#so idk maybe i’ll warm up to it throughout the day but for now i’m not very impressed

[leemeanhoe]

ok i don’t like it very much…………

why did i watch the last four reels before bed i’m fucking VIBRATING with anticipation for the album HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SLEEP NOW jfc

[joocomics]

hey dinna! hope you’ve been doing well 🫶 idk if ur taking HC requests rn, as i’m sure ur busy w kinktober (which i’ve been loving btw!!) so totally understandable if ur not, but if u are… how do u think the heroes would comfort their partner who was going through a difficult time and feeling bad about themselves?

(asking for a friend) ((it’s me i’m the friend. PMS has been getting to me and making All of my insecurities flare up and i even had a work-related nightmare the other day from the stress 🥲 i know the feelings will pass and i’ll be fine but it really sucks rn and i wish i had a pretty boy to hug me and tell me it’s ok 😭))

hi pookie 🫶🏼 i’m sorry to hear you’re going through a tough time and i really hope this post as little as it is brings you some joy! i’m sure you’re strong and you can get through it quicker than you think! make sure to rest well and take care of yourself now more than ever ~ i’m here if you need to distract yourself from everything. also, thank you for reading my kinktober event, means more than you know 🤎

gunil would talk to you about it firsthand because for him it’s important that you know you can always share anything with him; undeniably the conversation would ease the storm inside you. he’s patient, understanding and very good with words; he’d know what to say and how; when to speak and when to leave you to be the one talking while he just listens and caresses your back with affection. the conversation would be comforting, and once it’s over, he’d propose to you to go for a walk in the park so you can get some fresh air. his eyes won’t leave you out of sight throughout the whole day and they’ll radiate love and gentleness. if you’re not in the mood for that, he’d order food and make a cosy space for a movie night

jungsu would cuddle you so much; he’d lock arms around you and keep you warm and safe while leaving soft kisses in your hair. he wouldn’t be big on talking in the specific moment, but when he speaks he’d say exactly what you need to hear and every word would be healing. you’d feel your heart calming its rhythm and healing its wound slowly as he whispers that you’re doing great and that everything will be okay; he’s by your side and he’s always going to be here for you. he’d make sure to spoon you when you go to bed to limit the chances of you having another nightmare, and during the day, he’d be throwing you compliments and little encouraging phrases that would have a big positive impact on your week

jiseok would be slightly perplexed maybe solely because of wanting to help you feel better and being unsure if he’s doing enough. until you show him that his presence alone is already enough for your heart to relax. he’d definitely sneak a few jokes here and there, hoping to make you laugh, as he keeps your head resting on his lap and his hands playing with your hair which is another thing that always makes you feel at ease too. you’d be able to feel the love he has for you as his fingers caress your cheek gently and his eyes look down at you lovingly

seungmin would talk to you about it when you want to talk about it, and when you need to have some alone time, he’d cook for you. he’d make your favorite meal and put on the movie that he knows you keep rewatching because you love it so much. he can easily tell when your mood starts to drop and every gesture of his would radiate support and affection in order to remind you he’s there for you. he’d buy all your favorite snacks, he’d shower together with you, he’d do your hair and take you to the mall so you can laugh together at silly toys and such

junhan would be the best listener; he’d really try to give you not only support and validation but also advice if you need it, for work or your own personal reasons. he’d ask questions and try to help you go through your messy thoughts that would be clouding your mind. after a long conversation he’d want to uplift your spirits and would want to know what you want to do. whatever you’re in the mood for, that’s what he’d be in the mood for too. going out for brunch, chilling at home and listening to music, going to the cinema… you name it. on days like that he’d just want to see you smile again

jooyeon would let you cry on his shoulder for as long as you need. he hates to see you cry, but he knows it’s relieving you from the pressure; if it’s something you feel the need to do in that moment he’d hold you in his arms and caress your back gently while quietly reminding you that it’s okay. he’d kiss your nose then your cheeks until he covers every part of your puffy face with quick soft pecks. he’d make sure you know it’s normal for everyone to have days like this and that you shouldn’t forget that you’re not going through them alone. the crying session would turn into the two of you chatting about some mundane things while cuddling, and then the cuddling would turn into him suddenly playing fight with you out of nowhere (spoiler alert: he’d let you win. not easily, but he’d let you win)

[parkerpeter24]

bloody love . part 1

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

warnings ➳ hanahaki!au, unrequited love, no happy ending, heavy angst, mentions of blood, mentions of vomiting, fluff if you squint really hard, please read at your own discretion.

w.c. ➳ 2k

summary ➳ who said love couldn’t kill?

what is hanahaki!au? “the hanahaki disease is an illness born from unrequited love, where the patient’s lungs will fill up with flowers, they will then proceed to throw, and cough up the petals.”

idk if i really wanted this fic to be tasm!peter or mcu!peter but hey there’s gwen in it, so maybe let’s go with tasm sksksks

part 2 | part 3 | part 4

peter never thought he’d get bitten by a radioactive spider.

he never thought his life would come spiralling down to this. he’d met gwen stacy when he was a sophomore in highschool and now that he felt like he was almost in a place to start a relationship with her, he started to notice how you had distanced yourself from him. he saw you less and less as the days passed by. you were not at the basketball practice, he never saw you during lunch, or in the library, despite it being your favorite place.

it was as if you’d disappeared from the school.

or worse, from his life.

he came to your window after a long night and knocked just for silence from your end but as expected, the window was open, and you were familiar with him barging in at unusual times.

peter entered the room and slid the window to a close. He took off his mask and threw it over to your bed, waiting for you to enter your room any minute but the next thing he noticed was a drop of blood.

and another. and another. a whole trail of tiny droplets of ruby red leading up to your bathroom and peter’s own blood ran cold. once again he was alarmed, thinking of the worst possible scenario as he followed it up to your bathroom.

wrapping his hand around the metal knob, peter turned it as quietly as possible. and it opened up to one of the most horrific scenes he would have probably witnessed throughout his lifetime. you were hunched over the toilet, coughing wildly. there were the same droplets of blood over the toilet seat, a few bloody petals fallen over the purple carpet of your bathroom.

“y/n?” he called out in horror as you breathed out a deep sigh. you had emptied out all contents into the toilet but even with shaky hands you scrambled to grab the petals and throw them in the water before you flushed it all down.

“peter, what uh, what are you doing here?” you said in a quiet voice, going over to the sink.

“y-you had blood, on the floor, on the toilet, o-on your shirt” the brunette pointed out. you could see the look of concern etched onto his face and you looked away as your heart fluttered in your chest. you didn’t need that right now, “what’s happening?”

“it’s nothing. i just want some water.” before you could make any attempt to leave the washroom, peter was on his toes.

“i’ll get it for you! warm water, that’ll help you feel better,” peter said, walking out quickly, “while you should change and get into bed.”

peter never thought he’d be able to muster the courage to talk after he’d seen you like that. you looked in so much pain. he wondered what could it be as he let the water boil for you. he brought you a glass of lukewarm water and pulled your study chair so he could sit beside you.

you were now sitting on your bed, back against the pillows supported by the headboard and sheets pulled up over your leg. you sipped on the water silently, hindering peter’s questions.

“you never answered my question.” you were, however, the first one to break the silence.

“you never answered mine.” peter countered, his voice low, worried. you couldn’t meet his eyes even if you tried because you knew the concern in them would break you.

“you’re wrong. i told you it’s nothing.”

“y/n, i-”

“i’m fine, peter.” you declared before he could even finish his sentence.

“i haven’t seen you in school for a whole week.” the brunette opted for a change of topic when you seemed unwilling to talk about yourself. another wave of silence settled in the room as neither of you knew what to say next, that is, unless peter did, “a-are you sick?” his voice came in as a soft whisper, as if he was afraid to speak.

“i don’t know.” you gulped, breathing almost normally now. peter didn’t know if he was supposed to overlook those blood stains covering your carpet, “it’s complicated.”

peter moved swiftly, sitting down close to the edge of your bed, “make me understand, then. please.” his hand went and placed itself over your knee. your eyes flicked up to catch his, chocolate brown irises swimming in concern.

“peter i-it’s not that easy.” you pleaded, unable to peel your eyes off of his.

your caring best friend didn’t need to know that your little problem had started almost two months back. although you had known peter since sophomore year, you realized you were in love with him when he offered to drop you home after the halloween movie night had ended up being a little too scary. he waited until you were inside the safety of your room and waved him goodbye through your window.

but two months ago, you felt a sting in your chest, it didn’t feel like a big deal but over time, it started getting harder and harder for you to breathe. when you told your mom that you couldn’t breathe, she rushed you to the hospital.

the doctor had said it was a rare condition and the first thing your mom asked was if it was genetic. she told the doctor she’d been through the same thing and later when you asked her what had happened, she told you about how she had found a guy whom she really liked, but when she told him that, the response she found was anything but nice. she suffered for a long time until she finally decided to get surgery.

“but it must’ve still hurt?” you asked her, eyebrows furrowed

“i’d never have to worry about him anymore, because with the flowers gone, all the feelings are gone too.” she told you with a smile, thinking she was helping your case.

“but i- i don’t wanna forget peter.” you said, voice shaky as tears pooled in your eyes.

your mom wiped away the tears that slid down your cheeks before giving you a sad smile, “i’m really sorry, sweetheart. and it’s not that you’ll forget that boy completely. you just won’t feel the same for him.”

“but what about our friendship?”

“you can always re-establish a friendship.” she said, helping you sit up over the almost too tiny bed for dinner.

“it won’t be the same though.”

the next day, the doctor had told you to rest and take some time to figure out if you were ready for a surgery, which led you to this moment.

“i have all the time. i miss you, (y/n/n). please tell me what’s wrong. don’t cut me off, please.” each word out of peter was cutting through the wall you’d tried to build around yourself.

“i’m not cutting you off, peter. i was gonna join school from monday, next week.”

“oh. really?” peter asked, leading you to nod your head in response. he gave you a little smile, though not really convinced, “i was just really worried about you.”

“don’t be.” you returned his smile, “i’ll see you tomorrow?” you asked.

peter found himself getting off your bed, not having anything else to continue this conversation with you. he really wanted to ask you what was the fuss with all the blood but you wouldn’t answer him.

“i’ll see you.” he nodded, starting to walk away, but something stopped him in his tracks, as if he’d forgotten something. he made a swift move back to your side, leaning down and catching you by surprise when his lips met your forehead. the touch seemed to linger a moment before he moved back, just enough to look you in the eyes, “i’m sorry i’ve been a shitty friend. i’ll make it up to you, i promise.”

your entire face was feeling warm with the proximity and all you could do was nod.

peter gave you a smile before rushing off to your window and swinging away from you.

the next day you met peter with a smile, as if nothing was wrong. he returned your smile, wrapping his arms around you.

“it’s awesome to finally have you back!” ned chimed in from behind, causing the brunette to pull away from you, “me and peter were starting to think we’d just have to finish the lego death star without you!”

you chuckled, “there’s no way i would’ve let that happen now is there?”

for a moment everything was starting to feel alright as your two friends helped you catch up on everything that happened for the week you were gone. even flash was acting nice around you for some unknown reason, you thought it was probably because he too– just like peter– thought you were sick.

your happiness was short-lived, though, because as soon as you reached the homeroom, your trio found gwen at the door, “hey, guys!” she smiled and you tried your best to muster half of the one she gave you.

ned pulled you inside, leaving peter with the blonde girl, “come on, let’s let the love birds chat.”

you tried to act normal, ignoring the sting of pain that shot through your chest.

the first few classes weren’t as terrible as you’d imagined. peter had promised you that he would make up to you. you just wanted to look forward to that and not worry about two teenagers, spotting whom could lead you to throw up a garden of blood.

“i’m not gonna lie though, peter kept buying chocolate milkshakes everyday for you, it was driving me crazy.” gwen rolled her eyes sarcastically, making you and your friends laugh. her wonderful nature only made it hard to be mad.

somehow you kept circling back to yourself as the root cause of your situation. you should never have fallen in love with peter parker.

if only you’d never fallen in love with him, you wouldn’t have to suffer the pain everytime peter and gwen’s fingers brushed over the table. you tried to take a deep, shuddered breath, playing with the peas on your plate. your appetite dissolved further as the petals multiplied in your lungs.

after the last bell, you and peter were walking towards the exit when gwen called out his and your name, rushing over to the two of you. peter grinned and asked her what was up. the two of them laughed and talked while you found yourself standing in the corner.

“hey, maybe i should get going.” you suggested to peter, tugging at the straps of your bag.

“oh, no, no, wait just a minute. i will stop hogging him from you, don’t worry.” gwen chuckled, returning her attention to peter.

you just stood there, looking around, not focusing on their conversation really. you stopped listening after you heard gwen invite peter over for dinner over at her place. it was getting harder to breathe but you gulped down the feeling, just wanting to reach home and empty your lungs.

the chain of thoughts was disrupted when your eyes caught another sight of your two friends. gwen leaned up, placing a gentle kiss on peter’s cheek and air got stuck in your lungs, it suddenly became very hard to breathe. your throat filled up as you coughed, feeling that familiar coppery taste on your tongue.

“hey, y/n, you okay?” you heard peter ask but it was too late, blood was everywhere, in your mouth, thrumming through your ears.

uh oh.

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[pillowsickfics]

Ok hiiiiiiii!! I saw your new OCs and I have a request? Only if you want to ofc

Maybe a fic with Laurie having just an upset stomach for no apparent reason and being really off/out of it but thinking he has to power through (maybe bc of him always being in the caretaker role) and then one of the guys (idk who) on the Hockey team taking over a caretaker role? Like platonic cuddles and warm feels AHHHHH!

Ok ofc only do this if you want, just a thought bc I adore your writing!!!

anon! hi!! thank you so much! this means so much to me and this prompt was so lovely, i sorta gave him a reason for being sick so i hope you don’t mind too much! i haven’t written for laurie yet and i love it!

i also combined this prompt with a suggestion in @bellysoupset’s tags in which Laurie catches Maverick’s bug from this fic. hope you both enjoy!

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In hindsight, it should have been obvious that Laurie would end up in this situation. But when it came to caring for others, critical thinking was not his strong suit.

“I’m home Mav! I brought some stuff for you!” He called out from where he was fumbling with several plastic bags at the front door of his and Mavericks shared apartment.

He wrestled his way in and shut the door with his hip, setting everything on the kitchen counter. He let out a long sigh and rubbed at his face.

Laurie had spent the better part of the weekend taking care of his best friend when he came down with an awful stomach bug, and the sleepless nights were clearly starting to get to him, because he found a persistent ache all throughout his body that definitely wasn’t there before. On top of that, he felt weirdly dizzy from the simple effort of carrying groceries in. His world felt a little unsteady, and he’d even venture to call it slight nausea. He simply chalked it up to having seen more vomit than he would have liked to the past few days.

There was a creak of the door and Maverick emerged from his bedroom, clad in only blue boxers and old t-shirt that would have been oversized on anyone who was 6’3 and built. He yawned and lazily scratched at his belly as he walked into the kitchen. To Laurie’s delight, the pallor from the constant vomiting seemed to have subsided, as well as the unnatural flush from the fever.

“Hey dude. You feeling any better? I brought you some soup from Whole Foods and a grilled cheese, if you can stomach it,” Laurie said, taking care to unload the groceries from their plastic bags.

Maverick gave a nod to Laurie’s question and had a seat at the table. “Thanks Laurie.. dude, you’re awesome, you know that?” Maverick smiled at Laurie and rested his head on his hand.

Laurie rolled his eyes lightheartedly at the display of affection and tossed the grilled cheese towards Maverick, who caught it with ease.

“I think I’ll take it easy for the rest of today, but get back to classes tomorrow.. I can finally keep stuff down,” Maverick continued. He tentatively unwrapped the grilled cheese, and when the smell wafted to his nose, he found that he was actually starving. He began digging into the sandwich with a vigor that had been missing the whole weekend.

Laurie felt like he could breathe again. It was awful to see someone you care about so miserable, but now that Maverick was on the mend, he felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“Alright, while you do that, I can do your laundry for you.. It’ll be nice to have fresh clothes for tomorrow, yeah?” Laurie said, putting the rest of the groceries in the fridge.

“Really?? Aww man.. you don’t have to do that..” Maverick said around a mouthful of food. He paused to swallow. “If you’re already doing laundry, do you think you could also throw my sheets in there? I must have sweat the fever out last night and uh.. yeah. Kinda gross.”

Laurie laughed and grimaced, but it was far from the grossest thing he’d experienced while living with all his siblings. In a way, caring for Maverick put him right back in his childhood home, in that sense.

“Yeah, I got it,” He replied before heading into Maverick’s bedroom.

The room still smelled vaguely like vomit since that was all Maverick had been doing in it lately. The smell of it made Laurie suddenly queasy again, which was unusual since he was pretty much desensitized to all that stuff.

He breathed through his mouth as he collected Mavericks strewn-about clothes and tossed them into the hamper. Then, he made his way to Maverick’s bed to deal with the sheets. True to word, they were slightly damp and smelled.. lived in.

He pulled them off the mattress and tossed them in the hamper as well. He grabbed the hamper and brought it to the tiny laundry room in the hallway, really more of a closet than anything.

From the doorway, he could see that Maverick had apparently finished his meal and was now sprawled on the couch, absentmindedly browsing various streaming services. He seemed to be content, finally. Again, Laurie felt a surge of warmth seeing his friend back to normal.

He began loading the washer with the laundry, but found that bending over irritated his stomach because it suddenly jumped to his throat. He felt an odd cramp surge through him. He stood up and paused, lightly cradling his belly.

That was weird. Why did he feel so weird? He paused for a few more seconds before finishing loading the washer and adding in the detergent.

His stomach still felt all stirred up, and he groaned miserably. Food. He hadn’t eaten yet. That had to be it. He was just nauseous from hunger.

He left the washer to run, and padded into the kitchen, rummaging through cupboards to see what he could eat. He absolutely refused to eat Maverick’s soup, since he bought that specifically for him. Maverick was on the mend, but that didn’t mean 100% better.

Instead, Laurie microwaved some mac ‘n cheese, and sat on the couch with Maverick, who had fallen asleep watching The Empire Strikes Back.

The food in front of him didn’t look particularly appetizing, despite his insistence on the fact that he was just hungry.

He took small, hesitant bites while watching Luke Skywalker getting trained by Yoda, but each bite sat heavy in his belly. He tried to focus on the movie a little more, but the movement on screen just made his head spin. Perhaps the food had been a mistake. Instead of feeling better like he was sure he would, he felt worse and worse.

Not wanting to waste the food anyways, he forced himself to finish before shoving the bowl on the coffee table and wrapping a protective arm around his middle. The nausea had increased ten-fold and at this point, his belly was audibly gurgling.

It finally occurred to him that maybe he caught whatever bug Maverick had brought home, and the thought deeply unsettled him. He didn’t want Maverick to feel like he had to care for him, he could care for himself. He didn’t want to bother Maverick with this when he was finally getting some rest, especially if Maverick was planning on returning to classes. No, Laurie would have to handle this himself.

His stomach lurched threateningly, and a burp fought it’s way up. He muffled it with the back of his hand and softly whimpered. He felt horrible. His world was spinning on its axis and the food he had eaten was violently churning.

His mouth filled with thick saliva and his jaw felt imperceptibly heavy, He realized that this was a warning. Unfortunately, the warning came a little bit too late because as he was trying to get up to get himself to the bathroom, his shoulders hitched forward and he retched up a thin stream of watery vomit.

He didn’t even have a chance to take a breath before he heaved, bringing up his barely digested lunch all over the front of his shirt and the floor. Before he could muffle it, a guttural burp forced its way out, but it morphed into another retch that brought up more thick vomit. He felt his body start to sway as a stray tear dropped down his cheek.

“Laurie…?” Maverick sleepily mumbled from his spot on the couch. He sat up and once he processed what the fuck was going on, he shot up. “Shit, Laurie!”

Laurie wanted to respond. He wanted to say “I’m fine, just go back to sleep.” But he couldn’t. He felt humiliated. He wanted to be stronger than this, he didn’t want the only other sick person in the house to have to be the one to deal with this.

Laurie pitched forward with another violent retch that brought up a torrent of sick, this time splattering on his jeans. His entire body was shaking. His vision was swirling. Everything hurt. God, why did he have to catch this bug now. He felt himself start to fall forward, his body apparently having given out from pure exertion.

A strong hand caught his shoulder.

“Easy.. easy buddy.. oh Laurie.. it’s alright, just breathe..” Maverick said softly, helping Laurie sit up a bit more. He began to rub gentle circles into his back and frowned when he felt the sickly heat radiating off of him.

“You’re burning up.. oh man.. did I give this to you? I’m sorry Laurie..”

Laurie shook his head. “Not your fault,” he choked out, burping into his fist. The nausea was persistent, and his belly ached terribly but he felt done for the time being. He wasn’t even sure he had anything left to throw up. Now, he had to do damage control. Maverick shouldn’t be dealing with this. “I’m—” Hic. “I’m fine.. don’t worry about it..”

“Respectfully, this is not fine. You’re sick, you’re miserable. Let someone lighten the load. Isn’t that what you told me?” Maverick said, maneuvering himself so he could meet Laurie’s eye. He cupped a gentle hand over the redhead’s cheek, both as a comforting gesture, but also to gage the fever. “Cmon.. Let me help you.. you spent so much time taking care of me this weekend, I want to do this. You’re my best friend Laurie.”

Laurie was as surprised as Maverick was when he felt hot tears begin to fill his eyes and spill over on his warm cheeks. He’d never felt care like this before. He was never the one to receive it, at least. He suddenly felt all warm inside, and it had nothing to do with his raging fever. Laurie simply nodded, not letting himself speak for fear that he would get choked up. Pesky fever, making him all emotional. He finally understood what Maverick had meant at the hockey rink that day. It had to be the fever.

“Alright then. Nurse Miller mode. I’m gonna run you a hot bath, and when you’re in there I’ll clean all this up. I don’t want you to worry about it. Just focus on getting out of those clothes, okay?”

Laurie nodded, for once not having it in him to put up much of a fight. As Maverick left, he got to work on himself. A bath did sound nice. Besides the obvious mess that was all down his front, he felt pretty grimy in general. His fiery hair was moussed and damp with sweat. The smell of sick clung to his nostrils and it made him even more nauseous, despite having nothing left to throw up. Yeah, a warm bath sounded heavenly.

He carefully peeled off his t-shirt, taking care not to get any of the vomit back on him. He repeated the action with his jeans until he was clad in only his boxers. He felt suddenly very chilled, and began shivering where he was standing stiffly in the living room. He could also see now exactly how bloated he really was. His upset belly stretched slightly against his boxers, and gurgled ominously. He wrapped his arms around it as he waited for Maverick to come back out.

“Alright, the baths ready whenever you are. I’ll set out some clean clothes too.. I’m sorry you’re so sick dude.. It’s uh.. not gonna be fun..”

Laurie snorted. “I figured that much..” He lifted his eyes to meet the taller man’s. “And uh.. Mav? Thanks… really. This all uh.. it all means a lot..”

Maverick rolled his eyes playfully and lightly shoved Laurie in the direction of the bathroom. “I’m supposed to be the sentimental one! Go take your bath!”

Laurie laughed again, and shut the bathroom door behind him.

He made quick work of washing himself, then scrubbing at the sweat and grease in his hair and applying his usual products. He spent a few extra moments basking in the warm water, letting it sooth his cramps, before draining the tub and wrapping a towel around his hips.

He shuffled into his room and saw that, neatly folded on his bed, was his favorite pair of pajama bottoms and a loose t-shirt. After putting on his favorite printed socks and another pair of boxers, he shrugged both items on and let out a sigh of relief. The pajamas were much less stiff and tight on his bloated belly, and the material was like heaven on his fevered skin. He felt more alive than he had in the past two hours.

After roughly towel-drying his hair, he made his way to the living room once again, where he saw Maverick wiping up the last of the mess on the floor.

“Sorry about that by the way..” Laurie sheepishly murmured, taking a seat on the couch.

“Nah, it’s fine. It was gross, but I’ve dealt with worse.” Maverick said, tossing the paper towels and washing his hands. He also took a seat on the couch, scooting closer to Laurie, offering him a water bottle and two pills. “Think you can stomach it? You’re probably dehydrated as hell. Plus, you’ll feel better after taking some fever reducers..”

Laurie’s stomach roiled as if in reply, and he grimaced. As much as he didn’t want to, he knew it would help, so he popped the pills in his mouth and knocked them back with as little water as possibly. He sat as still as possibly, letting the following waves of nausea wash over him before his stomach finally settled a bit.

Maverick sighed contendedly, and placed the bottle on the coffee table. “Alright.. let’s get some rest dude..”

Laurie hummed in response, and sank further in the cushions. He was finally warm and comfortable and he relished in it. He watched absentmindedly as Maverick resumed The Empire Strikes Back. Some time between Han Solo being help captive in Cloud City and Luke Skywalker’s duel with Darth Vader, Laurie stopped listening because he suddenly found it impossible to keep his heavy eyelids open. He let his head rest on the large, warm shoulder of his best friend. For a moment, despite the persistent ache in his belly and fever headache was suffering from, all was right in the world. All because he had a friend who truly cared about him.

[porchlightfairy]

plsss something about sinclair!reader having a massive crush on eddie, but scared to tell him cause she’s literally the opposite of chrissy and the majority of the girls at their HS….idk maybe lucas accidentally saying something and reader avoids him??? don’t be shy to add a lot of angst hehe thnx xo

It all went wrong in a night

a/n: this ended up being longer than i expected. i hope you enjoy!

eddie munson x sinclair!reader

warnings: panic attack, chrissy being one-dimensional, ANGST, crying, Lucas unintentionally being mean, bullying

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You were jealous of your younger brother, Lucas. He was able to maintain having two friend groups while throughout high school you weren’t able to keep a single friend. Not that you weren’t impressionable or anything, you just had a tendency to grow apart. They had their interest and you didn’t like their interests. So you would keep to yourself for the most part. You were considered weird now, you never went to parties nor did you interact with the popular kids.  You were socially awkward and had a hard time talking with your peers.  

Since you didn’t have a friend group you would typically sit with the other outcasts in the Hellfire Club with your brother. You had never done it before but your brother helped you warm up to them. You wouldn’t consider them your friends though. They were your brother’s, you were just his older sister that wanted to tag along. The only one that would truly interact with you was Eddie Munson, the club president, and dungeon master.

Sometimes, he would ask what you were reading or what you had in your sack lunch. If there was nothing to talk about within the club, he would talk to you instead. He was very nice to you. One of the few boys to do that with you. And because of that you couldn’t help but have some feelings for him.

But of course, you weren’t the only girl he was nice to. There was Chrissy Cunningham the popular cheerleader and freshly on the market. After a very messy break-up with her long-term high school sweetheart, Jason, you heard her talking on and on about how nice Eddie was to her. He was her shoulder to cry on for weeks. It was hard for her not to fall for him. And there were clear signs of him reciprocating. Not that you ever saw that but she was convinced. You heard her babble to her cheerleader friends about it.

You were jealous of Chrissy too. She had the friends, the smile, the talent, and the skill. Things you didn’t have. If Eddie were to choose between the two of you, you had no shot of winning. 

You sat in a stall and waited for the gaggle of cheerleaders to leave to practice. It was Friday, which meant it was hellfire club for Lucas but his coach had told him during the day to be sure to be at practice. So he could be at either. You would pick him after whichever ever so you had to make sure you knew which direction he would be coming from. You decide to check on the Hellfire Club first to see if he was there. You knock on the door and wait for a few moments.

The door swiftly opens, “Sinclair nice of you to finally join us…” Eddie booms making you jump backward, “Oh sorry, wrong Sinclair. Sister Sinclair, to what do we owe the pleasure of your presence.” He smiles.

“Oh, um, I was just looking for Lucas, but if he’s not here I’ll look somewhere else.” You spin on your heels.

“Brother Sinclair didn’t show up but hey since you’re here maybe you could help us. The party is down a player and could really use some help.”

“From me?” You laugh nervously, “But I don’t really know how to play dungeons and dragons. Lucas tried once and he never wanted to again. I’m not that teachable.”

“Well, I’m sure with all of us there you could learn something. I’m a pretty good teacher.” He holds out his hand to you, “C’mon, I promise it’s not that scary. No matter what the guys tell you.”

You can’t help but smile. You take his hand gently and he pulls you into the theater room. Through the room and to the main stage was a large table set up in the darkness. You see all the members at the table, the only spot left open was the one right next to Eddie. As you take your seat, Eddie begins his monologue. “Welcome adventurers, we will be resuming our journey to the world’s end. Along the way you meet a traveler.” Eddie points to you, “And they have agreed to accompany you on this adventure.”

You swallow hard when a blank character sheet is placed in front of you with a pencil. You stare at it wide-eyed. Eddie leans over and explains to you every bit on the page. Jesus, there was so much happening on a single page. You had to roll dice skills?! Why not just pick random numbers? Why do you need slots for magic? Why not cast it all the time? You know magic, did you suddenly forget?

The questions would continue to fill your mind as you filled out the sheet. The session was tough for everyone, you were sure of it. The combat was very stop-and-go, every time it was your turn. You would apologize profusely before asking for help yet again. You were flustered with everyone staring. You felt terrible when it was over. You swore you heard a collective sigh of relief. Everyone then leaves the school, heading home for the night.

“Hey, no worries. You did good for your first session.” Eddie slings an arm over your shoulder. Your heart squeezes at the motion.

“Thanks. I probably couldn’t have done much without your help.” You say, “But I probably won’t play again.”

Eddie clicks his tongue, “That’s too bad. I’ll keep your character sheet though. Just in case.”

“Yeah, just in case you need to start a fire.” You mumble. Eddie lets out a hearty laugh, you didn’t think you said it that loud. You feel yourself begin to get flustered. The air in the parking lot cools down your face. As the Hellfire Club leaves the theater, the basketball team leaves the gym. You see Lucas coming out of the doors, “I should meet up with Lucas, I’ll see you around Eddie. Thank you for letting me play.”

“Anytime, Sister Sinclair. The offer still stands, you can join us whenever.” He bows and spins on his heels and walks over to his van.

You skip over to Lucas, “Hey kiddo, how was practice, you didn’t tell me which you were going to. I had to look for you.”

“You were with the Hellfire Club all night? I’m surprised.” He says.

“Yeah, Eddie roped me into playing.” You giggle but stop when you see the look on his face, “But it was whatever.”

“Right.” He smiles, “For a secret crush, you have a hard time keeping it one.”

“Whatever man, get in the car,” You unlock the door and jump in the car.

“Did the guys say anything about me being missing?” Lucas asks.

“A little, I think they were bummed you didn’t say you weren’t coming.” You say as you start the car.

“Oh, another thing, could you drive me to Chrissy’s place tomorrow night?”

“Chrissy’s? What for?” You furrow your brows as you pull to a stop sign.

“Her parents are out of town so she’s hosting a party. Is it cool if I go?”

“Don’t ask me, I ain’tcha mamma” You shrug, “But if she says yes, then I will take you.”

“Think you’d want to stay too?”

“Why would you want me to stay?”

Lucas shrugs, “I’ve never seen you go to a party before, maybe you should try it.”

Sometimes you liked when your brother looked out for you. However, there were times you wished he didn’t. Nothing made you more self-conscious than you realizing as a senior in high school, you didn’t do much in high school. No parties, no smoking, no drinking, no relationships, nothing.

You smile, “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind but for now, I don’t think so.” You flex your hands on the wheel, “Parties are very crowded places.” 

“But you are considering.”

“Emphasis on considering. I don’t know yet.”

When you head to bed, all you can think about is the party. And Eddie. Would he go? He has said he never really liked parties but it was Chrissy’s party. So maybe he would go. Then maybe you would go. It felt stupid to go to a party for a boy. A boy who might not even be there. You let out a sigh, you’ll just drop Lucas off.

The next night, You pull up to Chrissy’s large house. Lucas looks over at you for a moment, “Are you coming in?” You shake your head. He nods in understanding, seeing how you were sitting straight and you had a tight grip on the steering wheel. “Okay, I’ll find a ride back home.” he exits the car and heads inside. You watch him go before pulling the car out of park and roll away.

Just as you do, you see a dark figure jump in front of the car. You slam on the brakes quickly as the person turns to you, it was Eddie. “Woah, sorry my bad, thought you were parking.” He comes over to the window, “Sister Sinclair, what a pleasant surprise. What are you doing here?”

“I’m just dropping off Lucas…” You stammer, your grip on the wheel grows tighter. “What about you?”

“Chrissy invited me… I tried to bring the club but that was a no-go. So I’m kinda alone out here.” He sighs, “Unless you want to come inside with me.”

You let out a nervous giggle before covering your mouth. You compose yourself, “Sure.” You put the car back in park and lock it up before following Eddie inside. The house was full to the brim with folks from your school, hell, there were some from across the county here. Eddie wades through the crowd and you stumble your way after him following him to the kitchen. 

Eddie picks up a bottle of liquor and pours you a cup and then one for himself. You take the cup from his hands and take a sip. You make a sour face before smiling causing Eddie to laugh nearly spilling what was in his mouth. “You’ve never had alcohol before.”

You were embarrassed to say no. “Only a little of what cocktail my dad would mix.”

“Oh, okay, so this is a little below your taste.” He chuckles. You roll your eyes and continue to drink. Eddie leans against the counter next to you. He looks like he wants to say something but before he can, Chrissy appears, wrapping her arms around him.

“Eddie! You made it. I am so glad you’re here.” She squeals.

“Yeah, no problem. Sister Sinclair is here too.” He points. She only glances at you for a moment before continuing to talk to Eddie. Chrissy was nice but she was not your friend. You had never had a real conversation with her. You don’t think you’ve ever had a genuine conversation with her. Not that you would want to. She just talked about Eddie every time she was in the bathroom with her friends.

While they are distracted, you slip out of the kitchen and sit outside in the large backyard. You see Lucas walking with his friends and you wave. He walks over to you with a big smile, “You’re here! At a party!”

“Yeah yeah, I thought it would be fun.” You shrug.

“What convinced you? Is Eddie here?”

“He didn’t convince me.”

“But he is here though, right?”

You don’t say a word. Which answers his question. “You should tell him, y’know”

“Lucas, you’re supposed to be on my side!”

“I am! What a better opportunity than now!” Lucas exclaims, “You do it or I will.”

“Are you threatening me?!” You elbow him jokingly, “Whatever, man. Your friends are calling you, go back inside… Dork.” You shoo him away and you finish off your drink. You would go back inside for another but you didn’t want to risk the chance of bumping into Eddie and Chrissy in there. They were probably making out on the kitchen counter, or they probably moved upstairs to her bedroom. You grimace at the thought.

“Sister Sinclair” You are startled by the whisper in your ear. While you were thinking those terrible thoughts, Eddie had snuck up on you. “I was looking all over for you.”

“You were?” Your heart flutters at the statement.

“Well, I invited you for a reason.” He says.

You tilt your head, “Oh yeah, what is the reason?”

“Hm, you’re probably the only other person here I don’t find insufferable. Other than myself of course. And I really like talking to you. You don’t seem to have ulterior motives for being around me. Free weed or guitar lessons. And you don’t see me as someone to just make your parents upset. You treat me human.” He looks out into the night sky. “I don’t know how to describe it but you get it right.” 

Of course you did. You felt the same way with him. You weren’t just Lucas Sinclair’s sister to him. You weren’t just the girl that sat in the back of the class. You felt like you had become his friend on your own. And that’s all you ever were going to be. Just his friend.

Eddie looks over at you and smiles, “You’re thinking.”

You snap out of your daze, “Hm? Oh, nothing. I’m just glad you think that way. I also consider you a good friend. I’ve always had a hard time making some. I really appreciate you.” You felt your heart sink into your stomach like a stone. You swallow dryly and clear your throat. “I’m glad to be your friend, Eddie.”

“I’m glad to be yours too, Sister Sinclair. But you know I—”

“Eddie! Come inside, a few of us are gonna play spin the bottle.” Once again, Chrissy swings in with her sweet pout to convince him to leave.

“Uh, I don’t really want to play.” He mumbles.

“Oh well then maybe we could play truth or dare.” She pulls him back inside. Eddie looks at you apologetically before disappearing back into the house.

You sigh before going in yourself. The party was starting to drain you. The loud music and the crowd of people were starting to overwhelm you and the buzz of the alcohol in your system was waning. You decide to look for Lucas and let him know that you were leaving. You didn’t want him to worry about you vanishing into the night without letting him know.

You wander around for a few minutes and you can’t seem to find him. You ask around and people tell you that he went upstairs with a few others. You sigh, as you think about him up there playing that stupid game. You head up the stairs and look for Chrissy’s room. As you look around you hear giggling coming from one of the rooms. That must be it.

You were about to knock on the door when you heard someone call Lucas’ name. “Lucas, Truth or Dare.” The boy clicks his tongue, “Hm, Truth”

Everyone boos him until the person who spoke before says, “Tell us more about your sister. She seems so mysterious.”

“Yeah, I saw her in the backyard, I had no idea she knew anybody at the party.”

“Oh, she’s really cool. She likes reading, she has a bunch of books in her room about like history and plants—” Lucas is booed yet again by the people in the room.

“Tell us the juicy stuff.”

“Yeah, tell us a secret.”

Lucas looks around nervously. You stare in horror through the crack in the door as you see his eyes move to Eddie. “Well, I know she’s got a crush on somebody.” No! Lucas, no! You wanted to shout but you were frozen in fear. You continue to watch.

“Well spill Lucas, who is it?”

“It’s somebody in this room,” Lucas says, the room goes quiet. Everyone looks around trying to find out.

“Oh, I think I know.” Chrissy giggles, “It’s Eddie. Every time I saw you guys together she was totally ogling you.”

“Yeah Eddie, like her back?” Someone laughs.

“Yeah, no offense, but she always looks so sad.” Chrissy pretends to pout, “Kind of a buzzkill at the party.”

“She can’t seem to do anything without being around you, Lucas. Are you sure she is the older one?” They laugh again.

Tears well up in your eyes as you listen to them laugh at you. You hope that someone will defend you. Lucas, Eddie, anybody. Your ears begin to ring and the world becomes muffled. Your ears were burning hot and felt shortness of breath. The tears blur your vision as you back away from the door. The walls were closing in on you and you started to get lightheaded. You walk towards the stairs and bump into a table, and knock over a vase, shattering it on the hardwood. 

More eyes are on you as they hear the commotion. Everyone in Chrissy’s room comes out. Lucas steps forward to help you but you step away quickly running down the stairs. He follows after you. Eddie tries to follow as well but Chrissy grabs his arm, full of tears about the broken vase.

You reach the car outside and your ears hurt when the cool air touches them. Tears stream down your face, and you could barely breathe. You never thought your kind and caring younger brother would hurt you like that. Let them say those things about you.

He comes from behind you, shouting for you to stop, “Just wait a second.”

You turn around slowly and look at him, “How could you let them say those things about me! Your sister, Lucas. I have done nothing to deserve that and for you to hide in a room and tell my business. And you let them make fun of me. Am I really that helpless?! I’m sorry that I am so pathetic. I’m sorry your friends feel bad for you. I’m sorry, Lucas.” You wipe your face and unlock the car getting in, “You can find your own way home.” The car squeals down the road leaving Lucas in the dust.

The next school day, you were silent. You dropped Lucas and Erica off at school without a word. Lucas attempted to talk to you over the weekend but you had paid Erica fifty bucks to keep him away from you when you were home. At school, you kept your head down and avoided those at the party and the Hellfire Club. During lunch, you didn’t sit with them, and instead, you opted to sit outside and eat. However, you would regret this decision as you see Eddie approaching you coming from the woods.

“Sister Sinclair,” He smiles, “Good to see you’re okay after the party.” You don’t utter a word. You don’t even look at him as you continue to eat. Eddie’s mouth runs dry, “I’m sorry for what happened. They were jerks to you for no reason. And about the whole crush thing, I just wanted to say—”

You quickly pack up your lunch and leave. You didn’t want to hear him say another word. You didn’t want to feel like crumpling into a ball on the floor. You didn’t want him to see you cry for a second time.

After school, you still had your sisterly responsibilities of taking your brother home from his extracurriculars. Whichever one he chose for the day. It’s evening now and the clubs are over. To your surprise, Lucas had come out of the theater with the Hellfire Club.

Not a word is exchanged between the two of you as he enters the car. The car ride is silent until you hit the first stop sign. “I’m sorry for what I did at the party. I shouldn’t have told Eddie that you liked him. And I shouldn’t have let them bully you like that. I thought I was doing something right and instead I hurt you. I was being a total dick.”

“Yeah, you were.” You say.

“I don’t expect I will be forgiven.”

“You are.” You say, “You’re a stupid teenage boy. You’re gonna make a lot of mistakes. You were doing it out of the kindness of your heart. Just remember who your true friends are. You can’t assume everyone has an open heart like you do. That’s why I love you. I will always love you. And I forgive you.”

“I sent you into a panic attack. That doesn’t sound like kindness.” Lucas mutters.

“In hindsight, it wasn’t but I was already overwhelmed.” You wave it off. You didn’t want him to worry about the thought anymore. The moment came and passed and you were over it. Somewhat. There was still the Eddie part of the situation.

The next few days you still avoid the Hellfire table. You notice that Chrissy spoke less and less about Eddie during her bathroom breaks. She wasn’t clinging to his arm anymore or begging for his attention. 

After school, you wait in the parking lot for your brother when all of a sudden Lucas throws the door open. “We need your help.” His tone throws you into a panic as you follow after him. You come in half expecting someone on the floor dying. “We need your help fighting a gang of trolls.”

The others look at you with pleading eyes. You furrow your brows in confusion as if they weren’t dreading the time that you were playing last. “Are you sure it’s me you want?” They configure around you and nod. 

“Eddie has been very aggro this last game. He is usually more deadly when something is upsetting him.”

“Okay, what does that have to do with me?” You furrow your brows.

“Last time he wasn’t like this was when you played. So if you play again…”

“Will he be gentler?”

They all nod. You sigh and fold your arms, “Fine but I’m doing it for you guys.” The guys cheer and reconvene back at the table. The only seat that remains was the one next to Eddie. As you sit down, Eddie gives you a small smile.

“Welcome back, traveler.” He hands you your character sheet. He really did hold on to it for you.

You take it gently, “Thank you.” You look down at it nervously.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you.” He gives you a wink before continuing his monologue and starting combat. You get put in the initiative order and you try to figure out what to do for each of your turns. This time around you got the hang of what to do, sparingly asking Eddie for help. One by one the trolls are defeated and the session ends. Everyone heads to the door and as you stand up to follow, Eddie taps your shoulder, “Have a second to talk?”

You look over at Lucas and toss him the keys, “I’ll be out in a minute.” He nods and heads out with his friends leaving just you and Eddie in the room. He moves around the table collecting figurines and folding up the map.

“So, about the party I—”

“I accept your apology.” You say, “I mean there isn’t anything for you to apologize for you didn’t say anything mean about me. And the whole crush thing, it’s no big deal. If you don’t like me that’s fine. I kind of don’t expect you to. Like you said, we are friends. That’s all we are. I’ll get over it eventually, so you don’t have to feel bad for me or anything like that.” You let out a long needed breath.

Eddie blinks a few times before laughing a little, “Sorry I don’t mean to laugh but what makes you think I wouldn’t like you back?”

You smile nervously, “Well, first of all, Chrissy—”

“Chrissy is like a little sister to me. She’s very nice but I never saw her the same way she did me. I just found it hard to hurt her feelings after her break up.” He sighs, “But because I was sparing her feelings, I was hurting yours.” He’s nervous as he speaks. He twists the rings around his fingers and he’s shuffling his feet, looking down at the floor. “I like you a lot, and I would love to take you out sometime. On a date, somewhere nice and quiet, away from people and we could be our normal selves there.”

“Really?” You can’t help but feel giddy inside, you bounce on the balls of your feet, “I would like that a lot.”

He steps closer and takes your hand, “This weekend then?”

You squeeze his hand gently, “Yes.”

He is getting closer now, “I’ll pick you up from your house.” He places his other hand on your waist.

“Uh-huh.” Your voice goes quiet, feel yourself moving closer.

His eyes move from your eyes to your lips, “We go have dinner, and then go watch a movie.”

“Y-yeah.” Your breath hitches as your lips meet with his. When you pull away, his eyes are slow to open after yours. He smiles down at you. “So, Saturday?”

“Saturday sounds nice.” He then escorts you out of the school to the parking lot, hand in hand.

[glowingbadger]

The Sylvain and Dimitri arranged marriage stuff made me think of a claude version of it. Maybe an AU where Claude never came to fodlan and reader has to marry the prince/king of Almyra to improve countries relationships. Anyway seriously love your stuff thank you so much for the content!!

Oh hoo Anon, this is a wonderful take on the concept. Let's see what I can whip up for us~

((side note I feel like we never learn whether Almyra speaks a different language from Fodlan?? But being multi-lingual is sexy so idgaf))

((And also I used Bengali for Almyran because I have Bengali family and the language is so beautiful even though the english alphabet phonetic spellings are weird af))

Claude x Reader - Arranged Marriage

NSFW 18+ (like only towards the end tho idk)

Overall, you do what you can to stay out of the way. You'd been sent to Almyra as a symbol- a token, more than anything else. Now that you were in King Khalid's possession, very few throughout the castle paid you any particular mind. You were provided for, of course. Anything you cared to ask for was given. But you didn't speak a word of the Almyran language, and those who bothered to use what they knew of Fodlan's to communicate with you seemed to view you as a pet to be kept safe and healthy, and little else.

By week's end, there was to be a lavish banquet in honor of your union with the King- though of course, your input on the proceedings is entirely unwanted. In some ways, Almyra is quite similar to Fodlan. Court life is much the same. As you wander through the royal gardens, wondering at a range of colorful and exotic flowers you'd never heard of, let alone seen, a voice speaks smoothly behind you.

"Did you know you can actually eat the petals of this particular flower? They're very sweet."

You whirl around and nearly bump into King Khalid. You're about to stammer out an apology, but he reaches out and plucks a single white petal and holds it before your lips.

"Go on, I think you'll like it."

Whatever possesses you to eat a flower petal from this man's hand is something you'd rather leave unexamined for the time being- but he is right about the flavor. It's sweet, but not overly so, and quite pleasant.

"Hm! Yeah, it's nice," you say, then glance up at him as another thought occurs to you that you'd considered once or twice before, "You speak the language of Fodlan very well, my Lord."

"I'm flattered," he says with a disarmingly handsome smile, "and please, just Khalid. I don't think I could bear to have my own wife stand on such formality with me."

He says it so naturally, as if you'd been planning this union for years. Though, once again, he's right. This is only perhaps the dozenth time you've exchanged words, but you are wed, and you ought to get used to addressing him as your husband.

"Khalid..." you say tentatively, "Did- did you need something from me? I hope I wasn't too much trouble to find."

"Not when you find such pleasant places to hide," he replies, still wearing that easy smile, "but to be honest, I was actually hoping you'd accompany me for the day. I can finally afford to take a bit of time away from the castle, and I think you and I both would appreciate some space to breathe. What do you say?"

Correct once again. You nod, and take the arm he offers you. As he leads you out from the gardens, he points out a few more plants native to your new homeland. They're incredibly varied, each more strange and vibrant than the last. All the while, he's somehow made you feel as though you're chatting with an old friend. You leave the gardens and wander towards the area you vaguely recall to be designated for horse stables and wyvern stalls.

From there, a few things happen in sequence. Khalid asks if you're afraid of flying. He asks if you trust him to hold on to you. He helps you up onto the saddle that seems impossibly high up on its own right, and then, you're propelled into the air with a force your body has never felt before. You tense and shrink back against his chest, clinging to whatever part of the saddle you can find purchase on for dear life. Up here, it's difficult to pick up, but you feel your husband laugh behind you, then his strong arm wrap around your waist.

"Relax, I won't let anything happen to you," he says against your ear, his voice sure and steady, "I've got you."

And it takes a few miles of flying and a lot of Khalid distracting you by pointing out different buildings and shops along the streets below, but eventually, you do manage to relax- at least a little.

The castle town is positively buzzing with activity. Even from your distance in the sky above, you can see clusters of people moving around each other like fish up stream, and even hear the faint echoes of a merchant advertising goods.

"It doesn't seem at all like the Almyra we're taught about in Fodlan."

"Oh, it is," Khalid assures you with a bemused chuckle, "But it's also much more. I imagine it's the same for your people. There's a lot we can learn from one another, I think."

By the time the sun is high in the sky, you've passed the most densely settled part of town and are gliding over farmland and the occasional pocket of forest and rivers that split and cross through the earth like veins. Though, the warmer climate of Almyra will still take some getting used to, and it seems your husband considers this.

"Let's land for a bit and find some shade,"

You nod, and he directs his wyvern to begin a slow descent.

The King had thought of everything for this little day-trip, it seemed. Having evidently packed everything you'd need in the saddlebags on his steed, you now recline beside him on a plush blanket in a clearing amidst the trees. A small brook bubbles down from stone to stone in small waterfalls beside you, and the air feels positively alive with birdsong and rustling leaves, all foreign to you and all part of your new home. And so is he, you think as you glance over at the handsome figure of your husband beside you.

You'd been sitting in a comfortable quiet, munching on a couple of very dense pastries which Khalid had told you incorporated an extract of the flower you'd sampled earlier. He gives a satisfied sigh as he finishes his first and lies back on the blanket, taking in and savoring a deep breath. As you finish the last bites of your own treat, you reflect on the day thus far. You'd learned much about the locals and their daily lives by observation and Khalid's description in such a short time, and he'd even taught you a hand full of basic words and phrases in Almyran.

"Uhm, Khalid?"

He opens one eye and gives you a sideways glance.

"It was... dhonnobad, right? Thank you?"

His smile his open and warm, his eyes practically shimmering in the reflected sunlight from the nearby brook.

"Well, we'll have to work on your pronunciation, but I'm impressed you remembered," he beckons you down onto the blanket beside him, and you follow, lying on your side as he turns towards you. You're closer than you'd anticipated, even given the limited realestate of the blanket, and you internally scold yourself for being shy about something so silly- like some naive adolescent.

"Let's try a couple more words, since you've been such a diligent student."

"Okay," you say with a smile, "try me, I'll do my best."

"Hmm..." he looks around your private clearing, then gestures towards the brook and says, "Jala"

"Jala," you repeat slowly. He nods,

"Right- that's 'water'. And, uhm..." he points toward a patch of wildflowers at the edge of the brook, "Phula. That's 'flower'."

Again, you repeat as best you can, and though you know your pronunciation must be off, he's encouraging nonetheless. Then, he leans in towards you, and brings his free hand to your cheek, his fingertips brushing your skin lightly.

"Now try sundara."

"... Sundara?" you make an attempt, and you're sure you got something about that 's' sound mixed up, but Khalid just gives you a slanted smile. He doesn't clarify at first, so you ask, "What does that one mean?"

His fingers slowly weave back into your hair, and his voice is low and soothing as he replies,

"That means 'beautiful'."

Your face warms immediately, but you hardly have a moment to feel bashful about it before he presses his lips to yours, kissing you slow and deep. His movements are effortlessly sensual, pulling you towards him and sending your pulse pounding through your veins. You part your lips to him almost instinctively, and the way he uses his tongue is sparing, but oh-so effective. When he finally pulls away, your head is spinning and it's all you can do to meet his gaze.

"So... that's how they kiss in Almyra." you say, barely above a whisper. Khalid smirks and turns you onto your back, sliding an arm around your waist.

"Oh, no- there's no tradition in this, only skill."

Goddess- if they'd warned you of the King's supernatural charms, you wouldn't have believed them. But now his lips are on yours once again, and he's holding your body to his, and you can't think of anything else. Your arms drape across his shoulders, and faster than you can track, your bodies have met in a tangled, impassioned embrace. It was hard to imagine that mere kissing could feel so erotic, but something about his pace, about how his lips and hands move in tandem, about how thorough he is in exploring you, makes you feel like it would be only natural to give yourself over to him completely.

His kiss travels along your jawline up to the shell of your ear, where he nips briefly, then murmurs,

"I was hoping to apologize for how little time we've had to get to know each other before today," you bite at your bottom lip as his hand slides down to the curve of your hip, "if that would be pleasing to you, my dearest wife."

"Ye- yes..." you sigh into the open air as his lips reach your neck. The single word is all either of you need. He never stops pressing lavish kisses to your lips and neck as he pulls your clothing out of his way. By the time he's satisfied, your clothes are draped off your arms and pooling around you on the blanket- and he doesn't seem to care to remove them entirely. He has a goal in mind.

Slowly, painstakingly, he makes his way down your body. You feel him everywhere- hands tracing and memorizing your frame, breath hot across your skin as his lips spoil you with adoring kisses. Soon enough, he's kissed his way to your lower stomach, and he urges your thighs apart beneath him. You suppress the instinctive wave of embarrassment at being exposed to him for the first time- he is your husband and your King, afterall- but then, his head dips down towards your plump lower lips, and your mind goes white.

"Khalid-!" you gasp out as his tongue trails coyly up the crease of your folds. He hums contentedly, and places a disarmingly chaste kiss to the soft skin. Then, his thumbs gently spread you open for him, and your entire body burns while he takes a moment to merely admire you- your pretty little hole already wet, your clit already hard and flushed dark. When his head lowers once more, his green eyes meet yours steadily, as though to promise without words to be good to you.

And in a moment, his mouth begins to gently tease your clit, and your head tilts back on the blanket. Your hips jerk just a bit with each pass of his tongue across the sensitive bundle, and occasionally you can't hold in a gasp or whimper of pleasure. This only encourages him, of course. The more you moan and sigh, the more dedicated he becomes to your body. He presses himself more firmly to you, his lips surrounding your clit and the surrounding tender flesh, and he suckles on you, licks you, kisses you. You don't know when it happened, but your hands are at the back of his head, fists tangled in thick brown hair as he diligently works.

The unbearable tension is winding tight and anxious in your lower body- you know he'll drive you to climax before long, and the mere thought feels like falling in love. And then Khalid moves lower, and his tongue dips inside of your entrance. You gasp and unwittingly tug on his hair- but he certainly doesn't seem to mind. With a lustful groan, he presses more firmly to you, truly buried against your body as his dexterous tongue curls upward, stroking the vulnerable spot behind the nerves of your clit.

"Khalid!" this time it's nearly a scream, and you're grateful that your voice is lost in the surrounding foliage. Your thighs begin to shake, and your hands release him to instead clutch the blanket behind you. And at last, with a whimper in a voice you hardly recognize, your lower body floods with soaked warmth as your orgasm sweeps through you. Panting, twitching, you moan out for your husband over and over, until finally, the wave begins to subside, and Khalid pulls away to position himself above you on all fours.

"That's a nice expression..." he says with a grin, directing you to look at him with a hand at your chin, "I hope I'll get to see it often."

When your eyes finally refocus, you look up at him somewhat apologetically,

"I should... attend to you."

He laughs and kisses your forehead,

"There will be time for that tonight, don't you think? Once we're a bit more... put together," he says with a glance at your bare form, "we should head back to our ride. I'll bring you back to the castle, and we'll get the cooks to prepare something very 'Almyran' for you."

You nod- it probably wouldn't do for the first time with your Lord Husband to be mid-day in the woods. Though he'd certainly failed to make it seem unappealing.

"And then," he goes on, bringing a finger to trace the curve of your bottom lip, "Well, maybe we'll excuse ourselves to our bedchamber a bit early this evening, and we can continue this little... cultural exchange."

[zevlors-tail]

I don't wanna scared you or something even worse *breathe deeply and with the voice whispering* What do you think having a Incubus!Villain Deku?

Do you know I wrote all of this on mobile? In my car? On a 15% battery? Welp-

TW: Incubus!Izuku, Demon!Izuku, unprotected sex, mind fuckery?, tail play?, idk what to tag this lmao, biting, oral (reader receiving), fem!reader.

It starts with dreams. Bits and pieces here and there, fragments of memories that plague you randomly throughout the day. You're doing something completely mundane and suddenly there's a flash of something you can't quite recall...mostly in shades of green and black. It only takes a few times to fully realize what your dreams are about and remember them, though, and that's when the real problem starts.

That's when you become acutely aware of the incubus that's been taking up residence in your home (and subsequently, your mind) lately. He tells you his name; Izuku, was it? But please, call him Deku, as that's his preferred demon name and the name you should use to call upon him. He corners you the first time he becomes visible, makes you feel small and submissive, but in a lighthearted way so that you think you're still in control of the situation.

You're not.

He's so much larger than you; he towers over you easily as he traces an index finger over your bare arm and gives you a look of amusement. "Did those dreams feel nice?" But he doesn't need you to answer, because he already knows they did from the way you cried out and made a mess of yourself for him in your sleep. Many a nights you had woken yourself up mid-orgasm before having to strip your sheets from your sweat-soaked bed to wash them.

You can't put your finger on it, but there's something about his velvety tone and his darkened eyes that make him so persuasive while he offers to give you something even better, something physical that you can feel even when you're awake.

"I won't hurt you," he promises, and you can't help but believe him. It's easy to lean into his touch, to let him tilt your chin up, to meet his gaze and hold it while he silently asks permission.

You make the mistake of giving it to him.

Slowly he leans in, lips parted just as yours are, but he doesn't close the distance right away. He teases, smirks down at you from above and watches as your pupils slowly dilate with lust. You don't feel the prick on your back from his tail, never notice that something other than your own blood is now pumping through your veins. And while he can't play with you until he's earned a proper invitation, he can...help speed up the process.

If you had any doubts before, the aphrodisiac coursing it's way through your bloodstream is quickly changing that. You're overtaken by need like you've never felt before, and suddenly it's not a matter worth discussing anymore; you need to have him right now. You reach for him, pull him close as you meet his lips with yours, eagerly reveling in his immediate touches and caresses that he seems to offer so freely. He smiles into the kiss deviously, knowing what's just been done is essentially all he needs to corrupt you, to make you his, to use you as he pleases.

And he does.

He wastes no time in ridding clothes, his tail crawling up one of your legs and winding round and round until it reaches cloth and pulls. In one smooth effort your pants have been ripped to shreds, and now you're stuck in place; you're not going anywhere as he curls his tail around your midriff and pulls you to the floor. He makes quick work of his own clothes and your top, and then he moves on to the main attraction of tonight: you.

As he pins you to the ground and holds you there, you finally get a proper look at him, and boy is he a sight to see. Two small horns protruding from his head, his green mop of hair a wild curly mess, and canines so sharp that you're willing to bet he could eat you with those. And god, do you want him to. Your eyes trail down to his exposed chest, and you can see that he's clearly sculpted by whatever deities may exist. His muscles ripple under his skin, abs solid but still soft to the touch when you bring a hand up to feel. Below that, there's a very pronounced V-line, and a happy trail of forest green to match his messy mop up top.

Who knew demons could have happy trails?

You go to take your hand away, unsure if it's alright to touch him so freely. But he stops you, takes your hand in his and presses it back to his warm chest, slides it up to his collarbone before bringing it back down to rest over the part of him you'd been avoiding looking at up until now.

"It's quite alright if you touch me," he tells you, and again you find yourself entranced by his words. "I'd prefer it if you did, actually. Unless, of course, you'd prefer me to be in control? You humans are so interesting," he purrs. "Just tell me what you want, and I'll make it happen. But do say it out loud, otherwise it won't be any fun!"

There's a pause in which he presses your hand lower, and your eyes widen nearly twice as wide as you feel him pulsing in your hand. Already leaking and throbbing and still somewhat soft, he's easily much thicker than anyone you've ever had. Your breath hitches as he helps you to give him a few pumps, and you're practically shaking in apprehension to be filled up.

"Or, perhaps..." he starts again, "you want me to act on your fantasies without having to be asked to do so? After all, I've been inside that pretty little head of yours. I know every single one of your naughty desires you have, Y/N... There's no point in hiding them from me."

"I want-" You try to tell him, but you just seem so lost on your own words. You don't just want one thing, or two, or even several. You want all of it. All of him, and all of his cock. You can't tear your eyes away from him; he's alluring, addictive, intoxicating...

"I want you," you manage to breathe out, and he acts on it immediately.

"You want me?" he taunts, his free hand reaching down to easily curl two fingers into your dripping cunt. "You want me to play with you, is that it?"

He's merciless, his thumb rubbing circles onto your clit before making a come-hither motion against that soft spot deep inside of you.

"Fuck!" You can't help but cry out, slick already gushing from you no thanks to the aphrodisiac. "More!" you find yourself asking. "Please, more! Need-!"

And he gives you more. He continues to finger you through your orgasm, spreads you open only to lick it all up with his tongue before curling it deep inside of you and sending you to another high. The more you give him the harder he seems to work at you, but you're too blissed out to put two and two together. He is an incubus, after all. He feeds on pleasure.

After you think you can't take it anymore, after you've been pushed over the edge and fucked stupid on his monstrous cock too many times to count, you wonder when it will end. You've been at this hours, and you should feel tired. You should be exhausted and worn out, ready to crawl in bed and pass out into a deep sleep. But despite how much you've cum, Deku still hasn't, and instead of feeling worn out, you feel as needy as ever, unsatisfied in the sense that you still want more.

"Deku," you plead with him, "please! Please, please, give- ahah! Ahhhnnngh-! Need more!"

"Oh, dearest, I'm only getting started."

Sometime after, hours into your eventful evening, Izuku finally takes mercy on your poor soul and decides enough is enough...for tonight.

"You gave me your half of the contract, so it's only fair I give you mine, isn't it?"

Somewhere in the middle of your eyes rolling back and your body convulsing under him, you wonder what he's talking about. But you can't retain the thought, and it fades away as quickly as it came. You don't have time to think about that anyway while he finally loses himself, cock throbbing against your fluttering walls as he fills you to the brim with his scorching demon seed and punctures the skin above your collarbone with his canines.

You feel absolutely delirious with pleasure, wave after wave of bliss consuming you until you're sure you're going to pass out. You squirm excessively under him, hands gripping into his hair and pulling, fingers trembling as you drink in your highs together. Somehow you feel tainted and whole at the same time, impossibly hot, completely lost in the feeling he's giving you.

And then you feel it, something searing hot burning through you, something incredibly potent and yet not tangible acting as a tether to bind the two of you together invisibly.

"You're mine. You're all mine!"

You find yourself unable to bend from his will, your body acting exactly how he wants it to and your mind giving in to his commands.

There's no going back now.

Maybe you should learn to read the fine print before signing contracts with demons so easily.

[halcyon-writings]

OK BUT SERIOUSLY SINCE REQUESTS R OPEN MAY I GRACIOUSLY REQUEST AN ETHAN WINTERS (RE8) X DAUGHTER READER (PLATONIC) WHOS A TEEN AND ACCOMPANIES HIM ON THE JOURNEY AND SHES REALLY PROTECTIVE OVER HER AND SHE DISAPPEARS IN THE DIMITRESCU CASTLE ONLY TO BE FOUND BY ETHAN LOCKED IN A OR SUM SHIT WAITING FOR ETHAN THANK YOU TAKE CARE OF URSELF IS THIS GOOD ENOUGH HSHAHAHAH

so idk if this was a request for hcs or a fic so i kind of just did a combo of the two

warnings/notes: canon typical violence, some mentioned re7 + village spoilers, gn!reader

It starts off how stories like these always do, a man has no need to go into a terrifying yet quiet town or farmhouse, but he does anyway, because he has a big heart to make up for the lack of rational sense. He knew something was wrong about Mia’s final video call, that her message was showing anything but the fact that she was safe. So he loaded up his car and got to driving.

And now who would’ve thought that it domino’d into Ethan Winters, currently hoisting up his teenaged child into a farm house’s window to unlock it from the inside so that a group of bloodthirsty lycans would not tear them apart, being here?

He wishes he could tell what you were thinking. When he had found you back at the Baker’s home, you were quiet, skittish, and scared. But unharmed for the most part, molded and the infected family alike seemed to avoid you. Well not Lucas, but he was the textbook example of homicidal, so Ethan supposed he didn’t count. Sure with the time passing, you had gotten comfortable, and the therapy Chris and his group had provided helped too. But you were still quiet for the most part.

Until something changed. Rather spending time with Mia, you kept to yourself in your room. Otherwise you kept around Ethan himself or baby Rose if the parents needed you to look after her while they worked during the day, or at least when Mia had strangely not wanted to keep Rose with herself at all times. At meal times you had made yourself scarce too, quickly finishing what you had on your plate and cleaning your dish, returning to your room. Mia’s behavior was strange and he had ticked it off as being concerned but wanting to give you your space.

“You know how teenagers are,” She would say with a simple shrug. “I’m sure whatever this phase is will end soon.”

And then it didn’t.

Because now you were being dragged out of your room by men in all sorts of gear with weapons pointed at you, Rose’s cries echoing throughout the dark house while you fruitlessly struggled against them. You hear Ethan call out for you, righteous anger and worry in his voice. You try and reach for him, but only feel a sharp pain at the back of your neck. Your vision goes dark and so does your consciousness follows soon after.

And that’s how you both end up here. The truck meant to transport you somewhere crashes. You ignore the bad feeling as you step out, snow crunching beneath your shoes. At least they let you put on decent shoes, your fuzzy slippers surely would’ve been soaked by the snow.

Ethan calls your name and you look up, he begins to take off the large jacket from the bodies, the bodies, left of the soldiers meant to take you to wherever Chris had wanted you to go. And your shivering form doesn’t help, a small and thin sweater only doing so much for you. It should’ve felt wrong to disrespect the dead like that but your mother- guardian was dead, and your baby sister was missing.

The village was an experience from hell, memories of the Baker House were quick to rear its ugly head. You try and cover your ears, eyes shut tight as you crouch in an attempt to make yourself smaller. From those, creatures almost mauling you and Ethan losing his fingers, to Luisa and those villagers, they did not deserve the gruesome end they got.

Ethan kneels beside you, hands cupping your head as he brings you close into an embrace, quiet assurances that you both will be leaving soon, finding Rose and going home. “I’ll protect you kiddo,” He swears, and you believe it. Your head is tucked under his chin, and Ethan remembers that you’re still a child too, his words to protect you weren’t just that, as he swears to himself. He would tear those things apart for both of his children, to make sure they could go home and live in peace. His heart clenches however, when his mind trails to Mia and how she would not be with them.

And then you reach a wine cellar of all places. Before you meet a mysterious man that makes goosebumps rise on your skin. And then a metal pipe goes through his leg, and the pair of you are encased in metal scrap, being dragged to who knows where. Finding yourselves in a cold chapel, in front

Although the worried look you send his way makes Ethan think maybe it was better off to be back in the wine cellar. As the man- Heisenberg- forces him to run while you’re dragged back. You try to run at least, but you don’t make it far. The Very Tall and Dangerous Looking Lady peers down at you from underneath the brim of her hat. But rather than malice, it’s... warmth?

And once more your poor head is a victim of a sharp hit, losing consciousness again. The last bit you see is your father-figure all but being pushed down a hole as he flees the lycans that surrounded him, continuing to look back at you in worry. You shake your head, hoping it conveyed that you wanted him to go.

But now you can’t say in particular that you’re having a bad time, since you’re inside, the fire from the castle’s several hearths keeping the place warm. The Lady of the house introduces you to her daughters. You can’t help but shrink behind her when they all seemingly surround you both.

Lady Dimitrescu only laughs behind a gloved hand. And allows you all to mingle. If you could call it that by being locked away in a spare room. You couldn’t even stop them, they had the ability to lose a physical form by turning into flies. You wished you had some kind of power like that. You don’t hear much from any of them after that. Occasionally you hear the tall woman’s steps around the corridor, but that’s it.

You chew your lip nervously, a bad habit that you thought you had gotten rid of since Louisiana. You can only stare out the window hopelessly, being on a tall floor, the fall would’ve grievously injured you or worse. The smooth brick was not good for climbing. You tried at least attempting to break the door down, but whatever it had been made off was practically impossible to break. (Your poor shoulder still aches from trying to ram it down). Gun shots echoing through the mansion don’t sooth your nerves either, maybe Redfield was here too, either to finish the job he started with-

The click of the lock makes you jump, quickly grabbing a glass vase, hiding behind the door. Your eyes close as you look down, you tremble. Before throwing it all to the wind and just tossing the large vase in an attempt to make a run for the unlocked door. Only to be stopped by a face you thought you’d never see again.

“Dad?” Your voice is raspy, from the lack of use, but you can’t manage say anything else as you’re brought into a tight hug, almost falling to the ground from the sheer relief you had felt seeing him alive. He quickly checks you over, chin in his hand as he inspects you for any obvious injury, quickly hugging you once more. 

“It’s okay, I’m here now,” You notice his hands, bandages bloodier from before. “Let’s find get out of here,” He says with finality and you nod. You carefully take his hand, the one that actually did have all five fingers, giving it a squeeze. Now it was time to escape and find your little sister. 

[djarrex]

Yes! I would love to read the Kix taking care of his girl on her period! Mine is kicking my ass this month. Sounds wonderful!

BLESS you, and the few others who hopped in on this <3 ( x )

Part 2

Let me start off by promoting menstrual cups for a hot second because I love mine and I will never go back to anything else. I bring that up because the reader uses a menstrual cup - you’ll see mentions of it a couple times throughout. There’s also a mention of it smelling sweet, lacking the smell of blood that one would normally associate with periods - this is a total personal observation BUT I have heard of other women say the same thing about the smell; it smells of you, not blood - womanly essence, if that makes sense. Idk, maybe if you also use a menstrual cup then you get what I’m trying to say? Sorry to be talking about menstrual cups so much LMAO I’m just passionate.

Warnings: oral (f receiving), no-no words, a hint of self-degradation and self-consciousness (because periods can do that to even the best of us), mentions of blood, but like, there is none

18+ under the cut for all my Kix lovin’ cycle sisters out there (and everyone else!)

Oh, Kix. Sweet, caring, sensual Kix.

***

"Let me take care of you, darling. "

“But... it’s gross. I don’t even like going near that area during this time a month and I definitely don’t want you to.”

“Gross?” He almost sounds... offended - flabbergasted. “It’s a part of life, beautiful. It’s what makes you amazing, a warrior in your own way. Nothing about you could gross me out. You know of some of the things I’ve seen, darling, and you could never come close to any of it.”

“Are- are you sure, Kix?”

“You have that little cup thing in, right?” He asks as he lowers himself to his knees to be eye level with your waist, hooking his thumbs inside the band of your comfy pants - waiting. You nod, catching your bottom lip between your teeth as you peer down at him with hesitant eyes. His own eyes are glowing, radiating with adoration as a smile stretches along his perfect lips. 

“Nothing about you could gross me out.”

Fuck, you adore him.

Even if he’s wrong. 

With a victorious hum, he yanks your stretchy bottoms down in one swift motion. Kix stands upright, tugging on the hem of your top before lifting it over your head, your arms raising to the ceiling to facilitate the process. You’re nearly bare - all that’s left is your stained, worn bra and loose cotton underwear. Nothing about you today looks or feels sexy, yet Kix stares at you like you’re holding the stars themselves within your swollen hands.

“Lay down, darling. Won’t you let me take care of you?” You can’t help but smile at the man before you, his soft but deep voice making your heart pound and pussy throb simultaneously. You lay back, respectfully doing as your told. As soon as your back hits the sheets he’s on you, his warm body looming over your bloated form as his lips find a temporary home against your clavicle. You’re already so sensitive, so aroused just from the faintest of touches. You groan as Kix licks and kisses his way across the expanse of whatever skin is available to him on your chest - he stops when all that’s left to be mouthed is still hiding underneath your bra.

“They’re a little sore,” you confess with a furrowed brow. Kix’s eyes meet yours, and you somehow know exactly what he wants to do to help.

“I’ll massage them for you,” his voice is full of sincerity and care as his eyes meet yours. You nod, lifting your top half up off the sheets for a moment so he can reach around and unclasp your bra. Your breasts swing free, and Kix’s hands are instantly but gingerly grasping at them, softly kneading the orbs of combined fat and tissue with expert hands. Kix’s objective is to make you feel good, both in forgetting your body’s reactions to your monthly, and in pleasure. While he continues to knead at your sensitive breasts, his mouth is back on you, nipping at the plushier parts of your flesh around your bust and torso. Your pussy is throbbing, a fire igniting deep within your gut - even pushing aside the cramping - screaming for more. 

“K...ix,” you manage his name mid-moan, his eyes flickering back up to yours through his dark lashes - mouth still attached to the flushed skin below your breast. “More... please,” you whine, your back arching off the bed and pushing yourself into his mouth - hungry. With a final nip to the skin lining your ribs, Kix’s head lifts up and offers you a half smile.

“You’ll let me take care of you, darling? Even though you so wrongfully think that I’ll be grossed out?” There’s a hint of teasing in his gravelly voice, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. 

“Yes,” you breathe out, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to feed the growing ache between your legs.

“You trust me, don’t you?” Kix lowers himself towards the foot of the bed, resting his cheek on the meat of your thigh while staring up at you with pleading eyes. Of course you do, and he knows that. You whimper at him, nodding your head as his finger teases along the thin skin around your underwear - featherlight. “I promise, it’ll feel good,” he murmurs with his lips pressed to your skin, trailing kisses from your knee up to your hip bone. “I’ll make you forget that you’re on your period, darling.”

Kix softly tugs your underwear down, tossing the garment over his shoulder to be found later. You feel so bleh - bloated, sensitive, sore - yet you’re on fire. Kix takes a moment to rove his eyes over your body, making you shudder under his gaze. 

“You’re so beautiful, darling. Even when you think you aren’t.” 

You love him you love him you love him.

Only seconds later Kix’s face in between your legs, kissing your mound before moving to press his lips against your folds. You feel totally embarrassed, hoping you don’t stink or taste like blood, but Kix is adamant about doing this for you, or for himself, it doesn’t matter. What if you ruin what you and Kix have if he comes up disgusted by your vagina with the way is is right now? What if-

Nope, you can’t finish that thought because he’s in the middle of licking a slow, long stripe from the bottom of your slit all the way up to the hood of your clit with a flattened tongue. Kix repeats the motion a few more times, groaning into you with every pass of his tongue, sending euphoric vibrations straight into your core. He runs his tongue around the entrance of your burning hole, easing the muscle just a little bit beyond the entrance - making you see stars. Kix can’t actually stick anything inside of you, not his tongue nor his fingers, and most definitely not his cock unless you removed the silicone cup from your canal - and there was no fucking way in hell you’d do that, especially not on day two. Besides, he’s doing quite the fine job at making you come apart with the way he’s sucking, licking, and nipping at everything that is good. 

“Fuck, Kix...” He’s got your clit trapped between his lips, his tongue flicking at it from inside his warm mouth. You’re close, you can feel that fire move throughout your body, inching further and further into your climax with every quick motion of his tongue. 

Then his hands return to your breasts, squeezing gently while meeting your eyes from where he’s buried between your legs. The thread within you snaps when you lock eyes with his lust-filled golden ones; his hands grabbing at your breasts, his mouth latched onto that sensitive bundle of nerves, and the heavy groan he emits while your clit is still sucked into his mouth all contribute to the intense orgasm that steadily rocks through your body. You convulse with a silent cry, your thighs threatening to close around his head as he drags his tongue up and down your slit, catching your release with hums of approval.  

“KixKixKixKix-” you cry out his name in rapid-fire, shooting your hand down to tug at his growing hair - trying to push him away from you. “Too... much,” you whine, bucking your hips in an attempt to knock him off of you. With a lewd pop, he finally removes his mouth from your oversensitive cunt, but not before breathing in deeply through his nose while still buried between your legs.

“Kix!” you squeal at him, embarrassment flooding your body as he moves up to kiss at your throat. “What-”

“You smell so damn good, darling. Like the sweetest, most rare fruit in the galaxy. You taste like it, too.” Your cheeks are hot, eyes wide as he chuckles against your skin.

“So, it doesn’t...?” 

You don’t need to elaborate on your question before Kix answers it with honesty.

“No, darling. No taste or smell of blood. Quite the opposite, actually. You are absolutely delectable. Maybe when you get more comfortable, I’d love to fuck you like this, if you’re ever up for it.”

“But the... the blood...”

“I’ve heard it makes quite the pleasurable experience for both parties involved. But like I said, only when you’re comfortable. Until then, I’d be more than happy to devour you every chance you give me, darling.”

***

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[ppangjae]

BEST INTEREST | Jaehyun

SUMMARY. Be careful what you wish for. It may be your dream come true or your biggest nightmare.

GENRE. fluff | angst | time travel!au | ex friends to lover!au (this one’s going to hurt) | inspired by the movie 13 going 30

WORD COUNT. 11k+ words (yes, idk what’s wrong with me either)

author’s note. this is unedited so if there are any mistakes, i am sorry! also i highly suggest listening to pluto projector by rex orange county while reading this monster of a fic! it gets you in the mood. happy reading~

I feel at home when I’m around you

Jaehyun has many wishes, with most of those wishes he wants to come true. He wishes to be like the cool kids, specifically the guy everyone wants to idolize and admire. He wishes to be popular, to be a social magnet that attracts all the friends he can possibly have. And boy, does he really want those wishes to come true when he sneaks a longing glance at his long-time crush, Mina, dancing on the dance floor in her beautiful homecoming dress. If only she just looked his way and noticed him—

“Close your mouth or you’ll start to catch flies.” His mouth is physically clamped shut with your two hands. He sends you a death glare but it falls unnoticed when you pop a couple of barbeque-flavoured chips into your mouth. When you sense his glare, you look back at him and raise up your hands in defense. “I’m just trying to help. But don’t you think you’re being a bit too obvious about your crush on Mina?”

Jaehyun tears his gaze away from you to look back at Mina. She looks pretty tonight, but she’s always looked beautiful to Jaehyun no matter what day it was. It’s pretty safe to say that Jaehyun’s whipped for her, for she is the reason why he always has a goofy, lovesick smile spread across his lips. You follow Jaehyun’s line of sight and it lands on Mina. Are you surprised? No, not the slightest bit.

Just like how Jaehyun has his wishes, you have your own wishes too. You wish you were as beautiful as Mina. You wish you had perfect 20/20 vision like Mina. You wish you were fit and athletic like Mina. You wish you had a great sense of style like Mina. You wish you had a charm and aura like Mina. But there’s one important wish that you want to come true; you wish Jaehyun at least noticed you or had some sort of mutual feelings for you… just like those same feelings he has for Mina. 

But you’re just his best friend. You’re just someone who’s been by his side for almost his entire existence. 

“Your birthday is in three minutes, Jaehyun!” You exclaim, looking down at your wrist watch. You scrunch up your nose to adjust your glasses on your nose bridge. Just as you’re about to pop another chip into your mouth, you accidentally knock over your glass of Fanta, spilling some of it on your homecoming dress. You let out a string of curses, grabbing a napkin to dab the small stain. 

Jaehyun smiles at you as you clean up the stain. You’ve always been clumsy. He looks down at his watch and indeed, his birthday is in three minutes. It was a huge coincidence for homecoming to be scheduled the night before Jaehyun’s birthday; Valentine’s Day. In fact, on the days leading up to homecoming, Jaehyun’s been planning on confessing his feelings to Mina. 

“It is,” he chuckles softly. 

“What are you planning on doing to kick off your eighteenth birthday? We can definitely grab some drinks on the way home, or you can come over and have a Marvel marathon with me—”

Your words are drowned out as he finds himself stealing another glance at Mina. She’s laughing with her friends. It’s almost as if she’s sensed his stare because she’s looking around the ballroom until her eyes meet his. He feels his heart skip a beat. 

“I’m going to confess to Mina.” He cuts you off.

With eyes wide like saucers, you can barely stop him because he’s already making his way towards her. Mina seems to take notice that he’s approaching her. She looks at him confusedly. You’re watching it all go down from your seat. With every step he takes towards her, your heart continues to shatter into more pieces. The closer he gets to her, the more you realize that you’re just a friend. A best friend. That’s all you’ll ever be.

“Mina?”

She raises an eyebrow. “Yes, Jaehyun?

“I need to tell you something.” He says nervously.

Her friends leave her alone with him. She straightens her posture and gestures for him to continue. He gulps nervously. He just can’t seem to stop imagining how perfect his life would be if Mina returned his feelings. He’s prepared for this moment for days on end and there’s no way that Mina would reject him. Right? 

She gives him a warm smile. “What is it that you wanted to tell me?”

He sucks in a deep breath. Here it goes.

“I really like you, Mina.”

She blinks.

Once. 

Twice.

And then she starts to laugh.

Is she laughing? Why is she laughing? 

“So, do you like me back—”

“Babe, do you want me to go grab your sweater from the car?” 

Eunwoo wraps his arm around Mina. Jaehyun stares at Eunwoo’s arm, his stare trailing back to Mina. Mina’s looking at him with an expression he can’t seem to read. She pats Eunwoo’s arm and turns towards him. “Sure. In fact, I think it’s time to get going. I’ll meet you at the front, alright, babe?”

He watches Eunwoo peck her cheek. “Alright, I’ll be parked at the front.”

As Eunwoo leaves the two of them again, Jaehyun’s eyebrows knit together and Mina stifles a giggle. 

“Jaehyun, I’m so sorry. I don’t see you that way. I see you as a brother.” She places a hand on his shoulder and gives it a tight squeeze. “I’m dating Eunwoo. We’ve been dating for five months now, did you not know? Besides, I thought you and Y/N were a thing! You guys seem to match each other better.”

He scoffs. You and him? Is it possible to disappear into thin air? Is it possible to turn back time? 

From your seat, you can see Jaehyun frustratingly run his fingers through his hair. Mina is giving him a sad smile and leaves him alone on the dance floor. Your face scrunches up and settles into a look of horror. Did Eunwoo just kiss Mina’s cheek? Since when were they dating? You did not expect things to turn out this way. You didn’t expect Jaehyun to be turned down like this, right in front of his two eyes. If you were to ever get rejected by your crush, you would dread getting turned down like this.

Humiliated. Embarrassed. Heartbroken. Anger. Jealousy. Jaehyun was going through many emotions at once. As he’s left all alone on the dance floor, his feet lead him out to the parking lot. You watch Jaehyun storm out and it prompts you to run after him. You’re holding the ends of your dress up as you struggle to catch up to your best friend. Soon enough, you’re kicking off your heels and chasing after him on your bare feet. 

“Jaehyun! Wait!”

When Jaehyun reaches his car, he halts to a stop. You almost bump into him. He turns around to face you. He has a frown etched on his face. “What do you want?”

“Jaehyun—”

“She doesn’t like me.” Jaehyun cuts you off. “She’s dating Eunwoo. But do you want to know what else she said to me?”

“W-What? Jaehyun, I—” You look up at him confusedly.

“She said that she thought you and I were dating.” He lets out a breathy laugh. “Us? Dating? Why would we be dating?”

“Jaehyun—”

“Mina would’ve ended up liking me back if she didn’t think we were dating.” He sighs with anger. “I think we spend too much time together that people are starting to think that we’re dating. But we’re not!”

“So, you’re telling me that two best friends can’t spend a lot of time together?” You ask. “Why do I feel like you’re blaming me? Like I’m the reason why Mina rejected you—”

“Maybe because you are the reason!” He yells. 

You scoff. “Who are you? Are you the Jaehyun I grew up with? Ever since you started crushing on Mina, you’ve slowly changed yourself into someone I don’t know anymore.”

“Maybe you really don’t know who I am anymore.” 

“I’m disappointed in you, Jaehyun.” You feel your eyes water. “Mina rejecting you is probably the wake up call I needed. Best friends? We’re not best friends anymore. And to think that I—you know what? I’m not even going to bother.”

“Y/N—” He starts as he begins to regret lashing out on you.

“Oh, before I forget,” you mutter, opening your bag to pull out Jaehyun’s birthday present. It comes along with a party popper. You shove his birthday present, which is a handmade photo album filled with all of the pictures you both took throughout your friendship. To top it all off, you pop the party popper, the confetti shoots up into the air. “Happy Birthday, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun looks at you with defeat as you storm to your car. You’re hopping into the car and igniting the engine. There are hot tears streaming down your cheeks. Jaehyun rushes to your side of the car and knocks on the window. “Y/N, open up! I didn’t mean what I said! I’m sorry!”

You ignore him, backing out of your parking spot. For good measure, you flip him off and drive off, leaving him all alone in the parking lot. 

Jaehyun watches your car get smaller and smaller as it travels farther and farther. 

What a horrible way to kick off his birthday. What a horrible way to kick off Valentine’s Day. Not only did he get rejected by his crush, but he just lost his best friend. A piece of confetti that was stuck in his hair falls down and catches his eye. He stares at it as it slowly falls down to the concrete ground. 

His eyes flutter shut.

Jaehyun wishes to be everything Mina looks for in a guy. Jaehyun wishes to be the guy Mina ends up dating. He wishes to look better than Eunwoo. He wishes to be more successful than Eunwoo. Jaehyun wishes to be on the front cover of every magazine, to be dripped in luxury clothing, and to be swimming in riches. He wishes for Mina to regret rejecting him.

He wishes all of this to happen when he turns 28. In fact, he wishes to be 28 right now.

But be careful what you wish for.

“Mr. Jeong, you can open your eyes now.”

His eyebrows knit in confusion. He peeps one eye open. A bright vanity light blinds him momentarily until he decides to open his other eye. He’s staring at his reflection in the mirror before meeting eyes with an unfamiliar woman. He lets out a surprised yelp, causing the woman to jump. He analyzes her for a couple of seconds. Is she a makeup artist? What is he doing in front of a vanity mirror? Why is he getting his makeup done? Wait, why does he look like that? Why does he look like he’s aged—

“Jeong Jaehyun, we’re starting the photoshoot for the B-cuts in fifteen minutes!”

Photoshoot?

B-cuts?

Mr. Jeong?

He looks up at what seems like his makeup artist. He gestures to her to lean in closer. She looks at him questioningly until she leans in closer. He whispers, “How did I get here?”

She snorts. She looks at him as if he’s gone crazy. “Don’t worry, Mr. Jeong, I know your sudden rise to fame is still something hard to believe. But Mr. Jeong, it’s been eight years since you entered the industry and yet, you still don’t know how you got here?”

Eight years?

Fame?

He’s famous? Since when?

“I’m—I’m famous?!” Jaehyun blurts out. 

His makeup artist slowly nods her head. “Yes, Mr. Jeong. God, I think you’ve lost it.”

He finds himself looking back at his reflection. He’s surely aged. But he aged like fine wine. He’s getting his makeup done for a photoshoot. He’s been working in the modelling industry for eight years. He’s famous. He must be rich or something, but that’s something that he has to find out later. He’s not even sure how old he is right now.

What is going on?

His thoughts are interrupted when his phone buzzes in his pocket. 

jungwoo (10:32 am): i found a good place for dinner tonight! i’ll text you the address. can’t wait to see you! don’t miss me too much. 

jungwoo (10:33 am): or you could miss me. i know i’m pretty irresistible.

It takes Jaehyun a couple of hours to get used to the new world he’s living in. He’s not sure how he got here. Heck, he’s not even sure why he’s here in the first place. All he could remember is standing all alone in the parking lot in nothing but his homecoming suit, heartbroken after getting rejected by Mina, and fucking up his friendship with you. 

He’s learned a couple of things so far. He’s been working in the modelling industry for eight years. It’s been eight years. He’s currently 28, which means that he entered the industry at the young age of 20. According to his manager, Doyoung, he’s an in-demand model. He was part of the line up for New York Fashion Week, Dior’s Spring Collection, and even Gucci’s Fall Collection. He’s rich. It took him a couple of minutes to process the eight golden figures on his online banking account. He’s successful. This is the life he envisioned to live. 

“Mr. Jeong, we’ve arrived at the destination.”

Jaehyun tears his gaze from his phone. His personal driver is looking at him through the rearview mirror. Jaehyun looks out the window to see an unfamiliar restaurant. It’s a famous barbeque restaurant, according to his best friend slash foodie, Jungwoo. 

“Thank you, sir. I’ll text you when I’m ready to be picked up.” Jaehyun bows his head.

As he’s stepping out of the car, a scoff threatens to escape his personal driver’s lips. When Jaehyun closes the door, his personal driver huffs out a breath.

“Since when did he learn how to say thank you? He never says thank you.”

Jaehyun’s about to step inside of the restaurant until he hears his name being called out. He looks to his right to see Jungwoo waving him over. Him and Jungwoo go way back. Jaehyun remembers meeting Jungwoo in high school, specifically in eleventh grade chemistry class. If Jaehyun wasn’t with you, he would definitely be with Jungwoo. 

“Jungwoo!” Jaehyun exclaims, fist-bumping him.

“Did you miss me?” Jungwoo teases. 

“Maybe a little.” He shrugs his shoulders. “No big deal.”

“You came right on time. I reserved a private room for the both of us.” Jungwoo throws an arm over his shoulder before leaning in to whisper in his ear. “We wouldn’t want those crazy fans to be interrupting our dinner, now would we?”

Jaehyun nods his head. He almost forgot how famous he was. But he was immediately reminded of his fame when he looked up to see his face plastered on one of the billboards. Jungwoo nudges him and hands him a face mask and a pair of sunglasses to cover him up.

“Thanks. I almost forgot.”

Jungwoo smirks. “Almost forgot how famous you are?”

The restaurant is filled with teenagers and couples. The sunglasses and face mask is doing him justice for the moment they step into the restaurant, his cover isn’t blown. The waitress brings them to their reserved private room and the moment Jaehyun takes off his disguise, the waitress lets out a soft gasp. Jaehyun glances at the waitress and sends her a wink. Her eyebrows raise and she bows her head.

“Don’t worry, I told them that we’ll be eating here.” Jungwoo reassures him. “But I don’t think the owners told their employees. Nothing to worry, I’ll make sure everything’s under control—”

“Jungwoo,” Jaehyun stops him. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”

Jungwoo furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “Are you sure? I don’t want Doyoung coming for my ass after your entire face is all over the front page of tomorrow’s newspaper.”

“Don’t worry.” Jaehyun reassures him. He gestures to the food. “Shall we start eating?”

As they’re digging in, Jungwoo can’t help but look at Jaehyun. Jaehyun is busy shoving food into his mouth, chewing with his mouth closed and his dimples forming with every chew. Jaehyun seems to sense Jungwoo’s stare and looks up to meet his gaze. “What?”

Jungwoo shakes his head and chuckles. “Nothing. It just looks like you haven’t eaten all day.”

“Because I haven’t,” Jaehyun laughs. “I’ve been busy with a photoshoot all day. I wasn’t able to eat lunch. Hey, don’t you think the pork cutlets remind you of Y/N’s? I swear her pork cutlets are so much better—”

“Y/N?” Jungwoo quirks an eyebrow at the mention of your name.

“Yeah, Y/N.” Jaehyun swallows his food and grabs an empty glass. “Hey, we should probably go visit her after dinner and have a couple of drinks.”

Jungwoo’s pouring water into Jaehyun’s glass. He looks at him with a funny expression. Is Jaehyun listening to himself right now? Is he in his right mind? 

“I don’t think you would want to do that, Jaehyun.” Jungwoo shakes his head.

Jaehyun frowns. “What do you mean? We always go over to Y/N’s place to have a couple of drinks. It’s either that or the usual Marvel marathons—”

“Jaehyun, did you hit your head this morning?” Jungwoo chuckles. “It’s like you have short term memory loss or something.”

“I’m honestly so confused,” Jaehyun scratches his head. “We always go to Y/N’s place for drinks and movie marathons. Is there something I don’t know—”

“Jaehyun, you stopped talking to Y/N after senior homecoming.” 

Jaehyun can’t seem to comprehend the words spewing out of Jungwoo’s mouth. “W-What?”

“You and Y/N had a horrible fight on the night of senior year homecoming and ever since then, the both of you haven’t forgiven each other.” Jungwoo looks at him confusedly. “This is old news, Jaehyun. Are you sure you’re not going through memory loss?”

“Y/N and I…” Jaehyun trails off. “We stopped talking after homecoming?”

Jungwoo nods his head. “The both of you broke off your friendship after that night. Y/N hated you and I wouldn’t be surprised if she still does. You guys ended your friendship pretty badly.”

“Y/N hates me?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“And I hate her?”

“Well, yeah. It’s a shame because the both of you got along so perfectly and all it took was your stupid girlfriend to ruin such a perfect friendship—”

“I have a girlfriend?” Jaehyun’s eyes widen. “Since when?”

Jungwoo snorts. “Don’t tell me that you’ve forgotten about your ten-year relationship with Mina. You and Mina have been dating since senior year homecoming.”

“Mina and I are dating…” Jaehyun trails off. “It just seems too good to be true.”

Jungwoo smiles. “Yeah, you’re pretty whipped for your spoiled brat of a girlfriend. By the way, speaking of Y/N, she’s the reason why I wanted to have dinner with you.”

“Y/N? What about her?” Jaehyun grabs his glass of water to take a sip.

Jungwoo watches him drink some water. “Y/N’s getting married in a month and I figured—”

Jaehyun spits the water out of his mouth. He bursts out into a coughing fit after choking on some of his water. Jungwoo wipes a couple of water droplets that landed on his face and winces. “Y/N’s getting married?!”

“I probably should’ve waited for you to finish drinking your water—”

“In a month?!”

Jungwoo nods his head. “Yes, which is why I figured it would be best for you to attend her wedding to settle your twelve-year fight and reunite as the best friends you used to be.”

Jaehyun coughs one last time. “Tell me that one more time. I don’t believe you.”

“Y/N’s getting married.”

Jaehyun nods. “Okay—”

“And she’s getting married in a month.”

“Well, shit—”

Jungwoo smirks. “And you wouldn’t guess who she’s getting married to.”

“To who?”

“To—”

“Flowers for you.”

A perfectly arranged bouquet of pink and white carnations is gently placed on your desk. You can feel your cheeks heat up. As you set down your pen, you reach for the bouquet of flowers to give it a quick sniff. Your receptionist slash partner in crime, Wendy, smiles and leaves your office to give you some privacy. 

You’re reading the note attached to the bouquet. The handwriting is somewhat messy, causing you to let out a giggle. However, the message written on the note makes your heart do cartwheels. You grab your phone to make a quick phone call. 

“I’m guessing you got the flowers?”

He can hear you smile through the phone. You hum in reply, sniffing the flowers one last time. “Yes, I did. Look at you, getting more romantic by the day.”

“Well, you are the love of my life.” He teases you and it’s enough for you to melt. “I passed by the flower shop on my way to work this morning and decided to start your day off with a nice bouquet of carnations. Do you like them?”

“I love them.” You gush out. “Thank you for this, love. You really didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to.” He reassures you. “Anything to put that beautiful smile on your face.”

“Stop being greasy.” You groan. 

He laughs. “Alright, alright. I’ll stop. I have to get going! We have a meeting in a couple of minutes.”

“Alright. I’ll let you go.” You smile. “Work hard, love! I’ll cook up a great hearty dinner for us tonight.”

“Sounds delicious. I’ll see you tonight, love.” He mumbles. “I love you! Twenty-four hours a day! Seven days a week!”

“I love you too.” You giggle. “See you later, future husband.”

As you hang up your phone, you’re heading towards your closet to pull out an empty vase for the flowers. You’re pouring in some water from the washroom sink. You hear the door to your office open. You poke one head out the door. 

“Y/N, there’s someone who wants to see you.” Wendy says with an uneasy look on her face. It kind of throws you off. 

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “I don’t remember having any appointments or meetings scheduled for today.”

“I know,” she purses her lips into a tight line. “But he really needs to speak with you.”

“He?” You say confusedly. “Alright. Just give me a couple of minutes and you can let him in.”

You set the vase down on your table. A wide smile is etched across your lips. It’s such a wide smile that your cheeks are starting to hurt. As you let out a happy sigh, you gather all of your hair to tie it up into a lazy ponytail. Grabbing your glasses, you put them on before getting back to work.

The door swings open. “Excuse me, sir, you can’t just—”

You look up, alarmed by the commotion. Wendy looks at you in panic as she tries to stop a man from entering your office. But she’s not the one you’re looking at. You’re looking at—

“Jaehyun?” 

Jaehyun feels the air being knocked out of his lungs. You look back at him with the same surprised expression. He can feel his face soften at the sight of you. A couple of seconds pass by with just the two of you surprised by each other’s presence. 

You’ve changed, appearance-wise. He notices how you’ve successfully nailed your sense of style. You’ve grown out your hair. Your face has matured but you still have those chubby cheeks he once adored. He still does. You’re foreign. But at the same time, you’re familiar. 

“H-Hey, I—”

You’re pointing out the door. “Get out of my office.”

“What?”

“I said,” you raise an eyebrow, “get out of my office.”

“But I literally just got here—”

You’re pulling out an hourglass sand timer from the drawer of your desk and slamming it down onto the surface. Jaehyun flinches at the loud slam, gulping nervously. “One minute—”

“One minute for what?” He panics.

“You have one minute to explain why you’re here.” You fold your arms. “Time is ticking.”

“Okay, wait, this is overwhelming—”

“Fifty-five, fifty-four, fifty-three—”

“Okay! Fine!” He exclaims. “I want to work with you.”

Your expression hardens. What kind of tricks is he pulling off? Is this some sort of sabotage to your photography business? What is he trying to do? You glance at Wendy, who looks back at you with the same gaze. 

“You want to work with me?” You ask.

He nods his head. “Yes. I want to work with you—”

“Why?”

“Because—Because—”

“You don’t seem like you have a reason.” You shrug your shoulders. “Why would I work with you if you can’t come up with a believable and convincing reason—”

“I want to give you more leverage in the photography industry.” Jaehyun explains. “And why not take up an offer from me, a model that’s in demand in the industry?”

You fall silent. Your eyes trail down to the timer. All of the sand has shifted to the other end of the hourglass. Time is up. Jaehyun follows your gaze that’s focused on the timer. You fold your arms.

“I’m rejecting your offer.”

He looks at you incredulously. “What?! Why?!”

“Because if I accepted your offer, it would seem as if I’m in for the money.” You shake your head. “I’m not in it for the money. You may be the richest model in the entire world right now and sure, you can definitely help me out. But I don’t need it.”

“Turn the timer around again.” He commands.

You look up at him. “What?”

“I said, turn the timer around again.” 

“And why would I do that?”

He scoffs. “Because I have many more reasons as to why you should take up my offer. There’s something inside of me that tells me there’s a deeper reason as to why you’re rejecting my offer.”

“Deeper reason? Trust me, Jaehyun, it’s not that deep—”

“You’re rejecting my offer because of what we used to be.” Jaehyun walks closer to your desk. When he reaches your desk, he grabs the hourglass and resets the timer. The both of you meet eyes. “Best friends. That’s what we used to be. Is that why you don’t want to work with me? Are you still mad at me? Even after all these years?”

You stare at him with somewhat teary eyes. You shake your head even though your mind knows that he’s telling the truth. You like to think that Jaehyun can’t see your eyes that are slowly welling up with tears. But Jaehyun can see it. He can see it clearly.

“No. Whatever we used to be doesn’t matter right now. In fact, there must be a deeper reason as to why you’re suddenly reaching out to me after ten years.” You bite back. “Why? Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

“Jungwoo told me that you’re getting married.”

You scoff. “That little motherfucker—”

“And I figured that it would be nice to help you out with your wedding.” He adds. “Ten years is a long time, Y/N. I’m pretty sure that’s enough time for the both of us to mature and grow up and get over whatever broke our friendship.”

You shake your head. “I don’t need your help with my wedding, thank you very much—”

“Just let me help.” He pleads.

“Why? Is it because you feel guilty?” You ask. “Do I look like a charity case to you? Does it look like I don’t have enough to plan my own wedding?”

“No, you don’t look like a charity case to me. I’m sure you have more than enough to plan your own wedding.” He explains. “But yes, I feel guilty. I feel guilty for ruining our precious friendship and the only way I can fix it is if you would accept my extra help, even if you don’t need it.”

The both of you look down at the hourglass. Time’s up. You can see Jaehyun reach out to grab the hourglass but you snatch it away just in time. Your grip on the hourglass tightens. 

“I’m sure there’s a catch.” You mutter. “There must be a catch.”

He raises his hands up in defense. “There’s no catch. Just you, working with me. That’s all. Besides, I’ve been looking at your work and it’s amazing. You deserve more attention.”

You stare into his eyes to look for any malice. But your hardened gaze softens when you realize that you’re looking into the same warm eyes you looked at twelve years ago. You look away from him. 

“Fine.” You whisper. “But the moment I find it suspicious, I won’t hesitate on kicking you out of my life again.”

His face lights up. 

“You won’t regret this, Y/N. I’ll make sure of it.”

Click. Click. Click.

The studio is filled with stylists and makeup artists rushing all over the place for one model. One. You’re extremely overwhelmed by the busy environment even though it’s an environment you’ve been accustomed to since you started working as a photographer. Standing in front of the camera, you spot Jaehyun. He’s getting his clothes fixed by his stylist. You hate to admit it, but Jaehyun looks gorgeous when he’s dressed up in luxury clothing. It’s almost as if luxury clothing was made for him to wear. He’s surely an IT boy, even though he’s a grown man. There’s a reason why he’s adored and glorified in the industry and you can see it just by his charm and presence. 

Your heartbeat almost stops when Jaehyun’s eyes meet yours. A smile begins to spread his lips as he starts making his way towards you. You’re nervously fiddling with your fingers as he gets closer to you. 

“I see that you made it,” he greets you.

You scoff. “It’s not like I had a choice, did I?”

His smile is wiped off his face. “Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?”

Your eyes scan the studio until they stop on the photographer standing behind the camera— “Is that—oh fuck no, you did not just—is that who I think it is?”

“Yes. That is Johnny Suh, in the flesh.” 

It is Johnny Suh in the flesh. He’s scanning through the pictures he’s taken of Jaehyun. You’ve always wanted to meet Johnny. In fact, you’ve followed and adored his work since the beginning of his photography career. When he started to earn more recognition for his work, you couldn’t help but feel happy for him. But now that he’s within a ten metre radius from you, you suddenly don’t know how to act.

“Let me introduce you to him—”

“What?” Your head jerks in Jaehyun’s direction. “Why? Why would—”

“You’ll be working with him.” Jaehyun cuts you off and your mouth falls open. “Don’t tell me you forgot—”

“I don’t remember you telling me that—”

“Y/N, it’s so nice to finally meet you!”

Finally? You turn to see Johnny approaching the both of you. Your hands start to sweat out of nervousness. As Johnny finally stands in front of you, there are a couple of things you’ve noticed. One, he’s incredibly tall. Two, he’s not the slightest bit intimidating. Three, he looks like the sweetest person on Earth. You nervously fiddle with your fingers, a bad habit you can’t seem to break.

“My best buddy Jaehyun here showed me your work,” Johnny begins, “but jokes on him because I’ve been following your Instagram feed for a year now!”

“You’re joking,” you blurt out. “A year now? I would’ve noticed that immediately—”

“Well, I don’t think that matters now because we’ll be working together for Jaehyun’s photoshoot.” Johnny interrupts you in the nicest way possible. You’re in the midst of scrolling through your followers list to find Johnny’s account until Jaehyun places his hand on yours. “Shall we get started, Y/N?”

You and Jaehyun look at each other. A smile begins to spread across Jaehyun’s lips when he sees your eyes light up and sparkle. Are those stars in your eyes—

“First off, it’s such an honour to be working with you.” You gush out and Johnny flushes a deep red. “And yes, we shall get started.”

“Let’s make some memories!”

And you do make memories.

“So, Jaehyun’s been telling me about your wedding coming up in a month.”

You’re in the midst of shoving a spoonful of rice into your mouth when Johnny brings up your wedding. The immediate switch-up in conversation makes you squint your eyes at Jaehyun, who sits right across from you. You place your spoon back down onto your plate, slowly nodding your head. All that is heard is the sizzle of beef on the grill.

“Yes, I’m getting married in a month.” You smile. 

Jaehyun can’t help but notice how bright your smile is. He wonders who you’re getting married to. He wants to know who you’ll be spending the rest of your life with. It makes him happy seeing you happy. But surprisingly, there’s a small chunk of him that’s not. And he’s not sure why.

“How does that feel?” Johnny asks. His eyes slightly widen. “That is, if you’re comfortable talking about your engagement and marriage—”

“Oh, it’s no problem!” You exclaim, reassuring him. Your smile never seems to leave your face. You look like a teenage girl getting giddy over her first crush. “I’m getting married to my boyfriend whom I’ve been in a relationship with for almost nine years.”

“Nine—” Johnny almost chokes on his food. “Nine years?!”

You chuckle. “It’s a long time, huh?”

Jaehyun’s eyebrows knit together. Nine years. You and Jaehyun haven’t spoken to each other for ten years. Your friendship ended ten years ago. That means, Jaehyun must’ve known your fiance—

“I’ve always wished to get married to my high school sweetheart,” Johnny sighs happily. “But it’s nice to see you living my dream. You deserve it.”

You nod your head. “It’s something I’m proud of.”

Johnny nudges Jaehyun. “Hey, aren’t you dating your high school sweetheart too? Mina—”

Jaehyun stares at you. You’re too busy grilling the beef to even notice his burning gaze. He expected to meet eyes with you. Mina is the reason why your friendship with him was destroyed. But why are you acting completely unfazed by the mention of Mina, the woman he’s currently in a relationship with and the woman who tore you two apart? 

“Yeah,” Jaehyun mumbles, looking away from you. “Her name’s Mina. We both met in high school. We’re still going strong.”

Johnny grins. “Are you planning on proposing?”

Jaehyun purses his lips into a tight line. Thoughts cloud his mind. 

He’s always wanted to be with Mina. He’s had the biggest crush on her. It’s a dream come true knowing that Mina is his long-time girlfriend. However, he doesn’t have memories of his ten-year relationship with Mina. He doesn’t remember going out on dates with her. He’s been brought to the future where he has to draw connections and figure ten year’s worth of memories out on his own. 

But why is it that his wishes that have come true, have turned out to be completely different to what he expected it to be? Sure, he’s dating Mina, but he hasn’t heard from her yet. Sure, he’s living the luxurious life, but it’s not as exciting as he thought it would be. Why is he so affected by the news of your wedding? He feels betrayed. He feels like he should’ve been a better friend. He feels guilty.

He shrugs off his thoughts. 

“Soon.”

The night is still young and Johnny is the first one to bid farewell. As you’re both waving Johnny goodbye in front of the Korean restaurant, Jaehyun spots an ice cream parlour across the street. As soon as Johnny’s car is no longer in sight, you’re digging in your purse for your car keys—

“Want to grab ice cream?” Your movements halt to a stop. 

You look up at Jaehyun. “Don’t you think it’s getting a bit late—”

“It’s never too late for ice cream.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Besides, you love ice cream.”

You bite your lip. “I used to love ice cream. I don’t like ice cream anymore. The last time I had ice cream was eight years ago? Seven years ago?”

Jaehyun frowns. “Let me at least treat you to ice cream. You never know, it might revive the love you once had for ice cream.”

“But—” You begin to protest until Jaehyun pouts. You let out a sigh. “Fine.”

The both of you cross the street to get to the ice cream parlour. You’re surprised that the ice cream parlour is still open so late at night. In front of you, there’s a menu filled with several flavours to choose from. Your eyes scan the menu until they stop at a familiar flavour.

“They have pistachio!” You and Jaehyun both say in unison.

You clear your throat. “I should probably try something new.”

Surprisingly, Jaehyun’s heart is beating so fast. He’s not sure why.

The both of you sit out on the small patio with your ice cream cones. To your dismay, you both got the same flavour, pistachio. Jaehyun watches you as you taste your ice cream. Your eyebrows raise. 

“God, who would’ve thought I’d miss this?” You think aloud.

Jaehyun smiles. “Do you regret grabbing ice cream with me now?”

You shake your head in reply. “You know, pistachio wasn’t really my favourite flavour.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “Really? Then what was your favourite flavour?”

“Cookies and cream.” You mumble. “The only reason why pistachio became my favourite flavour was because you introduced it to me. Our classmates always made fun of you for it, calling you an old man for having horrible taste in ice cream, and it made you extremely upset. I forced myself to like the flavour just to make you feel better, so that you would be comfortable having pistachio ice cream with me.”

“Really?” He says softly.

You slowly nod your head. “Really.”

It grows silent. You’re both busy finishing your ice cream cones. Jaehyun can’t help but admire what you’ve done for him back in the day. On the other hand, you feel like you just made things more awkward than it already was.

Jaehyun looks up at the night sky. “Why do you think what happened to us, happened?”

You shrug your shoulders. “I’m not sure, Jaehyun.”

“Do you think things would have turned out differently if we were a bit more—”

You chuckle. “A bit more mature and not some two emotional teenagers going through puberty?”

He laughs. “Yeah.”

“Maybe,” you say after much thought. “Maybe we would’ve been friends still.”

“Are we not friends anymore?” He questions, with eyes filled with hope.

Jaehyun feels his heart crack when you shake your head. You’re giving him a sad smile, something he dreads seeing on your face. He wishes he could erase that image from his mind.

“We both changed in different ways that we don’t know each other like we used to.” You explain, avoiding eye contact. “I’m not the same Y/N you were best friends with ten years ago, Jaehyun. I’m sure it’s the same for you too.”

Ouch. 

“But do you think we still have another chance at being best friends again? Maybe not as best friends, but as friends?”

Your smile brightens when your eyes cheer up. “We might, that is, if you’re willing to give it a shot.”

He mirrors your smile. “I can definitely give it another shot, but only if you are going to do it too.”

“I don’t see why not.”

Turns out Mina is just as famous as he is. 

Him and Mina are often called the power couple. With the both of them being successful models living lavish lives, their relationship has become the goal of every other couple. They wish to be like them. 

“Where were you, babe?”

Sitting in front of the large LED TV, Mina flips through the channels with the remote control. She’s not sparing a single glance at him. He’s kicking off his shoes and making his way to the couch to join her. As he’s sitting next to her on the couch, he leans in to peck her cheek. She flashes him a small smile.

“I had a photoshoot with Johnny and Y/N today.” He answers.

Mina finally settles on a Spiderman movie. She tosses the remote control to the side and glances at him. 

“Y/N?” She questions. “Since when did you reconnect with Y/N?”

Jaehyun scratches the back of his neck. Right. Transparency. It’s what you need in a relationship. But why didn’t he even think about telling his girlfriend? It was like it slipped out of his mind. 

“I got in touch with her because Jungwoo told me that she’s getting married in a couple of weeks.” He explains, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I decided it would be best to clear the bad blood between us, so I asked if she wanted to work with me.”

Mina bites her lip. “She’s getting married?”

He nods his head. “In three weeks. We’re invited, by the way.”

Mina looks into his eyes and holds his hand that’s caressing her cheek. She leans closer to the warmth of his hand and sighs. “When do you think we’ll get married?”

His smile falters. She seems to take notice and a look of disappointment appears on her face. She lets go of his hand and shifts her gaze to the TV screen. 

“Do you want to get married?” He asks.

She scoffs. “I mean, we’ve been dating for ten years.”

“Do you see yourself spending the rest of your life with me?” He whispers.

She lets out a tiring sigh. She grabs the remote control and turns off the TV. Her night is officially ruined and Jaehyun’s the exact reason why. “Here we go again with the same conversation. I’m tired of going in circles, Jaehyun.”

“Circles?”

She looks at him with broken eyes. “All of my friends are getting married. Whenever they ask me about when we’ll be tying the knot, I can’t even give them an answer because—because I don’t know! My parents are wondering when we’ll be getting married and I can’t even tell them when we’ll be getting married.”

“Mina—”

“Do you not see yourself spending the rest of your life with me?” She asks and it comes out barely above a whisper. “Jaehyun, it’s been ten years. I think ten years is more than enough to start settling down together.”

“I—”

She laughs and points at him. “Don’t even try to use your career as an excuse. That excuse is overused. Try thinking of another one, maybe I’ll believe it this time.”

“Mina, babe, I’d love to marry you, but—”

“But?” She chuckles bitterly. “But what? What’s holding you back? There’s nothing holding me back, Jaehyun. I can see that there’s something stopping you. Hell, it’s not even something. It might be someone.”

Jaehyun’s mouth clamps shut. He’s not sure what to say to her. His silence makes her wince and let out a low laugh of disbelief. She huffs out a breath and grabs her phone. 

“I’ll be spending the night at Suhyun’s. If you need me, just give me a call or something.”

His girlfriend leaves him in the comfort of his silence. But his silence is far from comforting. It’s a haunting silence. There’s something stopping Jaehyun from proposing to Mina. There’s something stopping him from settling down with his girlfriend of ten years.

But the thought of that something being someone is a thought that terrifies him.

It’s much more terrifying when that someone could be you.

When Jaehyun gives you your first paycheck for your first photoshoot with him, you decide to invest it in the wedding bouquets. Coincidentally, your day off matched with Jaehyun’s day off, thus, resulting in him accompanying you to the flower shop. Unfortunately, your fiance has a huge project meeting and isn’t able to join you. 

As you step into the flower shop, you’re greeted by a quirky florist. She’s wearing a vibrant pink apron that matches her more muted yellow headband. You’re scanning the flower shop, your eyes settling for the carnations and peonies, even the baby’s breath and roses. 

“What can I do to help the lovely couple?” The florist asks as she approaches you.

You and Jaehyun glance at each other. You’re taken aback. You shake your head. “Sorry, we’re not—we’re not dating. He’s just a friend of mine.”

The florist gasps. “Oh! I’m so sorry!”

You wave it off. “No worries. I was just wondering whether you could help me out with last-minute wedding bouquets for my wedding?”

“When’s your wedding?”

“In three weeks.” You reply. “September twenty-seventh.”

“We can definitely look around and see what you like.” The florist insists. “We can then make a decision once you’ve picked your favourites.”

You smile. “Sounds great.”

Jaehyun can’t help but think about how beautiful your smile is. You must love your fiance so much that it makes you extremely happy. Somehow, he wishes he could make you smile like that. It makes his heart ache in ways he didn’t even know it would.

“I’ve always wanted to have peony bouquets.” You mention it to the florist. 

She nods her head vigorously. “We could definitely work with peonies! In case we need fillers, I was wondering if you would be open to have baby’s breath to fill in the gaps of the bouquet.”

“I think that would look lovely.” You chuckle.

“What colour would you want the peonies to be?”

You scan the variety of colours. “Well, my bridesmaids will be wearing dusty blue dresses.” 

The florist hums. “I think white peonies would be the right choice. It’ll compliment the dusty blue, along with your wedding dress.”

You nod in agreement. “I think so too.”

“I’ll start picking out some flowers to arrange them into bouquets for you to choose from.” The florist insists. “I hope you don’t mind.”

You smile. “I don’t mind at all. Work your magic!”

The florist comes up with three different bouquets to choose from. You and Jaehyun are analyzing them carefully. You can’t help but look at the bouquet on the far left. It’s a bouquet filled with white peonies along with some hints of baby’s breath. The bouquet is wrapped with a dusty blue ribbon, complimenting the dusty blue colour scheme you have for your bridesmaids.

“I really like this one,” you point to it. 

“I think so too.” The florist giggles. “I can’t help but imagine how lucky your fiance is, ma’am. You’re glowing! You look so in love.”

You feel your cheeks heat up. “Do I really?”

She nods. “You do! I’m sure your friend here can see it too.”

Jaehyun’s eyebrows raise as the attention is suddenly shifted towards him. You look up at him as if you’re waiting for him to agree. He’s looking back at you, particularly into your eyes that are sparkling with stars and galaxies. 

“Yeah,” Jaehyun mumbles. “I can see it.”

Your smile widens at Jaehyun’s approval. You reach out for the bouquet that you’ve chosen to look closely at the details. Jaehyun still has his eyes on you.

The florist notices Jaehyun’s intense gaze pointed at you and it creates an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach. It’s almost as if she’s looking at a best friend who’s so deeply in love with the other, but is caught at a crossroads; to either tell you that he’s in love with you or to let you get married to someone else.

Two weeks left until your wedding.

You find yourself back at the bridal shop to do last-minute tailoring on your wedding dress. While your mother couldn’t accompany you to the final fitting, she was persistent on not allowing your fiance to see you in your dress. She believed in such superstitions. It was quite funny. 

You think Jaehyun truly wants to get back to being best friends with you again. He’s been doing nothing but help. He helped you when you didn’t ask for it. And here he is, joining you with the final fitting.

You’re standing in front of the mirror, looking at your reflection. The tailor is busy zipping up your dress at the back. The dress fits like a glove, but of course, there are some last-minute changes such as making sure the sequins are placed securely on the bodice of the dress. Once you feel the dress is zipped up, the tailor walks around you in a circle to analyze the dress.

“I think we can adjust the front a bit more.” The tailor suggests and you nod in agreement.

Your wedding dress is an off-shoulder dress. It has see-through sleeves, decorating your arms with subtle flowers and lace. The dress is long enough that it hits the floor. It feels lightweight and effortless. 

“Alright. I think we’re good with the dress. Are there any other changes you want to make?” The tailor asks as she pops in the last pin. 

You shake your head. “I think it’s perfect.”

The tailor smiles. “Shall we show you in your dress to your friend? Maybe he can give in a second opinion. Second opinions are great.”

You nod. “I don’t see why not.”

Jaehyun’s looking at all the dresses in the shop. He’s trying to imagine Mina in each wedding dress that he likes. His argument with Mina never seems to leave his head. Can he imagine seeing Mina walking down the aisle? Does he see himself starting a family with Mina? The doubt alone is enough to make him feel unsettled. A ten year relationship is a relationship headed towards marriage. But why does he feel hesitant? Why does he feel like he’s being held back?

“Mr. Jeong,” the tailor snaps him out of his thoughts. He looks up. “Y/N wants your opinion on the dress. Do you mind checking with her?”

He nods his head. “Sure.”

The tailor opens the curtains of the fitting room and Jaehyun feels the air being knocked out of his lungs. You haven’t looked at him yet because you’re trying to turn around to face him without tripping over your dress. When you’re finally facing him, you look up at him and his mouth slowly parts open in shock. 

You look beautiful.

You look—

“What do you think, Jaehyun?” You ask.

He’s blinking once, twice, until he blurts out. “I think you look perfect.”

You feel your cheeks heat up. “Really?”

“Really.” He laughs breathlessly. “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

You giggle. “Thanks. I guess we don’t need to make any more changes to the dress.”

Jaehyun feels dizzy. You look so beautiful that it hurts. Surprisingly, his troubled thoughts over his relationship with Mina fade away in an instant. You had an effect on him. You surely do.

“Thank you for the ride, Jaehyun.”

Your house is nothing compared to his. It’s not even a house. It’s an apartment. Jaehyun looks out the window and points at the building. “This is where you live?”

You nod. “My fiance and I share an apartment together. But we’re in the process of moving out. After our wedding, we’ll be moving into a small, cozy house.”

“That’s crazy.” He says. “I can’t believe we’re getting old.”

You laugh. “It is crazy. Anyways, I should head inside before my fiance scolds me for letting the food get cold.”

“You probably should do that,” Jaehyun mumbles. “We wouldn’t want an angry fiance, now would we?”

The both of you share a laugh together. You’re both saying goodbyes and as you’re hopping out of the car, Jaehyun sees a figure standing at the lobby of the apartment building. Jaehyun rolls down the window of his car when you gently tap on it. 

“Before you leave, I wanted to ask if you wanted to join us for dinner.” You ask. “I could even introduce you to my fiance, even though you already know him. I guess it’ll sort of be like a mini reunion.”

Jaehyun knows him? He knows your fiance? How? Why? Jaehyun could see the figure walk closer to the both of you. 

He shakes his head. “Oh, no, I wouldn’t want to bother—”

You frown. “Are you sure—”

“Is that Jeong Jaehyun?” 

You look over your shoulder to see your fiance. Jaehyun swears he feels his heart sink. It’s a familiar voice. It’s a familiar face. His smile vanishes from his face. Everything is slowly turning into a nightmare and he wishes he could wake up.

“Cha Eunwoo?”

The dinner table is covered with a variety of side dishes, the main course, and a nice bottle of red wine. The three of you gather around the table, with you and Eunwoo sitting next to each other and Jaehyun sitting right across from you. Jaehyun can’t help but look at Eunwoo.

Eunwoo surely matured. He’s gained more muscle in his arms. He’s still the same good-looking man. 

“I knew I was seeing things right.” Eunwoo chuckles. “Jeong Jaehyun, long time no see.”

You giggle. “Shall we toast to that?”

It’s almost like Jaehyun forgot how to laugh. He fakes a laugh and Eunwoo’s standing up to pop the wine bottle open. He’s pouring each of you a glass of wine. “Let’s toast to this mini reunion!”

“Cheers to that.” You grin as the three of you clink glasses.

Jaehyun’s still in a state of disbelief. The man you’re getting married to is the man his girlfriend used to be in a relationship with. If Eunwoo was the man that Jaehyun dreaded and hated with his whole chest, how much more hatred could he have for him after finding out that he’s the man you’ll be marrying? 

But that’s not what Jaehyun’s bothered by.

Jaehyun’s bothered by the fact that he feels much more affected and heartbroken knowing that Eunwoo’s getting married to you, and not the fact that Eunwoo and Mina somehow didn’t end up together. 

Eunwoo and Mina dating in high school and being the reason why she rejected him was heartbreaking but tolerable.

But Eunwoo being your fiance? But Eunwoo getting married to you? It’s so much more compared to Eunwoo and Mina. 

Why is it bothering him so much? Why does your engagement ring bother him much more after knowing that Eunwoo has the same exact one? 

“You didn’t tell me that Y/N was getting married to Eunwoo. Cha Eunwoo.”

Jungwoo snorts. The both of them are grilling beef in the same private room in the same restaurant where Jaehyun found out about your wedding. But this time around, Jaehyun knows much more. He knows that him and Mina are going through a rough patch in their relationship because of marriage. He knows that you’re getting married to Eunwoo, the man he used to hate because he dated Mina back in high school. 

He also knows that you’re getting married in a couple of days.

“I told you, Jaehyun.” Jungwoo reminds him. “You were just too shit-faced drunk when I told you. That’s probably why you forgot.”

“You told me?” Jaehyun runs his fingers through his hair. 

“And what about it?” Jungwoo pours himself a shot glass of soju before downing it in one go. “Well, from the looks of it, I’m sure you’re pissed—”

“I am. Is it obvious?”

“To me.” Jungwoo shrugs his shoulders. “But probably not to Y/N or Eunwoo.”

“I don’t know why I feel this way,” Jaehyun sighs. “I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I should be happy that Y/N’s getting married to him. She deserves him. I just—and Mina and I are having a rough time right now. She hasn’t come back to the house in a week. She’s been staying at Suhyun’s and—”

“You know,” Jungwoo begins. “Mina always told me that something’s holding you back from settling down with her. I used to think she was joking because I knew that eventually, you would settle down with her. But from what’s happening now, I’m not sure what to believe anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it really does look like something’s holding you back.” Jungwoo mumbles. “Or should I say, someone.”

“Stop making jokes.” Jaehyun downs a shot of soju. “Nothing’s holding me back—”

“Ever since you reunited with Y/N, she’s all you’ve been talking about. You’ve been spending most of your time with her recently, instead of your girlfriend. Your girlfriend is slowly starting to think someone is stopping you from marrying her.” Jungwoo explains all of the valid reasons. “The cherry on top is finding out that Cha Eunwoo is the one Y/N will be marrying.”

“If you’re trying to tell me that I’m in love with Y/N, I’m not—”

“I didn’t say anything about you being in love with Y/N,” Jungwoo cuts him off. “But since you think I’m trying to tell you that, it tells me that you’re conflicted. You’re conflicted with your feelings.”

“I’m not—”

“You are.” Jungwoo folds his arms. “It’s all crystal clear to me now. The reason why you can’t get married to Mina is because there’s someone holding you back. You’re not even aware of it yourself.”

“And you think that someone is—”

“Y/N?” Jungwoo finishes it off for him. “Yes. One hundred percent. Y/N is that person. You can’t accept the fact that she’s getting married to the man who once stole Mina from you. You can’t accept the fact that not only did the same man date your girlfriend, but is also getting married to your best friend.”

“God, you didn’t have to be so upfront about it.”

“Did I really have a choice?” Jungwoo smirks.

“No, not really—”

Jungwoo sighs. “Well, have you realized it yet?”

“Realized what?”

“That you’re in love with Y/N.” Jungwoo answers. 

“I’m not in love with Y/N—”

“You are.” Jungwoo presses. “If you weren’t in love with Y/N, you wouldn’t be having dinner with me tonight. You wouldn’t be following Y/N around like a lost puppy. And you would most definitely be getting married to Mina.”

Jaehyun places his face into his hands. 

“God, I am in love with Y/N.”

“So, what are you going to do about it now?” Jungwoo chuckles lightheartedly. He cracks a joke. “Are you going to crash her wedding?”

“You are not crashing her wedding.”

“I am.”

“You’re not, and I’ll make sure of it!”

Jaehyun and Jungwoo continue with their endless back-and-forth bicker as they head to the wedding venue. Your wedding is going to start in two hours but Jaehyun was insistent on getting to the venue earlier in hopes of stopping your wedding just in time. Jungwoo, however, has different plans. Jungwoo wants this wedding to happen because you deserve happiness, not a huge mess of a man named Jeong Jaehyun who—

“We’re here. Unbuckle your seatbelts, the show’s about to start.”

Jungwoo’s terrified.

“Let’s get it, boys.”

“I think I’d rather hide behind a huge flower pot instead, thank you very much.” Jungwoo mumbles as Jaehyun locks his car with his keys. 

Jaehyun’s sure of one thing, he’s in love with you. You’re the reason why he’s feeling this way. You’re the reason why he can’t settle down with his girlfriend. You’re the reason why he’s been smiling a lot more lately. You’re the reason why he can’t seem to imagine seeing anyone else walking down the aisle but you. 

And man, is he selfish. 

“Where’s the bride?” He asks one of the wedding planners.

The wedding planner raises an eyebrow. “And you are?”

“Jeong Jaehyun,” he says softly. “I’m a best friend of Y/N. I want to give her my blessings and wishes, personally.”

“She’s in that room.”

Jaehyun follows the direction of her finger. The door to the room is shut. He sucks in a breath and exhales deeply. Here goes nothing. He knocks on the door and it takes a couple of seconds for the door to open. A woman, who you assume to be one of your friends, opens the door and pokes her head out.

“Hi, can I help you?” She questions.

“Can I have a word with Y/N?” Jaehyun asks.

“Is that Jaehyun?” He hears you ask from inside of the room. “If it is, let him in!”

The woman steps aside for Jaehyun to enter the room. He sees you sitting on one of the chairs in your wedding dress. He finds himself looking at you in awe. It’s like he’s seeing you in your dress for the first time. Your hair is styled up into a low-bun with some strands of your hair framing your face. You’ve ditched the glasses and replaced them with contact lenses. He always thought your eyes looked beautiful, and they truly are. 

“Hey, you.” You smile.

He feels himself grow shy. “Hey. Uh, can I talk to you?”

You look at him questioningly. “Sure.”

“Alone?”

You feel uneasy. You glance at your friend, Joy. She nods her head and silently excuses herself out of the room, closing the door behind her. Once you’re both left alone in the room, you clear your throat. “What is it that you wanted to talk about?”

“I—I just thought that it was best to get this off my chest—”

“Get what off your chest?” You ask. “Jaehyun, you’re making me nervous—”

“I’m in love with you.”

Jaehyun feels a huge weight being lifted off of his shoulders. 

You gulp nervously. “What—What did you just say?”

“I know this is all so sudden and we literally just got back to being friends but this has been bothering me for the longest time. I couldn’t think straight and then I found out that you’re getting married to Eunwoo—”

“And so, you’re just going to turn up to my wedding and tell me that you’re in love with me?” You scoff. “Why are you telling me this now? Of all days, why my wedding day?”

“I know it might seem like I’m selfish, but—”

“Because you are.” You cut him off. “Jaehyun, remember how I told you that we’ve both changed in ways that we don’t know each other like we used to.”

“But I’m still the same, Y/N. I’m still the same Jaehyun you knew.”

You let out a sigh. “I’ve always been in love with you, Jaehyun. You were someone special to me. But we can’t turn back time. We’ve changed. I’ve changed. I’ve moved on and so did you. I fell in love with Eunwoo and you fell in love with Mina—”

“You were in love with me?” He whispers.

His eyes are gradually filling up with tears. You purse your lips into a tight line. You can’t find the courage to look at him in the eye because you know it’ll make you feel some sort of way. It will bring back feelings you’ve forced yourself to stop feeling.

You nod. “I was.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, wiping away the tears that managed to slip down his cheeks. “Well fuck, now I can’t really stop you from getting married, huh?”

“You were just a little too late, Jaehyun.” You frown. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize.” He shakes his head. “You don’t need to apologize. You deserve to be happy. I think it was just the spur of the moment that’s making me this way.”

“I’m sorry, Jaehyun. I really am.”

“I just want you to be happy, alright? For me.” He smiles through the pain.

“Jaehyun…” You trail off.

“Don’t worry about me.” He reassures you, even though he looks like he’s not having the best time in his life. He glances down at his watch. “You should probably get ready. Your wedding’s about to start. I should probably get going.”

As Jaehyun’s about to leave you, you softly call out his name. He stops at the door with his hand wrapped around the doorknob. As he’s looking over his shoulder, his heart shatters.

“I just wanted to thank you for being there for me for the past month,” you beam. “I’m grateful that you reached out to me. You’re a true best friend.”

He smiles. “Thank you for giving our friendship a second chance.”

Jungwoo sees Jaehyun stepping out of the room. With the defeated look on Jaehyun’s face, Jungwoo knows things didn’t turn out the way he wanted it to be. “So, it didn’t work out?”

“What do you think?”

“I don’t think it did.” Jungwoo frowns. “Man, you took the biggest L. I even brought a party popper to celebrate if things did work out.”

Jaehyun stops in his tracks and Jungwoo almost bumps into him. He turns around and raises an eyebrow at his friend. “Really? A party popper?”

“I honestly thought things would turn out well. I thought you would get the biggest W. I was prepared. But it’s sort of sad that it didn’t.” Jungwoo sighs sadly. “What am I going to do with this party popper now? Pop it?”

Jungwoo’s pulling out the party popper from the inner pocket of his suit. Jaehyun can’t help but snort at his friend’s dorkiness. Jungwoo looks at him questioningly but Jaehyun shakes his head. 

“How do I work this thing—”

“Maybe this is a sign that I should marry Mina—”

Pop! The both of the flinch at the sound. The confetti falls down in the air, with some of it landing on Jaehyun’s hair. He stares at one of the confetti that is slow to fall down, it’s almost like it’s floating in the air. 

“This feels familiar.” He says softly.

“What feels familiar?”

Jaehyun ignores Jungwoo and closes his eyes. 

He wishes things would go back to how they used to be. He wishes to be back in the parking lot of his senior year homecoming venue. He wishes to turn back time. He wishes to return to the night of senior year homecoming, where he was counting down the minutes left until his birthday. 

Maybe things would turn out right this time.

“Jaehyun! Are you even listening to me?”

Jaehyun’s eyes flutter open at the sound of your voice. When his eyes open, the first thing he sees is you. You’re sitting right across from him. He huffs out a breath when he notices that you’re wearing glasses and your face has changed. You look much younger, almost like how you looked when you were in high school. Wait—

“Jaehyun.” You repeat yourself. 

He blinks. “What?”

“Were you even listening to me?” You ask him again. 

“S-Sorry, what were you saying?” He stutters.

You chuckle, shaking your head at how adorable your best friend is. Jaehyun looks down to see that you’re both sitting on a checkered picnic blanket. You’re both sitting underneath a tree, having a small picnic together. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion. 

“Wait, before you repeat yourself.” Jaehyun begins. “What’s the date today?”

You give him a funny look. “Are you joking? It’s your birthday.”

“It is?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle. “Are you alright? Are you still hungover from all those after-homecoming party drinks we had?”

“Homecoming was last night?” He scratches the back of his head.

“Yes. Homecoming was last night and you were about to confess your feelings to Mina but you found out that Eunwoo’s her boyfriend. You got shit-faced drunk because you were heartbroken and—oh, that’s probably why you’re still hungover… you had a lot of drinks last night.” You explain.

He sighs with relief. “Oh, thank God. Thank God, Mina rejected me.”

“Are you listening to yourself right now? Do you have a fever? What’s wrong—”

Jaehyun grabs your cheeks and pulls you in for a kiss. You stiffen out of surprise and shock until you find yourself melting into the kiss when he pulls you closer. There are butterflies in the pit of your stomach. Jaehyun’s heart is thumping out of his chest and he’s more than sure that you can hear it. 

When you both pull away, he shyly looks away from you.

“Did you just kiss me?”

“Maybe.”

“Why?” You whisper. “Is there something wrong with you? Are you sure you’re not sick or something?”

“Maybe I kissed you because I’m in love with you.”

He’s… in love with you? It was just last night that Jaehyun got his heart broken after finding out that Mina’s dating Eunwoo. It was just last night where you got your heart broken when Jaehyun told you about his plans on confessing to Mina. Since when did Jaehyun fall in love with—

“Me?” You blurt out. “You’re in love with me?”

“I feel shy—”

“Shut up, say it again.” You grab a couple of grapes from your lunch container to chuck at him. He covers his face too late. “You’re in love with me?”

“Yes. I am.”

You don’t need to tell Jaehyun that you’re in love with him. He knows. He knows by the way your smile slowly appears across your lips. He knows by the way you look at him.

You’ve always been in love with him.

That’s all that matters.

“Good, because I’m in love with you too.” You bite back a smile. “I’ve always been.”

“I know.”

“It’s not the time to be cocky, Jaehyun.”

author’s note. and now i will take my three-week break to study for midterms LMAO but don’t worry! i will still be active just to reply to messages and asks so i won’t be gone for long. i hope you liked this short fic! and thank you so much for reading!

[joonessence]

The cough drop // jjk

summary: Jungkook enchants you from the second he catches your eyes from the stage of the small venue. You already know you’re gonna be falling in too deep. 

wc: 2,427

tags: jk fluff i guess idk what to call this, band au 

notes: this is way longer than i meant for it to be but it was so fun to write, also let me know if i should make it into a series??? possibly??  part 2 is here!

You had gone to a show with your friends for some unknown band. You’re sitting at a high table with your head supported by your hand; you’d had a long day at work and just wanted to go home. You stared at your untouched drink that had been set there by your friends earlier that night thinking of exactly which pyjamas you were going to change into when you got home; you couldn’t wait. Looking up, someone was already staring at you, eyes partially shielded by his drenched hair. He’s overwhelming from the second you meet eyes.

Your breath caught unexpectedly in your throat causing you to choke and cough. You feel your cheeks burning as you try to regulate your breathing. Once you find your natural state again, you glance up to see him still staring at you but his lips are curled up in a smirk. 

You try to carry on as usual for the rest of the night until it’s acceptable for you to excuse yourself to go home but you feel his eyes on you. You turn to look at him again only to discover that he’s walking in your direction, holding something in his hand. In under a second you decide to act indifferent towards him, already expecting him to pester you. When he reaches you, he taps your shoulder and holds out his hand.

“Here, you looked like you needed this earlier.” His words sound sweet but the sly smile on his face betrays him; it’s not what you were expecting.

You look down in his hand to find a cough drop. Inside, you want to laugh but you can’t give him the satisfaction. You look up with your best blank stare.

“Do you just carry these around so that you have a reason to talk to unsuspecting girls?”

The stranger laughs so loudly at that, throwing his head back and grabbing onto your table to steady himself. When he calms down, he opens the wrapper to the cough drop and pops it into his mouth. 

“No, but that was funny! I keep them for after we get off stage and my throat is scratchy,” he says with the cough drop pushed against his cheek. “What’s your name?”

You’re quiet as you try to analyze him, searching for his true intention behind talking to you. When you’re silent for a beat too long, he continues.

“I’m Jungkook, my band is the one that was playing earlier.” He looks smug, like he’s trying to impress you.

“That’s nice, Jungkook, but if you’ll excuse me I’ll be getting back to my friends now.” You say it like you mean it, but you don’t really mean it. You meet his eyes and he throws his head back again as if you’ve just said the world’s funniest joke.

“Babe, I’ve been looking at you for a while; you’re not even interested in talking to them. I thought I’d come here and offer you my companionship.” He’s still smiling and his eyes are twinkling, you can feel yourself sinking deeper into his charm.

“What makes you think I want the companionship of a stranger,” you point at him, almost poking him in the chest, then move your hand to refer to the other people sitting at your table, “over my friends?”

“Well, by the way you lost your breath when I looked at you earlier, I’d hazard a guess that you wanna talk to me.” He looks so pleased when your cheeks flame up.

“I’ll have you know that I’m getting over a cold and THAT is why I was coughing,” you say hoping he doesn’t see through your lie.

He laughs and puts his hands up, in mock defeat while reaching for something from his back pocket. He pulls out a pen and leans over to the table to scribble something on the wrapper of the cough drop. 

“Well, when you decide you want to talk to me, here’s my number,” Jungkook states while sliding the wrapper over to you.

“If. If I decide to talk to you,” you correct.

He smiles softly and shakes his head, you almost mistake it as an endeared action but you know your eyes must be deceiving you. 

“Okay, if you decide to talk to me, there it is,” Jungkook says as he’s walking backwards to get back to his table, still looking at you. 

You let out a shaky breath, glad that you’re by yourself again. Only, you think to yourself, he wasn’t as bad as you thought he’d be. You know you’ll decide to text him later but what he doesn’t know yet won’t kill him. You finally excuse yourself from your friends, eager to get home and on your drive back you can’t get Jungkook out of your head. His sparkling eyes, the piercings that line his ears, the tattoos he has on display. His image and his words are engraved in your brain.

You throw your keys onto the coffee table when you get back to your apartment and head to your room. You look at the wrapper with Jungkook’s number written on it. Trying to convince yourself that you have no idea why you took it is futile, you know exactly why you did. Against all logic, you take your phone and type a message to him.

[you]: DONT take this as me deciding to talk to you 

[you]: i was just wondering if you could tell your tall buff band member that i liked his voice

You laugh to yourself for a second before worrying he won’t get that you aren’t serious. You set your phone down and try to push down the regret that’s spreading throughout your body. Your phone dings and you reach for it immediately. 

[coughkook]: oooh :( my wounded feelings i’ll never recover

[coughkook]: i won't be tell anyone anything

[coughkook]: but

[coughkook]: you can come to our next gig and maybe i’ll let you talk to him

You roll your eyes at his last message. “Let you talk to him,” you scoff and look at your phone when it dings again.

[coughkook]: it’s next friday at 8 i’ll send the address

You don’t respond after he sends it, wanting to keep Jungkook on his toes. Truthfully, you’ve already decided to go and are drafting up an excuse to cancel the plans you had with your friends.

You don’t talk to Jungkook for the next five days, until you show up to the address he sent you. You take a seat halfway between the stage and the door and look around to find Jungkook on stage with his band members. He’s talking to the buff member you mentioned to him last week, the one you thought was cute but not nearly as enchanting as Jungkook. He spots you and leaps down the stairs of the stage, god he’s so cute.

“You came,” he says with a big, too bright smile compared to the dark atmosphere of the small venue. “We go on in like, ten minutes; I hope you’re ready to be blown away.”

You scoff and roll your eyes. Jungkook needs his ego taken down a notch or two but you still find him captivating.

“Yeah, yeah just go warm up,” you say with false annoyance and send him a small grin.

He runs back to the stage and gives you a thumbs up and that same blinding smile. Your head shakes involuntarily but in your head, you know you’re locked in for good. When the lights to the venue dim even more, you sit up straight to capture every moment of Jungkook while he’s performing. You’re not ready for the next 45 minutes you experience. Jungkook’s voice is so beautiful and so full of every emotion you can think of. You can’t look away even if you tried to. Is it the stage lights or is he actually glowing? His presence overpowers everything. The way he moves with a purpose on the stage, his hand pushing his hair out of his face every so often, his eyes locking with yours. You won’t forget any of it.

When Jungkook and his band are done, he looks to you and holds up his index finger to let you know he’ll be back in a moment. You’re thankful, you feel like you need an infinite amount of time to wrap your head around what happened enough for you to speak coherent sentences. Jungkook walks around the side of the stage and practically floats to you. As he gets closer to your table he points to a full glass of water you had ordered for him earlier with a smile and shoots his eyebrows up, as if to ask if it was for him. You motion for him to go ahead and he downs the whole glass in one go. Endearingly shaking your head at him has become second nature to you by now. He slams the glass down on the table and clears his throat.

“Well?” he asks, expectantly.

“Well what?” you reply knowing what he’s asking for but playing dumb anyway.

“Well what did you think?” you’re silent so he continues, “Of us? Of me?”

“Oh that! Yeah, it was good, I guess.” It was more than good but you don’t want to inflate his already too large ego. 

“Just ‘good’? You were on the edge of your seat the whole time! You basically fell out of the chair!” he says, exasperatedly. He narrows his eyes at you, “I see right through you, you know.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you say and hop off your chair. You push his shoulder to direct him to the table where his band members are. “Aren’t you gonna introduce me anyway?”

He groans but leads you there where he introduces you to them. It’s obvious that they’re more like friends than bandmates. There’s four in the band with him, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, and Seokjin, and two friends Yoongi and Taehyung. You decide within a few minutes you like them all a lot. 

“So you met Kookie at our last gig, right?” Namjoon asks. He’s the buff one.

“Ah, yeah. He bothered me until I gave in and messaged him, didn’t you ‘Kookie’? ” you joke and turn your head to see him roll his eyes and huff.

“Sounds like him, when are you gonna stop bothering strangers?” Hoseok directs to Jungkook. 

“I can’t believe you guys are actually falling for this! I had her swooning for me the second she saw me,” Jungkook retaliates.

You wish what he said wasn’t true but you know it is. And seeing him with his friends doesn’t help the growing feelings in your chest. You spend the rest of the night talking with them and learning every embarrassing piece of information you can about Jungkook, you’ll use it all later. Way too often do you lose yourself in staring at Jungkook. He’s too alluring for his own good. When the night comes to an end, Jungkook offers you a ride home. Normally, you wouldn’t accept but you couldn’t refuse the way he begged you to go with him. In the car, Jungkook complains about how you spent too much time talking to his friends rather than him.

“Wait… did you think I was there for you?” You cover your mouth in faux embarrassment to accompany your act.

Jungkook’s head turns towards you. He’s got his mouth open in shock and he’s trying to come up with words when you take pity on him.

“I’m just kidding, Jungkook. Of course I went for you. You were really good,” you flush pink as you say it but not as pink as Jungkook flushes when he hears it.

“Thank you,” he mumbles and you laugh out loud.

The rest of the ride is spent with you teasing him for getting jealous and him teasing you back for getting so caught up in watching him. Neither of you deny it because you both know you can’t. Jungkook rolls to a stop in front of your apartment building and looks at you.

“I’ll message you when I get home, okay?”

You nod and let out a breathy “okay.” You thank him and tell him goodnight and walk up the stairs to the lobby of the building. You turn to look at him and he gives you a confused look.

“Why aren’t you going in yet?” he shouts.

You laugh loudly. “I wanna watch you drive away!”

He makes a face and you giggle. 

“Get back in your car, Kookie.” You shoo him with your hand.

He laughs to himself and it's his turn to shake his head at you but he listens to your instructions anyway. You watch him drive off until you can’t. You can’t think straight so much that you might as well levitate up to your apartment. Jungkook makes you dizzy. You’re not even sure how you changed out of your clothes and got into bed with less than half a brain left. You don’t wait long for Jungkook’s message.

[coughkook]: i’m home :)

[coughkook]: thanks for coming <3

You smile to yourself and respond wasting no time.

[you]: thanks for inviting me! :)

[coughkook]: come to our next one?

[coughkook]: if you can

[coughkook]: the boys liked you, thought you were funny. they want you to come again

You roll your eyes at Jungkook’s ego again.

[you]: hmm the boys or you?

[coughkook]: the boys AND me want you to come again

Your heart beats faster in your chest. You weren’t expecting Jungkook to be so honest, so quickly. You definitely would go again, definitely will go again, actually. 

[you]: oooh you like me so much

[you]: i’ll come

[coughkook]: ugh

[coughkook]: yes but i know you like me too so we’re even

[you]: hm

[you]: that’s fine with me

[coughkook]: good

[coughkook]:i’ll text you in the morning, goodnight <3

[you]: goodnight kookie

You assume he won’t see it until morning but you send him another message anyway but you’re surprised to see that he responds immediately. Wasn’t he supposed to be asleep or could he not sleep because he was replaying every moment he had with you, the same way you were doing with him.

[you]: i wasn’t sick

[coughkook]: i know LOL you thought i was pretty didn’t you?

[you]: ugh yes but i know you think i’m pretty too so we’re even

Your face burns at Jungkook’s last message of the night. 

[coughkook]: yeah but even if we weren’t even i would still think you’re the prettiest girl i’ve seen

[sternbilder]

Gyu-hyuk's Epilogue 3 (Re-translated)

#Buried Stars spoilers

OMG okay, I feel like I need to expand on this, because YES, it does;

So the line you're referring to is the one where Gyu-hyuk tells Do-yoon, "딛고 일어서," which, to break it down: 딛다 means to overcome or get over something, and 일어서다 means to stand up. Grammatically speaking, this is in the imperative mood, so in a very literal sense, "get over it" is...technically...an accurate translation.

However.

In the context of the scene, I think this is misleading. In the official translation, Gyu-hyuk sounds weirdly cold and dismissive, but imo he doesn't actually come off that way in the original text? I read the "Get over it" line as more like...Encouraging? Motivational? Than dismissive, personally. It's clear to me that he's comforting Do-yoon, and I was honestly surprised at the tone whiplash in the translation.

Don't get me wrong, this scene is unsettling. It feels "off" somehow. But it's not because Gyu-hyuk is being dismissive of Do-yoon's feelings when Do-yoon is clearly still incredibly traumatized, but rather:

Because Gyu-hyuk himself seems relatively unfazed, in stark contrast to Do-yoon (Not to mention the strong Dutch angle on that CG. Come On. It just adds to the subtle creepiness of Gyu-hyuk's weirdly serene smile?)

Because one of Gyu-hyuk's biggest flaws is his tendency toward codependency, and of course

Because Gyu-hyuk is the one responsible for the murders, which is like. A pretty big part of Do-yoon's trauma.

At the time that you get this epilogue for the first time, it's likely that you haven't actually seen the true ending yet. So unless you know what happens, it's easy to chalk (1) up to Gyu-hyuk's personality—or at least, the calm and level-headed front that he puts up. You have enough evidence to arrive at (2) by this point, but it's not until you learn (3), which obviously isn't revealed until the true ending, that you realize what a deeply broken person Gyu-hyuk really is.

Without some of this background, the scene honestly reads as, idk, a bit uncomfortably codependent maybe but also...Very Heavily Romantic, in a fucked up, vaguely problematic and unhealthy way? Incidentally, I was looking up a Korean let's play of this scene on Youtube so that I could transcribe it and the streamer I was watching also was straight up like, "Why does it feel like he's flirting with me" and "Oh this feels like a romance" so I know I'm not the only one thinking this LMAO.

TL;DR This epilogue doesn't feel "wrong" because Gyu-hyuk is being insensitive and selfish, but rather the opposite—if anything, his tone is excessively warm and sweet, almost bordering on smothering.

Anyway, because I really, really hate how this scene was translated, I'm going to take a crack at a fan translation that (hopefully) captures the effect of the original text a bit better? I've highlighted the lines that I think have the greatest diff:

Original Text

GH: 또 심각한 얼굴이네. 무슨 ���각을 그렇게 해?

DY: 그냥 뭐… 이것저것. 형은 아직 여유가 좀 있나 봐? 맨날 문병 오는 거 보면.

GH: 여유 있긴, 너 보러 시간을 빼는 거지. ...오늘은 좀 어때?

한도윤은 창틀을 매만졌다.

DY: 복잡해. 사람들이… 그렇게 됐으니까.

GH: … 지금은, 너만 생각해.

어깨를 토닥이는 손길에 저도 모르게 움츠렸다.

GH: 아, 미안…

DY: 아냐. 내가 아직… 다 낫질 않아서.

GH: 얼마나 걸리든 푹 쉬어, 다 나을 때까지. 복잡한 머리도 풀릴 때까지. 내가 있잖아.

이규혁의 말에 고개를 들었다. 따스한 눈길이 한도윤을 바로 본다.

GH: 너, 나… 우리 두 사람은 살아남았어. 힘들면 기대. 내가… 언제든지 곁에 있을테니까. 도윤이 네가 구해준 덕분에 난 여기 있어. 언제까지라도 널 배신하지 않을 거야.

눈앞이 흐릿해지더니, 볼에 뜨거운 무언가가 흘러내렸다. 눈꺼풀 밑으로 스러져간 얼굴들이 아른거렸다.

GH: 괜찮아.

이규혁의 손이 다시 한번 어깨를 토닥였다.

GH: 서로 의지하면서 살아가자.

고개 숙인 한도윤이 이규혁의 팔을 붙잡았다. 바람이 흔들리는 창문 소리가 적막한 병실을 울렸다.

GH: 도윤아, 딛고 일어서. 내가 곁에 있을 거야.

다정한 목소리가 멀게만 들렸다.

Official Translation

GH: You look somber again. What’s on your mind this time?

DY: Just a few things… Aren’t you supposed to be busy? You visit me every day.

GH: Busy, but I always have time to drop by to see you. How are you feeling today?

Do-yoon touched the windowsill with his hand.

DY: Complicated, considering what happened to them…

GH: Focus on yourself for now.

He fidgeted as Gyu-hyuk patted him on the shoulder.

GH: I’m sorry…

DY: No, it’s just that… I’m still recovering.

GH: Just take as much time as you want until you’re fully recovered. And I hope you can stop worrying so much, too. I’ll stand by your side.

Do-yoon raised his head to listen to Gyu-hyuk. He was staring at Do-yoon with an affectionate eye.

GH: You and me, we’ve survived. Lean on me when things are rough. I’ll always be there for you… I’m standing here because you saved me. I’ll never betray you.

Do-yoon’s eyes blurred, and tears rolled down his cheeks. The faces of their departed friends glimmered under his eyes.

GH: I’m okay.

Gyu-hyuk patted Do-yoon on the shoulder again.

GH: We’ll watch each other’s backs.

Do-yoon lowered his head and grabbed Gyu-hyuk’s arm. The sound of the rattling window hit the walls of the still hospital room.

GH: Do-yoon, get over it. You have me.

His kind voice seemed so distant.

My Translation

GH: You have that somber look on your face again. What’s on your mind?

DY: Oh, you know… This and that. I guess your schedule must be pretty free still? You’ve been visiting me every day.

GH: I wish. I’m actually making time to come see you. How are you feeling today?

Do-yoon adjusted the windowsill a bit.

DY: It’s complicated. You know… considering what happened to them.

GH: …You should try to worry about yourself for now.

Do-yoon couldn’t help but flinch reflexively as Gyu-hyuk touched his shoulder.

GH: Oh, sorry…

DY: No, it’s OK. It’s… just that my injuries are still healing.

GH: Take as much time as you need and rest until you’re fully recovered. And until your anxieties quiet down a bit, too. You know I’m here for you.

Do-yoon lifted his head as he said this. Gyu-hyuk was watching him with his warm gaze.

GH: You and I… We’re survivors. Lean on me when things are tough. Because I’ll… always be by your side. The only reason I’m here today is because you saved me, Do-yoon. I’ll never betray you, no matter what.

Do-yoon’s vision blurred, and hot tears began to roll down his cheeks. The faces of the deceased wavered beneath his closed eyelids.

GH: It’s all right.

Gyu-hyuk patted him on his shoulder once again.

GH: We’ll have each other to depend on from now on.

Do-yoon lowered his head and grasped Gyu-hyuk’s arm. The sound of the wind rattling the windowpane echoed throughout the quiet hospital room.

GH: Do-yoon, you'll overcome this. I’ll be right here beside you.

His voice was kind, but it somehow sounded distant.

[t3tsubaby]

Well idk if you're still bored in class (or not) then can I ask headcanon college au! (I'm not suprised if there are fangirls in college) of Oikawa meets a fem! S/O that is cold and emotionless? Oh and she could be also harsh if you meet her for the first time. Oikawa tries to flirt and charm her. And when he compliments her she just said "thanks" In a emotionless cold tone and walks away. How would he react that? But her true personality behind doors is unsure of her feelings and finds it difficult to deal with it.

I’m definitely totally not basing this off of my personality at all but this is such a good request tysm!! Also sorry this took so long I had some exams.

Oikawa meeting a cold fem! S/O

Genre: fluff? I think? very cute tho

Word Count: 1.1k

We all know Oikawa grew up with a “coldhearted” best friend Iwa who was and is the definition of tough love

By this, despite everything, Iwaizumi always cared for him, no matter how aggressive he seemed to be

Now despite all of what I just said, I think Oikawa would be kinda shocked that there’s a woman who isn’t charmed by him

There was that one instance that Kiyoko ignored him and he went in full denial mode, so I kinda feel like he would be like this but 10x worse

So you’re both in college and you’re looking to sign up for some clubs and you see that the volleyball team needs a manager

You thought it would be simple and you could not only make friends at your school but you could also make friends with people from other schools at games

You’ve always been called coldhearted and somewhat emotionless and you knew that university was the prime time to make lifelong friends

You considered it a win-win situation

That was of course until Oikawa popped up behind you, all bubbly and flirty(let’s pretend covid doesn’t exist)

He would lowkey kabedon you but just one arm at your side so it’s less creepy considering he’s literally a stranger at this point

“Ah what’re you looking at? Are you looking to be our manager? Now I can play volleyball and look at a pretty girl,” he said with a grin

You moved out of the kabedon and said a quick “Thanks” not smiling and walked away with the application sheet in your hand

Too stunned, Oikawa just stared at your shrinking figure walking away

Okay time skip to when you’re starting to be a manager and learning the ropes of the game

(For the story’s sake let’s pretend that all the Aoba Johsai boys are also on the same college team)

The team teaches you the basic rules, positions, and anything else you need to learn, you are taught by the coach or the internet

You have a journal and a section is dedicated to each player, which you’re able to easily analyze and figure out strengths and weaknesses

And the team absolutely adores you for this

They buy you snacks and do homework with you

And throughout all of this Oikawa’s flirting never stops

And you continue to give no response or a one-worded reply

Oikawa even goes to the lengths of asking his friends how to get you to talk to him

Iwaizumi tells him “Stop bothering her and focus on practice and not hurting your knee,” while dragging him back to the court

The rest of the team agrees and you continue on your managerial duties

You’ve already noticed his knee injury and make sure to keep an eye out for him secretly to make sure he isn’t overworking

Okay so now let’s fast forward to a game

The team is very protective of you because everyone tries to flirt with you because you’re that pretty

You all walk into the gym and are faced with the other team

The boys go ahead and start warmups and you’re approached by the captain of the other team, who just so happens to be your cousin!

You guys start talking and you’re laughing and enjoying speaking to him as the rest of the team stares in shock

Emphasis on kawa because his jaw is actually on the floor

He comes up and grabs your wrist and pulls you a foot away

“Nobody takes my y/n, go back onto your own turf,” and he sticks his tongue out

Before you get a chance to explain he pulls you to the bench where the coach is and sits you down

“Nice and safe now right y/n. I saved the day, for that, I deserve maybe a kiss on the cheek?” he asked with a subtle wink

“No. Go back to warm up, the team is waiting. If I see that your knee is hurting, I’ll bench you for the entire game,” you replied, not even batting an eye at his question.

“Can I get a kiss if I play the whole game without hurting my kn-”

“No. Goodbye,” you shooed him off.

During the game, Oikawa felt his knee feel weak as it pulsated and throbbed but decided to keep his mouth shut and make sure he didn’t show any pain on his face.

The game ended with you guys winning and you all decided to go celebrate with some shave ice

You thanked the other team and said goodbye to your cousin, expecting Oikawa to drag you away but to your surprise, he wasn’t there, nor was he even in the gym

You told the rest of the boys to wait outside and decided to look for Oikawa

After walking around for a bit you noticed a barely lit hallway and saw him curled up into a ball against the wall, crying  with his head on his unhurt knee and the other one sticking out

With a closer look, you could see the redness and imagined how much he was hurting

You slowly sat down next to him and pulled out a rapid ice pack

After breaking it, you wrapped it in a towel so it wouldn’t be as cold and gently placed it on his knee

With the change in temperature, Oikawa lifted his head and noticed you tending to his injury

He didn’t say anything, feeling guilty

“Y/n, I’m sorry, I should’ve told y-”

“Shut up,”

You both stayed quiet until you put your hand in his to provide him some comfort

“Y/n seriously I’m so sor-,”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up,” you cut him off again. Worried you were being too intense, you put your head on his shoulder.

He smiled and put his head on top of yours, but planted a kiss before doing so

“Does this mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend y/n,”

“Maybe if you ask properly,”

He started blushing and used his unoccupied hand to cover his face in embarrassment

“Y/n please be my girlfriend,”

“Okay whatever,” you replied, also feeling embarrassed but smiling

He smiled and leaned his head on yours again

“Thank you for caring for me, I hope to make you happy forever,”

You squeezed his hand, unsure of a reply but Oikawa knew you reciprocated the same feelings.

BONUS:

After 10 minutes of waiting around, Makki decided to go look for you and Oikawa because they were hungry and wanted to leave.

They stuck together and looked around until they saw you two sleeping and holding hands

Groaning, Matsukawa handed $10 to a grinning Iwaizumi who just said “Knew it.”

I hope you enjoyed it!! I may have gone a bit overboard but it was such a cute prompt I just kept on going on with it.

[kpop-cakepops]

okok so my idea for snuggle donation continuation:

after/during the horror movie, they fall asleep in each other’s arms. and then like the girl wakes up before him and gently caresses Wonwoo and plays with his hair blahblahblah and thinks about how much he means to her omg //head in hands//. And like Wonwoo is half-asleep so he probably thinks he’s dreaming like he has NO idea aaarrrgggggg

Idk what happens after maybe they both wake up and are unable to go back to sleep so they go on the roof to look at the stars STILL in each other’s arms and they just exist together. Maybe it could end with Wonwoo looking at her and thinking.....thoughts? (like damn i wanna kiss her so bad) But she has no idea. And so the mutual pining continues but on steroids.

I just realized that the hip-hop half of my bias line (Vernon and Wonwoo) sleeps with their mouths open while the Vocal half of my bias line (Jeonghan and DK) sleep with their mouths closed 😭 WHY IS THIS EVEN IMPORTANT?! I DONT KNOW 😭

Anyhow! Here is your request, I actually liked this a lot 🥺! Thank you for requesting and hope you enjoy!

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,161

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Snuggle Donation: Pact. // Jeon Wonwoox Fem!Reader

Wonwoo really is beautiful. Y/N came to that conclusion as she did one of her favorite things: watch Wonwoo sleep and play with his pitch-black locks.

"Wow... I guess you're not too bad when you're not being a little baby about everything" she whispered knowing her best friend was so deep in his sleep that he couldn't hear her.

A soft smile came to her lips as she watched his lips part cutely. Cutely? Y/N's thoughts seemed to spin that way lately, finding the things Wonwoo did cute and heartwarming. She had always felt that way about her friend, it was normal, but everything she'd always felt about her friend seemed to be exalted lately.

Y/N's mind started to go back in time, thinking of all the times Wonwoo had been there for her. When no one wanted to talk to her in middle school and kids were writing nasty things on her desk. In high school when a random pregnancy rumor was spread about the two of them. Throughout university when she had contemplated dropping out. When she was too sick to function, he was there to take care of her... in every one of those moments, Wonwoo had stuck by Y/N's side and cheered her on.

Something had been weighing on her lately too. Her mother had been pestering her about dating so she could start preparing for the future and marriage and children too. Y/N hadn't felt the need to get married or have kids, she hadn't even thought about it. She'd only ever just worried about keeping a stable job, having fun, and hanging out with Wonwoo... but Wonwoo wasn't going to be there forever... and that's how she found herself thinking about his future. He was bound to get married at some point, have a pretty wife and pretty kids... and that thought had sent her stomach on a downward spiral.

"Idiot..." she mumbled through teary eyes. "What am I supposed to do when you get married and leave me all alone... I don't know how to be me without my best friend."

Wonwoo was dazed with sleep as he heard her voice. Dreaming about Y/N wasn't anything new for him. It had happened to him since middle school, spending nearly every day with her, it was bound to happen. What he wasn't aware of was that what he was hearing and feeling wasn't a dream. His best friend was in fact playing with his hair, and telling him how much he meant to her... WHICH SHE NEVER DID UNLESS SHE WAS DRUNK.

Wonwoo stirred in his position before unwillingly opening his eyes while Y/N looked down at him with sad ones. The man blinked in confusion, "Y/N?"

The girl cleared her throat and looked back over at the TV that was now playing whatever had followed the scary movie he'd fallen asleep to. "Hey ugly" she greeted with a fake smile. "I thought you'd never wake up"

Wonwoo groaned and stretched himself out. The side of his face pressing to Y/N's tummy causing her insides to become fluff. "I was dreaming"

"Oh really? What about?" She asked peering down at her best friend's sleepy face.

He grinned up at her and reached out to ruffle her hair. "It's a secret."

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully and nudged her legs so he'd get his head off her lap. "We slept through the movie" she whined. "It's midnight now and I'm not sleepy"

"We could always go to the rooftop and have a beer," he said.

That was how they ended up on the rooftop of her apartment building. The two gazing at what little stars the big city lights allowed them to. Y/N found herself huddled up into Wonwoo's side. Lonely thoughts about Wonwoo being gone invading her mind yet again. Meanwhile, all Wonwoo could think of was how nice and warm she felt beside him and how, if he could, he'd love to stay just as they were for a very long time.

"Do you ever think about what life will be like later on?" Wonwoos deep voice reverberated.

Y/N was frozen in her spot as she heard him speak the very thoughts she was having. "You mean like... what we'll be doing in a few years?" Wonwoo nodded in response, face still lifted towards the sky. "Well, I assume we'll be working. I'll hopefully have my own business by then like I've always wanted."

"Do you think we'll get married?" He asked.

Y/N smiled at the wording he used but knew he didn't mean it that way. "Of course. We'll get married, you'll have a pretty wife and pretty kids and I'll have a husband that I... love and... kids..." that I don't even know if I want.

Wonwoo felt a sense of disappointment spread through him. He knew Y/N wouldn't answer his question the way he wanted but hearing her say that she'd be married with kids that were not his was suddenly painful to him. "What if we die alone?" He asked.

"Alone?! Not a chance," she exclaimed as she stretched her hands before her. "I'd rather marry you than die alone," She said almost tentatively. Every time Y/N said something like that it made her feel like she was dipping her toes into a pool of water, one that she was too scared to dive into.

"Should we?" asked Wonwoo catching Y/N by total surprise.

"Huh?"

"Get married, I mean. Should we get married if nothing else works out for us? Make a pact like those people in the movies?" He questioned. Wonwoo was good at hiding his true emotions, and Y/N really couldn't tell how serious he was being so she played along with a little bit of truth.

"A pact. What would the pact consist of?" She asked. "Would it involve you getting on one knee and asking for my hand in marriage?" Her tone was playful but deep inside she wished it did involve that.

"Of course! What type of man do you think I am?" he asked with a grin.

"Okay then, deal. If nothing else works out by 35 then we'll get married to each other and have 1 dog and 2 cats together" She laughed and took a sip of her beer.

Wonwoo smiled as he watched her happily sip at her beer while wrapped up in the blanket she'd taken up with her. It was so hard for him not to grab her and kiss her and just confess everything he felt for her. Yet the fear of losing her and the fear of hearing her say she didn't feel the same way about him, was far stronger than his desire to let it all be known.

"Yeah, if nothing else works out" he repeated quietly.

Guess I'll just have to make sure nothing does until then.

[kissmefriendly]

Since I’m still reeling from The Amelia Project season finale and because I watched this film a few days before the finale, guess I’ll write about it

Thinking of a scene with the Interviewer and Alvina. I personally think it would be more fun (if that’s the word) if she suggested watching Harold and Maude, a film about a boy obsessed with death and an old woman obsessed with life - super reductive synopsis but hey. And the boy consistently fakes his death throughout the film in increasingly over the top ways. 10/10 recommended it. Dark comedy, I’ve seen it a number of times and every time I cry so. Gold star.

So Alvina is the one to suggest it, especially when she finds out he’s never watched it. Maybe Arthur is commending Harold’s fake deaths especially as an untrained kid. Maybe Alvina confessed to not having warmed up to the film until Maude enters it, maybe she says something like “She reminds me of someone” idk. Anyways! The Interviewer loves it but something is a little off that Alvina notices but can’t name, so she puts it away and doesn’t think about it.

(I’m also trying very hard not to spoil anything in either the film or podcast)

And now just imagining all this. They watched it right after setting up shop in France. After Amelia’s and Arthur’s exchange about “When are you going to tell her?” Also, bonus pain points if Amelia is watching with them and isn’t making many quips throughout. Maybe she excused herself or sits it out for Alvina.

All I’m saying is that having rewatched this film right before watching the finale did something to my psyche - the equivalent of having a hangover and then eating the greasiest plate of month old freezer meat you found. But for emotions.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 289: Looks Like the Gang’s All Here

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “you guys don’t really need to know what’s gonna happen to Deku and Shouto right now” and cut away to Toga and Ochako before anyone could get a word in. Skeptic utilized the power of Freak Shounen Coincidence to magically zero in on Ochako and Tsuyu amongst the fleeing crowd. Toga was all “IS THAT OCHAKO” and immediately leaped down to fight them, ignoring Spinner’s heartfelt speeches about Villain Found Family because fight now, hug later!! Down in the streets of some unidentified crumbling city, Ochako was approached by a sweet old lady and was all “I better help this sweet old lady who is definitely not leading me into a trap”, which unfortunately turned out to be poor decision-making on her part. Anyway so now she and Toga are going to throw down. AND ALSO, P.S., BEST JEANIST IS STILL ALIVE, and that doesn’t really have anything to do with anything right now, but BY GOLLY I JUST HAD TO SHOUT IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS.

Today on BnHA: Iida and Hadou are all “is it our turn yet”, and Horikoshi is all “yes”, and so the two of them finally burst onto the scene and are all “hello Shouto, Gigantomachia is on his way, btw do you need help” and so they all get ready to fight Tomura together. Meanwhile in Unnamed Ochako And Toga Fight Town, Toga is all “what’s up Ochako, oh is this the All Might doll Deku gave you, I guess you must like Deku as well, just like me, we truly are the same, btw I can use other people’s quirks now” before she vanishes in a flurry of knives and ambiguity, as mysteriously as she came. So that’s a thing that happened. The chapter ends with Gigantomachia and the League STOMPIN’ ONTO THE SCENE, JUST IN TIME FOR ENDEAVOR TO WAKE UP AND BE ALL “OHHHHH SHIT.” YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT, “OH SHIT.” Finally the pieces are in place for Dabi to reveal his true identity to Hadou and Iida, JUST LIKE WE ALL EXPECTED.

before I start, thank you so much to everyone who sent birthday messages on Wednesday!! I had a good day; my quarantine impulse purchase guitar that I ordered months ago but had been backordered finally arrived, and so now I can do something productive with my time as I continue to while away these months in isolation! not to say that capslocking over fictional characters and their shounen escapades doesn’t also count as being productive lmao. anyways, my fingers hurt so typing is kind of a bitch right now, but I’m having fun still. IF KAMINARI CAN DO IT THEN SO CAN I

anyway so let’s see what mishaps my various catastrophe-prone children are getting up to this week

okay there are several things happening in this panel which I want to comment on

IIDA!!!

HADOU!!!

“some time after” jesus fucking christ though, how long have Deku and the rest actually been fighting?? like it’s absolutely absurd to imagine that they’ve been managing to hold off Tomura for more than a few minutes, and yet everything we’ve seen these last couple of chapters suggests that this is indeed the case. which is just pure insanity tbh. excuse me sir, but I have an emotionally maturing son, a homewrecking grandpa, and a sleep-deprived one-legged platonic husband who are all in DIRE NEED of medical attention just FYI

lastly, I direct your attention to these two cool cats in the background who are both riding on hover surfboards. living it up like it’s Back to the Future. why are there two of them. do they both just happen to have the exact same quirk. what are the odds. ARE THEY TWINS. I want to know everything about them dammit

anyway so Hadou is asking Iida why he’s tagging along, because unlike the others, he can’t fly and is thus vulnerable to Tomura’s attacks and such

well Hadou I’ll have you know that it his DUTY AS THE CLASS PRESIDENT to tag along and THAT’S WHY

oh shit you guys IIDA SAID “FUCK THE LAW”

“plus Bakugou-kun, whom I am not particularly close to, but nonetheless hold nothing personal against!” well uh, kind of a weird distinction to make there bro, but okay. listen everyone, it’s a tense situation; if Iida feels the need to clarify the ins and outs of his interpersonal relationships with each of the people he’s rescuing then please just respect that okay

anyways though have I mentioned how much I fucking love Iida Tenya though you guys. feels like I haven’t mentioned that enough. I LOVE HIM. there

FINALLY

AFTER THREE WHOLE WEEKS WE FINALLY CUT BACK. OH MY GOD. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG OF A TIME THAT IS TO BE HOLDING YOUR BREATH. [EXHALES]

is it bad that my immediate reaction to this page was A LOT OF LAUGHING, though. fkldlksh this entire situation is SO ABJECTLY TERRIBLE that if I were Shouto I would almost be fighting the urge to look around for a hidden camera at this point. ASHTON KUTCHER WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING HERE. OH THANK GOD, IT WAS ALL JUST A PRANK

anyway so uh. heh. how screwed are we at this point, exactly. oh and also, whose speech bubbles are these. who the fuck would look at this situation and these bleeding children and say “HA!” what kind of monster. just ignore that paragraph right before this one please

OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT

TOMURA I CANNOT BELIEVE I’M SAYING THIS, BUT PLEASE LISTEN TO AFO FOR ONCE AND JUST LEAVE

pretty please. we kind of have a situation here. not that I wouldn’t love to see what this icy flamey boi could do if push came to shove, but I also have had just about enough of watching children get maimed for today though

OH SHIT

THE TIMING OF THIS MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE AT ALL BUT I DO NOT CARE!! THE CAVALRY HAS ARRIVED THANK GOD

“WHAT UP GUYS, WE BROUGHT YOU SOME TERRIBLE NEWS” FKLSHLKHLK

WELL GEE IIDA THANKS SO FUCKING MUCH!!

lmaoooo a wild Lida has been spotted what the fuck is this translation though

I don’t know which is better, the “Lida” (DO YOU EVEN READ THE SERIES BRO), or the “CHRIST” gkfhkg. CLASSIC LIDA

OH SNAP HADOU

sobbing at Manual cradling the still-warm corpse of Gran Torino like a tiny baby khlk;h. BUT ANYWAYS HADOU SAW HER TEACHER ALL BLOODIED UP AND IS READY TO THROW DOWN, YESSSSS, THE MY LADIES ACADEMIA ARC CONTINUES

(ETA: listen you guys, there were many things at the end of this chapter that brought me joy, but perhaps none more than the inclusion of Hadou in the final two page spread looking all serious alongside the Todorokis, as if she has any fucking clue at all wtf is going on slfkhlkhgghsl. what I wouldn’t give to see her and Deku and Iida all making frantic bewildered eye contact at each other throughout the next chapter lmao.)

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT DEKU

ARE YOU PROPPING YOURSELF UP WITH YOUR ARM THAT’S IN SPLINTERS, I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE YOU RIGHT NOW. SOMEONE PLEASE SLAP SOME SENSE INTO THIS CHILD. SIT YOUR ASS DOWN

LMAO TODO’S READY TO TAKE AFOMURA ON. THE SHARED HERO BRAINCELL HAS ALREADY EXPIRED. FUCK IT LET’S DO THIS

“true, I already watched him murder my dad, my boyfriend, my other boyfriend, my teacher, and dozens of other people, but gosh darn it, I just feel like the fifteenth time’s the charm you guys.” shit, I ain’t even mad. who’s up for yet another episode of Todoroki Shouto Attempts to Murder a Bitch

-- “TIME TO CUT AWAY!!” laughs Horikoshi as he gleefully dodges out of reach before I can punch him, that SON OF A --

goddammit. you’re just lucky that I’m invested in the girl power fight too

YESSSSS OCHAKO

DON’T BE SORRY FOR KICKING ASS! NEVER BE SORRY FOR KICKING ASS

damn, looks like she managed to touch Toga’s shirt but not Toga herself. both of them are so fast

now Toga is monologuing from the shadows

we’ve all been there, Toga. sometimes you see someone you really like and it’s just like, ahhhhhh gotta kill them am I right

lol I love Toga so much you guys, but I’m also kind of wincing in anticipation of whatever essays are gonna materialize out of the fandom this week explaining how hero society has failed her utterly and she is just a victim here. CAN YOU NOT SEE HOW SHE JUST WANTED FREEDOM TO BE HERSELF AND MURDER A BUNCH OF PEOPLE flhkklhl

OH SNAP SHE WENT AND TOLD HER THE THING!!

and it was fucking awesome and scary as shit, Ochako. like damn, still sends a chill up my spine just thinking about it

anyway so now Toga is continuing to explain that she can use the quirks of whoever she transforms into

and Ochako is kind of freaking out, which I don’t blame her for, since it’s probably really upsetting to hear that your stolen blood and quirk were used to murder a bunch of people. shit

so now she’s all “WTF WHY WOULD YOU EVEN TELL ME THAT”

??? was this somehow the wrong answer?

for fuck’s sake. Toga you literally came down here to ask her if she would be willing to kill you, and here she is telling you “I would never be happy about killing someone, that’s fucked up”, and you’re all “......”

like come on though, what else do you want her to say?? and why does Ochako look so shocked now

OOP

LMAO

THEIR FACES DKSLHFKG. TOGA NO THAT IS MEAN. and jesus christ Ochako it’s just a toy. I know it has Sentimental Value and shit but is this really the thing to be getting distracted about right now

FOR FUCK’S SAKE

JIN-KUN WHOM OCHAKO HAS NEVER FUCKING MET?? THAT JIN-KUN??!

OM NOM NOM

this entire confrontation makes absolutely zero sense to me you guys. just. Horikoshi was all, “this is the kind of stuff girls talk about when they’re battling to the death, right?” just, are you okay my dude

anyway so Toga has somehow deduced that Ochako got the doll from Deku, which means that she and Ochako are exactly alike in every way, and this is somehow an important plot point, and now they’re finally getting back to the fight lulz

OH SHIT

OCHAKO BOUT TO SLAP THE SHIT OUT TOGA WITH THIS BOOKCASE ON A STRING AND THIS LOUIS BAG OH FUCK

so now Toga’s all excited and she’s all “THERE’S SOMETHING I OUGHT TO TELL YOU, I’M NOT LEFT HANDED EITHER” oh snap

fuck, it almost feels like she’s trying to warn her. Ochako idk maybe you should run shit I do not like this ( ﾟдﾟ)

but of course she is not running, and she’s all “I’ll have you take responsibility for your actions”

HEY NOW

WHAT IS FUCKING HAPPENING, DID TOGA JUST FUCKING MURDER TSUYU, WHAT THE FUCK. I AM TERRIFIED, I DON’T WANT TO SCROLL DOWN, SHE THREW LIKE FOURTEEN KNIVES INTO THE DARKNESS, WHAT THE FUCK

OH

IT’S POSSIBLE THAT I MAY HAVE OVERREACTED

so did Toga just Swip a bunch of knives for no reason and then abscond, lol what. CAN ANYBODY PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE PURPOSE OF THAT ENTIRE SCENE WAS. ASIDE FROM GETTING TO SEE OCHAKO TRY AND YEET A BOOKCASE AT SOMEONE

fuck, she was crying??

DID MY GIRL TOGA JUST KILL AN OLD WOMAN, NAKEDLY LURE OCHAKO INTO A BUILDING, ANTAGONIZE HER INTO SAYING “I’LL MAKE YOU TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR KILLING A BUNCH OF PEOPLE JUST BECAUSE YOU FELT LIKE IT”, STEAL HER DOLL, GIVE HER DOLL BACK, TELL HER “OH SO YOU LIKE DEKU TOO HUH? BTW I CAN USE OTHER PEOPLE’S QUIRKS”, AND THEN RUN AWAY CRYING??? BRUH

-- OH SHIT, OH FUCK

[SIRENS BLARING WILDLY] [AUDIENCE LEAPING OUT OF THEIR SEATS] [T-SHIRT CANNONS BOOMING IN THE AIR] [VIKING WAR HORN SOUNDS IN THE DISTANCE] FUUUUUUUUUCK

well never the fuck mind about Ochako and Toga and WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT ALL WAS SUPPOSED TO BE, I guess, BECAUSE!! MACHIA MADNESS HAS ARRIVED. SPEARS SHALL BE SHAKEN!!! SHIELDS SHALL BE SPLINTERED!!

AND LOOK WHO WOKE UP FROM HIS NUMBER ONE HERO BEAUTY NAP RIGHT ON CUE, TOO!!! ATTENTION ALL PASSENGERS... IIIIIIIIIIT’S TOUYA TIMEEEEEEEE