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sungbeam · 2 years ago

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[𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬.]

sim jaeyun x f!reader; slight choi beomgyu x f!reader

1.1k words, fluff, tension, jake's ur new bf and beom's ur bff since childhood, like one swear word; jake meets ur best friends from home (ft. txt)

a/n: just a scene i took from one of my old wips :') tbh idk if i'll ever continue it, so that's why i've decided to post this!

Sim Jaeyun was nervous. No, wait. Why was he nervous? He wasn't nervous. All of this—heart racing, fingers drumming against his pant leg, skin clammy, throat tightening… okay, so maybe he was a little nervous. But there was no harm in being nervous, right?

The metro came to a smooth stop, and your hand was suddenly tugging him out of his seat and out the doors onto the platform.

"Hey, are you okay?"

His head cleared for a split second and filled with those love hearts that invaded his headspace whenever you were around or you were mentioned. His head turned to you, your eyes already peering at him with a small frown on your face. He beamed at you, "'Course, babe. Why wouldn't I be?"

You raised your eyebrow. "Your hand's really sweaty, Jake."

You laughed as he released your hand for a second so he could wipe his against his pants. He pouted once he reconnected your fingers with his. "And you still held my hand? That's true love right there."

"I do love holding your hand," you said offhandedly, bringing his knuckles up to kiss them, "clammy or not."

Oh fuck, he was so far gone. So drunk on your love. He was melting on the metro station floor—and there you were, walking on as if you hadn't just shot him through the heart with an arrow for the billionth time, and him, trailing after you like the lovesick pup he was.

"That's supposed to be my line," he managed to muster. Great one, Jake. Could he be any lamer? "But I guess you could borrow it." He stood on the step next to you as the escalator descended into the airport area. "But I do think I require payment," he added with a feigned thoughtful expression.

You smiled at him, and he couldn't help but return it. If anyone around the two of you looked over, they would have seen a couple in their own world, gazes connected like their hands and their hearts, love never absent. It was so strange to think about why Jake was even nervous in the first place.

Probably because of the reason why you were both at the airport now. That reason being meeting your friends. This didn't refer to the friends you had met while at university together, but the friends from your hometown who had flown over to see you for the spring break. Jake hadn't been nervous the few weeks between you telling him and today, but for some reason, as soon as he stepped foot on that metro, he started sweating buckets. And for what? He was a charming guy. He loved you, and you loved him. What was he so insecure and nervous about?

"You didn't have to come with me, y'know." You and him were walking toward the arrival terminal now, taking your time. Your friends' plane was probably still pulling into the gate. "I really appreciate it."

He gave your hand a light, reassuring squeeze. He saw the way your eyes shone. "Of course, love. I wanted to come with you to meet them. Anything to spend time with my girl."

"Jake," you whined, cheeks reddening, as you always did when he made you flustered.

He giggled and cooed at you, leaning down to press a brief kiss to your mouth. "You're so cute."

"Oh god, my eyes!"

Both yours and Jake's heads perked up at the voice—you because you recognized the voice, and Jake's because he was going to have words with anyone who had a problem with him giving you affection. But it was nothing to that level of seriousness (chill, Jake, chill) as you watched your friends make their way over toward the pair of you, suitcases rolling behind them.

That had been Huening Kai's outburst, a giddy grin spread over his face. He was the youngest of the five, was what you had told Jake. Then there was Yeonjun as the eldest, Soobin as the maturest, Taehyun as the braincell-est (?), and—

"LN YN!"

"CHOI BEOMGYU!" A squeal erupted from your lungs, and you let go of Jake's hand only to go speeding toward your best friend, Beomgyu. He watched as you practically leapt into the boy's arms, and continued to watch as said boy twirled you around with the largest smile in the world. (But Jake had a bigger smile obviously… right?)

"Hey, nice to meet you," Yeonjun was the first to greet Jake, extending a hand out to him. "Yn-ie's told us all about you."

Jake smiled, that fluttering feeling erupting in his stomach hearing that you talked about him to other people. "Good things I hope. She's told me about all of you as well."

"Definitely not all good things, I bet," Soobin chimed in with a chuckle.

"Your hair, Beom!" At your exclamation, everyone's heads turned to where you were now marveling at the highlights in Beomgyu's wolf cut mullet. Jake poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and tucked his hands into his pockets, watching as your best friend positively blossomed under your attention and Jake wilted with his lack thereof.

His expression schooled into one of neutrality as Taehyun sighed. "They're always like this, don't worry. Guess time and distance couldn't erase seventeen years of friendship."

"Seventeen years, huh?" He murmured under his breath. He had maybe seven or so months under his belt—

You and Beomgyu finally made your way toward the rest of the group, and when Beomgyu stood face to face with Jake, Jake stood just a little straighter. Why was this man just the slightest bit taller than him?

For a second, it was quiet. Everyone, including you, held your breaths in waiting.

Then the tension diminished, and Beomgyu was clasping Jake's hand. "I'm Beomgyu; nice to meet you, Jake."

"Nice to finally meet you, too." But Jake's heart was a stuttering mess, even if he could breathe just the slightest bit easier. Before Beomgyu could do anything else, Jake swept his arm over your shoulders and tucked you into his side. "Yn and I were gonna take you all out for lunch."

You nodded, carefully wrapping your arm around Jake's waist and making him feel just the slightest bit better about the possessive move he made. He saw the way Beomgyu's eyes stared at the way he had done that. "Mhm! There's this really great ramen place on the Ave that I think you guys'll love."

Beomgyu was the first to reply. "Sounds good. I trust your judgement, Yn-ie."

Your eyes swerved between your best friend and your boyfriend—and prayed the electricity would disappear. But as the group of you headed back toward the metro entrance, you had a very bad feeling it was here to stay.

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sillyinternetgf · 5 months ago

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here to tell all the things that no one asked

1. What do you really need right now?

- a jay, haagen dazs caramel cone ice cream, and a road trip

2. What are some of the things that have made you who you are?

- bad horror movies, generational substance abuse, and my childhood dog

3. What are some of your pet peeves?

- not reaching my potential and the lack of empathy

4. Share a dark thought? (Go on, vent a little)

- umm read my blog duhh

5. Something that makes you ridiculously happy?

- finding a toad after a fresh rain

6. What are you craving?

-affection only another person with mental illness could give me

7. Song stuck in your head?

-my first kiss by 3oh!3 ft kesha

8. Last thing you watched?

- x2 (god I love cheesy superhero movies)

9. Shows on your watch list?

-arrested development, jujutsu kaisen, and maybe eventually I'll get to shameless

10. Books on your reading list?

-keepers of the garden by dolores cannon and green delusions by martin lewis

11. Something on your wish list?

- headphones

12. Something you want to monologue about?

- the frustration of forced stagnation

13. If you were a note, what note would you be?

-post-it notes: that pretty mid blue color, music notes: G note, notes in general: pls don't tow my car i will be right back

14. Tactician, fighter, generalist, or supportive role?

-shikamaru nara

15. Talk about a stuffie.

- my baby kitty is my childhood stuffie that I carried around until I was 13 yrs old it's the "starlett 2000 ty beanie baby" and wow does she hold so much trauma

16. They say you can tell a lot about a person from the state of their desk... Do you have a desk? Can you describe it?

-no desk, the world is my surface and i do not wish to work at a desk

17. Space, enchanted forest, magical kingdom, or underwater city?

- enchanted forest

18. What are some of the meanings of your name? (Or url if you don't want to say.)

-my parents chose my name as a mix between a popular movie and something that sounded original. horrible idea. i just go by my nickname now, Dani.

19. What fictional doctor do you wish was your doctor?

- Dr. House

20. Are you a gamer? What was the last game you played?

-sims 4 with basemental drug mod

21. How do you take your pizza?

- large, green chile, pep, topped with parmesan and a side of buttermilk ranch

22. Strangest thing that has happened to you this week?

- getting sick for the first time in over a year

23. Share a bit of philosophy?

- just be ur weird, off putting self bc if they don't like u, then they were never able to handle u anyways

24. Do you follow the news?

-forcibly

25. What's on your mind?

- my summer plans

26. What is your dream mode of transportation?

- teleportation

27. What fascinates you about humanity?

- the love and pain we all share

28. What about life makes you smile?

- finding a song that tickles my brain

29. A dream you wish to make true?

- avenging my child/teenage self

30. What is your favourite way to create?

-through self expression and being funny i create relationships with people even if it means liking each other's posts

#questions #sad lol #shitpost

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rat-prophetess · 1 year ago

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Aaah I love this take and I have Thoughts about this that will not be articulate because I’m too out of it to form coherent sentences but whatever. So, thoughts in no particular order:

- I think the idea of Algaya’s attraction to Artemy as a survival strategy makes a lot of sense, because of who she is and how she functions in the world. She has a greater understanding of the “game” than most of the other characters, but she’s also resigned to playing by its rules.

- As a side note, it’s interesting that “Inquisitor” is already a role that she’s playing. I think her true self is not far off, but there’s also some element of performativity, because the inquisitors are like the mistresses in the sense that they’re elevated above “normal human” in the common imagination. In p2 I think when you talk to Yulia outside the cathedral and ask if she knows Aglaya, she says something ambiguous indicating that she does know Aglaya as a person, but not as an Inquisitor.

- I think it’s interesting to consider that she herself might not know if it’s real, or if she’s being manipulative, if it’s both, if she just wants it to be true.

- But also re: the desire to be real and autonomous vs. manipulating her place in the narrative to game her own survival is especially fascinating to me. Because it does look like she’s working within the established structures (the narrative is such that the love interest is Good and should survive to the epilogue, etc.), and she kind of is. But she’s also going rogue in a very similar way to the character being controlled by the player who starts receiving disapproving letters from the Powers That Be for not acting the way they’re supposed to be acting. Even if she’s faking this attraction to Artemy, or using a real attraction that she feels to be manipulative, she’s still expressing agency and autonomy by doing so. If she knows that the love interest is supposed to survive, so she consciously placed herself in a role that wasn’t assigned to her, then she’s not actually acting as a puppet of the children because she’s using THEM.

- @ Ice-Pick Lodge pls make a dating sim where I can try to date Aglaya but after 73 hours of real-time gameplay it turns out that she just really wanted an excuse to tell me a lot of dinosaur facts. I love her I’m in love with her pls Aglaya I will listen to all of ur dinosaur facts

while we’re talking about aglaya i’ll just toss out something i’ve been thinking about. that idea of aglaya’s attraction to artemy revolving around self-preservation.

she’s the kind of person who tries to play by the rules of the game to get results (rather than defying the rules altogether.) she’s aware of the narrative in some sense, so of course she would want to be the romantic love interest who gets to live through the epilogue.

i dont know how much talk of order and rules is from her, or from the role she plays. but the idea of her romanticizing the “guy gets the girl” narrative becomes interesting to me not only because it’s what she knows will keep her alive but also because it’s what she sees as the logical and correct path.

her reasoning would be: this is how the story SHOULD go, because this is how stories ARE and therefore this is what i WANT. she struggles underneath the narrative and clearly wants to have something for herself thats real, and yet maybe she doesn’t see any other option but to play by the rules of a story.

of course she also has other motivations besides pursuing romantic love, this is just me looking at that aspect specifically.

#aglaya lilich #аглая лилич #aglaya could tie my noose with her own hands and I would say thank you #i am so so normal about all of this #ignore me pls #did i mention how i’m normal

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soobnny · 3 years ago

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love grows (where jungwon goes) — yang jungwon. classmates to lovers. mutual pining. jungwon just has a huge crush on you. tooth-rotting fluff.

synopsis. showing affection isn't jungwon's strongest forte, but when he sets eyes on you, it's obvious he has to figure out a way to make you reciprocate his feelings. he’ll take giving you homegrown fruits and vegetables from his garden as a good first step. from then, it’ll be one gift at a time. (4.9k words)

note. i got this idea when yun was talking abt growing lime in her garden. thank U for saying that yun (n tnx for proofreading hehe) also thank u lia and cici for helping me with the synopsis i ltrly lost my brain power n cici for helping me w the banner too ur doodles will always b my favorite : (

On a Monday morning, you receive a star cactus from your class president.

A vest over his school uniform and slightly messy hair. His lips pull into a smile as he places it shyly on your table after muttering a quiet “good morning”.

“Good morning, Jungwon.” His smile grows wider when you take the small pot in your hands, blinking down at it before looking up at the boy. What a pretty plant, you think. The clay pot feels cold in your hands as you outstretch your hands to give it back to Jungwon after giving it a good look.

“It’s a very nice plant.” You laugh a little awkwardly, fingers fidgeting at the edges of the plant before running them over the smooth surface of the pot. You’re not quite sure why your class president brought a cactus to school and chose to show it to you this early in the morning. You suppose it’s because you’re the only person who comes to school as early as he does.

“It’s for you.” Jungwon exhales, pulling down at his vest before bringing a hand to scratch the back of his head. His smile returns to his face as he pushes your hands back so you could keep the star cactus he had gotten from the little garden he grew with his grandmother.

“Oh.” You respond, eyes widening as you take back the plant. You don’t know how to properly respond to him, eyes going from the small pot to Jungwon who’s standing in front of your seat. He’s studying your expression carefully, trying to gauge whether you genuinely liked his thoughtful present. He looked hopeful.

“Thank you.”

A smile finally breaks on your face albeit a little late from being confused with the situation (he’ll understand) as you set the star cactus at the corner of your table, bowing gratefully at the young boy.

You were never close with Yang Jungwon - you shared less than four classes together excluding homeroom, and you only occasionally saw him in the hallways or in the cafeteria. Still, from the little time of knowing him, you’re more than confident enough to conclude that Jungwon is someone with comfort in everything that he does. His eyes are always round with hope, and he’s the embodiment of hard work and kindness. You don’t need to be friends with him to feel safe in his presence.

He usually hung out with your seniors, particularly Lee Heeseung, who you were sure he saw as someone that resembled an older brother to him. You could recall the times you walked by the nearest ice cream stall in your school and saw Heeseung give Jungwon a cone before fondly messing with his hair. Sim Jaeyun often joined the pair when he had time outside studying for math competitions and playing in your school’s football team. Still, when he didn’t, you’d notice Jungwon quietly doing his homework (or tutoring Nishimura Rika who you were sure was younger than you) while Jake trained for his competitions at the same table.

Aside from the people he hung out with and the fact that he was your responsible class president, you would say you didn’t know much about him aside from these few things you were sure everyone knew as well.

Yang Jungwon was a beloved classmate, and everyone wanted to be friends with him. He was someone with the sweetest smile despite having had to turn down numerous confessions sent his way – he always let them down easily, even going as far as apologizing.

So, with all things considered, you’re not quite sure why your school’s most loved student had taken the time to give you a potted plant at 7 in the morning while you were cramming to study for a test you had in the afternoon.

The ringing of the school bell and the swarm of students walking into the classroom are enough to pull you out of your thoughts for the moment.

Jungwon walks back to his table, not before showing a triumphant smile and adding a small skip in his step as he takes his seat. Your classmates walk into the room, unaware of the exchange you had with your class president just a few minutes ago. If they knew, they’d be teasing the both of you immediately and you were sure that every time you were in a 6-mile radius with Jungwon, they would push that awkward atmosphere that teasing brings towards the pair of you. Maybe that’s why Jungwon gave it to you when no one was around yet.

Did he want to be friends with you?

You push the thought back as you see your teacher walk into the classroom. In the meantime, everything falls back to the way they were with Jungwon organizing his notes and his stacks of colored pens and you trying to continue your procrastination.

Unbeknownst to you, for the rest of the class, Jungwon couldn’t do anything but stare at you. He’s unable to truly pay attention in class (he didn’t really have to, he had done advance reading on today’s topic a few weeks ago and knew more about the lesson than half of the class), constantly trying to subtly look at your seat that’s a few tables behind his.

He couldn’t wait to tell Heeseung hyung of his successful first step.

The hallway of your school is so so loud as the bell rings for lunch period.

Everyone around you is talking, crowded together with their friends.

It’s almost ironic how since Jungwon had given you the star cactus - which you had kept with you for all your classes in the morning and was now resting in your hands as you try to hold it while opening your locker - you’ve felt as if you were floating in space. While everyone was down on Earth, laughing so so loud, you were stuck in a daze.

“Why’d you bring a cactus to school?”

Your eyes snap towards the direction of your best friend, Kim Sunoo, who’s eyeing the plant you’re holding in your hand. He silently takes it in his hands as he motions for you to properly open your locker and get the things you need.

You didn’t notice when he arrived next to you, but Sunoo always found his way to you as you did to him in every free period you had together.

“Funny thing is Yang Jungwon actually gave that to me this morning.”

Sunoo blinks at you as if he doesn’t believe what you’re saying. “Yang Jungwon? Like your cute class president who hangs out with Heeseung and Jake. That Jungwon?”

“No, I’m talking about Jungwon from math class, yes that Jungwon! There’s no other Jungwon in this school, idiot.” You smack him with the book you had taken out from your locker and he gasps dramatically at your actions, feigning offense almost immediately.

“Is that Yang Jungwon teaching you to disrespect your seniors? You owe me ice cream after class for hitting me with your book.” Sunoo returns the plant he’s been keeping safe for you in exchange for the books you’re carrying in your hands. He pretends as if it’s so much work carrying your books even though he was the one who took them in the first place.

You roll your eyes, knowing there was no getting out of treating Sunoo. He would find you in each of the seven circles of hell just to get you to keep your word of treating him. It didn’t help that his favorite ice cream shop was usually packed with people and the lines were always endless. Still, opposite to you, Sunoo was patient with the things he wanted.

He usually preaches patience to you when you complain about the line not even two minutes after you arrived at the shop.

“You think he likes you?” Your best friend prods, poking at your side as he wiggles his eyebrows teasingly. “I don’t think Yang Jungwon’s ever done anything like this for anyone before.”

“Oh, shut up. He was probably just being nice like he usually is.”

“Hmm.. sure. Or he just likes you. I’m willing to bet two tubs of ice cream.” Your face feels hot when he says that, hands clammy when you press them together against your cheeks.

“You sure you’re willing to bet two tubs of ice cream? That’s pretty expensive, you know.” You grip the plant tighter as you walk through the crowd of students in the hallway, keeping your voice low – you don’t know why you feel like everyone can hear you, including Jungwon, when you’re talking about him.

“I can afford it if I’m wrong, but I’m never wrong.” Sunoo has a smirk on his face as he runs a hand through his black hair. Last week it was pink, you wondered what color he’d choose next week. You knew he was going to let you sit with him in the salon as he got his hair done anyway, so you didn’t think about it too much.

As the two of you walk towards the cafeteria, he chats your ears off about the classes he had this morning when you begged him to stop talking about Jungwon, so he talks about his morning; about Miss Lee being a “psycho for giving a project this early in the second semester”, about how someone forgot to return his tangerine-colored marker during an art activity, and about Park Sunghoon who he shared a class with since your best friend took Advanced Biology.

Kim Sunoo is someone you feel the most human with. You wish you could capture every moment spent with him in a photo, just to remember everything by. And as you and Sunoo take your seats at your usual table, a pair of eyes follow you from the other side of the cafeteria.

“Heeseung hyung, she still has the star cactus I gave her this morning.” Jungwon’s smile is warm as he excitedly swings his legs back and forth at their table, taking a bite from the packed lunch his grandmother prepared for him. “Do you think she has me figured out already?”

Jungwon chews at his lips nervously, looking up at his senior who’s trying to cram the Physics homework he had forgotten to make the night before because he had to overtime in work.

“Won, you’re genuinely a good person. I’m sure she thought you were just being nice as usual.” Heeseung’s words make Jungwon pout.

Even though he didn’t want you to know he had a crush on you quite yet, he also wanted to leave you a few hints and let you know that you were the only person in this school he had given a plant from his garden for (aside from his Jake hyung who he had given basil for his birthday).

As he grumpily finishes his food, Heeseung can’t help but laugh at the cute young boy seated in front of him. “What’s so special about her, Wonie? How come this is the first time I’m hearing about you having a crush?”

Jungwon sighs out dreamily, setting his utensils down as he rests his chin on the palms of his hands, fingers digging at his soft cheeks. “Hyung, she’s just an exhalation of beautiful ideas.”

Yang Jungwon thinks he’s lucky to have witnessed the brilliance of your existence. You speak about life in a way Jungwon has never heard of before, and he admires the way your mind works. Your thoughts and ideas are always so impactful, and he finds himself drawn to the way you carry yourself. You’re sweet, although reserved towards the people you aren’t close to – sometimes he envies Sunoo for having so easily navigated his way in your heart.

He didn’t always know he had a crush on you. It was only when you were working on a group project together and you had smiled at him and commended him for his good work on the presentation did he finally understand what it meant to admire someone so deeply.

Ever since that day, Jungwon has felt nervous around you, to the point that he feels it’s hard to breathe.

He will take staring at you in passing periods as you laugh with Sunoo as small accomplishments at concealing his feelings, but a hard talk with his Jake hyung, while he was at the library, made him realize that time is so fleeting and short to not make a move on something that genuinely makes you happy – which is how Jungwon found himself in his garden on a Sunday evening, asking his grandmother if he could take a star cactus.

His grandmother smiles knowingly.

This is what Jungwon’s heart feels like. It doesn’t have to be complicated. It is in the simplicity and easiness of walking through the garden with his grandmother and giving the potted plant to you the next morning.

“Sounds like you like her a lot. Good luck, kid.” Heeseung smiles fondly at Jungwon who is politely cleaning the table from any spillage of his food or water before packing up his lunch containers back in the big backpack he wears around but doesn’t really need.

“I really do.” Jungwon is naturally shy in the way he’s pursuing his feelings, something he has never really done before, but the thought of the smile you had given him earlier this morning is enough for him to brave through the unknown of feelings and liking someone for the first time.

Life is about surprises, right?

He’ll take the encouraging words from his seniors and your smile as good enough motivation to continue his pursuit. He wonders what he should give you next.

Jungwon’s grandmother arrives from the market ten minutes after he had arrived home. She gives him a kiss on the forehead as she greets him, placing cartons of milk inside the refrigerator and the rest on the counter for Jungwon to help with.

He tells her a little about his day, skipping over how he had given you a homegrown plant the day prior in favor of talking about the test he did well on. Although, he doesn’t exactly get away with it.

His grandmother prides herself on a lot of things – like knowing when her grandson is hiding something from him. She can’t help it, and almost immediately as she brings it up, Jungwon crumbles and tells her about everything. He talks about you and how every step he takes near you makes him dizzy because you are so beautiful that he cannot fathom ever being part of your circle.

This is how Jungwon finds himself back in the garden, trailing behind his grandmother.

“What reminds you of her?”

Jungwon’s grandmother’s voice cuts through the silence of the garden as they walk side by side with each other. This is her favorite time of day, spending time with her grandson as they walk around the place she loved the most.

Her garden gives her a sense of constancy. She knows when each plant will bloom, and she takes in pride how she had watched Jungwon grow up from a little boy to the handsome teen he is right now.

She smiles to herself as she thinks how much time has gone by – Jungwon used to ask her questions about shapes in this garden, and now he was asking what plant he should give to the girl he likes.

“When I think about her, I think of… strawberries. She smells a lot like strawberries.” He bites his lips to suppress the smile that’s slowly forming on his face as he stops and peers down at the strawberries he was growing with his grandmother. They’re bright red, cozily hanging from green stems.

“She must smell nice then.” No more words are exchanged as his grandmother starts picking strawberries, placing them carefully in the empty container that Jungwon was carrying around. “Come on now, I’m not the one confessing, right?” His grandmother teases as she pushes Jungwon to harvest the strawberries.

“I’m not confessing yet! Although, I’m not quite sure how to… if I do confess, which I won’t be doing yet.” He fumbles with his own words as he bends down to collect the ripe strawberries.

He learned from his grandmother how to do this. The way you get it is important, it will determine whether you’ve damaged some part of the strawberry or not. So, you must grasp at the stem between your forefinger and thumbnail before lightly pulling and twisting at the same time. You let the berry roll into the palm of your hand before gently placing the fruit in a container.

This is what Jungwon does as he tells his grandmother about his day, her eyes fondly analyzing him as he speaks with so much comfort and warmth. He talks about you so highly. You must be so wonderful, his grandmother thinks. She can’t wait to meet you.

“The trick to confessing is to just be consistent. You’ll always reach your end destination if you put in enough effort and progress into it. You can do it, Won. You’re so worthy of the love you look for inside others.”

Jungwon repeats his grandmother’s words as he returns to your desk early in the morning a few days later with a container of strawberries in his hands. It scorched his fingers as he reaches out to give it to you.

It was a strange sight, Jungwon being the one to give something to anyone that wasn’t Jake or Heeseung. However, no one really comes to school as early as you and he does – so no one gets to find pleasure in seeing the strange yet funny sight of a shy Jungwon and an oblivious you.

His unconventional gifts pull a smile on your face, and he finds himself mirroring your expression. He pockets the accomplishment to tell his Heeseung hyung later. “They’re strawberries.”

“I can see that.” You laugh a little, scanning the cute Hello Kitty container he had used to put the fruits in. “These look really nice, Jungwon.” A blush runs down his neck as he nods his head. “I harvested them from my garden. My grandma taught me how to pick the best ones.”

You look down at the fruit, its bright red color, and fresh-looking green caps reflecting under the natural light of the sun peeking through the windows.

“I didn’t know you had a garden.”

You smile at the picture of him growing vegetables and fruits and herbs. He grins sweetly at you in return as he nods his head proudly, eyes drifting from the strawberries to you. The sun hit you really nice – does it rise just to greet you a good morning?

“Jungwon, I can’t accept all of these.” You’re too shy to keep the whole container of strawberries (they were a lot in number, almost overflowing the container). You look up at him, extending the container as you did with the star cactus a few days ago.

He shakes his head before mirroring his actions days prior and pushing it back to you. “Keep it. In case you feel hungry during class.”

“Thank you, Jungwon.” He gives you a smile, soft and subtle before he bows down and walks back to his seat. He gives himself a pat on the back.

During your lunch break, Sunoo finishes half of the strawberries Jungwon had given you.

When you return the container to him after class, you fail to notice how Heeseung playfully nudges at his side and gives him a thumbs-up, or the staring eyes from the students around you, or the way his cheeks turned pink when your hand brushed against his.

The next week, Jungwon gives you a basket of lemons.

Kim Sunoo is overwhelmed with Jungwon’s determination as he half-jokes that you should just see where this goes – you’re getting free groceries out of it, anyway, and he’s getting free fruits.

His comment earns him a smack in the arm.

However, all he does is return a knowing look and a teasing smile as his gaze travels towards where Jungwon’s leaning against his locker with his usual crowd. He looks deep in conversation as he fiddles with his fingers.

Much like Jungwon’s grandmother, Kim Sunoo prides himself in just knowing. And he knows that Jungwon undeniably has the biggest crush on you and you might just reciprocate these feelings as well.

He can tell from the way you instantly look for Jungwon in every room you walk into (even if it’s unintentional). He can tell from the way you smile at him in greeting in the hallways before fixating your gaze on the floor. He can tell from the way you deny all these, refusing to be one of the girls who admire Jungwon and ultimately getting rejected in the end.

When you follow your gaze to where Sunoo’s looking, you find yourself instantly locking eyes with Jungwon. It’s too late for you to look away and pretend you didn’t get caught when he sends a small wave in your direction.

You smile at him before lifting the little picnic basket he had given you and bowing yet again in thanks. He sends you a thumbs up, dimples popping in his cheeks.

Jungwon wants to confess so bad, but he doesn’t know what to say. There are too many things, feelings, that are difficult to describe. He feels a lot like a stitch that has come loose. When you pull at a loose thread, there is a danger that more stitches will come loose. This is how Jungwon feels about addressing his feelings. He is afraid that a confession would lead to rejection, one stitch after another coming loose.

How can he tell you if there’s a risk of the hem falling free and all the stitches he had built from himself unraveling?

He pulls himself together. Uncertainty and surprises are what make life worth living, they’re what makes feelings worth having. They’re eventually what’s going to make you worth having if the universe decided to be nice and didn’t give him rejection.

Still, Jungwon didn’t necessarily have a crush on you just to be with you. He liked your brilliance, your ideas, every little detail about you. It would be more than enough to be considered your friend.

He thinks, wouldn’t it be nice to get ice cream with you or let you visit his little garden back at home? He knows his grandmother would love you. He could only hope you were interested enough in him to want him as your friend too.

Similarly, though, you were having a crisis of your own.

You’re unsure of how Jungwon feels about you, and it would be embarrassing to assume feelings that might not even be there in the first place. But then you think of his unorthodox gifts, and how he has given you probably one-sixteenth worth of homegrown plants from his garden, and you’re left to wonder if there was a greater meaning behind all this.

You remember jokingly telling him that you didn’t want his grandmother to be mad at you, in which he replied that she actually liked you a lot and encouraged him to gift you fresh fruits and vegetables.

You remember smiling all the way home after he had told you that. In the same way, Jungwon couldn’t stop smiling as he waited for Heeseung to finish his work; seated on the counter with his legs swinging back and forth and a cone of ice cream in his hand.

“Hey, Jungwon!” You try to catch your breath as you catch up to his fast pace of walking. In your hand is the basket he had given you a day prior. “I just wanted to return this to you.”

He takes the basket for you, thanking you in the process but you retaliate by thanking him instead. “I really hope these aren’t going to waste. I feel bad you’re so casually giving me these when they must take so long to grow.”

Jungwon reassures you that that’s not the case.

“Don’t worry about it, _____. I like giving these to you.” You smile at him, something you found yourself doing a lot in his presence. How was navigating through your heart so easy to him?

“We still have plenty more in the garden, anyway. Plenty more I’d be more than happy to give you.” You don’t catch the underlying meaning of his statement. Instead, you thank him before excusing yourself and running towards your clubroom to avoid being scolded for being late.

It isn’t difficult to accept your feelings for Jungwon.

You knew you always had them, tucked away and safely kept from everyone around you. So, as you stare at the tomatoes he had given you early this morning, you knew you had a lot to do to give back his sweetness.

You might not be sure of his feelings for you, but it wasn’t a bad thing reciprocating his acts of kindness.

Two weeks since he had given you a star cactus, you softly call his name on another Monday morning, patting the empty space beside you. Jungwon doesn’t get what you’re trying to do at first until you point at his seat and back at the space next to you.

Jungwon’s mouth forms an “ooooh” and you can almost hear the exact sound coming from his lips as he silently drags his seat before placing it beside yours, sitting down and staring at you as if waiting for you to do something.

Jungwon would never tell you how his hands feel clammy and how his heart rate significantly sped up at being so close to you.

You break into a huge grin. “Look what I have.”

He recognizes the clementines as you pull them out of your bag. “I just kind of wanted to share these with you this morning.”

A lot of tension Jungwon was feeling disappears as his eyes visibly turn into crescents. It was odd, how you were the one bringing fruits this time, but he appreciates the gesture nonetheless.

You slowly unwrap the clementine, skin peeling back like it was made for that. You wordlessly pass him a slice as you casually talk about the coming day and how you were dreading the Chemistry test you had this afternoon.

Jungwon hums as he happily listens to you, wordlessly taking the slice from you as he chews on it. Your fingers are a little sticky from the fruit as you continue to peel it back, popping a slice in your mouth before handing him one.

You share the clementine piece by piece – mirroring the little ways Jungwon has tried to show you his appreciation. From a star cactus to strawberries, to lemons and tomatoes. You continue to complain about the heat, and Jungwon listens, grabbing a clementine to peel for you as well.

“I didn’t know the market would be so crowded in the morning.”

A simple comment like this catches Jungwon’s attention. “You went to the market this morning?”

“Of course I did. I had to make sure the clementines I bought for us were fresh and good. Although, I’m not as skilled as you in picking the good ones. I, uh, I hope I did a pretty good job though.”

You can see the way he grows more and more flustered each time a word leaves your mouth. His cheeks are unbearably red, and he doesn’t understand why the thought of you going to the market before school just to get clementines to eat with him before homeroom has his heart leaping and his stitches loosening up, one after the other.

“You really didn’t have to do that.” You shake your head, passing him another slice. “I wanted to, Jungwon.”

His heart warms at the fact that you probably enjoy your little moments together just as much as he does. Maybe his feelings weren’t so unreciprocated after all. Jungwon looks at you as you continue to peel the clementines, separating them piece by piece.

“Maybe next time we can go to the market together?” He brings his hand to the back of his head to scratch it nervously.

He had never seen you outside of school before, and he was always too shy to take initiative – maybe you were busy, maybe you didn’t want to hang out with him outside of school. Your friendship was nothing more than him giving you homegrown fruits and vegetables, and you thanking him for it. Still, he tries. There was nothing wrong in trying.

“So… So I can teach you which ones you should buy. I’m pretty good at that.” Jungwon continues, playing with the piece of clementine you had given him. He had hoped one visit at the market would turn into many other visits, preferably in different parts of the city, maybe his own garden.

You have a feeling you understand the hidden meaning in his words.

“Is tomorrow a good time?”

He turns to you with wide eyes, almost immediately breaking into a smile as he nods his head. Nothing has ever felt so perfect or right.

“Tomorrow couldn’t be any more perfect.”

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bubblyhoney · 4 years ago

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win for me

warnings: lAnGuAgE, alcohol consumption (both reader and all other characters are of age to drink), marijuana use, Making Out™️, a miniscule Flowers from 1970 reference. PSA: WHEN UR INTOXICATED AND/OR AT A PARTY, TELL UR FRIENDS WHO YOU WILL BE WITH AND WHERE YOU WILL BE AT ALL TIMES. DRINK AND PARTY SAFELY!

tags: sapnap x fem!reader

summary: a collection of moments throughout the beginning of your relationship

words: 5000

A/N: even though this isn’t my most organized or perfect fic this was so incredibly fun to write. and it’s a college!au!! one of my favs. hope you guys like!! let's pretend the pandemic doesn't exist for this one too (please wear ur masks btw)

Sophomore Year:

Smells like shit in here is your first thought upon entering the laundromat.

It does, in all honesty. What would you expect a place where college students wash three months of dirty clothes and comforters with vomit to smell like? Urine and just a hint of marijuana, incidentally. The door closes noisily behind you and a guy in a black baseball hat turns his head at the noise. Half of his face is hidden underneath the shadow of his scruff and he says nothing, but you still offer an obligatory polite-stranger smile. The place is pretty deserted, what for it being nearly 4 in the morning. And you’re a rare kind of customer; only a few things to wash and you brought your own detergent.

There’s an empty washer next to an old woman in an acid-trip of a parka, and you sweep past the few other patrons with your mesh bag close. The man in the hat nods at you as you pass, looking up from his phone.

Okay. Dark load in one and delicates in the other, you remind yourself. The quarters get pushed through the slot (not without dropping three and having to scramble to pick them up before they disappear between the machines) and you fill the dispensers with a flowery laundry detergent your roommates hates. Oh, and the clothes go in. Done. You relax into a cracked plastic booth around the corner of the machine, pulling a book of crosswords from your bag.

Somebody yelps halfway through filling out a five letter word (“a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep”) and you jump. Baseball Cap rips open the dryer, fumbling around and supplying a pair of gray sweatpants. You can’t help but watch. He digs through both front pockets, pulling out a wad of dollar bills. He sighs, shoves the pants back into the dryer, and starts it with a hard push.

“Gut feeling?” You ask. He looks around for a second and settles his gaze upon you. Nice eyebrows, you think.

“Yeah,” he laughs, slightly nervous. “Yeah. I wore them yesterday and just remembered I put some tip money in my pocket.” Leaning back onto the shelf behind him, he shoves his phone into his pocket and folds his arms tight to his chest.

“I feel you,” you empathize, and set down your pencil. “I washed a parking ticket with my underwear last week.”

He stutters out a laugh, nodding.

“That must’ve sucked,” he adds.

“Yeah.” You shrug. “I wasn’t going to pay it anyways, but would’ve been nice to keep it for memory’s sake.” Rubbing at your knee offhandedly, you just watch him. He’s cute. And easy to make conversation with.

“Hey, um,” he mutters and clears his throat. “Do you by chance know some guy named Karl? Tall, messy brown hair and a horrible laugh?”

You open your mouth, then close it.

“Actually—,” you start but huff out a laugh. “Yeah, he’s uh, he’s dating my roommate. Why’d you ask?”

Reaching a hand to rub at his neck, his face twists into something sheepish.

“I’ve seen you at some parties this semester. I didn’t mean to sound creepy like that— I just—yeah.” His cheeks flush pink and he looks down to the ground.

“No worries,” you say, barely even thinking. “I think I’ve seen you too. You’re in Delta Tau Delta, right?”

“Nah, nah,” he laughs. “Just got some friends in there.”

“Ah.” You nod.

The conversation falls into silence, but not uncomfortable silence. He pulls out his phone again, and you look back to the crossword in front of you. The old woman between you leaves with a humongous load of blankets and a small family leaves with a cart full of bags; now it’s just you two.

When the washer with your delicates ding you nearly jump two feet in the air. Exhaling, you set your work down and open the door.

“Shit,” you curse as two bras fall onto the tile. You reach down to get a hand on a black lace bra and hide it quickly under your elbow. A sneaker squeaks loud in the almost-empty room and you see Baseball Cap’s shoulders.

“Here.” He’s kneeling as he hands you your pink bra and you accept it, biting your lower lip.

“Thanks,” you mumbles, slightly embarrassed, and step back to shove those bras and a couple pairs of your underwear into your bag. He offers you a small smile and backs off to his own machines, humming an off-key version of Unchained Melody to himself. Your other load of laundry gets shoved right on top of your delicates.

It’s when you’re nearly out the door, bell jingling, that you think to look back.

“Hey,” you start, almost stuttering for no reason. “What’s your name?”

He turns, dark eyebrows raised.

“My—uh… My friends call me Sapnap. You can call me that too.” Rosy cheeks once again; you seem to be making him awfully nervous.

“Sapnap.” You try it in your mouth, pursing your lips. “Okay. I’ll see you around Sapnap.”

He nods, affirming your statement.

“See you around Y/N.”

It doesn’t hit you until you’re buckling your seatbelt and starting your car that you realize you didn’t tell him your name.

Perhaps he knew more about you than you thought.

Yeah, you laugh to yourself. Karl’s got a big mouth.

Junior Year:

It takes you a collective twelve minutes to go talk to him.

It’s quiet in the library, students that happen to come here to study or procrastinate few and far between the scattered tables. Your poison today is a 4 page history paper on Normandy that you’d been staring at the instructions for for days. You’d already written a bunch of, frankly, horseshit for the body, but the introduction and conclusion were throwing you for a loop.

The vibes in Ridgeback Hall were also certainly off, today more than any other day; the main help-desk was empty and everybody had to do the tedious task of locating niche textbooks themselves.

Lifting your head from the wood of the table, you squint and focus your vision on the guy in the white tee and denim jacket that had been the focus of your thoughts for minutes. He chews at the end of his pencil, mouth screwed up into a ball, and shoots daggers at the empty notebook in front of him. You’re surprised it hasn’t caught on fire yet just from his gaze.

“Sapnap!” You whisper-shout, stretching your arms across the table as if it would make him any closer. A person with purple hair jumps at your voice but turns back to their laptop. “Sapnap!” you try again, tapping two fingers on the table. His head jerks up, eyebrows furrowed and an angry expression on his face, but softens at the sight of you.

“Y/N,” he counters, equally as loud but with a smile on his face.

“What’re you doing?”

“Calculus.” He sticks his tongue out, making an awfully tortured face. You laugh and wave your fingers at him, gesturing for him to come closer. He just huffs out a sigh, stacks all his papers in one pile, and gets up. The trek over to your table is short but he takes it so slowly you wonder if he always walks like that. Like a varsity basketball player who just got off a horse.

“You’re so slow.”

“Shut up,” he grumbles and settles into a chair across from you. “It’s 2 pm, give me a break. I need a Redbull.”

“Those are bad for you, you know,” you say matter-of-factly and drop your chin onto your hand. He’s even cuter from this angle, you think briefly. He just rolls his eyes.

“Whatever, Miss I’d-like-some-coffee-with-my-sugar-and-cream,” he teases, pointing to your venti iced coffee. It’s about as pale as the color of a band-aid. You just sigh and close your eyes. “You tired?” He flips his pencil in his hand and leans back into the seat, sighing.

“Yeah,” you mumble. “I haven’t slept yet today.”

“Wow, you’re dumb.” He looks scandalized. You just shrug.

“Perhaps. I don’t really know why I did it actually— just for funzies!” You raise an arm but let it drop back down. “I stayed up playing Sims.”

“Feel that. I play Minecraft with my buddies until like 2 am every night too. It’s nice,” he decides and folds his arms across his chest. Your eyes flit over to his strong arms, admiring the way his denim shirt looks around them. Thick.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“What?” He says too loudly and it warrants a ‘shush’ from another student. He reddens, but looks back down to you. “I—why do you ask?” You shrug, eyebrows raised.

“Just wondering. You’re too cute to not have one.”

“Right,” he huffs, but his cheeks stay pink. You two fall into easy silence, his eyes trained on the notebook in front of him and yours closed peacefully. “Are you dating anyone?”

They snap open not-so-peacefully.

“Nope. You wanna submit a boyfriend application?” A smile cracks your lips and he grins back.

“Maybe,” he replies and stares at your mouth. “I have to say—,” He stretches into a yawn. “I think I’m qualified.”

“Oh, yeah?” Your eyebrow quirks. “And why are you so qualified?”

“Well, first of all, I work at Ace Hardware. That’s where cool people work.” He presses one finger into his palm. Then two. “And I have a bunch of free time because said job at Ace Hardware only likes scheduling me in the mornings. Plus, I’m hot.” He shrugs.

You nod faux-seriously, considering his list.

“Those are very good qualities, sir. I’ll have to get back to you on that.” You pause. “Okay, I’ll schedule an interview. How’s 7 pm at the Chili’s on Main? Chili’s is the designated interview place.” You wiggle your eyebrows. He just smiles at you, shaking his head in disbelief.

“That was smooth.”

“Yeah, I know.” You carefully study your nails. “I’m pretty impressive.”

“Clearly,” he mutters and chuckles. “But I do like their salsa. And margaritas. We got a deal?” He holds out a large hand. You take it, squeezing tightly.

“Hell yes.”

When you see the man called Sapnap a week later, you are very obviously in a different state of mind.

Same state, same college town, but very different blood alcohol contents.

“Sappy!” You shout, raising your arms above your head with a stupid grin on your face. He turns, that familiar look of surprise evident in his expression.

“Y/N,” he laughs and approaches your group of friends in the kitchen. It’s Greek Wedding night at Delta Tau Delta, and you assume Sapnap came to support Delta’s “groom” Alex. You’d gotten uncharacteristically drunk, trading air for sangria, and you were now in the incredible stage where everyone was both your friend and your favorite person.

Throwing an arm around his shoulders, you mash your face into his bicep and giggle.

“Missed you so much,” you try to manage out of your mouth, but it comes out slurred and stuttered. “So much.” You’d gone to Chili’s two days before and promised another ‘interview’ in the next few days, but it felt like two months away from your beloved. Beloved friend, that is. Only one date.

“Yeah?” He places a hesitant hand on your back and nudges you into a standing position. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Oh, shhhh,” you mumble and close your eyes. “Only— a lot.” Blinking them back open, you zero your gaze in on a bottle of Ciroc half-empty and looking very tempting on the kitchen island across from where you’re leaned up against the kitchen sink. He catches your gaze and steps in front of you, pleasant face filling your vision. You gasp.

“You are so cute.” Sliding your palms up onto his face, you hold his scruffy cheeks in your hands and smile all dopey at him.

“Is that your brain or the alcohol telling you that?”

“Uh,” you swallow. “Both. And my heart.”

He just shakes his head and his chest moves with a heavy laugh.

“Glad to hear it.”

“Are you having fun?” You ask, all concerned and furrowed eyebrows. You look like you’re genuinely interested and worried about if he’s having a good time or not, and it makes his expression melt.

“I’m having lots of fun,” he passes over his shoulder as he flips on the tap and fills a red solo cup with water. “In fact, I’m gonna have a nice, cold glass of water right now.” He shakes it like an owner offering their dog a treat.

You eye the cup in his hand, having half a thought that this might be some sort of backwards psychology move. The other half wins.

“That sounds so good right now— can I drink some?” Your eyebrows pull together and your bottom lip drops into a pout. It makes him blink for a second. He remembers the little game you’re playing and just hands it over, smug. You gulp it down quickly and crush the empty plastic into your palm with an exaggerated exhale. “Hit the spot,” you sigh, and pat your stomach fondly.

“You hungry?” Sapnap asks you as he steadies you with two hands on your shoulders. Something pops into your head at his words: a set of two McChickens and an Oreo milkshake.

“Oh my God,” you gasp, and mirror him by placing your hands on his shoulders. “Can we go to McDonald’s?”

He just shakes his head, grin wide on his lips, and shrugs. Perfect teeth, you think.

“I haven’t drank anything, so I’m good to drive.” He pulls his keys from his pocket. “I know you’re smashed right now so—do you feel safe with me?” The question falls from his mouth and you truly consider it, pulling your lip between your teeth.

“Yeah. I’ll take this just in case,” you say, and take a large dinner fork from the counter next to you. It has some red liquid on it that you brush off onto the fabric of your jeans.

“That’s actually gross.”

“Yeah.” You grip it tighter in your head. “But it’ll do the job if you try any shit. I’ll put this in your eyeball.” Brandishing it, a smile stretches onto your mouth. He just shakes his head and heads for the back door, jerking a hand in your direction to get you to follow him.

The cool night air explodes on your face when you step onto the porch and it makes you blink rapidly. Sapnap is right at your side, offering a forearm as you slowly make your way down the two back porch steps. A tall blonde smoking half of a blunt makes a grunt noise as you two pass and your knight-in-shining armor looks up.

“Gonna go get some food. Want anything?” Sapnap stops on the rocky path to the sidewalk, tilted up to hear the blonde’s response. The other guy shakes his head but nods to you in passing.

“I’ll tell her friends where she went,” says the blonde, and disappears through the sliding glass doors.

Your hand falls from his forearm to his hand and grasps it tightly, swinging back and forth as you stumble to his car. You flash him a grin that he just chuckles at.

“Watch your step,” he warns as you yank on the handle of the passenger door and nearly fall off of the curb.

“I’m fine,” you huff, and scramble to get yourself upright into the seat and buckled. He closes your door and jogs to the driver’s seat, climbing in and starting the engine quicker than your head comprehends.

The small space fills with the sound of Letters to Cleo as he’s maneuvering out of his parking spot and he slaps a hand at the stereo button almost immediately. His cheeks redden as he glances at you once.

“I love Letters to Cleo,” you admit, and switch it back on. Ah, Co-Pilot. A classic. “Be my co-pilot!” You sing, loud and sharp. He shakes his head but huffs out a reluctant laugh.

“My older sister loved them. Bit old for my taste, but—you know. Can’t deny that I love a little bit of 90’s angst.”

“Absolutely,” you nod vigorously and pick at your nail. “Oh!” The fork magically reappears at your side and you grab at it. “For my McChickens.”

“And for me,” he adds.

“Yup. You too.” But you drop it onto the seat and lean forward, fumbling with the volume dial until you feel the lead singer’s voice thumping into your heart. “I love this lady!” You shout and rock your head to the beat.

Shaking his head, his shoulders move in an easy laugh. The drive-thru line is kind of busy for 2 am, he notes, pulling in right behind a navy BMW sedan. But it moves quickly, especially when you’re moving in your seat, scream-singing the lyrics to I Want You To Want Me.

“Yeah,” he says, loud into the mic. “Two.”

“Alright.” The voice reports from the speaker, a background clicking joining their bored tone. “Two McChickens, a double cheeseburger—ketchup and pickle only— , a medium fry, and an Oreo McFlurry. Anything else, sir?”

Sapnap chews on his lip, and glances at you. You just give an encouraging thumbs up.

“That’ll be all,” he reports.

“Second window, and your total is $9.67.”

He barely has time to call a “thank you so much!” before the line ends with a click. Rude.

“Jesus Christ,” you moan the second you sink your teeth into your first sandwich.

“Agreed,” he mumbles and pushes as much cheeseburger he can fit into his mouth.

“This,” you start, swallowing. “is the sexiest thing I’ve encountered in all of my years. I thank all higher powers when I consume McChickens…” Trailing off for dramatic effect, you stare down the sandwich before mimicking a dinosaur war cry and practically shoving it down your throat. He just nods in agreement.

“It’s so nice out tonight,” Sapnap comments, swinging a look out his rolled-down window. He parked right in front of the Campus Quad, large bubbling fountain the show to your dinner. And some geese fighting each other for half a rotting hot dog.

“Mhm.” You crumple up your wrapper trash and toss it into the empty paper bag. “Could totally go for a swim.”

He turns and gives you a look. You look right back.

“Should we?” It’s barely a question.

“Um, hell yes,” is all it takes for you to say before you’re clambering out of the car and starting for the fountain. He follows closely after, jogging to catch up with your borderline track-star sprints.

“Wait up!” He calls as you reach the border of the fountain.

“Ugh,” you sigh, impatient. “Hurry up.”

“Mouthy,” he grumbles before kicking off his shoes and bending to fold his pants up over his knees. You just climb straight in and brave the cold.

Squealing, you hop from one foot to the other, shoulders tight as you get used to the freezing water. He laughs and climbs in right beside you.

“Shit,” he curses, and shivers. “This sucks.”

“You suck,” you quip right back and splash around. He stares, disgusted, at the water soaking up your jeans all the way up to your knees.

“You’re gross for wearing jeans in a fountain. That’s worse than wet socks.” He starts to move around as feeling comes back into his toes.

“What, would you prefer me taking my pants off?” A sassy look paints your face and he rolls his eyes.

“No, but you could’ve folded them up like a normal person.”

“I think you forget,” you start, and splash a palmful of water his way. “I’m quirky.”

He gasps, face twisting as the water hits his thighs.

“You’re dead.”

If campus police were patrolling the Quad right now, they’d see two college juniors wading around in a fountain, water up to their knees, having a competition to see who can inflict the most damage. He won, it seems, because your shirt is drenched all the way up to your ribs.

“Okay!” You shout, hands spread to brace yourself. The water in his palm falls. “I’m cold and I want my other McChicken.”

“Fine,” he sighs, and with some difficulty manages to get out of the fountain and back into his shoes. You just make your way back over to his car barefoot, braving the mulch and poorly-sanded concrete.

You both finish your food quickly, discussing menial things like how fast food restaurants always skimp on the pickles and how it’s truly a disservice to the world that so many people don’t know it’s Biggie singing the song Kat dances on the table to in the 1999 classic 10 Things I Hate About You.

When Sapnap pulls up to your house, he shifts the car into park and lets loose a heavy sigh. You whip around, hand on your buckle, and sport a very confused look on your face.

“I’m tired,” is all he says. Head falling onto the seat, he rolls over to give you a half-lidded look. You nod empathetically and climb very carefully out of his passenger seat. Your drunk muscles haven't caught up to your mainly sober brain, which is impairing your ability to look like a functioning human being.

“Thank you for tonight,” you chirp, smiling in at him with your arms folded on the open window sill. The half-drank Oreo McFlurry is lukewarm in your hand. He stares at your flushed lips.

“Anytime you want a drunk McChicken let me know.” He winks. “I have a gift card.”

“You spoil me,” you coo, and step up onto the sidewalk. “I’ll see you sometime soon, yeah?”

He nods, pursed lips fighting a grin.

Cute, you both think at the same time.

Sometime soon, somehow, means the very next day.

It’s breezy yet uncharacteristically hot out, and certainly way too bright for a hungover Y/N.

You’re sat on the porch swing, nursing a hot decaf coffee with lots of sugar and cream. Sunglasses sit comfortably on your nose, but you still have to squint. The pills you took have yet to kick in, so all you have to do is wait and try not to vomit into your mug. Suddenly, your phone lights up and buzzes to life. You press the green button and lift to your ear.

“What do you want?” Your voice is awfully froggy, you realize, and clear your throat.

“Good morning to you too.” Sapnap’s voice rings clear yet husky into your ear. The corners of your lips twitch up into a smile. God, you’re whipped just for the sound of his voice.

“It is definitely not a good morning,” you grumble and switch him into speaker phone. You drop the phone into your lap and stretch out further on the swing.

“Good morning for me,” he chirps cheerfully. “Take anything for the headache?”

“Yes,” you report, sounding like a pouting child and rubbing two fingers into your temple. “Some idiot fed me ice cream last night so this morning I woke up having to both shit and throw up.”

“Aww,” he sympathizes, sounding way too entertained. “That sounds like a you problem.” You stuck out your tongue, but upon realizing he can’t see it, make a ‘hmph’ noise into the mic. “Anyways. I called to see if you wanted to go get breakfast with me. Waffle House, specifically.” You make a face but lift yourself up off the swing, wincing.

“I saw a rat eat an entire piece of french toast there once. But—sure. I’ll pay.” He starts to whine, but you scoff. “Let me love you, bitch. You pay for my McDonald’s and I pay for your pancakes. Easy trade.”

“Whatever. See you in five.” He hangs up right as you twist the front door open and drop your phone onto the couch.

“Who’re you talking to?” comes from the kitchen and you jump, pressing a hand to your chest. A shirtless Karl enters the living room with a bowl of fruit loops in his hand.

“Jesus Christ,” you breathe, and duck into the hall closet for your pair of dirty tennis shoes. “I was talking to Sapnap.”

“Oh,” he says around his mouthful of cereal with a grin. “You guys dating yet?”

You pass him a weird look, bending to tie your shoes.

“Gimme like two weeks. I’ll have him at my beck and call,” you laugh and collapse back into the couch.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” He quirks an eyebrow and exits stage left into your roommate’s room.

The few minutes it takes for Sapnap to come to your house are short but filled with contemplation. Do you really want to date him? He’s certainly cute enough. Nice enough. And smart enough. He seems to like you too—

A honk interrupts your thoughts. Always having to be obnoxious, huh?

“You’re annoying,” you mumble as you buckle your seatbelt. He just shrugs, tiny smile tugging his lips, and shifts into drive. The short trip to Waffle House proves more quiet than lively. He seems awake, actually, so you attribute the silence to your tumultuous thoughts. The music is nice, though. Bikini Kill is perfect for 10 am.

After you two order (three chocolate chip pancakes for him and two regular waffles with a side of hashbrowns for you), he finally breaks the silence.

“Hey, are we dating?”

You pause with your lip on the rim of your orange juice. Your gaze falls from his lips to his fingers wrapped around the coffee mug. Two silver rings adorn both his middle fingers and they glint underneath the fluorescent lights.

“Do you wanna?” You squint back up at him. The tips of his ears flush pink.

“I-uh… Yeah. Yes,” he says simply. You try to hide a smile, but realize there’s no point.

“Okay.” You take a long drink of your orange juice. “I really like you. A lot. A surprising amount, actually; I haven’t really dated seriously since highschool.”

He nods, shuffling his feet on the tile. What else does he have to be nervous about? you wonder.

“I’ve… kindasortamaybelikedyousincesophmoreyear,” he mumbles and you swallow.

“Huh?” Leaning forward, you set your glass down.

“Um,” he starts but doesn’t finish.

“Did you say you’ve liked me since sophomore year?”

“...Maybe.” His coffee becomes the most interesting thing in the world, apparently. “Do you remember that one time during the Summer Carnival where Karl lost his phone?”

“Uh—yes! Yeah, actually. I do remember that. He found it in the porta-potty. What about it?” The waitress sets down both your plates in front of you and you offer her a smile in thanks before she trundles off to the drink station. You pick up your fork and wait for him to continue.

“I left two hours early because you invited Michael from your computer science class.” You pause around your mouthful of potato and he just stares back, trying not to grin. “Yeah. I thought you were hot and left early because you brought another guy.”

“Michael is gay,” you say slowly.

“Yup.” He nods and shoves a forkful of pancake into his mouth. “Isn’t that so stupid?”

“So stupid,” you tease but your cheeks blush pink.

“Anyways. Now I’m dating you, so. Win for me.”

“Ditto,” you murmur, and manage to fit half of your first waffle into your mouth. “This is the easiest it’s ever been to start dating someone.”

“It’s ‘cause we’re cool, I’m pretty sure,” comes from a mouthful of pancake.

“That’s facts.”

The rest of Pancake House is bustling, a few families with young kids and some other hungover college students scarfing down similar breakfast foods and confections. You two barely give any other customers the time of day, too wrapped up in conversation and each other. The waitress gets a heavy tip after an hour and a half of struggling to swallow dough soaked in syrup and chocolate.

Sapnap walks you to your door after breakfast, hand on your waist and pressed to your side. It feels good. Right.

“I’ll see you Wednesday right?” You ask, turning to him with hopeful eyes. How could he resist?

“Definitely. Wouldn’t miss Game Night for the world— I can’t wait to beat your ass at Uno.”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” You murmur but you’re already slinging an arm around his shoulder and bringing his mouth down to yours.

You taste like sugar, he thinks. His hands find the small of your back easily, pressing you further forward into him. You hum at that, tracking a hand up the back of his neck and into his hair to grip it between your fingers.

He smells both musky and sweet and cool at the same time: heaven. One of his hands slides up to grip at your neck, thumb rubbing at your jaw, and you make a pleased noise into his mouth. There it is.

“Y/N!” Shrieks from inside your house and you jump, pulling away from Sapnap with a smack.

“What?” You yell back, irritated, and he just laughs as he dips to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Stop tonguing your boyfriend and come help me with my photography project.”

“God damn it,” you sigh and drop your hands. His slide down to just rest on your hips, comfortable. “I have to go.” You're annoyed, that’s for sure, and he prays you aren’t too mean to your roommate.

“Alright.” He dips for a quick kiss one last time. Okay, two more times. Maybe three. But he pulls away, grinning. “I’ll see you Wednesday.”

And then he’s stepping off your porch, walking to his car with his hands in his pockets. You watch his back fondly.

God, boyfriend. He’s your boyfriend. Boynap. Sapfriend. You can’t decide on a name, but all sounds perfect.

Perfectly him.

A/N: ask or send me some stuff!! requests, rants, anything. :D comments = welcome!

#sapnap #mcyt #sapnap x reader #sapnap x fem!reader #sapnap x you #sapnap fluff #sapnap fic #sapnap oneshot #mcyt imagine #bubblyhoneyfics #mcyt x you

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kalliyen · 3 years ago

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Headcanon #5

Summary: When they’re s/o is related to one of their sunbaes/dongsaengs

Pairing: Enhypen (Separate) x Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: idk 🤷‍♀️ if there’s any but do tell me if there is

Genre: FanFiction,Crack,Fluff

Word and Emoji Count: 1,187

Disclaimer: no way to condone dating with the boys, also no way to harm the boys or any of the idols mentioned in this fic. Merely a work of fiction plz don’t become delulu from reading fics

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˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Lee Heeseung

֎ Your older brother was Yoon Jaehyuk from Treasure

֎ Your older brother knew you had a boyfriend but he didn’t exactly know who

֎ So of course, he pestered you into meeting the guy

֎ You finally agreed and told Heeseung that your older brother wanted to meet him

֎ Manz was fr sweating buckets 💦 🪣

֎ He knew your brother was his good friend Jaehyuk, but since you didn’t want your older brother to know about your relationship just yet,

֎ He kept it to himself

֎ The day you two were supposed to meet up with Jaehyuk he was about to bail but you gave him your cute puppy eyes 🥺

֎ And how could he say no to your cute self,

֎ Jaehyuk’s face was fr like 😮😶‍🌫️ when he found out you’re dating his good friend Heeseung

֎ Over all, big brother Jaehyuk has approved 👍

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Park Jay

֎ Your twin brother was Son Dongpyo, from the newly debuted group, Mirae

֎ Now he knows where you got your sassiness from….

֎ Dongpyo was literally eyeing Jay up and down with a 😒 expression on his face

֎ While Jay was sitting across the table like 😶 ‘did- did I do something wrong’ look on his face

֎ But after a while, Dongpyo finally warms up to your boyfriend and so does Jay.

֎ Dongpyo would probably ask you like

“Y/N, were’d u find him?? He’s way out of your league”

֎ Jay had to strap you down to your seat so you wouldn’t yeet Dongpyo to an oblivion

֎ F in the chat for Dongpyo 😩🕶🤏

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Sim Jaeyun

֎ You are the younger sibling of Lee Felix, from Stray Kids

֎ Was literally like: 😶😮😧🤭 when you told him

֎ And when you added that Felix wanted to meet him he would just straight up

֎ be like ‘baby I’m not even here, ima hallucination😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️’

֎ No amount of words can describe how nervous he was on the day he was to meet your brother

֎ But numbers can: ∞/10

֎ Became even more nervous when Felix practically bombarded him with questions

֎ He tries to answer them all at once but it turns into one big incoherent sentence

֎ You pull Felix aside and tell him that he should be more slow with Jake because he was so nervous to meet him

֎ Felix apologizes to Jake and says, ‘it’s alright mate’

֎ And Felix was like: “😯 u Aussie too mate??!!” And Jake was like: “ Yeah!!!”

֎ And they finally get along 🥰🥰🥰 you were so happy

֎ Felix thinks he’s a keeper 😏😉

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Park Sunghoon

֎ Your older sister Bae Ju Hyun (Irene) of Red Velvet

֎ Sunghoon was curious about your family so he asked you questions about em

֎ He knew you had an older sister but he never knew who.

֎ So when you tell him your older sister is The Irene of Red Velvet

֎ He was stunned

֎ Definition of: 😦

֎ He thought u was cappin at first but u looked so serious and he was like ‘fr?’

֎ U looked up at him from your phone and said “yeah fr”

֎ And then, a few days later your sister visits your apartment

֎ Bc, yk Irene is a caring big sister

֎ But she didn’t know you were dating anybody let alone, an idol as well

֎ So when she got to your apartment and barged down your door, she saw the most confusing sight she’s seen in her life

֎ Her little baby sibling cuddling someone on there couch 🛋

֎ wItH a boY?!

֎ Panics and screams questions in ur face

֎ You were like “Unnie/Noona nO!”

֎ But, at the end of the day Irene has approved of you too

֎ And she’s low key jealous

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Kim Sun-oo

֎ Your older sister was Shin Ryujin of Itzy

֎ So, we know how big of a midzy Sunoo is

֎ So when he visited your house, he was expecting you, to answer the door

֎ But it was Ryujin who answered the door he was so confused

֎ Boy legit thought he had the wrong house

֎ Until, you peek your head behind Ryujin’s shoulder

֎ When you saw him your abt to shove Ryujin so u could hug Sunoo

֎ But not on big sister Ryujin’s watch

֎ She looks at Sunoo up and down with an intimidating look on her face

֎ Sunoo was scared out of his wits let me tell you that

֎ “So, care to tell me who this is Y/N?” Ryujin says to you.

֎ “Unnie/Noona! Don’t scare him!”

֎ You usher him in your house up to your room and shut the door

֎ Sunoo was still so confused 😐

֎ Until you give him a kiss on da cheek does he function properly again

֎ 2 hours Ryujin barges in and sees you two being all lovey dovey to each other

֎ “Y/N. Explain. Everything. Now.”

֎ Gool luck fam

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Yang Jungwon

֎ Your older brother was BTS’ own maknae, Jeon Jungkook

֎ Jungwon looked up to Jungkook very much.

֎ So when he found out his s/o is related to his own sunbae, his soul left his body

֎ I’m half joking rn.

֎ He found out you were related when you went to HYBE to Jungkook something ur mom told u to give ur bro.

֎ It went a little like

֎ “Oh Thanks Kiddo” -Jungkook “you’re very welcome Oppa/Hyung” -You

֎ Jungwon was coincidentally walking past the room u two were in

֎ He almost tripped on air

֎ You saw ur bf and u were like “Wonie!! I didn’t know u we’re going to the agency today?” Jungwon had a ‘baby, loml, not right now Jungkook Hyung is LITERALLY THERE OH GOD HE’S COMING CLOSER WAGT DO I DO AAAHHH’ expression on his face

֎ “Wonie? Y/N I didn’t know u were dating my junior,,?” “I was gonna tell u soon Oppa/Hyung but you were to busy..” “Ah, I see, I’m not busy right now so, why don’t we converse a little Jungwon?”

֎ Oh 📄

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Nishimura Riki

֎ You are Shinee Choi Minho’s niece/ nephew

֎ We all know our niki is the biggest Shawol out there so I thought hmm..why not make y/n’s relative a member of Shinee

֎ Genius amiright

֎ Anyways, Riks found out u were Minho’s niece/nephew when he went to a family reunion with you

֎ Which he begrudgingly agreed to come with you

֎ When he was eating one of the snacks at the snack bar and he found the Choi Minho there he bolted to you

֎ “Y/N Y/N CHOI MINHO IS HERE WHAT THE HECK WHY IS HE HERE OH MY GOD AAAAHHHH”

֎ u were like “Riki calm down th, he’s my uncle”

֎ On the verge of passing out

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writer-of-various · 3 years ago

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hey Mother Raccoon~ how's ur hand? resting well? ;-;

can i request for a fluff with Adler/Hudson turned into a raccoon with Bell/reader? i thought about it these days and now i'm melting lmao feel free to ignore it, and take care of your hand ♡

Let's do this!!! Raccoon Adler AND Hudson, damn Bell is in for a ride. Also, I finally got to see my surgeon and my finger bone is healing. I chipped a piece of the bone off, and keep in mind this is my right index finger and I broke it right in the middle where the finger bends, and I also broke the ligament. But it's all good, thank you for always checking up on me luv! Now let's dive into this fluffy goodness!

Bell tossed the dirty dishes into the sink, a scowl on her face as she thought of what to tell Adler and Hudson when they return. She pushed away her worries, but they kept coming back every time she spared a quick glance at the clock. Sims had left to go repair some car he found, and Park was trying to get some shut eye after an exhausting week of working in the Red Room. Woods and Mason left for a date, which left the young woman all alone. Below her constant worrying was an unsettling feeling of anger, mostly appointed at Adler. He promised he'll be there, eating dinner beside her and telling her stories and stupid jokes only she found hilarious.

"Lying no good for nothing bastard!" She growls, kicking a chair. Little scurrying feet made their way to her and she forced a small smile at her beloved pet, Pumpkin. The little raccoon tilted his head at his mother's before walking forward, passing by her and scratching at the back door. Bell raised a brow, kneeling beside Pumpkin and petting his soft coat.

"What's wrong baby?" She whispers, only tonmake a noise when scratching was heard on the other side of the door. Bell smiled, a bit smug when she realized that no one was home to tell her "no" on bringing in another "stray". She got up and opened the door gently, her eyes widening when she saw two big raccoons looking up at her with weird expressions. "Oh, you two must be so hungry! Come on, you want food? Aw my new babies are so hungry-" Pumpkin began making a chirping noise, nuzzling against the bigger of the two new raccoons, which seemed to not enjoy the closure and pushed Pumpkin away. The other raccoon made a hissing noise and pat Pumpkin gently on the head, getting a grumble of annoyance from the bigger. The bigger raccoon moved past the other two and followed Bell, biting her ankle when she didn't acknowledge him.

"Ow- hey, no biting! Damn, you have teeth just like my husband..." she scolds, carrying three little bowls of the leftovers and setting them on the floor. Pumpkin came running over, his tail wagging and hitting the bigger raccoon in the face. Although he would've been mad at the younger raccoon, he turned his attention back to Bell and stood on his hind legs, tugging at her skirt. His friend made a noise, shaking his head as he tried pulling the bigger raccoon away. Bell sighed and gently swatted the big raccoon on the nose, grabbing his front paws and taking his nails out of her skirt.

"Stop, now. Eat." With that she left, the two newcomers following after her as she grabbed the phone. She dialed Adler's number, impatiently tapping her foot as it rang only to stop and say the same stupid message as before. She slammed the phone back onto its carrier and ran a hand through her hair, sitting on a lone chair and playing with a pair of Adler's glasses. The bigger raccoon perked up and scurried over, hopping on top of Bell's lap and taking the shades out of her hands. He then waved the shades in front of Bell before hopping down and running off to Bell's shared bedroom, his friend and Bell following after him.

"Hey, come on now! Put those down! Damn it-" Bell nearly tripped over both raccoons as they stopped in front of her door. She sighed and opened it, following closely behind as they both jumped on tip of her desk and touched at a picture frame of the crew. Bell walked over, her eyebrows raised as both raccoons made noises and their little front paws moved from the picture to themselves, back to the picture then at each other. And they were only pointing at Hudson and Adler-

"Holy Mother Russia-"

"What?" To say Park was confused and unamused was an understandment as she blinked at the two raccoons and Bell.

"I know, I know it sounds insane and impossible but when has anything in our lives not sound crazy? Adler and Hudson haven't returned and right when I was badmouthing Adler, these two just show up at the doorstep! Hell, doesn't this one look exactly like Hudson?!"

"Bell, just because the fur is thinned on the head doesn't mean anything-" "But what about the picture scenario. Look!" Bell placed the picture in front of the two raccoons and they began repeating their process from earlier. Park seemed to really wake up now and stared intently at their movements, her eyes widening as she leaned back and shook her head.

"Dear god...Bell, you're right." Bell tilted her head, a small smile tugging on her lips.

"I'm right? Damn...feels good being told that."

While Park talked with Sims about a solution to their problem, Bell was taking care of raccoon Adler and raccoon Hudson. Hudson was still the old grump he always was, but Adler seemed more affectionate and was giving her little kisses. But he seemed to like looking up at her skirt or try tugging it down, which made Hudson protective and start biting his tail. Bell had grabbed a few of Pumpkin's toys and tried playing fetch with the two, in which Hudson was a bit interested but grounded himself and Adler was falling asleep. Pumpkin, on the other hand, enjoyed the game and soon Hudson joined in, little chirps leaving his mouth as he caught the stuff animal toy and brought it back to Bell. He really enjoyed her rubbing the back of his ears and neck, the tension present and Bell being the good mom she is, she spent an hour rubbing away the tension from her friend. After that, Adler woke up and was surprisingly energetic, wrestling with Hudson and Pumpkin. Pumpkin enjoyed the time but quickly tired down, falling asleep on the chair Bell once sat on.

Not long after Pumpkin fell asleep, Hudson was also falling asleep, leaving an hyper Adler with Bell. She pet his head, played fetch, rolled around on the ground to amuse Adler but it was the other way around. Soon Bell became drowsy, sparing a glance at the clock and yawning. Midnight, straight on midnight.

"Alright Russ, it's night night time!" Bell sings, getting a grumble from the raccoon. She let's out a laugh, picking him up and plopping down on the couch, resting him on her chest. "Alright Mr. Big Boy, it's midnight. We gotta go to bed, so, sleep."

Bell shut her eyes, nearly sighing at how wonderful it was to close her heavy eyelids. Adler poked her face with his grubby little paws, sniffing her hair. When he realized she was in a deep sleep, he made a little happy noise and settled on her stomach, falling asleep.

When Bell woke up, she had no raccoon on her and when she looked over at the chair, Pumpkin and Hudson were also missing. The smell of bacon wafted through the air, waking her up fully. She sat up and stood, stretching her legs before walking over to the kitchen, smiling at the sound of Woods' laugh.

She walked in and her eyes widened at the sight of Hudson drinking coffee and carrying Pumpkin. Before she can even move her foot, two large arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her up into a hug.

"Hey there, beautiful" Adler whispers into her ear, getting a giggle from his wife. Bell had him set her down, turning to face him with a big smile.

"Hey there Mr. Big Boy Raccoon" She mumbles, getting him to shush her.

"We don't talk about last night." He raised a brow and Bell sighed dramatically, also raising a brow. Although she couldn't talk about Adler as a raccoon, she can talk about Hudson.

"Hey guys, so last night Hudson was-"

"No, shit, Bell wait-"

**It's short but I hope it's full of that fluff you need luv! Also, everyone has to gotta love raccoons, especially the rarest kind there is...raccoon Hudson.

#cod bell #cod adler #cod hudson #raccoon adler #raccoon hudson #bell is the raccoon queen #mommy bell

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janekfan · 4 years ago

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trying to think of a good prompt bc um. i love ur writing so much and looove some good angst/beating up jarchivist... do u have a take on the classic ‘i really loved you, you know’ possible misunderstanding (jon thinks martin doesn’t love him like that anymore, beats himself up about it & tries his hardest to respect what he perceives as martin’s boundaries/to not make him uncomfortable w the love he doesn’t think he wants from him anymore for reasons he can only guess at, tries to hide the toll everything is taking on him, martin thinks jon just saved him from the lonely bc he’s Jon, still thinks jon doesn’t feel that way about him, doesn’t let himself reach out for the comfort/contact he still needs & maybe has another scary brush with the lonely? cue self deprication mutual pining angst misunderstanding awkwardness distance maybe some tears! but then like. communication and realization and comfort and love love love?)???!

@transcendentalbf Thank you so much! It’s missing some detail but I hope it’s okay!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26803027

He doesn’t want to see you.

Jon looked down at their hands, clasped tightly together in his lap as Martin slept against his bony shoulder. It couldn’t possibly be comfortable. It couldn’t. That was never a descriptor applied to Jonathan Sims. He worried at Martin’s fingers with his own, rubbing warmth back into them though he had none to spare. They were headed to Scotland. To a safe house, if anything could be called safe these days with eyes all around and everywhere and watching, watching, watching.

He doesn’t want to see you.

That’s alright. He wouldn’t have to. Jon would deliver him, protect him, do whatever he needed as long as it kept Martin here with him. He didn’t need anything more than that and while Jon was quite possibly the worst liar in the whole of the population, he would make sure he didn’t take anything more than that. Selfish and monstrous and Martin had to suffer his company. He couldn’t ask for more. He couldn’t ask for more because he was too late.

I really loved you, you know?

And he hadn’t, he really, really hadn’t. Not until it was too late. And now.

Loved.

Loved

He'd taken too long, and maybe that foolish part of him always thought Martin would wait until--

Until when?

It was too late to love him because there wasn't much left of him to love. He wasn't worth it. Not anymore. Maybe not ever. Jon pressed a secret, trembling kiss to the top of his head. He’d committed so many crimes, what more harm could it cause to add one more to the list?

But he wouldn't abandon him again. Not for anything. And he would keep his own love a secret so Martin wasn't burdened with guilt. He could do so little for him, but he could do that.

“Up you come, Martin.” The train lurched to a stop.

“...Jon?” Exhausted and cold, wisps of fog clung to his hair, escaped his mouth with a sigh. It was like an infection, the Lonely. It would take time to recover. Lucky that. They didn’t have much more than time at the moment.

“Hm.” Jon hummed his assent, staggering under Martin’s taller, heavier bulk until he managed to get his feet under him. “Good, good. You’re doing so well.” The praise was clumsy, foriegn on his tongue and ill fitting in his mouth. Martin didn’t seem to notice, just shivered where they stood, and it was a relief. Cajoling, tugging, Jon got him off the train, bad leg beginning to buckle under their combined weight and he grit his teeth against the pain and pressure. “I know the way.” Voice light, Jon trudged forward, limp agonizing, slow, and they were a pair of ants scuttling up the hill under cover of darkness.

Finally, Martin was tucked up in bed, every spare blanket Jon could find piled on top of him, and he even got a glimpse of tired eyes before he lost him to sleep. Sinking to the floor, Jon tugged at his curls, distracting himself from the ache in his hip with a different sort of pain but with nothing else to focus on save for the slow inhale, exhale of Martin’s peaceful breathing, Jon couldn’t do much else other than endure. An exhausted sentinel trapped with his own spiraling thoughts.

He’d meant it. In that moment surrounded by fog and mist and menace, he meant it. He wanted more than to just survive. He'd known nothing but raw survival for what seemed like an eternity. He wanted so much more for the first time.

And he'd thrown away his chance.

Too hot, Martin shoved at the covers, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and staring up into unfamiliar rafters. The last thing he remembered was the smell of salt and the sound of the sea, wrapped up in a cloud’s soft, cloying embrace. It had been gentle there and he’d been there long enough that being so present, here and now, was overwhelming. There was an echo of a hand in his, smaller, fine boned and familiar. Pulling. Dragging. Leading. Him out of that place.

Jon.

Where was Jon?

Martin sat up, swinging his legs out of the bed and finding clean clothes laid out on the end of it. The scent of strong tea lingered in the pleasantly warm air and he followed it to the small kitchen, the familiar figure doing the washing up loosening the knot tied around his heart. He was here. He was safe. They were safe. At least for a little while.

“Jon.” The naked relief flooding through his veins was embarrassing, the little jump of surprise he��d caused endearing

“M’Martin!” Turning swiftly, Jon almost lost his footing, catching it quickly, mouth quirked in a half smile. “You, you look so much better.”

“I feel better.” Surprised when he found it was really true. A beat of silence passed between them, Jon growing more and more uncomfortable if the caginess about him said anything.

“Oh! Uh! Th’there’s tea. It, I’m sure it’s not as good as yours, it couldn’t possibly be.” He made room for Martin to pass by, jittery and shaking. “I’m sorry, I. Wasn’t sure what you’d want to eat but there’s some--”

“Jon.”

“--Nothing in the fridge of course but--”

“Jon.” With a little more force, punctuated by a step forward, and Martin heard his teeth click when his jaw snapped shut. “I’m sure whatever we have is fine.”

“Ah. Alright. Yes. Of course.” He wrung his scarred hands, something unidentifiable in his expression. “I’ll. I. Of course.” Jon practically fled the room, skirting Martin as if his touch might hurt him, and the ache it left in his wake was debilitating. But Martin had pulled away from him for a whole year; it was no wonder Jon didn’t want anything to do with him. He was altruistic. He saved people because that's what he did and he’d be the first to deny it.

So of course he’d saved Martin.

It wouldn’t do to attribute it to reciprocated feelings. Martin could barely remember what he’d said in the Lonely, what he’d said to Jon. But it felt like a confession. Was that the problem?

Did he Know his infatuation? Was he disgusted that someone like Martin dared love him?

Martin poured his tea, savoring it because of whose hands made it and found Jon in the sitting room, curled up with a book in an overstuffed chair.

“It’s good.” Jon chuffed, laughter like music.

“You’re too kind.” And the wry tone was so familiar and so Jon Martin chuckled along with him. They fell into a comfortable silence, at a comfortable distance.

And this was enough. Martin would make sure it was enough.

When Jon insisted on taking the couch because it wasn’t like he slept much anyway, that was enough too.

Days passed.

Jon withdrew.

Skittish and wan. A ghost skirting the edges of Martin’s periphery, and he wanted so badly to hold him close, ease his trembling, help him find even a measure of peace if there was any left to be found.

Jon thought he could do this. Thought he was strong enough to at least give Martin this one, small thing but the profound ache of what he’d lost without even knowing he’d had it in the first place carved him out and he hugged himself tighter lest his useless heart fall from the gaping wound that was his ribcage. Raw and empty, he wasn't strong enough to hold himself together against the sheer amount of love in him with nowhere to go and it was tearing him apart.

It’s only you. It’s only you. It’s only you.

When it overcame his childish sand castle walls, eating through them like the hungry surf in all directions, from all sides, Jon let the tears come. Quiet. Be quiet. Shh, shh, shh.

But I love him. I love him. I love him.

It wasn’t fair.

“Jon?” You idiot, he needs to rest and look what you’ve done. Selfish. Stupid. Please. “Please what, Jon? How can I help?”

“N’no, no. Go, go back to bed, y’y’you need to--” a sob choked him and he couldn’t finish speaking, could barely breathe, drowning in an unfamiliar want. Fingertips touched his jaw, applied pressure to lift his face and the look in Martin’s eyes stole the rest of the air in his lungs. “I love you.” He slammed his palms over his traitorous mouth, curling forward and inadvertently into Martin’s waiting arms and he was too weak to resist, instead babbling, crying, words night unintelligible. “I love you! And I, I know. I know y’you don't feel the same and I'm too late but. But I want in a way, in, it's frightening how much and I'm afraid I'll do s’something foolish when, when all I, I, I want to d’do is keep you safe.”

“Breathe, Jon. Breathe, it’s alright.”

“I've. I've t’tried to give you space. And. A’and not. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I've. I shouldn't have said anything and I'm so, s’so sorry.”

“Hush now, hush and look at me. Look at me, Jon.” Demanding carefully, and Jon turned to him like a worn and weathered bloom seeking out the sun. Martin immediately, desperately wanted to fold him back up again, touch him softly, kindly, because no one has done that for him in so long. Gently, Martin swept his thumbs beneath red eyes wrung with dark shadows, brushing away tears even when they showed no sign of stopping. “It’s alright, shh. It’s alright.” It’s not. It wasn’t alright and Jon shook his head, stiffening in his arms when Martin pressed him into his shoulder.

“M’sorry, m’sorry, M’Martin.” Greedy, never content with what was offered, always had to take. To take and take and take and he took more now, leaning heavily into Martin, pressing as close as possible, winding his arms around his waist and clutching his jumper.

“Okay, okay. Why did you think I needed space?” Soothing, his broad palm weighed heavy on his back, up, down, repeated. “Why so sorry?”

“I. I--you. Loved me.” Saying it like this was torture, a knife twisting in his gut. he never wanted to hear it again. He could. He could pretend. If he never heard it again. “And I. I never knew. Not until it was too l’late.”

I really loved you, you know?

You know?

Jon was exhausted. Upset and aching. Completely limp in his arms and so confused. Why hadn’t he pushed him away? He wasn’t obligated to keep holding Jon together. Especially not after he’d fallen into so many pieces.

“Jon. I think.” Martin hummed, lips close to his ear, breath a slow warmth against the shell of it. “I need to make something clear.”

“You don’t need to do anything.” Jon closed his eyes, stray tears slipped between damp lashes. “I understand.”

“I’m not sure you do.” Sweetly, Martin cupped the back of his head, brushed a kiss to his pulsepoint. “Because I do love you.”

“You don’t, you don’t have to say that.” Shaky, small.

“I do.” Martin pushed him back by the shoulders only to press their foreheads together. “I do. I love you, Jon. In the Lonely, I. It’s not important. Not right now.” Martin leaned back, bringing Jon with him, tucking him under his chin. “I love you. I’m excited that you love me too.” Muffled in a tight throat still choked with too much emotion.

“I think I’ve loved you for a long time, Martin.” Chaste, gentle, he pressed a kiss to the corner of Jon’s mouth, smiling when his lips turned up beneath his own.

“And I’m so glad for it.”

#TMA #The magnus archives #jmart #jonmartin #mutual pining #unrequited love #kinda #they're foolish #tmafanfic #love #first kisses #jon sims #martin blackwood

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heyy missy, how y'doing? hope ur well sweetie

imma send some stuff for your valentines day event that i thought is genious

- the fandom i want is ATLA

- pronouns are she/her & gender i'd like to be shipped with is male

- i am an ENFP :))

- my love language is prolly physical touch or word of affirmation

- what i look for in a partner is someone to share my experiences and everything, someone that can listen and also enjoy my bubbly self and the way I express myself honestly just that maybe someone who is athletic too? that's kinda important to me since I enjoy physical activities lol

- my personality: I am very logic to an extent but I dont use it often cause I am lazy, I am messy with my stuff but love to tidy things up when not told to, i love to talk, to play games and to learn new languages (english isn't my first language). I am a very affectionate person and love to hug and try to make everyone happy, I feel like everyone should experience to be cared for and I try to be this person to them. I also enjoy arts very much but you'll se that right below

- any hobbies? dancing and singing (tried piano, which I love but lol I cant)

- 3 things you do on the daily!!

play the sims, sing, hug someone

- (optional) talk to me please :(

turn that smile upside down hunny

I think your event is amazing, hope it does well :))

sorry for ranting LMAO

STOP YOU SOUND SO MUCH LIKE ME WTH

ALSO THANK YOUUU YOU'RE SO SWEET 😭😭😭

im doing okay!! THE TRUE BEAUTY KDRAMA IS KILLING ME

anyways HAHA i ship you with...

AANG!

yess he's the avatar sO HE'S ATHLETIC- he's also good at that air ball game (forgot what it was called JSNDJDO) he's also pretty affectionate, no?? HE'LL PLAY THE HORN THINGY FROM THE HEADBAND EPISODE W YOUR SINGING AND HE'LL DANCE WITH YOUUUU

how he asked you out

-> It was somewhat of an intimate setting, you and Aang alone together in your room. This was where the two of you told each other everything on your mind; communication was crucial, and you both wanted to be there for the other.

This time, you were both on your phones, scrolling through TikTok and whatnot. Occasionally, one of you would shove your phone into the other's face, showing a funny one they watched.

"Hey, uh," he started, and he looked down at the carpet below him.

"Hm?" you hummed, looking up from you phone. You started to grow concerned at the flushed boy in front of you. You moved your position so that you could face him more comfortably. "What's wrong?"

"You know how I told you I liked you?" he said, amd you recalled the memory. It had been one of the best days of your life. You nodded, so he continued. "Well, you know how you told me you felt the same way?" Where was he going with this?

"Aang..."

"Does that mean... you would be my valentine date?" he asked, his voice unusually quiet. You smiled at the out-of-character shyness, and you nodded eagerly.

"Yeah, Aang, of course!" You were blushing now as well. His face immediately morphed into the biggest smile.

"Oh, thank goodness," he mumbled, before tackling you into a hug.

how you spent v.day together

-> It was cheesy, you knew. But you couldn't help falling in love with the boy in front of you. He was playing music in the background, holding you in his arms. The two of you danced to the slow music, smiling at each other like dorks.

He had set up a surprise for you; he had decorated your living room, making it the perfect place to slow dance. Heart shaped balloons surrounded you as you spun around.

Lights danced around the room as the two of you danced too. The light seemed to follow you wherever you went.

This boy... You laughed at the grin he had on his face.

"Why are you smiling?" you asked.

"Because you're beautiful." You rolled your eyes at how basic the line was, but you couldn't deny that your heart skipped a beat.

#morosis's valentine's day event 💖#morosis matchups #aang x you #aang x reader #atla

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olympicvamps · 4 years ago

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Playing some more with Carlisle and Esme in a human au

This is the second instalment of my strange story..I’m just enjoying it for some reason so please share ur thoughts:)

If you wanna wanna read the previous post, then they’re all has tagged under “human au’ on my tumblr.

The small cafe was drenched in dying sunlight and the young woman was smiling as she watched Max play with the wooden coffee stirrer, still thinking of the handsome doctor she’d just met.

Across the wooden table, Rosalie watched her with playful suspicion, effortlessly twisting her golden hair into a knot above her head. She had a knack for making anything look chic.

‘I haven’t seen you smile about a man like that in..forever. Not since..’

Rosalie’s voice trailed off slowly, she hated herself for ruining the moment, almost as much as she hated the expression on Esme’s face when her husband was unexpectedly brought up in conversation.

‘Not since I first met Charles.’ Esme offered friend sympathetic smile in encouragement, ‘It’s okay. We can talk about him.’

‘I’m sorry, darling.’

The interruption of Max’s sweet cooing eased any tension at the table, and Rosalie took the moment to rest her hand above Esme’s. They were more than family.

‘Well..I think that your friend seemed lovely.’ The two women shared a childlike smile. ‘Carlisle..was it?’

‘Carlisle, yes.’ The young mother bounced the baby gently on her lap, laughing in her attempt to hide her flushed cheeks.

‘You should’ve gotten his phone number! I could see that he wanted to ask you out, I think he got nervous.’ The blonde woman laughed loudly, stretching back in the wooden chair. ‘I suppose we’ll have to find a convenient way to warrant a visit to the emergency room!’

Holding back laughter, Esme gently shook her head. Caramel curls bouncing at her shoulders, brown eyes big and glistening in the sunlight. ‘Absolutely not. I’m not making the same mistake again.’

She raised her natural pitch to talk to the baby in her arms, kissing him lightly on the cheek. ‘We don’t need a man, do we? We’re having so much fun on our own.’

Max giggled in response, clumsily reaching for a tendril of his mother’s hair.

•••

‘Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is for me, Esme? People are asking where you are, what am I supposed to tell-‘

Eyes brimming with tears, the young woman skipped to the next voicemail. Left only a few minutes after the last one.

It starts with a sigh, Charles’ tone is gentler this time.

‘I miss you. I miss Max, I bet he’s grown so much since I last saw him...a boy needs his father, sweetheart.’

His words hung in the air, and Esme pulled the baby onto her lap. What if he was right?

From the doorway Rosalie spoke suddenly, ‘Can I have that phone for a moment?’

The young woman surrendered the phone without protest, watching in resignation as her friend took apart the phone and dropped the tiny SIM card into her half drunk wine.

‘Max has you, father’s are completely antiquated.’ She sat cross legged on the ground next to Esme, making silly faces at the baby sitting next to her. ‘You have a new number now, you don’t need the old one anymore.’

Esme sighed, taking a moment to bury her face in her hands.

‘You need to loosen up a little,’ Rosalie smiled cheekily, ‘When was the last time we went out?’

Hiding a grin, Esme played with Max’s hair.

‘It’s been a while..’

Sensing Esme’s grin, Rosalie flung her arms enthusiastically.

‘Come on, let’s go out tomorrow. We’ll get Emmett to watch Max for the night and we’ll go out, we can get drunk and dance.’ Still smiling, Rosalie gently nudged her friend, ‘It’ll be so fun!! You always loved going dancing.’

‘I don’t know, Rose..what would I wear?’

‘Borrow something of mine.’ And then, rising to her feet and, taking Max from his mother’s lap, Rosalie began to walk toward her bedroom. Talking to the infant in her silliest voice; ‘Let’s go and find something to make your mum look sexy!!’

#carlisle and esme #esme cullen #Rosalie Hale #esme and rosalie #twilight fanfiction #the twilight saga #twilight #strange annie story #olympicv

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kunalkarankapoor · 4 years ago

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@priyanka_music: HAPPY BIRTHDAY🎉🎊❤️ Kunal Karan Kapoor

I still remember that day when I saw you casting in the show , 'Na Bole Tum Naa Maine Kuchh Kaha ' , and I just felt an instant connection with you . Honestly , I never felt that you are actually acting in the show but till today it seems that its going on in front of my eyes and I am too the part of it. Your dedication towards your work has inspired a lot of people like me . A very HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my favourite actor #kunalkarankapoor ❤️😘Stay blessed, keep smiling and keep blessing our timeline.

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Happy Birthday to the best and amazing in the world who has changed my life and who made my world complete. I am sooo proud to be your fan forever. Keep soaring higher and higher and the sky will be your limit.My wish for is to experience joy, hope and love all the days of your life and accomplish all the wonderful goals you have set in your life.May you continue to inspire and put smiles on the faces of those who love you. I wish pure happiness in your life.May God bless you with all the joy and happiness that your heart can contain.Love you always. Stay blessed and be happy always. Vadlapudi Latha

Kunal Karan Kapoor, at first : Wish you a very happy birthday !!! Wish you all thé Luck, joy, love, success of thé World !!!You are an Amazing actor, an impressive photographer and a great person.It is really thé first Time that i am a big fan of an actor. Your way to play IS really awesome. You have something spécial that attract me. Your voice at first, then your eyes who speaks so much things... Once i discovered you in nbt, i get stuck on you. I wanted to see more shows of you. After watching all your shows, i wanted to know more about you, what you like etc... Then i discovered a fabulous photographer... No need to Travel, i Travel with your clicks ! They are just WOW!! I have not stop even After that... I Saw your interviews... You looks so natural and honest. Something rare in this World. Never change !Really, i admire you.Wish you thé best because you are thé best and deserve thé best ... Sim

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Wish you a very Happy Birthday Kunal Karan Kapoor.I came to know about you when i was in class 6th and till now i am huge fan of yours. I know these line you might have heard 1000 times but let me tell you. You are different and unique. The intensity you have in your eyes your expressions and your presence these are like magic. Whenever i get sad or stressed even your small interview byte makes me happy. And most importantly your presence your charm helped me to overcome sadness always. Stay blessed superstar.❤️You are reason to my happiness amid of sorrow.May God bless you with all the happiness and long life with success and joy always. Lots of love kkk💕❤️💃😍 arzookha advocate

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Hi KUNAL ji .....BIRTHDAY DAY wishes...Ur birthday is a great day for us...WISHING U A DAY FILLED WITH HAPPINESS AND A YEAR FILLED WID JOY.... I saw u first on 13th September 2013 (NBTNMKK 1st episode in tamil) ..I really got obsessed wid ur acting...My first serial is nbtnmkk coz I'm not much interested in serials..But after nbtnmkk I started to see a lot of serials ...But I'm addicted to ur acting...Ur eyes speaks a lot ..Ur natural way of acting....Everything everything just awesome...I started loving both Kunal Karan Kapoor and Aakanksha.... My very next serial was doli armaano ki ...I really loved ishaani-shaurya bonding...The luv for ishaani and ur intrepid character was something still I adore and i wanted to be like this..And that time i felt I'd had a brother like u...Really ur eyes are so powerful that u don't need words to explain..... My mom and dad were my inspiration..I thought no one would be other than my mom and dad.....but now ur my true inspiration..my mentor..I've learnt a lot from u and still learning...I'm sure I will follow ur footsteps to achieve my dreams...keep learning from u....Ur simplicity and UR RESPECT TOWARDS UR FANS keeps increasing my Respect for u....KEEP SHINING AND SMILING bcoz u r the reason for many of our smiles...WAITING FOR UR BLOCKBUSTER MOVIES..wish u a great day..MAY EACH CANDLE U BLOW GRANT U A WISH TODAY...NO MATTER HOW OLD U BECOME U SEEM TO BE YOUNG FOREVER..LOVE U💖💗💗 Guna.1067

Today it's August 22nd and It's your Birthday 🍰🍫 sir! A very special day to all of us;I WISH YOU A VERY VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIR! I Wish a lots of happiness, success and good health..I also want to congratulate you for all your tremendous work in all serials n web series.. you're such an outstanding performer!! You make us speechless with all your phenomenal work.....Thank you so much for making us smile 😊through your unique style of acting..You're such a greatest and cutest human being with such a hypnotizing smile 😊... Again , WISHING YOU A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIR!KEEP ACHIEVING MORE N MORE.....KEEP ENTERTAINING THE WORLD....KEEP SMILING....😊STAY BLESSED... loads of respect n best wishes...Suchismita Mishra

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Through the windowpane I saw a lighting strike and in that light; I saw a lovely angel’s marvelous face. My eyes lit with sparks of fire striking against my body thinking it as a matchstick, And my heart blossomed as various blossoms. There is no language to sing his magnificence. No eyes are efficient enough to measure his beauty. Though all I said is true, he isn’t mine. O heart of mine, just let go of him. - @janani._.jaan._.vm

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I saw you on September 19 2013 on Polimer channel for the first time. That was one day when I felt really bored and was just flipping my remote to view something nice. Suddenly I came across this serial NENJAM PESUTHE and I became elated when I saw a little girl acting too good beyond her levels. Then in the last scene of that very episode came my hero MOHAN PRASAD. He became the man for whom I desperately waited to watch. Days passed and I became more and more a KUNALIAN and I should say that the onscreen chemistry between nanhi and her Spiderman was more adorable than that between the lead pair. You are the first person who could bring a smile as well as tears in my eyes at the same time. You really swept me off my feet. I started crushing on you and loving you so much. It is you who kept me glued to the computer during my 9th standard vacation. I completed watching season 2 of the serial 175 episodes at a stretch in just 13 days only for you and in spite of getting a hell lot ofscoldings, I really enjoyed that. I am really proud to be your fan, oh my King of expressions! I was amazed (still am) by the way you never consider yourself as a celebrity and are such a down to earth actor one can ever see. I wish you a very happy, cheerful birthday and I love you so much love, Rania

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kae-karo · 6 years ago

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Hi Katie! I just want you to know that I want your analysis of this new sims video more than anything and I'll just patiently wait for it... Have a nice day!

hi dear!! new sims vid, did u mean dnp simulator?

dorks spending the first ten seconds dancing in fake snow

why virtual friends???? ??

my daddies gave to me y’all,,,,,,there’s knowing your branding and then there’s acting on that knowledge and i think this may have been one time where acting on your knowledge maybe was not a good call like ily and u do u and all but

i love phil loving his branding it’s cute also shoutout to @dnpscloset thanks for finding it (x) bc i want one now if anyone needs a last minute xmas idea i’m lookin at u mom u always wait til the last minute

same dan, same

‘we all have new faces and new lives and everything’s changed, this is gonna be hella dramatic’ *inhale* *exhale*

‘when u imagine the howlter family’ god they’re such adorable n sentimental nerds i love them

phil’s actual default is bein a leany boye

dnp arguing about what ‘desperate’ actually is as if the entirety of their first year after meeting they weren’t talking as often as they could five hour skype calls amirite

get away from me stalker lmao bold of u to say that danny

phil sweetie i love you with my entire heart he’s so so excited abt the virtual snow i love him

tiny zoom in jumpcut at 2:08 overlapping audio interesting

a mood and a half

phil immediately going ‘yeahhhhh thin walls family hearing things they gotta get out’ abt dab and evan like m8 we get it all u think abt is sex we get it god u and ur husband really are made for each other aren’t u (dnp = devan reference #1)

‘i presume evan is also jobless’ ‘i hope so!’ phil is it really,,,,,,smth to be excited about,,,,,,,

dan’s doin a lot of the hand phone lately u cute boy

we should have a redbull what is wrong with them phil can barely handle having too much sugar y’all thought it was a good idea to have a redbull also we should have a redbull they share literally everything which tbh is probs for the best lbr phil on a whole can of redbull hmmmmm yes ik it’s v possible and in fact probable that phil had his own can let me live

‘it’s a sensible lightweight jacket’ in the fucking snow wow dan u really did just set urself up for phil to drag u about not dressing for the weather

dan’s fucking laugh at 4:39 gives me life literally there is no purer and more adorable sound like that’s up there with kittens purring

‘i think he’s gonna be a bit of a diva in this relationship’ did you mean: dan howell (dnp = devan reference #2)

[slight bit of ankle is showing] dan: ‘and now you’re wearing shorts’

where’s the lie tho honestly that lil pause before he said mate

this clip will live in infamy bc i want this in every fucking phan edit for the rest of time like i can’t even think of the right out-of-context clip right now but anything that can be answered with phil saying ‘it’s dan’ i need it

youtube

mandatory phil covering his mouth and bein a cutie

yes destroy gender roles in the snow universe (although seriously dan’s ‘life is just about uncon-doing the horrible conditioning of all these gender stereotypes, phil’ is so important also i stan phil recognizing that before dan i think it’s really easy to forget that just bc up til recently he’s not been as expressive as dan of his opinions on how stupid gender roles are doesn’t mean he doesn’t have just as if not more progressive a mindset than dan)

‘it’s like a dan vs phil’ dnp = devan #3

dan has such a lovely singing voice i miss him singing

dude phil’s eyebrows are making a Solid appearance v expressive

i s2g this is a different moment from the one above he’s just so fricken cute???

‘but they’ve got each other’s backs, phil, just like dab and evan’ yeeeeaaaa i’m gonna go ahead and go with dnp = devan reference #4 here i think that’s fair

snow angels are the least fun thing to do and yet (x - it literally won’t let me put it in bc it’s a privated vid rip)

amazing they just started having a snowball fight how cute n domestic am i talking abt dnp or dab and evan hmmmm - dnp = devan #5

i get that infinity war was a meme but lads it’s time to let it go

‘and they’re called the howlters’ lmao as if u ain’t an honorary lester daniel (dnp = devan #6)

i’m living for phil’s excitement i mean if that’s what redbull does to him i’m here for it i guess?

hi they’re dumb this was cute

‘we don’t want to be those people, but for us personally, we very much found that you just need to just move into a big city of some kind and just jump into life with both feet’ this is not only adorable advice but also where dnp simulator comes into play aka we did this so uhh dab n evan should do it (dnp = devan #7) also dan speaking for them both singular pronouns are quaking

‘don’t trust that’ what on earth are u on abt phil what don’t u trust the fuckin desert or?????

scalyburg phil stop pls we know we get it dan’s a furry ur a scaly we got it

why does dan spend an entire 7 seconds (8:40) adjusting is he moving closer to phil? switching which leg he’s sat on? idk but it lead to me pausing at this moment which was a gift in and of itself

‘the deposit on that one, plus the weekly went would make us instantly broke, so that’s fun, us when we moved to london’ bih do u hear me crying

does dan remember phil’s first manchester apartment what kind of question is that phil have u met dan he probably remembers every bloody inch of that place i mean he did remember that there wasn’t a bedside table so

stop that

middle of the city, romance festival, geekcon, pretty views and cherry blossom trees sounds like dnp’s ideal location do u get why i’m calling it dnp simulator yet also dnp = devan #8

we don’t want to move next to the karaoke legends wow dan bold of u to say after belting helena at 2am real bold

phil having flashbacks to the apt they toured where they found out people died there

hi phil just looks so excited by everything

look i’m not saying anything except they’re managing to find a lot of similarities b.w their lives and what they’re doing for dab and evan okay like this apartment is great for people-watching? which is what phil did in his manchester apt?

context whomst? idk her

shoutout to the wardrobe

big bold life-changing steps

anon spitting truth up in this house (but like,,,,,my thoughts exactly lmao i was like they’re such introverts they would’ve avoided meeting their neighbors at any cost including apparently smacking into a locked door trying to avoid small talk phil we love u bab)

casually mentioning dan saying ‘we are dil-’ was he gonna say dil’s son, maybe but i like to remember the bloops of dan repeatedly calling dab dil so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

omg okay so from like. this point on, when dan’s like ‘here is my vision’, i’m absolutely getting queer eye vibes like amateur queer eye tho like two gay nerds trying to embody queer eye in their lives a bit oh wait

okay okay okay dan u said an ensuite bathroom and then failed to add a door to the bedroom do u understand how frustrating that is???????? do u understand how stressful it was for me to watch that whole damn vid and know that u forgot the door????

a space for hobbies what hobbies who has hobbies

they learned nothing from building their house before: phil should take the mouse away from dan immediately look at him he is such a sugar baby in this jfc

god dan is so cute get these idiots a penthouse apartment super high up so he can have his bath next to a window okay he deserves that in life

stop it they’re literally agreeing on almost every single thing god they literally share a single brain

amazing

leany boye

‘they are young adults moving into their first apartment, you don’t have art!’ okay first of all don’t even go there daniel second of all i’m sorry you’re the one arguing for spending literally all their money but u don’t want to get some art bc it’s unrealistic????

dan saying lovely

phil’s mr carpet

navy??? navy? when did they? why?

i would get involved in a criminal plot to have that / i’m gonna throw you out of one

wow pro tips makin a comeback

phil is Losing Steam

oh my god okay so i was joking but literally phil is losing steam lmao 18:35 he says ‘ayy’ and it’s so tired-sounding

leany leany boyes

okay look ik dan’s going into ‘aww poor philly’ mode but also he knew that very quickly like honestly that’s not a Thing i would ever notice about someone tbh i’m not saying it’s like Significant but damn danny was really into phil to know that shiz man

the high-fashion gigantic rug of our dreams

okay look i can’t make this up phil literally leans away for a bit and then

hello daniel’s Curl

i stan phil getting excited over plants

dab and evan will be having a mario kart fest will they (dnp = devan #9)

mirroringggggggg

dude big mood god they’re so fond and full of memories

honestly dnp made it that way like u cannot convince me they didn’t purposely decide to do that mmkay

‘see they are ready to have their romantic dinners. and then they can pretend they have another friend and it’s fine!’ am i talking abt dnp or dab and evan who knows :) (dnp = devan #10)

cold in the middle what on earth i literally have no memory of that i mean it could just be my shit memory but jfc they just remember that stuff goddamn

scrunchy boyes also phil where’s ur arm at hm

like i’m not fuckin joking where is it

you can’t exist without a computer i mean

what is important in life / the internet

they don’t even have fucking doors and dan’s like ‘uhm they need a terrarium’ dan i’m stressed

oh my god i’m sorry phil is so done with this now it’s actually comical

hi they didn’t add a door for the ensuite

give dnp an interior design series honestly give them any series

phil reached for dan’s hand u cannot convince me otherwise

‘not my personal taste’ really,,,,,really

when dab n evan hug dan looks at the screen n phil looks at the camera things u didn’t need to know but now u do

lmao jumpscared by the kiss

‘i feel like i’ve never nailed anything more in my entire life’ hmmmm hmmmmmmmmmm hm

the fuck was dan’s ‘getting a job’ that’s his fnaf voice u stop that

doon doon doon doon

tongue

hi uhm what the Fuck was that jumpcut at 28:30 i hate Obvious Jumpcuts with a burning passion specifically bc of dnp

#dnp #dan and phil #dapg #phan #danandphilgames #sims #devan #vid analysis #anon #ask #kt

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youthblamed-a · 5 years ago

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character sheet

BASICS.

full name. maxim levi ilyichov pronunciation. mak-sim lee-vigh il-yich-ov nickname. goes by his middle name to those outside of his family for most of his youth because he thinks it’s easier for english folk to pronounce. his family ( and anyone else who’s very involved in his life outside of school ) often call him max, and he probably starts going by that as an adult, but he has no real preference for what people call him. may also sometimes use his mother’s maiden name ( blotts ) for the same reason gender. male height. 5′11 age. all of the ages but my threads usually end up being either around 17-19 or like 35 zodiac. cancer ( and it shows ) spoken languages. russian ( first ), english ( second )

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair colour. brown with copper undertones eye colour. dark brown skin tone. on the paler side, but not notably pale. body type. very slender with decent muscle tone and long, long and limbs, moderate hyperextension in the knees and elbows, naturally flexible spine accent. british ( standard + a touch of east end london ) with a little hint of foreign-ness that is only audible sometimes and you probably wouldn’t be able to identify dominant hand. right posture. very natural, if that makes sense — straight and proud in the spine, but relaxed in the shoulders. he doesn’t use his posture to try to stand out or to blend in with the background, he just allows his body to exist in the space it takes up without too much thought tattoos. a hummingbird ( his patronus ) on the left side of his ribcage, and a small, simple line tattoo of the golden gate bridge on the back of his right shoulder blade most noticeable feature. cliche but his smile is quite radiant. other than that he lets his hair get a little long more often than not

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth. st. petersburg, russia ( at the time named leningrad ) hometown. london. manner of birth. natural siblings. one brother older by two years, mikhail, who doesn’t lack kindness, but is much more cerebral and introverted. parents. isabella blotts and alexander ilyichov parental involvement. he went to boarding school like apparently every witch and wizard, but otherwise, his family is pretty close-knit. though he’s close to both parents, levi is closest with his father, since they are both the emotional type, while his mother and older brother share a more intellectual bond. levi knows how lucky he is to have two parents who love and accept him unconditionally, and will often welcome people who aren’t so lucky to come home with him so that they can feel the love

ADULT LIFE.

occupation. i’m still kind of figuring out how medicine fits into the wizarding world, but they must have something roughly equivalent to a family medical practitioner rather than having only the healers for emergencies that we see in the books,,, either way it’s still being figured out but he has some sort of hospital related career and then teaches medicine after that current residence. depends on age but after he finishes school at hogwarts he stays lives in san francisco for the rest of his education before settling in another british city ( at the moment it’s edinburgh ) close friends. still figuring that out lol, but if anyone wants to plot a close friendship, please let me know!! relationship status. single / depends financial status. middle class driver’s license. yes, he gets it at 19 or 20 years old ( + also a license to apparate at 17 ) criminal record. none but trespassing and class b drug possession should probably be on there vices. an occasional-semi frequent smoker even though he’s very aware of how terrible it is for you

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation. bisexual, like a kinsey 4 romantic orientation. ^ preferred emotional role. submissive | dominant | switch | unknown preferred sexual role. submissive | dominant | switch | sex repulsed ( whatever makes his partner happy ) libido. average to high turn ons. mostly emotional intimacy, lots of kissing and a good bit of eye contact where possible, and a tiny bit of having his hair petted/pulled, but he also does enjoy being bitten. he mostly enjoys sex that is loving + intense where he and his partner just get lost in each other ( even if they aren’t necessarily “in love” ) turn off’s. tbh he’s pretty vanilla so a lot of things would freak him out especially if sprung upon him, like anything that involves causing genuine pain with an object that isn’t part of ur body, or anything involving uncertain/ambiguous consent either way. love language. soft touches; small, silent favors that make his partner’s day better with no grand gesture; kisses behind the ear and on the back of the shoulder; devotion that doesn’t need to be spoken or flaunted; always holding hands; plenty of praise, but love that doesn’t need words to be expressed relationship tendencies. always wants to be the caretaker/emotional protector of his relationships; usually the first one to say “I love you”; can sometimes struggle to differentiate between whether he’s feeling something platonic or romantic because he just has a lot of love for a lot of people; also can be very easily manipulated with the promise of love; tends to let the other person dictate the dynamic/speed/seriousness of the relationship - he’ll go with just about anything to please someone else

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song. there are So Many but colourway by novo amor and holocene by on iver do a good job of capturing his energy (catch the whole playlists here) hobbies to pass the time. he’s definitely the notebook keeping type, but they aren’t pretty lol, more just a collection of thoughts written very messily ( he might not even know what they say when he reads back on them ) in a mixture of languages, cut outs and photographs tucked between the pages, musical notation that he’ll probably never develop further, and bad ( b a d ) drawings. he also loves to fly, not only for quidditch but just to be in the air/around nature, and he’s alright but not well practiced at playing the piano. also just a total daydreamer. mental illnesses. none physical illness. needs glasses to read idk if that counts left or right brained. probably left fears. being unloved/unloveable, instability/loss of peace self confidence level. for the most part, healthy + realistic. in terms of talents and abilities, he’s aware what he’s good at and what he could work on ( although that doesn’t necessarily move him to do anything about it ) . being incapable doesn’t concern him too much, but rather his insecurities instead center mostly around the fear of being an unlikeable person.

tagged by. @kindheir (thank you sm!) tagging. not sure who’s done this but @pluscharmant @nikolacvnas @wasntallbad @corpsepaintd @hadncchoice @murios ( for max and/or klaus ) @withoutchoice ( i had astoria or ginny in mind but for any of ur blogs!! ) anddddd i’m also tagging myself @prcdiigal

#( if anyone actually reads this tears of joy shall be shed )#( this was actually a lot of fun though )#⋆✧⋆【 a. / headcanons 】singing to the sky just felt right.#⋆✧⋆【 n. / scrapbook 】it would be too tiring to repeat it all.#long post tw

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spring-emerald · 7 years ago

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So, a few weeks ago, I found myself in a ditch, suffering from a case of demotivated writing slump. To help cure that, I went through the whole KuroDai tag on AO3 and was able to finally make a list of the fandom favorite fics. Meaning most fans have probably read it, but hey, it’s always good to re-read them :D Some are my personal picks as well, which means that I really enjoyed them because they are very well written, and the characterization is well done.

There are still a few hidden gems, ones that i really, really personally like, but I might do that on a separate list. Anyway, now onto the list~

Note: * means the fic is still in progress; Ratings enclosed in parenthesis.

like a properly calculated algorithm by astroturfwars (G)

Summary:

Kuroo’s got a hand in his hair, pushing it out of his face so he can read properly, and one of the first non-calculus thoughts Daichi has all night is: well, that’s a nice change of scenery.

The second non-calculus thought Daichi has is: shit.

the faster we’re falling by raewrites (T)

Summary:

Sawamura Daichi is really hot.

But also so much more.

And it’s a huge fucking problem.

ride by astroturfwars (T)

Summary:

In which there are cars, kissing, and cute dogs.

accidentally on purpose by keptein (G)

Summary:

“Calm down,” Tetsurou said. “It’s not like she’ll fail you.”

“That’s true, “ Sawamura said, exhaling again. “If she does, I’ll complain. Thanks, though.” He lifted his hand for a one-armed hug.

“No problem,” Tetsurou said, and when they separated, he kissed Sawamura chastely on the lips.

Shit, he thought. His face was very warm.

driven by a beating heart by velvetcrowbars (T)

Summary:

It was definitely not in Daichi's future plans to fall in love with Kuroo Tetsurou.

Shit happens.

catch and release by evils (E)

Summary:

"Sawamura-kun, don't tell me you're actually a virgin?"

Daichi flushes a deep red and Kuroo's grin turns positively wicked.

winner takes all by dinosar (T)

Summary:

Daichi prides himself on always helping a person in need, which is why he can't really say no when the guy he's been crushing on for almost two years asks if he can crash on his floor for the night.

From how he's acting, it might seem like he hates Kuroo, but it's the complete opposite, really—he actually really likes Kuroo. A lot. In a friend way, yes, but also in a "I really just wanna grab you and kiss you for like five hours straight and maybe touch your butt a little" way. Nothing hateful about that, he's just being dramatic. Probably. But it's normal to be at least a little nervous around your crush, right?

we move like the ocean by thanatopis (E)

Summary:

Transferring to the University of Tokyo had been in Daichi Sawamura's plans, meeting Kuroo Tetsurou had not.

His bottom lip was caught between a perfect pair of straight, white teeth, trying to hide his impish grin and for some strange reason, the man reminded Daichi of a feline. Or more accurately, one of those street-smart, back alley cats that you always heard hissing loudly at night, picking fights with whatever wandered into their territory.

It was a bit like that, Daichi thought.

Wilder Mind by akhikosanada (T)

Summary:

“’Careful, Sawamura. Kuroo's rubbing off on you.’ Daichi thinks back of sharp golden eyes and cunning smirks, of deft lean fingers holding a camera and warmth seeping out of skin at night, of wild hair and wilder mind. ‘I kinda hope he does, actually.’”

A story of love, loss, and finding home.

And flowers bloom in his wake by kythen (G)

Summary:

Magical gifts AU. The first thing Kuroo notices about Sawamura Daichi is that wherever he goes, there are flowers.

If I Could Change Your Mind by tookmade (G)

Summary:

“I’m kind of excited to meet him,” Bokuto says, roughly an hour before Karasuno are scheduled to arrive. “He sounds interesting.”

Kuroo raises an eyebrow at him. “I just told you that there’s not a lot about him that stands out—how is that interesting?”

“You’ve told me a lot about how he apparently doesn’t stand out,” Bokuto replies easily. “You don’t usually talk about someone so much."

(Or, Sawamura Daichi shows up like a breath of fresh air, and Kuroo Tetsurou doesn't stand a chance.)

Haikyuu!! - Hogwarts Drabbles by Ereana (T) *

Summary:

A drabble collection of various Haikyuu pairings set in Hogwarts. Will giving these idiots access to magic help their relationship issues? Probably not.

Kiss, Live With, Push off a Cliff; by tmntransformer (T) *

Summary:

“I’d live with him.” He says slowly, watching surprise flitter across Bokuto’s face before the glee takes over as he continues. “Then I’d kiss him.” He imagines the expression Sawamura would make if he ever did try to kiss him. Equal parts confused and disgusted he thinks, something sinking low inside his stomach at the thought of it. “I’d have to throw myself off the cliff.” He realises. “It would be the only way.”

Seen a Million Faces (but I’ve been waiting for you) by Hyeyu (M)

Summary:

In all his time as a dance instructor, Kuroo has had his fair share of newcomers walk into his classes at Nekoma. But there were dance newbies, and then there was Sawamura Daichi.

(aka the Dance!AU in which Kuroo teaches dance, Sawamura tries his best, and circumstances keep getting in the damn way.)

ain’t even heard the question, but i know i’ll say yes by pepperfield (T) *

Summary:

to super fly ace guy bokuto-sama: (4:40) fuck FUCK bokuto he kissed me what the fuck do i do

from super fly ace guy bokuto-sama (4:42) oh shit provocation master kuroo-kun r u losing at ur own game???

Kuroo doesn't mean for things to go so far when he asks Sawamura out – it was only supposed to be another provocation, another chance to revel in that momentary flash of emotion in Sawamura's eyes, the split second when his defenses weaken enough for Kuroo to really see all of him. But when they go from being 300 kilometers apart to co-existing on the same campus, Kuroo finds himself losing control over their pas de deux.

He's not sure he's even playing a game anymore.

[Or: Kuroo wants to win relationship chicken, Daichi has eternal patience, and everyone else already knows how this dating sim is going to end.]

And there we have it! Hopefully you’ll have a great time reading them and I hope that you enjoy them as much as I still do. Don’t forget to send the respective authors love by sending them comments and kudos! :D

#haikyuu!!#kurodai #kuroo tetsurou #sawamura daichi #haikyuu #haikyuu fic recs

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