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youngbeezer · 3 years ago

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hi!! can I please request something?

going to a lake house, maybe friends to lovers with bowen byram?

thank you! 💗.

A/N: HI IM SO SORRY THIS LITERALLY TOOK 4 EVER!!! i was having such bad writer's block with also zero motivation, but i eventually put a little something together and i hope whoever requested this first off actually sees this bc seriously its been a good month of this sitting in my inbox but also i hope you like it :)

Word Count: 2940

Warning(s): kinda angsty in beginning, curse words, ends fluffy !!!

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These next few days is either going to turn out to be the best week of the summer, or the most awkward week of the summer...

I’m currently stuck in a car surrounded by couples on our way to a lake house in Colorado. Somehow I ended up being lumped into this chaotic group of professional hockey players and their drop-dead gorgeous significant others.

About a year ago at my local salon, I just so happened to be seated right next to a woman named Grace, who I immediately hit it off with. We became fast friends and are now basically inseparable at this point. Her boyfriend just so happens to play hockey for the Colorado Avalanche, Cale Makar. Now I have also grown quite close with Cale as well, since I am always at their shared apartment for Grace. At this point Cale is basically third wheeling us, instead of it being the other way around. Therefore I was also always invited to team parties and get-togethers, which prompted more friendships with most of the guys on the team and their respective partners.

Someone I have surprisingly grown super close with is Bowen Byram. As soon as Cale introduced us two, his blue eyes and raspy voice immediately drew me in. Straight away we bonded over common interests and that night we talked for almost three hours. After that, we were thick as thieves. So thick that recently I have come to the realization that I have caught major feelings for him along the way.

It has only been a few weeks since I have come to this realization and it has already started to affect our relationship. I definitely started to ignore Bowen a little bit when I first figured out my feelings because I was scared he would somehow find out or I would just end up blurting it out at some point. And the last thing I want is for my silly feelings to ruin such a great friendship.

Thus why this week can either turn out to be the best or the worst.

I’ve decided that at some point during this trip I need to confess my feelings for Bowen. He’s also seemed to notice the shift in my attitude towards him. I have become more closed off and not as touchy as we used to be. Bowen and I are both very touchy/feely types of people. So what seemed like just some harmless cuddling and play wrestling with each other, to me did very little to quell down my feelings.

For example, this morning when we were packing up the cars for the trip a group of us are taking to Tyson Jost’s lakehouse, Bowen went to wrap his arms around my middle from the back and I subconsciously flinched away at his touch. I know he definitely noticed my mood shift from the defiant pout that was resting on his face. After that I did what I do best, and ran away to the other car that was driving up and basically begged Nate to switch seats with me.

Which now leads to my current thoughts. The entire car ride up I have been contemplating on ways I could tell him, but each scenario just ended up with him telling me that he doesn’t feel the same, and our friendship essentially being over. Obviously I was just overthinking just a little, but I’ve never been stuck in a situation like this before-- and now we are going to be stuck in a lake house together for an entire week, so I am going to be forced to face this situation whether I want to or not.

“Yo. Earth to y/n?” Tyson draws, trying to gain my attention. I snap out of my thoughts as soon as I hear my name, and bring my gaze to the rearview mirror to meet Tyson’s questioning look. “We’re here.” He announces.

Susanna, Mikko’s girlfriend, adds on, “You alright? You seemed kind of out of it the entire car ride.”

I shake my head to try and clear my thoughts and notice that we are indeed here at the lake house we will be staying at for the next week. I clear my dried up throat before croaking out a weak, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just don’t like long car rides.”

Both of them nod, content with my answer and exit the car to join Mikko in unloading all of the luggage from the trunk. I take a few more moments to fully get my head together after dealing with all my jumbled thoughts throughout the entire three hour car ride.

Jumping out of the car, the first thing I see is Bowen letting out a yawn and stretching out. As his arms raise over his head, some of his shirt rises up with it and immediately my eyes are drawn to the small portion of skin and v-line that is in front of me. Bowen then notices my presence and makes eye contact with me, giving me one of his adorable little smiles. I advert my gaze as quickly as I can so my obvious ogling isn’t as obvious and go to finally retrieve my luggage.

Yeah this was gonna be a long week.

…

After everyone got pretty much all settled into their rooms, we all ended up coming back together to sit around the firepit to chat and enjoy some drinks. For this trip that Tyson orchestrated there are in total ten people staying in the house. Me, Tyson, obviously since it’s his house; Bowen, Cale, Grace, Alex Newhook, Mikko and his girlfriend Susanna, and lastly Nate and his supposed new girl who will be joining us later on in the week.

Apparently a group of the guys and their partners have been taking trips together at the end of the hockey season for a while now, and since growing closer with the team this year, I graciously got an invite.

Since it was getting later and a little bit more chilly, I grabbed a random sweatshirt that I saw already laying around in the living room before making my way outside to join everyone by the firepit. Getting closer I noticed that the only seat available just so happened to be next to Bowen.

Cale and Grace give each other a not so inconspicuous knowing look when they see me approaching. As soon as I sit down, a question is being thrown at me.

“Whose sweatshirt is that y/n?” Cale brings everyone's attention to me with a growing smirk on his face.

“I don’t know, I just found it in the living room.” I give Cale a questioning glare, trying to figure what his endgame is right now.

“It’s mine.” I hear that same raspy voice that I love and know so well. I feel my face start heating up at the idea of wearing Bowen’s sweatshirt. Am I wearing his name on my back right now, and I just didn’t even think to check earlier?

“Oh, uh. Sorry, I can give it back to you, if you want it.” I stumble out, now feeling awkward and a little embarrassed about how flustered I am getting over a simple sweatshirt.

Bowen gives me a little smile before replying back, “Nah, it’s fine. It looks better on you anyway.”

I clear my throat and stumble out an awkward ‘thanks’ at Bowen and then turn my attention to Grace right next to me so I don’t embarrass myself even more. What I don’t see though is the way Bowen's face immediately falls when I turn my back on him.

…

Around midnight is when everyone started to make their way back inside the house to start getting ready for bed. I was mindlessly scrolling through my social media, so I didn’t notice that mostly everyone had already gone inside.

“Y/n.” I look up at the mention of my name to notice that Bowen and I are the only ones left outside.

Also noticing the intense gaze I am receiving from Bowen, I quickly gather my things and stumble out, “Oh my gosh I didn’t notice everyone left already. I should head inside as well.”

Bowen is quicker though because he grabs ahold of my wrist, halting me in place before I make my very obvious escape.

“Hold on, please. Can you please talk to me?” Bowen pleads out.

“What do you mean? We’ve been talking all night.” I countered, trying one last time to get out of this conversation.

“We’ve been talking as a group all night yeah, but you couldn’t even make eye contact with me. You know what I mean. What’s been going on? Did I do something?” Bowen frowned.

At that moment I felt so guilty. I’ve been so focused on trying to ignore my feelings that I have developed that I ended up pushing my best friend away and hurting him in the process. I close my eyes and let out a deep breath. I knew I would eventually have to have this talk with Bowen during this week, but I just didn’t expect it to be on the very first night.

“Okay. Yeah, let’s talk.”

I lead the way down to the dock overlooking the lake and sit down to dangle my feet into the water. I know for a fact that Grace and Cale realized that we both haven’t come in behind them, so they are most likely snooping by the backdoor wondering what we are doing.

Bowen joins me, after slipping his shoes off and dangling his feet in as well.

“What’s been going on y/n?” Bowen asks again.

“I-I think I’m in love with you.” I blurt out. I can feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears as I await any type of response from Bowen. Taking a peek over at him, I see the pure shock on his face. Probably wasn’t the best idea to start off the conversation with that.

Taking his silence as a bad sign, I start spewing out whatever I can to try and calm the anxiety coursing through my veins. “I-I think I have known for a while and I just tried to ignore it, I guess. But then I realized that I was just pushing you away, an-and I never wanted to do that. Our friendship means that absolute world to me, and I would hate myself if anything I did, or-or my stupid feelings jeaporized that.” At some point during my little rant, a few tears escaped. I turn my head away as I try to hold back on a full on sob breaking loose.

“You think?” He eventually breaks the silence.

Confusedly, I turned my head back around and let out a strangled, “Huh?” I see the corners of Bowen’s mouth start curving up into a tiny smile, confusing me even more.

“You said, you think you’re in love with me.” He pointed out.

My eyebrows raise in question and I give him a little shrug, prompting him to elaborate more.

“Well… I’m pretty damn sure I’m in love with you.” Bowen softly declared.

My breath catches in my throat and my mouth turns as dry as the Sahara Desert. Those were definitely not the words I was expecting to come out of his mouth. He chuckles at my surprised face and scooches a little closer to my body to wipe a stray tear on my cheek.

“Are you serious?” I whisper out.

“Of course.” He whispered just as softly back to me as his head inched closer to mine.

My heart pounds in my chest as Bowen’s hand comes up to cradle my cheek. All of our pent up feelings and emotions that we both have been too afraid to admit all come crashing together as our lips finally meet. He kissed me gently, almost carefully, but after all this time gentleness was not what I wanted right now. Bowen let out a low groan as I pulled him flush against my body, my fists bunching up the collar of his shirt.

Before this could go any further, we both pull away breathlessly, basking in what truly just happened-- just now realizing how much our relationship is about to change.

“Fuck.” Bowen breathed out, running his hands over his face. “If I knew that was what it was like to kiss you I would’ve blurted out my feelings the day I met you.”

My ears perk up at his last few words and it seems like he also realizes what he just admitted, as his cheeks immediately turn a rosy color.

“You’ve liked me for that long?” I bashfully question.

Bowen runs his fingers through his hair and blows out a breath of air before answering, “Yeah, I-I mean… yeah I have.” He stumbles out, awkwardly letting out a laugh.

I lean my head on his shoulder and connect our hands, feeling super content and never wanting this moment to end. We take a moment to just sit on the dock-- with our feet hanging in the water, hands intertwined; and bask in the feeling of finally letting our feelings out into the open.

“You know everyone in that house is going to have a field day when they find out.” Bowen mumbles against my shoulder, before leaving a lingering kiss on the exposed skin.

“Oh I wouldn’t be surprised if they all had a bet going or something.” I chimed. I raise my head that had previously been resting on Bowen’s shoulder back up to look at him, and see that he is already smiling at me. “What?” I drawled, feeling my cheeks heating up under his gaze.

“You wanna sleep in my bed tonight?” He asked hesitantly.

My cheeks now feel on fire as I ponder on how I want to go about this. I raise my eyebrows up at him in question as I ponder out, “Do you want me in your bed tonight?”

Bowen gives me an almost incredulous look as he voiced, “Of course I want you in my bed.”

I just give him a simple nod and push my body up in a standing position, reaching out my hand to prompt Bowen to join me. “Okay, let’s go.”

Bowen immediately shoots up from his sitting position, clinging onto my hand as we make our way back up the yard to the sliding glass doors of the lake house. Just as I predicted earlier, Cale and Grace were totally snooping. Actually, the entire house was snooping. Everyone was gathered in the kitchen trying to act casual as we walked in, but as soon as they noticed our conjoined hands, all hell broke loose.

“I fucking knew it!”

“Aw you guys look so cute.”

“Bout time.”

“Ha! Nate, you owe me fifty bucks.”

I looked over at Bowen with an unimpressed look, “Told you they probably had a bet going on.” Meanwhile Bowen has an incredulous look coating his face watching his friends freak out over his newfound relationship. Instead of questioning our oddball friends, Bowen just simply shakes his head, letting out a little chuckle.

“Alright I’m heading up, I can’t deal with these idiots right now.” Bowen gives me a quick peck on the lips before announcing his departure for the night. Most of the others also start making their way up to their respective rooms for bed, the guys putting on a show of making kissy noises and making a few chirps as they follow Bowen up the stairs.

Grace joins me by the counter, making a show of wiggling her eyebrows at me. I’m smiling like an idiot as Cale also joins us, chuckling at my lovesick expression.

“You’re welcome.” Cale smirked.

I scrunch my face up in confusion as I question him back, “For what?”

“For introducing you two, duh.” Cale teased. Grace smacks him on the arm with a tut, making a show of rolling her eyes at her boyfriend. “Alright, seriously I am happy for you guys though.” He eventually relents.

My cheeks heat up from the attention but also from the thought of Bowen and I’s new relationship. Grace grabs me by the shoulders and starts pushing me in the direction of the staircase.

“Obviously I’m happy for you too. All I’ve wanted is the best for you and I think Bowen is just that. And with that being said, go get your mans!” She sends me off with a quick smack on my ass. I giggle the whole way up the stairs on the way into Bowen’s [now our] room feeling extremely giddy and content.

When I enter the room, all the lights except for the bathroom are already off, and it looks like Bowen is already settled into bed. So, I quickly do my night time routine and change into my pajamas before making my way over to the bed I will now be sharing for the week.

Bowen is awaiting me with his arms wide open, which I happily cuddle into the second I am under the covers. He buries his head into my neck, leaving featherlight kisses here and there.

“I love you.” Bowen mumbles into my neck. I card my fingers through his hair and kiss the top of his head as I mumble back those same words, in complete awe over how fast my life has changed in one night. We both knew that we would eventually be together, it just took a little time and a trip to Tyson Jost’s lakehouse for us to figure it out. This week will definitely be one for the books.

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Tagging some mutuals as well so this doesnt flop,,,

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httpsaiki · 4 years ago

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Hiya! I've been having this idea for awhile and if you could possibly convert my nonsense into a fic or headcanons somehow that would be poggers but I mainly wanna get it off my chest.

So Saiki meets reader at the market or whatever and theres like one coffee jelly that they both want but they just let Saiki have it. So what sets Saiki off the most about this person is that this person's mind is jumbled up so much all the time to the point where Saiki can only make out the super prominent thoughts like "I can just get pudding" and "what's with manz antenna?". Saiki started seeing this person more and more even at school. Long story short this person in the whole school, other than that one averagely normal guy, Saiki is actively trying to befriend (boyfriend)

,,,I'm sorry that was a lot. I watered this down as best as I could bc this is a whole saiki x oc thing in my head.

Hey! Genuinely, I adore this idea. Like, a lot! I’m sorry it’s so short, but I didn’t want to drag it out at all, and I thought it better to keep it shorter. That being said, thank you so much for this request! I hope I can live up to your Saiki x OC thing!

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Reader is gender neutral!

WC: 726

Italics are Saiki “speaking�� telepathically.

Reader and Kusuo have a small run in at the grocery store, something about their thoughts capture his attention.

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The past week had been busy as usual, between friends, family, and school, Saiki was really looking forward to his treat. A well-deserved trip to the grocery store to get himself some coffee jelly sounded just perfect. So, that’s exactly what he did.

Entering the store, he made his way over to the bitter dessert, knowing the path as if it were the back of his hand. Noticing there was a final plastic cup that remained Saiki reached out, too concerned with looking forward to his snack to be concerned with anyone’s thoughts in the store.

That’s why it caught him so off guard when his hand landed on another. Saiki's eyes glance up in shock. Startled, he pulls his hand back and goes to apologize. He may have wanted the jelly, but your hand was there first.

“You can have it.” Your voice cuts him off before he can give it to you.

He looks at you questioningly, something is different about you. It isn’t long until he clues in that your thoughts seem to be going a mile a minute. Jumping from this to that, your mind seemed to be disorganized. It was nothing he hasn’t seen before, except, unlike most cases, he could still pick out a few prominent thoughts. He’d never met anyone who’s thoughts worked like that. It wasn’t a bad thing, in fact, some part of him found it oddly endearing.

One of your thoughts caught him even more off guard than before. Suddenly, your thoughts shifted from what treat you’d by instead. Now you seemed ultra-focused on his appearance. Thoughts like, “What is with this guy's hair clips? They look kind of like antennas,” and, “Why are his glasses green? I want green glasses,” raced through your head. Saiki was good at keeping a straight face, but it was becoming increasingly harder for him. For some reason, you made him want to smile.

It wasn't until you started thinking it strange that he had just been staring at you for the past little bit that he realized he forgot to reply.

“Thank you.” He stated simply, earning a small smile from you.

“Of course.” And you parted ways.

Saiki didn’t think much of the encounter, heading home to enjoy his dessert and get his homework over with. As the weekend passed, he was quick to forget his encounter with you. It wasn’t like anything notable happened, you were just interesting. Okay, maybe he hadn’t forgotten at all. But he’s never going to see you again, so he forced himself to forget.

Or so he thought. Lost in your own thoughts as you absentmindedly wandered through the halls of P.K. Academy, you never expected to bump into the pretty stranger from the supermarket - literally.

“Sorr- it’s you!”

Saiki blinked in surprise. “Me?”

“Yeah! Coffee jelly guy! I saw you at the supermarket, remember?”

Of course, he did. He wasn’t sure if he should admit it, though. Taking a quick glance into your thoughts, he saw they were similar to before. Jumping all about and moving too fast for him to properly read. It still left him just as interested as before (and just as confused as to why he’s interested).

“Right.” Saiki curtly nodded.

“We should have lunch together.” You offered.

Truthfully, Saiki had already taken a small liking to you. Your jumbled and messy thoughts made you interesting, but not unpredictable like a certain someone he knows. You might actually make a decent friend.

“Okay.” He agreed, hearing the small celebration coming from your thoughts. He knew he’d enjoy this, even if he didn’t want to fully admit it. You would be fun to be around.

He only saw you more and more often from there, often running into you in and out of school. Each and every time ended in the two of you spending time together. Saiki never truly minded and bad on more than one occasion purposely ran into you just to spend some time together.

You only got closer as time passed, getting to a point where you’d plan to meet up - Saiki had even asked a couple times. There weren’t many people he’d actively seek out, but needless to say, you and your jumbled thoughts captured him, and for once, he didn’t want to let go.

He hoped maybe you could become more.

#the disasterous life of saiki k #saiki no psi nan #saiki k #saiki k x reader #saiki kusuo #saiki kusuo x reader #saiki #kusuo saiki #my writing

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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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Manager!Seijoh IWA ROUTE

a/n: uwuwuwuwuwu my mans iwa chan :’)

IM A SIMP FOR IWAIZUMI HAJIME (27) ATHLETE TRAINER

uwu filo!iwa in this :)

and also, listen to lauv while reading this since i wrote this and that song was playing on repeat O_O and also this song

this is my self-request uwu

HES SUCH A POUTY BABIE BLS LOVE ON HIM

onwards we goooo

hihihihihihi yey im so excited for this yall dont even know

ANYWAYS

so,,,,

when iwa first saw you, he thought you were just a cute little thing

your shorter height, your puffy cheeks, and the wide eyes you had whenever you saw someone, or him, do a really cool spiking move

he initially thought of you as a cute little sister hes never had

ehehe that finna change

then the,,,, bullying thing happened

if youd like to read this part, its right here

when he saw you bloodied, all battered,

dear lordie he was finna break some ankles

ONG I WAS JUST TALKING ABOUT SANGWOO YET HERE I AM

like that image of you will probably stay in his memory until he dies of the ripe age of 200

ngl it kinda traumatized him a little bit of how tired and pained you look with the tears rolling down your face and the blood that was escaping your body through your wounds

god you didnt deserve any of that

you deserved the world and the universe yet some people dared to take away your worth

ooo he was so mad

miyo was,,,, hurt??

can i say that??

i dont wanna,,,, explain bara arms iwa hurting a girl so youre gonna have to imagine that for yourselves

but at the end when they said slap, he didnt just ✨S L A P ✨ her

he ✨ B R O K E S O M E A N K L E S ✨

oiks is actually scared of him after that

like oiks had to peel him off of her and towards the infirmary where you and the team were

‘IWAIZUMI HAJIME, STOP!’

oof the first and last time oikawa tooru ever said that full name

he was breathing heavy and he was so ✨ A N G R Y ✨ with what she did to you yet he hears your soft scoldings, telling him off for hurting a girl

he wanted to see you

like right now

iwa tore himself from oikawa’s grasp and ✨ N Y O O M E D ✨ himself to the nurse’s office

there, you sat on the bed with the others scattered either on other beds or on the floor

you smiled at the sight of him and he walked towards you and engulfed you in his arms

‘youre okay now. im here’

he whispered and you buried your face into his chest, breathing in his unique scent

lavender mixed with peppermint

he refused to leave your side so he ✨ M A D E ✨ some room on the bed beside you to sit and he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close

you held his hand while oikawa talked to you and as you shamefully bowed your head

but you were forgiven and everything was all good until the third years really got into plan

makki and mattsun promised to handle it all as they had family in the justice field while oikawa would go and get the girl suspended

‘but what about me?! i want-’

‘iwaizumi, you literally hit her. it’d be best if you’re not involved right now as you were the only one who physically touched her in a harmful manner like that’

ong when it come to y/n, the meme team is replaced by the assassin team

he tried to fight but in the end, 3 overpowered 1 and he was forced to sit back and opted to comfort you instead

he made sure you were safe to walk home but that day, you were the one who asked him to spend time with him

just you two

like after seeing him seethingly enter back into the room, you reached out and held his hand in yours, eyes trained on your fingers fiddling with his

‘iwa-san,,,, you said you downloaded the new godzilla movie?’

you whispered but he could still hear you and his heart swelled at your meek voice

‘yea, i did. and my mom bought those chips you like’

your eyes flitted up to meet his eyes and a soft smile spread on your lips and there was this thumping in his heart

maybe that was the first time that iwaizumi hajime felt differently towards you

a smile that seemed to be differently perceived than the rest

and it wasnt for the whole team

it was for him

and him alone

the trek to his house was quiet but you would hum nursery rhymes or the songs you heard earlier in the radio while skipping every few steps and tightly holding on to his hand

iwaizumi’s olive eyes watched you still radiate energy despite being so hurt for a long time

they then trailed to your linked hands and he unintentionally squeezed it, only figuring out he did it when you looked up to him and squeezed it back with a smile

he wanted to do something to make you forget of what happened

he didnt want you to think about the cruelty and pain so he was going to make sure you would continue smiling

thankfully, his parents werent home so he wouldnt have to explain why he has a bandage-covered girl with him

iwa led you upstairs to where his room was and your eyes widened when you saw what was inside

tiny action figurines of animes like bakugo from boku no hero academia or a tiny pikachu on his desk

there was a large country flag that you didnt recognize and a few godzilla posters and volleyball players decorating beside it

however, besides those normal things you wouldve expected,

there were many polaroids

polaroid pictures that were everywhere with no specific layout pattern and just placed anywhere that had room

iwa watched as you dazedly walked forward and entered the room to move towards the wall by his desk that had the most pictures against it

from pictures of him and oikawa to the third years to him and his parents or just the sunrise and human silhouettes

your fingers reached forward and traced the picture of him and the third years when they were still first years and took a spontaneous trip to the beach

‘mattsun stole his dad’s car and drove us to the beach without a license’

iwaizumi’s voice answered your questions and you looked back, shimmering eyes

this room,,, wasnt just a normal, teenage boy’s room

this was a room that represented iwaizumi hajime

from his natural character description like his love for volleyball evident in the volleyball player posters to the underneath description that was hidden like his love for godzilla and his love of taking pictures of the people he cares about the most

it was all that made up iwaizumi hajime

your feet took you to stand in front of him, still standing at the doorway, and you stood on your toes to try and be eye-level with him

‘youre really cool, iwa-san’

you whispered and his ears turned red, not from the compliment, but by the close distance between you two

iwa clearedhis throat and ruffled your hair roughly, pushing you down slightly back to the balls of your feet

‘i already knew that, brat. now go and sit over there and be comfortable or whatever while i go get the food’

he hurriedly turned to hide his growing red face but you stopped him

‘iwa-san,,, ano,,, can,, i borrow a hoodie?’

you mumbled, nervously thinking he might refuse

but he grunted a response, not bothering to turn around

‘take your pick’

you smiled and thanked him before bounding over to the wardrobe that was pushed against the wall across his bed that was against the corner by his window

inside had so many hoodies and there were also shirts that were hung up on the other half

they were all graphic tees that either had american bands or anime or game references

opting for a mint green hoodie that says ‘SONIC NYOOM’, you had an undershirt under your button up and as you slipped the bloodied long sleeve off, he swung the door open, eyes focused on the tray of coke filled glasses

then he looked up and almost dropped it at the sight of you,,, like that

‘OH MY GOD SORRY’

he shrieked and carefully but hurriedly backtracked back to the hallway

ofc you were shocked too but you quickly put the hoodie on and went to get him

iwaizumi’s heart was hammering in his chest and he was VERY red with embarrassment

how could he see you like that?!

a girl who wasnt his shouldnt be seen like that by his eyes!

a touch on his arm reminded him of his position and he was still holding the tray but it was clear from the liquid in the cups that he was shaking slightly

‘iwa-san, its okay. i still had a shirt on so dont misunderstand’

you reasoned and he nodded, still not looking at you

the beginning of the movie was quite awkward as you both were sitting next to each other on the floor, backs against his mattress while the laptop played godzilla in front of yall

but it seems it was just him who was feeling this way bc you were intrigued at this weird monster that was squshing building under its foot and you continued munching on the food

iwa stood up and coughed

‘im going to take a shower’

you paused it and stared up at him, a chip halfway in your mouth

‘oh? you want me to wait for you?’

he agressively shook his head

‘no! its okay i watched it already. just,,,, watch it’

at the end, his words came out jumbled in his hurry to go and calm his heart down

you shrugged and unpaused the movie to continue watching

iwa spent his time in the shower, thinking and trying to think of stupid thoughts like the time oikawa almost choked on a peanut when they were in middle school to distract him of thoughts of how adorable you were

ONG HE WAS JUST SHOWERING AND INNOCENTLY DOING SHOWER THINGS

‘no, i said she was like a sister to me. and a sister she’ll remain’

okay ngl even though theyre not related, im worried yall would be like ‘iNcESt’ but bls a lot of people have tried to sibling-zoned people yet realized they liked them in THAT way

as he wrapped himself with a towel, he then realized

oh my god he didnt bring clothes

LMAO NOOOO IWAAAAA

iwa frantically looked around and he saw his mother’s sakura themed robe and he paused, arguing silently with him if he should wear it

well, it was either that or he went back into the room and showed you,,,,,, this

sucking in a sharp breath, he kept the towel around his waist and slipped his arms through the tight arm holes and he awkwardly tried to keep it tied since he was so much bigger than his tiny mom

what is happening

you saw the door opening and excitedly turned to tell him about this one scene when your voice died down in your throat at the sight of him

here was iwaizumi hajime, ultra muscle buff man who gets abs with a simple glance of the gym, wearing an all too-tight pink, cherry blossom print robe that was so tight the tie around it was shaking to keep it together

‘dont’

he whispered and that snapped your remaining surprise to double over in laughter

‘its so cute! iwa-san, youre so cute!’

you shrieked and he growled and hurriedly went to to grab grey sweatpants and a shirt before running straight back to the bathroom

when he finally came back out, his face was still red and he was pouting as he sat next to you back to his seat

he could feel you staring at him while looking constipated as you held your laugh in and the second your eyes met, your giggles fell out

iwa rolled his eyes

‘yes yes let it out’

‘hehe, iwa-san, i didnt know you had that style’

‘it isnt! i didnt want to walk in here practically naked with you in the room!��

he growled and you nodded, still not quite believing it

‘hai hai. just say you like pink, i wont tell’

you waved and iwa felt offended

‘what do you mean ‘hai hai’?! its really not!’

your lips pursed to keep more giggles in and iwa growled again before lunging to grab your sides and tickling you

of course being careful to not touch your wounds

you shrieked at the ticklish feeling and iwa laughed as you made weak attempts to push him off

‘huh? what was that? whatd you say? cant talk anymore, can ya?’

he teased

‘NO!!!! IWA-SAAAAN!!!!!’

you shouted in between your laughter and he finally let up when you squealed out your apologies and promised to never say it again

you breathed air into your lungs and sat back up to recollect yourselves

iwa saw the strands that escaped your bun and they were scattered everywhere looking messy with your flushed cheeks and teary eyes

oh my god you were beautiful

he was so happy that you still kept that smile despite what happened and he was going to fight to keep it there

forever

it was about nearly the end when you finally realized how different iwaizumi’s hair looked

‘oi, iwa-san, your hair is not naturally spiky?’

he continued eating the chips while still watching the movie

‘what would you expect? even shittykawa’s hair is like this. did ya know that he wakes up extra early to curl it into that shitty mess?’

your jaw dropped

‘EEEHHHH???!!!!!!!’

later, you asked him how he does his hair for school and he blindly reached for the gel that was resting on his desk before tossing it to you

‘here’

you looked at it and flickered over to his hair and then you had the greatest realization

‘GODZILLA-SAMA!’

you pointed and he stopped eating, turning to give you a confused look

‘ha?’

you shrieked in an another round of laughter

‘IWA-SAN LIKES GODZILLA-SAMA SO MUCH HE DOES HIS HAIR AFTER HIM!!!!’

you doubled over to the floor, clutching your stomach and iwaizumi’s flustered expression made you laugh harder

he knew you were smart but,,, not this smart

you figured out his secret

the secret he’s hidden since he was practically a toddler

even his best friend, the guy hes known since he was born, never made the connection

yet here you are, figuring it out not even a year of knowing him

was this part of the many reasons he,, felt his heart beat for you?

oikawa was relieved that you had the bright twinkle in your eyes the next time he saw you and you were actively talking to iwaizumi in that early morning practice

‘oh? y/n-chan, is iwa-chan your best friend now?’

he tried not to sound jealous for his own best friend’s closeness to you and he added a teasing smile for extra measure

okay that hurted me a bit

iwaizumi snarled and blasted the volleyball towards his face before he could even yell or shout

‘iwa-san, dont do that’

you chided softly, small hands wrapping around his muscly arm

but iwa patted your head

‘deserving people deserve things to happen to them’

you rolled your eyes but smiled at him

‘hai hai’

the next week, iwa still kept a close eye on you in case someone else decided to mess with you

but you told him that you swear youd tell him if someone did and he trusts you so he backed off a little

one day, he was eating lunch with the other third years in their classroom when you busted through the door, excitedly holding your phone

‘iwa-san! i figured out what country your flag was!’

he was halfway of shoving rice in his mouth when iwa looked at you

‘oh? you couldve just asked me though?’

you pouted and went to pull a chair from another desk to sit beside him

‘nooo. i wanted to work for that information. so you’re from the philippines, iwa-san?’

he nodded proudly

‘yep’

your eyes shone with interest

‘really?! you look japanese so it must be one of your parents. hey, iwa-san, which island are you from? i read about them and they have like 7641 islands-’

the others watched as you read through the article in your phone and iwa wasnt even following your words, instead staring at you with a dazed look and a lovesick smile

mattsun, makki, and oikawa exchanged looks of surprise because in all the years theyve known him especially oikawa, iwa was never interested in girls and such

he was a straight forward man with goals and straight sight to get them done with no distractions like relationships or love

yet here he was

slowly falling in love with you without even knowing he is

he continued to fall with the simplest things about you

from the perfume that you wore everyday to the way you would tuck your hair behind your ear when you were talking to someone

little quirks he used to miss was now being noticed even if you were right behind him and not in his line of vision

now, the boys were starting to see the difference of their precious ace

it was as if when he started to like you, they knew immediately by how he was acting

then one day during practice, you were late and they were all looking around for you and when they couldnt find you, they met back in the gym with nervous looks

iwa was already pacing around, a scary aura radiating off of him, and kindaichi, who went with him to look around the school, warned the others of iwaizumi’s worry

‘he was slamming doors open and he was walking so fast i had to run to even keep up with him’

then you busted through the gym door

you were actually picking up food for the team and sweets and you were held up when makki’s puffs were still being cooked

they rallied around you to make sure you werent hurt and you assured them but iwa pulled them away like picked them up and threw them off to the side and took you in his arms

iwa thought you were hurt and he was so worried something happened to you again

the hug was bone-crushing with how hard he was squeezing you but you felt his worry though and you freed your arms to wrap them around his neck

‘im okay, iwa-san’

you whispered in his ear and he nodded

‘let me hold you for a second’

he mumbled and you nodded

‘oi, theres food in the bags so make sure you eat it all. coach paid for it all so dont leave behind anything’

the mention of the food distracted them from you and iwa and they piled on top of each other to reach their food first

iwa was grateful that you distracted the others from seeing him being vulnerable towards you

‘i thought-’

‘shh,,, you have me right here, right now. safe and sound’

you knew how much seeing you all battered messed him up and his attempt of making you forget about it has been

and his worry of you being gone without no sign of where you went will forever be there and he will always have that thought in the back ofhis mind

the next time you came over, you actually met his parents

since you went home early before, you didnt catch his parents when they came home around 10 minutes after you left

but this time, they were already home with his mom cooking dinner while his father was sitting on the dining chair reading a newspaper

iwa walked through the door, shouting he was home, and you did the same thing to be customary

oof his parents were surprised

his mom turned around to share a look of surprise with her husband

sure they havent seen tooru in a while but they were pretty sure his voice wasnt that high pitched

right?

‘hajime, did you hit tooru so much you ruined his-’

then his mother stopped talking at the sight of you holding iwa’s hand tightly when yall stepped around the corner

you sheepishly smiled at them and bowed your head in greeting

oh my

so this was why iwaizumi hajime-san was really really really handsome

his parents were freaking good looking

like his mother was aphrodite with her flawless melanin skin and doe shaped eyes with a mole under her left eye

and his father was like ares, so handsome yet still manly and his appearance was a special type of good-looking with his buffness and ruffed appearance

‘iwa-san, i didnt know your parents were gods’

you mumbled, still staring at them

iwaizumi choked and coughed, flustered

‘oh my!’

his mother placed a hand over her mouth

‘hello’

his father stood up to walk in front of you and held his hand out

‘i’m hajime’s father’

you let go of hajime’s hand to shake his own with both of your hands

‘really nice to meet you! i’m l/n y/n! seijoh volleyball manager! first year!’

you introduced then stepped aside to fully bow 90 degrees

iwaizumi thought it was so cute of how flustered you were at meeting his parents

‘ay nako! nak, i didnt know you had such a beautiful girlfriend!’

she squealed and hurriedly went to stand in front of you and gently grasped your arms to stand you back straight and took a good look at you

‘youre so beautiful, iha. nice skin, pretty eyes, ang ganda!’

even with your research of tagalog, you didnt quite understand what she was saying

iwa noticed your slightly confused expression and he laughed, tucking his hands in his pockets

‘sorry, my nay speaks in taganese when she gets excited’

‘t-taganese?’

‘tagalog and japanese’

you nodded in understanding

it was time to put your basic reserach to test

‘hello po’

you greeted her and nervously took her hand and pressed the back of it to your forehead before slowly lowering it down and letting go

her wide eyes made you think you did something bad or even offensive!

‘i-i’

‘HAY NAKO, HAJIMEE~!’

she shrieked

‘YUNG-!!! YUNG-!!!’

okay im terrified

iwa noticed his mother’s malfunction and gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder and veered her back to her kitchen

‘sorry about her, l/n-chan. its just,,,, hajime hasnt brought home a girl before. and you doing that mustve done it in for her’

you worriedly watched hajime calm his mom down with a smile and talking to her hushed

in their perspective,,,

‘shes so nice, nak! marry her, okay? shes very pretty and she made an effort to please your nanay, so go and marry her!’

ohmylord im nervous

initially, iwa only wanted to go and hang out with you and watch a movie

not have a full dinner with his family

lmao i shouldve told you that youve been friends for months now

his mother cooked sinigang and adobo and more filipino dishes, adding even more when she saw you were joining them

the dining table was covered with a large plate full of food and you were so fascinated because this was a side of iwa that you wanted to know more about

‘wow!’

you said, not thinking, at the deep-fried fish that still had its eyeballs intact

iwa genuinely thought you would’ve shyed away from it in disgust but your eyes were glistening with genuine interest

‘iwa-san! youre so lucky you get to eat this stuff!’

you told him, looking over at his direction

while mrs iwaizumi was lading in the soup into the big bowl, mr iwaizumi was sitting at the dining table, watching your interaction and hajime telling you what each food was and your noises of surprise

he watched his son laugh when you said the palabok reminded you of the orange boy hinata

and he also watched his son look at you so lovestruck and exactly like how he looks at his wife

soon, his mother finished and they rounded the table before saying a quick prayer to bless the food and digging in

‘so, what do you want to start with, iha?’

mrs iwaizumi asked and your wide eyes looked around

‘hm, im not sure. whats your favorite iwa-san?’

you looked to your right towards hajime who was busy eating and stopped before pointing his lips towards a direction

‘that one’

‘hah?’

you asked

mrs iwaizumi laughed at her son’s actions

‘sorry, l/n-chan, my son has adapted my traits. he was pointing to this, adobo. do you want some?’

‘yes please’

the smell made your mouth water and you started to tuck in

maybe it was your managerial instincts, but you used your napkin to wipe hajime’s lips and he was also used to this and turned his head to make it easier for you then he went to grab the water jug and re-fill your glass

once it was done, you both silently went back to eating

his parents watched his exchange and it was like watching a married couple taking care of each other

‘so, l/n-chan, you said you were their manager’

mr iwaizumi started and you nodded, wiping your lips

‘yes. i have been for a while now and please, call me y/n’

‘hajime actually told us he had a new manager for his team and tooru told us too. but we didnt know you were a girl. its just so interesting for hajime to bring you home as he has never really had any female friends’

mrs iwaizumi’s comment made you chuckle and iwa’s eyes widened in embarassment

‘nay! of course ive had female friends! ive had friends from all genders!’

he reasoned but you teasingly smiled at him

‘ah, im not really surprised. iwa-san doesnt exactly have the appearance that girls are brave enough to approach’

he sent you a betrayed glance

‘hah?! what’s that supposed to mean?!’

you shrugged, going back to your food

‘im just saying that you always have this intense look in your eyes and youre always frowning. but its cute so its fine. and besides, i dont think theyve seen you laugh since you dont really smile a lot, iwa-san’

‘but you’ve seen me smile!’

‘eung. but its only to me. if they knew the stuff i knew like you being a godzilla fan or your collection of succelents, theyd see you like oikawa-san’

‘HAH?! YOU SEE ME LIKE SHITTYKAWA?!’

mrs iwaizumi held her husband’s hand on the table as they watched you both bicker and tease each other with a smile

hajime has always been on the rougher side of things and he doesnt really have many close friends other than the team and even then, tooru is the only one he can really be himself around

yet here you are, bringing out the boy hajime really is and making him laugh, a sound his parents dont really hear outside the house

and your eyes

god, your eyes held admiration, life,,,, and you might not know this yet,, but love

her eyes trailed her son who teasingly headbutted you and you faking a surprise and doing the same

then you heard his father’s cough which brought you back to where you were and the situation and the people that were there

you felt embarrassment creeping up inside you and you bowed

‘im sorry for acting like that, iwaizumi-san. i-’

‘no, dont apologize, darling. please, dont’

her soft smile made the nerves in you ease and hajime’s father winked at him and he knew exactly what his father was trying to say

after dinner, you volunteered to wash the plates but they veered you away from there and towards the living room

‘oh my god, pops! stop her!’

hajime whined because he knows what his mother was going to do

she was going to show him his baby pictures

you sat on the beige couch and watched as she reached under the coffee table and revealed a few albums that had iwaizumi hajime written on the cover

‘now, y/n-chan, hajime wasnt always this pouty. in fact, he used to always have a smile on his face and laughed at the littlest things! like right here! a leaf fell on him and he-’

stories of his childhood was exchanged throughout the night and you were laughing so hard that tears were falling out of your eyes while hajime wrapped your shoulders with his arm and he would squeeze you tightly whenever you made fun of him

‘oh dear! iwa-san! you-!’

you didnt finished as you continued to laugh and he sighed

‘nay, can we go eat dessert now?’

he asked his mother and she was beginning to feel sorry for him so she smiled and nodded

‘okay. hajime, come help me’

‘iwaizumi-san, i can-’

‘no, y/n-chan. dont you worry your pretty little head about anything and just look through more of these pictures’

hajime followed his mother to their kitchen before she stopped and turned around

his mother’s height was around 5′1 so she had to look up to meet his eyes and her hands were clasped around his biceps

she is definitely beautiful and he cursed at how little he got from his mother other than her skin color

mrs iwaizumi married her husband and immigrated to japan to have a family and your polite action from earlier moved her as she hasnt experienced that in nearly 2 decades

‘nay, shes,,,, just a friend’

he reasoned, a wobbly smile to cover up his want for that title to change

yet mothers def knows best and saw right through it

she gave him a firm look with furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips

‘nak, dont lie to yourself. i raised you to never tell a lie and lying to yourself is considered lying to someone. she’s not your KAibigan, shes your kaIBIGan’

now, hajime knew a little bit of tagalog as his mother made sure he was able to at least speak to his relatives back home

so he got a hint of what she was saying yet was confused

then he realized it

his blush creeped up his neck and he chuckled, ducking his head low to avoid his mother’s eyes

‘nak, listen to me. papunta ka pa lang, pabalik na ako. youre still growing and you may be confused right now, but make sure to think wisely and dont live with regrets. nanay doesnt want you to go through it all by yourself since she knows how hard it was. so please, listen to me and pursue her. shes special, hajime. she makes you so, so happy. i see it in your eyes, her eyes, god has fated you together. i feel it’

now if a filipino mother actually tells their son to go after a girl, thats a pretty big thing as its known that mothers are the hardest to convince and are fiercely protective of their sons, especially if its an only son, but mrs iwaizumi literally tells hajime to go court you because she sees how happy you make him and is willing to let hajime go to you

definitely his mother’s words stuck to him and as he walked you home, he was busy thinking that he was quiet and you were worried as he would be talking right now

‘iwa-san? you okay?’

you asked and he blinked, taken back to reality from his daydream

‘hm, yea’

he answered to look at you

hes been pining for months now and he slipped his hand into yours, holding it tightly

uwu if you want to see iwa moments with y/n, read through the seijoh manager series as theres a lot of them in there

he wanted you yet, he knew it would be selfish of him to keep you in the future

he would be a college student while you’re in your 2nd year

would you want to be so far away from him?

could you handle it?

‘yanno, iwa-san, your dad told me something interesting’

you suddenly said, squeezing his hand and kicking rocks while looking up at the night sky

‘what was it? something embarrassing?’

he immediately feared that they told you that story when he was still potty training and he fell straight into the toilet

‘hmm,,, no. he told me that he met your nanay when she was a high school student and he was a in an intern at your lolo’s company’

iwa listened and he had a smile at how you said the tagalog word for grandfather

‘he said she almost ran him over by her bike and she fled but they met again when she visited your lolo. through that, they became friends and then she confessed to him. apparently, he declined because she was younger than him, although just 3 years, and he was leaving for his own country in a few months so he didnt know if she would wait for him’

were,,,, you reading his mind?

iwa knew of his parents story yet with you telling it, it sounded a million times more interesting

‘yet she promised him. thats it, just a promise. that she would remain faithful to him, she would keep herself for him and when she finally graduates, she would go and find him and they could be happy together. he said it was the longest 3 years of his life yet when he saw in the airport, he felt like the wait was worth it. because he gets to hold the embodiment of happiness in his arms for the rest of his life’

you finished and he hummed

‘times have changed, y/n’

‘even you?’

you stopped walking and he naturally stopped too

‘would you wait for me like he did if i promised myself to you? if i promised you that despite the few years of waiting, i would still be yours and remain yours until we’re ready to be together?’

WHAT IS HAPPENING!!!!!!!

iwa’s heart was drumming in his chest and he wanted so desparately to look at you in the eyes but you were making that impossible as your head was bowed and your eyes were fixed on the concrete you both stood on

‘of course, i would’

your head snapped up and e/c clashed with olive eyes

‘i would wait for you. we may,,, be young right now. and they might think we’re,,, being impulsive. but i dont care. because right now, all that matters, is you and me. we can think about the consequences later, but right now, i just want to kiss you’

he admitted, red ears seen by the moonlight

your body shook

‘do it, no balls’

well,,,, he has the balls

and under the moon, at 8:34 pm, iwaizumi hajime kissed you

OML THIS REMINDS ME OF THAT SEIJOH SHORT WHEN HE WAS TALKING TO OIKAWA AND HIS NEIGHBORS ARE LIKE ‘AH SHITE HERE WE GO AGAIN’

it didnt come as a surprise to the team when yall announced your relationship

well,, you both actually didnt tell them outright until like weeks later

what can you say?

you and iwa are very private people and you dont really like to show off in public

even though yall lit rally are stuck to the hip and he does things that he doesnt even think hes doing but he is totally doing

you were only caught by,,, guess who

mrs iwaizumi

it was weeks when she met up with mrs oikawa bc theyre totally best friends and thats why their sons are best friends

she told her of her son’s girlfriend and how sweet you were and how mrs oikawa should be jealous that her son doesnt have a girlfriend like that and the standards for oikawa’s future girlfriend was raised just by that teasing

oikawa literally came into after school practice after a phone call with his mother, fuming

you were talking to kindaichi and yahaba with iwa beside you, arm around your waist totally not obvious guys

and yall just saw an angry oikawa stomping towards yall

‘y/n-chan, iwa-chan, why the hell did my mom just call me and tell me that im not allowed to bring home a girl if she doesnt have h/c with s/c (skin color) and e/c and h/m (height measurement)?’

you shrugged

‘oikawa-san, i’ve never even met your mom before’

but iwa had a hunch

‘ahh,,,, my mom mustve been bragging to your mom. yanno how they are’

oikawa shot him a disbelieving look

‘IWA-CHAN! ITS BAD ENOUGH THAT YOU GOT A GIRLFRIEND AND I DONT! BUT ITS WORSE THAT YOUR RELATIONSHIP IS AFFECTING MY FUTURE ONE!’

he ranted, completely unaware that he just outed your entire relationship to the team

tbh they werent even surprised

like they were all ‘damn now shes taken. but cant say i didnt see that coming’

they took it pretty well too

they know how iwa is and they literally respect this mans and if anything, out of the whole team, he is the best candidate for your boyfriend

dating iwa is totally normal and yall just have increased touches?? like i dont know how to explain like he’s constantly holding your hand or arm around your waist or shoulder etc

literally nothing changed

you still have dinners at his house and iwa also knows your family and all that

and the most important thing is,

he kept that promise

even when he was literally at the other side of the world,

he still remained yours and you kept your own promise and waited patiently for his return

OOOOO TIMESKIP IWAIZUMI HAJIME (27) ATHLETE TRAINER

a little girl with bouncing dark brown hair was giggling as she maneuvered herself around the tall people

a shout from her parents and little sister was only making her run faster until she crashed into the legs of the person she’s been looking for

his blue jersey was similar to hers and she raised her arms up with a bright smile

‘uncle!’

she yelled and he chuckled before hoisting her up to his arms

‘ah, reyna-chan, didnt mom and dad tell you to wait for them? look! tala-chan is crying because you left her’

she followed his finger to her little sister, who was in her father’s arms, crying and reaching out for her

‘nee-chan!’

she screeched

finally, her parents were there and you were scolding her for running off

‘reyna, just dont do that again’

you said and she nodded, pouting and holding her uncle’s thumb

‘thank you, tooru-san. i dont know what i would do if she got lost’

oikawa grinned then gently patted the hat-covered head of the newborn baby girl that was strapped to your chest

‘hehe, its okay, y/n-chan. after all! uncle is always there to save reyna-chan!’

she shrieked when he held her up and hajime shook his head in his antics

‘where’s the others? i saw them in the stands but-’

he was cut off when he heard the shouts and yells from the other side that could only belong to your boys

‘woooo!!!!’

kindaichi’s voice echoed through the place and mattsuhana were rushing to greet their goddaughters

tala shyly accepted the arms of mattsun while makki was squealing quietly when darna was holding his finger tightly as she slept

‘taka-san, wanna hold her? she’s easier to hold when she’s sleeping’

‘oh can i?’

his eyes held the stars as the 11-month-old raised her fist then lowered it back down, sleep still heavy on her

‘waaa~ darna-chan is growing really quickly’

kunimi whispered, peering over his senpai to look at the baby whos eyes kept fluttering

you chuckled while looking at oikawa and him playfully bouncing reyna

‘tooru-san, congratulations on your win. it seems you’ve beaten hajime this time’

you complimented and the brunette smiled brightly at you, adjusting the little girls in his arms

‘ei, y/n-chan, i’ll beat him next time, and next time and the next time!’

every time he said ‘next’ he gave his goddaughter a kiss on her cheek making her giggle

your husband was pouting at the reminder of japan’s loss and you reached over to wrap your arms around him causing hajime to turn his head away from you

‘aww, my 4th baby is sad now’

you cooed and cupped his face delicately on your hands making him sulk and whine

the others, watching the scene, continue to be surprised at this side of their captain that remains to only be caused by you

‘ugh, nearly a decade later and theyre still sappy’

yahaba gagged and watari slapped his back

‘let them be happy’

‘come on! im in the mood for spaghetti! you like spaghetti, tala-chan?’

‘eung!’

mattsun cheered with kindaichi and she raised her hands to share the same energy

once everyone was situated in a restaurant and ordered, small talks were shared around the table of the past

‘haha, spaghetti is how your baba found out about you, tala-chan’

yahaba’s comment made the walking group laugh at the memory of seeing the video you sent in the seijoh group chat

‘i wanted to be creative with my second child since my firstborn was revealed by this loudmouth’

oikawa winced at the indirect diss at him

‘y/n-chan! i was really excited to find out i was going to be an uncle!’

‘youre already an uncle, bakakawa!’

hajime has toned down the insults to keep it pg for the children

‘but-!’

they started to argue, the oldest daughter looking disinterested as she sees this happening or hearing it whenever her dad and uncle video chat

‘it took me forever to find a ‘prego’ pasta sauce in the grocery store like i dont know why. was there a shortage?’

you complained, remembering the frustration

your fellow first years snickered at you and kindaichi prodded fun at you

‘is that why you just outright told him you were pregnant the day you found out?’

you rolled your eyes and watched makki and mattsun and tala watch the youngest as she wiggled her fists in the air and was awake enough to babble ‘makki’ over and over again

that was her first word and although she is now able to say a few words, she still repeats her first word over and over again

‘we had a fight and it just came out so of course i didnt have time to prepare!’

you defended and hajime finished his antics with oikawa just as you said that

‘what-what was your words again? ‘i really want to push you off the roof right now but i want my baby to meet their bastard father first?’‘

you gasped at that regretful statement and punched him in the arm

‘hajime! stop!’

you whined and covered your face with the sleeves of your his hoodie

‘hehe, y/n, you should do that again’

kyotani teased and you glared at him

‘shut up kyotani’

eyebrows were raised

‘eh? are you more hormonal?’

‘do you realize you already have 3 daughters?’

‘iwaizumi-san really wants to have a volleyball team family’

‘at least wait a year and a half, you animals’

‘so,, like hes that good huh?’

hajime growled and leaned over to intimidate but you snarled and jumped on your feet, being held back by the arms by kindaichi and hajime to stop yourself from leaping across the table to kill yahaba

‘keep talking like shite and i’ll make sure none of you become the godfather of this baby’

okay what

one, did you just curse

and two, this baby?!

‘im big sister again?!’

reyna ruined the surprised silence and then chaos ensued

‘WHAT!’

‘BABY?!’

‘THIS BABY?!’

you just realized what you said and smirked at the chaos you created and sat back down, leaning on the back of the chair and smugly taking a sip of your water

‘oh the power i hold in my hands’

you teased and oikawa pointed at you

‘when! how long!’

you looked at hajime who was so shocked that his eyes glazed over and a passerby wouldve thought he was dead

‘apparently 3 months’

oikawa started counting and his eyes widened at that thought

‘you-! you stayed in argentina! in my house! my house-!’

‘yep. both of them created under your house’

what

!!!!!

hajime fainted

oikawa screamed

a/n: okay i admit i got a little too carried away with this one. i just love filo!iwa and this was mostly written in his pov bc cmon we all know we love iwa and fell in love w him the moment we saw him

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thompsborn · 4 years ago

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do you have any spare ironhusbands or sambucky headcanons?

ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY

oh my god okay i’ve been so fucking wrapped up in both ironhusbands and sambucky and absolutely nothing else for WEEKS because of tfatws (obviously if you have seen my endless spam of reblogs but can you BLAME ME) and the portal closed has ironhusbands so i’ve been just. oh my god i am happily drowning in this and them and i do not need nor want air. ok.

also these are all hc’s based just in canon not au, and lol warning this got so long help me, though my brain is so scrambled from tfatws finale that all sambucky thoughts are scrambled and jumbled so i wasn't able to coordinate them as well as ironhusbands so the ironhusbands section is definitely longer pfighf i'm so sorry i'm like this

ironhusbands:

when they met at mit tony didnt know shit. like. like nothing. he didnt know a single god damn thing about anything. like he was a genius he could solve any equation given to him and baffled professors when he was handed like two supposedly impossible equations to this fuckin fourteen year old and he just looked at them with like a mcdonalds burger or some shit hanging out of his mouth and just answered them no problem, but he was still such a hopeless idiot, and rhodey, also a genius attending as a sixteen year old, had to teach him the basics of life, like. making toast. tony how do NOT know how to make toast. its TOAST. you put it in the TOASTER. have you NEVER SEEN A—OH MY GOD HOW DID YOU FUCKING CATCH IT ON FIRE—

he does not perfect the clearly impossible task of making toast until he is 17 and rhodey buys him a cake to celebrate the momentous occasion even though tony went though 528 toasters

you are gold by the national parks. thats it. thats all i have to say. listen to the song and look up the lyrics. you’ll get it.

and also paper planes by jon bellion but specifically for after rhodey tells tony he’s gonna join the air force and tony is worried but doesnt know how to show it and they have like a chill night in and all tony can think about is how stupid he is and how he’s such a coward because he cant get himself to tell rhodey that hi!! i love u!! and im scared to lose u and that you’ll get hurt and maybe die or smth!!

when rhodey finds out about how tony was raised (going with mcu, where tony wasnt physically abused but more emotionally neglected and ignored by howard and always talked down to and compared to others and wasnt treated like he was worthy and never was told he was loved and everything like that) he gets PISSED. like he is MONUMENTALLY angry. and it takes YEARS for him to find out about this too. and it actually puts a bit of a strain on their friendship for awhile when they meet too

like rhodey knows about the starks obviously and he assumes tony is going to be this obnoxious arrogant rich boy asshole and is so not looking forward to being roommates but he was raised to have an open mind and give everyone a chance, but tony was raised to be wary of everyone and keep his walls up and his emotions in shackles because whatever he shows can be used against him, so they clash, you know? they dont fight or anything but theres tension bc it isnt right and they dont get each other.

rhodey tries to be nice and tony doesnt understand nice because his only example of nice is jarvis and his mom and even then his mom and jarvis are always off with his dad so he barely sees them so its still rare for him to experience the nice of them so he doesnt know how to be around someone nice all the time, and so he gets defensive and thinks about how howard drilled it into him to be wary and he thinks maybe rhodey isnt ACTUALLY nice but someone PRETENDING to be

and rhodey starts to feel justified in assuming the worst about tony stark because tony is all cold and distant and rude and is about to stop the keeping an open mind thing about a month into their first year but then he comes back to their dorm early from class one day and tony doesnt come in so rhodey is just standing there and watches for a minute as tony sits there staring down at his twenty sixth attempt at a letter he wants to send his mom becauss he knows his mom likes letters even though he could just call but they havent really called him (howards fault but he’s fourteen still and its hard to rationalize that howards busy life and controlling thumb extends past his son) and rhodey is just confused because tony just suddenly sighs and sniffles a bit and murmurs “this is so stupid” and crumbles up the paper and throws it in the garbage and rhodey cant help but peer into it and barely sees the words hey mom scribbled at the top and that. that. hm. okay.

so rhodey keeps trying because he wasnt supposed to see that but he did and now he kind of has a feeling that maybe tony isnt all that cold and distant and rude as he seems, maybe he just doesnt really know how to be any different, so he thinks about all the subtle little ways that his family has shown him they care about him and starts to invite tony to go get food or to study together even though neither of them really need to study or to help each other with assignments or just anything thats mundane enough to not raise suspicion but still starts to open the door and make tony relax around him just that little bit and then before tony realizes it the end of their first year is there and theyre like friends or something and it hits him that he’s gonna miss rhodey.

for the first time ever there’s someone other than his mom and jarvis that he’s actually going to miss.

rhodey grins at him and says that they’ll be roommates again next year because they have to be and that the summer will be over before they know it and the sentiment is nice but tony spends the summer alone wandering around a house too big and empty after being in a dorm that’s small and has a friend.

but rhodey doesn’t know this. like he knows that tony isn’t the kind of guy he originally assumed but he doesn’t know that he’s literally ignored and neglected and like emotionally and sometimes verbally abused so he’s kind of surprised when the next year begins and they DO end up being roommates again (because tony kind of asked his mom, on a rare day when he got to see her and howard wasnt around, to get mit to make sure they could be) and tony just HUGS him like its been years and they’ve known each other forever but he goes with it and hugs him back because maybe tony’s just more affectionate once he gets to know someone and rhodey is okay w that.

they get closer as the years go by and they graduate from mit together and they’re BEST friends and at the end of the year rhodey invites tony to spend new years eve w his family but tony cant bc howard is having some kind of gala starting at 5 because hes weird and dumb and tony hates it and he also isnt given the option of not going even though he doesnt want to but the entire way there howard drills into him about not fucking up and berates him for all the times he has in the past and when they get there tony is already just not feeling it so he’s like nope!! no!! i simply cannot!!

so he goes in and finds an exit thats in the back and he leaves and finds a fucking payphone of all things and he has rhodeys home number memorized for years now and he calls and someone he doesnt knoe answers and theres music in the background and voices and tony’s entire stomach is in his throat and his heart is sunken into his twisted gut because he just wanted one night where maybe he could smile next to his parents and feel like he fit with them but he couldnt have that and he asks to talk to rhodey and then he is and asks if its too late to accept his invite and rhodey is like yeah of course do u need my address bc its still only 5 pm and its a 2 hour drive between south philadelphia and manhattan so he’d make it with plenty of time before it got to midnight so yay

and tony is like. oh. hm. i dont know how to drive actually. that was a thing that no one ever thought to teach me even though i asked about it about ten million times. and rhodey is used to tony not knowing how to do things that most people their age can (see: the toast) and plus its not uncommon for people from new york to not drive anyway so he doesnt think anything of it and instead asks for tony’s address to come pick him up instead and they’d still make it back by like 9-9:30 so that would work too

and thats when tony is like. well.

about that.

he might be calling from a payphone.

on a random street corner.

and its kind of raining. and he’s cold. and he’s a bit dulled out from everything so he doesn’t really think about the fact that admitting this is going to lead to having to explain what happened and also why and that is happens often. but that doesnt matter because he kind of just wants to be with his best friend and not back at that gala with his dad right now.

rhodey is like,,, ok. ok. wheres a coffee shop nearby u can wait in. and tony thankfully is by a 24 hour one and tells him the name and the street corner its closest to and rhodey is like i’ll be there asap and tony goes and he waits.

a two hour drive turns into an hour and a half because rhodey is Worried™

but when he walks in tony goes from being all dulled out to being all HOLY SHIT because rhodey has a SPLIT LIP and he’s like WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WHAT THE FUCK WHAT

and rhodey’s like no no its good my uncle was having fun and trying to wrestle with me and he accidentally elbowed me its all good man dont worry about it

tony isnt used to accidentally being hurt tho so he’s still like hmmm but he takes rhodeys word on it and they head out and tony wont say what happened or why he was calling from a payphone ?? which btw tony literally only was able to do bc there happened to be dropped change on the ground because boy would not have change on him ok, but rhodeys like alright lets go with this for now

so they gets to the rhodes house and it is in full swing with family and extended family and adopted family bc they are 100% the family that just adopts the neighborhood kids and the people who have no one else and like ex boyfriends and ex girlfriends even after the relationship ends bc they still are family despite not dating whoever it was they had been dating in order to be introduced to them so its a LOT of people and tony is like. this is semi familiar in terms a lot of people but this is NOTHING like what he has ever seen before holy fucking SHIT

rhodey is just like oh u have a small family then? so ur used to smaller gatherings?

and tonys like wtf are gatherings

and rhodey is starting to get a feel for what might be wrong but just takes tony inside to get him changed because he’s not spending new years eve at the rhodes house in a fucking expensive suit ok

tony is completely out of his element and like he’s not the only white guy there bc again the rhodes adopt people and those people are of every race and nationally you can imagine but he just isnt used to the vibe there are people laughing and sitting close together and playing games and theres music playing but not like classy music its music people can dance to and are dancing to and the food isnt the food he’s used to at galas and shit and nothing is what he’s used to and he just sticks to rhodey’s side like a fucking lost puppy and tries his best not to look like an idiot when rhodey introduces him to people and a lot of them know who he is but dont judge him or assume shit about him bc obviously if he’s friends w rhodey then he’s a good guy and they want to know him and thats enough

but tony is v overwhelmed bc what the FUCK IS HAPPENING this is nothing like anything he has ever experienced EVER

so eventually rhodey can tell he’s getting overwhelmed and takes him inside and lets him have a breather and then asks him about whats going in and thats when rhodey learns about what tonys life at home is really like and. anger.

SO MUCH anger

because not only has every single assumption he has ever made about tony been proven wrong, but now he knows that the best person he knows has never been treated the way he deserves and has never known a true home and comfort and love and safety and

and he’s gonna fix it

and this is the first step

so he takes tony back out and they’re still just friends but this is the day they both quietly realize they might kind of definitely like each other as more because tony is still so confused by the fact that what he knows isnt the normal and overwhelmed by how much there is and how different it is but rhodey holds his hand as a grounding point and whenever it might be too much they move off to the side where they arent completely gone but its less hectic and a bit more quiet and its just nice

tony goes to rhodeys house for every holiday despite whatever howard says

rhodey decks howard the only time they ever meet before tonys parents die and he has the most shit eating grin on his face afterwards that tony cant help but lose his shit laughing his ass off

anyway i didnt mean to ramble for so long about that specific idea so i’ll end the ironhusbands ramble with this one last thought, which is as follows:

rhodey gets hurt in the air force at some point, and it isnt that bad tbh but he does have to go the hospital and shit and gets stitches or whatever idk i dont know what specifically happens i just think it’d be just bad enough that it takes him a few weeks to be able to go back to work but he’s not like OH GOD HURT yk?

but like stated above tony was scared and worried when rhodey told him he was gonna go into the air force so he hears about this and they’re probably like almost 30 at this point because they’re dumb and it takes them forever to get their heads out of their asses (i say this even though in the portal closed it takes them even longer but i digress) rhodey has like his mon his sister his niece visiting him and they were worried but they know hes fine so theyre just talking and in a good mood and then—

door slams open. tony stark enter stage left. disheveled suit, fresh from a meeting he definitely was not supposed to leave, having flown in from maibu the second he heard and then had happy drive him and then got impatient because of traffic and ended up sprinting like ten blocks while happy was like what the FUCK

of course rhodeys family are well aware that these idiots are desperately in love with each other so they’re just like lol ok and just leave the room while tony starts fretting over him like he’s about to die himself if he doesnt know if rhodey is okay and rhodey is like tony tony dude tones stop tony im okay tony stop it

until finally tony just fucking breaks down like full on tears in his eyes voice cracking hands clasped as he leans against rhodeys bed and tells him that he was so scared and he is so scared all the time whenever rhodey is out there because all he can think about is losing him and him getting hurt or dying and it’s maddening and this is when they get their heads out of their asses and kiss for the first time

(irony at its finest bc later when they are married and tony becomes iron man rhodey refuses to not have a suit of his own because if tony is going out there in a metal flying tin can then he isn’t going alone and wow what a power couple)

sambucky:

firstly i’m going to go post tfatws, but i’ll make a bullet point before going into it so if you wanna read up until that point you can but most of this will be random little headcanons based post tfatws

also it isnt like a whole plotline thing like the ironhusbands ones ended up being these ones are more random and kinda all over the place but loosely connected

update from after writing this: i lied

let me start by saying my interpretation of why they are the way they are in civil war is because of steve

thats not saying steve is the bad guy i mean to say that they’re jealous of each other because they thought that THEY were steve’s best friend who the fuck is THIS guy i dont want him here go away

children. they are children.

which i find very funny to imagine from sams pov because he literally is a licensed therapist and would 100% recognize why he’s acting how he is but he’s petty enough to do it anyway

and also he literally was helping steve track bucky down but i like to imagine that sam didnt think they’d ever really find him again and it’d just make him and steve like super mega best friends or something because hes a CHILD

and then from bucky’s pov steve goes through all this trouble to find him and protect him and then this random guy is acting like steve’s best friend and gets to sit in the front seat ??? bullshit. absolutely bullshit. worst thing ever. so stupid.

its so funny to me okay its SO funny

its like that schoolyard thing where your friend makes another friend and you hate it so much that you do something stupid like color on their drawing or put gum in their hair or whatever but they’re adults with 1. super soldier serum or 2. a superhero reputation/avengers status and suit with wings. so thats a thing.

post civil war i dont think they get much yk. because bucky is out in cryo and team cap is on the run and i doubt theyre able to return to wakanda much, if at all, and then it’s infinity war and then it’s endgame and after endgame there’s the aftermath and the aftermath is a mess

i like to think they have some moments before tfatws though. not many but enough for that slight foundation thats we can kind of see in episode 2 yk.

okay NOW it gets into post tfatws so!!

SO post tfatws everything is different because now they not only have spent all this time together, but they understand each other in a way that they didn’t before. in a way no one ever has. not even steve, who may have known them before, but he isn’t here anymore and he wouldn’t understand who they are now vs who they were before and it’s different.

bucky finds comfort in sam’s home town. sam finds comfort in watching bucky find a home there and he doesnt know why.

also sam treats redwing like a puppy and lets him fly around on his own and gets pet and stuff and bucky acts annoyed but the longer it happens you can tell he’s like “oh my god why is this thing endearing”

bucky has nightmares and sam knows this but bucky doesnt know that sam also has nightmares until one night when they’re still in sams home town and they’re staying on the boat because sams nephews are having a sleepover with some friends and they didnt want to get in the way or smth idk i just want an excuse for them to be on the boat and somewhat secluded from people but bucky already woke up from his nightmare and is out on the deck to get some fresh out and then oop

sam havin a nightmare too

because fucking of COURSE sam has nightmares he has been through some shit too!! not being able to catch riley and everything that happened since meeting steve and thanos and he turned to dust alone in the bushes ok like yes everyone that died were traumatized undoubtedly (peter my baby boy baby im so sorry that you got the worst of it) but bucky was around people but sam was laying on the ground and probably just watched his hands as he disappeared and he was alone and like. jesus christ ok.

and then steve trusted him with every weight and everything that comes with the shield not knowing how much more the shield has when he gave it to a black man and just like he has nightmares everyone in marvel does its a fact

but bucky finds out like this and he is shocked even though he realizes he probably should have been able to guess that this is a thing and he knows so much more about sam now than he ever did but this is how he learns more. he learns about riley. he learns so much.

sometimes bucky has those like “oh shit” moments where he’s like “maybe i was kind of a dick to someone who didnt deserve it” and he already had one of those with sam about the shield but he has another one because he assumed shit about sam when they were being all childish and jealous about someone else being friends with steve but like fuck

steve and sam probably got it

the not catching someone. the way it felt to try and to reach out and to miss and to have to choice but to watch as they fell.

what’s different is that steve got bucky back. he got to have that relief, eventually, even if there was the pain of knowing bucky had been taken by hydra, but at least he knew bucky had made it.

sam didn’t have that. riley didnt make it.

therefore, bucky has his “oh shit”

and bucky was already going soft around the edges with sam (as clearly seen in the last two episodes of tfatws, ESPECIALLY the finale because like did tou SEEZ ALL THE HEART EYES oh my GOD) but it’s this that really makes something in him melt and he just. he loses the last remnants of whatever tension or resentment or whatever negative feeling he may have been clutching onto.

there wasnt much left. but now theres none. now its all washed away.

its gone, and he gets it.

sam is a licensed therapist and he knew the reason he was being all dumb and childish and jealous with bucky was because steve had another best friend but also because steve’s other best friend was the guy that had been a big factor in how him and steve understood each other and how they bonded and it

it had kind of felt like they lost part of that when they found bucky again in civil war and he kind of wanted to blame bucky for it even though he didnt actually blame him at all so all it translated to was that dumb kind of jealous thing instead

but now it’s just them. its sam and bucky and it isnt steve and it isnt about steve and it shouldnt be because its about them. its about the boat and the water and the way they sit and watch the waves while the silence settles over them and the way that bucky says, “im sorry.”

its the way sam says, “me too.”

and bucky says, “you dont have to be.”

its the way they stay there until sarah comes to get them for breakfast and sams nephews convince them to play with them and their friends and the world is still shit and there is so much to do but

but its this and its them and that can wait

it can wait

they can take their time if they want to

maybe they’ve earned that much, at least

(it isn't a fast development because they're a complicated pair and there's so much to the two of them that need to figured out individually before they can even realize how well they work together, but the steps are so much easier knowing that they have the other in their corner and bucky knows that sam's home town is a place he's welcome to go and sam helps him make his own dreary little apartment into something that feels real and tangible with a bed and a couch and when they've become something that resembles stable and they've found a balance and they're okay, that's when they realize that maybe they can try for the more that sometimes bubbles under their skin and that they started to think about the more they spend time together. the warmth that sam feels every time he sees bucky playing games with his nephew and the smile that bucky has to fight to hide and still can't fully suppress when sam stands tall and proud with the shield in its rightful place, and it takes time, it takes work, it takes carefully placed bricks to build the foundation they need, but they get there, and when they do...

when they do, they're already happy, and it just makes them happier, and that's what makes it so much better.

that's what makes it worth the wait.)

#ironhusbands #sambucky #headcanons #asks

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urmomification · 4 years ago

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SWAG ANOTHER DREAM SMP AU FIC IDEA THAT ILL NEVER WRITE POG

this is a very long post please im so sorry my brain it just

(tw for like slight possession n shit)

(sorry its all jumbled i write all of these in discord to my friend and copy paste them here please if u have questions ask me im always willing to talk abt this shit please it haunts me)

(context: i saw a tiktok abt the hc that both dream and techno are gods of some sort bc theyre mentioned in the tales of the smp by karl a time traveller and my brain just ran w it)

going back to the techno and dream are gods thing right so dream is a vessel for the god dream xd (??? work in progress youll know what im talking about at some point its really funny tho uve def seen clips of it) and he was possessed?? by the god after the server started (when he started going from super friendly with everyone to control/power hungry) when he started sacrificing everything for power so no one could have power over him? that was the god making him do it bc the god was terrified of not being in control since theyd lost it all to techno in their past. thats why we never see dream and techno fight and why we see dream extend help and support to him at times as well as respecting his boundaries and such bc theyre scared of techno (again w the best of 10 duel reference, techno killed the god in a past life which is why the god has been forced to use a human vessel to get anything done on the mortal plane) but when something that powerful spends pretty much any amount of time in something mortal and mundane like a person, the host body starts to change (hence the mask) i like to think that the god would be akin to that of a biblically correct angel?? like the ones w multiple eyes n shit yk so after time things start to happen to normal dreams body he gets extra sets of eyes and he gets taller and overall his body seems just Too Small for whatevers inside of him and thats why he (hc) started wearing the mask in the first place he knew something was wrong w him but he didnt want anyone to know even tho they would most likely help him he was ashamed that he was different in the first place so he started wearing the mask once the other eyes showed up. and i think that the god would talk to dream similarly to how technos voices work yk? except its just the one voice instead of many many small ones. and again with the mask thing when he lost to tommy and they took him in, part of his mask broke to the point where u could see just a bit of the right side of his face but enough to see that it Wasnt Right there were two eyes where there shouldve been one and spots on his cheeks bright enough to resemble stars and where the color of his pupil should have been is just a sickeningly neon green with nothing else behind it. so they let him keep the mask even tho they already know something is wrong but it clearly makes him Very Distressed when asked to remove the mask or told to give it up. blah blah blah god harassing its host bc it got them caught and thrown in a prison and dream goes ever so slightly insane having to share a mind and body with a literal ancient god w a vendetta against everything hes built whos forced him to sacrifice everything he loved and cared for out of fear yk the usual prison shit and then techno comes a long and breaks him out or whatever but on their way back to his house he drops a really cryptic line abt how 'its nice to see an old friend again' and 'i thought i got rid of u for good last time' and dream is just ???? what are u talking about?? weve never been friends and youve never gotten rid of me? what. until techno spins around and just 'im not talking to you im talking to the thing inside u' or whatever and dreams eyes flash some brilliant gold or sumn and boom this is ur fellow god speaking how may i help you and dream xd (that feels so wrong to say but) and techno bond or well ig just talk abt how the past centuries have gone and ig while xd is fronting (??? i think itd kinda be like DID in a sense w multiple people being able to front yk?) dream is in a sort of semi conscious state but still hears everything going on around his own body until hes thrown back into the drivers seat (i think that xd would only be able to front for short periods of time due to the vessel n shit that makes sense right) and hes so confused someone please help him hes just a dude who happened to get possessed by a god someone help him so when they finally get back to technos house he sits dream down and explains the best he can without literally melting dreams brain. which would also play into the 'technoblade never dies' bc hes. literally a god. mortals cant kill him unless they have idk some sort of super weapon idk and blah blah blah xd gets what they want and finally has the ability to leave finally leaving dream literally the shell of a man with no home friends materials or anything with techno to basically take care of him until he reaches some semblance of stability again (which would take ages, realistically (wdym realistically) going from normal, to a god sharing a body with you and speaking in you brain living as a single being together and hearing their thoughts, to back to normal but with all the memories of what you did and what they made you do and also no more god speaking in ur head it would take a hot sec to recover from) so he lives with techno (whos, not to mention, another god) for a while until he can fend for himself again and after a good year or so passes and no one hears from dream they start to look for him and see what happened bc he went from the biggest threat on the server to just. gone. no one knows where he went after whatever he did and they want closure. is he dead?? who knows. so george and sap set out looking for him and decide to ask techno for help since hes good w directions n shit also he was the last person to see dream alive so he might have an idea of where he is and they walk up to his house and knock on his door and techno opens it and just stares at them he knows who they are, dreams talked about them before but hes never met them really so he talks to them, getting through the polite hellos how are yous before sap finally asks 'do you know what happened to dream? no one knows where he went and we just want closure' techno huffs and tells them to wait there he (this is the basement door im using his arctic tundra house in my head) goes down the ladder to the second basement, they can hear him talking to multiple people (ranboo phil dream) but cant tell who everyone is before coming back up the ladder, back to the door. he tells them to wait outside he needs to get something first (its dream hes getting dream) theyre standing out by carls stable when the door creaks open and dream steps out looking around for who the fuck could possibly be looking for them he betrayed everyone and most people thought he was dead who could possibly be here asking for himself and not ranboo or philza and when he steps out, his green hoodie (memento made by ranboo to help him cope w the loss of the voice in his head) catching the morning light off the snow and he was happy and then he saw them standing by the house hed grown to call home at least for now he breaks. he missed them so so much it hurt. he never expected to see them ever again much less them come looking to see him but hes scared he realizes he doesnt know what to say there is nothing to say he fucked them all over he ruined everything and then hes being hugged. they missed him too. they dont forgive him jsut yet but they missed him and thats enough for him right now. the three of them stand there just being in each others presences and techno creaks the door open to make sure they arent trying to kill each other and sighs and leans against the frame smiling. hes happy again and thats the best he can do for him. he invites them all in and offers to explain everything to them to try and ease the blame off of dream bc in all honesty it was his fault but xd made it far far worse that it should have been (a bit late but foot note abt xd i think that they would be an idle god until someone w intense feelings of powerlessness and insecurity like awoke them from their techno induced slumber and inhabited dream to help him fulfill his desires for power and control) and by the time he and dream are finished its late at night and sap and george are ??? so u were possessed by a god who techno killed centuries ago in a duel and it amplified ur feelings of insecurity and ur thirst for control to the point of isolating urself from us and destroying everything everyone cared abt?? also technos an ancient god who lusts for bloodshed but also makes turtle farms in his free time?? are we getting this right????? and techno and dream are just yea thats abt it glad this all made sense then they all go to bed (its a small house dream has a lil shack like ranboos and sap and george somehow slept over there for the night) and in the morning sap and george leave again but promise to come back, they still arent ready to forgive and forget bc even tho it wasnt all his fault his emotions getting away from him is what caused this all in the first place so they do need time to process now that they know he isnt dead and dream continues to live near techno in almost full independence and eventually moves back with his friends even tho many still hate him. hes happy and for now thats enough. another foot note; even after xd leaves his being, he still has the extra eyes, glowy freckles n is xtra tall n shit that cant just be reversed but now that hes himself again these things take their tolls on human bodies so i think hed have something at least similar to arthritis bc of how his bones were literally manipulated bc of how strong ethereal magic or whatever is. so he would still wear the broken mask but he takes it off now and is ok with it being off hes working on getting better now that hes himself again and everyone living w/by techno is helping him with that. also i think that he would get blinks of xd's memories like from when techno was killing them and have sumn like ptsd panic attacks from it and techno feels super guilty abt it but theres literally nothing he can do except apologize and after the first few times dream stopped him from apologizing bc it is his fault but he didnt do it to him so it doesnt matter to dream at least and they live in pretty much harmony until dream finally moves back in w george and sap the end. he also started wearing the mask in the first place bc of the extra eyes but he played it off as being uncomfortable around new people and not wanting them to know what he looked like until he trusted them (bc that literally makes sense irl how funky is that) so sap and george never pushed him and when they caught him without it on on the rare occasion they wouldnt pressure him to leave it off or anything even tho they already knew what he looked like (when they respect ur boundaries </3) they just assumed that it was insecurity (it was but also mans had like 3 eyes so) and just left him alone

#dream smp #long post under cut #dream mcyt #technoblade #dream xd #i love dream xd their concept is literally so fucking funny to me #this idea hit me like a train at 11pm and i wrote from 12:04am to 1:02am scribbling this down in dms on discord to my friend whos asleep #fic au idea #i should start a whole tag of that wanna bet how many posts would be there #edit: there are #2064 words and #10582 characters under the cut #what the fuck #is we fuckin doin

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Snow in California || Shawn Mendes

Description: After a snow emergency, Shawn is left having to spend Christmas with your family. It’d be completely fine if it weren’t for the fact that they all assumed he’s your boyfriend.

Description per my notes (aka JUMBLY): you’re stuck in LA for Christmas but lucky for you my family’s here so you can just come with me….except there’s a catch, I told my family I have a boyfriend

A/N: Dani is EARLY with a FIC? ya bc she got plans tonight ope anyway ok this is LOOSELY based on “Snow in California” by Ariana Grande, and that wasn’t on purpose but then I was thinking of a title and I’m like wait it’s kinda like the song so I just rolled with it bc this bitch sucks at titles :) also there’s a lil part that parallels “A Christmas Miracle” and I wanna see if anyone catches it ;)

Word Count: 5.9k

12 Days of Ficmas

You watched the clock carefully, waiting for it to hit noon so Shawn would be done with this interview and you could finally get something to eat. You clicked through emails and scheduled a few more things before it would start to die down with Christmas being two days away.

You got lost in trying to schedule an interview for Shawn when you felt something kick your foot. You looked up to see Shawn looking down at you.

“Ready for some damn lunch?” He said, obviously just as hungry as you were.

“Hell freaking yes,” you said as you slammed your laptop shut and followed him out the door to your car.

You threw your bag in the back seat and started down the road to a small restaurant the two of you had been wanting to try.

“When do you see your family?” Shawn asked once you pulled on top the main road.

“I’ll probably leave midday tomorrow. See my grandparents on Christmas Eve night, and then hang out with my family on Christmas Day,” you said with a smile, not being able to wait for it to be Christmas.

“Your flight leaves at 6:00 tomorrow, right?” you said as you glanced over at him.

He nodded his head with a small smile.

“It’s only three days, but I can’t wait,” he said softly.

You pulled into the parking lot, and Shawn stayed in the car while you ran in to grab your take out order. You got back in the car and plopped the large bag of food on Shawn’s lap.

“My place or yours?” You asked before you backed out.

“Mine. I need to bounce that song idea off you,” Shawn said.

You nodded your head, remembering what he had told you before.

“As long as we’re at that meeting at 5:00, we should be good,” you thought out loud as you turned onto Shawn’s street.

You and Shawn made your way up to his condo, getting ready to eat the food you could smell the whole ride home.

You opened his door and were met with his cheerfully decorated living room that he spent so much time on. You sat down by the island and started pulling out food, wanting to try a little bit of everything. Shawn sat across from you, taking the food as you handed it to him.

You ate in silence for a few minutes as you looked at your phones. A weather alert popped up. Blizzards around Toronto. You didn’t say anything, hoping it’d pass by or Shawn would never see it.

You set your phone down after a while, talking to Shawn about the interview he just did, and your plans for your few days you both got to spend at home. You couldn’t get the blizzard warning out of your head.

“Hey, did you see the weather warning?” You asked casually.

Shawn furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head.

“There’s supposed to be blizzards around Toronto starting tonight,” you said slowly and carefully.

Shawn’s face stayed blank, thinking it through. He picked his phone back up to check his email. His face dropped.

“My flight was canceled,” he said under his breath. He scrolled mercilessly, trying to refresh the page, hoping this was a mistake.

“Can you maybe find one for Christmas Eve?” You said, immediately pulling out your laptop to search for a new flight for him.

Thirty minutes of Shawn scrolling on his phone, and you looking at every possible way home on your laptop, it was hopeless. There were no flights going into Toronto until two days after Christmas.

You sat on the arm of his couch, watching him pace back and forth as he talked to someone from the airport. He tugged at his hair and finally sat down on the edge of the couch right next to you. You moved your hand carefully to his back, rubbing it up and down as he tried to speak calmly to the person on the other end.

“No…no, it’s fine. I get it. Yeah…thanks anyway,” Shawn said as he hung up the phone throwing it on the ground and resting his head in his hand.

You continued to rub his back, and after a moment, he leaned into you, resting the side of his head on your knee. You could feel his wet cheeks soaking into your jeans. You threaded your fingers through his hair, not talking quite yet.

You could feel his body shake as his shoulder bumped against your thigh. You moved your hand back down to his shoulders, resting your hand on his opposite one.

“I’m so sorry, Shawn,” you finally whispered.

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he let out a sob he definitely didn’t mean for you to hear. At that, you gently pushed him over a little, moving directly next to him and pulled his head into your chest. He adjusted to lay on the couch, his long legs hanging off the end as he rested his head on your lap and you continued to play with his hair.

You typed out a quick text to Andrew, telling him what happened. He promptly canceled the meeting that was supposed to happen in an hour and asked if he could help with anything.

But there wasn’t.

Because it was two days before Christmas, and Shawn just found out he can’t spend it with his family.

Instead of saying that, you just told him you’d let him know.

You sat there with Shawn’s head laid in your lap for longer than you could keep track of. You watched the sunset from his living room window, still running your fingers through his hair as a gentle reminder that you were there when he needed to talk.

After probably an hour, he finally said, “This fucking sucks,” as he turned over to look up at you.

You nodded your head slowly as you looked down at him, “I know.”

It went silent again as he stared up at the ceiling.

“What am I going to do?” He said barely above a whisper.

“Anyone here will be glad to have you over. You could always go with Andrew or Josiah, and my family would love to have you as well,” you said.

“Would they?” He asked as his voice broke.

You nodded your head and said, “Of course, you know they love you.”

He fell silent as he continued to look up at you, and you awaited his answer.

“When are you leaving?” He asked.

“Tomorrow around 1:00 probably. We’re just going to my grandparents,” you explained. “And then Christmas morning we have breakfast and open gifts just with my family and spend the day lounging around doing absolutely nothing.”

“Are you sure I wouldn’t be intruding?”

“Shawn, my uncle’s ex-wife’s kids with her new husband came to our family Christmas last year. Trust me, everyone is welcome, especially you,” you said.

“Ok,” he mumbled. “Should I bring flowers or something?”

“You don’t have to, but my grandma is a sucker for flowers,” you said as a small smile finally spread across his face.

“I feel like I should get your family presents, too,” he said as he thought this all through.

“You know you don’t have to,” you said. “Your presence is gift enough.”

He finally sat up and stood up quickly, stumbling a little as the blood rushed from his head.

“Will you go Christmas shopping with me?” He asked quickly as he glanced at the time. “The mall should still be open for two more hours, and I don’t know what your family likes.”

You nodded your head and stood up, following him to the door and then to his car.

You took a few minutes in the car to call your parents and let them know.

“Hello, dear!” Your mom cheerfully answered her phone.

“Hey, how are you doing with the Christmas prepping?” You asked as you played with the bottom of your shirt.

“Really good! I wish you’d bring that boyfriend of yours though,” she said with a huff.

You side glanced at Shawn, hoping he couldn’t hear what your mom was saying to you on the phone. Your mom had been trying to set you up with every guy around your age for the past few months, so you told her you were seeing someone. You “refused to tell her his name” so she didn’t “stalk him on social media,” but really, he just didn’t exist.

“Well, I am bringing someone actually. Shawn’s coming with,” you said.

“I should’ve known Shawn was the guy you were seeing! The way you two are always together even when you’re not working. Oh! Your dad will be so happy to hear this,�� she rambled on.

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head. “Mom, I don’t-“

She cut you off before you could finish, “I gotta go, honey, I’ll see you tomorrow!”

And with that, she hung up.

You dropped the phone into your lap and banged your head against the window.

A look of panic spread across Shawn’s face.

“They don’t want me to come, do they? I should’ve known. It’s fine, really-“

You cut him off, “No, no, they’re really excited you’re coming,” you said with a little too much sarcasm, confusing Shawn further.

“That doesn’t sound like you’re serious,” he said slowly.

“They think we’re dating,” you said, not daring to look at him, as he whipped his head around to look at you.

“Why?” Shawn said with a laugh.

You groaned and rested your face in your hands, shaking your head as Shawn continued to laugh to himself.

“I told them I was seeing someone to get them off my back, and when I saw I was bringing you, she assumed,” you said. “And before I could correct her, she was hanging up on me.”

“If this were to happen to literally anyone, it’d be you,” Shawn said.

“I’ll call her back later and explain,” you mumbled, looking down at your phone.

“Don’t,” Shawn said quickly.

You looked over at him and raised your eyebrow as he kept his eyes on the road.

“I mean…you’re letting me spend Christmas with your family, the least I can do is pretend to be your boyfriend, so your family gets off your back,” he said.

You studied him as he stayed serious.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” You said with hesitation evident in your voice.

“[Y/N], it’ll be easy. It’s for three days. I’ve just gotta throw my arm around you occasionally and embellish our everyday stories a little bit. Trust me. No one will even know,” he said with maybe a little too much confidence.

“So, when did we start dating?” You asked him.

“Well, what did you tell your mom?” He turned the question back at you.

“I first said I was seeing someone…beginning of October? So we’ve been together since September,” you said.

“What day?” He said.

“Does it matter?”

“Well, yeah. What if someone asks each of us individually what day, and we say different days?” He said.

“Alright, then it was the twelfth,” you said, thinking of a random date.

“We were in New York that week. Perfect,” he said as he pulled into the parking lot of the mall. “How did we find out we had feelings for each other?”

“You wrote a song about me,” you said with admiration in your eyes and a hand to your heart.

He gave you a look, “Really?”

“Yes, really. Come on, it’s really not difficult to believe at all,” you said with a scoff.

“Is it?” He asked as he parked and got out of the car.

You followed suit and walked towards the entrance with him.

“You write songs about every girl that’s looked at you. Of course, you wrote one about me,” you said.

“Ouch,” he said under his breath.

“You’re only saying that because I’m right,” you taunted.

“Ok, fine. I wrote a song about you. How did you find out it was about you?” He diverted.

“You played it for me, and you referenced a specific memory that happened between the two of us. So I was able to put two and two together,” you said as the two of you walked in and started walking down the first row of stores.

“And what’s the memory?” He continued.

“I’m doing all the hard work. You pick the memory,” you said, turning into one of your sister’s favorite stores.

“Does it have to be a real memory, or can I make that up?” He said as you tried to find the sweater your sister wanted.

“It probably should be real, so we can stay as close to the truth as possible,” you said.

“Alright…” he trailed off, thinking about his time spent with you. “That time we went shopping at midnight, and then you got me in that car accident.”

“It was not my fault!” You defended as you threw the sweater at him. “She’s been looking at this for weeks, and my mom couldn’t find it anywhere. She’ll love you forever.”

Shawn held up the sweater and nodded his head, “Perfect. And it was totally your fault.”

You and Shawn wandered around the mall as you helped him pick out gifts for your family. Two hours later and you walked out with four gifts and the perfectly fabricated story.

It was late by the time you got back to your apartment, plopping down on the couch, wanting to go to bed, but knowing you had nothing packed yet.

Shawn was coming over at 8:00 the next morning to ensure you had all your lies in order, so the packing had to be done now.

You slowly got up and trudged to your bedroom. You grabbed the outfit you were wearing for Christmas Eve and hung it up on your door to put on the next morning. You threw your Christmas pajamas and your Christmas Day outfit along with some other clothes into a suitcase.

After packing everything up, you sat on the edge of your bed and stared at your dresser in front of you. On top of it sat a little black box. The gift you’d picked out for Shawn weeks ago.

You had contemplated whether or not you had wanted to give it to him since the moment you ordered it. You knew he’d like it. But you didn’t want him to think it was something someone who was “more than a friend and a coworker” would give him. Even though you definitely wanted that.

You stood up and grabbed the box, opening it up to run your finger across the cool metal of the bracelet, an almost exact replica of the one he had lost when you were in New York.

You closed it back up and put it in the bag of gifts for your family. It’d make this relationship more believable. You’d at least try to convince yourself of that.

You tossed and turned all night, and so did Shawn.

He couldn’t stop stressing over how he was going to ruin this. He ran every single possibility through his head, and he just knew he was destined to somehow mess up the story.

Of course, it was incredibly hard to mess it up since most of it was true. He had fallen for you in September. It was when you were in New York. He was writing songs about you.

The small box on his nightstand seemed to be screaming at him.

You’d been complaining for months about needing a ring that matched the bracelet you wore every day. Shawn found one. And it was perfect. The perfect gift a boyfriend would give to his girlfriend, but you were only pretending, and he didn’t want you to feel weird about it.

Without letting himself regret it, he stood up, grabbed the ring and put it in the top pocket of his duffle bag.

Both of you fell asleep only a few hours before Shawn had to be at your apartment, so he showed up with two very large coffees.

Once you opened the door for him, he carried in his duffle bag and his own bag of presents.

“Merry Christmas Eve!” He said as he set his things down. “Alright, babe, let’s practice,” he said with a wink as he handed you your coffee.

“Well, thank you…honey?” You said with hesitation.

He slightly shook his head at you, “You’ve gotta commit.”

“Thank you, honey,” you said with a small smile as you sat down on the couch.

“Incredibly believable. When did I ask you out officially?” He asked, sitting across from you.

“September 12. We were in New York, and I walked in on you practicing a song you were writing. I knew it was about me after I asked you to sing it for me,” you said. “How did you know you were falling for me?”

“Well, you were the only person who would call me out on my bullshit, and I wasn’t used to people doing that. So it just drew me to you. I slowly fell for every other aspect of you,” he said.

Your heart skipped a beat as you had to remind yourself this wasn’t real.

“What’s our favorite thing to do together?” He asked.

“Walks in the park with ice cream from that little shop down the street,” you said, taking a drink from your coffee. “What’s the song that’s about me?”

“Well, it hasn’t been released yet, and an artist never reveals the project before it’s done,” he said with the softest smile.

“I think we’re good,” you say with a shrug.

“I just gotta make sure I’m always near you with an arm around you or holding your hand,” he added.

“Exactly,” you said. You glanced down at the time. It was barely 9:00.

“We really didn’t have to meet this early,” you whispered.

“I know, but I was nervous,” he whispered back.

You spent the next few hours practicing random facts about each other and going over memories you had to make up while you both sprawled across the sofa.

“Do you think it’s going to look…unnatural?” Shawn asked as he sat up. “With my arm being around you. Do I look comfortable?”

He brought his arm around you, resting it on the top of the couch as you leaned slightly into his side.

“I feel like we look good,” you said, looking over at him. “Hold my hand.”

He slowly laced his fingers with yours as you both fell silent, staring down at your intertwined hands.

Shawn coughed after a moment, pulling his hand away.

“Yeah, looks good,” he said, not meeting your gaze.

You nervously tucked your hair behind your ear as you checked the time.

“If we leave now, we can get more coffee on the way there,” you said with a hopeful smile.

“Sounds fantastic to me,” he said as he stood up, turning around to help you up.

You grabbed your things and walked down to your car waiting in the parking lot. You threw your things in the back, quickly checking to make sure the box was still in the bag.

A little more than an hour and you were back home, pulling into your parents’ driveway. You parked your car and looked over at Shawn.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

You looked out your window to see your mom waiting at the door.

“Let’s do this,” you said as you got out of the car and waved to your mom. You went to grab your bags, but Shawn stopped you.

“I got it, babe,” he said, brushing you away.

You tried not to make it obvious at how shocked you were at how he was playing it up already. This might be easier than you thought.

I greeted your mom with a big smile and a hug as Shawn followed behind you with his arms filled with bags.

“Merry Christmas!” She said as she held you tight. She let you go after a moment and watched Shawn struggle.

She quickly took the two bags of gifts out of his hands, and you both had the same expression on your face.

“I can take that, Mom,” you quickly said as you grabbed your bag of gifts.

“And I can take that, no worries at all,” Shawn said with a smile.

Your mom patted him on the shoulder as you both walked into the house.

“Where is everyone?” You asked as you peaked into the living room.

“Your dad and Rachel ran to the grocery store, Aaron is meeting us at Grandma’s,” your mom explained as she shut the front door.

“Well, we’re going to go put our stuff upstairs,” you said as you gently nudged Shawn to move forward.

You slipped in front of him as you lead him to your old bedroom. You kicked the door open and set the bag down in the corner of the room.

You turned around to see Shawn beaming as he looked at the pictures that lined your walls. You slid the bags off his arms as he continued to look around your room.

“You were so cute,” he said softly as he pointed at a picture with you and your best friend in second grade.

After setting the rest of the bags down, you stood next to him, looking at the picture.

“Who’s that?” He asked as he pointed at a picture of you and your high school boyfriend.

You cringed as you reached up and tugged the picture down.

“That was supposed to be thrown away,” you said, tossing it in the trash.

“Ah, gotcha,” he said. “Now you have to fill the empty space.”

“Shawn, I don’t live here anymore,” you reminded him.

He shrugged, “Well, yeah, but still.”

For the first time, he turned around and looked at you, his eyes then drifting to your bed.

“We’re going to have to share that, aren’t we?” He said quietly.

You nodded your head, “Well, you are my boyfriend, so of course, we’d share a bed. And we don’t have a guest room.”

An awkward silence came between you two.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” you said with a pat on his shoulder as you tugged him out of your room, gently lacing your hands together as you pulled him down the stairs.

You were met with your mom baking in the kitchen, finishing up cookies to bring to your grandma’s house in a few hours. Shawn leaned against the counter, and you leaned gently against his side.

“Need any help?” You asked.

Your mom simply shook her head, “Nope, I’m in the zone. Rather you did not interrupt me, dear.”

Your jaw dropped as Shawn laughed at your mom.

“We’ll just get out of your hair then,” you said a little too dramatically as you tugged Shawn into the sunroom at the back of your house.

You settled into the couch in the corner, crossing your legs and facing him as he did the same.

“How are you doing?” He whispered.

You nodded your head, “good,” you whispered back. “This isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”

“It’s because I’m a really great boyfriend,” he said with a confident smile.

Before you could respond, the back door opened, and your dad and sister walked in with a few bags.

“Hey!” Your dad said cheerfully. You stood up and gave him a quick hug, and Shawn followed, shaking his hand.

“Nice to see you, Shawn,” he said with a small smile.

“You too, sir,” he said back.

“Well, we’ll leave you two,” Rachel said as she motioned for your dad to follow her into the kitchen.

You sat back down on the couch in your original spot, this time turning to rest your head on Shawn’s shoulder.

“Tired?” He whispered.

You nodded your head gently, “Didn’t sleep much last night.”

“Me too,” he said, settling back into the couch and pulling you with him so your head lay on his chest.

“We still have two hours,” you mumbled.

“Then nap,” Shawn whispered.

He didn’t have to tell you twice as you relaxed into him and fell asleep. It felt too real. That this was your actual boyfriend, and it was his first holiday with your family. You had to beg yourself to not believe that.

You felt someone tug on your foot, and you jolted awake, smacking your head on Shawn’s jaw as you both groaned.

You shifted up to your knees, rubbing the top of your head as you brought your hand to Shawn’s jaw.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry, honey,” you said through a laugh as you traced your thumb across his jaw gently.

“Not the first time, won’t be the last,” he said as he smiled sleepily up at you.

Your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t even realize what you were doing before you leaned in and kissed the side of his jaw where your head hit. You could feel his breath hitch.

“All better,” you whispered, as you pulled away, his eyes not leaving yours.

“Alright, love birds. We’re leaving for Grandma’s,” Rachel said, being the one who tugged on your foot.

You both nodded and stood up, finding your shoes and hopping into your car. You drove the short distance to your Grandma’s house as the car was silent.

“That was good,” Shawn said as he broke the silence.

“What?”

“When you kissed my jaw, that was good. As in, like. Very believable,” he stumbled over his words.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said. “Rachel’s a sucker for shit like that.”

The silence fell again as you pulled up and parked before making your way into your grandma’s house.

The night went exactly as it was supposed to. Shawn met all your aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents, while also being introduced to other people who showed up. You spent your night in the back corner of the couch with Shawn’s arm draped around you. You barely stood up all night, as any time you needed something, Shawn said he’d get it and would leave with a gentle pat on your knee.

Your aunt slid into his spot one of those times, giving you a look.

“Quite the gentleman, huh?” She said.

You smiled and nodded, “Yeah, he’s pretty perfect.”

“How long has it been? And how come I just found out yesterday when your mom called me?” your aunt asked.

“Since September, and you know how it is. His private life has to be incredibly quiet for it to stay private,” you said.

“Are you ok with that?”

Out of all the questions you were prepared for, this wasn’t one you practiced.

“Um,” you paused. “Yeah, I am. I mean, I work for him,” you said with a chuckle. “Some people wouldn’t take that too well.”

Your aunt nodded her head, “Well, when it’s real as it is between you two, people shouldn’t even think that but that’s just how it is sometimes,” she said with a sigh. “One day.”

“One day,” you repeated, your heart beating out of your chest at how she said this was so real. You wanted to shake her and tell her it wasn’t but you wanted it to be so bad.

She stood up and went back to her spot as Shawn came back and handed you your glass of wine.

“Am I going to have to drive?” He asked with a smirk as you took another drink.

“Yep,” you said, curling into his side again.

The night flew by after everyone ate dinner and opened gifts. Everyone was eager to talk to Shawn and you about your relationship. The two of you answered every question perfectly. No one suspected a thing.

Before you knew it, Shawn was driving you home as you dozed off in the front seat. He pulled into the driveway behind your parents. He rounded the car and opened your door.

“Come on, love,” he whispered, kneeling down by your door as you looked at him.

“Do I have to?” You mumbled.

“Want me to carry you?” He said with a small smile.

You nodded your head as he turned around, and you slid onto his back. He shut the door and walked toward the back door with the rest of your family as you rested your head on his shoulder.

You heard a chorus of goodnights before you felt Shawn shut your bedroom door and set you on your bed. You laid back and shut your eyes, as you heard Shawn rustling around, presumably changing.

“Come on, [Y/N],” he said with a quiet chuckle, poking your side as he said it.

You groaned as you opened your eyes and met his gaze just inches away from you.

“You’re going to regret falling asleep in jeans,” he whispered.

You sighed as you finally got up and trudged to your bathroom. You glanced down at the bag of gifts before quickly changing and going back into your room.

“I’m going to run these downstairs real quick,” you said as you saw Shawn laying in the bed, scrolling through his phone. “Want me to grab yours?”

“No,” he said a little too quickly. “No, I can do it tomorrow morning.”

You walked downstairs quietly and rounded the living room towards the Christmas tree. You took a deep breath as you put the gifts under the tree among the rest. The box holding Shawn’s gift stayed in your hands a little too long. You hesitated before standing up and bringing the gift with you into the sunroom, setting it on the tv stand.

You went back upstairs to your room, seeing Shawn curled up in the covers with his eyes closed.

You crawled in on the opposite side, pulling the covers up and facing him.

“I didn’t get to ask you what side you usually sleep on,” he mumbled, his eyes still closed.

“You guessed right,” you said.

His eyes flickered open, and he smiled at you as you returned it.

With that, you closed your eyes and fell asleep to the sound of Shawn’s deep breaths.

Shawn woke up first. In fact, Shawn woke up with your head on his chest and his arm around your waist as your arm gripped his middle. He looked down at you peacefully sleeping and again reminded himself that this could never happen. You would never feel that way about him.

He gently removed your arm from him. You shuffled away, turning the opposite direction and burying your head in the pillow, not waking up.

Shawn breathed a sigh of relief as he stood up and grabbed his gifts, tiptoeing downstairs.

He set your family’s gifts among the rest and held the small box that held yours in his hands. Without letting himself think too much, he set it at the very back of the tree.

He stood up to see your brother leaning against the doorway.

“Merry Christmas,” Aaron said as he moved to sit on the couch.

“Yeah, Merry Christmas,” Shawn said back, sitting across from him.

Aaron motioned to the tree with his head, “What did you get her?”

“Guess you’ll have to wait and see,” Shawn said.

Before Aaron could pry further, you walked into the room and sat down next to Shawn as he moved his arm to wrap around you and kissed the side of your head.

“Morning,” you mumbled.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispered.

You smiled up at him, “Merry Christmas.”

“Coffee, anyone?” Your dad asked as he peaked into the living room. Everyone said yes as he started brewing a pot as Rachel and your mom made their way into the living room.

Your dad brought everyone a mug as presents were started.

Your family all loved their gifts from Shawn, commending him on how well he did, and continuously saying he didn’t have to bring anything.

The gifts dwindled down as Shawn watched the box get closer and closer. Finally, it was the only present left.

“Who’s that for?” Rachel asked as your mom grabbed it.

“[Y/N],” she said as she handed it to you.

You turned to look at Shawn, “You got me something?” You said quietly.

Shawn nodded his head as he grabbed the box from your mom.

“Yours is in the other room,” you whispered.

“Want to go over there?” He asked.

“We’re going to go, uh-“ you stuttered.

“Just in the other room,” Shawn finished.

“Yeah, to open ours,” you said with a nod.

Everyone shrugged their shoulders and nodded as you stood up and tugged Shawn to the sunroom, grabbing the box off the stand and settling into the couch.

“Who’s going first?” He asked.

“You can,” you said, the nerves setting in.

Shawn carefully unwrapped the box and pulled off the top.

“Oh my God,” he said under his breath. “How did you...I can’t believe-“ he was speechless as he traced his finger across the cool metal of the bracelet.

“It’s the same one, well almost,” you told him. “I somehow found that place in Thailand and had them send me one.”

“[Y/N], I don’t know what to say,” he said as he looked at you.

You shrugged your shoulders, trying to control the heat rising to your cheeks.

Without another word, Shawn handed you your gift.

You hesitated before unwrapping it and then opening the top.

You gasped as you looked at the ring staring back at you.

“Shawn,” you said slowly as you took the ring out. You slid it on your finger carefully. “It matches,” you said with a small smile as you looked down at it.

“I know you’ve been wanting one that matches your mom’s bracelet, and then I found that one,” he said.

Silence fell between you two as the realization hit both of you.

“Shawn,” you said slowly, looking up at him. “This isn’t a gift you give your coworker.”

“Neither is this,” he whispered back.

You went quiet again, not being able to look at him again.

“What if I don’t want you to just be my coworker?” He whispered as his voice shook.

You looked up at him, finally. He looked nervous.

“What if I want the same thing?” you whispered back.

“Then Andrew isn’t going to be too happy,” Shawn responded.

You both smiled, leaning in closer and closer.

“But who cares what he thinks,” he whispered before finally pressing his lips against yours.

Sparks flew as Shawn leaned back and you followed, resting your hand on his cheek as he deepened the kiss. After a few moments, Shawn carefully pulled away.

“I could kiss you all day and more, but I don’t think your parents want to see that,” he said with a smile before you pressed another quick kiss to his lips.

“I know it sucks, but I’m glad your flight was canceled,” you said as you curled back into his side, this time it was real.

Shawn rested his head against yours after pressing a kiss to your head.

“Me too.”

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jotarosbelt · 5 years ago

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Heyyy I’m REALLY nervous because I’ve never asked for anything like this jsdfsdgjsk but basically can I get Bruno x male reader and his reaction to his s/o having a mommy kink/calling Bruno mommy and possibly him stepping on his s/o’s c*ck in high heels?? (probably because his s/o asks him to bc we all know Bruno is pretty damn vanilla) SORRY IF THIS IS TOO EXPLICIT I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH!!

A/N: HI @giornocentric ! I’VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS FOR SO LONG, I’M SO SORRY I KEPT YOU WAITING

this is actually my first male reader, SOOOOOOOOO, pls forgive me if this is garbage.

without further ado, enjoy!

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Mommy. [Bruno Buccellati X Male!Reader]

cw: mommy kink, praise kink, high-heel kink, light bondage, sex toys

18+ content ahead!

“I’m sorry, mio caro, can you repeat that for me?”

Your fists clenched into balls at your sides, knuckles white and face flushed an embarrassingly deep shade of pink at his request. It was so hard to say those words in the first place, and he’s telling you he didn’t hear you the first time?! Good grief.

“I said that I...” The room filled with a pregnant pause before you continued.

“I said I wanted to try and call you mommy in the bedroom. And heels. I want you to... wear heels.”

God, if only you had a stand like your boyfriend. You’d be out of this stuffy— when did it get so hot in here?— office in an instant if you could.

The male before you blinked for a moment before smiling softly to himself and getting up from his chair. Rounding the desk, he took a seat on the front of it before whipping his hair out of his face with a quick movement of his head.

“Mommy? Hm, I don’t mind. Don’t know where I’ll get the heels, but, I can try to arrange something...”

You can feel your eyes light up as you whip your head up to look at Bruno, ready to thank him a million times until he opened his mouth to continue speaking.

“Any specific.. date you wanted to try this?”

Your praises and thanks died in your throat. It was up to you? You thought telling him was enough and he’d take care of the rest— maybe surprise you—but, he wanted you to actively pick a date and wait in anticipation until you could fulfil your fantasy and bust the most satisfying nut of your entire life?

You were literally ready to have a stroke.

“I— Uh... later this week.. maybe..” You whispered under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear. He chuckled softly at your timidness.

He pushed off the desk with his hands, walking up to you and taking your slightly smaller hands into his own. “You don’t have to be so nervous, amore. The hard part is over now. Just give me a date and I’ll have everything we’d need by then.”

You bit your lip and gazed down at the floor before inhaling deeply.

“Okay. How about Friday night?”

He smiled. “Perfect.”

Stepping back slightly, he tugged on your hands and jerked his head over in the direction of his desk.

“Now, how about you keep me company while I review these mission reports, hm?”

You smile a bit more confidently at your boyfriend and nod. The events of Friday soon slipped from your mind.

Until you looked at your phone that afternoon morning.

For some reason, the word ’Friday’ seemed to be a lot brighter and bolder, much to your dismay. Was the universe trying to give you a heart attack? Sure as hell felt like it.

You rolled over to see Bruno absent from his side of the bed. It was a lie to say you weren’t slightly relieved, it was also past noon and he had work to do, but the fact that he might’ve been preparing your not-very-surprising surprise made your heart flip.

A sudden knock to your door ripped you out of your jumbled thoughts, and as you stuttered out a “come in,” your breath got stuck in your throat at the sight of who was in the door.

Bruno, wearing his normal white suit, was sporting shiny black pumps and red lipstick, holding a bundle of silk purple rope in his hands.

“Ah, I see you’re finally up bambino.”

The whimper that left your throat at the pet name was embarrassing to say the least.

The beautiful man approached you, heels clicking against the polished wood floor to take your chin in between his fingers and tilt your head up to look at him.

“Bru—“

His thumb quickly came up and seized your bottom lip, cutting your words off half way.

“That’s not my name right now, bambino.”

You inhaled shakily. “I’m sorry, Mommy.”

Cherry colored lips quirked up into a smile, he man in front of you moving the thumb that was at your lips upwards to stroke your cheek approvingly.

“Good boy.”

He bent at the waist to press his lips against yours, transferring the slightest bit of color to them as he kissed you lovingly like he always did. He never rushed you, always took his time. Now was no different, but the air around him felt... more intimidating.

You found his scent intoxicating— not how it usually was. His cologne made you want to drop to your knees before him and praise him. To please him.

What in the hell was he doing to you?

He pulled away from your mouth to pull you up from your seated position on the bed to a stand, rotating you 180° and gently pulling your hands behind your back. He tied the purple material around your wrists, knotting it tightly but in what you were sure was a pristine bow, before leaning forward to pepper kisses up the column of your neck to your ear.

“Too tight?”

Your head fell forwards slightly and a sheepish, yet satisfied, smile dawned your lips. “It’s great, Mommy.”

It was his turn to smile as he flipped you around again to complete the circle, easing you down into the messy covers of your bed.

His lips attached to yours again, the kiss equal in gentleness but filled with more passion as you two made quick work of each other’s clothing.

Your experienced fingers fumbled (shocking), with the zipper at his neck before sliding down and unbuttoning the rest of the shirt at his torso, sliding it off his shoulders.

Your fingers traced the tattoo his abdomen now dawned (he loved the design of his bralette so much he got it tattooed on a while back), the man releasing a soft sigh and your ministrations.

Your t-shirt was peeled away from your body and thrown to the floor at the foot of the bed as Bruno flattened out his palms against your chest, his fingers fluttering down to your pert nipples, tugging them in unison and making you gasp out.

You pulled away for air and looked up at Bruno’s disheveled appearance; his hair was a mess from how your fingers were grabbing at it before your hands were secured behind your back, and his perfectly painted lips were now smudged with the slightest bit of the pale pink skin underneath peeking out.

He pressed his lips to your sternum, kissing a trail of red down your chest before moving to a nipple one of his hands was working on. His mouth opened and he roved his hot tongue over the bud before taking it into his mouth completely.

You whined, hands straining at the ropes and chest arching up into his touch as he looked up at your blissed out face.

A wandering hand slipped from the other side of your chest to your pajama pants, pulling at the drawstrings and untying in to slip his hand into your pants. He gripped your hardened cock through the fabric of your underwear, rubbing up and down, teasing where the head would be and gauging that on where the spot of precum was forming on your undergarment.

You instinctively found yourself bucking into his grasp as he palmed your hard-on, pulling away much too quickly for your liking to discard your pants.

He folded the garment in half before tossing that to the floor with your shirt, falling to his knees to lick at your appendage through the wet material of your boxers.

“Mommy—“

His gaze flickered up to yours as his tongue stroked the vein on your straining cock, causing you to choke out your next words.

“Fuck— I want you to step on me, holy shit—“

You could feel your face turn red at your words, but you felt way too good to care as Bruno pulled back from between your legs, black hair falling in his face to hide his amused grin.

“You want Mommy to step on you?” He questioned as he rose to his full height. Your eyes scanned the tan, olive skin of his chest, tracing where the sun kissed parts of him cut off in a clean line to his slightly paler ones. You nodded quickly and he chuckled dryly, gripping your shoulders to pull you to a sitting position.

His heeled foot came up to press between your legs, making you groan at the sensation of the textured sole and pointy heel pressing against your cock and between your balls, you bucking ever-so-slightly into his shoe.

He ground his foot into your nether region slightly more, the moan you release stimulating his ears as he smiles. “Such a good boy. You’re making Mommy really happy, you know that, bambino?”

You would’ve responded if your mind could have processed the fact that Bruno was speaking coherent words to you, but it couldn’t and you let out an unadulterated moan at his praise, not even knowing what is was he just fucking said.

He pulled his foot away from your crotch, moving his leg to press against your chest and send you back down into the mattress with a whine.

“Turn over for me, principe.”

Eagerly, you roll over onto your stomach like a trained dog, resting your cheek on the cool sheets. You feel Bruno lift up your hips to remove your now-soiled boxers, which peel away from your skin with a disgustingly lewd wet sound, and hear your bedside drawer open and close with the sharp click of a bottle cap. The noise is followed by the sound of the squirt of liquid behind you, causing you to rub your thighs together in anticipation.

You hear the plastic bottle make contact with your nightstand and feel slightly calloused fingers run down your spine before taking purchase on the curve of your ass.

“Relax for me, bambino.”

His words put you at ease and you relax your lower half as he spreads your legs slighting with one hand, the other running over your puckered asshole, coated with a generous amount of cold lubricant.

A finger slowly pressed into you and the man behind you leaned down to press a flurry of kissing your shoulder as his finger bottomed out inside of you.

“You doing alright, caro?”

You nod so harshly you’re surprised you didn’t get whiplash and he places another kiss against your skin as his finger began rocking back in forth inside of you.

Focused on opening you up before pleasuring you, he slowly eases a second cold, but slick finger into your ring of muscles, scissoring and pushing deeper and deeper inside of you before he finally curves his fingers up to stroke your prostate.

You keen at the sensation and arch your back, giving much needed friction to your aching cock and pushing your body a few millimeters back onto his fingers.

“So eager, ah?”

You find yourself biting the sheets as he presses a third finger into your tight hole.

“You’re doing so well for me, bambino. So eager to please...”

His fingers speed up, and each thrust seems to hit your prostate more and more frequently until he’s never missing it anymore.

“You look so beautiful right now. You’re such a good boy. So good for Mommy.”

He presses kisses to your shoulders again as you squeeze his fingers in earnest, feeling yourself nearing the precipice of your orgasm until the feeling is torn away from you, along with the fingers that were in your ass.

“I much rather have you come around me, amore mio. I hope you don’t mind.”

You nod harshly and you can practically hear his smile as he flips you around and pulls you into his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed.

“Hm. I have something I want to try, okay?”

You raise a brow and mutter an okay as he reaches over to the nightstand he was fumbling in before to pull out a small vibrator and a velcro strap.

He secures the small vibrator to you and grabs the remote to it, not turning it on yet and instead placing his hands on your hips.

“Ready?”

For the millionth time that evening, you nod and he slides you down onto his perfect cock. When did discard his pants and underwear was beyond you, and you didn’t really give a shit as his head slid along the spongy surface inside of you that made you moan wantonly.

Once seated fully inside of you, he flicked the switch on the vibrator to turn in on, making your hips spasm and almost fall off of him completely. He grips you harder and begins sucking red, purple, and blue marks into the skin of your neck, sliding you up and down along his length before finding a rhythm that has you both panting.

You hear him mutter an obscenity or two under his breath as he clutches you tightly to him, causing your member to rub against his toned torso as he bucks up into you with fervor. His hair brushes against your cheek as his forehead makes its way into the crook of your shoulder, and your nails dig crescent moons into your palms and the sensations plaguing your body.

“Mommy, fuck, fuck—“

Seemingly taking him out of the fucked out trance your warmth had him in, he pulls away from the base of your neck to kiss your cheek, leading up to your ear.

“Cum for Mommy. You can do it, I know you can.”

As encouragement, his hand comes down from your waist to tug at the base of your cock, almost forcing your orgasm from your body as you grow rigid as groan as you cover yourself, Bruno, and the toy in your seed.

Bruno smiles to himself, smudged rouge and saliva plastering his lower face as he grips your hips and starts bucking up faster.

He tries to choke out an apology for being so rough, but it gets mixed into a string of italian swears as he tips over the edge of his orgasm, stilling inside you and painting your insides white.

He shakes as his high slowly dissipates and he blinks up at you, giving you a beautiful smile and a sweet laugh.

“Was I too rough? I don’t know what came over me..”

You smile back. “No, no. It was nice. I liked the change of pace.. and the heels..”

If even possible, Bruno’s smile grows wider and kisses your forehead before pulling you off of him and laying you down on the bed. You can hear his pumps clatter onto the floor as he gets up to go to the bathroom.

“Stay there, tesoro. I’ll take care of you, hm?”

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shego1142 · 4 years ago

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Hi, um... so I saw your btd and infinity train post and just gotta say, super glad I'm not the only one that thought that! Now that season 3 is officially all out I'm really curious if you've seen it yet and what you thought.

Goes without saying but MAJOR infinity train season 3 spoilers below!

This is also discussing an 18+ horror-porn game which features a lot of gore and other potentially triggering subjects so dni if you are not 18 or older or if gore/murder/etc make you uncomfy!

I just watched the finale. I’m like... in shock?

I mean by no means was or is Simon my fave at all (he just looks a lot like my ultimate comfort character lol) but wow... just... wow

It is a lot different when like... comparing btd with infinity train too tho!

Like, I feel like the entire /point/ of btd is to let your morality go. Like, it’s a horror-porn game.

It’s meant to be like “what up u fucks, being murdered is sexy! Yes Strade daddy kick my fucking head in! Lawrence pls squeeze my actual literal beating heart you weird necrophile”

And meanwhile infinity train is like “we are all just a collection of our actions, we all deserve the chance to redeem ourselves but sometimes we may not be able to due to the trauma we’ve been put through and the finite amount of time we have”

And I personally believe that both of those facets of humanity are okay to explore in fiction. It’s healthy to explore them in fact.

That said like, yea Simon is an asshole but I still liked him. Still think he deserved to redeem himself.

Still think it’s unfair that the train even happened to him at all, because he probably would have been better off at 10 years old with people who could look at him and say “yo, kid, here’s a therapist” instead of him being led by someone who is just as much a scared kid as he is.

Him doing what he’s always been taught to do and suddenly being told it’s wrong... as someone who’s autistic I can tell you that that’s a world shattering circumstance.

Idk if Simon was autistic or not, tbh I was too freaked out by how much he looked like Lawrence to notice much else about him...

Idk personally I liked the finale even if I feel like it wasn’t fair. I like the story even if it ripped me up emotionally, even if it’s making me think about things I wish I weren’t thinking about (like whether or not I’m a good person and whether or not redemption is possible and whether or not somewhere somehow those who couldn’t redeem themselves in this life are able to redeem themselves elsewhere)

I feel hollow after watching the finale, but in a good way.

Yes I would adore beyond all belief to have like, a fic it fic or something that gives Simon a second chance... like idk, maybe he wakes up in the real world from a coma? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

And maybe when she gets out (probably very soon) Grace finds him.

But maybe that’s just it. Maybe that’s the end, full stop, he died, he’s gone, he lived a shitty life from ages 10 to what? 16? 18?

Idk... you asked about my thoughts and rn the main thing I’m thinking is just how much I really do hate how the fandom is this big jumbled mess of completely missing the point.

But anyway, yea no I lost my absolute shit when I saw him in season 2

Like I was /obsessed/ because of how freaking much he looked like Lawrence. Still am, bc wow the hair down look was wild too!

Especially with the “he went insane” scene... very Lawrence.

I guess that brings me back around to what I was saying about btd and infinity train being ultimately so different too.

With Lawrence I personally am like “yes my horrible son, you are a bad socially anxious murder boy and your entire purpose is to murder. Continue your murdering. Especially if it’s me or characters I relate to because I’m dealing with some shit and imagining you murdering me helps me deal with it, you funky little weird coping mechanism you.”

With Simon I’m like “You’re an ass. It’s not your fault though. I would be an ass too if I had been taught from age ten to do things the way you were taught to do them. Your actions are horrible and if you had had a fair shot at learning personal responsibility I would argue that you should be held responsible for them. But since you didn’t, since you spent your entire time on the train without growing, staying stagnant and forcing yourself to regress because it’s what you’d been taught was right, what you thought was right, all I can do is pity you. Your purpose was to learn to be a better person and you failed and I’m sorry.”

They’re ultimately very different characters for me despite how similar they are (obviously the way they look exactly alike but they’re also mentally unstable, started killing at a young age, have anger issues, etc)

I adore infinity train, and all its characters honestly. I really do hope there’s some form of closure for Simon but I’m not expecting it either.

Right now I just wish the fandom wasn’t trying to tear apart those who want closure for him. That’s so... outside of the point of the entire show.

Idk this goes a lot into my philosophy on life in general too I think, basically I don’t think there are people who are irredeemable. Not on shows, not in real life. I think there are just people who need help. I think that people deserve to be treated fairly and with respect regardless of what horrible actions they may have committed.

I guess I’m just really irritated rn at how some of the fandom seems to think that it was Simon’s “right and just punishment” that he died.

It wasn’t a punishment. It was just something that happened. People die. It happens. He didn’t die because he was a bad person. At least I don’t think so.

And it doesn’t make me, or any other fans, or Grace, or the apex kids bad people to mourn for him. For his lost opportunities. He was a traumatised child and he’s gone now.

And the ghom? Wasn’t it shown in season one that the ghoms are Amelia’s fault anyway?

Personally I think the entire point of the train is to work out your problems, full stop.

I think the only way someone is /meant/ to be able to die from the train is to die of old age.

The ghoms are accidental. They’re the product of someone else’s actions.

And sometimes we fall prey to that. And I think it’s okay to look at that and say “well that’s not fair.”

Because it isn’t.

I don’t know if Simon could have gotten better. Maybe he could have?

In the scene where he loses his sanity there for a moment he really did show signs of immense remorse and even confusion.

But honestly? Even if he wasn’t able to get better he didn’t deserve to die. And it disturbs me that a lot of peeps seem to think he did.

Anyway sorry this turned into a bit more of a rant than I meant for it to!!! >~<

Like I said I /just/ watched it!

But yea as far as Simon Laurent looking like Lawrence goes, I’m still a bit freaked out by that. The amount of times I’ve gone to write “Lawrence” instead of Simon in this post is way to high lol!

Personally I wanna know how gato feels about him honestly! Like she’s Lawrence’s creator and Simon really does seem like such a nod to her character!

Thanks for the ask, I got to vent a good bit! Idk if this is the convo you wanted from me tho lol :P

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lovelyyyoongi · 7 years ago

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“what are best friends for?”

pairing: Reader / Jungkook ft. Jimin

genre: high school!au; best friend!au; fluff / *cough* angst *cough*

length: 10.2k words

warnings: language

summary: What begins as harmless matchmaking, ends up in a jumbled mess of emotions for both you and your best friend, Jungkook.

a/n: AHHHHH THIS TOOK SOOOOO LONG ASJLSDS I THINK ABOUT A MONTH OR SO BUT I FINISHED IT FINALLY!! AND ITS LONG OOPS :))))) I hope you liked it bc i really enjoyed writing it! Give it some love pls!! [edited!!!]

“Kook, I’m just asking,” You said in a singsong voice, trailing after your best friend in the school hallway. Jungkook responded with a turn of his head and a huff, causing you to smirk. “So I’m right? You’re crushing on Soomin?”

“Keep your voice down, woman!” He shushed you and grabbed your wrist, taking you to a more secluded part of the hall.

“Why? You’re Jeon Jungkook. Doesn’t the entire female population have a crush on you?” You pointed out, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Not everyone,” Jungkook murmured while looking around for any sign of the girl you were currently talking about.

“Of course,” you scoffed to yourself with a shake of your head as a soft smile appeared on your face. Jungkook snapped his gaze back to you and raised an eyebrow as if urging you to continue. “You chase after the ones who don’t like you.”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to go for girls who just throw themselves at me. They have to have some dignity.”

You rolled your eyes at the boy before you. Jeon Jungkook: the boy at your school who just so happened to win the heart of every single girl in your grade. Hell, he probably won the heart of every girl in your entire school. And he just so happened to be your best friend since you were born.

Whenever people said his name, it was like he was famous; all the girls swooned at the sight of him while all the guys frowned in envy at the sound of his name. And you...laughed at all of them.

You never understood how someone could have so much of a fanbase from strangers. Is this what being a celebrity felt like? You often thought to yourself when he was approached by random girls you’d never seen before.

You could bet that none of Jungkook’s admirers knew a damn thing about him besides the fact that he was the captain of nearly every team at school and had a 4.0 gpa. Besides that, they probably didn’t know his favorite color.

But you? No, you knew everything there was to know about Jungkook. You grew up right next to each other...literally. It didn’t help that your mothers were best friends AND you were neighbors so, yes, you did have bath photos. Talk about cringey. You knew everything about him from favorite food to what he’d do on a Saturday evening.

You knew this boy like the back of your hand and unexpectedly from your view, no one seemed to be envious of it. Mainly because you were only his best friend; nothing more.

“Hey, I get it. But Soomin? Why her?” You tapped your chin in wonder. You and Jungkook only had a few classes with the girl so you wondered how she caught his interest.

“I’ve talked to her a few times between classes and she’s really nice and isn’t weird around me...she doesn’t, you know, treat me how everyone else does.”

“Ah, I see,” You nodded in understanding and an idea popped into your head. “Maybe I can help with that?”

Jungkook stared at the mischievous grin on your face for a few seconds before shaking his head profusely. “No, no, no. No way!”

“What? Come on, I won’t spill any of your darkest secrets like how you put pepper in the football tea–”

“Y/N!” He scolded you, looking around again. “Now I don’t trust you even more.”

“Trust me, Kook. Within a month, I’ll get this girl to like you,” You sang, turning around to go. Jungkook reached for your hand in horror but you already skipped away from him. Turning back to face him, you continued to walk backward as other students in the hallway avoided bumping into you. “As long as you don’t forget my birthday when you date her, got it?”

Sending a grin in your direction, Jungkook laughed, “Like you’d ever let me forget!”

“Just making sure!” You shrugged before turning back around and continued walking in the direction of your first class.

“Aish, she’s going to be the death of me,” He muttered to himself with a roll of his eyes before slumping his shoulders and trailing after you.

“Hi Soomin!” You plopped yourself into the seat in front of Soomin’s in your math class. From across the room, where you usually sat, you felt Jungkook’s stares and inaudible pleas to stop but you disregarded them. Thank goodness your first period with Soomin was math because the teacher never arrived on time.

“Oh, uh, hi Y/N,” she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You know my name?”

“Doesn’t everyone?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. Did everyone know your name? If they did, you assumed it was only because of the fact that you were Jungkook’s best friend. Frowning at the thought, you wondered, was that your reputation at this school? Just being Jungkook’s wacky best friend?

“I’m sorry if that came out wrong! You’re just well known to the student body, I meant. You’re at the top of most of our classes and you do have a bit of a gaudy attitude,” She elaborated. Gaudy?

“Oh, I see. Well, I just came over to get to know you a bit. You see, I’m––” You gazed at Jungkook who was waving his hands wildly for you to stop, “––running for Student Body President! Yeah, that’s what I’m doing...” You pursed your lips together in a pressed smile and averted your gaze at your blatant lie.

“You are? Well, I wish you luck with that. Why did you have to talk to me though?” She asked, confusion evident in her voice.

“I, uh, want to get to know the students more! On a more personal level, you know? I want to know your true thoughts and opinions about the school and what needs to be changed. Are clubs still a vital part of the school community? Is the technology up to date? Is...” You trailed off from your surprisingly passionate speech and looked back at her with a sheepish smile. “Heh heh, your input would be nice, is all I’m saying.”

“I’m flattered that someone’s coming to me because...well, no one really cares about my opinion besides my friends,” she smiled.

“I care now,” you grinned. “If it doesn’t clash with your schedule, are you free eighth period?”

Checking her schedule, she nodded. “I am. Meet me in the library?”

“Great! See you there!” You walked back to your seat and smiled to yourself in victory. The teacher just walked into class and you had already set your plan into motion.

“I am going to murder you in your sleep,” Jungkook greeted you with a glare.

“Love you too, bubs,” You replied, slipping into the seat behind his.

Turning in his seat to face you, he licked his lips in anticipation. “Just tell me what she said.”

“She didn’t say anything yet. What, you think I’m just going to meet her and ask about you? How complicated do you think girls are?” You raised an eyebrow.

“So what did you talk about all this time?” He furrowed his brows. “I heard you mention something about the school and technology?”

“Oh...” You looked away, bashfully. “I may or may not have told her I’m running for Student Body President.”

Jungkook let out a loud laugh causing the teacher to send him a scowl before returning to the lesson. “Student Body President? Now that’s funny,” Jungkook whispered.

“Hey! I could be a good representative of our school!”

“I agree with you there, but the fact that you’d want to be? Where’s the lazy Y/N I know and love?”

“I’m not being serious, idiot. I just needed something to say to get close to her.”

“Ahh, I see now,” He nodded before turning back and focusing on the lesson.

“Ahh, I see now,” you mimicked with an eye roll causing him to kick his leg behind him to hit your desk.

“You know, one of these days, you’re going to thank me for meddling with your love life,” you nudged the inside of Jungkook’s elbow while you were on the lunch line.

Jungkook turned away from the lunch lady to send you a flat look. “Did you hear what you just said? Meddle?” He turned back to the lunch counter and asked the lunch lady for a sandwich.

“I’m just saying! What if this is the girl?” You trailed after him, grabbing your lunch off the counter along the way.

“The girl?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Kook,” You scowled even though he couldn’t see you since his back was facing you.

“We’re in high school, Y/N. I don’t know if this is the girl I’ll end up with. I don’t even know how I feel about her yet. I’m just interested, that’s all.”

“Puh–lease. I’ve never heard of my best friend being interested in someone and it not being serious,” You rolled your eyes.

“You know what?” He quickly spun around to turn to you and you had to step back from him so his lunch didn’t end up all over you. “Fine. Be the matchmaker you desire to be, Y/N! But if you mess this up for me, I’m going to kill you.”

You smiled sweetly at him, “Of course.”

After you had settled down at a table, your usual table, he spoke again, “What’s your plan?”

“My plan? To befriend her and then convince her my best friend is a really great guy she should be interested in him...that’s going to be hard.”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding! If you won the hearts of everyone else, I don’t think she’d be too much of a challenge.”

“Let’s hope not.”

“Hey, Y/N!” Soomin approached your table in the library. Jungkook stiffened in the seat beside yours.

“Hey Soomin! You don’t mind if Kook sticks around while we talk?” You smiled warmly at the girl, ignoring the daggers sent by Jungkook’s eyes.

Shrugging with a smile, she replied “No, I don’t mind.”

Jungkook sheepishly smiled at her, “I–If you don’t want me here, I–I could go–”

“No, no! It’s fine, really!”

“Okay,” Jungkook breathed out and turned his attention back to his homework.

You and Soomin chatted the entire period while you subtly nudged Jungkook to engage in the conversation. When he finally did, he didn’t do too poorly. He made Soomin laugh and there was no uncomfortable silence which you were grateful for.

“You know,” Jungkook nudged you on your walk home from school. “I think your plan may just work.”

Raising an eyebrow at his remark, your lips curled into a smile. “So you admit it?”

“Hm, I guess so. Thank you, Y/N, for doing this,” Jungkook spoke softly as his hands were buried deeply into his sweatshirt pockets.

“Of course, bubs. What are best friends for?”

A week into first speaking to Soomin, you two began getting closer. You began inviting one another to each other’s houses and you were actually glad to have a new friend; especially one who wasn’t obsessed with your best friend.

“Hm, for someone who just wanted some opinions, we are getting awfully close,” Soomin raised an amused eyebrow. She had come over to ‘do homework and talk about what changes she’d like done to the school.’

Chuckling nervously, you said, “Well, I already got some commentary from other students. But along with your input, you’re really cool and it’d be nice to have another friend.” You two were currently lounging on your bed, books in front of you and pencils in your hands.

“Another friend? Isn’t everyone your friend already?”

“Please,” You rolled your eyes with a sigh, “they’re only friends with me because I’m best friends with Kook.”

“Jungkook, right?”

Your eyes lit up at the mention of his name and you looked at her in curiosity. “Yeah! You know him well?”

“Actually, no. I’ve spoken to him a few times, including that time in the library last week, but that’s all. Why?”

“Oh, just wondering. If anyone else mentions Jungkook, they go off on a tangent about how popular or attractive he is,” You rolled your eyes.

“And how’s that?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.

“Quite annoying.”

“I can imagine. So, you aren’t close with anyone else?”

“I mean, not really. Kook––he’s always been there for me you know? Since we were kids, he’d be my bodyguard and I his. I never felt the need to have other friends because he’s all I needed. Besides, when people did want to be my friend, they ended up ditching me or using me to hang out with him.”

“I’m so sorry. You know, not gonna lie, you’re pretty great! Why aren’t you as popular? You two could make a great power couple,” She rolled onto her back so she was looking at the ceiling in wonder.

You choked on a cough. “W–what? Power couple? Sure, we’re best friends but power couple? That’s ridiculous––”

“You do act like a couple already minus the romantic aspects. I didn’t know you two weren’t dating until last week at the library,” Soomin confessed, nonchalantly.

“Really? Does anyone else think that?”

Sitting up and staring at your curious gaze, she peered at you. “Plenty of people do...”

“What? Since when? No one comes up to me to find out whether Kook and I are dating.”

“Don’t you get it? Like you said, girls practically throw themselves at him to get a reaction. Face it, you’re their biggest competition,” She shrugged. How did she know so much about it?

“I’m really not...Kook and I, we’re only best friends! That’s all we’ll ever be!”

Soomin raised a curious brow, “You really don’t see it?”

“See what?”

“The envy in other girls’ eyes? They would kill to be in your shoes. Being Jungkook’s best friend? That’s a ticket to get him to notice you,” She shrugged. “Besides, my friends have been there. All I used to hear were my friends plans to get Jungkook to notice them but after a while, they gave up.”

“Your friends? You never liked him?” You pressed, leaning your cheek on your palm while you traced designs on your bed comforter.

“Me? Oh no. I mean, I thought he was attractive––not that he isn’t anymore! He totally is but––what was I saying?”

Your lips curled at her rambles, “How you didn’t like him.”

“Right! Yeah, it was hard when all your friends gushed about him. It seemed like I couldn’t bother. Other girls were drooling over him so I never felt the urge. You understand, right? I could imagine you do.”

“I do,” you slowly nodded. All your life you were surrounded by girls gossiping about your best friend and how great he was, but you? You saw Jungkook as you dorky best friend; you couldn’t imagine him in the eyes of all the others.

“It’s getting late. I should head home. Thanks for inviting me, Y/N,” Soomin smiled politely and sat up from your bed. Gathering her books into her backpack she chuckled, “Next time we should get work done, yeah?”

Nodded with pursed lips, you let out air from your nose. Soomin left shortly after that, leaving you alone to your thoughts.

“Something good better have happened yesterday...You didn’t come over,” Jungkook pouted disapprovingly when he approached your locker the next day.

“I told you Soomin was coming over,” you raised an eyebrow and sent him a knowing look. Sighing in exasperation, he leaned against the locker beside yours.

“And?”

“Hey, I can’t tell you! It’s girl talk,” You closed your locker and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Since when do you care about girl talk? You tell me everything,” Jungkook deadpanned.

“Since I’ve made a friend who was a girl. That means I have to stick to girl code,” You turned away from him to walk toward your next class.

Trailing behind you, he persisted, “Can you at least tell me if I have a chance?”

Turning to give your best friend a sweet smile, you patted his cheek lovingly. “I think you do.” Cheeks reddening at your words, he turned his head to roll his eyes.

“So that’s a no.”

“Hey, it takes time! I’m not a five star matchmaker overnight, you know?” You wagged a finger at him.

“Would you keep your voice down please?” Jungkook looked around just in case any body heard you.

“Alright alright,” You turned back around to continue to class.

Weeks flew by and your plan had finally worked to the point where Jungkook was actually conversing with the girl. She sat with you at lunch and, at first, it was awkward due to the fact that Jungkook mainly spent the period staring at his lunch, only listening in on Soomin and your conversations. However, after a while of giving him confidence and persuading him, he finally began to engage in conversations more frequently to the point where they’d forgotten all about you.

Normally you’d glare at your best friend for his rudeness but you saw how happy he was; the way his eyes twinkled with infatuation with the girl across the table with him. You were happy for your best friend. Like you should’ve been...right?

“Jungkook asked me out today,” Soomin mumbled under her breath while you two were searching through the bookcases in the library for some information on your latest history assignment.

“He what!?” You nearly shrieked, causing the nearby librarian to shush you with a scowl. Looking away in embarrassment, you turned back to Soomin and whispered, “He what?”

“I know,” she laughed to herself as if the whole thing was bizarre, “He just came up to me and asked me out.”

“And?” You pressed, leaning in as if this was the most valuable information you’d ever gotten.

“I said yes.” You jumped up in glee. Before you could reply she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “...under one condition.”

“And what’s that?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“That you’d come with your own date?” She winced, waiting for your outburst. You blinked as the words processed in your mind.

Widening your eyes in horror, you spoke in a hushed tone, “Soomin! Why on earth would you say that? Sending his best friend on a double date with him?”

“I know! I’m sorry, really! It just, sort of, slipped out! It’s just...you know we’ve gotten close but I still don’t know Jungkook as well as I’d like to but if you were there, maybe you can make sure the date goes well?”

Sighing at her begging demeanor, you nodded. “Of course, I’ll go...but I don’t have a date,” You stated, flatly.

“I might’ve found one for you. He’s really sweet, believe me. I’ve known him for a while and he really likes you,” She reassured with a smile.

Pondering over the thought, deeply, you watched as Soomin gnawed at her lip, waiting for your answer.

“...Is he cute?”

Sighing in relief at your question, she linked arms with yours, “I think so.”

“I already promised her! I can’t back out now!” You frowned as you watched Jungkook scurry around his room looking for something to wear.

“Fake sick or something! Your going to make things awkward, Y/N!” He looked up from rummaging through his dresser to shoot you a deadpanned look.

“No I won’t. Remember, I have my own date so it’s not like I’ll be focused on you. I’ll be talking to him––”

“Woah woah. You have a date? With who? Is he in our grade? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I need to approve him!” Jungkook was now in front of you, searching your eyes for the answers to his nosy questions.

“Kook!” You playfully smacked his shoulder, “Don’t get all protective on me now! We have a date in an hour and you should be getting ready,” You pointed to the imaginary watch on your wrist.

Looking down at your own nice clothes, Jungkook sighed, “I thought girls were supposed to take a while to get ready. How come you’re not like them?”

Rolling your eyes at his stereotypical statement, you protested, “I’m not like most girls, Kook.”

“Yeah, you sure aren’t,” He paused before shaking his head to himself, “You look great by the way.”

Beaming at his compliment, you looked down at your own outfit. “Thank you. Now...let’s get you looking as dashing as ever.”

Looking down at his torso, your nose went up a the top he was wearing. “Nuh–uh. Too casual.”

Sighing, he asked, “What should I wear then?”

Walking over to his closet, you went through the button up shirts and took one out. “You could never go wrong with white,” You waved the hanger into his face.

Taking the thin shirt off the hanger, he shrugged off the horrid looking sweater he was just wearing. Turning your head, you looked through his collection of ties.

Turning back around, you held up three ties to his chest as he buttoned the last few buttons of his shirt. Eyeing your look of concentration, a smile broke out on his face.

“You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”

“Well, she’s your potential first official girlfriend––” you declared, throwing one of the ties which didn’t fit over you shoulder before making eye contact with Jungkook, “––so yes. Which one do you like?” You held up the two ties in each hand.

Jungkook pointed to the one in your right hand and in response, you scrunched your nose up in distaste. Wrapping the other tie around his neck, you heard him laugh aloud.

“You excited?” You asked, your focus on the tie around his neck. Your hands maneuvered the tie into a knot.

“Of course. I’ve been waiting for this for a while...you?” You looked up at his raised eyebrows and something within you fluttered but you decided to ignore it.

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, averting your gaze back to the tie. You adjusted the tie around his neck and beamed at your craftsmanship. Nodding your head in approval you patted his chest. His dress shirt fitted him nicely, accentuating his biceps and chest. You mentally rolled your eyes, imagining the looks he’d get from other girls.

“There. Handsome as always.” You looked up from his chest and you swore you saw something flicker in his eyes. Neither of you moved an inch, just staring at one another. Your phone began to ring and you cleared your throat, awkwardly.

Stepping away from Jungkook, you took the phone off of his nightstand.

“Hello?”

“Where are you? I’m knocking on your front door but no one’s answering!”

“Soomin! I’m next door, I’ll be right out.”

“Oh, okay. I’m sorry. I’m just a bit...nervous, that’s all.”

Smiling softly, although she couldn’t see you, you reassured, ”I understand. I’ll be out in two minutes.”

You hung up the phone and grabbed your purse from Jungkook’s doorknob. “Your date is at my house so if you don’t mind...”

Jungkook nodded and gave you a short wave. Rushing down the steps, your hand slid down the railing as you were carful not to trip and fall.

“Soomin,” You greeted, brightly, exiting jungkook’s home to see her in front of your home’s door.

“Hey! This is your date,” Soomin gestured to the smiling boy beside her.

“Yeah, Jimin, right?” You stepped into your front yard and offered a hand. Jimin shook your hand with a nod.

“You look stunning!”

“Why thank you! You look very nice, too,” you grinned at the boy’s sweet words.

“Is Jungkook ready?”

Hearing his name caused your heart rate to increase. “Hm?”

“Jungkook. Is he ready?” Soomin repeated, furrowing her brows.

“Oh, well he’s––”

“Hey Soomin. Ready for tonight?” A voice cut you off causing the three of you to turn your attention to next door. There in all his glory, you mentally rolled your eyes, was the ever so confident Jeon Jungkook. It didn’t even look like the man was freaking out about a date just minutes before.

Staring in awe at your best friend, your focus broke when Jimin linked arms with yours. Shaking out of your daze, you pretended to wipe a fake tear off your cheek. “I can’t believe it. My boy’s all grown up.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes at you and linked arms with Soomin. “My car is parked right there,” He waved his car in the direction of his car parked just across the street.

The restaurant was neither too casual nor too fancy. It made a great place for dates, especially for young couples. The walls were painted a nude orange while paintings of landscapes were hung around the dimly lit room.

After you settled at a table, Jimin being quite a gentleman by pulling out your seat and pushing it in for you, the four of your took a look at the menu. Jungkook sat across from you and watched as his forehead began to glisten as if he was about to start sweating bullets. Kicking your leg under the table to hit his, you shot him a look of reassurance.

“You’ll be fine,” you mouthed to which he responded with a slow nod and breath of relief.

“Everything looks so good,” Soomin voiced as her eyes flickered down the menu in front of her. You hummed in agreement, placing your eyes back on the menu.

“So Y/N,” Jimin caught your attention and you turned to him in question.

“Hm?”

“You’re pretty involved in school, huh?” Shyly, you tucked a strand of hair behind you. From across the table, Jungkook raised a confused brow. You never did that.

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Come on. Sports teams? Student council? And you’re one of our top students? You’re a big deal,” Jimin gushed, widening his eyes.

Widening your own eyes, a blush crept up your neck. No one really acknowledged that about you. You just thought people only cared about the fact that you were friends with Jungkook, the school’s own golden boy.

“I am?”

“You’re our school’s golden girl. People don’t tell you that all the time?” Jimin furrowed his brows together. No, you thought to yourself. They didn’t. When people spoke to you, no one mentioned you’re own being. It was always Jungkook this, Jungkook that.

Before you could answer, a throat was cleared and you both snapped your attention to Jungkook. “Of course she does. From me.”

Tilting your head in acknowledgement, you agreed. Jungkook did mention your outgoing nature quite a lot. You turned it into a competition; seeing who was the most involved in your school.

“Right. And she should.” You heard the challenge in Jimin’s voice and you looked at Soomin who was oblivious to the whole thing, still looking down at her menu.

“I tell her, too!” Soomin piped, grinning. “I was surprised when she came to me for input for changes requested by students for the school.”

“Wow! Asking others for advice regarding the school? You’re quite a character, Y/N. Remind me why you’re still single? You’re a catch,” Jimin grinned, cheekily.

Biting your lip, hiding the grin threatening to spread across your face, you looked away. From across the table, Jungkook rolled his eyes and scoffed to himself.

“You’re involved, too, aren’t you, Jungkook?” Soomin rested her chin on her hand as her elbow leaned against the table.

“Hm? Oh yeah,” Jungkook stated, his eyes still trained on you. Narrowing your eyes at his vague answer, you kicked him from under the table.

“He’s the captain of nearly every team and the president of plenty of clubs,” you pointed out, hopefully impressing Soomin in some way.

“That’s impressive,” Soomin pouted in approval and nodded.

You looked at Jimin and watched him nod in agreement.

“I mean, it’s nothing compared to Y/N, right?” Jungkook shrugged. Squinting your eyes, you wondered what he was doing. Was he being humble? Jungkook was never humble.

“Give yourself more credit!” Soomin lightly shoved him causing a small laugh to escape Jungkook’s mouth.

“Hey,” Jimin whispered, breaking you out of your gaze.

“Hm?” You turned to him with a smile. He squinted at you, as if analyzing you, before shaking his head to himself and releasing a small chuckle.

“What kind of music do you listen to?”

The double date ended and you all left the restaurant, laughs escaping each of your lips. “That was fun!” Soomin giggled, climbing into Jungkook’s car.

“It was,” Jimin agreed, sneaking a glance at you. “Maybe next time it could be just us.”

Raising your eyebrows at his sly excuse for a date, you looked up as if pondering his proposition. “Hm, maybe.”

Chuckling at your ambiguous response, he looked back ahead at the road.

“What about you, Jungkook? Next time, just us?” Soomin asked, looking up from her phone.

Jungkook looked through the mirror and watched as you gave a pleased smile and short nod. “If you’d like to,” He replied, putting his eyes back on the road.

Soomin nodded her head with a smile before turning in her seat to face you. She widened her eyes and opened her mouth widly. You mirrored her facial expression, not able to contain your excitement for her and your best friend.

After Jimin and Soomin were dropped off at their houses, it was just you and Jungkook in the car. You managed to take Soomin’s seat in the passenger side after Jungkook dropped the two of them off.

“It was a success!” You yelled in glee. Jungkook looked to you and his lips curled up in a smile.

“I think you’re happier than I am. Did you like Jimin? You looked like you liked him.”

“He was nice,” you quieted down from your previous thrilled behavior.

“Woah. What was that? You instantly took it down ten notches. What happened? Did he say something to you?” He turned his full attention to you when he reached a stoplight.

“No, no!” You denied, quickly. “He was great! I just...I don’t know. He seemed too good to be true, you know?” Jungkook bit his lip and looked back down at the steering wheel as if thinking about your claim. Shaking your head to yourself, a laugh escaped your lips. “It’s okay if you don’t. You looked like you were having a great time with Soomin.”

“Y/N, I didn’t get to answer––”

“You didn’t have to, Kook. I know that look,” you sent a knowing look. It was the look of pure concentration. He wanted to relate and say he understood but you knew he didn’t.

Sighing to himself, he knew he wouldn’t get past your stubborn nature. The rest of the car ride was silent and you were grateful for it. You had silence for your own thoughts to think what were the new nerves settled at the pit of your stomach that had just come about when the date ended.

“See you at school tomorrow. Special day tomorrow,” you waved goodbye from your own front door as he fumbled with the keys to his.

Waving goodbye, he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before gaving you his usual boyish grin. You entered the house and closed the door with a sigh.

“Hey Y/N!” Jimin was the first to greet you the next day at school. Jungkook didn’t walk with you that morning because he texted you earlier that he was picking up Soomin and taking her to school.

You realized he wasn’t in any of your classes, but nonetheless, you liked him and you looked forward to see him around at school.

“Hey Jimin,” you greeted the smiling boy.

“I realized we didn’t exchange numbers last night,” Jimin pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent you a lopsided grin.

“Oh! Yeah, here.” You took the phone from his hand and entered your phone number.

“Thanks,” he took the phone back before scratching the back of his neck. “Did you have a good time last night?”

Nodding your head, you grinned, “I did! Did you?”

“I did.” He began to lean forward and backward by the heels of his feet. “So...will there be a next time?”

“Next time for what?” Another voice answered for you, Jungkook appeared beside you and threw his arm around you shoulder.

“Uh, Kook? You mind?” You shrugged his arm off you. Furrowing his eyebrows at your cold reply, Jungkook put his hands up in surrender.

Turning back to Jimin with a smile, you nodded. “Sure. Just text me anytime.” And with that, you began to walk away from Jungkook, Jimin and Soomin, who was trailing behind Jungkook.

“Woah woah. Hey Y/N,” Jungkook sped up to walk beside you.

“Hey,” you greeted, raising your eyebrows as if waiting for something.

“Just hey? Aren’t you going to ask me about the car ride this morning?”

You shoulders slumped in defeat before standing up straight again.

“What do you mean? It looks like you’re doing well on your own,” you raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, pause. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Lie. “Why?”

“You’re acting...off,” Jungkook crossed his arms and stopped you in your path.

“I’m okay, really.”

“No, Y/N, you’re not. I know you.”

“I’m fine, Kook! Just let me be, okay? Go back to Soomin. Wouldn’t want her to think you’re ditching her, right?”

You walked around Jungkook and continued your path to homeroom, leaving Jungkook to watch as you walked away.

“Are you and Jungkook okay?” Soomin asked in the library during a free period. Looking up from your notebook, you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Yeah, why?”

“He thinks you’re mad at him. Are you?”

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. “No, I’m not mad at him.”

“Then...?”

“It’s nothing,” you dismissed her with a wave of your hand and she didn’t question you further.

Were you being petty? It was just an honest mistake, the angel on your shoulder reassured you.

Psh, mistake? How could he make a mistake he never made since you were born? The devil on your shoulder retorted.

Rolling your eyes at your thoughts, you shook your head to yourself and grabbed the book you were currently writing in and left the library.

Walking through the empty hallway, you wondered what thoughts were swirling through Jungkook’s mind. Where’s Soomin? Would she like the shirt I’m wearing? Does she think my hair looks like a coconut like Y/N does?

Reaching your locker, you opened it up and a smile broke out on your face. Sunflowers? In the back of your mind, you knew Jungkook wasn’t an idiot and you were relieved when you were proven right.

Happy Birthday, Y/N! Hope you have the greatest day of your life! ~J

Tilting your head to the side in wonder, you pouted. Since when does Jungkook sign as ‘J’?

“Do you like them?” A voice from behind you broke you out of your thoughts, causing your heart to fall in your chest. You slowly turned to face the smiling boy.

“Oh, Jimin!”

“Sorry, did I scare you!?” Jimin raised his hands and widened his eyes.

“No, no! I just didn’t expect you!” You sighed, a weak smile on your face. Staring down at the flowers in your hand, you felt even worse than minutes before. They weren’t from Jungkook.

“I had a free period right now and rushed to the nearest florist. Sorry if it’s a little late,” Jimin rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. You took a look at the boy before you.

“Late? Jimin, this is exactly what I needed right now. Thank you so much,” You extended your arms out and pulled Jimin in for a tight hug, the bouquet of sunflowers still in your right hand. “But wait,” you pulled away.

Raising his eyebrows in question, he hummed, “Hm?”

“How did you know today was my birthday?”

“You mentioned it last night. I have a good memory, I guess. I wish I could’ve given them to you earlier when I was talking to you,” he pouted, looking down shyly.

“Don’t worry about it, Jimin! I love them, they’re so beautiful!”

“I’m glad you like them. What do you have next period?”

Looking up to remember, you sighed, “Calculus.”

“Mind if I walk you to class?” Jimin offered with a smile. Nodding your head and genuinely smiling back, you linked arms with his.

Was Y/N mad at me? Did I do something wrong on the date to upset her? Was Jimin bothering her? All these questions were whirling through Jungkook’s head as he was in class and he just couldn’t focus on anything but the thought of you.

His knee bounced up at down beneath his desk as he gnawed nervously at his lip.

The bell rang and he raced out of his classroom to find you. He pushed past people as his eyes flickered around the hallway of students to find any sign of you.

Where the hell were you?

“Jungkook, hey!” Soomin suddenly stopped him in his tracks, a bright smile on his face.

“Hey, have you seen Y/N?” He avoided eye contact with Soomin as he glanced around nearby lockers.

“No...I haven’t. She left the library halfway into her free period to go to her locker or something,” Soomin shrugged and stared at him in curiosity. “She told me she’s not mad.”

“Well, she’s Y/N. I know Y/N, and if she says she’s not mad at me, she’s definitely mad at me.”

“For what? Did you have some sort of argument yesterday?”

“No! At least...I don’t think so,” Jungkook licked his chapped lips in worry. What had he done?

He tried to reply the events of the night prior. You came over, helped his get dressed. Had an intense staring contest before Soomin called, left, went on the date, had fun with Jimin, and became shy and quiet when he was mentioned in the car.

Was it about Jimin?

“I might have something but I need to find Y/N.”

“So it later, Jungkook. We still have class,” Soomin raised an eyebrow. Nodding at her reasonable thinking, he agreed.

After eighth period, Jungkook looked around the school parking lot, where you usually met up with Jungkook for your walks home, but you weren’t there.

Taking his phone out of his pocket, he fumbled with his fingers on the screen to call you.

“Hello?”

“Y/N?”

“...Yeah?”

“Where are you!?”

“Uh...I went out for ice cream with Jimin.” Jungkook heard a few giggles from the other line. “Jimin, don’t you dare pay for me!” “Y/NNNN, it’s my treat!”

Furrowing his eyebrows in anger and clenching his fists, jealously rushed through his veins. Y/N went to ice cream without me? And didn’t even let me know?

“Oh.”

“Sorry, Kook. Talk later?” You sounded like you were trying to get out of the conversation and Jungkook didn’t understand why.

“Sure. See you later.”

“You’re really annoying, you know that?” You stared at the bubbly boy seated across from you in the ice cream parlor.

“Yeah right,” Jimin waved you off with his hand. “What was the call about?”

“Oh,” you bit your bottom lip. “Jungkook wanted to know where I was.”

Scrunching his eyebrows together, Jimin asked, “Why?”

“We usually walk home together but I didn’t tell him I was going out.”

“Oh. What did he get you? I bet it was a million times better than those sunflowers I got you,” Jimin eyed the bouquet in the seat beside yours.”

What should you say? That Jungkook hadn’t gotten you anything, making him seem like worst best friend in the world? Brush it off and give a vague answer? Lie?

“Is it too personal? I’m sorry!”

Sighing in relief at Jimin’s over-worrying nature, you smiled. “It’s okay.”

“You know,” Jimin stirred the straw in his milkshake slowly. “I’m surprised to accepted my offer to come. I thought you and Jungkook would’ve hung out together for the rest of the day.” Me too, you thought to yourself.

You shrugged. “I don’t spend every minute with him.”

“From what I see, you do,” Jimin stated bluntly.

“Really?”

“Yeah. You guys are, like, attached at the hip. Like I said yesterday, I’m surprised you’re single but I’m even more surprised you two aren’t dating.”

You were getting tired of these comments. Everyone you seem to meet is talking about the two of you being together. You missed when they only talked about Jungkook, leaving you out of the equation. It was less attention for you.

“You wouldn’t be the first.”

Unlocking your front door, you stepped inside the comfort of your home after your ice cream date–was it even a date?–with Jimin. Walking up to your room you dropped your backpack onto the floor beside your desk. Hearing giggles from out the window, you turned your head and your heart shattered for the nth time that day.

Next door, through the window, Jungkook’s window, you watched Jungkook as he sat at his desk and Soomin very close next to him doing homework.

Frowning at the sight, you grabbed the string of your blinds and yanked them down, loud enough for them to hear from next door.

Turning away from the covered window, you sat on your bed and took out the books required for your homework.

Hours passed and you began to grow tired. A yawn escaped your mouth and you took a look at your phone. 11:55 p.m.

That was it, you thought. Jungkook had forgotten your birthday. Granted, you hadn’t bugged him about it since a few weeks prior but he should have remembered. Right?

Even Soomin remembered your birthday a few hours before and sent a text, promising to give you your gift tomorrow.

“Psst.” You heard a whisper from outside.

“Y/N!” The voice whisper-shouted.

“Y/N,” The voice then sang in an impatient tone.

Getting up from your bed, you headed toward the window and raised the blinds.

“What do you want?” You asked, coldly, to the innocently smiling boy on the grass beside your house, looking up at you.

“Woah, chill, Y/N. Since you’re not talking to me, I’m deciding to do what the guys do in the movies.”

“No. No, you are not, Kook,” you warned.

He strode toward the tall tree who’s branches conveniently reached your window and lifted his leg up to climb it.

“Kook, you’re going to fall and break your neck. What the hell are you doing?” You whisper-shouted so no one in the neighborhood could hear you.

“I told you. I need to talk to you,” he grunted as he struggled to climb the tree.

“You’re going to die,” you stated flatly.

“Thank you for the great words of encouragement, really appreciate it.” Even when struggling while climbing a tree, his voice was evidently laced with sarcasm.

“Seriously, this is just unnecessary.”

“I’m trying to prove a point, Y/N.”

“The front door is literally unlocked. Just go through that.”

“That’s not effective enough!”

“Oh my god.”

“If it worked for Troy Bolton, it’ll work for me.”

By the time you stopped bickering, Jungkook reached your window. “See? Effective, right? Like in the movies?”

“More like stupid. Get in here before you fall.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him into your room.

“Phew, that was a bit of a workout,” Jungkook breathed heavily while his hands were placed on his hips.

“What do you want, Kook?” You sighed, crossing your arms in impatience.

“Why are you mad at me Y/N? Did I say something or do something?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

“It’s what you didn’t say.”

“Wh–What does that even mean?”

“Figure it out.” You turned around so your back was facing him and began to gather your books in your backpack.

“Y/N, please!” Jungkook grabbed your wrist and spun you back around. “You’re never like this! I think I know what this is about.”

I highly doubt it.

“Jimin.”

Coughing in surprise, you repeated his accusation, “Jimin? Why on earth would Jimin be the reason I’m mad at you?”

“That’s what I wanna know! You say you’re my best friend yet ignored me the entire day and treated me like crap!”

You heart sank at his words. He was right. It was just a dumb birthday. You’d have many more to come and had you not been such a bitch, he’d probably been there for those.

“We haven’t been hanging out as much either, too, though. I get it. Since you and Soomin are practically dating, you forgot––”

“Wait, is this about Soomin? You’re jealous of Soomin?” Jungkook frowned.

“What? No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are Y/N. How could you be jealous of Soomin? You’re the one who set us up!”

“I’m not jealous!”

“Yeah right. What other reasonable explanation is there?”

Fuming at his question, you clenched your fists. You had a just tried to tell him but look where it got you.

But why couldn’t you tell him again now? Was it pride? Or was is it that if Jungkook forgot something as simple as your birthday, how long would it be until he forgot about you altogether?

“You know what, Y/N? I refrained from arguing because you’re upset with me but honestly, I’m more upset with you. You’re my best friend! Aren’t you supposed to tell me everything and let me know when something’s wrong? Stop acting like a jealous girlfriend and tell me what the hell I did!”

Jealous girlfriend?

“You really think of me as a jealous girlfriend?” Your voice was low and nearly cracking. Were these Jungkook’s true thoughts about you? Just a girl who wanted him all to herself just like the others?

Jungkook looked up and his expression softened when he took in your features.

“Y/N––”

“Out.”

“What?”

You pointed to the door. “Get out. If that’s all you thought of me, why keep me around?”

Jungkook sighed to himself before turning to leave. On the way, he turned back to look at you and his eyes caught something on your nightstand. A cupcake with a candle on it. Your mother had brought it up to you after she had come back from work.

No, Jungkook thought to himself. No, no, no. It wasn’t today.

“Oh shit, Y/N.”

“Just leave.”

Back at home, Jungkook was mentally beating himself up. Of course that was it.

You were never jealous or angry at other girls.

How could he forget your birthday? You’ve only been telling him about your ideas for plans for weeks.

And now he made you even angrier by making such cruel accusations.

Jungkook stared at his phone screen, multiple missed calls and messages from Soomin which he ignored. A few weeks ago, he would’ve responded to those in a heartbeat. But now? His only thoughts were on you and he didn’t know what to do with them.

You were supposed to be the most important girl in his life. He’d promised to himself even when he got a girlfriend, his best friend would always be his top priority.

How did he manage to forget about you as soon as the opportunity to get a girlfriend came up?

And now, why couldn’t you leave his mind?

You didn’t bother to wait of for Jungkook the next morning. After what had happened last night, you didn’t want to see him. Sure, you might’ve been exaggerating when he forgot your birthday but after blaming you for being mad at him? That was a new low for Jungkook.

“Y/N, you alright?” Jimin asked when he saw your frown. Smiling weakly at the boy, you nodded.

“I’m all good––”

“Y/N!”

Sighing to yourself, you sent Jimin an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I gotta go,” you said before walking in the direction opposite of the voice who called you.

“Stop running away from me! Please!”

You turned around in your tracks and saw Jungkook pushing past people to get to you, his hair disheveled as if he’d been pulling at it and wearing mismatched clothes as if he threw them on in only a few seconds. Raising your eyebrows in surprise, you crossed your arms.

“Jungkook! I’ve been looking for you for ages.” Jungkook stared in horror at Soomin who had just walked in front of him.

“I uh––”

“Don’t worry this will be quick...” Jungkook looked up back at you as you kept your arms crossed across your chest, a look of impatience spread across your face. Looking back down at Soomin, he tilted his head in question as he tapped his foot, waiting to run toward you.

“Uh huh?”

“Well, I was wondering...” Jungkook looked back up at you only to find you were gone.

“Hold on––” Jungkook cut her off and looked around again for any sign of you bt you were gone.

“Jeon Jungkook. What the hell is going on with you!?”

Soomin’s harsh remark made Jungkook snap his gaze toward her. “Y/N...she’s mad at me,” Jungkook weakly pointed in the direction of where you just were.

“Not to sound like a bitch because she’s your best friend, but can you, like, forget her for a second? I’m asking you something important to me.”

“What?”

Before Soomin could repeat her question, she noticed Jungkook’s gaze. He was looking at her but he wasn’t focused. Jungkook was no longer looking at her the same way he used to.

Sighing to herself, she shook her head and released a humorless chuckle. “You know what? Forget it. Go get your girl.”

Coughing, Jungkook furrowed his brows and tilted his head. “My girl?”

“Y/N. Go get her. I can see it now. I don’t know why I didn’t notice it before but I do now.”

“What? Notice what?”

“The way you look at Y/N? Hell, even when you’re not looking at her, you’re looking for her. I see the way you watch her, Jungkook. You can defend yourself however you’d like but I can see it. You look at her with desire, longing, whatever you want to call it.”

“I–What?”

“Just admit it, Jungkook. You have feelings for your best friend.”

Widening his eyes at Soomin’s claim, he shook his head profusely.

“N–No, no way. She’s my best friend. Always has been.’

“So you want to tell me she hasn’t been driving you nuts these past few days? She hasn’t been on your mind every second of the day and you can’t stop it?” Soomin then patted Jungkook’s shoulder, reassuringly. “Face it, dude. You like Y/N.”

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah, I know it’s hard to admit but you have to eventually. Y/N’s a great girl and I love her but she’s got another pining for her, too.”

Jungkook snapped his attention back to Soomin. “Jimin.” Jungkook knew he didn’t like Jimin for a reason. Turns out it was because he was jealous. He was the one who was jealous, not the other way around.

“What am I going to do?”

“Um, tell her?”

“I can’t! She’s pissed at me!”

Soomin frowned, “What did you do?”

“I might’ve forgotten her birthday,” Jungkook scrathed the back of his neck and flinched at the look of anger spread across Soomin’s face.

“You what!?”

“It slipped my mind!”

“How are we going to fix this?”

“Wait, we?”

“Well, yeah. I like Y/N and the only person I see her with is you so I want to keep it that way.”

“Thank you, Soomin!”

“What was that earlier?” Jimin asked as you both walked down the hallway.

“Hm?”

“Walking away from Jungkook when he called you? Are you two alright? Tell me, Y/N,” Jimin asked, concern evident in his voice.

“Jungkook forgot my birthday yesterday and then when he tried to ask me why I was mad at him–which technically I wan’t mad, just disappointed–he ended saying some things I never thought he’d say.”

“I’m sorry for asking.”

“It whatever. He’s too consumed with Soomin to care, I guess.”

“Y/N, you and I both know that isn’t true.”

“What do you mean?”

“Jungkook cares about you so much,” Jimin assured.

“How do you know?”

“Did you see how defensive he got on our date? Thinking about it now, I think he was jealous.”

“Jungkook jealous? Sorry, that isn’t possible.”

“I saw it in his eyes. He watched you and scoffed when I said something that flattered you. He was definitely jealous.”

“But why?”

“Maybe he likes you.”

Shaking your head, you disagreed, “No way. He likes Soomin. That’s why I’ve been setting them up for weeks.”

“Maybe he thought he liked Soomin. Has he been trying to reach out to you? Well, obviously this morning, but besides that.”

“Yeah...he climbed a tree last night to get into my room.”

“You mean he pulled a Troy Bolton?” Jimin furrowed his eyebrows and you groaned.

“Yes he did.”

‘Yeah, he definitely likes you. Even if he doesn’t realize it himself.”

“Oh,” you mumbled, staring down at your feet.

“And judging by your reaction, I have a feeling you like him, too?”

“He’s my best friend! That’s all I thought he’d be! But he started hanging out more with Soomin and less with me and yeah, I missed him but when he forgot my birthday? That really hurt. It made think that maybe soon, he’ll just forget about me and stop hanging around me because I wasn’t ‘the only girl who didn’t throw themselves at him.”

“But?” Jimin raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue.

“But then I realized I wanted to be the only one. I thought it would’ve been great for him to get a girlfriend but after realizing where I’d be, I don’t believe that anymore. I know it’s selfish but he’s my Jungkook, you know?”

Jimin smiled softly and nodded. “I get it.”

“Listen, I’m really sorry. I’m sorry if it seems like I led you on––”

“No, no! It’s alright. Sure, I’m bummed we didn’t work out but as long as your happy...I am.”

You beamed at your new friend and pulled him into a bear hug. “What did I do to get you?”

“You didn’t have to do anything. Thank Soomin for that.”

The mention of her name made a frown appear on your face. You liked Soomin, you knew that. But now that you felt she was replacing you in Jungkook’s life, you couldn’t help but feel envious.

“What am I going to do?”

“I don’t know but you have to think of something quickly because turn around.”

Furrowing your eyes at Jimin’s order, you slowly turned around and a look of horror found its way on your face.

“Hi,” Jungkook murmured, curtly before looking down at his feet.

“Hi,” you released a short breath you didn’t realize you were holding in.

Taking in Jungkook’s appearance, your heart sank further down your chest. Not only was his hair a mess as you’d noticed earlier, but his eyes. He looked like he barely got any sleep and the inner caretaker in you wanted nothing more than to lecture him about the importance of rest.

“I uh,” Jungkook trailed off before averting his gaze to Jimin. Biting his bottom lip, he crossed his arms defensively.

Putting his hands up, Jimin widened his eyes. “I–i’m just gonna,” Jimin pointed behind him and walked backwards with a sheepish smile. Turning your head to shoot him a look of worry, he reassured you with a soft smile and two thumbs up. He turned around and continued down the nearly empty hallway.

Jungkook sighed to himself and took a step closer to you. “Y/N.”

“Huh?” You squeaked, wondering if Jungkook had heard what you said just minutes before.

“I have something to tell you...”

As if suddenly remembering why you were angry in the first place, you crossed your arms over you chest and scoffed.

“I know I haven’t been the greatest best friend lately and I really want to apologize,” Jungkook averted his gaze from yours for a split second before turning back to you to offer a weak smile.

“Uh-huh,” you squinted your eyes and pouted.

“Listen I uh, I’m really sorry I forgot your birthday yesterday. Believe me, I was hyping it up, too! But then you kept shoving Soomin in front of me and we became friends and it just...slipped my mind.”

“Oh, so I’m the reason you forgot?” You scoffed, looking away.

“N–No! I didn’t mean it like that, I swear! It’s just, since you were matchmaking us together, I spent more time with her.”

“So now you’re blaming Soomin? Jungkook, you’re not making this any better for yourself.”

“No! Y/N, please understand! You don’t know how bad I feel. You’ve been on my mind since yesterday and now I know why.”

Scrunching your eyebrows, you watched as he twitched and began to kick at the ground, nervously. “Why?”

“Because I’m in love with you.”

Choking on your own breath, you blinked rapidly. Looking around, bewildered, you made sure everything appeared to be normal. Did you hear Jungkook correctly?

“W–what?” You turned your head and strained your ears to hear him clearly.

“I’m in love with you.” This time the words rolled off Jungkook’s tongue so smoothly and you felt his confidence rising. “You may be my best friend, Y/N, but after not being with you for an entire day, I realized how dependent I was on you. You’re the one who makes me smile and you care for me in ways no one else has.”

“I...” you trailed off, more words unable to escape your mouth.

“Besides, our last moments alone together? They’ve changed, don’t you think? From helping me with my tie to being alone in your room yesterday...is it only me or is there something there?”

Looking back on the moments Jungkook reminded you about, you felt your heart swell. You did stare at Jungkook oddly when fixing his tie. And the tension between you two the night before was definitely nothing like the environment you were used to.

You swallowed a lump in your throat, “well...”

“Well?”

“The truth is...I thought if I set you up with someone, those deeply hidden feelings I have for you would completely dissipate once I saw you happy with another girl.”

“Wait, really? Setting me up with Soomin was for you?”

“Only partially. I knew you liked her and you know me, always meddling with your life,” you sheepishly chuckled at the end of your statement, “but, uh, yeah...Your happiness was my main priority.”

“Y/N!” Jungkook whined, taking another step closer to you. “Why couldn’t you just tell me? You didn’t have to hide–”

“Actually, I did. I’m your best friend, Kook. That’s all people ever saw me as and if that ever changed, who knew what people would think of me.”

“You’re not just my best friend, Y/N. I just told you I love you and I don’t mean it platonically.”

Peering at him, you realized he was right in front of you and you suddenly felt small compared to his larger and broader build.

“You really do?” You squeaked, your cheeks as red as tomatoes.

“I do.”

“B–But...I’m supposed to be mad at you right now!” You stomped your foot childishly and pouted. How did he manage to change your mood so quickly?

Smiling boyishly, Jungkook took ahold of one of your hands. “I’ll take you out dinner every day of the week and pay. You can get whatever the hell you want but please, forgive me?”

The mention of food caused your stomach to grumble. You looked down at your stomach for a split second before smiling sheepishly.

“Okay, Kook. I forgive you,” you declared, watching the grin appear on Jungkook’s face. “But,” you held up your fee hand’s index finger, threateningly, “if you forget my birthday again, I’ll never talk to you again.”

“I won’t forget. I promise,” Jungkook grinned, swinging the hand you were holding forward so you were even closer to him.

“Uh–” Jungkook cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. You queezed your eyes shut, hoping this whole thing wasn’t a dream and you’d wake up once you pulled away.

“Is that Jungkook and Y/N?”

“They’re kissing!”

“I called it. Knew it since we were ten.”

You couldn’t help but smile against Jungkook’s lips at the comment’s you heard from around you. You thought if anything were to happen between you and Jungkook, judgement would be the reaction from others but now? You didn’t even care. All that mattered was that you were in Jungkook’s arms and the feelings you desperately tried to bury fully arose and you embraced them.

“We did it,” Jimin pulled one side of his lips up in a smile.

“We did,” Soomin nodded in agreement beside Jimin, both of them watching the entire thing.

“If it weren’t for us tangling into their lives, would they be together now?” Jimin wondered aloud, turning toward Soomin.

She scoffed, “I doubt it.”

“Hm, well, that wasn’t planned. Weren’t we supposed to be matchmade with them?”

“Yes, we were.”

“I’m kind of glad we weren’t.”

“Me too.”

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