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you're in a crisis !! the crisis being there's only one bed
content tags — featuring: hsr men (not everyone though) | fluff, whatever thing is going in on your relationship, except they have a little crush on you, kind of crack, headcanons | wc: 1.2k
jellyfish notes — guys my phatass cat wont stop hoarding the bed
Phainon is gaslighting himself into thinking that the floor looks the most comfortable even if it actually wasn’t. He absolutely thinks it’s the superior option—sure, his back will hate him tomorrow but at least his dignity remains intact. He avoids admitting that the bed is fine as if he would die the moment he utters his predicament. When you finally drag him to the mattress after what seems to be hundreds of years of insisting, he lies so rigidly he could practically become a table at this point. The barrier of a single pillow between you is a joke. He hates how hyper-aware and sensitive he can be of every shift you make, every rustle of fabric, and when morning comes, he’s a sleep-deprived mess staring at the ceiling. “This is fine. We’re fine. Everything’s fine.”
Anaxagoras sees nothing worth panicking over—he raises an eyebrow at your hesitation. “It’s just a bed,” he says, “the both of us will just sleep on it,” he says. Unless you want to complain, then you should go sleep on the couch or the floor or the bathroom even. It is as simple as that (he’s on that nonchalant sh). The problem is he hoards the blanket as if he owns it. The man literally has it trapped under his weight like a wrestler pinning an opponent and you’re left shivering with what you have, wondering why you ever trusted him.
Before you could even say anything, Mydei is already walking to the couch and flopping down on it. When asked if he’s going to sleep on the bed later, he’ll only say that it’s all yours to have. Discussion closed. If you toss a pillow at him, he’ll catch it without opening his eyes before tucking it under his head—that’s the most you’ll get from him.
You should have known what a little shit Caelus is. He'll opt for sleeping on the floor, right close to the bed where you can completely see him, even though there is a perfectly fine couch over there that is possibly more comfortable than the ground he insists on. He is committed to the bit, escalating his performance into Oscar-worthy height, sprawled all over the ground like a fallen hero in a musical. “The aching," he moans, clutching a throw pillow to his chest like a deathbed prop. “UGH, my back! If only someone is so kind as to offer me something warm… like a bed. This is not directed to you, [Name]. How could I ever be so scandalous and greedy to take something away from you.” Except he’s being scandalous. Is this his way of making you feel guilty? Yes. Is it working? Terribly so.
It’s hard to tell what Dan Heng is thinking at the moment, especially with his silence. But suddenly, he moves with the precision of a mechanical robot, prepares the bed and tells you that you’ll have it while he sleeps somewhere else. However, it takes three logical appeals—“The chair will ruin your back"—, one impulsive grab at his sleeve, and his own traitorous exhaustion before he relents and lies down. It’s a little quiet, don’t you think? Is he already asleep? Apparently not, because the ceiling looks more interesting than any kind of dream right now. Eventually, you’ll find yourself asking him random questions to which he answers anyway until you fall asleep. Dawn reveals him exactly where he started, spine straight, hands folded on his chest, as if he’s some kind of a display. The only evidence he ever moved at all is the blanket now tucked over your shoulders.
Jing Yuan finds some kind of delight or entertainment in this situation. He’s having way too much fun with this, so much so that he teases you so much and you have to smack him repeatedly until he stops—he doesn’t though, and you’re so close to just grabbing his lips with your hand. Grinning, he’ll say: “But why would I sleep on the couch? There’s a bed over there.” or something like, “Oh, you’re sure you don’t want to share?”. In the end, you cannot completely win against him so the two of you end up in the same space, only a few inches apart because as fate would have it, there’s only one pillow too.
Give Sunday a moment to just process and look if there are any other beds in the room. When he finally realizes there’s one and nothing else, yeahhh… flustered at the thought of being on the same bed as you? Maybe, but he still tries to be a gentleman and offers for you to take the bed’s comfort and he’ll look for something to work with for his sleep. He is just so close to cracking—his princely composure fading into nothing as he debates the ethics of sharing versus his very obvious crush. "Perhaps… if we both face opposite walls?" he suggests weakly, like that’ll somehow erase the tension. When you finally tug him onto the bed, he lies so still you’d think he’s in a coffin, hands clasped over his chest like a vampire praying for restraint.
Yeah, you and Boothill are sharing that bed despite you insisting that the two of you would not fit in it. You have no choice at all. And somehow, your crisis went from where to sleep to how to sleep because he moves a lot like he’s in some kind of boxing competition in his dreams. He is a one-man apocalypse—he is both the zombie and the survivor, flipping, rolling, and doing everything but not giving you peace. You ended up kicking him out of frustration, perhaps a little too hard because he nearly fell to the ground—-amazingly, he didn’t wake up. Annoyingly, he just comes back like a boomerang and by morning, you’re a shell of a person, while he stretches like he had the best sleep in his entire life.
That is no problem at all because Blade does not fucking sleep. Somehow, that stresses you out.
Dr. Ratio would sigh and ask whether you prefer the bed, the floor, or the couch (if there is any). Whatever you choose, you’re sleeping there, although it seems kind of stupid to give you the illusion of choice because he’ll scold you if you choose anything else other than the bed. Say what? You’re choosing the couch? Okay, have fun sleeping on the bed. Unbelievable, he has logicked you into submission. And when words fail and you still protest, he lifts you like a misbehaving kitten and drops you onto the mattress (those muscles are not just for display). "Go to sleep," he commands, looming over you like a crazed professor.
With the ever-loving gentleman Argenti, you’re always taken care of and considered by him. He is just insufferably chivalrous. "A flower as delicate as you deserves the finest rest," he’ll say, gesturing to the bed like it’s a throne. He’s draping you in blankets, tucking you under them like you’re some kind of fragile artifact, then afterwards, he prepares to rest on a single-cushioned chair. He will not be swayed no matter what you say, so just go sleep and don’t worry about him.
One bed? No worries, Aventurine will just get another room for himself. No room either? Guess, you’re stuck with him now. “What’s the harm in sharing, friend?” What you imagined to be a night of fine wine and dinner ends up in a mess of pillow-fighting after you threw one directly on his face, to which he retaliated, and you, too, also retaliated until it ended into this chaos. Finally, when you grudgingly settle in and resigned to your fate, lounging on your side of the bed, you fall asleep to the sound of his laugh and his whispered words of goodnight. You’ll wake up baffled, however, as you see him curled on the couch, one arm dangling off, having silently relocated sometime in the night. The audacity of this man to play chivalrous after wrecking the room.
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“slut!” | l.jn
“everyone wants him that was my crime”
💿now playing: “slut!” by taylor swift



❯ summary: Jeno’s always been yours. You were the one too scared to be his, actually. But not anymore. Not tonight. Not now that you’ve decided being called a slut might be worth it, so long as it means they know he’s yours.
❯ pairings: idol!jeno x fem!reader
❯ genre: established relationship, smut, idol!au
❯ words: 3.5k
❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, mentions of online hate, secret relationship, insecurities, mentions of alcohol, possessiveness, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, pull out method (unreliable!), dirty talk, reader uses she/her pronouns, swearing, literally just jeno being a 'gentleman' in a world of boys.

No matter how many times Jeno tries to deny or convince himself otherwise, you can tell—he hates being in a secret relationship. He hates being your secret. And who could blame him? No one wants to feel like they’re being hidden by the one person who’s supposed to love, cherish and adore them completely.
But that’s just the thing. You’re not the only person who loves Lee Jeno.
Not when he’s up there on stage, night after night, basking in the roar of thousands who love him too. He’s adored by strangers, worshipped by fans, and wanted by everyone.
And yet—he chose you. He still chooses you.
He kisses you in elevator corners when it’s just the two of you, and pulls you into janitor closets like you’re back in high school. He makes little gestures on camera only you would catch—a tilt of his head, a thumb brushing his lip, a tap over his heart. As if to say still yours, still here, still love you. And you bask in it all.
You know—despite his options and his fame—he loves you. Only you. There’s never been a doubt. Not when you still remember the endless months he spent pining after you like a love-sick puppy. Back when you told him you couldn’t give him more. That he’d only be wasting his time by pursuing you.
He didn’t care.
Maybe that’s why he agreed to this mess in the first place. The secrecy. The ache. Because for him, having you—even as a secret—was enough. He’d take you in pieces if that’s all you could offer. He’d take you quietly, behind closed doors. Because all he ever really wanted, was you.
But you see the cracks now.
The way he deflates every time you say no to dinner in public. How his fingers twitch when you pull your hand away before anyone sees. How he stares a little too long at your unadorned ring finger after offering you a matching one. And the last one—the most recent wound—you saw it in his eyes when you turned down the invite to the award show.
He thought you’d come. Thought that maybe since Mark had started bringing his new girlfriend to events, you’d be ready too.
But you weren’t.
Truthfully, Mark’s girlfriend had only made things worse. Not her personally, but seeing the thousands of comments attacking her made you upset. You weren’t sure you were strong enough to survive that kind of hate if you were in her position.
What upset you more, though, was overhearing Jeno with Hyuck last week.
“I really wanted her there, man. But I know the cameras would freak her out. I just… I hate that she has to stay away. She deserves to be there with me, you know? Without feeling like everyone is going to tear her apart.”
Hyuck said something back but you can’t even remember what. Your heart was beating too loud to process everything properly. The only thing you remember is how tired Jeno sounded. How frustrated. And worse, hurt. Because of you. Because of this.
You hated that he had to hide those feelings.
And that’s why you’re sitting in front of your vanity on the night of the award show, debating which shade of red lipstick would look best with your outfit. The dress—long, silk, red—is the one you’ve avoided for months. Too bold. Too bright. Too seen. But you slipped into it anyway.
It’s a reckless plan. You know that. It could blow up in your face. Go viral in the worst way. But still—you made the decision. Tonight, you’re done hiding. Tonight, you’re done keeping him a secret. Tonight, you’ll step into the spotlight for him. Because you love him. And more importantly, because he deserves it.
“Baby… can you help me with my tie?”
Jeno’s voice filters in from the hallway, slightly distracted, but then he sees you.
His mouth parts, and his entire body goes still. His eyes drag over you quickly as if he doesn’t trust them. Then he starts blinking rapidly like he’s trying to make sure he’s not hallucinating.
“You—” he starts, but the word breaks in half. He clears his throat. “You look…”
You glance at his reflection in the mirror. He’s red and flustered. Completely undone. The tie he needed help with is now tangled between his fingers.
“Wow,” he finishes.
A slow smile touches your mouth. “Wow, huh?”
He lets out a breathy laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. Wow.”
He takes a hesitant step closer. Then another. Like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he moves too quickly. And truthfully? You might. You’re still half a breath away from backing out, clinging to this idea by a thread.
But then he’s standing behind you. His gaze catches yours in the mirror as he runs a soothing hand up and down your arm.
“You look a little…overdressed for a night in, baby.”
You hold his eyes. “That’s because I’m not planning on staying in,” you whisper. “Not tonight.”
“Wait—does this mean…?” His voice falters, and his hand stops on your skin the exact moment it hits him. The realisation softens the edges of his face, but it also brings something more cautious. “You’re—are you sure?”
You turn to face him.
He looks gorgeous, of course—hair perfectly tousled, dress shirt still half-buttoned, tie crumpled in one hand. But his eyes give him away. That’s his tell. He’s nervous. Not for himself. For you.
You nod, then you rise to your feet. Jeno doesn’t hesitate. He wraps his arms around your waist, hands sliding down to your lower back, anchoring you there.
“I mean it,” he says, barely above a whisper. “If this is because of me, or because you think I need some kind of grand gesture—don’t. I don’t want you to do this unless you want to. I don’t want you walking into that room and regretting it five minutes later. I don’t want you overwhelmed or scared or…” He swallows, hard. “I don’t want you to end up resenting me.”
His voice cracks a little on that last part.
You could cry.
Because this is the boy you fell for. Not the one on stage. Just the boy who would’ve waited forever to be claimed if that’s what it took. Just your Jeno. The boy who compromises first, always. The boy who puts your wants before his own—every time.
“I’m not doing it for you,” you say. “Well, not just for you. I’m doing it because I want to. I’m tired of hiding. I love you. And I want to be seen with you.”
“Fuck,” he curses. “You’re gonna kill me.”
You laugh—and it’s the kind of laugh that makes your eyes sting, because it feels like relief, like safety, like everything might actually be worth it if it means he’s the one standing beside you.
He pulls back just enough to look at you. To really look at you.
“You’re sure, baby?” he asks again, but this time softer. Just to be certain. Just to make extra sure.
You nod again, firmer now. “I’m sure.”
And that’s it. The switch flips.
Because now that he knows—really knows—you’re in this with him, he changes. The nervousness melts away. The sweet, steady boyfriend evaporates and in his place is his other side. The menace. The flirt. The boy madly, stupidly in love.
His eyes drop to your dress. He whistles, low.
“You know, I’m not entirely sure I want anyone else seeing you like this,” he says, one hand trailing down the bare skin of your back. “I mean—fuck, baby. Look at you. You’re unreal.”
You snort. “I thought you wanted people to see me.”
“I do,” he hums. “But I think your first public outing as mine should involve an I love my boyfriend t-shirt. Preferably with my face on it.”
You roll your eyes, but you’re already smiling. “Right. Because I’m the one causing competition in this relationship.”
“You are.”
He grins and spins you slowly so you’re facing the mirror again. His chin rests on your shoulder, and his hands roam a little—just enough to make you squirm.
“I’m serious, babe. I’m gonna have to walk three steps behind you tonight,” he says, eyes fixed on your reflection. “Otherwise I’m gonna end up in a fight.”
“Jeno—”
“No, really. One guy breathes in your direction, I’ll knock him out.”
You shake your head and scoff. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m very serious,” he doubles down. “You’re gonna break the internet. You’re gonna have guys in your comment section and DMs—fucking gross.” He winces, eyes squeezing shut like the thought physically pains him.
You laugh. “Welcome to my world.”
“Christ, baby, how do you do it?” he groans, head tipping back dramatically.
You glance at him in the mirror, raising a brow. “You’re such a drama queen.”
He kisses your shoulder. Then your neck. Then behind your ear.
“Yeah, well,” he murmurs. “You’re worth the drama.”
And you know that he means it. Because that’s exactly how you feel about him. At least, you do tonight.

You’re still giggling when Jeno unlocks the door to your apartment, one arm curled tightly under your legs, the other around your back. The hallway spins slightly, or maybe that’s just you—hazy from all the champagne you and Mark’s girlfriend downed while your boyfriend and his bandmate were on stage accepting an award.
The night was good. Really fucking good. Jeno looked at you with so much pride—like having you there, dressed up and laughing beside him, was somehow better than any trophy he won that night. Claiming you in public had lit something in him that his career could never give him.
“I’m not drunk,” you whine into his neck, breath warm on his skin. “My feet just hurt.”
“Oh yeah?” he says, “That why you nearly fell face first getting into the cab?”
“No,” you huff, pouting. “You try walking in these heels and staying balanced all night.”
“I told you to wear the other shoes before we left,” he mutters, whilst grinning. “But nooo, someone was determined to look sexy tonight.”
He’s right, that was your goal, but still, you hum anyway. “You liked it.”
“Damn right I did.”
The door clicks shut behind him then, and he kicks his shoes off, still holding you like you weigh nothing. He sets you down gently on the edge of the couch, his hands lingering a second longer than necessary on your waist.
“I’ll get you some water,” he says, brushing a kiss against your hairline. “And maybe some painkillers, yeah?”
You nod and he disappears into the bathroom. Sighing, you let your head fall back against the cushion. Your ears are still ringing faintly from the music and cheering. But you feel… lighter. Like something that had been pressing down on your chest finally cracked open and let you breathe. And it has. Because tonight, you were his—and it wasn’t a hidden secret.
You touched him. Kissed him. Supported him. Loved him. Out loud.
Your fingers itch on that thought. You reach for your phone, just to check. Are they talking about it? About you? About—
“Hey.”
Jeno’s voice.
You freeze, phone halfway unlocked.
“Put it down,” he says softly, stepping into view. He’s changed—his shirt half untucked. He’s undone the top few buttons, disregard his tie, and rolled up his sleeves to reveal the veins running along his forearm.
Your eyes meet his.
“Why?” you frown.
“You know why,” he says, walking over. “You were so fucking brave tonight, and I’m so proud of you, but I’m not letting those vultures who don’t even know your name upset this—upset you—not tonight.”
He plucks the phone from your hand and sets it down without looking away. Then he drops to his knees in front of you.
Rough palms skim up your thighs slowly. You’re still in that dress, red silk with the slit high enough to tempt his restraint. His hands slide higher, until he’s parting your legs with firm fingers, settling between them like he belongs there.
Because he does.
“We can check it tomorrow if you still want to, baby,” he offers, mouth ghosting over your knee. “But right now? Focus on me. Focus on us. Please?”
You chew your bottom lip, a full-body shiver following the path of his rough palms as they trace the length of your upper leg. God, you love looking at him like this—down on his knees, eyes wide and soft but still dark. That familiar, dangerous sweetness on his face—the kind that makes it impossible to say no to him.
So, you just nod a quiet: “Okay.”
“Good,” he grins, a little wicked now. “Because I just spent an entire night trying not to touch you,” he says hoarsely. “And I fucking love this dress on you, baby.”
“I picked it with you—”
“Take it off.”
Your lips part of their own accord because you don’t think you’ve ever heard his voice drop like that. It has your fingers fumbling to the clasp behind your back, trembling as you unhook it. Jeno watches like you’re putting on a show just for him. You don't think you’ve ever seen his eyes so heated before either.
The silk slips from your shoulders, pooling at your waist. And then he’s there—his big hands covering yours, helping you peel it the rest of the way down like he’s unwrapping a gift.
He looks at you in pure awe—like it’s the first time he’s seen every bare inch of your skin, even though it’s not.
“No fucking underwear, baby?” he asks, thumbs pressing into the soft dips of your waist. “You looked this fucking good all night with nothing on underneath?”
You blink, breath catching.
“I was irritated before,” his jaw tenses. “But now I think I’m mad.”
“Irritated?” you echo.
“Yeah,” he huffs a breath, eyes flicking over your tits straight to your parted lips. “I had to sit there and watch you. Watch you laugh, drink, make every person in that room fall in love with you. And the whole time, you were like this wet and bare—and I didn’t even know.”
Heat rushes to your cheeks—and between your legs.
“I should’ve pulled you into a bathroom stall and made you cum on my fingers just so you’d stop smiling at everyone else.”
Your thighs press together involuntarily. The heat between them is molten now.
“Well,” you whisper, eyes locked on his, “you don’t have to watch anymore.”
He kisses you then and it’s greedy. He’s been holding back for hours, but now, you’re his again—just his—so he doesn’t want to be gentle anymore. He doesn’t have to be.
He pulls you up from the couch, hands sliding down to grab your ass as he walks you backward toward the bedroom, lips styling looked onto yours like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.
You tug at his shirt, and he shrugs it off without a second thought.
“Lie down,” he commands softly once you reach the bed.
You obey, spine sinking into the mattress, hair fanning across the pillow as your chest rises and falls rapidly. Jeno climbs over you, one arm braced beside your head, the other slowly moving down the curve of your waist until he’s back to his favourite place—between your legs.
He kisses the inside of your knee first. Then your thigh. Then higher. All without breaking eye contact.
“You’ve been dripping like this all night?” he breathes, lips fanning the skin just above your pubic bone.
You nod as a whine escapes you because of how slowly he’s moving. He’s taking his time, and it’s excruciating considering how much you need him already.
“Use your words, baby.”
“Yes,” you pant. “Been wet all night.”
He lets out a low whistle, then leans in closer, blowing soft air against your bare slit. It’s torturous. Delicious. Cruel.
“Fuck, baby,” he coos, eyes locked on your cunt. “This looks like it aches. What’s got you so worked up, hmm?”
“You, Jeno,” you whimper. “Always you. Please.”
He smirks then. A real, filthy grin. “Good.”
He doesn’t move right away. Just watches. Watches the way your thighs twitch. The way your chest rises faster. The way your lips part like you’re about to beg again.
He likes that. The anticipation. The way you’re already wrecked and he hasn’t even touched you properly. Then finally—finally—his mouth is on you.
It’s slow at first. A single, open-mouthed kiss to your clit, so gentle you barely feel it. Then he sucks. Hard. Tongue flicking over you in the most heavenly way because he knows your body better than you do.
You gasp, hips lifting—but his hands are already there, pinning you down to the mattress with a strength that makes your toes curl.
“Don’t run from me,” he hums against you. “Take it, pretty girl. You deserve it.”
You whimper his name, one hand fisting the sheets, the other reaching down to bury in his hair to tug at the ends whilst he devours you. And when he adds a finger—slips it inside without warning while his tongue flicks fast and precise against your clit—you arch off the bed completely, moaning so loudly it echoes.
“That’s it,” he groans, curling it just right. “So fucking hot.”
You clench around him, and he grins against your skin. Telling you—demanding you—to let go. Which you do, with a cry and a shudder. He doesn’t stop licking until you’re shaking, until you’re whining his name in that breathless, broken way that makes his cock throb behind his zipper.
You’re not even sure how long you’ve been moaning his name before he eventually pulls back and reaches for his belt. You reach for him and he catches your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles as you help him free his cock from the layers of fabric.
Then he lines himself up, bare, and sinks into you with a groan that rips straight from his chest. The sound alone sends another shudder through you.
His head falls forward until his forehead rests against yours as he anchors your hip. His breath fans hot across your lips, leaving delicate pecks as he eases into you carefully.
“Fuck,” he gasps, the curse trembling. “You feel so good. So fucking good, baby.”
And then—he moves. He fucking moves. Deep and steady. Claiming.
His mouth hovers near yours. Catching each gasp, each moan, each quiet, desperate, whispered plea of his name from your lips. He wants everything. He wants it all.
He pulls out slow, just to taunt, and then thrusts back in harder and you groan, your nails digging into his shoulders.
“That’s it,” he says, gritting his teeth. “You like being full of me, don’t you?”
You nod, breathless. “Yes—fuck—yes, Jeno.”
“Been thinking about this all fucking night,” he breathes against your lips. “About getting that fucking dress off you. About making you squirm. Hearing you make all those pretty little noises for me. Taking everything I give you like such a good fucking girl.”
You clench again at his words, and he feels it.
“Fuck, baby—already close again?” he smirks, biting softly at your jaw. “You’re so fucking easy for me. So wet. So perfect.”
You moan, your legs tightening around his waist.
“Say it,” he growls, voice cracking now as his thrusts pick up pace. “Say who you’re perfect for. Who this sweet little body was made to take.”
“You,” you cry out, head falling back. “Fuck, it’s only ever you.”
“Damn right,” he grits, snapping his hips harder. “And now the whole world knows, don’t they? And now I get to show everyone who’s got me wrapped around her fucking finger.”
You whine, nails dragging down his back as your body starts to seize again, overwhelmed by the force of him, by his words. He hisses then, and you know he’s just as close as you.
“Be good for me, baby. Cum on my cock—show me how fucking mine you are.”
Your pussy pulses around him, mouth opening in a loud moan as pleasure rips through you and you can do nothing but clutch at his bare back. The lines of nail marks reddening.
“Fuck—there you go,” he groans. “That’s it, baby. That’s my girl.”
His own hips stutter, rhythm breaking to a languid pace as he chases his own orgasm. He buries his face in your neck, teeth scraping just enough to nip and suck and leave his favourite kind of purple marks.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” he snarls against your skin. “Fuck—you feel too good—I can’t—”
He pulls out fast, and you whimper at the sudden emptiness. But your mind doesn’t have enough time to process that ache because your eyes lock with his—dilated and heavy-lidded—and you forget to breathe.
His hand wraps around his cock, pumping hard, fast. Just a few strokes before he’s spilling all over your stomach, jaw clenched, your name a growl on his tongue.
The sight alone makes your thighs tremble all over again—because he looks so fucking beautiful like this. Chest heaving, skin slick with sweat, eyes half-lidded and burning only for you. You don’t even care about the mess he’s made on your skin—because tonight, he wasn’t just your secret. He was yours. Publicly.
And you’re both okay with paying that price.
#nct smut#jeno smut#nct dream smut#nct x reader#jeno x reader#nct dream x reader#nct hard hours#nct one shot#kpop smut
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A Bad Night: Jack Abbot x Reader x Michael "Robby" Robinavitch
Tagging: @kmc1989 @daydreamsareallineed @starstruckunknown-princess @sillymuffintrashflap @thedamnqueenofhell
Summary: A bad night leads the boys to confess their feelings for you.
Prequel piece to:
Together - Jack comes home to find Robby in the kitchen and you sleeping the morning away.
Pretty Girl - Jack and Robby spend a little quality time with their pretty girl.
Shift Work - Robby knows you've got something on your mind.
Dr Daddy & The Short King - Jack confronts you about the transfer at your fire station.

The difference been being a third and being two other people’s partner is emotional compatibility. Something you have in spades with both Robby and Jack, which is where the conundrum starts because a threesome is one thing but a relationship is another and they’re trying to figure out where this whole thing with you is leading.
It’s something the two of them have been circling for a while now because they both know the other is in love with you. Robby was the first to admit it but Jack was the first to understand the depth of it.
It comes to a head the night you end up staying over at their place because you get off your split shift to find a pipe has burst in your apartment. It’s three in the morning and you don’t have any other place to go that isn’t the firehouse.
When you turn up, they can tell it’s been a bad night even without the deluge of water that’s flooded your apartment. You look wrung out, exhausted, like the world is falling apart underneath your feet. You don’t want to talk about it, you make that clear within the first three seconds of stepping inside their house, you just want to sleep.
Jack gives you one of his t-shirts because you literally have nothing but the clothes on your back. When you toss them out through the gap in the door, he puts them into the washer on an overnight spin, leaving you to get dressed in the bedroom.
It’s when he comes out the laundry room that he’s confronted by Robby, he’s standing there in those grey sweatpants and his faded Robert Bradley's Blackwater Surprise t-short. Everytime Jack tries wear anything like sweatpants they end up bunched up around the top ridge of his prosthetic which is why he wears plaid straight legged bottoms to bed on the colder nights.
It’s the look on Robby’s face that tells Jack this situation is a problem, a real fucking problem and they both know it.
“She’s not sleeping on the couch.” Jack says firmly, his arms crossed over his chest as he faces off against Robby. “She’s wrecked, she needs a real fucking bed and someone to take care of her.”
“And that’s the issue isn’t it Jack?” Robby responds, scrubbing his palm over the back of his neck. “We both want to take care of her and we both know that doesn’t come from a place of friendship. If we get into bed with her right now this has the potential to go wrong in so many different ways-”
“Robby.” Jack asserts, holding up his hand to slow his boyfriend’s roll. “That woman is falling apart. We both know how touch starved she is, she needs comfort, physical fucking comfort, someone to take her in their arms and tell her that everything is going to be ok. You know what that’s like, I know what that’s like, so I really don’t see what we’re arguing about here.”
“Jack-”
But Jack’s already marching through the house, opening the bedroom door and the moment Robby lays eyes on you, that decision is made for him because he can’t fucking stand the sight of how vulnerable you look in that moment. You’re curled up like a tiny abandoned kitten right in the centre of their mattress, the sheets drawn up around you as if you’re trying to block out the rest of the world.
Jack may have opened the door but it’s Robby who takes the first steps, who sits on the edge of the bed, his palm lightly smoothing the hair off your features as you look up at him with the saddest eyes he’s ever seen.
“Anna…” He says softly. “What do you need?”
You close your eyes, burying your face even deeper into the quilt and Robby understands. Its so fucking hard for you to ask for things you want, to show any level of vulnerability because it’s been beaten into you time and time again that it’s a weakness, that bad things happen when you let people in.
“Ok.” His whispers, his voice rough. “We’re just gonna hold you tonight ok? No funny business. Jack’s going to have your back, I’m gonna be right here in front of you where you can see me. Are you ok that with that?”
You give the briefest of nods and Jack closes the bedroom door behind him before he approaches the bed with a determination in his eyes that Robby fell in love with all those years ago. It takes him a second to remove him prosthetic. He sets it in front of the nightstand, tucking himself into bed behind you, his arm looping around your waist, bringing your back flush against his chest. His chin hooks over your shoulder, his grizzled cheek rubbing affectionately against yours, nuzzling close.
Robby waits until Jack’s content with his positioning before he climbs underneath the sheets. His long legs tangle with yours, his socked feet rubbing over your cold ones to warm them as his forehead presses against your own. He takes your hand and places your palm against his chest, just over the space where his heart resides, thundering underneath the tips of your fingers.
“This thing in my chest, it only beats for the two of you Anna.” He tells you softly. “I want you to think about that as you fall asleep, I want you to know how loved you are, how safe you are. Jack and I…”
He trails off because he isn’t sure if you want to hear those words but it’s Jack that takes over, Jack that thinks you need to hear them now more than ever.
“We love you Anna.” Jack tells you, his voice rumbling in his chest. “We’re all yours if you want us.”
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Stubborn Hearts

takashi mitsuya x fem!reader
all you do is bickering, so everyone forces you to confess to each other.
a/n: aaaaaah hope this isn't cringe T.T
words count: 5.7k
tags: enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst to fluff, teasing, bickering
masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi
You have exactly three problems in life:
1. Your friends are idiots.
2. Toman is full of gossiping middle schoolers disguised as delinquents.
3. Mitsuya Takashi exists.
The third one is the biggest problem.
Because, somehow, everyone in Toman has decided that you and Mitsuya are destined soulmates. Which is insane because he clearly hates you. He always sighs when you walk into the room, never laughs at your jokes, and acts like everything you do is some massive inconvenience.
So, naturally, you’ve made it your life’s mission to annoy the hell out of him.
And today? Today is no different.
The Toman hideout is as loud and chaotic as ever. You’re sitting on the couch with Emma and Hina, watching as Mitsuya helps Hakkai wrap a bandage around his arm. He’s focused, carefully tying the gauze, completely unbothered by the noise around him.
Which is unacceptable.
“Ugh.” You groan dramatically, slumping against Emma “Why is he always here?”
Hina snorts “Because he’s literally a vice-captain?”
“A vice-captain with an attitude problem.” You glance at Mitsuya, narrowing your eyes “I bet if he smiled too hard, his face would crack.”
Emma hums “Or maybe he doesn’t smile because someone keeps throwing french fries at his head.”
“That happened one time.”
“It happened yesterday.”
“Still a one time thing”
From across the room, Mitsuya sighs.
You whip around immediately “SEE?! He does it every time I talk!”
Pah chokes on his drink “This is painful to watch.”
“Yeah, this is getting ridiculous.” Smiley says, grinning “I mean, how long are they gonna keep this up?”
You frown “Keep what up?”
Before anyone can answer, Chifuyu suddenly drops onto the couch beside you, looking suspiciously smug “Hey, Y/N, quick question.”
You squint “What?”
“If you had to be stranded on a deserted island with one person, would you pick Mitsuya?”
“I’d rather drink seawater.”
“I’d rather swim into a shark’s mouth.” Mitsuya deadpans from across the room.
Baji nearly dies laughing “YEAH, SURE, OKAY.”
“See?!” You spin toward Emma and Hina, motioning wildly at Mitsuya “He hates me!”
They exchange a look. The same one they’ve been giving you for months. The one that makes you feel like you’re missing a really obvious joke.
“Right.” Hina says.
“Absolutely.” Emma agrees.
You narrow your eyes “…Why do I feel like you guys know something I don’t?”
Before either of them can respond, Draken suddenly clears his throat “Alright, enough. I can’t watch this disaster any longer.”
Mikey, who had been quietly eating dorayaki, finally speaks up “I say we lock them in a room.”
You freeze “Wait, what?”
Mitsuya’s head snaps up “Excuse me?”
Mikey shrugs, unbothered “Just until they confess.”
The room erupts.
“I love that idea.” Smiley howls.
“Let’s do it.” Baji grins.
Even Hakkai, the nice one, nods “It’d save us a lot of time.”
You shoot up from your seat “Confess what??”
Mitsuya groans, rubbing his temples “You guys are actual morons.”
“No, you two are morons,” Chifuyu corrects “We are just fixing it.”
You’re about to argue when Emma grabs your arm.
Hina grabs your other arm.
“WAIT—”
Before you can fight back, they drag you toward the nearest empty room.
You hear a loud thud as Mitsuya gets shoved inside with you, his voice sharp with irritation “Are you serious right now?”
The door slams shut.
Then they locked it.
“I’m going to murder them...” Mitsuya mutters.
You press your forehead against the door, horror settling in “Not if I do it first.”
The room is dead silent.
You and Mitsuya stand on opposite sides, both facing the door, both processing the absolute betrayal that just happened.
Your friends... your traitorous, nosy friends... have actually locked you inside a tiny room with Mitsuya.
And they’re not letting you out until one of you confesses.
Which is never happening since Mitsuya hates you.
After what feels like a full minute, you finally turn to him “…This is your fault.”
Mitsuya scoffs “My fault? You’re the one who keeps picking fights with me.”
“Because you hate me!”
He groans, rubbing his temples like you’re giving him a migraine “I don’t hate you.”
“You literally just said you’d rather get eaten by a shark than be stuck on an island with me.”
“Because you said you’d rather die first!”
You squint at him “So what? You just had to one-up me?”
“You started it!”
Before you can throw something at his stupidly calm face, you hear muffled voices outside the door.
“They’re fighting already.” Chifuyu says, laughing.
“Give it ten minutes,” Baji snickers “One of them’s gonna snap.”
You whip around and bang on the door “LET ME OUT, YOU BASTARDS.”
“Nope!” Emma’s voice is way too cheerful “Not until you confess~”
You can practically hear Hina smirking “Take your time, though. We’ve got all night.”
Oh, they are so dead.
You turn back to Mitsuya, eyes burning with pure rage “Okay. We need a plan.”
He raises an eyebrow “A plan?”
“Yes.” You cross your arms and whisper “We pretend to confess so they let us out.”
Mitsuya gives you a flat look “You want to fake confess?”
“Unless you have a better idea?”
He sighs, shaking his head “Fine. But they’re not gonna believe it if it sounds fake.”
You frown “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you can’t just say, ‘Oh wow, I actually love you so much, let me out now’” he deadpans “They’re expecting that.”
You blink “…Okay, that was actually a really good impression of me.”
“Yeah, because all you do is yell.”
“See?! You do hate me!”
Mitsuya groans “Oh my god.”
Outside, the entire Toman gang is eavesdropping, fully entertained.
“They’re hopeless.” Smiley laughs.
“We might be here for a whole while.” Hakkai mutters.
Mikey hums, finishing off his dorayaki “Nah. They’ll break soon.”
Baji grins “Wanna bet?”
Back inside, you take a deep breath “Okay, fine. If we have to make it believable, let’s just, ugh... compliment each other.”
Mitsuya leans against the wall, arms crossed “Alright. You go first.”
You narrow your eyes “…Why do I have to go first?”
“Because this was your dumb plan.”
“Fine.” You huff, crossing your arms “Ugh. I guess… you’re good at sewing or whatever.”
Mitsuya blinks “That’s it?”
“What, do you want me to write you a poem?”
He sighs dramatically “Okay, my turn. You’re… not completely unbearable.”
You glare “Wow. Romantic.”
“We’re fake confessing, not getting engaged.”
“Whatever. Now let’s just—”
Suddenly, you hear whispers outside.
“They’re faking it.” Hina says.
“Obviously.” Draken mutters.
Mikey sighs “Alright. Plan B.”
Before you can even ask what Plan B is, a vent above you suddenly opens...
AND A WATER BOTTLE COMES FLYING THROUGH.
Right into Mitsuya’s head.
The silence is deafening.
Then Baji starts screaming with laughter.
Mitsuya just closes his eyes, inhales slowly, and mutters, “I hate all of you.”
You’re wheezing on the floor.
Mitsuya stands perfectly still, eyes closed, jaw clenched. The water bottle that smacked him in the head rolls across the floor.
You, meanwhile, are dying.
Clutching your stomach, you collapse against the wall, gasping between wheezes “I—I can’t—They sniped you!”
From outside the door, Baji is howling with laughter.
“Did you see that shot?” Smiley cackles “Perfect headshot!”
“Who even threw that?!” Hakkai asks, struggling to breathe.
“…Me.” Mikey answers, sounding vaguely proud.
Mitsuya exhales slowly, rubbing his temples “I swear to god.”
You wipe tears from your eyes, still grinning “Hey, at least you’re hydrated.”
He shoots you a deadpan stare “Do you want to die?”
Before you can answer, Emma’s voice rings from outside “Alright, new plan! If you two don’t confess in the next five minutes, we’re dropping more stuff through the vent.”
Hina hums “What’s next? A shoe?”
“A chair?” Chifuyu suggests.
Baji snickers “I say we drop Takemichi.”
“WHAT?!” Takemichi’s panicked voice echoes from somewhere in the back.
Mitsuya pinches the bridge of his nose “I hate every single person outside this door.”
You sigh dramatically “Welcome to my world.”
He glances at you “You are part of the problem.”
You put a hand over your heart “Wow. Just say you hate me and go.”
“I said I don’t hate you.” he groans.
“Oh? Then why do you always sigh when I talk?”
“Because you never shut up.”
You gasp, utterly offended “Wow. I’m actually hurt. Crushed. I might cry.”
“Good.”
You glare “You know what? Maybe I will fake confess just to get out of here.”
Mitsuya shrugs “Be my guest.”
You pause. Then, smirking, you turn toward the door.
“OH MITSUYA,” you call dramatically “I HAVE BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU FOR YEARS. YOUR SILVER HAIR SHINES LIKE THE MOON, YOUR SEWING SKILLS BRING TEARS TO MY EYES, AND EVERY TIME YOU IGNORE ME, IT MAKES ME FALL HARDER. PLEASE, TAKE ME NOW.”
The silence outside is deafening.
Then... Everyone BURSTS OUT LAUGHING.
Baji is SCREAMING. Smiley sounds like he’s choking. Chifuyu is wheezing.
Mikey hums “Sounds fake.”
Draken snorts “Zero emotion.”
Emma sighs “Yeah, that was a terrible confession.”
You scowl “Okay, rude.”
Mitsuya shakes his head “Told you they wouldn’t buy it.”
You cross your arms “Fine. You confess, then.”
He scoffs “Why the hell would I do that?”
“Because you got us into this mess!”
Mitsuya stares at you, incredulous “HOW is this my fault?!”
“You exist!”
“You threw a french fry at my head yesterday!”
You wave him off “That’s unrelated.”
Mitsuya groans, dragging a hand down his face “We are never getting out of here.”
Outside, the group listens with growing frustration.
“They’re actually so dumb.” Hina mutters.
Emma sighs “Alright, time for drastic measures.”
Chifuyu grins “Are we pulling the ‘fake love rival’ card?”
Pah nods “Yup.”
Baji smirks “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”
Back inside, you’re still bickering when suddenly...
“HEY, Y/N!”
It’s Chifuyu.
You blink “Uh… what?”
“I just wanna say,” Chifuyu continues loudly, “if Mitsuya doesn’t like you, you could always date me instead.”
You freeze.
Mitsuya’s expression goes blank.
The room is dead silent.
Then...
“…Excuse me?” Mitsuya says flatly.
Baji immediately jumps in “Yeah! Y’know what? I’ve always thought Y/N was cute.”
“Same.” Smiley adds, way too enthusiastically.
Even Hakkai joins in “Y-Yeah! A-amazing!”
You blink rapidly “H-Hold on! Fake or not, this is embarassing!”
Mitsuya’s entire aura shifts.
His jaw tightens. His usual calm expression darkens. And when he speaks his voice is low.
“Not. Funny.”
The noise outside dies instantly.
You swallow. Mitsuya isn’t smiling anymore.
“…Mitsuya?” you say cautiously.
He turns toward you. And for the first time, he looks genuinely, actually pissed.
Then he takes a step closer.
You instinctively step back “H-Hey, let’s not murder anyone… I didn’t even say anything!”
But he just keeps walking.
And suddenly, you’re backed against the wall.
Trapped.
Mitsuya places a hand on the wall next to your head, leaning in just enough to make your breath hitch. His violet eyes lock onto yours, unreadable.
“…You really think I hate you?” he murmurs.
Your stomach flips.
“I—I mean, yeah?” you stammer “You never laugh at my jokes, you’re always sighing at me, and you just look like you hate me—”
Mitsuya exhales sharply, tilting his head “You’re actually so dumb.”
Your brain short-circuits “EXCUSE ME—”
Then before you can react he leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead.
Your entire soul leaves your body.
He just—MITSUYA TAKASHI JUST...........
Outside, you hear someone drop something.
“…WHAT?!” Baji’s scream shakes the walls.
“NO FREAKING WAY!” Chifuyu shouts.
Draken whistles “Well, damn.”
You, meanwhile, are still frozen.
Mitsuya pulls back, watching you carefully “…Still think I hate you?”
You stare at him, completely stunned. Your brain isn’t functioning. Your words aren’t working. Your body refuses to move.
You’re still processing the fact that Mitsuya just kissed you.
Mitsuya smirks, patting your head “Thought so.”
Then he turns toward the door.
“We’re done here,” he calls out “Let us out.”
Still in shock, you hear the click of the door unlocking.
Mitsuya steps out first, walking past a completely stunned Toman gang.
Baji looks betrayed. Emma and Hina are grinning like maniacs. Chifuyu has tears in his eyes.
You, meanwhile, are still standing in the room.
Mikey leans in “Hey, Y/N?”
You blink.
“…You good?”
Your mouth opens. Then closes.
Then you promptly drop to the floor.
Mitsuya’s stupid smirk is the last thing you see before you die inside.
And now you are malfunctioning.
You’re still sitting on the floor of the tiny room, staring at absolutely nothing while the entire Toman gang loses their minds.
Baji looks like someone personally betrayed him “ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!”
Chifuyu clutches his chest, tears in his eyes “That was the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen.”
Draken just nods “Yeah. That was smooth.”
Mikey hums “Mm. Approved.”
Emma and Hina? Squealing.
Meanwhile, Mitsuya is just standing there like he didn’t just destroy your entire existence.
And you’re still not breathing.
Mikey waves a hand in front of your face “Oi, Y/N. Earth to Y/N.”
No response.
Smiley snickers “She’s broken.”
Mitsuya sighs, crossing his arms “Oh, come on.” He looks down at you, unimpressed “It was just a forehead kiss.”
You snap back to life.
“JUST a forehead kiss?!” You shoot up from the floor, absolutely unhinged “DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU JUST DID?!”
He shrugs “I got us out, didn’t I?”
“BY SHORT-CIRCUITING MY BRAIN?!”
Mitsuya smirks “Worked, didn’t it?”
You let out an ungodly noise, somewhere between a scream and a strangled sob.
Baji grabs you by the shoulders, looking deeply into your eyes “You cannot let this stand.”
You grip his arms “What do I do?”
Baji’s eyes darken “You fight.”
Chifuyu gasps “You flirt back.”
The entire gang nods, suddenly forming a revenge plan.
Mitsuya still completely calm “You guys are all idiots.”
You whip around dramatically “Fine. If this is war, then so be it.” You point at Mitsuya “From this moment forward, I will make you suffer.”
Mitsuya actually laughs at that “Good luck with that.”
You narrow your eyes “Oh, it’s on.”
The entire gang watches in pure excitement.
Baji claps you on the back “I believe in you.”
Hina grins “We will support this battle.”
Emma nods seriously “For justice.”
Mikey hums “This is gonna be fun.”
And Mitsuya just smirks.
“Go ahead,” he says smoothly “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Oh, he thinks he’s untouchable.
You crack your knuckles.
The war has begun.
The next day, Mitsuya strolls into the Toman hangout like nothing happened, all cool and collected, like he didn’t just completely wreck your brain with a forehead kiss.
“Morning.” he greets casually, looking around at the gang.
You smile sweetly, practically gloating as you walk up to him “Mitsuya, hey.”
He blinks at you, raising an eyebrow “What?”
You lean in, just close enough for him to feel the warmth of your breath on his cheek “You look good today.” you say smoothly, with a mischievous glint in your eye.
The entire room goes quiet. Even the usually chill Draken looks up, clearly interested in what’s going on.
Mitsuya freezes for a split second, before narrowing his eyes “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” you reply innocently, flipping your hair and walking past him with a sassy sway in your step.
You can feel his eyes on your back, and when you glance over your shoulder, you catch him blinking rapidly. Oh, this is going to be so much fun.
The gang is watching this entire exchange like it’s some kind of highly entertaining drama.
Chifuyu leans over to Baji, whispering loudly, “She’s really doing it. She’s flirting with him.”
Baji grins “Oh yeah, she is. This is going to be amazing.”
Mikey grins too “She’s not backing down. Mitsuya doesn’t even know how to respond.”
“Good. I’ve been waiting for this.” Draken mutters, a grin tugging at his lips.
The war is on.
Mitsuya, ever the cool guy, tries to act like he’s unbothered by your sudden flirty energy, but he’s not as cool as he thinks.
You notice his hand twitching every time you walk by him now. And when you catch him looking at you? He quickly looks away.
Perfect.
Later that day, you find yourself sitting on the couch, lazily flipping through the pages of a manga, when Mitsuya walks in, his usual calm demeanor slightly… off. His eyes flicker to you and then away, but he can’t seem to make up his mind.
You look up at him slowly, a coy smile on your lips “You know, Mitsuya…” You drag out his name, and you swear you see his eyes widen just a fraction “I was thinking… I could totally use someone like you in my life. You’re pretty handy with those sewing skills you have.”
Mitsuya tilts his head, trying to keep his cool “I’ve been sewing for years, Y/N.”
“I know,” you reply, leaning in a little, “and I’m sure I could come up with so many… ways to make use of you.” You say it so sweetly, almost like you’re not even trying “You could sew for me anytime.”
The room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Mitsuya doesn’t even flinch “You’re really playing this game, huh?”
You tilt your head, almost innocently as you look at him “You started it, didn’t you?”
By the next day, you’ve got the whole Toman gang in on the act. You’re working overtime to make Mitsuya squirm, and it’s working.
“Mitsuya,” you call sweetly as he walks by “Your jacket looks really nice today. I think I’m starting to have a thing for you in leather.”
He freezes mid-step. His face flushes just the tiniest bit, and it only makes you grin wider.
He looks back at you, eyes narrowed “You’re not serious.”
You smile even more “Maybe I am,” you reply with a wink “What if I told you I could get very serious? About you?”
The entire gang is watching again. They’re all dying from the tension.
Mitsuya stands still, visibly flustered, and you can almost see him thinking. He’s trying to stay calm, but you know it’s killing him on the inside.
“…Stop messing around, Y/N.” he mutters, his voice a little rougher than usual.
“Oh, I’m not messing around,” you reply smoothly “You want me to stop, but you don’t really want me to. You just like making me work for it.”
You pause “But I don’t mind. I’m patient. I can wait. I’m worth it.”
There’s a long pause. Mitsuya looks like he’s about to combust “You’re impossible.”
“I’m not impossible,” you say sweetly “I’m just… irresistible.”
That evening, the gang is once again hanging out in the main area of Toman’s HQ. You’re sitting on the couch next to Mitsuya, your legs casually brushing against his, and you’re making absolutely no attempt to move away. He’s clearly trying his hardest not to react, but you can feel the tension crackling between you two.
Finally, he speaks, and you can tell he’s struggling to keep it together “Y/N, you’re—you’re really pushing it, you know that?”
You turn to him, locking eyes, and then smile so sweetly it might as well be a challenge “Am I? I think I’m just giving you what you’ve wanted this whole time.”
For a moment, Mitsuya doesn’t say anything. He looks like he’s about to explode, and you’re getting a strange thrill out of it.
The entire gang is watching, and you can hear Baji mutter under his breath, “I don’t know how she does it…”
But Mitsuya looks like he’s finally had enough.
“Okay, fine,” he says, his voice much quieter than before “You want me to say it?”
You look at him, completely unbothered, but on the inside your heart is racing.
He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck “Fine. I like you, okay? I don’t know how to handle it, but I do. Happy now?”
For a second, you freeze.
Did he just...?
But before you can react, Mitsuya looks at you with a half-smile “So, are you gonna stop flirting with me, or is this part of your strategy?”
The air is thick with tension, but now you’re the one left speechless.
You were so sure you had the upper hand in this war.
You were winning. Mitsuya was flustered, avoiding your gaze, tripping over his words. Everything was going perfectly.
And then, in a cruel twist of fate he confessed first.
You didn’t even get to enjoy your victory because now you’re the one malfunctioning.
Your brain is short-circuiting. Your heart is staging a full-on rebellion.
Mitsuya likes you. He likes you.
And he said it so casually, like it wasn’t the thing you’ve been avoiding this whole time.
Now, as you sit next to him, his words still hanging in the air, you realize something absolutely horrifying:
You have no idea how to respond.
The gang is dead silent.
Baji’s jaw is practically on the floor.
Chifuyu’s eyes are wide with pure betrayal.
Mikey is still munching on his snack, but even he looks impressed.
Emma and Hina are squeezing each other’s arms like they just witnessed the season finale of the best drama ever.
And Mitsuya is just watching you with a smug look, arms crossed, so much more confident now that the tables have turned.
“…Well?” he asks, tilting his head “Nothing to say?”
You narrow your eyes at him, even though your heart is currently going through every stage of grief.
Oh, he thinks he’s won.
Well, joke’s on him. You’re not going down that easily.
So, with every ounce of fake confidence you have left, you clear your throat and smirk “Huh. That’s cute. You like me? Should I be flattered?”
Mitsuya raises an eyebrow “You’re the one who’s been flirting with me for days.”
You wave a hand dismissively “Oh, Mitsuya, sweetie, I flirt with everyone.”
The room erupts.
Chifuyu gasps “Did she—did she just friendzone him?!”
Draken bursts out laughing.
Emma screams into her hands.
Meanwhile, Mitsuya is still watching you, his expression unreadable “Oh, really?”
“Really,” you say with a playful smirk “I mean, you’re cute and all, but you’re taking this way too seriously.”
There. That should put you back in control.
You expect Mitsuya to roll his eyes. To get flustered again. To suffer.
But instead, he leans in.
Closer.
Too close.
Dangerously close.
And suddenly, you are no longer in control.
You freeze.
The room goes silent again.
Mitsuya’s voice is low, his lips barely an inch away from yours “If I took it seriously…” His eyes are locked onto yours, amusement flickering in them “Would that be a problem for you?”
You cannot breathe.
Your entire soul leaves your body.
Hina is holding onto Emma like they’re watching a horror movie now.
Draken actually whistles.
Mikey grins.
“Ohhhh,” he hums “She’s losing.”
And you are.
Because your brain has completely shut down.
Mitsuya is still watching you, waiting for your next move, waiting to see if you’ll break first.
And the worst part is that you are.
Your face is burning. Your heart is racing.
You can’t even come up with a comeback, and that is the biggest loss of all.
You’ve played yourself.
And Mitsuya knows it.
Slowly, finally, he pulls back, looking so satisfied with himself “That’s what I thought.”
Then, like he didn’t just ruin your entire existence, he stands up and stretches “Alright, I’m heading home.”
And with that he leaves.
The door shuts behind him.
The silence is deafening.
And then the gang loses their minds.
“YOU LOST.” Baji howls, pointing at you like he just witnessed history.
“She broke first!” Chifuyu shrieks.
Mikey leans back with a smug look “Mitsuya just won this whole thing.”
Hina and Emma are literally shaking you.
Draken chuckles “Damn. That was smooth.”
And you just sit there, completely frozen, hands gripping your knees, re-evaluating your entire life.
Because for the first time ever…
You have absolutely no idea what to do next.
You sit there, frozen, while the rest of the gang absolutely loses their minds around you.
Baji is cackling like he’s just won the lottery. Chifuyu keeps repeating, “She lost! She lost!” like a damn sports commentator. Hina and Emma are shaking you like they’re trying to exorcise the embarrassment out of your soul.
And Mikey is just sitting there, smug as hell, casually sipping on his juice box like he knew this was going to happen the entire time.
Meanwhile, you are stuck in complete denial.
Because no. No way. Mitsuya did not just turn everything around on you. He did not just completely dismantle your entire game plan with one smug little smirk.
You refuse to accept this.
You refuse.
Which is why, before your brain can catch up with your actions, you’re already on your feet.
You barely hear Emma calling after you “Where are you going?!” as you storm out of the Toman hideout and straight after Mitsuya.
You catch up to him a few blocks away, walking casually down the dimly lit street like he didn’t just destroy your entire existence a few minutes ago.
“Mitsuya!” you call out, breathless.
He pauses mid-step and turns around, raising an eyebrow “Oh? What happened to ‘I flirt with everyone’?”
Your eye twitches “Shut up.”
He smirks.
Oh, he’s enjoying this.
And it’s pissing you off.
You stomp closer, standing right in front of him, hands clenched at your sides. You don’t even know why you ran after him. You don’t even know what you’re going to say.
All you know is that you’re flustered, frustrated, and maybe you like him more than you were ever willing to admit.
Mitsuya watches you, amusement flickering in his eyes “So?” he asks, tilting his head “Something you wanna say?”
Your heart is racing.
Your brain is a complete mess.
But your pride is still kicking and refusing to back down.
So, instead of saying something remotely sane or rational, you blurt out “You cheated!”
Mitsuya blinks “What?”
“That wasn’t fair!” you exclaim, pointing an accusing finger at him “You knew I was messing with you, and then you just—just flipped it on me!”
His smirk widens “You sound mad.”
“I am mad!” you huff “You...You can’t just say you like me and then pull that stupid smooth move and...and make me malfunction!”
Mitsuya just crosses his arms, watching you ramble “Huh. Sounds like you’re flustered.”
You scoff “Me? Flustered? Ha! Please. I’m just—I’m just calling out your dirty tactics!”
He steps closer.
Too close.
You stop breathing.
Mitsuya looks down at you, eyes glinting with something dangerous.
Oh no.
Not this again.
“You sure about that?” he murmurs.
You hate how your breath catches.
You hate how your face gets hotter.
But most of all, you hate how badly you want to close the distance between you two.
And maybe Mitsuya sees it too.
Because instead of teasing you more, instead of pressing further, he suddenly sighs and shakes his head “You’re impossible.”
Your heart sinks a little at that.
But before you can even react, before you can even think of something to say Mitsuya lifts a hand and flicks your forehead.
“OW—”
He smirks “That’s for running after me like a dramatic little idiot.”
You glare at him, rubbing your forehead “Excuse me for wanting to have the last word!”
Mitsuya chuckles “You never do get the last word with me.”
You narrow your eyes at him “Oh, you wish.”
But before the teasing can continue, a comfortable silence settles between you two. The streetlights cast a soft glow around you, the night air cool against your skin.
And suddenly, neither of you are talking.
Suddenly, you’re just… standing there.
You glance at Mitsuya, expecting to see his usual smug expression, but he’s not smirking anymore. He’s just looking at you, his face unreadable, his usual confident aura a little more… unsure.
He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck “You really don’t know, do you?”
You blink “Know what?”
Mitsuya exhales through his nose, then mutters, almost to himself, “God, you really are stubborn.”
“Excuse me—”
And then, Mitsuya takes your hand.
Not roughly. Not playfully.
Just softly. Firmly.
Your breath catches.
Mitsuya looks down at your joined hands, his thumb brushing against your knuckles “You really think I hate you?”
Your mouth opens but no words come out.
Because, oh.
Oh.
This… This isn’t a game anymore.
Your heart is pounding. Your mind is spinning.
And all you can do is stand there, completely lost in the way Mitsuya is holding your hand like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
“You’re an idiot,” he says, but his voice is gentle “I never hated you.”
You swallow thickly “I—”
Mitsuya sighs again, this time almost affectionately.
And then he laces his fingers with yours.
And you swear the world stops spinning.
You stare at your intertwined fingers.
Your brain has completely shut down.
Mitsuya... calm, cool, composed Mitsuya, is holding your hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like this isn’t something that is completely rewriting everything you thought you knew about him. About yourself.
Your mouth opens, then closes. Then opens again. But no words come out because, for the first time in your entire life, you don’t have a comeback.
Mitsuya watches you, eyes glinting with something unreadable. His usual teasing smirk is gone.
This isn’t a joke anymore.
This isn’t a game.
This is real.
And it’s terrifying.
Finally, finally, Mitsuya sighs, giving your hand a light squeeze “You don’t have to say anything, you know.”
You blink “I—”
“I know,” he says, softer this time “You don’t have to say it. I already know.”
Your breath catches.
Because that’s the thing, isn’t it?
Even before all the flirting, even before the teasing, even before the war, Mitsuya has always known you better than anyone else.
And now, he’s looking at you with that same understanding, like he knows exactly what’s running through your head right now.
Like he knows you’re scared.
Like he knows you’ve spent so long convincing yourself this was just a joke, just a game, just another thing to mess with him about—because admitting it was real meant admitting that you’ve already lost.
That you’ve always lost.
Because the truth?
You were never really fighting him.
You were fighting yourself.
Mitsuya smiles faintly, tilting his head “So?” he murmurs “Are you done running yet?”
You suck in a sharp breath.
And then you do something completely reckless.
You step forward, drop his hand, grab his face and kiss him.
Mitsuya freezes for half a second before he melts into it, his hands instantly finding your waist, pulling you closer like he’s been waiting for this.
The kiss is soft. Slow.
But at the same time it’s everything.
Everything you’ve been avoiding. Everything you’ve been too afraid to say. Everything you’ve been pretending wasn’t there.
It’s Mitsuya.
And that’s the scariest part of all.
When you finally pull away, Mitsuya is looking at you like you’ve just completely ruined him.
His breath is uneven. His grip on your waist is still firm, like he’s making sure you’re real.
And then he grins.
Smug. Triumphant.
“Wow,” he breathes, amused “So you do like me.”
You groan, dropping your forehead onto his shoulder “You’re the worst.”
He laughs, wrapping his arms around you, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head “And you’re mine now”
Your heart stumbles.
You should fight him on that. You should.
But…
You don’t.
Because maybe you don’t mind losing after all.
You knew.
You knew walking into Toman’s usual meeting spot today was going to be a nightmare.
You considered not showing up. Just… disappearing from society. Moving to another country. Changing your name. Starting a new life.
But unfortunately, Mitsuya had dragged you here.
Literally.
“You can’t avoid them forever.” he had said this morning, looking way too smug for someone who also has to deal with the consequences of last night.
Now, as you step inside, every single pair of eyes snaps to you and Mitsuya, and...
Yeah. You should have faked an illness.
Because the entire gang loses their minds.
“OH MY GOD, IT HAPPENED.” Hina shrieks, nearly shaking Emma to death.
Emma, in turn, is crying “I—I knew it! I knew it! My ship—my beautiful ship—has sailed!”
Chifuyu stands up so fast his chair scrapes against the floor “WAIT. WAIT. WHEN? HOW?!”
Baji, of course, skips all rational responses and goes straight to chaos “HEY, WHO CONFESSED FIRST?!”
Mikey, still sitting in his usual lazy position, just grins “Didn’t even have to bet on it. Saw it coming from a mile away.”
Draken leans against the wall, shaking his head with a chuckle “Well, damn. Took you long enough.”
You groan, covering your face “Oh my god. I hate all of you.”
Mitsuya, the traitor, just slides his hands into his pockets, completely unfazed “See? Told you they wouldn’t shut up about it.”
You whip your head toward him “You knew this would happen, and you still dragged me here?!”
He grins, so damn smug “Of course.”
Baji slams his hand on the table “WAIT, WAIT, WAIT—SO WHO WON THE FLIRT WAR?”
Chifuyu immediately turns to you, eyes blazing with betrayal “It was him, wasn’t it?! You lost, didn’t you?!”
You refuse to answer.
Which is answer enough.
“OH MY GOD,” Baji howls with laughter “SHE LOST!”
Chifuyu grabs his head, devastated “I had so much faith in you!”
Emma sniffles dramatically “She lost the battle, but she won love.”
Hina nods, serious “It’s the best kind of loss.”
Takemichi just hums in satisfaction “Balance has been restored to the universe.”
Meanwhile, you are this close to throwing yourself out.
“I hate all of you.” you repeat.
Mitsuya leans down, voice way too smug “You love me, though.”
Your entire body malfunctions.
And everyone loses it again.
Baji actually falls off his chair.
Chifuyu looks personally attacked “Oh, this is painful.”
Draken claps Mitsuya on the back, laughing “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
And Mitsuya just smiles, absolutely thriving in your suffering.
Yeah.
Yeah, you’re never living this down.
But then, Mitsuya takes your hand, gives it a light squeeze and okay.
Maybe it’s not so bad.
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𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙅𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 (𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙣)
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: mentions of snakes
Note: this is so messy and is literally me just rambling, but my head was just filled with Jason Todd and I needed to get it out. So I apologize in advance to spelling errors and jumping from one topic to another
Dividers by: @cafekitsune & @saradika / @saradika-graphics
I feel like Jason has a habit of kinda softly flicking his nose when he laughs. Not a full on laugh, but kinda when he scoffs or huffs out a dry laugh (?)
Like he’ll hear someone say something stupid, or hear a mildly funny joke and he’ll huff out a laugh as he smirks and tries to cover it up with his hand, flicking his nose a bit
Adding to the laugh bit, Jason’s actual laugh is loud and insane. Like the type of laugh to pierce your ears, it’s so crazy he sounds like a hyena. And it’ll come out of nowhere too. He’ll be on his phone scrolling mindlessly and you’re sitting next to him minding your own business, doing your thing. then here comes Jason “Siren” Todd laughing at a dumb video he found and startling you.
He definitely snores and he snores like a dad, I’m so sorry yall
Jason doesn’t really care much for dressing himself up that much (not that he doesn’t try because he does), but I feel like he collects leather and bomber jackets sometimes. (he’ll even add little patches on them too)
He takes night walks to clear his head whenever he gets overwhelmed. He just throws on his headphones and goes, no destination or nothing.
I feel like he really likes taking night walks during autumn. Not too hot not too cold, but just cold enough to wear his favorite jackets.
Definitely has broken headphones/earphones
The screen on his phone is definitely cracked from all that fighting and jumping off of buildings. Like it genuinely is a hazard how cracked his screen is.
Jason strikes me as a person to keep his apartment moderately clean. Like he may have old bottles and scattered clothes around the house but not to the point where you can’t walk around and it stinks, you know what I mean?
I feel like since everything else in his life is messy he would want control over some part of it, and that would be his apartment, his space. It’s not perfect, but it’s his and it’s clean enough for him.
One night, when Jason was out on patrol, a little kid waved him down to talk to him. And being the kind hero that he is, he jumped down from the roof top and talked to the kid.
It was kinda obvious the kid was nervous, so he bent down to the kids level and spoke just a little bit softer to not be as intimidating.
As they talked for a bit, the kid told Jason to stay put and went somewhere to grab something. A few minutes later, Jason could hear many small footsteps and giggling coming around the corner, then he saw a group of kids from a nearby orphanage come running towards him, all beaming and in awe at Jason.
Jason had never received so many handmade gifts and hugs in his entire life.
Hangs out in public libraries a lot, reading any book that peaks his interest. You can usually find him in a kind of secluded part of the library, a little corner that no one really goes to but not too far away from people either.
I feel like Jason isn’t that bad of a cook. Like when he was younger, maybe Alfred taught him some recipes (maybe even taught him how to make his favorite dish) and he just learned from there. He still messes up from time to time, but he genuinely finds enjoyment in the art of cooking. Makes him feel more normal.
I’ve seen some people say that Jason is a dog or cat person, which I agree with. But may I present you with this…
Jason and snakes!
I feel like he really likes snakes idk why but he strikes me as a reptile kinda guy. He just thinks they’re cool and that snake names sound cool.
When Damian goes to art museums, Jason might tag along just because he doesn’t have anything to do that day. He does have to get through Damian being…Damian, but it beats being stuck in his small apartment all day. And plus the art work is nice to look at. (Damian won’t admit it but he appreciates the company)
Jason is a very complex person, that lives a dangerous life and can be reckless at times. But he still tries to find moments of normality whenever he can and holds on tight to it.
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short n' sweet
Pairing: John Walker x short!reader
Word count: 850
Description: You leave quite an impression, short and sweet to be exact. John is obsessed. The way he can mandhandle you. Lift you up to reach things. Cage you under his body while his hand covers your entire face.
Tags/Warnings: no specific height mentioned but the whole thing is about being short, smut, size kink, John being down bad, dirty talk, praising.
Note: Someone asked me what I thought about John having a size kink with a short reader, so I just had to write a little something about this bc I'm 5'0 to be exact and I need a piece of that 6'2 man. Just a cute little something while I finish a longer angsty fic, enjoy 🫶🏼
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John Walker absolutely gets off on being big.
Because he IS big. He's tall, back is broad as hell, he's got that healthy I've-been-an-athlete-my-whole-life body, and don’t even get me started on those large hands.
John knows he's usually taller than most people he meets, with the few exceptions of someone like Alexei for example. He doesn’t really think about it much, because it's been like that his whole life.
Until he meets you.
The first time he really notices just how much he towers over you? How he could lift you up and put you anywhere like it's nothing?
Yeah, you bet he’s done for.
He’s standing behind you during a mission briefing, pretending to listen to Yelena talk tactics, when suddenly his focus shifts. To you in front of him. Or more accurately, below him. The fact that your head barely reaches his shoulders fucks something in his brain chemistry.
After that? he just sees you differently.
He notices everything. How you always have to get on your tiptoes to reach anything. How your legs dangle when you sit on the kitchen stool. How he had to literally lift you over his shoulder to help you climb a wall in a mission. His heart, and something else, didn't leave him alone the rest of the day.
Or that one time you tripped and he caught your hand before you fell, your palm swallowed by his. He looked down at that size difference and again … his body betrayed him.
And once he has you? Once you’re his?
He's down bad.
He’s suddenly placing things on higher shelves in your room, in the kitchen, anywhere. Just so you have to ask for his help. Or so he gets to wrap his arms around you from behind and lift you. Preferably the last one.
One time Yelena caught on and screamed at him because she couldn’t reach the cereal box and “not all of us have a bodyguard to get shit down for us, Walker!”
He doesn't care.
When he sees you siting on a stool, feet not touching the ground. He’ll lean down, tilt his head and go, “You comfy like that, sweetheart?” and then lift you off the stool to plop you on his lap instead. “There. That’s better.”
But he doesn’t mock you for your height. Never. He teases, yeah, smirks when you try to reach something on your own, maybe picks you up when you least expect it just to hear you yelp. But he would never make you feel small in a bad way.
Why would he complain when it makes him feel like he’s got a purpose? Like he’s built just for you?
When he can just manhandle you whenever he wants to?
You could be just minding your business, stretching on a mat at the tower’s gym and John just decided he needed to fuck you in that moment. He just towers over you, sweeps you up, legs dangling in front of his chest as he places you on his shoulder to carry you fireman style.
“John!!”
“Yeah?”
“Put me down.”
“I am, baby. Down on the bed.”
You don’t protest any longer. You know it’s useless. And maybe you just want him to fuck you in that moment too.
And once he’s got you in bed, all laid out in front of him, that’s when it hits him. Really hits him.
How much of a smaller frame you have against his.
Like you’re small not just in the casual sense. In the fuck-it’s-making-me-feral sense.
You blink up at him, dazed. “You okay?”
He just stares. Then swipes his thumb across your cheek, down your throat, resting it right above your collarbone like he’s measuring you.
“Yeah. I just… damn.” His voice drops lower, a little hoarse. “I’ll never get tired of how you look under me.”
He cages you in, braced on his forearms, letting his weight sink just enough to press you into the mattress. He’s not even inside you yet and you already feel like you can’t breathe, wrapped in warmth and muscle and the scent of him. In that unfairly broad chest, your hands flattening against it to keep you from completely losing it.
He glances down. “Look at that. Can barely see your hand on me.”
Then he grabs your wrist and holds it up to his own. Your palm being ridiculously swallowed by his.
He groans.
“Oh, I like this,” he says, and you feel the moment his restraint cracks, like it always does with you. “Fuck, I like this.”
It doesn’t take long until you’re naked, pleading to be absolutely wrecked by every part of him.
He’s obsessed with how your body looks under him. How your thighs spread wide to take him. How your hands can barely wrap around his arms, around his waist. How your mouth can barely take him.
“God, look at you baby. You sure you can take all of me?”
And sweet hell, you barely can.
He loves the way your body fights to take him. The stretch. The tremble. The way you gasp when he’s only halfway in. And he never rushes, he soaks it in. Watches your face contort with every inch, feels your nails claw at his shoulders, like he’s too much and not enough at the same time.
The way your hips twitch, the way your mouth parts when he bottoms out … it sends him.
“Hurts so good, huh? You always do so good for me, sweetheart.”
You blurt something out, breathless, shaky “so full… John” your head rolls back and he growls.
He lives for you being overwhelmed. He talks you through it in that low, his voice rough in awe. “Yeah that’s it, so full of me … you’re taking me so well, baby.”
His hand covers your entire face. Pressing you down onto the mattress, “So damn little… barely gotta try to hold you down, huh?”
You go dumb on it, completely lost on his giant frame, on the strength he still held back, until all you can let out are those tiny, wrecked noises he lives for.
“Look at that,” he pants, pushing roughly. “You’re so full. You’re shaking, sweetheart. Think I’m too big?”
He begs to finish inside. Because you’re so small and soft and fucking perfect and he needs to feel it. “Let me, sweetheart. Let me fill you up, come on. Let me see how much your body can take.”
He fills you until it drips. He’s obsessed.
And after? He will straight up collapse on you, all sweaty and satisfied, while you’re still shaking from your high, caged under his entire body.
The cuddles hit different. You sleep on him, under him, around him. He wraps himself around you like a weighted blanket. “You okay under there?” he teases, knowing damn well you can’t move when he has his heavy arms around you.
Not that you complained anyways.
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Love at first bump
word count: 16.1k tags: sfw, college au, jock!jiseok (captain of the hockey team), dumb and dumber, jiseok man wtf, lighthearted, comedy kinda, everyone is tired of them, getting together, he's stupidly in love, she thinks he's a serial killer, love at first sight for jiseok, happy ending duh, fem reader, gunil and junhan are your best friends, seungmin + jungsu + jooyeon are in the hockey team with jiseok and they are holding on for dear life, jiseok is oblivious LIKE SO BAD AT TAKING A HINT PLS, Jungsu is stressed out plot: he’s the most popular dude because somehow he has the brains and time to be a top student, have hobbies and also BE CAPTAIN OF THE HOCKEY TEAM?? you are very suspicious and convinced no one is that perfect and think he’s a psycho (he kinda is)(in a good way); she bumps into him and his life changes forever

Kwak Jiseok. Where does one even begin to describe him? He…he is quite literally everything anyone could want. He's everything a man wants to be, he's everything girls want in a man and he's everything mothers want in their son.
Now, you're not the one saying this. It's everyone. You ask anyone on campus what they think about Jiseok and the only people that would have anything bad to say about him are jealous guys that lost a match against him, but other than that he didn't really have enemies. Everyone adored Jiseok.
It's not just because he was genuinely one of the most gorgeous people you've ever seen, but he was just so nice. Too nice sometimes. He would barely get angry or lose his cool and the only times he did was completely justified.
To be honest, you're convinced there's gotta be something terribly wrong with him because there's no way he is able to be a top student while also being skilled at every single sport he tries while also being an actual good person. There's gotta be /something/ that sucks about him.
Actually, there kinda is. Jiseok doesn't date. Ever. As to why, there's a number of rumors going around but none of them confirmed or denied by Jiseok. No one dared to ask him to his face and he refused to engage in stupid rumors so no one knew which one was the correct one.
Some people say he is too focused on studies, some others say that he had a really bad break up two years ago before getting into college and promised to never date again, having some bad commitment issues and some others think he's got some weird religious purity promise to himself where he'll only date the person he'll marry(which is the funniest one, because he is not even religious).
Even with all of these rumors, Jiseok was still smiling at everyone that started a conversation with him and was willing to help whomever needed it.
You hate it. You didn't hate Jiseok, but you are very wary of him because there's absolutely no way someone that looks like that, is that good at everything he does and treats others so nicely doesn't have something terribly wrong with them.
“He's probably secretly a serial killer or something.” You wince while glancing over the table at the other side of the cafeteria, where Jiseok is explaining something with wide eyes and big smile to his friends, making big gestures.
“Aren't you a bit dramatic?” Your friend asks with a small smile, tilting his head.
“Dramatic?? You know how serial killers are, What was that one? The dude that led girls closer to his car because he needed help?And brutally killed them??” You widen your eyes, pointing your fork at Gunil. “He was loved by so many people!”
“There's no way you just compared the captain of our Hockey team to Ted Bundy, that's too far even for you.” The older one blinks a few times, shaking his head. “You need to stop watching crime documentaries, they're eating your brain.”
You groan at your best friend and tilt your head back before looking back at him. “I didn't mean that he's like that! I'm just saying I think appearances can be deceiving!”
“I think you are deranged, that's what I think. I had to work on an assignment one time with him and he's genuinely a cool guy, he came super prepared and helped me with stuff I didn't understand.” He shrugs, eating.
“I'm gonna figure it out just you wait” You squint, munching determined.
Now, you were joking. You only saw Jiseok at the school's matches, sometimes at a cafeteria near the campus and during English class since it was the only shared class you two had given the fact that you were in different programs.
To be fair you've never really even seen him up close, you always just kind of ignored his existence because you had far more important things to be worried about.(and because you two were sat at opposite sides of the classroom in English).
You didn't like Jiseok. You also didn't hate Jiseok. You were probably the most neutral person when it came to Jiseok, and you really didn't give it any second thoughts ever. Sure, he was pretty but so were at least 50 other people at your university.
You never gave it much thought because you and Jiseok were simply in different circles and won't be in each other's lives. That's all.
That was, until one day you lost track of time while working on a project and were about to be late to class, so you grab your things in a hurry along with your coffee, rushing out of the shop.
“Shit shit shit-” You mutter to yourself, frantically putting the bag over your shoulder and looking at the time, when suddenly you feel yourself bump into someone, tripping over a cable.
“Woah-” You hear the voice say, as you your eyes are closed tightly, preparing yourself mentally to fall before you feel a pair of arms around you, catching you.
You blink your eyes open in surprise, breathing heavily, warm coffee covering your hoodie sleeve, and when your eyes travel on the other's body you see the coffee stain on his hoodie as well and you mentally slap yourself.
You were ready to apologize to whomever it was but when your eyes meet Jiseok's, your brain shuts down. He was unreal. You expected him to be angry that you stained his clothes or tell you to watch where you're going but instead���Jiseok smiles widely, and you might just kill yourself. You breathe out and stare at his curly blonde hair and big brown eyes but clear your throat when you see his smile slowly turn into a frown. “Are you oka-”
Suddenly, you're hyper aware that you're still holding onto his arm. “I-yeah!I have to go! Yes! Leaving! Bye!” You say in a hurry, rushing away, leaving a very confused Jiseok in the middle of the coffee shop.
“I'm in love.” He breathes out, looking at the door, making Jooyeon and Seungmin turn their heads to him.
“Oh no.” They both say in unison, slapping their foreheads.
Luckily, the coffee didn’t spill that much on you, you’re pretty sure Jiseok’s hoodie was the one to take most of the damage. You look at your stained hoodie as you type on your computer, when you suddenly catch yourself smiling at the flashback. You blink a few times and clear your throat, writing some more while biting the inside of your cheek to hold back your smile.
You can’t get a stupid crush on a boy just because he saved you from embarrassing yourself in the middle of the coffee shop, and because he’s really pretty…like the most beautiful person you have ever seen…and because he excels at absolutely everything(god you love skilled smart men-).NO. NO!!! Remember, he’s probably a serial killer, yes! Yes, that's it. You’re his next victim, don’t fall for it!! No man is that perfect!
“What happened to your hoodie?” Gunil frowns walking next to you, and you widen your eyes, holding your books closer to your chest.
“Was in a hurry because I was late to class so I tripped and bumped into someone…” You mumble, leaving out the part where that someone was Kwak Jiseok.
Lucky enough, Gunil doesn’t question it. That is, until he is sitting in math class two rows behind Jiseok, noticing the big coffee stain on his hoodie. “There’s no way…” The older whispers to himself, when he hears Jiseok explain that someone bumped into him at the coffee shop and he caught them.
“You spilled coffee on Jiseok??” Gunil asks with wide eyes, rushing to your side on the walk home once your classes are done.
“Wha-NO-I-Okay maybe! But it was a mistake!” You whine, throwing your head back then looking at the other. “Wait, how did you know-”
“I overheard Jiseok talk about it in math class. I thought you wanted to stay away from him.” Gunil raises an eyebrow amused, crossing his arms.
“I do! I was just in a hurry-wait he TALKS ABOUT IT?? Oh my god this is so embarrassing everyone is going to hate me thinking i did it on purpose…” You groan, a hand running over your face.
“I doubt people care enough.” Gunil reassures you with a smile.
Gunil was wrong. So so wrong. People did care. Somehow, you spilling coffee on Jiseok was the most entertaining thing that has happened to this campus in the past 20 years because by the next day, /everyone/ knew.
“Why does he look so happy…and why do you two look so terrified…” Jungsu asks when the other three sit on the bench, getting ready for hockey practice.
Jiseok was already wearing his skates, supporting himself with his hands on the bench, looking at the ceiling with a dreamy smile on his face, not aware of anything that was happening around him.
“You don’t wanna know…” Seungmin sighs tiredly, shaking his head while securing his skates.
Jungsu glances at Jiseok, asking him what happened, but when he doesn’t get an answer, he turns his head towards Jooyeon with a questioning look.
“A girl bumped into him at the coffee shop, he’s been like this for two whole days.” Jooyeon explains, waving a hand in front of Jiseok with no response to show just how bad the situation is.
“He got like this because of a girl bumping into him??” Jungsu frowns even more confused, to which Jiseok suddenly stands up, pointing a finger to the older.
“She’s not just a GIRL!” The blonde scoffs, sitting down again, hugging his hockey stick with a sigh. “She’s the love of my life…”
“Guys, he’s weirding me out what the fuck is he on?” Jungsu grimaces, moving further away from the jock.
“He’s been watching too many romance movies, he thinks the love of his life will appear when he least expects it and it will be super romantic and movie like so now, because the poor girl was in a hurry…he thinks it’s like destiny.” Seungmin chuckles, rolling his eyes.
“He never dated anyone before so maybe that’s got something to do with it too, you know? I think he is entering a crisis. I think this is like a psychotic episode.” Jooyeon nods, making Seungmin laugh.
“What?? Jiseok has never dated before??” Jungsu widens his eyes. “But-he’s got about three people hitting on him weekly?? I just thought he wasn’t into relationships??”
“No, he’s just stupid. He wouldn’t get a hint even if his life is on the line. Look.” Seungmin says, before calling out for Jiseok who was now stretching.
“Yo, Jiseok, a friend asked if you’d wanna go to the movies with her?”
“Oh my god, sure! She should tag along with me and Jooyeon, we are gonna see the new Spiderman movie tomorrow!” The blonde smiles widely, earning a giggle from his best friend and a very worried look from the older.
“There’s no way…” Jungsu parts his lips dumbfounded, laughing as he gets on the skating rink with the others. “Okay that explains him, but why do you two look so worried? It’s just a crush.”
“I doubt it, today I had to keep an eye out for him so he wouldn’t bump into trees while walking.” Jooyeon grumbles, going to his position.
“Competition season is approaching. Look at him.” Seungmin whispers to Jungsu, both looking in Jiseok’s direction who went to the wrong position, earning an annoyed yell from the coach. “Do you really think having him be an airhead right now is a good idea?” He finishes, before skating away.
You weren’t any better. Not as bad as Jiseok, but still not…fully there. You couldn’t stop thinking about him. It was weird. You two didn’t know each other and it’s not like you were in love with him but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t wish for the universe to /somehow/ bring you two closer.
“Why don’t you just go and apologize to him?” Gunil hums, after you admit you still felt sorry for the incident and running away.
“I can’t just go up to him after two days and be like hey sorry for being an absolute bitch the other day and not apologizing earlier, can i like pay for the hoodie or something?” You say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, getting some food off Gunil’s tray.
“And why is that…?” The older frowns.
“Because!...Don’t know…just seems weird…what if he thinks i’m a weirdo?” You complain. “What if he kills me??”
“Not again…” Your best friend shakes his head tiredly. “Wouldn’t he think you’re more of a weirdo if you just spilled coffee on him and then ran?? What if he thinks you’re some sort of stalker??” Gunil covers his mouth with wide eyes.
“Do they teach you manipulation tactics in America? Because you’re awfully good at this.” You scoff getting up from the table and walking towards the table where Jiseok was sitting with his friends.
Jiseok widens his eyes seeing you walk over to him, and starts slapping Jooyeon’s thigh quickly, making the other almost choke on his drink but you were too busy to see just how frantic the blonde was acting because all you could think of is how embarrassing this whole situation is.
“Hey…” You say in a small voice, awkwardly looking at the other guys at the table before looking at Jiseok.
The jock blinks a few times, before coughing once and tilting his head with a smile. “Hey! You’re-”
“Can we talk?” You interrupt, feeling embarrassed at the other, almost exposing you in front of everyone inside the cafeteria.
“I-uh-sure…What’s up?” The man asks cheerfully, not getting the hint when you purse your lips, eyes widening slightly. Or maybe he was trying to embarrass you on purpose. “I meant in private?” You clarify, earning knowing smiles and glares from the other guys, Jiseok’s brown eyes widening slightly, before letting out a small wince when Jooyeon pinches his thigh, nodding quickly and getting up, walking out with you out of the cafeteria as you feel everyone’s stares at the back of your heads.
You walk into the empty hallway with him, stopping when he does. Jiseok turns around and you now realize how broad his shoulders are. And how good he smells. He smells fresh, like a breeze of fresh air, your favorite type of cologne…no! Focus!
“So what’s up?” The taller asks, tilting his head. Oh he was so beautiful.
“I…I wanted to apologize. For the whole coffee thing…” You start, pursing your lips. “It was rude of me to run like that on you especially after you saved my ass from a really embarrassing fall…” You continue, earning a small giggle from the other, which makes you smile slightly in return too.
“Oh that’s it?” He smiles, laughing softly. “I was worried I thought I hurt you when I caught you and you came to ask me to pay for your medical bill-” He grins, making you giggle. GIGGLE. You don’t giggle!! At the sight of that, Jiseok’s cheeks heat up, blush spreading across them but it could very easily be the heat getting to him.
You shake your head, biting back a smile. “No, I’m fine, I’m really sorry. For spilling coffee on you…and for rushing away. I was late to one of my classes. I could pay for the hoodie cleaning-”
“Did you spill the coffee on me on purpose so now you feel so guilty?” He widens his eyes playfully, making you groan embarrassingly, covering your face. “Relax, it’s really fine.” He smiles. “But, if this is all, why didn’t you just say it back there?”
“Don’t know…didn’t wanna make a big deal of it…and people were kinda staring.” You cringe, earning a chuckle from the other. “And I thought it would maybe be embarrassing for you I don’t know, sorry if it’s weird.”
“You have a lot of anxiety in that body of yours, you know that?” He teases with a reassuring smile, and you scoff, crossing your arms. “I’m Jiseok, by the way.”
You blink at him, not expecting an introduction. You assumed he’d know everyone on campus knows his name. Humbleness was definitely an unexpected characteristic. You cleared your throat, introducing yourself too, and you two were now standing in the middle of the hallway, looking at each other quietly.
“So, you won’t secretly hold a grudge against me, right?” You squint, pointing at him just to make sure he won’t have a secret reason to kill you. If he’s a serial killer, the least you could do is be on his good side.
This time, the blonde laughs wholeheartedly. God even his laugh is perfect, this is starting to get annoying. You were still processing the laugh, when all of the sudden, the other reaches for your hair and messes with it. “You’re cute. It’s fine, really.” He laughs and you feel your cheeks heating up.
“So we’re on a hair messing basis already?” You ask playfully with a scoff, and for reason the next thing you know, you’re reaching for his hair to mess it up, earning another giggle from the man.
“I guess we are.” He grins, messy hair covering his eyes and cheeks rosy. Oh wow.
“We should get back before they think I killed you off or something…” You whisper, making the other nod shortly.
“Should I enter first to ease their worries?” He asks playfully with wide eyes and you nod quickly, making him let out another laugh.
You enter the cafeteria, and everyone’s heads turn towards you two. You see a few wide eyes and odd looks but don’t pay them any mind. You sat in front of Gunil, who was looking at you with raised eyebrows and a shocked expression.
“Do I want to know what happened-”
“Huh?Nothing happened, I just apologized and he said it’s fine. He’s pretty cool…for a serial killer.” You scoff, biting back a smile. Gunil points at your hair and you laugh, fixing it quickly with a dismissive hand. He doesn’t seem to believe you but you can’t be bothered enough to care. Not when you need to finish your food before lunch break ends.
Jiseok sits at his table and receives the same look from the others. Jungsu stares at his blushy cheeks and messy hair and blinks quickly, lips parted. “What the fuck happened back there?” He asks, but Jiseok simply smiles to himself, ducking his head down while looking down, quietly eating and leaving everyone in his team to share looks.
The rumors apparently started the day you and Jiseok bumped into each other at the cafeteria but they weren’t circling around to the extent of you two being aware of them yet. They weren’t even that serious until the lunch incident happened. It’s been a few days and although you two still didn’t exactly have any interactions other than a hi and a small smile when you saw each other at lunch, passed by the other on the hallways or had the same class, it was still more than you ever expected. You figured he’d simply stop acknowledging your existence after apologizing.
See??Too perfect. Serial killer.
Neither of you were aware of the rumors yet so when you got paired up together for an english assignment, you felt nervous but didn’t necessarily mind it. You put your laptop in your backpack, leaving the class when Jiseok rushes to you, catching up.
“Hey-when should we hang out for the assignment?” He asks, walking next to you, and you pretend you don't notice the way you feel when you have him next to you.
“Oh? I figured we’ll both just do our parts and then put it together-” You reply, surprised, not really liking the idea of being alone with Jiseok…for a number of reasons.
“Mm i like to be together when doing the project, i can focus better, and feedback is easier. I’m free tomorrow night.” He smiles, adjusting the backpack on his shoulder.
“Night?” You widen your eyes, suddenly getting nervous. Oh no…it’s happening.
The blonde nods mindlessly, before turning around to point at you, grinning. “See you at 8pm! Bye!!” He smiles before messing with your hair and leaving in a hurry.
You stop in your tracks in shock, trying to process everything. As soon as you do, you find Gunil at his usual spot on the grass and rush to him, sitting in front of him frantically.
“Do you love me???” You ask with wide eyes, trying to catch your breath. The older blinks weirded out, slowly putting the book he was reading down.
“Do you need money again because you still haven’t paid back my ten buck-”
“Jiseok wants to do the assignment together at NIGHT! Gunil, he’s trying to kill me please come with me and pretend you have to study too pleasepleasepleaseplease-” You beg, rubbing your hands together desperately.
“And third wheel? No way, you deal with him now, he’s your boyfriend.” You start complaining about how he’s a horrible friend until the word boyfriend gets highlighted in your brain. “MY WHAT?”
Your friend purses his lips, sighing. “You know what you are? Fake. I can’t believe you’re dating Kwak-Serial-Killer-Jiseok and you didn’t even tell me. I had to find out about it from Jihoo from MATH CLASS!”
“I’m WHAT??? WHY WASN’T I AWARE OF IT?” You widen your eyes, making Gunil roll his eyes, when you hear someone walk behind you.
“Wasn’t aware of what?” Hyeongjun asks with a frown, sitting next to Gunil. “Oh by the way I heard the news, that’s insane, I didn’t even know you two knew each other.”
You blink, widening your eyes even more. “YOU TOO, HYEONGJUN??? REALLY??” You cry, throwing your hands in the air.
“Wha-” The guitarist starts confused.
“I’m not dating him! I don’t even know the guy! We had a total of…THREE conversations! One of which wasn’t even a convo!” You whine, throwing yourself on the grass.
“Wait, are you serious…?” Gunil blinks, and you look at him desperately nodding quickly. “Holy shit- the whole school is talking about how you two are a thing-”
“How???”
“I think I heard it first that day you went out of the cafeteria during lunch break. People were saying you two left just to make out…” Hyeongjun says, thinking back to what he’s heard around.
“WE TALKED! THAT’S IT! Oh my god…he probably thinks i’m some weirdo that made up the rumors…” You groan. “Now he’s definitely gonna kill me if he’s a serial killer…i’m so young…too young to die…” You mumble to yourself dramatically, hoping a nuke hits you before you have to meet the other for the project.
“A serial killer-?” Junhan mumbles to himself, looking worriedly at Gunil. “Is she off her pills again?”
“Hyeongjun, the only pill I take is ibuprofen?!”
“You should take other kinds too…” The other casually replies before putting his headphones on and writing something on his notebook, leaving a very giddy Gunil and a very shocked you.
You consider killing yourself. That's gotta be better than the consequences of your own stupid actions.
Jiseok found out in a more annoying way about the whole relationship rumors. He was slacking at practice because of daydreaming, when suddenly the couch yelled at him. “Can you do your job as a captain, yes or no??”
“Yes, sir, I'm sorry I-” He starts apologetically, but gets cut off.
“I don't care about your personal life, but if getting a girlfriend is making you slack off before competition season I better see you crying because of a break up next day, understood??”
“I'm sorry, I don't have a gi-” The blonde frowns, trying to reason.
“UNDERSTOOD?” The coach asks again, making the other nod and get back into his position as the others look at him worriedly.
After the day was over you headed directly to the campus library, waiting for the other annoyedly. The only person that would get something out of starting these rumors is him. You can't believe you thought he was kinda okay !!!
The library was pretty much empty, and as soon as you see the blonde entering the door you widen your eyes, getting up when you see the determination in his eyes.
“You told people we're dating???” You both ask in unison, only to blink in surprise, parting your lips.
“Woah woah don’t put it on me!! Why would I do that??” You ask with wide eyes.
“You pulled me in the hallway!” He whispers yells back, and you close to pull on his stupidly perfect hair.
“You messed up my hair!!” You accuse, both of you sitting on your chairs. “People are so annoying, I swear to god…” You scoff, opening your book.
“Tell me about it, I’ve had to deal with it for the past two years…” Jiseok scoffs too, opening his laptop.
One thing you found out that you two have in common is that neither of you likes to waste time when it comes to getting work done. So, instead of wasting time on this stupid rumor that will probably die down in a week, you two get to work immediately.
“No, I think we should use the other site as a reference-” You shake your head, making Jiseok blink.
“But we already started using this site?” The blonde frowns and you shrug in response.
“It’s better to change the website now, before we quote more references only for them to be wrong.” You nod, and you are convinced you could see a hint of annoyance in the other’s eyes.
“But that’s my part-” He argues, and you turn your head to him unimpressed.
“Doesn’t mean it can’t be better.” You squint, getting your face closer to him.
He takes a sharp inhale, before squinting back. “Which one of us has a 4.0 gpa?”
“I know I have it, what do you have?” You grin proudly, the other let out an impressed laugh, throwing his hands up in defense. You catch yourself giggling, so you clear your throat before going back to writing, only to see Jiseok get his face closer to yours while trying to reach over to the other side of the table, to grab one of the discarded books.
You part your lips slightly, looking at him when he turns his head, face dangerously close to yours. “I needed the book…” He explains in a whisper, face still close to yours.
You know Jiseok is overall a nice person but you really can’t tell if he’s just flirting. He couldn’t be flirting…he doesn’t date. But it’s kinda hard to believe he’s not when he stretches tiredly and rests his head on your shoulder for a quick break, or when he offers you some of his snacks or when you catch him looking at you for a while.
After a while, you decide to take a small break so you put your earphones in, turning on some music. Embarrassingly enough, the earphones weren’t connected to the phone so the song started blasting in the library, making the librarian and other three people turn their heads to you and you duck your head apologizing with a grim look on your face, mentally hitting your head against a wall.
You feel a pair of eyes on you, and when you turn your head you see a very excited Jiseok, grinning with wide eyes. “I love that band!”
“You do?” You frown with a small chuckle. “I never really took you as the type to listen to this type of music.” You tease but offer him one of your earphones, which he gladly takes. Jiseok bobs his head happily to the song playing, making you let out a small chuckle, smiling while shaking your head. “Focus!!”
“I’m focusing, this is me focused!!” He smiles, writing at full speed while mouthing the lyrics, and you wish you’d take a video of him right now because he looks insane.
Spending time with Jiseok was way more fun than you thought it would be. That is, if you ignored the way he’d sometimes turn to you mouthing some very questionable romantic lyrics. No. Don’t be stupid, he’s overly nice! He’s too nice! Why’s he so nice??
The assignment gets done in three hours and when you look outside, you see that it’s raining heavily. You check for your umbrella in your backpack only to realize you don’t have it with you. You close your eyes tightly, tired of the universe messing with you, sitting in front of the door with Jiseok.
“You know, I actually had fun. Doing assignments in groups is usually boring.” He says, taking the umbrella out of his backpack. “We should hang out sometime…” The blonde says, with a hint of nervousness in his voice. You widen your eyes. Oh no. He’s after you. This was all a scheme. “Oh, you don’t have your umbrella? I could walk you home if you want to, it’s kinda dangerous to walk alone at night especially with this rain.”
Run! Run! Leave right now! “OH YOU KNOW WHAT? DON’T WORRY I HAVE A FRIEND THAT LIVES NEARBY, BYE, GOOD WORK!” You scream over the rain, running away in the pouring rain, leaving a very confused Jiseok behind once again. You run to Gunil’s flat while him and his girlfriend look at you very amused, laughing at your stupidity.
Gunil has been dating her for three years now and since he was pretty much an older brother to you, she came to care about you a lot too, which is why she is now preparing you a cup of hot tea while you wrap a blanket about you, whining about how you almost got killed.
Jiseok, on the other hand, walks into his shared dorm, looking more pissed off than ever, earning a raised eyebrow from Jooyeon, who was sitting on the couch playing some video games with Seungmin and Jungsu.
“Woah you look like ass.” Jooyeon laughs, dodging the wet hoodie that his best friend throws at him annoyedly.
“So how did it go, did you conquer the love of your life?” Jungsu teases, and Jiseok thinks about choking him to death.
“I JUST DON’T GET IT! I DID EVERYTHING THERE WAS TO DO AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED? SHE RAN AWAY!” Jiseok complains, laying on the floor face down, while the others laugh at him.
“What exactly did you do?” Seungmin asks, pausing the game.
“Okay so I…first of all rested my head on her shoulder and then I gave her my snacks and then AND THEN- I was like oh we should hang out sometime and offered to walk with her home and she just RAN!” He whines, grabbing a pillow from the couch and hitting himself with it.
“So you’re mad that she didn’t understand your subtle hints huh…” Seungmin snickers, the others trying their best not to laugh.
“Oh how the tables have turned…” Jooyeon sighs amused. “So is it done? Are we back on track? Are you done with the lovesick puppy act?”
“Yes. I dislike her. So much. I don’t even wanna see her face anymore. I don’t get it ! Everyone loves me! WHY DOESN’T SHE LOVE ME??” He asks desperately, choking the pillow with a whine.
“Maybe she felt the psycho vibes.” Jungsu says weirded out, instantly getting up and running out of the apartment when he sees the blonde’s murderous intent in his eyes.
Jiseok, besides being terrifyingly perfect, was also a liar. He was /not/ over you. In fact, if anything, you running away from him only made him more determined to remind you that everyone likes him and you should too. At least, that was the plan. Until he saw you hug Hyeongjun excitedly in the hallway after he announced he got into a local band he really liked.
“Why is she hugging him.” The jock scoffs, walking down the hallway.
“Aren’t they friends?” Jungsu frowns, glancing at you two smiling and talking.
“Well they should be less friends.” He mumbles annoyedly, walking past you and giving you a dirty look.
Okay, maybe you deserved that. After all, you did run out on him for the second time. But it’s not like he’d take it personally, right? Wrong. Because, for whatever reason, Jiseok was now a complete asshole to you. He’d barely glance at you, rolling his eyes when you try to wave at him in the hallways, leaving you very confused.
Great, now you’re on the bad side of the serial killer.
You believed you were being dramatic but your suspicions got proven to be right when you found an empty seat next to Jiseok in english class and tried to sit next to him to try to apologize or something, but before you could take your seat, Jiseok placed his backpack on the seat, forcing you to take the one next to the backpack instead.
Oh. You didn’t like that. It felt strangely shitty to have Jiseok be cold to you, which is stupid because you barely talked and hung out a total of…one time. You purse your lips and quietly take notes, making sure you gather your things quickly enough to walk next to Jiseok once the class is finished.
“Hey uh-” You start, not getting any reply from the other. “I don’t know if it was too sudden of me to leave, but I was worried the rain would get worse and-”
“It’s whatever. I don’t know you anyways. You don’t owe me any explanations.” He cuts off, making you look at him, taken aback at the sudden cold tone.
“I just don’t want you to think I don’t like you or anything-” You try again, but he rolls his eyes, getting in front of you.
“Look, we had a total of four conversations, I don’t expect anything from you. Now, if you excuse me, I have things to do.” He finishes with a serious expression, walking off.
You gulp, pretending not to feel hurt at the sudden change of attitude. Maybe Jiseok wasn’t as nice and loving as everyone thought he was. You weren’t even sure why he got like this, all you did was talk a few times. Wait, why even would you care about what he thinks of you? You two spent two years without being in each other’s lives, why should things suddenly change? Actually, you know what?? He is an asshole. Acting all cold and whatnot just because you didn’t let him walk you home?? That’s such a weird thing to be mad about.
You scoff and go on about your day, choosing to eat outside instead of the cafeteria. The rumors about you two were still going strong too, which didn’t make things any better. Now, the rumor was that you two were secretly dating but got into a huge fight. It’s been two weeks since the rumors started and you really couldn’t be bothered to care anymore.
A few days consisted of you trying to convince people you two weren’t dating but no one believed you. It was truly worthless to even try after the fifth time. Maybe that’s why he became so distant. Maybe he simply thinks you’re too unattractive and is annoyed that people think he’s dating you. Or maybe he still thinks you’re responsible for the rumors. Whatever. It’s not like it matters.
“You what??” Jungsu asks with wide eyes, munching on his food later that night. “Are you stupid??”
“What am I supposed to do??? She doesn’t even like me and she’s all over her friend and she keeps running away from me!” Jiseok cries out, drinking some more Soju.
“Definitely not be an asshole, what the fuck? You called her the love of your life two weeks ago and now you’re rolling your eyes at her?? Are you stupid??” Jungsu groans, drinking some more.
Jiseok looks at the older teary eyed, pouting with rosy cheeks from the alcohol. “She’s so pretty…and smart…you know thanks to her suggestion on the assignment we got a 100?She probably has a crush on that guitarist…” He complains, sadly hugging his bottle. “Why can’t she love me…”
“How do you want her to love you if you treat her badly?” The other deadpans, drinking some of his alcohol. “Maybe she ran away because you came off as too strong. I don't know, you have crazy eyes when it comes to her. Girls like it when men are more laid back, you know, be cool.”
“I’m cool! I’m the captain of the hockey team, I have perfect grades, I know how to make good instant ramen…I’m so cool, Kim Jungsu…” The blonde pouts, eating sadly. “And I TRIED to be cool and distant and she didn’t even try to kiss me!”
“Jesus Christ your stupidity is truly…woah…” Jungsu shakes his head. “Why don’t you just ask her out if you like her this much? We have a game soon and you are barely able to hit the puck without messing up. Coach isn’t happy, and neither are the other guys…”
“I can’t just ask her out, we don't know each other!” The younger whines, asking for another bottle of Soju.
“Then get to know her! You said you two like the same band right? Take her to a concert! Something! Please, just-stop being stupid!” Jungsu whines back, eating some more. “You’re making this way more complicated than it has to be.”
“Love is so hard…” Jiseok sobs, wiping his tears. “ Why can’t she just grab my face and kiss me and say she wants to marry me…”
“MARRIAGE.” Jungsu yelps, shaking his head quickly. “Yeah no, she definitely picked up on the psycho vibes.” At that, Jiseok throws some lettuce at his friend, before resting his head on the table.
“We might need to search for a new captain…” Jungsu mumbles to himself, grabbing his jacket. “C’mon we have classes tomorrow.”
“Mm no! Let me DIE! DIE OF HEARTBREAK!” Jiseok cries out dramatically, making a few heads turn to look at their table, earning an apologetic bow from the older.
“You exchanged numbers for the project right? Why don’t you just text her??”
“YOU’RE SO SMART!” Jiseok gasps, grabbing his phone while clinging onto Jungsu and calling you.
“What are you- I DIDN’T MEAN NOW YOU PSYCHO IT’S 10PM!-” Jungsu screams, trying to reach for the phone while they walk on the street, but to their surprise you pick up.
‘Hello?’ You pick up the phone confused, hoping you didn’t answer the phone too quickly.
‘You! You are so mean! Why don’t you lo-mph!’ Jiseok’s voice starts on the other end, before getting interrupted by another man’s voice. ‘So sorry, wrong number!’ Is all you hear before the phone cuts off.
You stare at the screen in disbelief trying to process what just happened. Was he drunk? No, he couldn’t be, why would he call you while drunk…Unless he- no, why would he be mad? It’s his fault after all. He probably meant to call his ex or something, classic drunk behavior, yes. You hold back a smile at the thought of Jiseok calling you while drunk on purpose. You think about it for a minute or two. Or an hour.
Next day you pass by Jiseok in the hallway and have to hold back a giggle when you see his embarrassed expression and wide eyes when they meet yours. You duck your head down, earning a very confused look from Hyeongjun and Gunil.
“I’m going to kill myself. She definitely knows.” Jiseok complains on the way to lunch.
“I tried to stop you!” Jungsu defends himself, before the younger throws a nugget at him. “You know, have you considered that maybe the reason you’re not making any progress is that you’re OVERCOMPLICATING EVERYTHING? You don’t even know her favorite drink but you’re stressing about her liking you and crying about how she will never be yours. Maybe she’d like you if she saw you actually wanna get to know her! This is really not as fucking hard as you make it seem! Just start being around her!”
“Woah…that’s that old man wisdom…” Jooyeon nods, grunting when the older man smacks his head.
Jiseok purses his lips and reflects on it. He doesn’t like to admit he’s wrong but maybe his friends are right. Just because it was love at first sight for /him/ it doesn’t mean it has to be for you. You know what they say, one falls first but the other falls harder.
The day went by pretty boringly. So did the next day. You and Jiseok barely exchanged a few looks in the hallways but that was about it. It’s not like you were constantly thinking about him. Just sometimes. A lot of times. The rumors died down by now, at least you haven’t heard anything lately. You guess Jiseok probably made sure to make it very clear that nothing happened nor will ever happen between you two.
“I thought you thought he was probably a serial killer cuz he’s too perfect but now you’re pouting because you haven’t talked to him since the project…” Hyeongjun notes at lunch the next day.
“Well I still think he is! I just- I don’t like him. He’s confusing. He’s super sweet a week and offers to walk me home and then he doesn't even want me to be around him in class! What am I supposed to think of it?” You cry out, sighing tired.
“I don’t think you should stress this much…guys are usually pretty direct. If he doesn’t wanna be around you maybe that’s just all there is…did anything happen that night at the library?”
“No, he just offered to walk me home after asking to- OHMYGOD he asked me to hang out and I completely ignored him by mistake-”
“What do you mean ignore-” Hyeongjun frowns, tilting his head slightly.
“I ran away.” You say, staring into the distance as everything starts making sense. “I just didn’t want him to walk me home, I didn't mean to ignore him!” You whine, covering your face with your hands.
“But it’s not like it matters right? Why would you wanna hang out with a serial killer?” Gunil smirks knowingly, sitting next to you, unimpressed at your threatening finger pointing now at him.
“Not. A word. It’s not that. No. Shut up.” You squint, refusing to acknowledge your feelings.
“To be fair, he’s been the only thing you have talked about ever since the cafeteria incident…” Hyeongjun notes, earning a proud smile from Gunil and a very defeated whine from you.
“Whatever. It’s not like it matters. Everyone has a crush on him.”
There was no point in even trying to hide this from your friends, after all, they knew you better than you knew yourself and you’re pretty sure they’ve been aware that you’ve been having feelings for Jiseok for longer than you even knew. It feels stupid to even say it. You’re eating your brain out while he’s probably making out with some hot girl in his degree right now.
You were terribly wrong. Jiseok was currently using his free time to practice because his head was everywhere but the game.
In the middle of your last class Gunil mentioned sour worm snacks and now that was the only thing you could think about. So, as soon as the class ended, you headed straight to the vending machine, only to be greeted with an “OUT OF ORDER” flyer taped to it. You sigh with your eyes closed, biting on your cheek and considering giving up on the snacks but you really couldn’t get your mind off it so you did the next best thing. Go towards the Hockey rink. There was a vending machine in that building and since you knew there was no practice happening, you allowed yourself to sneak inside for your snack.
You walk to the vending machine, letting out a small excited noise when you see a single bag of gummies in the middle row. You put the money in and excitedly wait for the bag to fall, only to have it get stuck. “You’ve got to be fucking with me…” You groan, trying to shake the vending machine to no avail.
That’s when you hear a noise coming from the rink, and you assume it’s the janitor so you walk inside, hoping he could open the wedding machine for you. Except, there was no janitor. It was Jiseok, in full Hockey attire, skating and hitting the puck, groaning when he would miss.
Woah. He looks…woah. You blink a few times, lips parted as you look at the blonde’s concentrated look on the puck. You didn’t mean to stare, you really didn’t. But in your defense, he looked really good in his element. You were being completely silent, until you get the uncontrollable urge to sneeze and the more you tried to hold it in the worse it got so eventually, you broke.
The noise makes Jiseok turn his head around quickly, taken aback when he sees you standing there. You smile awkwardly, waving shortly, making the other let out a chuckle as he gets out of the rink, taking his helmet off, showing his messy hair. Woah.
“What are you doing here?” The man frowns confused, trying to fix his hair.
“The vending machine I usually use is out of order…this one isn’t any better though, it ate my money.” You scrunch your nose, earning a small laugh from the older.
“Middle row?” He asks, earning a surprised nod from you. Jiseok smiles slightly, changing his skates into comfortable shoes, before walking towards the vending machine, you following him close behind.
“You’d think they could afford buying new vending machines with all the money we pay…” Jiseok tsks, buying himself a bottle of water from the top row right above your snacks, making them fall once his water brushes against them. “There.” He smiles, giving you the bag.
You smile slightly, thanking him quietly. “Wait, what are you doing here? I thought you didn't have practice today?”
“You know my schedule?” He smirks playfully, making you roll your eyes with a small laugh.
“Me and every other person on campus.” That makes Jiseok give you a small nod while saying ‘touche’, grinning. You look at him for a few moments, before you finally say: “Hey I’m uhm, I'm sorry.” The blonde’s smile slowly drops, replaced by a confused expression. “I know it might seem like I'm lying but I really didn't realize I never answered your question.”
“My question?” Jiseok asks again, nervousness obvious in his voice.
“I do wanna hang out.” You admit, and you could swear the other’s eyes popped out of his eye sockets, breaking out into a huge grin.
“Do you usually take two weeks to give an answer?” He asks teasingly, unable to hide his smile.
“In my defense, you were kinda shitty to me after that night.” You squint, and the other holds his heart giving you a small hum.
“Sorry. I just have a lot of…stress.” He admits, going on when he sees your curious look, walking back to the rink. “I keep getting distracted during practice. Coach’s not happy. The game is approaching and their leader sucks ass, you know?”
“Aren’t you being a bit dramatic?” You chuckle, sitting on the bench next to Jiseok, offering him a gummy. “You’re the best player on campus, that’s why you’re captain, right?”
“Captains can change if they're underperforming.” He explains, chewing on the snack, turning his head to look at you. “No one’s place is secured on the team.” He finishes, and you have to try your best not to stare at the way sweat drops down his hair as he puts his skates back.
“Woah…you really are full of surprises…who would’ve thought that the cool hockey captain, sports prodigy, top student Kwak Jiseok is actually soooo lame.” You grin, but get up extending your hand to him when you see the hurt look on his face. “C’mon.”
“What are you doing?” The blonde frowns with a small chuckle, holding your hand and getting up.
“Maybe you need to watch someone worse than you to make you feel better.” You shrug, walking towards the rink.
“You don’t even have skates with you!” Jiseok notes, worried, rushing to your side, coughing a bit when you casually reply that he can just make sure you don’t fall.
You grab the hockey stick from his hands and look up at him determinately. “So, what do you need to do?” You smile, and Jiseok has a look you can’t exactly tell what it is. His eyes are sparkling but he also seems extremely worried.
Once he explains the exercise, you position yourself, almost falling, which results in Jiseok holding your waist for support, exhaling in relief. You tense up at the feeling of his hands on your waist, pretending your heart wasn’t beating ten times faster. You hit the puck, only for it to fly off to the far right, earning an amused laugh from the man behind you, who was still holding onto your waist.
You hold back a smile and hit the other pucks, completely missing them, making the blonde laugh wholeheartedly, looking down at you. “Woah you really, REALLY suck.” He grins, making you scoff playfully.
“Oh yeah if only there was a good player around to show me how it’s done…” You sigh dramatically, shaking your head as Jiseok rearranges the pucks, taking the helmet from his hand and putting it on your head, your eyes locking with his. “Are you so bad at it I need a helmet?” You try to tease, but your voice comes out shakier than intended.
“No, it’s because you are insane and not wearing skates. If you fall, at least you won’t die on my watch.” Jiseok says matter of factly with a small smile, patting your head twice before stretching and hitting the pucks, getting a perfect shot every single time. It takes about two minutes before you take the helmet off, getting annoyed at the feeling of it on your head.
You look at him amazed, lips slightly parted. You knew he was good but seeing him focused on his practice up close was completely different. You couldn’t stop staring and Jiseok didn’t seem to mind it, at least until he yells out at you to give feedback, making you snap out of your thoughts. “Oh? BOO! YOU COULD DO BETTER KWAK JISEOK!!” You yell back after timing his speed.
The jock parts his lips offended, letting out a small breath of annoyance, repeating the exercise. You shake your head disappointed letting him know the time he took before making him repeat it again. By the sixth time Jiseok was heavily breathing, looking at you with murderous intent, and next thing you know the man is skating to you at full speed, earning a surprised yelp from you as you try to run away.
“COME HERE! YOU’RE A LIAR! I WAS FASTER THAN THAT!” He screams, pointing at you. You widen your eyes, trying to run away, only for you to fall after a few seconds. Thankfully, Jiseok got to you on time and wrapped his arms around you but he lost balance and fell down with you on top of him. The blonde lets out a small grunt at the impact as you put your hand under his head to make sure he doesn’t hit it on the hard surface.
You both breathe heavily, the other holding onto your waist and looking up at you as your free hand is on his chest. You stay quiet for a few seconds and God knows what got into you because before you could stop yourself you’re slowly leaning your face closer to the jock’s, Jiseok’s eyes closing.
Run! What the fuck are you doing! He’s gonna think you’re a weirdo! Remember! Serial killer!
Your brain was screaming at you but it truly was as if your body had a mind of its own so now, your lips were touching Jiseok’s into a tentative kiss, hearing the other let out a shaky breath. He didn’t even get to properly kiss back because alarms were going off in your head making you pull away quickly with wide eyes, the other opening his eyes confused. You look over his face for a split second before trying to push yourself up, hands on his chest, ready to run away.
However, just as you’re about to get on your feet you feel yourself being pulled back down, hearing an annoyed “You should really stop being so difficult.” from Jiseok before he cups your jaw and kisses you slowly, hand pressing lightly on your lower back to make sure you can’t get up. You let out a surprised noise, kissing him back slowly after you process what’s happening.
Feeling you kissing back, Jiseok breaks out into a huge grin, wrapping both of his arms around your waist and hugging you close to him, making you let out a small giggle. You’re kissing Jiseok. You’re actually…woah he’s such a good kisser…
Your happiness didn’t last long though, because your hands were starting to sting thanks to the cold, so you tried to pull away from the kiss, only for Jiseok to pull you even closer. “Jiseok…” You whisper amused, trying to get up, the other not losing his grip around you, letting out a mindless hum. “I'm freezing.”
The blonde scoffs, looking at you playfully annoyed. You smile apologetically, kissing him two more times, before getting up, feeling the older lightly hold onto the hem of your shirt. “What are you doing??” You laugh, helping him get up after.
“Making sure you don't run away. Can never be too sure with you.” He replies, brushing ice off his clothes. You look at him shyly, quietly walking out of the ice rink, the other following close behind.
You're not really sure what you're supposed to do now so you say something about having to go home, grabbing your bag when Jiseok grabs your hand tiredly, pulling you close to him.
“What do you think you're doing?” Ah yes, see? Serial Killer.
“Going home?” You try, but the other shakes his head.
“Wrong.”
“Wrong?” You tilt your head, the blonde holding your jaw with a hand, nodding.
“Wrong. I'm taking you out for dinner.” He answers casually, and you widen your eyes.
“Suddenly?” You speak with squished cheeks.
“No, not suddenly. We have to talk and if I let you walk out of that door you’re going to be weird again and run away and maybe transfer schools or something.” The older says mimicking your wide eyes, chuckling when you squint at him. “You’re cute. Can you promise you won’t run away so I can take a five minute shower so I don’t stink when I take the girl I like out?” Your eyes widen even more and Jiseok simply pecks you once cutely making a ‘mwah’ sound.
You’re left standing in the middle of the room petrified, unable to move.. You try to speak up or call out for him because he just casually confessed like it was nothing but no words come out. Your hand flies up to your mouth and you touch your lips, blinking quickly while looking at the hallway door shocked, before you smile widely, putting your backpack over your shoulder after letting out a few excited squeals.
No. Composure. You need him to think you’re cool. He can’t think you’re some weirdo. You text the group chat you have with Gunil and Hyeongjun letting them know you are going out to grab dinner with the serial killer and when your phone blows up with notifications, both of them wanting explanations, you mute it for your own sanity.
“You ready?” Jiseok’s voice comes from behind you and when you turn around you see him dressed in gray sweatpants and a black oversized hoodie, having his team’s jacket on. You part your lips letting out a small breath, forgetting to pretend you’re not staring. The blonde seems to notice this because he gets closer, looking down at you with a small smirk, hands going to your waist, and you really wish you could react but it’s as if both your brain and your body are stuck. “I like this reaction better than running away.” The boy whispers, leaning down and kissing you slowly.
You make a surprised noise, playfully slapping his chest, pulling away. “They’re watching us!” You whisper yell panicking, pointing to the cameras.
“They were also watching us 15 minutes ago when you were on top of me.” He replies unimpressed. You widen your eyes more at the choice of words, and slap his arm while walking towards the exit, telling him it’s time to go, to which he jock chuckles with a small smile, shaking his head and running after you once he grabs his backpack and hockey stick.
You walk next to him quietly, still processing everything when suddenly Jiseok starts making small conversation about the good weather, smoothly interlocking his fingers with yours while looking around, smiling while talking and completely ignoring your taken aback expression.
“Where are you taking me?” You ask after a while. “Is this some plan to secretly take me to a secluded area so you could kill me and sell my organs to the black market?” You squint, earning a quick nod from the man before he laughs glancing at you.
“Are you calling me a Serial Killer right to my face after letting me kiss you? Twice?”
“It was three times…” You correct, pointing your finger to him after. “Plus, who says you couldn’t be one? You’re too nice. And are good at everything. And are smart and good-looking. I know there’s gotta be something fundamentally wrong with you and I’ll find out what exactly that is!”
“So you think I’m good lookinnggg!” He grins, pinching your cheek while walking.
“That’s all you got out of it??”
“That’s the only part I care about.” Jiseok shrugs, entering inside the korean barbeque restaurant. “I usually come here with the guys after a match, it’s so good and everything is so cheap.”
“Woah korean barbeque for a first date…what a man…” You say sarcastically, making the jock smile pleased.
“I never said it was a date.” He clarifies teasingly, sitting at the table with you standing in front of him. Seeing your puzzled expression, the man goes on. “You never said if you liked me so this is more of a hang out, testing the waters if you will.” He finishes, holding back a laugh at your outraged expression.
“Didn’t say I lik-are you serious??” You ask with eyes wide. “I showed you! Do I have to say it too?”
The blonde nods seriously, hand on his heart after ordering. “I am a sensitive man, and again, you can never be too sure with you. Remember how you ran out on me?? Two and a half times?? That’s two and a half more than normal and if you-mph!” He rants before you walk over to him and grab his face, kissing him passionately, one hand on his jaw as the other grabs on his hair.
“That enough of an answer?” You whisper, pulling away just enough to speak, looking down at him. The blonde looks at you with half lidded eyes and parted lips, blinking quickly and letting out a shaky breath.
“Do you wanna marry me?” He says amazed, no coherent thoughts behind his eyes, earning a laugh from you.
“You’re so much lamer than people make you out to be.” You say, letting go of him before sitting in front of him at the table. “I like you too by the way.” You say casually, grabbing some food and eating it while looking at the man in front of you entertained. Jiseok needed a few good minutes to come back from that kiss. Cute.
Getting to know Jiseok as a person was very…interesting. In the way that he was nothing like what you imagined him to be. He was cool and skilled and super hot, yes but he was also a talker. Such a talker. About anything and everything. Science, arts, philosophy, sports, any and every subject he could make a conversation of it.
He did a tornado with the Soju and somehow that developed into you talking about how some plants need to be soaked in water to survive and he talks about his plants at home that he simulates a tropical rain in the bathroom for them to grow well.
“I’m telling you! They can only be fooled if I do the whole charade! Last time I tried to simply pour water on them, half of them almost died on me.” He complains, shaking his head.
“Do you add sounds too? I think you should add sounds too.” You nod supportively, the other widening his eyes while chewing faster on the piece of meat he was currently eating, pulling out his phone swearing he found the best video for it before playing the loud rain sounds with thunder, making you laugh even harder. “Okay fine, you convinced me, I'll try that on my plants next time.”
The blonde smiles proudly, drinking, before squinting at you. “Now, on to the topic at hand.” He starts fake seriously. “Why did you run away from me? Multiple times. Did I do something?? Cuz I swear I’m not some weirdo-”
You purse your lips embarrassed, covering your face. “Do I really have to say it…” You mumble, but the other points a chopstick at you, using it as a microphone. You close your eyes saying in one breath how you genuinely thought he was some psycho because there’s no way someone is /that/ perfect and Jiseok looks at you dumbfounded.
“No way…THAT’S IT??” The blonde widens his eyes, unbelieving what he heard. He throws his head back with a scoff before chuckling, running his tongue inside his cheek. “Jesus fucking Christ…” He scoffs again with a chuckle, looking at you again. “You’re so…Do you /know/ the amount of excruciating pain i’ve been through these past few weeks??”
You frown, tilting your head. “What do you mean /you/?? /I/ was the one going through pain! You kept being nice and then you were an asshole an-”
“You ran! I thought you hated me! Didn’t like me at all! I have liked you since that day at the cafeteria!” He whines, and this time you look at him dumbfounded. “Why are you looking at me like that??Is that weird? Did I weird you out??”
“I've liked you since then too…” You admit in a small voice that Jiseok’s eyes almost pop out of his head. You look at each other for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter, not believing that this could all have been easily avoided if you two just didn’t act stupid.
Talking about Jiseok was easy. He was mature and the type of guy that really wears his heart on his sleeve so when he said he never actually had a girlfriend before, you choke on your drink, not believing him. “But-everyone hits on you! All the time! And you’re so…Jiseok literally every single person in that school has tried to hit on you, wait if that’s the case why not shut down rumors?”
The older shrugs, lips slightly pursed. “People don’t really care about the truth, they just care about the most interesting version, and me being some scared of compromise bad boy is way more interesting than the reality.”
“And what’s the reality?” You ask curiously.
“That I’ve got this one girl I’m absolutely batshit crazy about and that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about for the longest time and she better agree on dating me or else I will actually gauge my eyes out with my hockey stick.” He answers, smiling lazily when you laugh at the answer, shaking your head.
“See, you do give psycho vibes.” You tease, the other rolling his eyes happily. “But that still doesn’t add up. People /have/ been flirting with you.” You go on, and when Jiseok gives you a confused look you raise an eyebrow. “That one time after a match this one girl got close to you all giggling and touching your arm? That time last /week/ someone asked if you could teach them some hockey sometime as in /private lessons/? And that’s only some of the ones I’ve /Heard/ about. God knows how many people do it a day…”
“That’s considering FLIRTING? People were FLIRTING WITH ME?” The blonde asks as if his whole world got turned upside down. “How was I supposed to know?? See now the rumor about me being cold and not ready for relationships makes way more sense.” The jock groans understandingly.
“You can’t be serious…Oh my god you’re serious…” You laugh, covering your mouth, tears filling your eyes. “You’re just fucking oblivious and stupid…” You laugh more as the other whines. “So what I’m hearing is we wouldn’t be here if I didn’t literally grab your face and kiss you.”
“I didn’t say that! I had a plan…maybe.” He mumbles, finishing his food while you giggle at your crush. Your stupidly hot but very oblivious crush.
You two decide it’s time to go home since it was getting late and this time you let Jiseok walk you home, putting his jacket on you after five minutes of walking and when he asked if it was because you were cold, you simply shook your head while saying you just felt like it, and truly you have never seen a man happier in your life.
“Wait, I have a question.” Jiseok starts, stopping in front of you on the street, and you tilt your head at him with a hum, hands in the jacket. “Does this mean I can officially kiss you whenever I feel like it?” He asks and you hold back a smile, shaking your head. He blinks a few times, smile slowly disappearing, but before he could pull away you snicker, cupping his face and kissing him slowly, getting closer to him.
“You look cute when you pout.” You whisper, earning a tired groan from the taller as he wraps his arms around your waist, kissing you lovingly.
“You’re so mean…” Jiseok mumbles, hugging your waist while kissing you, pecking you multiple times.
Kissing Jiseok felt like fireworks. It was exciting and fun and it was even better than you could have ever imagined,especially when he hugs you closer to him, kissing you slower but more passionately.
“You’re suspiciously good at kissing, you know?” You whisper after pulling away, hands still caressing his jaw.
“I said I never dated before, not that I didn’t do everything else.” The blonde whispers back, blush spreading across your cheeks.
You decide it’s too much for you to handle right now so you simply pull away, walking next to a very amused Jieok. He hugs your arm while walking, and when you get in front of your building you turn to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Who would’ve thought you’re now with the serial killer at your front door.” He teases, but if Jiseok needs to learn one thing about you is the fact that you will /always/ have the last word.
So, you smile with a hum, pulling him closer to you before kissing him slowly, playing with his hair. You hear the older man let out a sigh when you rest your back against the wall while kissing him as his hands are now on your waist, and because you needed to prove a point, you kiss him just a little harder while pulling his bottom lip slightly, earning a small noise from him before pulling away.
Jiseok looks at you with the same blank stare from before, and you simply smile innocently, whispering. “Goodnight, Jiseok. See you tomorrow”, entering the building after as the other barely manages to let out a ‘goodnight’.
The next day, first thing in the morning you need to update your friends on everything as soon as you step foot on campus, hearing complaints about how you didn’t answer their texts and they thought you were dead. You were trying to be discreet about it, almost whispering when talking but it was kind of useless since you were currently wearing Jiseok’s captain jacket, earning stares from pretty much everyone.
It wasn’t like you planned on it, but after entering your house last night you realized you still had his jacket and it would've be too much work to carry it. That was the reason, totally not because you wanted everyone to know you’re together with him. Well, not really together but kinda?
“What do you mean kinda together? Am I supposed to call him your boyfriend or not?” Gunil scrunches his eyebrows in confusion, sitting in front of you at the cafeteria.
“We’re just hanging out for now…I don’t wanna jump head first into it. We’re gonna go to the arcade tomorrow but that’s pretty much it. The idea of dating after hanging out once feels…forced.” You answer casually, pretending you don’t notice people whispering about you.
“I think that’s good.” Hyeongjun nods. “And it’s not like it really matters, people already think you two broke up and now got back together so you should do whatever is comfortable to you, there’s no use trying to please them.”
Gunil hums as if convinced and you start eating, when suddenly you see the hockey team enter the cafeteria. You glance at them, Jiseok breaking into a huge grin when his eyes fall on you, giving you a quick wink before heading towards his table. You bite the inside of your cheek and ignore Hyeongjun’s remark about how your face is tomato shade after that interaction.
The hockey team had practice today and knowing that, you head towards the building, planning on giving Jiseok his jacket back. “Hey, uhm, is Jiseok here?” You ask one of the players, the other two turning their heads at you and giving each other a knowing smile.
“He forgot his charger in the library and went back to get it. I’m Jooyeon by the way.” The man smiles, and it clicks. Right, his best friend. You smile and introduce yourself and so do the other two boys. “Is everything okay?”
“Ah yeah, I just wanted to give his jacket back. I’ll just leave it here, then.” You smile, taking the jacket off you, when suddenly someone sprints to you, wrapping their hands around your torso from the back while picking you up and kissing your cheek harshly once, earning a surprised noise from you. “What the fu-Jiseok!” You whine, hand on your chest when he puts you down, catching your breath. “You scared the shit out of me!” You complain, hitting his arm, too embarrassed to look at the others.
He mocks you playfully, pecking you once. “Hi.” The blonde whispers happily, making your heart melt. “Why’re you here? Did you come to cheer for me?”
“You wish. I brought you back your jacket so you don’t think I'm a thief or something.” You correct with a mumble, the other enjoying how shy you suddenly got. “I have to go. Bye!” You blurt out, waving to everyone and walking to the door, almost hitting yourself on the door.
“Waiitt!” The blonde smiles, pulling on your hand to bring you closer to him. “I finish practice in two hours. That’s when you’re done with your classes too right?” You nod slowly, and the other smiles more. “Okay then wait for me at the entrance.” Is all he says, giving your hand a small squeeze.
“I can’t believe your stupid ass actually got a girlfriend.” Seungmin says impressed once you leave, but Jiseok groans.
“I wish. She’s not even my girlfriend. We’re just hanging out. Jungsu said I give off psycho vibes so I’m trying to take it slow.”
“No matter how slow you take it, you still give psycho vibes.” Jungsu grins, rushing to the rink with Jiseok following close behind.
“Bet 50 bucks he asks her to be his girlfriend in 3 days.” Jooyeon whispers to Seungmin, the other smirking.
“Bet 100 he already asked her to marry him.” Seungmin replies with a chuckle, both heading to the rink.
Now, it /is/ true that you didn’t want to rush into things, and you still don’t, but seeing girls still try to flirt with Jiseok daily was still annoying and the worst part of it was that since you two were not really a couple but also not strangers, shutting down rumors was impossible. That, combined with the fact that he was absolutely clueless when he was being flirted with, made it impossible for you not to lose your mind.
You and Jiseok started hanging out more and more, texting pretty much daily and having hour long conversations and at school. He somehow managed to be around you more than ever before. You’d walk together to classes, would sit next to each other during your one shared class, and at lunch, one day You, Gunil and Hyeongjun suddenly find yourselves sharing a table with Jiseok and his friends.
Kissing still happened, mostly quick pecks and only in front of yours or his friends. You assumed he wasn’t big on pda or that he wanted to keep things to a minimum until you two are official but the problem is you’re still not official. It’s been two weeks of hanging out, texting and being together but there was still no label on it.
It mostly bothered you because you /knew/ you liked each other, it was clear you two wanted to date but /nothing/ was happening. Maybe you’re impatient. Or maybe, you wish Jiseok would grab your waist and pull you into a slow and passionate kiss whenever someone tried to look in your direction. Or maybe, you wished he did so whenever someone tried to flirt with him, like now.
“We could go study at my house, it’s more comfortable than the library.” His classmate smiles, batting her eyelashes at him.
You two were sitting on the grass next to each other, Jiseok highlighting his textbook while you were typing a report on your computer. You know there’s at least three versions of the rumor about yours and Jiseok’s relationship but every single one of them has a common factor: whether you were or not together before, you are now. So the question is, why does everyone choose to act as if he’s single, because he’s not. Well, he is…but he’s not!
“Your house?” Jiseok blinks, tilting his head and when he glances at you, you give him a death stare accompanied by a raised eyebrow, making the other shake his head. “No, sorry, I focus better at the library.” He smiles, and the girl sighs but agrees on it before leaving.
“You’re an ass.” You mumble, typing on your computer.
“Wha-why??” The jock asks with a whine, getting closer to you.
“What do you mean why?? She was flirting with you!! You’re not supposed to allow other people to flirt with you!” You complain, the older one hugging your arm saying she wasn’t flirting. “Of course she was! Why would you need to go to her /house/?”
“Cuz you don’t have to keep dead quiet to not be kicked out?” He tries, but you grab his highlighter and smack his head with it.
“To have sex. That’s girl code for sex.” You clarify, the other’s eyes widening as if something clicked.
“Oh wait that exlpa-ohhh-OHHH…That explains so many things in my life…” The hockey player whispers, and you look at him puzzled. “One time, I agreed to tutor this girl right? So we go to her house, and in the middle of studying, she stops and suddenly goes ‘oh do you want to get more comfortable’ and i was like no thanks i’m really comfortable and went on solving the equation was that also-” He starts and you burst out laughing.
“God, you’re so dense.” You giggle, hitting his head with the highlighter again. “How the hell did you survive 22 years of your life like this, Kwak Jiseok?” You grin, the other groaning. “So if I want to flirt with you I have to be grossly direct?”
Jiseok nods quickly with wide eyes. “Please be very direct, grabbing my face and kissing me.” He clarifies, and you grab his jaw, kissing him once.
“There. That’s all you get.” You tease, and when he asks why you shrug. “Cuz you’re stupid and pissed me off.” At that, the older whines tiredly, laying on the grass with the book covering his face.
Things were fun and they were easy but by the third week and fourth date, you were getting a little worried. Why wouldn’t he just ask you out officially? Was he not that into you? Was he keeping his options open? Was this just a big joke between him and his friends? You spiral, while looking at the goodnight text Jiseok sent.
“I am going to kill myself.” Jiseok cries out, staring at the goodnight text he sent, not caring about the UNO game anymore. “I can’t do this anymore…”
“Why don’t you just ask her out? It’s been a while, right? And you guys already know you get along, so what’s stopping you?” Seungmin frowns, and the blonde points an accusatory finger at Jungsu.
“He said i’m a psycho!”
“You’re still a psycho, that won’t ever change, but Seungmin is right, don’t you think you’re taking too long? It’s already been a month, what if she moves on because she thinks you’re not serious about this?” Jungsu notes, putting a card down.
“Trust me. It will work. It’s a three month plan.” As the words leave Jiseok’s mouth, the others look at each other in horror.
“T-three months-?” Jooyeon stutters, putting down a +2 card, followed by a loud “UNO”
The game ends when Jiseok has just a little too much Soju, hand filled with over 20 cards while crying about how he can’t take this any longer because she probably has guys trying to talk to her all the time but how he needs to be a man of his word. After making sure the blonde is, in fact, sleeping Jooyeon clasps his hands tiredly.
“Okay, we need a game plan. This can’t go on, it’s been like half a year. I’m tired. I want a break. I deserve a break.” He whispers scandalized. “Three more months? Three more hours of this and I’ll cut my jugular off.”
“At least he’s focused at practice…” Jungsu sighs, but Seungmin purses his lips.
“He’s still underperforming. The game is next week, we need him to be back on his feet fully before that. I lied to the coach saying he got a little sick but that won’t cut it for much longer.” The player confesses.
“Okay, then we will make it happen before next week. Actually, you know what? We will make it happen this saturday.” Jooyeon nods determinedly. “I love him, I really do, but he looks like he’s about to explode whenever she does…anything. Yesterday he called me complaining for six hours because she let one of her classmates help her reach for a book at the library while doing a project.”
“And how exactly are we going to make him ask her? He’s already set on his stupid plan.” Jungsu rolls his eyes, crossing his arms.
“We just need to press him enough. If he sees she’s not /his/ unless he actually does something about it maybe he’ll wake up and stop being stupid.”
And so, they talked about their very detailed scheme to get Jiseok to ask you out. Of course, they didn’t bother to let you in on the joke so now, you were walking towards Jungsu’s house on a saturday for a party that they convinced you to go to under the pretext that their friend really needed to get loose before the important week but refused to unless you were there.
You’d be lying if you said your heart didn't jump in excitement at the idea, but you’d also be lying if you said you weren’t worried about being at a party with Jiseok, because although you two had a /thing/ going on, you never really had the courage to ask if you were exclusive, if he was seeing other people or whatnot.
You enter the house, Jungsu hugging you shortly while smiling. You two got a little closer when one day at the cafeteria you found out you are huge fans of the same crime tv show that was currently airing. You got along with Jiseok’s other friends too, but Jungsu was definitely the one you were most grateful of for being around, especially since Jiseok wasn’t there yet.
When you get to the living room you sigh with relief when your eyes fall on Gunil and his girlfriend, hugging them both. “Thank God you’re here. I thought you couldn’t make it?”
“We could, he was just being old and boring so I threatened him with never making him Japanese Pancakes for breakfast again if he didn’t come.” She smiles reassuringly and you close to tear up.
You were all now on the couch talking, when you felt a pair of arms hug your neck from behind, kissing your cheek, knowing it was Jiseok from the cologne. “Hi.” He whispers in your ear, making you blush.
“Hi-” You start but stop in your tracks when you see Jiseok’s styled hair, black shirt that was hugging his body in all the right places with a silver necklace around his neck and black pants, the outfit contrasting his blue and white hockey jacket. He doesn’t make an effort to hide the fact that he was checking you out, letting out a small curse to himself when he sits next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist after taking his hockey jacket off.
Jiseok and the others went to grab some drinks while you went to the bathroom and when you came back, you smile at Jooyeon who arrived while you were away.
“Hey, you look so good…” He says impressed, making you part your lips surprised, giggling slightly and thanking him, but Jiseok didn’t find it as funny as he was now wrapping his arm around his friend’s shoulder, yanking him closer while smiling sarcastically.
“What are you doing, best friend?” The blonde asks through gritted teeth.
“What?? I’m telling her she looks good, cuz she looks good! Hot people deserve compliments too, you know?” He answers innocently, turning his attention at you. “I’m talking about you, you’re the hot person.” Jooyeon whispers, making you laugh because it’s very obvious he’s only trying to push Jiseok’s buttons. It’s obvious to you at least.
“You know what you deserve?” The jock asks with wide eyes, fingers pressing onto his friend’s shoulder, but before he could continue, Jungsu says something about how it’s time for a drinking game.
The rules were easy, you drew a card and you had to choose whether you will go on with it or take a shot. Kinda like a truth or dare but it was only a dare. There were more people in the group now and you were standing in front of Jiseok, next to Gunil and Jooyeon. It was all in good spirit most of them saying things like “Call your most recent contact and have them believe you got stuck in your apartment’s bathroom with explosive diarrhea” or “Let the person next to you go through your phone.”
All was going great, until one of the girls got a card that said “kiss the person on your right in three spots” and of course it had to be Jiseok. The boy widens his eyes and covers his mouth shaking his head, but when the girl asks “why, do you have a girlfriend?” He shakes his head quickly. Ouch. She ends up drinking anyway, but you’re still hurt at how quickly Jiseok clarified it.
So, when one of the other hockey players gets his turn and his card says to go spend a few minutes alone in a room with the person on his left, he gets up, extending his arm to you and Jiseok looks like he’s about to murder someone. “Don’t you wanna drink instead?” The blonde asks annoyedly, but his friend simply shakes his head.
“Ah come on, loosen up! They just have to be inside the room, nothing has to happen.” Jungsu smiles knowingly, and Seungmin adds fuel to the whole situation.
“Yeah, plus, you two aren’t dating right?” At that you purse your lips and leave. Jooyeon chuckles amused.
You get in the room and sit on the bed sad, playing with your fingers, not really in the mood to make conversation, but after a few seconds the guy explains the intricate plan Jiseok’s friends came up with. You chuckle to yourself with a small sad smile and look up at him. “I doubt that’s gonna work, I don’t think he wants me to be his girlfriend.”
The other was about to say something else when suddenly the door flew open, a very angry Jiseok staring at the other player. “Out. Now.” The man holds back a smile holding his hands up in defense as he leaves and Jiseok closes the door, locking it behind him, sighing tiredly.
His expression instantly changes when he sees your sad eyes, and walks over to your side, sitting on the bed next to you. “Did something happen? Do I have to kill him? Fucking ass i’m gonna-” He scoffs, getting up from the bed but sitting back down when you shake your head. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t wanna talk…” You answer in a whisper.
“Do you want me to take you home?” The blonde asks, eyes scanning your face and you shake your head again.
“No, you don’t have to. You’re not my boyfriend, right?” You let out a small chuckle, getting up, turning to Jiseok. “You know, I thought we were taking things slow, but considering how long it’s been and how quickly you are to clarify that you’re single, it looks like it was my mistake.” You say honestly, voice cracking once before you turn around to leave.
That’s when you feel your arm being pulled on, Jiseok’s free hand cupping your jaw as he kisses you hard, your back pressed against the door. You let out a muffled complaint, about to pull away and yell at him that this won’t work but the taller simply lets go of your arm and pulls you closer by the waist.
“What are you doing?” You ask in a whisper in a heavy breath, trying your best to stay mad at him.
“Not talking.” He whispers back, kissing you more passionately before he picks you up.
Now, you tried to be mad at him. You really did, but it was hard when his hot breath was against your jaw, and you could smell his cologne and he was dressed in all black with messy hair and kissed you like it was the only thing keeping him alive. So, instead of slapping him and going home, you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing back as he walks backwards to the bed, sitting on it with you on his lap, legs each side of him.
You play with his hair, kissing back equally as hard, getting closer to him as one of your hands cup his jaw. Jiseok lets out a sigh, grabbing your waist as his lips move on your jaw and you part your lips, breathing heavily. You caress the side of his neck, jumping a bit in surprise when there’s a knock at the door, Jungsu’s voice announcing to you that time’s up.
Jiseok, groans, resting his head on your chest as you let out a small chuckle. The other caresses your waist gently, before kissing your shoulder, jaw and then cheeks, looking up at you with soft sincere eyes.
“Can we talk now?” He whispers, and although you’d love to say no and leave just to prove a point, you nod, fixing his hair. “I thought I’m supposed to be the stupid one in this room, so why’re you acting like the dumb one, hm? How could you say I don’t want you to be my girlfriend??” He frowns, hugging your waist loosely.
“You just...never asked…and you never said we’re together, or exclusive…and you always clarify that you’re single…and yeah…” You say in a small voice, looking down.
“Because I didn’t wanna weird you out with moving too fast!” The blonde whines, this time pulling you into a hug by your waist, looking up at you. “Jungsu said I give psycho vibes when I talk about you so I thought I’d take it slow so you don’t get weirded out! You thought I was a serial killer!”
“I thought you were a serial killer because you seemed annoyingly perfect.” You scoff, playfully smacking his arm. “I kept waiting but the more time passed the more unsure I was that you wanted it, because if you did, why not ask me already?”
“I had a three month plan! To take it slow!” He defends himself with wide eyes, making you widen your eyes as well.
“THREE MONTHS??” You gasp, shaking your head quickly. “You’re insane! What do you MEAN three months? Kwak Jiseok!” You whine, squishing his cheeks angrily.
“What??? If it was for me we would’ve dated the second you bumped into me!!” He whines too, making you scoff.
“You’re so stupid! How could you do that to me!!THREE MONTHS!!” You repeat, holding three fingers up.
“OKAY I’M SORRY DO YOU WANT TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND?!” He yells with pleading eyes.
“OF COURSE I DO!” You yell back, before bursting out laughing when you see Jiseok’s sparkly eyes before you get pulled into a tight hug, the older one kissing all over your face, grabbing your jaw with his hand and kissing you lovingly.
“Just so you know you can’t take it back, you’re my girlfriend and I will be very loud and annoying about it.” Jiseok squints while squishing your cheeks, and since you can’t talk you let out a small nod, pecking his lips once. “What was that?? If you’re my girlfriend I deserve good kisses.” He scoffs, hugging your waist again and kissing you lovingly, before pecking you a few times cutely.
“You know, I’m finally convinced you’re not a serial killer.” You admit, caressing his hair.
“Was it the kisses?”
“No, it was your stupidity. No wonder you’re so good at everything else. Had to make up for this hollow head.” You tease, letting out a yelp when your now boyfriend starts playfully biting your cheek. “Jiseok stop, it's gonna leave a mark and they’re waiting for usss!”
The older one lets out a scoff but nods, pecking you a few times before you get off him and fix your clothes, hoping you don’t look like a mess. You head towards the living room, Jiseok now having his arm wrapped around your shoulders, kissing your cheek every two seconds.
“Told you it would work.” Jooyeon smiles proudly with a nod as Jiseok gives him the middle finger with a small laugh.
“You’re all assholes for this.” He grins but they all shrug talking about how he’ll thank them when you two get married. You two decided to leave early and spent the walk home hugging his arm with his jacket on you as he was smiling widely, telling you all about how much pain he’s been through because of not asking you out.
You giggle and when you get in front of your building he turns you around, putting his hands on your waist, getting closer to you. “You look really good like this.” Jiseok whispers, and you tilt your head up at him, humming while wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Like what?” You whisper back, pulling your boyfriend closer.
“Like my girlfriend with my jacket on.” He smiles, leaning down and kissing you slowly. You feel yourself blush and play with his hair, resting your back on the wall, pulling him closer by the collar, earning a small curse from the older when you lick his bottom lip once before pulling away and looking up at him.
“I should go inside.” You say, thumb caressing his bottom lip once.
“Y-yeah you should-” Jiseok breathes out, eyes hazy.
“Do you want to come inside?” You ask tentatively, praying that you won’t have to spell it out for him so when he blinks multiple times, you give him an expecting look.
“You mean-” He starts and you simply shrug, walking inside as your boyfriend rushes after you, kissing you lovingly once you get into the elevator, only stopping to allow you to open the door.
You giggle at the sudden change up, kissing him back while walking to your room. You both fall asleep instantly after you finish, Jiseok rambling about how he truly is stupid and how he can’t believe he was going to wait even longer and blaming you for not slapping him awake.
You wake up the next morning with a small frown, hearing a grumble from next to you. You smile shily, looking at Jiseok, who was trying to keep his eyes open. “Morning.” He rasps out in a morning voice and wow your boyfriend is really /really/ hot. You look over his face, admiring his puffy rosy cheeks and messy hair and get closer to him, pulling him in a kiss.
Jiseok smiles sheepishly, hugging you close to him and kissing back, thumbs caressing your back. You caress his cheek, kissing him some more, grunting when the other turns you on your back and kisses all over your face making cute sounds. You giggle with your eyes closed tightly before hugging him, pecking him one last time.
“You look so good right now.” He says amazed, kissing your jaw twice. “My pretty girlfriend mhm…” He yawns, laying on you while hugging you, burying his head in your neck.
“Didn’t you say you have practice this sunday since it’s the day before the big game?” You ask curiously, kissing his head once while caressing his hair.
“Mhm, what time is it?” He yawns, snuggling closer to you.
“Mm, like 11am…” You reply after looking at the time, Jiseok shooting out of the bed, rushing to grab his things.
“Practice starts at 12, shit shit shit- coach’s gonna kill me!” He says in a hurry, frantically tying his shoes, as you look at him amused. “Shit- Wait, fuck- is it okay if I leave? Are you gonna be okay? You won’t get mad right?” He asks worriedly and you smile reassuringly while shaking your head, sitting on the bed while stretching and opening your arms.
Jiseok rushes to you and kisses you lovingly a few times, before kissing you cutely on the cheek once with a loud ‘mwah’ noise, rambling about how he’ll text you as soon as he’s done with practice. You grin happily with a nod, wishing him good luck before he runs out of the house.
He makes it on time to practice. They also win the match on monday and after the guys celebrate, Jiseok looks for you in the audience, taking his helmet off, and pulling you in a slow passionate kiss in front of everyone, not caring about you complaining that he’s sweaty and gross (and really hot but that’s besides the point). You kiss him back smiling and happily knowing that now everyone knows very clearly where you two stand.
Turns out, something /was/ terribly wrong with Kwak Jiseok. He was an idiot when it came to trying to get into a relationship. He wasn’t a serial killer, just incredibly bad at catching indirects and annoyingly good at kissing.
THE END
dedicated to my dearest @chericherilvr (i got threatened and manipulated to post this) (pls read it) (idk anything about hockey)
#xdh x reader#xdinary heroes#xdinary heroes fanfic#xdinary heroes x reader#jiseok x reader#gaon x reader#xdinary heroes imagines#xdinary heroes scenarios#kwak jiseok#gaon fanfic#jiseok fanfic#xh fanfic#xh#xdh fanfic#xdh#xdh fic#gunil is so tired#seungmin is so tired#everyone is so tired please free them from this hell#they need to plot and scheme bc you two idiots WONT GET TOGETHER#jiseok is very jiseok#gaon#gaon fluff#comfort#comedy fic#they're so cute#they're in love your honor#seungmin is tired#jooyeon is tired#save jungsu
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(I know I already reblogged this post, but I want to add my own comments to it too)
Thank you for mentioning my essay as an example! I may have already said this in the tags, but I'm extremely passionate about clone culture and how each element ties into their unique life circumstances/overall situation. I also love theorizing how their situation would affect their culture and the overall results of it, even in the smallest ways.
My favorite personal headcanon so far is that clones did learn some Mando'a from a few Mandalorian trainers and passed this knowledge down, but it turned into a creole mix between Basic and Mando'a because it couldn't be taught formally and they never got all the details regarding grammar or context. Some words even have entirely different meanings in Clone Mando'a because certain concepts simply wouldn't exist in either their culture or where they live. For example, Kaminoan weather is mainly just rain/storm and many clones may not even know what a sunny day looks like, so trying to explain the concept of clear skies is close to impossible (at least for the younger ones). That's just one example of many and why I've literally been working on a whole ass spreadsheet and Google doc explaining the little nuances and differences between their languages and where those differences come from.
Everything about their upbringing and biology would affect their culture in completely different ways from other cultures. I have literally made a couple of original species/cultures that hold similarities to the clones in ways that make them relate to one another, but even then there are differences that result in vast differences. One major comparison i made for clones is how slavery influenced African American culture and it's evolution, which is actually the inspiration for my essay in terms of cultural disconnect and realizing you already have one that you created. Despite being oppressed, people still manage to create culture because that's how people work and they don't exist in a vacuum. However, even they are drastically different in multiple ways not just because of the cultures they created but because the clones have other aspects of their situation that
There are many things about the clones' broader shared situation that can affect their culture, but they can all be summarized into three specific categories:
Slavery/systemic oppression
Military
Clone/shared genetics
All three of these things are not only essential to the evolution of their culture, but the core roots of their culture. While they can share at least two of these things with other cultures at times, there are basically none that truly share all three cores, and no element can be taken out of clone culture.
The clones are so different from others in terms of circumstance that it is near impossible to say that they got their culture from another group because not only is that not how this works, but them having their own culture based on the three core situational elements is what makes them most interesting.
Half my fic that my essay is from is an exploration of government corruption and how people can fall into extremist groups, while the other half is just me being like "I think clone culture is neat and interesting :)"
This is why I have so many essays on clone culture. It is so nuanced and complicated in origin and evolution that it could be explored forever. This post basically conveys all my thoughts on why I love it so much and I am so thankful you have written it in a clear and concise way (as I am obviously the opposite of concise).
In conclusion, yeah. Clones culture is unique to the clones. Let them have their own thing. They deserve it.
I personally have mixed feelings on "Mandoclones" (bc I think it's multifaceted with many things to consider) but what bothers me is when I see stuff along the lines of:
"Clones shouldn't just be copy pasted Mandalorians! But you know where they would get their culture from? The Jedi!!"
Bc like what about the clones just being their own thing??
Saying all their culture is just Jedi culture doesn't make it any better, all you did is replace who they are 'copying' culture from. (And then you realize this is probably just using the clones as a thinly veiled front for a Jedi vs Mandos debate...)
Do I think the clones could have taken some influence from their Jedi generals, the main people they interact with outside of their brothers? Yeah!
Do I think that applies just as much (if not more bc the exposure is earlier, longer, and more direct) to their trainers on Kamino (who in Legends are mainly Mandalorians)? Also yes!
And, it could also be true for other trainers who aren't Mando. And other peoples and cultures the clones interact with when they are deployed and traveling to a bunch of planets across the galaxy.
But regardless of any and all of these influences:
The clones still have culture OF THEIR OWN
It just really irks me whenever I see insinuations that they don't, as if they are nothing more than completely blank slates that can only take influence from others (like even in fic sometimes I'll see lines like "the clones have no culture"). Which is literally not even true to what we see in canon, and fanon depictions (and you know, just not how culture works!)
#star wars#i cannot articulate how much i love the worldbuilding potential around clone culture since their situation is genuinely unique#i know i keep saying unique but that's the best word i can think of#i do disagree with some small things but that's mainly due to me wanting the clones and jedi to get along (sort of)(it's complicated)#you're probably more correct but i like to have fun :)#anyway thanks for mentioning me! i'm very proud of my essay so i'm glad you liked it!
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i need Abarat by Clive Barker like i need life. i know he had some health issues recently, but i really hope he will be able to finish book 4 soon. he recently said that he won't be making that many physical appearances so he can focus on his writing, but he said he has like 30+ things he is working on, so i hope Kry Rising is one of them. i am going to be rereading the 3 that are out now, pining for the 4th.
i am also happy that Disney no longer has the rights to Abarat, and they are back in Clive's hands, because they would have ruined it for sure
also, please, please, PLEASE tell me if you are a part of this fandom. i have felt alone for most of my life.
basically, this is a Petition to revive the Abarat fandom and even rope more people in. force your friends to read it, read it to them if you have to. info dump about it, idc, just please, i can't stand feeling like the only one constantly thinking about these books
#ill end up having to write my own fanfic at this point#and i have never finished any fanfic i have ever written#i have come close#guess im like clive barker at this point#some of my fanfic was written from a womans pov#and i don't write woman main characters anymore#only trans masc nonbinary#anyway#abarat#clive barker#absolute midnight#days of magic nights of war#christopher carrion#candy quackenbush#gh0stlycryptic#im a gh0st#please#john mischief#tagging literally everything because why not#princess boa
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Hi, Howdy! Hey! I really love your novel!! I got a little confused by the 4 day, may maybe you help me please? who is it? why we got the bad end staying the night in Ren’s apartment and he disappear of the home screen? I can’t understand “unset memory” game, sorry if I wrote smth wrong or smth sounds rude, I swear that I didn’t mean it if happened, I’m really a fan of the novel, I’ve been playing the game since day 1 or 2 I guess, probably day 1, english isn’t my first language, but I tried lol
⌞♥⌝ I hope you don't mind me answering these as bullet points!! ^^
"It" will be revealed later in the game! So I won't reveal too much right now.
You can only get the Dead End in Day 4 by staying at Ren's apartment — the rest of your choices before that don't matter. I'd also pay closer attention to the black smoke and Ren's reaction towards it!
Ren disappears from the home screen because he promised to help the player out (and stop them from getting the Dead End again). Try replaying the game again from the beginning for a surprise!
"Unsent Memories" was another visual novel (initially being written by @10chimes / @unsentmemory, though the project has since been dropped and handed back to me /pos) and is set in the same universe as 14 Days With You. Its storyline and characters are completely separate from 14DWY, so you don't have to worry about them while playing 14DWY.
#I don't think a lot of people know this but River was originally my OC lmao#Obviously BEFORE Jesse picked him up and turned him into an entirely different character /pos#We originally planned for Riv and Ren to have a Billy and Stu dynamic; except River would pretend to be a himbo—#— The same way Ren would pretend to be some Normal Empathetic Guy™️ kjgskg#River was also going to be a lovesick serial killer who incapacitated Bunny so that they'd stay with & depend on him forever#Also because Jesse and I wanted to have a ''same production factory; different yandere'' kind of vibe with Riv and Ren (and their dynamic)#Like... Ren puts Angel above himself and craves THEIR satisfaction whereas River cares about himself and prioritises HIS own satisfaction#Ren would hit his best friend (River) with a car if it meant keeping Angel happy & by his side forever#River would hit Bunny with a car if it meant keeping them by his side forever (thus making him happy)#But!! After everything that's happened in the yandere community; Jesse (understandably) wanted to get away from that kind of environment#So he's since dropped Unsent Memories and hasn't really got any plans to work on it again or return to da yan vn circle#I'm also continuing to write 14DWY the way it was originally planned (with 2017!River only getting a brief cameo to serve up some lore </3)#—But I'm lowkey holding out just in case Jesse ever considers returning hehe :3 I like their version of River and I wanna do him justice#Until then though?? I'll yearnfully clutch my locket and wait for my lover to return from war.... (she has a literal 9-5 job now) /hj /p#GKJSDG I scrolled up and??? NOT ME RANTING IN THE TAGS AGAIN?????????? WHY DO I UNINTENTIONALLY YAP SO MUCH#I will 🤫🤐 now#💌 — answered.#💖 — 14 days with queue.#🖤 — shut up sai.#to be tagged later#weird0nerd
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I SWEAR CELEBI'S THINGY IS COMING SOON BUT I REALLY WANTED TO POST THIS ALRIGHT
yeaah... future trio got me too...
and Darkrai is there too, because of course he is.
hey look i drew a cute Drifloon :D
...ignore the rest
whatever started at Darkrai doodles ended in brainrot of future trio + darkrai and I'm blaming @scribz-ag24 for this
#Can you believe between the first pic and the 4th pic is only a week inbetween. I sure can't but like why did I mirror the pose...#ON ACCIDENT??? Everytime I look at the two Grovyles I'm like... how... how did they end up so differently???#also probably blaming @cozybells as well for this but I really fear tagging people so I'm just letting y'all know in the tags because#I do wanna let everyone know who inspired me when someone did <333 better get running [you know who you are!!!!] DusnoirXDarkrai is next...#also: upon seeing scribz-ag24's art my brain said: You need to color too! ah yeah that went well with the doodle batch#I really hope you're able to read everything with how messy I can write sometimes. If not please let me know and I'll add sth in this post!#Also the doodle batch was the first thing I drew so well... never drew dusknoir before and grovyle once i think...#please go easy on me I have yet to explore the relationship between literally everyone😭 and I have no idea what I‘m doing and I'm a little#lost I normally only draw King Boo or Darkrai but I'm sure scribz-ag24 sprinkling in bits of Darkrai got me in love with the future trio to#grovyle#future trio#celebi#darkrai#dusknoir#pmd hero#pokemon#drifloon#totodile#my art#my stuff#tagas friend spoiler#pmd#pokemon mystery dungeon#IS THERE A SHIP NAME FOR FUTURE TRIO... there must be. ...oh... is it just...#futuretrioshipping#i feel sooo stupid rn.#also everytime i drew darkrai i had evil spiteful bastard in mind (except for the one with an arrow pointing out he's redeemed) but i think#i literally mixed every possible version of him in my head so got absolutely no clue what i'm doing :D#anyways i hope you enjoyed this and thanks for reading through my ramblings! Have such a wonderful rest of the day yippiee <333#pmd2
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Oh my god I woke up this morning and my Stardew Valley meta post had almost 150 notes????? Hello?????????? Anyways I started writing this last night because @moon-is-pretty-tonight left nice tags on the original so thank you so much!!
We know from the starting scenes of the game that the farmer's grandfather loved Stardew Valley. So why did he leave? Pelican Town is a good place to grow old; George and Evelyn are just fine. It's a fine place to raise a kid, but maybe he just wanted to raise his child closer to real schools and other children.
Or maybe, just maybe, he understood.
Was there a day when he was in his thirties where he looked at his friends and realized they weren't like him? That he could run faster than them, work longer, explore deeper into the hidden places of the valley?
Was there a day when he went to the wizard to ask him for help, for knowledge if nothing else? Did he learn then that his family was different? Special? Chosen? And how did he react? He couldn't possibly raise a child in the valley if they would be as strange and fey as him. He had to leave. There was no other way.
But years later, on his deathbed, did he regret that choice?
Is that why he gave the farmer the letter?
Is that why they went back home?
When the farmer steps off the bus that first day, the valley is still on the cusp of winter, just barely tipping over into spring. The flowers are starting to bloom, but a chill still hangs in the air. As soon as the farmer's boots touch the soil there's a change. The air gets warmer. The trees get greener. Not by too much, not all at once, but it changes.
The junimos watch the farmer as they do their work. They're new to farming, but take to it with frightening speed; their first batch of crops is perfect. None of the townsfolk tell them that parsnips don't normally grow in less than a week, that cauliflowers don't grow to be ten feet tall, that fairies don't visit when the sun goes down and grow potatoes and beans and tulips overnight. The junimos talk amongst themselves in their strange, wild language, and agree: this is the one. They're back. The valley recognizes its own, even when they've left for a generation. The farmers have come home.
Things change fast in the valley. The community center, empty and decrepit for so many years, is rejuvenated. (Lewis says it was abandoned only a few weeks after the farmer's grandfather left. Strange coincidence, he says, that it both came and went with the farmer's family.) The mines and the quarry, similarly abandoned, are explored for the first time in ages. The town becomes cleaner, brighter, more vibrant, happier.
And it is happier. Not just the environment, but the people. It's the talk of the town for weeks when Haley does her first closet purge. Leah's art show in the town square is a huge success. Shane's smiling for the first time since he moved to the valley. All of them, when asked, say it's all thanks to the farmer.
People love to ask why Lewis didn't fix the community center on his own. Why Willy never repaired the boat to ginger island. Why Abigail or Marlon never went down to fix the elevator in the mines, or why Clint didn't fix the minecarts.
But isn't it so much more interesting to ask how those things were there in the first place? How they got so broken down? If the stories the townspeople tell are true, the valley was once a beautiful place, flourishing and full of life; why did that change? When did it change?
Was it when the farmer's grandfather, the locus of the valley, its chosen representative, left town?
And if so, what happens when the farmer comes back?
#lich says shit#stardew valley#stardew farmer#sdv#my writing#Hope y'all enjoyed!#I'm thinking about developing this into. Like. An actual Fan Fiction. Still sort of short-form but like with more detail?#LMK if you'd be interested to see that! Also if you want to be tagged in future installations of this please just let me know :)#I'm super into this version of the farmer as like. Blessed and cryptic child of the valley with all the strange behavior that entails#If i DO write a more in-depth version of this it'll be from the perspective of someone in town#maybe Leah? She seems like she'd be the one to notice the farmer being Odd. Either that or I'll do it from the perspective of multiple--#--different people to get their unique insights and stuff#I'd also want to dig into like#The family history of the farmer. And what that's like.#Because like why did grandpa leave?#He clearly loved the valley#So why didn't he stay?#Why did he give the deed to his grandchild and not his literal child?#And is it a coincidence that everything in the valley went downhill when he left?#I don't think so.
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Am I the only one who seriously can't STAND Edwin?
#like#this guy is SO fucking infuriating#i'm still not finished watching shb SOTM playthrough#and it's mostly because of Edwin#this guy did EVERYTHING to himself#and yet he blames everyone BUT himself#he says he can use machines to replace human workers#and then gets shocked when his workers leave#and then blames Fazbear Ent. for “poaching them”#like maybe you're just a bad boss that no one liked and that's why they left#and claiming he “invented” recycleing#and throwing a hissy fit when he gets treated like a contractor despite LITERALLY BEING JUST THAT!!!#and I haven't even seen whatever the fuck he does with the mimic#stfu you are not the victim here DX#edwin murray#fnaf secret of the mimic#secret of the mimic#fnaf sotm#sotm#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#my stuff#rant#in the tags
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"Why are so many kids/teens in jirai !?"
God forbid a kid/teen be mentally ill
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#a lot more younger people are becoming “mentally ill” because ???? literally just look at the state of the world they are being born into#even if they have a fine home life everything else SUCKSSSSSSS#we're all told the world is doom and horrooooooooorrrrrr#from the moment were born :(((#idk if you dont like kids being on jiraiblr then tough nothing u can do#there are no safe space for kids anywhere in real life#online is all we have#please js accept everyone#i understand if someone is like....kinda clearly not jirai#or they're jirai kei only and are using the lifestyle jirai tag cause thats annoying#but so what if someone is trying to have a safe little space#lowkey why I kinda js stay away from major accs i like interacting with silly smaller accs ^^#jiraiblr
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Old-Timey Marzipan's skeleton because what the fuck [Extracted, Compiled]
#this thing fucking haunts me#homestar runner#hsr#marzipan#WHY IS SHE. WHAT#transparent#edited#<- just tiny cleanup and stuff honestly i might just stop using this tag because literally everything on this blog is edited in some way#compiled#extracted
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everything Dan said about labels in BIG was so extremely real and personal to me and people really gloss over a lot of it sometimes I need to talk about it more about it when I'm not exhausted
#he spent years trying to fit into one box or another and then he finally said ah fuck this lmfao#ppl really ignore the “basically” part of basically im gay and it's like you'll get crucified if you point out the nuance#which he himself has talked about so many times#idk why celebrating someone's gayness for what it is in its own esoteric way in their own words is some kind of erasure#i guess because of the issue of ppl calling him bi because they're stupid and don't know how labels work lmao#but that aside i love that he rly is just dan and he's comfortable with that#because it's so hard not fitting into a certain ideal#the part where he said he recognises labels are really important for a lot of people and that's very valid#but he just doesn't give a fuck lmfao like....... i felt that#i felt like him saying “being a man means nothing to me” and then talking about “you could call me she or put me in a dress i wouldn't gaf”#and then calling himself a formless blob or whatever#he literally is just dan whatever that means whatever labels most closely approximate that and there rly is something so powerful#in just not giving a fuck especially on the internet where everyone is so hyper obsessed with labeling everything#and like thinking it's weird for someone to just not really care that much about labels#i feel like so many people misunderstand what he was trying to say in that part idk#like based on the amount of dangender haters#he really just does not give a fuck i fear being a man means nothing to him even if he is one like he just doesn't care#and that's so powerful <3 to me#who up not fitting into a box and feeling lost and untethered because every label you could possibly use makes you feel uncomfortable#on some level#because even trying to be unlabeled is a label in and of itself#i need Dan's therapist's number i think they could fix me#he is just not a labels guy and i love him for that i think it's very powerful and valid when people find joy and solace in labels#but it's also powerful to me when people just don't care for labels at all hadfghgfjkllsfjl#and i think that gets overlooked a lot on the anti nuance website#i love seeing posts celebrating him for being gay gay homosexual gay but i also love seeing posts celebrating him for being a formless blob#he can contain multitudes#and we can celebrate all of that per his own words#without necessarily erasing part of him#i said i wasn't gonna talk about this and then reached the tag limit lmfao i have a PROBLEMMMMM
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