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bibbykins · 4 years ago

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Double Date

A/N: Hello my dears! I'm not done with the Jin and/or Hobi confession yet but I did write this little flashback last week and think I'm finally ready to post it! This is the situation in which Jimin discovered MC's reaction to yelling, just to clarify. As always, please hop into my ask box and give me some of that lovely feedback!

Note: This is a flashback as part of the drabble series The Household's Bunny, which I recommend reading the installments of prior to this one

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing: Soft Yandere! Jimin x Chubby! Reader

Warnings: Lying, fatphobia, usage of the word "fat" as an insult, talks of sex, yelling, vomiting, implied previous trauma, bad friend, loser date, verbal argument, implied stalking, yandereish behavior

Summary: On a double date was not how Jimin imagined your first date with him going. Let alone, a double date in which you both are with someone else. The torture of sitting next to his ex and watching you with another man was well worth it to see you up close. He could only hope you and his "date" don't mind his blatant staring at you.

Jimin often wondered how he ended up so stupid sometimes. From prodigy orphan to absolute idiot. It was a little tragic. Here you were, back from the hospital, a smile on your face, sitting across the table from him… and he was on a date with your friend Yoora.

Sure, Yoora was fine, but she wasn’t you. That’s why they had broken up in the first place. He just… didn’t like her. Of course, he omitted the fact was that he liked someone else.

You, on the other hand, were on a date with some lowlife he hadn’t even bothered to remember the name of. Yoora had begged Jimin to go on a date, to which he vehemently denied. He had dated Yoora and things fizzled out quickly, so he saw no value in going on a date again. He only budged with her begging when she said it was for you, who was apparently too nervous to be on a date alone with this other guy. He sprung at the chance to see you outside of class, something he could only hope Yoora didn’t notice. Although, Jimin couldn’t help but wonder why you would go on a date with someone you weren’t comfortable being alone with, but maybe he was just bitter you were going on a date with someone that wasn’t him.

You flashed Jimin a brief smile in between your chat with Yoora, making his mind go blank. Fuck, you were so pretty. You wore a simple white turtleneck with a brown plaid skirt and brown loafers with white socks to match. You looked unbelievably cute, even against the aged neon fabric of the chairs at the bowling alley. Not that your date appreciated just how divine you looked, hardly paying you any mind, instead looking around constantly and only really responding to Yoora.

Not that Jimin was being much better to Yoora. His eyes were constantly fixated on you, but both you and Jimin unaware of this blatant fact. He hadn’t been this close to you outside of the classroom in… well, basically ever. He watched with hearts in his eyes as you bowled your second gutter ball. He laughed as you bowed cheekily before returning to the table right as your date went to bowl.

“I’m so full!” Yoora exclaimed as you sat back down, the pizza you both agreed to share only having two slices out of it as you reached to make it a third, “I don’t know how you can eat more than one slice, y/n! Good for you.” She giggled obnoxiously as your moves faltered in setting the pizza on your plate.

Jimin’s eyes landed on Yoora’s form for the first time in the whole night with a displeased look. Her form shrunk under his sharp glare and any future taunts she had planned died on her tongue as you searched for the words to say, “She’s just keeping herself nourished for me, aren’t you babe?” Your date spoke with a slimy voice as he slid in the booth next to you and Jimin watched confusion fill your face. Jimin’s smile noticeably dropped.

"It's a little silly to imagine everything she does is for you, no?" Jimin gave your date a pointed look, all with a smile on his face, as your date also shrunk, nodding awkwardly.

The most input your date ever gave to you directly was about how hot you were or to chide at your poor bowling skills. It was a little painful watching your smile fade throughout the date, and Yoora joining in to try and make you feel even worse wasn’t helping. Jimin couldn't imagine a scenario in which any of this would make you happy, and he just couldn't hold his tongue the entire time.

“I’m just hungry.” You shrugged, figuring Jimin was just being a gentleman in lightly scolding Jihoon, “I eat when I’m hungry, hence the pizza.” You spoke simply as you took another bite. You knew what Yoora was doing. Passive-aggressive slights to your weight in front of romantic partners were not shocking to you in the slightest.

This was why you didn’t want to go on a double date with Yoora. Sometimes she was nice and funny, but other times she was like a mean girl straight out of a teen movie. This was why you considered Yoora more acquaintance than a friend since she only talked to you when she had no other friends around. This dynamic was fine enough since you hadn’t made any friends in college, so having someone to interact with was nice enough, but you drew the line at her getting this intimately involved. However, she insisted she should bring herself and Jimin along for your safety. You had joked you’d like to see Jihoon try to carry you away to kidnap you, but she didn’t laugh.

It was ironic that your weight was only funny when she was making the joke.

Yoora shrunk a bit as she watched a smile grace Jimin’s features again while you ate, “I’m gonna use the bathroom.” She spoke hurriedly out of nowhere and you gave her a small wave.

Your date resumed his survey of the building before his eyes caught sight of something and went wide, “Shit, a friend from my bio lab is here.” He murmured quite loudly before turning to you, “I’ll be right back.” He spoke in a similarly rushed tone as he made a bee-line to the restroom.

You gave Jihoon a weak smile, waving him away when you realized he didn’t even look at you for a response before getting up. Well, there goes another liar. Last night it was, “Baby, you’re so beautiful. I could see myself marrying you. Let me take you on a date and then we can come back to my place and seal the deal.” You were no longer so naive as to think a simple handjob would make Jihoon a romantic, but you did hope it would be enough motivation for him to reciprocate with skill. You hated liars, especially liars who do it to get into your bed. On top of that a horny liar with no skill.

Jimin noticed your date dodge the line of vision of his friend and sneak to the bathrooms and frowned, “Why is he going to the bathroom if his friend is right there?” He mused to himself.

“To hide.” You sighed, making Jimin jump, shocked you heard him. You looked up and saw his confusion before sighing, “He doesn’t want to be seen with me, so he’s going to the bathroom.”

Still short-circuiting from the direct eye contact he was making with you, he sputtered, “Wha- Why would-”

“Look at me.” You poked the sliver stomach between the hem of your top and the top of your skirt. Jimin admired the plush skin before snapping himself from the trance.

He shrugged, “I am, and it makes even less sense.” He finally had the determination to hold eye contact with you without his mind going into overdrive and right as you opened your mouth to respond, your phone vibrated.

You looked down at it with a frown, “Yoora wants me to meet her outside.” You mumbled, before looking up at Jimin, “I don’t think I was supposed to say that to you.” You looked at him with a sorry look, “I’ll be back.”

You pushed the front doors open to see Yoora standing with her arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently as she looked around, as if she didn’t send you the text message a mere minute ago. She caught sight of you and her eyes went wide before settling into a smug gaze, “Ah, there you are!” She smiled and it was sickly sweet, “I wanted to tell you Jihoon and I are leaving.”

Ah, she must have been looking around for his car to come around. Well, that’s saving you the awkward conversation of rejecting him, so you shrugged, “Okay.”

Evidently not wanting the nonchalant reaction you gave her she scoffed, “Seriously? You have nothing to say?” For some reason, Yoora would sometimes make it her mission to push your buttons, usually, this was by making you flustered, so you’re not sure what happened to spur on such unadulterated malice.

However, you didn’t really have the energy to dissect it so you shrugged a little more incredulously, “What is there to say? No?” You scoffed, “You guys are consenting adults, you both made a choice-”

“God, you’re so annoying!” Her increase in volume made you jump and also caught the eyes of fellow students and unaffiliated customers just trying to have a night out.

Nevertheless, you blinked wildly, “Me?!” You guffawed, “You’re the one that brought me out here to tell me you’re ditching me and your date?” The whole thing felt so ridiculous.

“Yes, you!” Her hands gestured to you wildly, “My date is oogling you and so I decide to seduce yours and you just say ‘okay’?!” Her volume was increasing and you could feel a familiar nausea pooling in your stomach, “Let me be pissed at you for stealing my date!”

“It’s not my fault I’m hot, nor does that make you less hot.” You countered, not really believing it was you Jimin was interested in, but more so Yoora he wasn’t interested in, “He just doesn’t like you. You said you knew that.” You pointed out, making her falter because you were right. Yoora told you Jimin wasn’t interested in her but she was trying to change that despite your words of caution.

“You? Hot? You’re fat!” Ah, there it was. She was evidently running out of sound reasons to be mad at you but was still not ready to just face the fact that she felt shitty her date looked at the fat girl more than he looked at her.

You couldn’t contain your laugh, “Oh, no shit? I am?” You mockingly looked down at your form, which only seemed to fan the flames.

“Just get fucking mad at me!” She shouted, wiping the smile off of your face

You sucked your teeth, “Stop yelling. You know that yelling makes me-”

She rolled her eyes before losing her mind, “What do I know about you?! You won’t even tell me why you were in the hospital-”

Now you were getting really queasy and annoyed, wanting this to end because at this point she was just yelling at you to feel like less of an asshole, “Because you’ll just tell everyone, and it’s not their business- or yours for that matter!” You felt a little bad criticizing her gossipy nature, but you knew you were going to puke any minute now.

“I’m your friend!” She spat, ironically, in a rather unfriendly manner

You scoffed, “You’re going home with my date!”

This seemed to catch her off guard, almost, almost, making her realize she was simply being an asshole, but she stuck to her guns, “He-He doesn’t even like you!”

“And yet, if we’re such good friends, you’re still going home with him to what? Prove a point to me?!” You were exasperated as you heard his obnoxious car pull up behind you, “I know now he doesn’t like me, that’s what the date was for!” You were beyond tired as you watched her eyes dart between you and the red Mustang, “But now I know that you don’t really like me either.” You sighed and this made her sight settle on your form, her gaze significantly softer.

“Y/n…” Her voice was lower, surrendering.

“It’s fine. You’re not required to like me.” You insisted, “I just wish you wouldn’t lie about it.” This time, you felt a little hurt at your own words, but the bile in your throat wouldn’t give you much time to reflect on it, especially as Jihoon honked his horn, like the gentleman he was, “Well? Go on.” You gestured to the obnoxious car as Yoora got in with her head down.

Not even bothering to wait for them to drive away, you ran to the alley on the side of the building with a hand clasped over your mouth. The moment you made it to the dim-lit hallway of brick, you puked your guts out. The bile burned your throat, but you could still feel a careful hand pulling your hair back ever so gently as another hesitantly rubbed your back. The touch was calming and void of judgment. You figured someone assumed you were drunk and was used to being a hero. However, when you were finally done and stood up, you were faced with the most sought-after man of the Arts department.

“Are you… okay?” Was the first thing that came out of his mouth and you had no real energy to be all that embarrassed. Vomiting took all the life out of you almost every time.

You simply turned back to look at the mess you made and cringed, “Oh shit.” You spoke slowly, “I should clean that up.” You sputtered.

Jimin merely smiled and shook his head as you turned back to him, “It’s an alleyway, come on, someone will just make a worse mess in an hour.” He handed you a water bottle, “Go ahead and rinse.” You looked at him with pleading eyes, his looks were more than enough to make you feel flustered. He seemed to read your eyes as he turned around.

“Thanks.” You spoke up after you rinsed, “But-”

“Let me drive you home.” He waited to hear your footsteps behind him before pressing onward.

He ignored your protests the whole way to his car, brushing them off with a wave of his hands. You had figured it was just him being cool, but the reality was that he was mentally hyping himself up. Now with his anger at Yoora and your date dissipated, he was back to a bumbling mess when it came to you, even if the nagging worry of what could have happened to you to make you throw up at yelling was an ever-present weight he took on his shoulders. The girl of his dream would be in his car, sitting right next to him, and that was enough to make him short-circuit. His face was getting redder and redder just thinking about it. Not that your polite and melodic voice insisting you can just take the bus helped any. Surely you had to know how beautiful you were? He never doubted you knew until today, and the notion made him frown but also, thankfully, calm down.

By the time he opened the door for you, any hints of redness on his face were obscured by the cloak of night over the sky and the dim street lamps. You gave him a short smile and he had to fight a squeal in his throat. Instead, you were met with a strained look, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he even liked you or if he was just being kind. You entered your address on his phone and he feigned looking at the route as if he wasn't familiar with the area. He then texted one of his housemates a name and a license plate number for information and wordlessly began driving.

You simply looked out the window as he seemingly studied his phone, not wanting to make his possible dislike of you worse. Although, you would prefer him not to like you at this point. You were kind of over people “liking” you by now. Jihoon had done no less than confess his undying love for you mid-orgasm and you were ashamed to admit how excited that had made you feel despite the emptiness that could be felt in the air. You had convinced yourself that could just be how love felt. How would you know any otherwise? Part of you knew you were deluding yourself, even if you would never know what love felt like, you knew it wouldn’t feel like that. It wouldn’t feel like the bittersweet taste of settling for less than you deserve in exchange for an escape from the all-consuming loneliness that surrounded you no matter who you hooked up with.

“I’m, uh, sorry Yoora did that to you. Jimin blurted out, making you look to him and making him clench the wheel.

“It’s not your fault.” You reassured him, “The whole point of the date was to see if this guy actually ‘loved’ me, or even liked me for that matter.” You couldn’t stop yourself from talking, “That post nut clarity must have made him realize he’s a huge liar.” You couldn’t hide the bitterness in your words before you took a breath, “So, how much did you hear?”

“I walked out when I heard her calling you fat.” He stumbled against the words, clearly uncomfortable even repeating Yoora.

You hummed, “Yeah, well, I guess you’re all caught up.” You looked back out the window and Jimin could relax ever so slightly, “I don’t know how I can make her feel threatened. She’s so… loveable.” He frowned at this, “I know I’m pretty, but that doesn’t make me loveable.” He wanted so desperately to say you are loveable. If you weren’t, what had he spent the last year doing? He wanted to slam on the breaks and finally tell you how captivating you are in more ways than one, but the fear of misstepping caged him into his spot as you continued on, “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that no one is obligated to love me.” You seemed to be letting all the exhaustion hit you, not even bothering to stop yourself, “It’s okay. I have the next best thing, sex.” Even you seemed to be unconvinced, “Maybe if I ask everyone for sex I’ll feel as content as Jihoon.” You seemed to be getting more and more upset as you dwelled on the topic.

“Why haven’t you asked me for sex then?” Jimin wanted to slam his head on the wheel and call it a night when he heard his voice speak what should have been an offhand thought.

You giggled a bit at this, relieving Jimin a bit, before shrugging, “I don’t want to use you like I let people use me.” You blew a breath, "You called my bluff. I don't wanna use anyone."

“Why do you let-”

“I, too, get horny and lonely.” You laughed bitterly, “People just lie to me that it’s something more when it’s not. Thank goodness I’m a psych major, or else I might believe them each time.” Judging by the melancholy in your words, Jimin doubted you didn’t not believe some of them, and the notion tore his heart in half. However, he was so pinned down by his fear, he couldn’t conjure the words needed.

“I mean, there are people out there who would like you and not just your body.” He spoke and he swore he was breaking a sweat by now.

You shrugged again, unconvinced again, “I’m glad you never asked me for sex.” You murmured and he glanced at you.

“Why?” Was he not your type?

“Because I think you’re a good person,” You gave him one more smile as he pulled up to your apartment complex, “and I’d like to keep thinking that.” You placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, “Thank you, for everything tonight.” He merely nodded in acknowledgment, throat strangled with a million emotions as he watched you go into your apartment.

Jimin let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding and drove, as if on autopilot, and let his head plop lightly on the wheel, “Pathetic display, Jimin.” He scolded with a strained voice. He hated this about him. He hated that each time emotions got too real, each time he could not hide behind a charming smile and playful banter, he would choke up. He had been a dance prodigy since birth, since getting scouted by a private school, since Mona adopted him for his career to go even further. And yet, he couldn’t confess to the girl he’s liked for over a year. Instead of staring, he wished he had just asked if you were okay.

He had never imagined you would be nearly as lonely as you felt. Anyone on campus would look at your smile and assume you were doing peachy, but by now, with his observations, he could see when you were faking. Why had he never approached you more to make you smile for real? Why did he remain complicit in fuckers like Jihoon and Yoora’s plight to make you feel less than the perfect girl you are? Who had instilled such an intense reaction to yelling in you? How many times have you thrown up in an alley alone because of the people who knew how to use someone as caring as you? Maybe if he had sat down and eaten that cookie with you, he would be driving the both of you home together.

He wondered if he would ever get the chance to do so at this point.

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“...Jimin?” Your voice snapped him from his thoughts as he looked at you, all dolled up and a little sweating from performing your final for the class he was your TA for, “You still here?” You giggled as you waved your hand in front of his eyes. You had been the last one to perform, so you figured his brain was fried from watching dozens of dance performances.

His smile grew with yours as he caught your hand in his, interlacing your fingers, “Yeah, I’m here, just got swept away in your performance is all.” He responded cooly and you rolled your eyes mockingly, “I’m serious, it was beautiful.” He brought your hand up, placing a kiss on your palm.

“Well, I had a wonderful training buddy.” You interlocked your fingers behind his neck as he laced his fingers on the small of your back. The PDA made you feel giddy, like a girl in her first relationship showcasing her wonderful boyfriend to the world, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

He studied your face, your form, your everything for a moment. He basked in the glory of having someone as beautiful as you within his reach at long last. He thought back to each practice session and each kiss that came with it and couldn’t help the glee that spread in his chest. The glee was only further amplified by the very emotion on your face and he couldn’t fathom how he ever lived with himself seeing a fake smile on your face most days.

“You know I love you, right?” He blurted, making both of your eyes widen. Had he seriously just done that? Had he seriously confessed his love to you while the rest of your dance class waited to be dismissed? The air was still before he spoke again, “Could you do me a favor and beat the shit out of me?” He asked, making you giggle. Your joy was contagious and he found himself laughing too, in spite of the millions of emotions at confessing his love so suddenly.

You couldn’t fight the smile on your lips even if you tried. There was something so weightless about Jimin’s love, yet so meaningful. Where Yoongi had been intense and passionate, Jimin was bashful yet honest. It was this floaty feeling that made you lean up to his ears and whisper, “I love you too.” You beamed at him with a genuine smile and his heart soared.

“You do?” He asked excitedly, “You don’t have to, you know?” He reassured you and you could only chuckle.

“Oh well, if I don’t have to…” You joked as you moved to pull away from him, but he pulled you closer.

“I take it back- You have to.” He hurriedly spoke, “If… If you mean it.”

You nodded, a blissful smile on your face as you leaned up to kiss him, “I mean it, and it’s really nice being able to know you mean it too.” You whispered in his ear and in a moment of pure joy, he lifted you and spun you around, not caring about who saw or stared. You squealed at this, enjoying the moment of careless affection. He set you down with a slow kiss and you couldn’t help but melt into his form.

“You ready to go home?” He asked with a gleeful tone. You nodded excitedly and watched with hearts in your eyes as he dismissed the class with his hand in yours. He was always happy to display your relationship, even telling the professor in case he didn’t want Jimin grading your work. He announced it to the class with a blissful look and posted you all over any and all social media accounts he had. He had never been more proud to have someone by his side, and it made you emotional more than once. He held your hand in his as you walked to the car, swinging your arms just to hear your melodic laugh.

You checked your phone as Jimin closed the car door when you got in, “Oh, Hobi’s flight got delayed until tomorrow and Jin has to stay late tonight.” You mumbled, deep in thought for a moment, “And everyone else has something going on, so I guess it’s just me and you for dinner. One last night of freedom before you have to be busy too.” He placed a hand on your thigh as he drove and he'd be lying if he said he didn't have to mentally hype himself up to do it each time.

“Do you want to pick up dinner or just cook at home?” He asked cooly, masking his sheer glee at the domestic implications in his question.

You hummed, “I can cook something if you want,” You noted before a mischievous smile grew on your face, “My love.” You teased the pet name, making Jimin brake abruptly as he was getting out of the parking spot, his arm holding your body back from pushing forward. You gasped before you dissolved into laughter.

“Hey! Are you trying to make me crash?!” His face was beet red as he lectured you about car safety and how words can shake his whole world the whole ride home, and you had never been more enchanted by a flustered lecture in your life.

Eventually, he was finished lecturing you and the car was filled with laughter and light quips. He wondered how he ever lasted this long without you by his side, but he was glad he would no longer have to.

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ahundredtimesover · 4 years ago

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Friday Nights and Take-Out Drabble (3)

It’s not how I wanted to tell you but doesn’t mean I don’t mean it any less.

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: strangers to friends to lovers, popstar/idol!jk, fluff, angst, future smut; this is a dialogue-heavy series so read if you’re into that!

Warnings: foul language

Word count: 1,500 sorry

Series summary: You meet pop star/idol Jeon Jungkook at the cafe, you get close, and as Hyejin says, you’re like friends with benefits without the sex. But you’re bad at feelings and so is he.

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A/N: Fast forward to several months later with these two idiots-turned-lovebirds!

“Rock-paper-scissors! Winner decides if they want to choose the movie or the dinner tonight,” Jungkook says, right hand ready, bunny smile flashing through your phone screen.

You roll your eyes as you sit up from your upside-down position on the couch. “What are you, a child? Your game doesn’t even make sense.”

“Yes, your man-child boyfriend. And yes, it does. Now come on!” He urges you.

“Fine, only because you recognize yourself as such.”

He rolls his eyes this time.

He was late on the first try, making it not count. You usually go scissors after rock, which Jungkook knows - hence, why you often lose - but he didn’t this time.

“I win!” You say, surprised. “A bit rusty now, are we?” A smug look on your face. “We’re going with Winter Soldier tonight, babe,” you continue, his hopeful face turning into a disappointed one.

“But we watched Iron Man 2 the last time, shouldn’t we watch Iron Man 3 tonight?” He tries, towel wiping his sweaty face, their Friday night rehearsal having just ended. Months after the end of the tour, they’re still plenty busy and the month of February isn’t any different than the others.

Still, you’re happy with your arrangement. Regardless of how late they end on a Friday, Jungkook makes sure to come see you, with take-outs now a staple in your relationship. Until you both think you’re ready to go public, your little home is your little world for now.

“We’re not following any order, Kook. I win so I get to decide the movie. At least you get to choose dinner! I’m not particularly picky today. I just want me some Bucky,” you tease. He gives you a displeased look.

Something you’ve come to learn is that your jealous and competitive boyfriend will always try to one-up any person who gets your attention, regardless if they’re a fictional character or a real-life individual, regardless of gender too. He thinks he’s being subtle about it, which is the funny part, but Jungkook is anything but subtle. You’d mentioned one time how you liked Evan Rachel Wood’s undercut and he showed up 2 days later with his own undercut, in a bun. Do you like it? He’d asked later that night, lips all pouty. Safe to say it took all of you not to pounce on him the moment you saw him enter the bar.

“I just don’t like him because he did my man dirty,” he reasons. You respond with a laugh, “yeah, I hear you babe. It totally has nothing to do with me having a crush on him ”

“Baby, don’t tease me tonight, please. I’m tired and I miss you and I want to cuddle you in peace while we watch the definitely-not-best Marvel movie,” he pouts.

“Okay fine, we shall cuddle in peace, then if that’s what you want to do,” you give in, hearing the tiredness in his voice, and then bidding him goodbye.

If you didn’t miss him, you probably would’ve continued teasing him, but you do and you want nothing more than to have him next to you. It’s been two weeks since you’ve spent time together, after all.

Four months since you both got your head out of your asses and finally admitted your feelings to each other - and three since you told his agency, which was fortunately supportive - you and Jungkook have found your rhythm.

He’s still as busy, but nothing that video calls can’t solve, and still falls asleep on you over the phone after a long day at work, but you both always make time. He insists on spoiling you, despite knowing that a Chanel bracelet has got nothing on a whole strawberry shortcake, especially after a long day at work. You spoil him too in your own ways - buying him novelty items that remind you of him, stocking your pantry with his favorites, and of course, through kisses.

You didn’t think you could be this affectionate but you’ve long surprised yourself when it came to Jungkook. It seems as if every time you see him, you just want to shower his pretty little face with all the kisses you can possibly give. He enjoys this, partly for the fact that he likes seeing you be the needy one for a change and partly because, well it’s you and anything you give is more than enough for him. Except for an ‘I love you,’ though; somehow that isn’t part of the rhythm yet.

A little over an hour later, you hear the incessant knocking on your door and you jump from the couch. You open the door and take in how your boyfriend looks enveloped in his oversized black hoodie - hair damp, tired smile, but eyes still sparkling like the night sky. A shower of kisses later, you find yourselves on the floor, take-out food all but unwrapped.

He surprises you with your own favorites - ribeye steak and truffle pasta cooked by one of their chef friends who runs a restaurant that you definitely can’t afford, which also doesn’t do take-outs, to preserve food quality or something. But Jungkook, you’ve also learned, lives off of making you happy, and this is one of the ways that he, as he says, puts his stardom to “good use.”

You stare at him, eyes wide. “Babe, they gave us plates,” you say, confused and amused at the same time. “Food presentation or something, Chef Choi said,” he shrugs, but unable to help the smile on his face as your eyes scour the presentation on the table.

“We’ve been wanting to eat at his restaurant,” is all you say, still unable to process what he had done, not missing the extras included - cheese and artichoke dip and tomato soup. “These seem basic, are they even on the menu?”

He laughs. “Too basic to be on their menu, definitely, which is why he was able to whip them up,” he says proudly. “I just wanted to surprise you with something special.”

The twinkle in your eyes and the smile reaching them let him know he succeeded.

One bite into the steak and you feel like heaven. It has marbled well and tastes so scrumptious and tender, as if you’re having an orgasm in your mouth. It tastes expensive, too. You close your eyes and savor the flavor, juices spilling out with every movement of your mouth against the meat. You’ve never had steak this good, it actually makes you feel emotional.

“Fuck babe, this is so good I love you so much.”

Silence.

You open your eyes to see your boyfriend, mouth half parted, orbs even darker and rounder than you remember.

“Did you just tell me you love me… while eating steak?”

You cower on your side of the table, nervous at how he will take it. The words just slipped out of your mouth before you got to the next bite. It’s not that you don’t mean it; it’s because you do and want to at least tell him in a more romantic way than this. He’d survived practice until 10PM, made arrangements to get you a delectable dinner, and you tell him you love him like this - unfocused and unaware, prompted by food, of all things.

“Is that how much you love steak or how much you love me?” he asks, a smile slowly creeping up his face. “I was thinking maybe you’d say it while cuddling in bed or watching Crazy, Stupid, Love or even like, in the middle of sex or something but this… this is so unmistakbly you that I don’t think I can be more in love with you than I am this moment.” Now it’s his turn to look nervous.

You mirror his expression from earlier, senses suddenly heightened at what he’d just said.

“I…” he starts, unsure what to say next.

“I love you,” you repeat, unable to help the smile gracing your face. “It’s not how I wanted to tell you but doesn’t mean I mean it any less. But I do, for a while now,” you continue, hands playing with each other, teeth biting your lower lip.

“I love you,” he responds, suddenly calming your nerves. “I feel like I say it in my head too much that I’m scared you might just hear it,” he chuckles, eyes finding yours.

“Well, I’d like to hear it, everyday if possible,” you shyly smile. You becoming such a sap like this is a side-effect of dating Jungkook that you definitely don’t mind.

He easily pulls you by your waist and sandwiches you in between his legs, wrapping them around you and peppering your cheeks with kisses. He hugs you tightly and lays his chin on your shoulder. Nothing is better than this. He’s starting to think this is what he wants to come home to everyday. He lets the thought sink in; that’s a talk for another time.

“Anything for you, Y/N.”

part 4 || completed

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sweetestlamb · 4 years ago

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Unexpected

Summary: Accidental relationships are the worst.

Author's note: A silly little drabble(it's like 5k so idk if it's a drabble lol) I created based on an image @prodmina made for me, this is not related to BMTL at all-it's just a side dish I'm offering to my Junjin lovers. A few days ago we both noticed that these two don't really get much fluff without some angst(I'm guilty of this too so no judgement just an observation) Hence this was created, it's just a one-shot because this idea wouldn't leave my mind. This community is well fed but here's some more food for the hungry. And yes my page break this time is Sujin's sexy leg, I have no regrets.

They've been in the same school for as long as she can remember, her striving to be the best student only second to one and him seemingly showing up to drool on the nearest surface and give the female population heart palpitations. She's thankfully not one of his victims- having actual standards and a fully functional hippocampus; ergo while most girls are drawing hearts on their notebooks with Han Seojun opposite their name, she is turning her nose up at them judging them for their lack of foresight. A pretty face would only last for so long.

They stay out of each other's way, the only thing they have in common is Lee Suho- her childhood friend of many years and his best friends despite their varied differences. She and Suho haven't been spending much time together ever since she moved out with her mother, but he was still one of her oldest friend and someone she cared about. Long story short, they both spent years imprisoned with a monster and now they were free.

Her life was looking brighter, more technicolor and staying away from a thug like Han Seojun was only adding to its quality.

Which is why she's dumbfounded when they run into each other, at the most inopportune of time. She's walking home after her academy classes, being a pediatrician isn't going to be child's play and she has to take every possible advantage to make her dreams a reality. Without her father’s money backing her she has to accomplish this with her own merits, she is looking forward to proving him wrong.

Airpods in, she doesn't notice the group stalking her until it's too late. One by one they begin to surround her, leering at her body like she's a piece of meat on display- it makes the hairs on the nape of her neck raise in trepidation and disgust.

"Isn't it too late for a pretty girl like you to be wandering all alone outside?" The one she assumes is the leader croons, voice dripping in faux concern as he rubs his hands resembling a villian out of a 1940′s comic book.

She immediately begins to catalog how many of them there are, strategizing the best way to take them down. Fifteen of them. She can't fight them all, the best she can do is distract a few and make a run for it.

"Isn't it too early for vermin like you to be wandering the streets?" She replies snidely, rolling her eyes when they all whistle at her jab. This is such a pathetic end to her day, it's honestly beneath her.

"I'll make you regret that comment, you bitch!" Already with the name calling, this guy really was a cartoon villian and he couldn't even construct something creative to call her. instead choosing the most generic insult in the book. With a sigh she moves into a fighting position, fists raised guarding her face and legs apart.

"Let's just get this over with, you're sucking up all the air with that snout you call a nose." All she sees is his sneer and eyes huge in rage before he lunges at her, his movements are so predictable and she sidesteps kicking at the back of his knee swiftly. Then she grabs another arm that comes flying at her face cruelly twisting and flipping him over her body, his groan of pain music to her ears. She easily taking them out without breaking much of a sweat, she had been fighting since she was young and they were all clearly not trained fighters, just bumbling idiots playing gangster.

But then she hears the cold metallic click of a knife uncoiling. A shiver races down her spine. They really were low-lives, she hadn’t expected them to actually pull out a weapon.

"You need a knife to take on one girl? Can you even call yourself a gang?" The words are exactly the ones that are in her brain but she's not the one who utters them, a new voice has entered the fray. A familiar voice at that.

This day just keeps getting worst.

"Han Seojun, how about you mind your business we found her first she's ou--"

The rodent looking asshole never gets to finish his sentence as her leg comes flying at his face as she executes a perfect roundhouse kick, slicing through the air and landing devastating blow on his cheek sending him flying to the ground in a heap.

"Damn Sujin! And you call me a thug! I think you killed him." Seojun cries sputtering in disbelief motioning at the motionless body on the ground but she notes the impressed raise of his eyebrow. Like she needs him approval.

While the rest of the band of idiots are helping up their leader she realizes this is her chance, without a word to Seojun she takes off running. Easily jumping over one of her fallen attackers and stepping on his shoulder for momentum, he cries at her harsh treatment.

Turning back she sees Seojun deck a guy in the face knocking him out before he starts chasing after her, his long legs eating up the gap between them in no time, she's temporarily grateful that he's not the one chasing her the damn beanpole.

"Are you secretly a ninja or something?" She snorts at his terrified face, chucking when he keeps looking waiting for an answer as if he truly believes she might be. Nosy idiot.

"If I tell you, I'll have to kill you." She answers straight faced, watching as horror blossoms on his face and her musical laughter saturates the streets as she runs faster, he shakes his head at her smirking in reply.

It's the beginning of the end, but she had no idea.

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Somehow it becomes the catalyst they need to break the seal between them, she expects everything to go back to its rightful place- them ignoring the other’s presence as they've always done and only speaking when they had something rude to say, their normal. But as she's walking in the hallway she hears him shouting her name behind her, immediately all eyes in the hallway dart to them.

"Kang Sujin! Yah! I'm talking to you!" He garners the attention of everyone in the vicinity and she turns around, annoyance purposely all over her face. He needs to know that she is not amused with him.

"Yeah, people across town can hear you. What do you want?"

"Are you calling me loud?" He cries defiantly, obnoxiously even louder than before. The smirk on his face letting her know that it’s intentional, she aches to kick it off his face.

"Is the sky blue?" She sarcastically responds, waiting for him to catch up as they walk side by side.

"A better analogy to use would be is Han Seojun handsome?" She gags as he starts posing with a finger under his chin, in the distance she can hear high pitched squeals of his name.

She picks up her pace, regretting even giving him a moment of her time. She must have lost her mind for a moment, it wouldn’t happen again.

"No wonder you're single. Who could compete with your love for yourself? I have something to do so I'll leave first." She doesn't wait for his response, leaving to do nothing but that's none of his business.

But it doesn't end there, they just keep orbiting into each other. Their groups converging at lunch and when the boys are having a heated argument about who's the best character on Dragon Ball Z, they both passionately shout out "Vegeta!!" In unison making everyone turn to face them in shock that they've agreed on something. They stare at each other as flabbergasted before Seojun pushes his hand out, palm flat and expectant look on his face.

She simply stares back blankly, considering leaving him hanging just to see that stupid offended look he always gets around her but in the end she slaps her hand firmly against his, at least he was smart enough to know that Saiyan prince was the best.

Clap!

"Someone mark it on a calendar! Seojun and Sujin agreed on something!" Su-ah exclaims clapping her hands and smiling brightly, they both argue when several members at the table pull out their phones to commemorate the special occasion. She wrestles with Jukyeong, who's surprisingly strong and breaks free from her hold while sticking her tongue out.

"You're all so annoying!" They both explode again simultaneously, Seojun hanging off Chorong's arm as he tries to confiscate his phone, she glares at him for giving them another reason to laugh at them and Su-ah cheerily calls out, "Add that to the calendar too, they're so in sync!"

It's the worst lunch of her life, she kicks Seojun under the table. This was all his fault. Glaring when he kicks her back and they end up kicking each other until the period ends, oblivious to the stares around them.

At the end of the day she's eager to go home and do nothing, which is exactly when she feels someone tugging at her backpack forcefully dragging her backwards.

"Yah! Let go of me!" She cries out, slipping her arms out of her bag and turning around in a fighting position.

"At ease super soldier, it's just me." He replies as if that means anything, but she does lower her fists; marginally. To let him know she's ready to go at any minute.

"What do you want now?" She grumbles peering up at him and when he turns walking away with her backpack still in his arms, she chases after for that reason alone.

"I'm going to the arcade. They have the new Dragon Ball Z game."

She should go home and study, she promised herself she would review her notes from class today. She couldn't afford to slack off if she wanted a good life after all.

She opens her lips to say all of this, to remind him that they can't all be pretty boy models like him some of them actually had to work for a living but instead she hears, "Fine. You're buying me something to eat."

He begrudgingly agrees after complaining, "Aren't you rich? Why do I have to buy you food?" She skips off ignoring his rationale, only stopping when she sees his motorcycle parked in the lot. She's always wanted to ride a motorcycle.

"Let's take your bike." She says confidently, not leaving him any room to refuse.

He looks at her unimpressed before a cheeky smile spreads across his face, "You've always wanted to ride with me huh? Do you have dreams about it at night?" He teases her and she lazily watches him before walking up to him, looking directly into his eyes. He unconsciously takes a step back and she smirks, stepping closer again.

" Are you nervous? Scared I might really be having dreams about you?" She watches his Adam's apple bob apprehensively before smacking him quickly on his cheek, he jolts in surprise.

"You wish pretty boy. Now get the keys, I don't have all day."

He gulps before snapping back to reality, wordlessly starting his bike.

The entire school watches as they ride off together, her arms wrapped tight around his waist the wind whipping through her hair. She's never felt anything so exhilarating.

Their lives become entangled, it's the only way to describe it somewhat accurately. She goes to his house for weekly dinners and sometimes her mom comes too, his mom is a great cook while hers can barely boil water. It's a win-win scenario. They also study together, his grades aren't horrific but they could be better. There isn't much ceremony, he stomps over telling some boy he needs that seat and she watches as the poor kid scrambles, grabbing all his book and running away apologizing the entire way.

"You have good grades right?" He says matter-of-fact less of a question and more of a statement before he pulls out actual textbooks from his bag. She rolls her eyes before nodding and turning back to her own studies. They study every Tuesday and Wednesday, he's always on time and treats her to tteokbokki. so she allows this transgression.

She knows immediately why he asked for help when she sees his math test magnetized to his refrigerator door, big red A- circled. His mother brags about his score all throughout dinner, even cheering for her when Seojun informs her that she got an A+ on the same assignment. They both blush as she gushes about how smart they are.

When the nightmares get too realistic and she can’t handle it alone anymore, he drops her off to therapy sessions and brings her to the gym after so she can release all her anger on a punching bag. He never asks her what's wrong but he drops her home after and the silence is comfortable between them.

They both never mention their dads but she goes to the cemetery with him and stands quietly as he pays his respect and takes him to get ice cream after, the dinner with his family after is somber but she wouldn't rather be anywhere else.

They never discuss what exactly is going on between them, they're just there for each other and that's enough.

At least she thought it was.

It's stupid but ever since they became...closer he's been getting more confessions than usual even for him they pour down like rain. Multiple girls a day sometimes as if they took numbers and decided to go in order, she dodges them at every turn but there's always a tinge in her chest and she contemplates going to the nurse because there must be something medically wrong with her.

She can barely taste the fried pork as she watches another girl shuffle over to their table, giant red heart box pressed tight against her chest as she approaches Seojun. His friends all notice and are chanting his name, elbowing and shouldering him excitedly.

“Han Seojun! Han Seojun!”

Su-ah suddenly places a warm hand on her knee, she looks at her in shock. Fear gripping at her as the other girl stares at her with gentle comforting eyes. She pushes the hand away. She doesn’t need comfort, she is fine. Fine.

Her throat tightens as the confession starts.

"Han Seojun, I-I've liked you since last year. Willyougooutwithme?" This isn't new, they usually lose their nerve at the end sputtering out their feelings all over him. She never sticks around long enough to hear his answers, but this time she has no choice; if she leaves that would be suspicious. It would give people the wrong impression.

She swallows her blueberry milk, he'd tossed it at her this morning saying he bought the wrong one. Coincidentally that was her favorite. It taste like chalk now on her tongue.

"Sorry, I'm not interested." He answers truly sounding apologetic, she shifts in her seat, pointedly staring at her food. Stifling her smile by stuffing cold noodles into her mouth.

There is a long silence as the cafeteria watches, all waiting for the girl’s reaction. Usually there are tears, loud wailing cries and pleading for another chance, but sometimes they are silent as they walk off heartbroken, friends waiting to soothe them.

The girl sighs, but unlike the others who usually scurry away, she speaks again, "Can I ask why? Do you already like someone?"

A thrumming energy fills the room following her question, girls all looking around at each other, preening hopeful that they've captured the heart of the resident bad boy. She just wants this uncomfortable moment to end already, it's giving her indigestion.

"Yes. I like someone."

It feels like a sledgehammer to her chest, ignoring Su-ah's hand clutching at hers she stands up grabbing her tray. Nobody pays her any mind besides her two best friends, she weakly smiles at them, "I'm all done. I'm gonna head to the library I'll see you both later."

She tosses out her tray viciously, forcing herself not to look back.

Avoiding him isn't easy, he's always there waiting for her or texting her to ask why she isn't coming over for dinner because his mother made her favorite. She's never lied to him before but she finds herself doing just that, feigning illnesses and late night classes. Which only results in him offering to bring her soup and give her a ride to said classes. Like she said their lives were for lack of a better word, entangled.

But she sticks to it, keeping her distance from him as she tries to understand why exactly she's doing this. He's her friend she should be happy that he likes someone, he was an idiot but it was probable that the feeling was mutual. He would finally have a girlfriend, someone to fill the spot she had been temporarily occupying. Someone he could bring home for dinners and someone to accompany him at his father's grave. Someone to talk to late at nights when he had a nightmare about losing his family and couldn’t fall asleep. Someone, not her.

"I'm happy for him. I should be feeling sorry for the poor girl he likes." She whispers to herself, aimlessly scrolling on her phone. Instagram has been a great source of distraction lately. As soon as she opens the app she sees a red dot pop up, a notification. She taps it seeing that she's been tagged in a photo, then another notification pops up and another and another and they start coming in too quickly for her to keep up.

"What the hell?" She admonishes aloud, clicking randomly on one of the notifications ready to see what's causing such an uproar.

It's a picture of her.

She remembers the day clearly, Seojun had forced her to go with him to a new diner that specialized in American cuisine, all so he could stuff his face with pancakes. She had no clue he'd taken a picture of her. Something that feels butterflies flutters in her stomach as she reads his caption.

How do you get a princess to forgive you?

Was this some kind of joke? What the hell was he thinking? She bulks at all the likes and comments on the photo after only two hours, she'd never gotten that much attention on a photo but she rarely posted pictures of her face. There were a lot of creeps online.

Nervously she taps to view the comments, it's a mixed bag of reactions. Girls she's never met before cursing her very existence as if she's a threat to their imaginary relationship with him and the very same creeps that caused her not to post selfies on her page posting disgusting sexual comments.

She instinctively taps to reply to rip them to shreds before she realizes that Seojun has already replied to every comment from a guy, threatening them explicitly and a few comments are even accusing him of deleting comments. There are a few comments calling her pretty but those are few and far in between and usually they are attacked in their replies by other jealous fan girls.

Anger bubbles in her gut, what the fuck was he thinking posting a picture of her for all these vipers to see?

Impulsively she taps the screen harshly, fingers flying across her keyboard.

Delete this now. Are you insane? Who are you calling a princess?!

Almost immediately she regrets her rash decision as comments flood in.

How dare you talk to oppa like that?

Oppa see she doesn't deserve you!

Who is this snotty bitch?

You're not pretty enough to be this stuck up honestly, no offense.

You should be happy a hot guy is posting you, ungrateful.

She's tempted to reply to each comment, who did think they were talking to, she wasn't some pushover, let's see if they would have this much gall to say this to her face. She'd taken on a gang of would be thugs, she had no problem beating some sense into some bitches.

But they're not worth her time or energy.

Swiping the app close, she takes a calming breath. Counting to three. Then five. Then ten. Then twenty. When her anger is nothing but a low thrum beneath her skin, she opens her contacts going to get favorites and clicking his name, bringing her phone to her ears.

"Finished ignoring me princess?" He answers smoothly, sounding far too relaxed for all the trouble he's caused. She wants to wring his neck.

"Have you lost your mind?" She cuts to the chase, huffing angrily as her phone buzzes with more notification. "Han Seojun you better delete that picture right now!"

"You've been ignoring my calls and texts and pretending you don't see me at school. What else was I supposed to do?" She can hear the strain in his voice, but he doesn't sound angry, no that's his hurt voice.

"I've just been busy. You didn't need to do something this... extreme."

He scoffs, clearly not believing her excuse. It sounds weak to even her own ears, they'd gotten too close they made time for each other, doing the most mundane things together, he even helped her clean her house sometimes and she would regularly help him shop for groceries.

"Come open your door. I think we need to talk."

He hangs up after his statement, leaving her to stare at her phone in shock.

"That little piece of shit." She curses, running a hand through her hair before she hops out of bed, running to open her apartment door. She slows down as she nears the door, not wanting him to think her too eager. She's not.

Running her hand through her hair again, she slowly pulls open the door. A breath swooshes through her lips at the sight of him, she's been avoiding him so much it's overwhelming to be staring at him directly like this.

They stare at each other, the air unexpectedly charged between them as their gazes meet.

"It's rude to leave someone standing outside." He quips finally, pressing past her before she can reply to his complaint, she huffs in annoyance stepped aside to give him entry.

Familiarly he toes off his boots, putting on the slippers her mom had purchased for him after his presence became more constant. Then he strides across the small space of her living room, sitting on her couch and glancing at her expectantly. She closes her door with a sigh, walking over and sitting in the single love seat. He stares at her hard. She struggles to keep his gaze.

"What did I do? Whatever it is, I'm sorry. If you tell me what it is, I probably won't do it again."

She's so taken back by his immediate apology that she stupidly focuses on the least important word in the sentence, "Probably?"

He shrugs in reply, "I like pushing your buttons. You like it too. So I can’t make promises until I know what I did.”

She can't argue with his assessment, they did have a very unusual relationship built on mutual sarcasm and backhanded compliments. They both were masters of never truly saying what they were thinking or feeling, too scared of rejection to make the final jump of fate. So they just kept crashing into each other, prodding and poking without recognizing why.

"I'm not mad at you." She admits, she has no reason to be upset. He hadn't done anything besides like someone else, that wasn't a crime. Unless the judge was her heart and then he had committed the most heinous of crimes.

"Then why are you avoiding me?" The crux of it all, she was avoiding him because he forced her to acknowledge the secret she'd kept so hidden even she was unaware of it until it hit her over the head.

"Why do you care so much?" She counters defensively, feeling naked under his penetrating stare.

He laughs coldly, "Answering my question with a question. Never took you for a coward Kang Sujin."

She bristles at the snide remark, who was he to call her a coward?

"If I'm a coward why are you here? Why post my picture on your Instagram? Don't you like someone, why are you here bothering me!" She hisses at him, each word gradually increasing in volume until she's screaming at his blank face. Then he starts laughing, pure unhindered laughter from his belly that stings her ears. She made herself too obvious.

"Aren't you supposed to be smart?"

"What do you mean by tha-" He cuts her off before she can finish shouting, "How do you not know that I was talking about you?"

Her voice drains like water slipping down a sink as she hears the words he said, she blinks before her mouth falls open in shock.

"Was I really letting you tutor me? What was I thinking?" He laments to the ceiling, mocking her but she's too riled up now already climbing out of her seat and striding over to him. He jolts backwards as she places her hands on his shoulders, searching his face and delighting at his wide eyes before climbing into his lap. He wheezes but his hand immediately latch onto her hips. She stares at him closely, eyes trailing from his hypnotic eyes, down to his lifted pert nose and lingering on his full plush lips.

"You like me." She states, watching how his eyes flutter shut before landing on her own lips.

"I thought it was very clear. Who else could I have been talking about, I spend all my time with you."

He's right, they did spend a lot of time together prior to her self-preserving decision to avoid him like the plague. She hadn't realized when her feelings for him had changed, thinking they were simply friends the entire time. A friend that she thought about constantly, who she wanted to spend all her time with and sometimes she's idly imagine kissing or holding his hand. She certainly hasn't expected anything.

But here he was offering. She wasn’t a good enough person to turn it down.

"I'm going to kiss you. Stop me if you don't want that." She states boldly, now that she knows this is on the table, he's on the table she is practically starving and all her doubts have transformed into the desire, the desire to touch and be touched. He glances at her, his patented 'are you stupid?' stare and she laughs before smashing their lips together. It's hard and a little uncomfortable, with their lips just roughly pressed together and she wonders if they're doing it right before his hands stroke her cheeks, tilting her head as he slows down the kiss until it's sweeter and softer and oh, is that his tongue? He swipes at her sealed lips and she only hesitates for a moment before slowly opening and allowing him entrance.

This takes the kiss to another level, as her head swims at his flavor- something spicy and earthy irrevocably Seojun that she finds addicting and she eagerly sticks her tongue into his mouth, licking at his moist cavern. Wet smacks fill the air as they suck at each other's face, his large hands nearly circling her waist entirely she shivers at the touch, feeling small and delicate in his arms. He reaches up a hand to caress her hair and she mimics the move, pushing her hand through his thick hair tugging at the end of his mullet. When they break apart, panting into each other's mouths she feels like her soul has been set ablaze.

"Since you're so smart I guess I don't have to tell you how I feel." She says trying to regain her composure and her breath, her lungs feel winded like she's run a marathon.

"Of course not. Everyone likes me, you're no exception." He replies cockily and she groans in exaggerated disgust pushing him away and clamoring out of his lap, but he tightens his grip with a deep chuckle easily manhandling her until they are laying on her couch, her back to his front. His breath is hot on her neck.

"My mom will be home soon, we can't stay like this." She warns reaching back to move his arm which is digging into her back, dragging his arm over her waist and squirming until she's comfortable.

"I know. We still have an hour. She's working overtime tonight."

Of course he knows her mom's schedule, she tries to smother her smile. She fails but nobody seems so she'll take it as a partial victory.

He reaches over her, grabbing the remote before switching on Netflix and putting on a movie they'd started before but never finished because she had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He had complained about her drooling on his favorite sweater the next day at school, as she shushed him and people looked over at the odd pair.

"You're gonna delete that picture right?" She asks, only barely focused on the movie too distracted by his warmth behind her. She has to smother a moan when he starts stroking aimlessly on her waist. His fingertips igniting her skin in a warm burn that travels to her heart and lower.

"Humph why can't I have a picture of my girlfriend on my page?"

She turns around immediately, "Girlfriend? Who said anything about that," she rebuttals watching his eyes narrow until they're barely slits. She doesn't hate that look on him.

"You kiss someone who isn't your boyfriend like that?" She blushes at him mentioning that, the kiss still very vivid in her mind, her lips still tingling.

"Shut up." She huffs punching him in the chest, but he catches her hand and yanks her close until they're chest to chest, noses almost touching, lips a hair's breadth apart.

"I'm going to kiss my girlfriend, stop me if you don't want it." He echoes her earlier words, gripping the back of her head as he stares at her a clear challenge, smirking when she doesn't move away before he devours her lips again. She groans around his tongue in her mouth, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as their lips slide wetly against each other.

When the jingle of keys sound several minutes later, she tumbles off the couch frantically as her mom pushes the door open. She wipes her lips, before looking up at Seojun; he looks wrecked- hair tussled and sticking up in different directions, his cheeks are burning red looking hot to the touch and his lips are sore and wet. Her heart does a somersault in her chest at the sight.

Fuck. That's my boyfriend.

She lets him keep the photo on his account in the end, it keeps the hungry fan girls away and guys leave her alone for the most apart. She ignores his smirk when he sees her comment under the photo.

To everyone who has something to say, Han Seojun is mine. If you have a problem with that, come say it to my face.

Nobody ever comes to say it to her face.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous princess.” He teases her, and she scoffs at him, “You’re one to talk, didn’t you almost get into a fist fight today because someone commented that they wanted to ‘tap that’?”

He growls at the memory of that, only the principal strolling in had stopped him.

“You guys are perfect for each other, both deadly and gorgeous.” Su-ah adds gleefully pushing her way between them and linking arms on both sides.

She pushes his hand away when he immediately reaches for her, “Yah! Give me back my girlfriend!” He whines desperately trying to circumvent Su-ah and grab her hand, whining loudly about third wheels and people trying to get in the way of true love.

She’ll never get tired of hearing that.

She was Han Seojun's girlfriend and he was her boyfriend, everyone could stay mad.

#true beauty #true beauty kdrama #han seojun #kang sujin #junjin #junjin superiority #the power they hold #I would kill for a season 2 focused on them #fluff #first kiss #park yoona #hwang inyeop #idiots to usdiots

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renaxwrites · 4 years ago

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basket boy || yamaguchi tadashi

Pairing | Yamaguchi x GN! reader

Genre | fluff

Summary | You never knew how valuable 10 dollars was...that is, until you scored a date with your crush.

a/n: You ever sit there and randomly get a flashback from a movie you’ve watched/book you’ve read a looong time ago, and have a sudden urge to rewatch/reread? Basically what happen to me lol, hence why I wrote this little drabble. Remember that basket boy scene from Flipped? I felt Tadashi was perfect for this one <3

You found myself obsessing over the Basket Boy auction. Which lead to further thoughts about your crush Yamaguchi. Recently it was discovered him, along with the other volleyball first-years, had made this year’s First-Year Basket Boys list. Sure, seeing his name on the list sent your heart in a flutter, but why should you participate? The Basket Boys is something that’s literally selling these boys off, good intentions or not! As much as you daydreamed about sharing good food and conversations with the boy, it just isn’t right.

On the morning of the auction, you were on edge. You found yourself, without even knowing how it happened, staring at your allowance. You often helped your neighbors with pet-sitting whenever needed, but you didn’t think bonding with cats and dogs would come back to bite you. But alas! You conjured up a strategy. It was simple: if you left you money at home, you’d leave temptation with it.

But it was easier said than done. The second you step out of your house, you ran into your neighbor.

“Y/n! Y/n!! I’m so sorry it took me this long to get this to you, but thank you for helping me with the watching my feisty pooch again last week. Here you go!”

“It’s okay, I don’t need it! I was glad to help.”

After a few minutes of polite bartering, she gently forces the money into your hand and waves you off, bidding you a safe trip to school.

So much for that strategy, then.

As if it couldn’t get any more complicated, a couple of fellow classmates came up to you in a frenzy. “Is it true you’re going to bid? Someone saw you with a wad of cash this morning! How much do you have??” they pushed teasingly.

“It’s none of your business, and I’m not bidding anyway. The construct of having a people auction is just unfair.” You simply end it at that.

You find your seat next to your best friend, who eases you with an encouraging smile. You laugh at their reasoning of enjoying the auction, which was solely for the purpose of ditching class for a while.

A teacher gives a boisterous welcome to everyone to the assembly, then brings out the lineup of the Basket Boys.

Your mind was set on being firm on your no-bidding decision, but your heart said another. You claimed you didn’t care, yet seeing Yamaguchi walk out on the stage in his jacket and tie, holding his picnic basket, set your heart thumping ablaze.

And before you knew it, Yamaguchi’s number was called. But you weren’t worried. He was genuine and kind, so you were sure there would be several bidders!

“Yamaguchi is a member of the Karasuno Volleyball Club, and his hobbies include computer coding whenever he isn’t playing in volleyball matches. Alright! Who’ll give me ten dollars?”

Silence.

You look around in confusion. It didn’t make sense! Yamaguchi was genuine to everyone, yet there was a cutthroat bidding was over the tsundere Tsukishima and Kageyama not even five minutes ago?! And they didn’t even look like they wanted to be here!

You turn to your friend and whisper-shout, “Why isn’t anyone bidding, he’s so nice!”

“Exactly. Right now girls are only into guys who aren’t into them. Some logic right?” She explains sarcastically.

After another minute passes with no bids, you see Yamaguchi shrink a bit, shy and defeated. Well, not on your watch!

“Ten dollars,” you raise your hand.

“Sold!”

You were about to mentally scold yourself for giving into your temptation, but stop as you see Yamaguchi’s reaction. As soon as he saw it was you who bid, he was instantly rejuvenated in some confidence, along with sporting a deep blush.

Once the auction came to a close, the Basket Boys and their dates were ushered into a fancier room, where the dining would take place.

You sit across from your date. A beat of silence goes by, comfortable and awkward at the same time.

“I want to thank you for bidding on me...You didn’t have to you know. Not that I don’t enjoy your company or anything! You’re amazing! Argh, I mean, I know you probably did because you felt bad or something...” Tadashi utters as he finds interest in fiddling with his tie.

“No, I wanted to. This will be fun!”

You take a minute to revel in the delicious picnic he brought, which was the silent component of opportunity to strike up a conversation.

“So, I hear you’ve got a killer serve...what is it called? A ‘float serve’? Sorry, I don’t know the exact term!” You admit.

“Yeah! Me and an alum have been working on it. I’m not exactly the best at it yet, but I think I’ve definitely improved from the first time I tried it.” He instantly lights up, going into depth of his progress from the past few months.

The longer he talked about his passion, the more you swore you saw the stars in his eyes. He waved his hands around to showcase some technique he used. You never knew it was possible to fall for someone even more, just based on their mannerisms.

“Sorry! I’m going on too much about myself. What about you?”

You jolted out of your thoughts, just in time for him not to notice you were staring. On beat, you start sharing stories on how you care for several neigbors’ pets, making sure to highlight your how much you love doing it. You end up throwing in a few funny stories, succeeding in getting Yamaguchi to let loose and laugh.

“Moral of the story, I’ll never wear anything shiny around that cat again. Lesson learned!” you chuckle.

“Hey, well at least you survived! You’re amazing at what you do,” he replies in awe.

“The way I see it, we all have our own ways to shine. You with volleyball and computing, me with animals. We’re different, but in unique ways,” you take another sip of your drink.

“So cute...”

You look up. “I’m sorry?”

In one second, Yamaguchi went from endearingly staring at you, cheek resting on palm, to thumping his forehead on the edge of the table.

“Did you really hear that?” Thump. “I didn’t mean to say that...” Thump. “Not that you’re not cute or anything! I just- ugh, you probably think I’m weird now.” Thump.

You were in shock, alright. Your crush thinks you’re cute? You silently thank the heavens above while pondering how to respond without freaking him out.

“Well, if we’re basing the term ‘weird’ on that statement, then I guess I’m weird too.”

He bashfully peeks at you from the edge of the table. “What do you mean, y/n?”

Now it was your turn to blush. “I...think you’re cute too, Tadashi.”

After a few minutes of tiptoeing around the situation, the two of you discover your feelings for the other. By the time it was announced the dates were over, you and Yamaguchi walked out, with linked pinkies.

You giddily look at him and admit, “Best ten dollars I’ve ever spent.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! imagines #yamaguchi tadashi #tadashi yamaguchi #yamaguchi tadashi x reader #yamaguchi x reader #tadashi x reader #yamaguchi tadashi imagines #yamaguchi imagine #yamaguchi tadashi fluff #yamaguchi fluff #rena imagines

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scribbledquillz · 3 years ago

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I was tagged by @m-m-m-myysurana for this AO3 / fanfic author meme - thank you so much for thinking of me, my dear!

How many works do you have on AO3?

I'm currently sitting at twelve, though two of them are long fics that I've unfortunately had to abandon. I also have a one-shot that I initially thought would only be a drabble I'll most likely be posting there once it's complete, but we shall see.

What’s your total AO3 words count?

Oh man. I've never actually looked at this number until now. My total word count is 142,894. Holy cow.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Yikes. So I've only recently gotten back into writing fanfic regularly again, which means my new main work (Your Fire Burns in my Veins iffin you'd like to check it out. ;3) which I'd say is the best show of my current writing skill is not among the fics I've gotten the most kudos on. What I'm getting at is if you click on these, know I'm really glad that you're interested in them, but also wincing, lol.

1. Under The Stars - An old fluff piece from the very beginning of my infatuation with Revka and Zevran as a ship. Written as a "drabble" prompt that got out of hand fast.

2. To Conspire With an Antivan - Alas, one of the two long fics I needed to abandon, hence why I won't link to it. It had promise, but my writing and pov on so many things have grown past what I was doing in this fic, and I'd rather let it lie than try to go back in to fix it or start over.

3. Acquiescence - Ohhhhh thar be F!Hawke/Fenris angst here. I wrote this for a kink meme fill (are those still a thing? am I just showing my age here?) forever ago.

4. In Plain Sight - I've written a lot of smut in my day, but I'm only now realizing how little of it I've actually posted. Aside from needing to fix that (I'm shameless) this is one of the few that was shared - another Revka / Zevran piece pre reworking both of Revka's origin and timeline. Still plenty spicy - Zev gets some special attention behind a tapestry. *wink wink*

5. No Way Out - Ok. Look. I love zombies. And what do I love more than zombies? Writing F!Hawke and the Kirkwall crew in an apocalypse. I regret nothing.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely! I want the readers who take the time to comment to know how much their words mean to me and how big a motivator they are for me to keep writing when I doubt myself or the stories I'm telling.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Well, given that my fic where my mage Hawke is captured after the Chantry explosion and made tranquil is one of the two long fics I needed to abandon, I'd say Acquiescence would have the most angst. Though I wanted to go out of my way to show there was no bitterness or anything of the like involved at the end - more just sad acceptance. That being said the rest of my fics do (and will) continue to end with a more hopeful conclusion.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Since I haven't finished YFBimV (and won't for some time) I'd have to say it would have to be my one-shot Reassurances. It was a gift fic with an OT3 of Hawke, Fenris and Isabela, and was just such a nice, soft moment for the trio to reaffirm they're all exactly where they want to be.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

I haven't as of yet, and most likely won't. It would have to be a very specific type of crossover.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Oh thank God no. I've got a thicker skin than I used to when it comes to my writing, but I'd definitely still cry like a baby.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Heh heh heh. Yeeeep. And I intend to write more. >:3 I've done mostly f/m smut, but also f/f as well.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, and ngl I think I'd be more flattered than angry if I did - not flattered enough not to report it, but still flattered.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not a fic, though the timeline of YFBimV was developed (and continues to be developed) with the help of my friend @pathosian, who was so kind as to let me borrow her Kerrigan Hawke to play Barbies with.

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Zevka Zevka Zevka Zevka Zevka Zevka Zevka Zevka

But I also deeply appreciate any Zevwarden ship out there because my man deserves happiness. I also really love Fenris/Hawke (especially mage Hawke), and am getting more and more invested in Varric/Adaar as I think up my new Inquisitor. Out of DA fandom I am also an unrepentant Zuko/Katara shipper. But lbr - I love ships in general.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Ahhh I mentioned them above. Some things just aren't meant to be, sadly.

What are your writing strengths?

I really feel like I do a good job at nailing down character voices. The way they speak, their body language, the expressions they tend to make, and if writing from their POV what their internal monologue tends to be in any given situation.

I also feel really confident in my ability to write highly emotional moments; describing the physical response an emotion brings out in a character, how they react internally vs how they express their reaction outward, that kind of thing. It's my favorite part of writing fic.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Ugh. Action. Not just in fight scenes (though those are a hell of a struggle) but in calmer moments too. I always second guess myself if something is too detailed or not enough when it comes to writing out how something happens.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

It doesn't bother me personally. I do use it a little myself, but generally only as flavoring, or (favorite trope ahead) when a character isn't ready to give words to how they feel about something/someone and so say it in their native tongue instead. *cough* Zevran *cough* I use it pretty sparingly, though.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I'm having a sudden, violent flashback to 12 year old me giggling to myself as I write bad Harry Potter fanfic under my blankets at 1 am on a school night.

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Oh gosh. I had the most fun writing No Way Out (because zombies) but is it tacky to say Your Fire Burns in my Veins? I've been shipping Revka with Zevran for aaaaaages now, and it's really satisfying to finally be putting the whole of their story to word rather than just bouncing around disjointedly in my head.

Thank you so much again for the tag, @m-m-m-myysurana, this was a lot of fun to do!

I'll go ahead and tag: @heniareth, @lorioganneb and @calebara as well as anyone else who wants to have a go at this! Please tag me, I'd love to read your answers. :3

#about lilou #lilou writes #the total word count blew my mind #I've done. a lot of fic writing. lol

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drabblesanddreams · 6 years ago

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Endless nights- Dazai Osamu x Reader

Hey everyone! I’m back with another drabble although this one ended up being longer then i originally planned. Anyways it’s my first time writing for Dazai and I’m still not used to writing in general so please leave any feedback if you can:) I’d like to improve my writing as well as writing Dazai’s character as it’s actually quite hard to capture.

There’s probably a lot of mistakes too as i couldn’t bring myself to reread it again lmfao

Fandom: Bungou stray dogs

TW: none

Summary: Basically a suicidal bandaged freak breaks into your apartment in the middle of the night.

Word count: 1.7k

Somewhere, in the city of Yokohama, lied a sleeping figure, all curled up in the warmth of their bed as the moon shined in through the small window overhead the bed. That person in question would be [name] who was sleeping soundly in the comfort of their room.

It had been quite the tiring day, you see, [name] worked in the Armed Detective Agency as a detective which was amazing as it was tiring. [name] almost received a fatal blow in the last mission but was thankfully removed from harm’s way by Atsushi’s quick thinking.

They had luckily managed to escape with a few scraps here and there, hence why [name] had gone to sleep a little bit earlier then they were used to.

Suddenly, a loud crash broke the serene silence and caused the once asleep detective to shoot up from their bed.

Wincing at the ache that followed from their wounds, [name] quickly rubbed the sleep out of their eyes as their heart hammered intensively in their chest. It seemed as if there was an intruder in the apartment.

God damn it, [name] really did not have time for this.

Quietly slipping out from under the thin cotton sheets, [name] quietly crept to the closet door on the opposite side of the room.

Carefully wrapping their hand around the doorknob, the [colour] haired detective pulled it open. A loud creak was drawn from the movement and [name] winced. Out of all the things in the world, if this was how they were to die, [name] would be royally pissed.

The [eye colour] individual crouched down, quickly reaching their hands into the closet and rummaged through the miscellaneous objects, trying to seek the object in question. Finally, [name] pulled out their worn-out bat and stood up swiftly and tiptoed out of their bedroom.

Another sound was heard, this time sounding like broken glass. [Name] nervously brushed a stray strand of their [hair color] hair. Out of all the apartments in Yokohama, why did it have to be me? The young detective thought miserably as they internally wept.

Holy hell, they wouldn’t admit to this anybody, but they were quite terrified right now. Take someone out, okay no problem that they can do. But this situation felt like a scene right out of a horror film.

[name] tensed as they heard footsteps come down their way and quickly, [name] pressed themselves against one side of the corner of the wall by their room.

Okay, [name] thought as the sounds grew louder, on the count of three.

One…

Two…

THREE!

Screaming out of pure fright, [name] rounded the corner quickly and squeezed their eyes shut as they swung the bat down with all the strength they could muster.

A loud smack filled the apartment, inducing a pained shot.

“OW! [name]-chan, what was that for?!”

Blinking haphazardly, [name] tried to place the familiar voice before their eyes widened marginally. Quickly, their hand shot to the wall and flicked the light switch on.

Holyfuckingshit, “Dazai?!” [name] cried out in disbelief at the site before her. In all his glory stood The Dazai Osamu, bandages and all. He was crouched slightly as his hand was covering his nose, “[name]-chan why would you hit me!” he whined out. But the shock was gone from [name]’s system and instead anger replaced the feeling.

“Why did you break into my apartment, you suicidal maniac!!” the smaller person in question shot forward, grabbing onto the taller man’s shoulders and shook them slightly.

“[name]-chan, Wait wait wait! I have a perfectly reasonable explanation!” he exclaimed back, flinging his hands wildly in the air. [name] ceased their actions and removed their hands from the brunette.

The [hair colour] detective took a step back, crossing their arms as they squinted their eyes suspiciously, daring the taller man to go on.

“You see,” he started, “I had this incredible idea!”

“I was walking home before I stumbled upon this gorgeous river,” he continued dramatically and [name] narrowed their eyes further. This better not be what I think it is They thought.

“And I was thinking, seeing as you’re a beautiful [gender], you could aid me in what could be the perfect double-suicide!”

He earned another hit to the face for that one.

“Stop laughing! I’m angry!”

“I'm sorry but you're really cute like this.”

“Yeah, and you're really cute with a bruised nose.”

Dazai was now seated at the round table of [name]’s kitchen, watching the small figure angrily mutter to themselves as they rummaged somewhat violently through the freezer.

There was no doubt in mind that [name] was still quite annoyed by what or who exactly abruptly woke them up from their peaceful sleep.

[name] stood up suddenly before glaring at Dazai and whipping a small bag of chilled vegetables at his face.

“Here,” they grumbled as they took the seat before Dazai, sitting down. A brief pause followed,

“May I propose, [name]-chan, treating me from this awful wound,” he proposed, “one that has not just wounded my exterior but also wounded my heart!” he finished lamely, pressing a hand to his chest as if he was really wounded. [name] rolled their eyes at him, “No”.

“But-“

“No.”

“But!”

Dammit, [name] felt their resolve weaken in response to the adorable pout that Dazai looked at them with. [name] averted her gaze from his beautiful brown eyes and quickly reached for the bag in his hand’s, “Fine you baby, if it gets you to shut up.”

Ignoring the shit eating grin on his face, [name] pressed the cool bag to his face a little more forcefully than necessary, smirking when it drew a whine from the other detective, “[Name]-chan! So cruel!” he cried out.

After a few minutes, [name] withdrew the pack from his face, leaning in to inspect the damage that was done.

From this distance, [name] could make out the several shades of brown in his eyes which were oh so beauty-No, this was not the time.

Dazai smirked, “[Name]-chan, if you wanted to get this close to me all you had to do was ask” he purred suavely, hands making their way to their hips.

Slapping one of his hands away, [name] ignored the protests from the man while leaning back in their chair sighing exasperatedly, “Why are you even here?” [name] inquired.

“I told you, I-“ Dazai started but was swiftly cut off. “No, you idiot,” [name] rolled their eyes, “why are you really here?”

His expression briefly morphed into one that resembled desolation before he glanced out the window of the small kitchen. Judging by the silence that followed, [name] thought that he was just going to stay silent before he then spoke.

“Say, [name],” his voice lowered, “Why do people fear losing something that they do not even possess”.

All signs of humour were gone from his face and instead, he looked back blankly, eyes strangely empty. [name] was stunned for a moment, it was rare that Dazai’s joking persona would drop and [name] was unprepared every time.

When a minute passed without [name]’s response, the remaining hand on [name]’s hip gripped onto the cloth of their pajama and he looked at them with an expression they couldn’t identify, pleading silently for something that [name] was unable to provide.

There was something [name] was clearly missing, his actions eluding to a concept beyond [name].

[name] looked wordlessly at him, as his gaze shifted to one of the several scratches on their face from the mission the day before.

[name] felt their cheeks heat up and their heart pounded away strangely.

[name] looked down, thinking back to when she received her injuries. Dazai had been uncharacteristically silent back then before he teased them relentlessly once they were healed up.

Of course, all [name] could remember was his lingering touches as he slung his arm around, they or the way he stared at them with an unreadable expression when he thought they wouldn’t notice.

The irrational part of their mind brought up the idea that maybe he cared for them like really cared for them. [name] diminished the thought as soon as they thought it, no, it would be silly of them to think that.

Dazai was someone who was bigger than they were, he was not that simple of a man to simply like someone. He was a mystery that [name] was consistently trying to solve.

[name] shifted uncomfortably in their chair, as they struggled to meet his gaze again. Why the hell would he ask them such a question, and more importantly, how were they supposed to respond when he looked at them like that?

“I..” [name] dropped their gaze downwards and just as they got the bravery to reply, Dazai stood up abruptly. “Just kidding!” he sang sticking out his tongue cutely. [name] blinked blankly at the sudden change of tone, his mask back on.

“Anyways, I should let you go back to bed, my dear [name]-chan,” he teased, “otherwise you won’t get your beauty sleep!” he winked at them turning around to make his way out of the kitchen.

[name] sat unmoving for a moment, staring at his departing figure. Unconsciously, their hand shot out and grasped onto the sleeve of his brown trench coat before blinking rapidly at their actions.

What the hell am I doing? [name] thought to themselves.

“[name]-chan?” Dazai asked, his brown eyes going back and forth between their face and the hand on his coat. Their hand dropped slowly from his sleeve and instead slipped into Dazai’s hands, shifting slightly so the fingers were intertwined. [name] felt their cheeks heat up before saying,” you can’t go home.” They stated.

Dazai tilted his head in response, staring cutely at the figure before him.

“Y-you see, you broke my stuff and I have to make sure you take responsibility for it in the morning!” they hurriedly explained.

A smile formed on his face at the poor explanation, “Is that so?” He hummed and [name] nodded a little too fast. “I can’t just trust you to show up in the morning, you know…” they quietly finished off.

The smile grew on his face and so did the rate at which [name]’s heart was beating in response. Standing up, [name] tugged their linked hands to the direction of their room.

Maybe one night, [name] would have an answer to that question and would also be able to decipher that particular gaze he looked at them with. But tonight, was not that night, no, tonight was for sleeping.

And so there they slept soundly for the remainder of the night.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd imagines #bsd imagine #bas x reader #bungou stray dogs imagine #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader

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purplellamanator · 6 years ago

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8 or 29 with ShinRan for the drabble challenge?? :)

8. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

29. “How is my wife more badass than me?”

Hey, sorry this took awhile! Had to go to work! I know you said either one but I just tried to include both in this one for you! Hope you like it! First drabble request ever so I also hope I did this right LOL Thanks for sending in a request! :D

“Gosh- I swear, Shinichi!”

Though he feigned being irritated with his half lidded glare and his hands in his pockets, he unconsciously sunk his head lower in shame at being reprimanded.

“Did you learn nothing from last time; from getting shrunk?” she asked rhetorically and Shinichi knew better than to actually respond. The scolding she was giving him now would not compare to if he actually opened his mouth to give a sarcastic retort.

“Running off like that- again.” Ran ranted as they were walking down the sidewalk; him with some minor scrapes and bruises.

They had been having a night out. They had just finished eating at a local restaurant and had decided to window shop at some of the local businesses. Ran had stepped out to use the restroom when he noticed something odd.

There was a couple- or what looked like a couple at first glance. No one looked twice but of course a detective on the other hand, looked a little harder. Whether it was the expression on the woman’s face or the odd placement of hands from the man, his gut told him something was wrong. And his gut was never wrong.

So he followed them. He just took off assuming Ran would be confused at first but she’d understand. She always did.

And Ran did understand. Ran understood all the way up to the point that they were alone and walking home. He was pretty sure he was receiving a scolding that rivaled his own mother when he was younger and always getting into trouble.

In the end, Shinichi was glad he followed his gut. Turns out it had been a hostage situation and the man had been feigning they were a couple when in reality, he was holding her captive. He was taking her up to the roof where he could keep an eye on his drop point where he directed her family to leave a ransom but he also had no intention of letting her go.

Luckily Shinichi had the element of surprise and that helped. But that didn’t save him entirely from a light tussle. Hence where all his scrapes and bruises came from.

And hence why his wife was currently berating him.

He gave a light wince when Ran suddenly grabbed his jaw and angled his face the other way. The contact startled him and made a light pink brush across his cheeks but he knew why she was doing it. She was inspecting the scratches that raked across his cheek when tackling the culprit to the ground. Still though, it was embarrassing that his wife whom he had known since he was four could still make his heart speed up like that. That and she was reprimanding him in public like he was a child.

“Jeez! You’re seriously like a man-child!”

Well now according to her I am one, he grumbled in his thoughts.

And then Ran was ranting again, going off into another tangent of how he was lucky the guy didn’t know he was following him and how he should’ve waited for her. She wasn’t allowing him to get a word in- not that he was trying. Again, if he said a word to argue, the scolding would be much worse.

It was probably because she was so angry that they didn’t notice the suspicious figure closing in on them. That’s probably what the person was going for when he pushed in between them roughly while also grabbing a hold of the strap on Ran’s purse.

When the guy assumed he had a firm grip, he went to run down the sidewalk.

Too bad he didn’t realize who he was attempting to mug. Attempting- being the key word.

It all happened so fast. It was happening way too fast for even him to catch up. All he knew was that Ran had abruptly cut off when someone had rudely shoved them from behind. He hadn’t even realized at first that someone had attempted to rob his wife. Shinichi had no time to react.

His wife on the other hand …

Ran had reacted with the skill set of a black belt in karate but with the anger of an infuriated housewife.

The man only made it a step before Ran kept her hold on her bag firm and yanked the hooded figure back. It made him stumble and turn around confusedly but Shinichi was sure nothing would prepare him for the roundhouse Ran sent flying at his face.

Shinichi was left standing there, blinking in surprise. He of course knew what his wife was capable of. It wasn’t the first time he had ever witnessed her use her martial arts. But every time she did, it still left him staggering at just how strong Ran really was.

It brought him back to not even an hour ago when he had been struggling with that culprit on the roof. He hadn’t been able to take that guy down in seconds and he even had the element of surprise.

Ran hadn’t had the advantage he did. In fact, Ran had been at the disadvantage since the purse snatcher had clearly been watching her for awhile. Yet seconds was all Ran needed.

And unlike him, she didn’t have any scrapes and bruises.

“How is my wife more badass than me?” he unconsciously whispered to himself as he watched her pull out her phone to call the police.

#dcmk #dcmk fanfic #shinran #Shinichi Kudo #ran mouri #fanfic #fanfiction #drabbles #drabble request

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bapydemonprincess · 5 years ago

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Facing the Aftermath

Hello folks!! I have an interesting drabble to share! This is another Sebagrellerin piece I thought up the other day while thinking about things like what my new favorite ship would deal with in certain manga-canon situations! This one in particular being about the end of the manga itself. Now, I know I KNOW we do not even KNOW what EXACTLY that’ll be like for sure, but I really felt like exploring at least what I thought was one of the most obvious and likely endings.

HOWEVER, if you personally do not like the idea of Sebastian actually going through with eating his master’s soul at the end of the story, please feel free to just ignore this, as that is indeed the scenario that is implied here, hence the obvious oncoming angst you’re about to witness..

For anyone who does wish to read, I hope you enjoy it! I really tried my best with this, okay?? :3

Mey-rin didn't bat an eye at the teleporting, as it hadn't been the first time by now that Grelle had done it. She did however find herself having a harder time adjusting to the dramatic change in scenery. They'd gone from the tiny apartment flat Mey-rin had been in to this sudden quiet sunlit area, bright green grass abound and trees rustling softly in the wind around them.

Where... where the hell were they?? The former maid spun around, taking in everything, and discovered a distance away behind them a familiar landmark peeking up behind more forest. Was that... The Phantomhive Manor??? "This way, love." Grelle brought her attention back, and Mey-rin turned around to see the reaper already heading further into.. the forest for some reason, and AWAY from the manor!

Mey-rin quickly rushed to stay beside her, heartbeat quickening. Was this really going to happen?? Was Grelle REALLY leading her to Sebastian? Er,... if he WAS still Sebastian?? Or.. even a "HE". Oh, the poor girl couldn't think on it. She shut her eyes a moment briefly to try clearing her head of all the stress and confusion. And still they walked on, neither she nor Grelle saying a word, which only added to the poor human's fear and concern. It was very rare for Grelle Sutcliff to be so stone serious. It worried the girl so much. Oh she hoped this all worked out! In.. some form or another!!!

Finally, Grelle stopped, one hand on her hip, and her sharp bright eyes staring straight ahead at something like a Pointer spotting the prey directly in its sights. Mey-rin came to a stumbling halt beside her and immediately looked up at Grelle in question, but still did not vocalize it. Grelle responded by stretching out an arm and pointing directly ahead. Mey-rin followed her signal... and only saw a HUGE tree in front of them. Nothing much else to it. Why was she-- Wait.. there was.. a meowing coming from the direction of the tree. What the hell?? Mey-rin knew her ears could certainly not being going as bad as her eyes, SURELY NOT, RIGHT?? But--! There it was again! Multiple soft mews... It came from.. the other SIDE of the tree. Very, very carefully, Mey-rin went forward, trying to be as stealthy and sneaky as she'd been in her hay-day. If only for one more time.

After walking the full parameter around the side of the big tree, and with Grelle being surprisingly quiet too in her approach behind Mey-rin, the girl's eyes widened at the sight that came into view on the other side of this tree.

About a dozen cats had come to this one spot, and for only one reason. The attention of one very cat friendly demon, who was sitting right there on the forest floor, trying to give every single feline a bit of attention.

That surprisingly wasn't the only fascinating thing about this scene, Mey-rin soon learned as she looked longer. The demon did indeed look like an actual demon, now. Skin pure ebony from head to toe, though his face looked very similar still to the human guise, the rest was very fascinating. Some kind of long black cape draped around from his back and he was clearly sitting on it like one would a blanket for a picnic. Strange long footwear covered his feet, longer than anything Mey-rin had ever seen, even coming from designers like Nina! She wasn't sure exactly where the boots ended and the pants began.. It was too dark to tell! And the same material covered up most of his top, almost looking like he had a very skin-tight turtleneck sweater of some sort. But the sleeves were interesting as well. Almost looking like they covered his entire hands like gloves, but no, Mey-rin saw a triangle indent at his wrist where it met his hand. And on the long ends of his fingers were sharp, sharp claws. But.. somehow they did nothing to the sweet little animals in his grasp. As if he'd perfected being gentle with them down to an art. Finally, surrounding him AND the large group of kittens, were a pair of feathered wings.. like GIANT VERSIONS of a crow's. It was all so absolutely mad and Mey-rin just stood there taking it in now..

"Hello, Sebastian." Grelle Sutcliff spoke up, quietly stepping up behind her frozen companion. She smiled over at the demon, absolutely unsurprised at the scene herself, and put one hand firmly on Mey-rin's shoulder while she still pressed her other into her own side. Standing her ground as it were, and making sure the demon knew that she was. It was very important, she felt instinctively, to stay by Mey-rin's side and yet still address the demon. "Look who I brought with me." She tried to sound smug and playful despite everything.

At this point, after feeling the contact of Grelle's hand on her shoulder and hearing her voice suddenly so close, Mey-rin looked about ready to jump out of her skin. And... across the way.. the demon, too, looked suddenly a little less calm. He'd frozen in his scritching of one kitty, head shooting up and pupils shrinking as he stared at the two now before him. He looked.. shaken. And as if the cat in his grasp was about to fall if he didn't come back to his senses soon.

"You..." Was the only word that managed to come out, sounding.. exactly like Sebastian Michaelis.

But Mey-rin was already finding herself blurting out "H-Hello, Sebastian. Um. I mean... wh-whatever... wh-whoever you are. Um. I mean, I-I know she just called you Sebastian but I don't want to assume, so I'm only trying to- to-"

"Mey-rin." Sebastian was up, and right in front of her. He was... he was TOWERING over her in those heels, and the wings and just.. just the overall FEEL of him.. Mey-rin had immediately stumbled back, eyes HUGE behind her glasses.

With both hands free, Grelle lifted them both up in front of her and in the gap between the two. She did that first, and then looked over at Sebastian first. "Steady.. steady now.." She uttered out, her voice even surprising herself in how firm and serious it was. She looked back at her sweet little Mey Mey.. and moved her right hand to beckon for the girl to come closer again. "It's alright, come here, dear." And Mey-rin, still stuck staring at the demon, slowly obeyed and came back closer.

Seeing Mey-rin's cautious approach back had the demon becoming a little more self aware.. Their wings folded in as much as they could, and they straightened up, like a soldier standing guard, while trying to thin out their mouth so their fangs did not show, and calm their demeanor. Hiding as much as the outward feral-ness of their look.

"... Forgive me." Sebastian finally said. "I was not expecting any.. company any time soon." He slightly turned himself to look back at the group of cats back at his former spot. "Well, any non-feline company that is."

"Are you saying they all just.. came to you, Bassy? That you didn't kidnap them or something??" Grelle couldn't help asking, almost out of reflex. Who else would be capable of questioning the habits of a demon but a grim reaper such as she, who'd known the ins and outs, the inner workings, of this particular demon from the very start. And somehow.. Sebastian didn’t seem put-upon by her accusation. He huffed a laugh and looked down a little. "Well, I figured they'd still be roaming around the mansion, waiting for...." His voice seemed to catch for a brief moment, and then he cleared his throat. "Something."

"Well, you'll be happy to know your feline friends aren't the only ones capable of sniffing out a demon! Especially not THIS one!" Grelle went on, tapping her own nose mischievously and winking at the demon. This display made an interesting darkness spread over the demon's ebony complexion. Like a darker shade of black ink slowly seeping out over high cheekbones.

"So I see.." He murmured, and shifted a little in place. "And.. you brought company with you.." He finally got out, and dared to look across the way at the small human, who froze up all over again when his gaze was honed in on her once more."Hello, Mey-rin." His voice dropped to even softer tones. Like cooing to a frightened animal. "It is... good to see you." He found himself putting a hand to his chest, and bowing, without another thought.

"H-Hello... Sebastian.." Mey-rin squeaked out, unable to take the stare any longer. Unable to look up at the ... demon before her. She looked down at the ground. At her hands wringing together in front of her. At her dress. At EVERYTHING and ANYTHING else that wasn't him. She recalled having already addressed him before her brief scare, but suddenly.. everything was all too real. He was here. She was here. THEY WERE HERE. And suddenly she didn't know what to do or say. Even if she and Grelle had even discussed this all before hand.

"How have you been faring, dear..?" Sebastian tried after a long, uncertain pause. He noticed Grelle open her mouth, as if to answer in Mey-rin's place, but Mey-rin actually responded.

"I.. I think I've been doin' okay. Um, I think. I.. I can sleep a little bit better, even if I miss my old bed at.. at.. th-the manor. There's not much noises at night, so it's alright. Even when I can't sleep! So.. so it's okay.."

Sebastian listened on patiently, just.. finding himself happy to hear her voice, at least. Though, hearing that she had only recently been able to sleep gave his chest a little twist. He opened his mouth to speak up too, but Mey-rin continued on.

"And-And Grelle started comin' over just a week ago, so I was happy 'bout that. She told me what she thought of- of the whole affair and-and I- I.."

Her chest had started to rise and fall further, and her vision grew blurry as suddenly tears she'd thought she'd ran out of started coming.

"I-I'm.. still not sure- I still.. I miss... e-everythin'." Her hands went up and started rapidly rubbing at her eyes, nearly smacking her glasses off in the process. "I-I don't know... I don't know wha-what to... to think... to do..." She was full out sobbing while she spoke. Her blurry eyes were now staring ahead at the blurry demon shape in front of her. "I M-M- MISS YOU, BU-BUT I MISS THE YOUNG MASTER TOO, SEBASTIAN!!" She bawled.

Mey-rin's body was ready to collapse to the ground, and instantly both reaper and demon were shooting forward to catch her.

Grelle first, hushing her all the way. And as she was making certain her poor human wasn't going to collapse, she felt an arm going around her own back.

Grelle looked up, seeing Sebastian staring dead on at Mey-rin with a pained and worried gaze, while his left arm wrapped around her too.

And then, his big dark wings were coming around, covering and shading. Hiding them all from everything else.

"I know.. I know, Mey-rin. I know this. So well. Shhh. It's alright. It'll be alright. Shhhh.. Shhh..." Sebastian was mumbling, voice rumbling out like a tender prayer. He first started rubbing her back, almost satisfied with that, before his hand fumbled to take in the side of her face, holding it firmly. Almost desperate to make sure it stayed where it was. That SHE stayed where she was.

"He's gone.. he's gone.. he's gone fore-e-ever... Sebastian!" She lifted her trembling hands, curled them into fists, and pushed them into his chest. "W-WHY SEBASTIAN?! WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE THIS WAY?! WHY?!"

Sebastian's eyes were shutting. He was not resisting this. He simply endured it as he lowered his head to press it to the crown of hers.

Grelle went back to trying to hush her, as that was all she could think to do. Her head too instinctively lowering. This closeness, despite the circumstances, felt so soothing, even for her. She'd missed these two so much. And she prayed to whoever would listen to help them get through this, here and now.

Mey-rin had stopped shouting, only able to hiccup and whimper and let her nose run a little as she trembled in place, feeling her two companions enveloping her.. REALLY actually feeling it now.

It had been so long since they had been this close together, all three of them.

Her eyes shut and another sob came out, but she didn't feel she had anymore energy to do much more.

When there was no more shouting, no more sobbing and rambling, Sebastian took a breath in, and then out.

"For some time now.. I have felt the same, Mey-rin. I have asked myself and the universe the same. I have.. come to the only conclusion that.. there had been no escape. It had been too late at that point. Our agreed upon contract had reached it's rightful end, and.. the.. the young master had accepted his fate. He had not struggled. He.. had welcomed it."

It grew obviously harder and harder for the demon to recount this. He hadn't thought back to the exact moment in a while, for he knew if he would, the images would come back, of the young man standing before him.. and what had soon followed after.

Mey-rin took one hand back to put it over her own mouth while she shook her head.

"It's still not right, it's still not right.. !" She choked out.

"I know, I know." Was all the demon could say.

There was nothing more to it. It was an argument, and a discussion that would only spiral down into madness, and they all knew it.

And none of them wanted that.

And yet.. there was one more thing, one more important thing that Sebastian felt the need to say, no matter what it led to. He would face more shouting and sobbing if he had to, but he needed to say this.

"Mey-rin."

He tried to firmly get her focus on him, trying to help her clear away the tears soaking her face, while he spilled out everything he could in the best way possible.

"I am so sorry. I am sorry for doing this to you. I am sorry it has affected you so deeply. I- I am sorry it has changed all you think of me. Please know that that is what burdens me the most. For even in this powerful familiar form.. I feel.. so empty.. I.. I have missed you so."

"Re-really?" Mey-rin squeaked out over her shaking hand still over her mouth.

"Yes," Sebastian immediately responded, almost surprised at her for asking that. "You have not left my mind for a moment. Even a second. All I could think of, even out here with all these beautiful felines keeping me company, was how I wished to be with you two. To... to somehow, someway, make up for everything."

"Oh, Bassy." Grelle nearly choked out, almost in disbelief at how far this demon had come. She just had to lean in and kiss his black demonic skin, look into that face once more, and show him that she felt the same in this moment.

This action made the demon's skin flush once again, his wings noticeably fluffing up a bit. He leaned into the gesture, smiling a little for her.

It was a grateful smile.

"But... what were you gonna do? Shouldn't you be.. le-leavin' or something for... um.. h-hell?" Mey-rin asked, completely unsure why she was asking. Perhaps she simply was still a little in denial that things could just.. go back to the happy times of before.

"Well, technically yes, I should have gone back.. but demons have been known to stray from their homes from time to time. Especially.." The demon seemed to grow even more flustered, looking down now to avoid Mey-rin's open, searching gaze. "...When they do not feel as if that place IS their home anymore, but.. a place actually keeping them from their TRUE home."

Mey-rin stared as she processed this. It was not an answer she was expecting. Well, she wasn't sure what she'd been expecting.. But, that answer, from him.. from.. from this demon she was certain now was still Sebastian Michaelis.. was not one she thought she'd hear.

"You.. you want to stay here?" Her head lowered too as she squeaked this out.

"Of course,"

"As.. as Sebastian..?" She squeaked out softer, fear rising for some reason.

"Mey-rin." He leaned in closer, until there was barely any space at all between them. When her vision looked up, the demon stared at her head-on with that searing gaze and answered her firmly.

"I am Sebastian."

Mey-rin only needed to take in that answer for a moment, before more tears escaped her, and she finally dove forward to kiss the demon, spastically flinging her arms around him.

And Sebastian very briefly froze up himself, as if SHOCKED that the human would respond this way. Would.. respond so POSITIVELY! It made his demonic heart race, his demonic stomach flip, and yet seconds later he found himself melting, as a rumbling deep purr came out, and he gratefully kissed his human back.

When the two parted, they pressed foreheads together, eyes unable to draw away, and yet even without seeing it from the side, they felt their reaper sobbing with relief and both drew the woman in, knowing they owed this reunion all to her.

And the trio stayed in that little corner for a while longer, remembering each other; comforting and soothing each other, and trying their damnedest to make up for the harshest times of their lives they’d had without each other.

#My Writing #sebastian michaelis #grelle sutcliff #mey rin #sebamey #sebagrelle #grellerin #sebagrellerin

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dib-shit · 6 years ago

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“What if they were all Friends!” Invader Zim AU

This is a headcannon/fic idea that’s been in my head for a very very long time and I want to at least put out something for, even if just a long drabble.

I really really like the idea of Zim and Dib developing a sort of squad with the others. Like when they hit high school, things start changing for the better overall. This is what I was thinking of when I made the Eric Andre “what if they were all friends” post (hence the title, which I want to change at some point).

tl;dr throughout high school, Dib, Zim, Gaz, Gretchen, Tak, Skoodge, Tenn, and Keef all become sorta friends and do dumb shit together. Tak and Tenn have been in a relationship, Dib and Gretchen eventually start a relationship too, and it’s complicated between Skoodge and Zim for a while. Zim finds out the truth about his mission (of course), Dib finds out he is a clone, Tak gets rejected from the empire, and they all bond through that.

I’m totally open to talking about this and answering any asks that are sent btw lol

Freshman year: things are mostly the same between Zim and Dib, but Gretchen starts making an effort to talk to Dib every now and then. She wants him to feel like he’s not alone, even if she’s not sure if she believes him about anything. Skoodge occasionally is out and about with Zim, but doesn’t go to Skool. Keef and Gretchen have been good friends for a couple of years at this point. Keef for sure still has a crush on Zim but knows it’s not mutual and has learned to be more respectful of personal space (he also doesn’t know Zim is an alien so of course thinks Zim is the same age as the other students).

Sophomore year: Dib and Gretchen almost have a sort of friendship going on. Zim and Dib still constantly piss each other off but it’s become more of a game for the both of them. At this point Dib has given up trying to expose Zim just tries to keep him from destroying everything. Gaz is in Highschool now too and mostly tries to ignore the others but will occasionally step in if things go to far. Gretchen has a lot of internal conflict as she starts noticing little things that point to Dib not being crazy after all. She keeps quiet in order to avoid the two of them getting bullied more (also why they aren’t super open about the friendship). A certain event results in Gretchen very clearly seeing Zim without his disguise and telling Dib she kinda figured Zim was an alien for a while now. She stops caring about the bullying risk and they finally develop a proper friendship.

Summer after Sophomore year: Dib and Gretchen hang out a lot, and Dib starts to get to know Keef better (now that he knows how to behave a bit better). Gaz gets to know Gretchen a little bit when she visits the Membrane’s house. Some time around here is when Zim gets the “your mission is a fraud™” message that happens in every fic. He stays in all the time as Skoodge runs the errands. He runs into Gretchen at one point when trying to get to the library, and they visit there every now and then. Dib at some point goes through his Dad’s old research and comes across the fact that he’s a clone, and so is Gaz. Gaz has known for a while, and tries to calm Down down when he gets upset. Both of them have very low thoughts of Professor Membrane now, and they start building a better sibling relationship upon realizing they basically only have each other.

Dib goes to check on Zim, and starts to piece together what happened. Dib starts to assume Zim has given up and tries to leave him alone, knowing that getting brutal truth sucks ass. But then Zim just shows up with this massive machine that actually has the ability to destroy the planet (along with himself, Skoodge, and Gir). Skoodge can’t get to him, with Zim thinking Skoodge betrayed him with the whole mission fraud thing. Dib manages to get to the top where Zim is, and talk some sense into him. He tells Zim it doesn’t matter what the Tallests think, it matters what Zim thinks of himself. Some really corny sappy stuff about

“hey man, I just finally realized my dad is shit and I’m a failed clone cuz I’m not what he wanted me to be. I know what it’s like. I don’t think you actually want to do this. You’re going to end up killing yourself and those you care about, even if you won’t admit it. Skoodge cares about you. Pretty sure Gir cares. And I also don’t want to see you die you price of shit. I’ve always thought you were a threat, you don’t need to prove anything to anyone.”

Anyway, Zim comes down, and everyone is relieved. Since then, Zim and Dib don’t really fight anymore, and don’t really talk until Skool comes back.

Junior Year: Skoodge is now a student so that Zim has some emotional support (but he won’t admit that’s the reason) when at Skool. Things are quiet for a while until a really old plan Zim had to destroy the Skool (involving the boiler room) starts activating. Zim at first doesn’t care, after some convincing he joins Dib in an effort to stop it. Gretchen and Skoodge get the idea to start getting them to work together more, and they do just that. They form a “team” to deal with dumb shit that happens frequently (which was usually left to Dib to take care of). Zim and Dib fight a lot, but not like before, and they at least tolerate each other’s presence. Gaz sits with them at lunch but mostly keeps to herself.

Eventually, Tak crashes back on Earth, and using a new disguise she tries to navigate living in the city. She has very little supplies and Mimi is still damaged. All she has is herself and her pak, and her damaged safety pod from her former ship. (She likely spent time on foodcourtia to gain monies to fix her pod enough to get back to Earth). Gaz meets her at the mall, and figures pretty quickly it’s Tak. They bond over a mutual dislike of Dib and Zim, and eventually Tak explains that she isn’t here to take over again, she needs somewhere to stay away from the empire. Gaz helps her out, with everyone else thinking Tak is her new friend from another school or something. After getting her a place to stay and a job, Tak trusts Gaz enough to tell her about Tenn (a story for another post), and that she really misses her. Gaz sympathizes and tells her that she knows where her ship is, but she’ll have to reveal herself to the others.

When Tak is reintroduced to the “team” Dib and Zim are immediately ready for a fight, but Gaz manages to diffuse the situation, explaining that Tak is sorta in the same boat as Zim now: rejects of the empire. After some arguing, Dib eventually agrees to give Tak her ship back, and she tells him she can help him build his own in the future.

Whenever she’s not working, she’s in the ship, adjusting the long-distance communication in an attempt to reach Tenn. But it’s just static. Gaz is the only who knows that she’s trying to reach Tenn. But over time, Tak starts trying to get her mind off of it by getting involved with the team’s shenanigans.

At some point, Dib starts coming to terms with the fact that he might like Gretchen as more than a friend but is afraid to tell her thanks to his reputation. But some sorta… Event or something (idk) leads Gretchen to finally tell him that she likes him. After the initial shock (even though it should have been obvious), Dib tells her the feeling is mutual. And there we have the only straight pairing in this whole thing. Gretchen tries to make an effort to bond with Tak, giving her tips on human culture and little things she thinks she’ll like (mostly consisting of cats and the black/purple combo).

Summer before Senior year: Tak starts getting something from her communicator. It takes her a while to adjust enough to understand, but when she finally gets the sweet spot she starts crying. It’s Tenn’s voice. Tak quickly realizes it’s a recording on loop, voicing some sort of code. Dib and Gaz offer to help with the code, but Tak says only she and Tenn use it, so it’s only meant for her. The code translates to an SOS message, then gives her coordinates. The message then goes on to say that if Tak finds this, she loves her and that she’s sorry she failed. The date of the recording is a few years old by this point. Tak immediately starts packing up a bunch of supplies, and raids Gaz’s room for weapons and gear (with permission). Dib asks her what’s going on and Tak frantically only responds with “she might be alive. I’m going to get her.” While Tak is prepping her ship, Gaz explains to Dib about Tenn. Dib runs out to the ship and tells Tak that he’s coming with her to help. There’s some arguing, but he goes, and Gaz stays behind as ground control.

Long story short, Tak is a badass and they break into the prison on Meekrob and get Tenn. Tak runs towards her and they both start crying and hugging each other very tightly. Tenn says she thought Tak had died, and that she was so happy she finally got the transmission. Tak is also relieved that Tenn is alive and that they’re together again. Then they get the fuck out of there and head back to Earth, while Tak helps Tenn start putting together a human disguise.

Senior Year: Tak and Tenn aren’t bothering going to Skool, they get jobs and live in an apartment together. But they do frequent the library and try to learn about human culture. Zim is struggling with emotions now that he knows about Tak and Tenn. Skoodge on the other hand, is able to come to terms with it a little quicker since he’s known for a while now that he liked Zim. Keef has been involved with the group every now and then, but still knows nothing about like, half of them being Irken. Gretchen convinces everyone to let her tell him (mostly by saying he’ll probably finally get over his crush on Zim that way). It takes a bit of talking to get Keef to understand that Dib was right the whole time, and he is perfectly fine with it. But then Gretchen has to clarify to him that Zim is like, 150 something years old at least, and none of them know how Irken age/years translates to human age/years. Zim doesn’t even know his exact years anymore, he just neglected to keep track of time. So none of them know if the Irkens are around their age or what.*

Keef’s just like

Anyway now Keef is part of the squad. Yay.

*The confusion comes from a number of factors. Different planets have different lengths of years/days, Irkens and Humans likely have very different interpretations/handling of age, and Zim’s behavior does not help at all. The other Irkens sort of know their age, but still don’t know how it translates to human age.

I myself don’t really know how I think of their ages (i.e if they are adults or not), which is why I just avoid human/Irken romance just to be on the safe side.

I know this was really long, but believe me when I say this is really just the surface. There’s a lot of stuff in between, like the Tallests’ having a secret relationship, stuff in the past for everyone, and possibly stuff after Senior year.

Totally open to talking about this too, like I’d be happy to answer asks if any are sent lol.

Thank you for reading!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

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crqstalite · 5 years ago

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pt. 1, my life day present (malavai && tri’ama)

like many other chapters, this was supposed to be a lot longer and more of a drabble than a series. but i guess it’s joining the likes of unforseen, crossfire and unexpected.

written: 10.10.19. word count: 2,477.

════ ⋆★⋆ ════ character song: sunflower, post malone.

character file: darth tri'ama amarillis quinn & captain malavai quinn.

gifts are hard. tri'ama would be the first to admit such a thing, and being pregnant when the holiday reared it's ugly, consumerism afflicted head only made it that much worse. now, that's not to say she wasn't always this irritable (dealing with the council ignited a fire in her that typically went unsated), but being confined to the ship wasn't fun either. whatever she intended to get for her companions would have to be ordered, and that didn't go without it's fair share of issues. whether something would fit or not, whether it was big enough or whether two-vee would be unhelpful and announce its contents early all went hand in hand. but malavai had made it especially clear he didn't think it was a good idea for her to be out and about at this point, and vette, pierce and jaesa had quickly agreed.

she couldn't believe she'd been turned on so easily, by her own crew no less.

at least raegia and yusaits had offered to allow her to stay in their luxorious dromound kaasian estate as long as she needed. it had been a long while since she'd stayed with her adoptive parents, and it went without saying they were ecstatic to meet their grandchild. hence why they were en route to the imperial homeworld for the holidays. it took a lot of convincing to allow not only a troublesome soldier, murderous talz and previous twi'lek slave to stay with them, but a good amount of arguing was enough to get them all their own guest rooms. at the very least, they didn't have an issue with jaesa (they were rather proud of her for raising her to be a fervent sith follower), nor malavai (they had their concerns that their grandchild wouldn't be force sensitive, but figured a higher ranking soldier was better than nothing; they knew next to nothing about his betrayal and she wanted to keep it that way for the time being). in fact the man had apparently made a relatively good impression on them that raegia even mused about getting him something lavish for life day. yusaits grunted and replied he'd believe his good nature when he met him. that in itself was odd, yusaits despised every male acquaintance she'd ever made, and raegia was stingy with those outside her family.

not unusual, but the holocalls between the amarillis' were always pleasant.

she wondered when the majority of the crew would return though, she was getting impatient. pierce, malavai and vette had all gone to do their shopping today, with the pretense of returning soon enough to be planetside before the day ended. jaesa was meditating somewhere aboard the ship, and while tri'ama intended to do the same, it seemed her child wasn't onboard with the idea. her current resting spot was in the cockpit, reading through the day's news with one hand on her stomach. she and malavai's child was running rather late, their trip to dromound kass was supposed to be for life day after they were born, but with the way things were going now it seemed like they would be their gift.

that, made tri'ama restless enough. they weren't expected in the least, but after she collapsed on balmorra, malavai had quickly found the reason for her lightheadedness and inability to keep anything down. neither quinn was very sure what to do (she was still jumpy around him at the time, and had her own responsibilities to the council then), but in the end she decided on keeping them. as much as it irked her to be pulled from the battlefield and assist the newly mothered darth nox with ancient holocrons and the such (rumors were her son wasn't human either, which spelled a dark rumor that her child wasn't her husband's), but the budding baby underneath her hand keeps her sane. overjoyed wasn't an overstatement either, as happy as their child made her.

malavai continues to bug her off and on about finding a permanent home to raise their child. as much as he's right, she's not sure she wants to admit that he's right. their quarters aboard the fury have already been converted to accompany a child, but the constant creaking of the ship that she finds comforting might not be the most pleasant to a baby's brand new eardrums. the chance of attack by jedi is always a constant concern as well, and blaster fire? well, she figured keeping pierce and jaesa from training aboard the ship would be a bit of an issue. 'all the problems a home would solve, my love' she can almost hear malavai say. 'jaesa would be able to visit the sanctum as often as she would like, you'd be with council nearly everyday.'

a small kick against her hand returns a soft smile to her face. possibly she's gotten a tad too agitated again, something it seems they can feel just as much as any other force sensitive could, maybe more. she believes this is a good indicator of their sensitivity if this is how they act when her emotions get a bit too out of hand.

while her husband acted as her primary medic, she visited some other, more equipped med droids for routine checkups. now that the nine months (borderline ten) was coming to a close, maybe their trip to dromound kaas was better than she thought. yusaits would've liked to have his grandchild born there anyways, and malavai had no complaints.

"you're awaiting father's return, aren't you my child?" she asks, nearly holding the words back before allowing herself to take on a doting tone. it's odd talking to someone who hasn't even born yet, but their force presence has always been there since she had realized it. warm, and comforting. though they've given no indication of their gender just yet, but the soft red and black of their blankets is enough to let her envision just how precious it would be to finally hold her child in her arms. "he'll be back. and once he is we'll be on our way to visit your grandparents. you'll be the life day gift of...well a lifetime i suppose."

another, softer kick. "your father and i have waited a long time for you, you know that?" she whispers, rubbing a hand over where they'd been rather active lately. "you've kept me benched from the council for a long while now. you'd better be the most powerful sith this galaxy has seen to make up for it, yes?" leaning back in her chair, she chuckles, "my little quinn."

she sits up a bit straighter once she catches sight of her three other companions returning, the three striding through the docking bay with a singular crate. pierce is most likely disgruntled with his position carrying it, but the muscular man seems to have little trouble doing so. she considers getting up, but the soreness in her back keeps her from leaving the cockpit. embarassing, really, but if they need something they should come and find her. a few moments later, she can hear vette's excited voice speaking to pierce, who quietly responds to her (something inelligible she can't make out) and they disappear away from the cockpit. it isn't long before she can hear someone coming inside, and turning her head softly, she finds her husband walking towards her. "malavai, you've returned."

he smiles, speeding his stride before coming to stand next to her. "my love, i hope you haven't strained yourself since i've been away?"

"i suppose not." she answers, rolling her colbalt blue eyes. turning her eyes from her tunic covered belly, she runs a hand through her hair, finding that other than his typically messy tousled hair, nothing was out of place. "you've found everything you needed?"

"yes. we can depart as soon as you are ready to leave." he responds, taking his own seat in the captain's chair next to her. "which is now, i presume? your parents were clear they would've liked to see you days ago."

rubbing her temples, she frowns. "they got your comm code while you were away, didn't they? i told them to leave you be."

"they're simply curious, my love." he answers, futilely trying to defend her adoptive parents as she grimaces. raegia had been a bother since she'd grown large enough to warrant actual concern for her continued participation in the war effort, and tri'ama was surprised she'd managed to get malavai's code. he turns in concern, a touch of panic in his eyes. "are you in pain, tri'ama?"

"no, no of course not. my parents are simply difficult to deal with at times. as i'm sure you'll find out in the following years." she says, as he sets course for the imperial homeworld. the fury shudders quietly before it smooths out, the stars passing by quickly. malavai always seemed so comfortable here, and she can imagine he always has been. as much as he (begrudingly, though she didn't believe that he hadn't bonded with her first companion) trained vette to pilot the fury, the ship was always his. possibly one day they'd begin teaching their own child to navigate the stars as they do.

day dreaming also seemed to come so very easily at this point. it's really rather distracting.

"i'm sure you're curious how they are outside of heated comm calls, yes?" she asks, as malavai sits up just a tad straighter.

turning around in his chair after setting the ship to auto pilot, he softly nods. she can feel that whatever her mother had said, had him worried. she'd ask raegia later, and possibly reprimand her adoptive caregiver about how to respect others again. outside the amarillis estate it seemed that it didn't go far. "raegia, as you've already noticed is just a touch overprotective over me. i have yet to meet their son, my brother, but something happened to him long ago that caused her to always been worried about my health and what i was doing, where i was. i'm sure that this pregnancy is running her ragged even though she's only known about it for a few months."

"yet you're in perfect health..?" malavai questions, cocking an eyebrow in confusion. "i sent her the reports just to keep her from calling the ship."

"nothing will ever satisfy that woman, not until we're in the kassian atmosphere." tri'ama responds. "i was only told that her pregnancy with my brother didn't go well, and that both of them nearly died."

"that's...horrible, my love. her concern is well-placed."

"don't defend the woman. had she known, i would've been pulled from the fury as soon as you could detect a heartbeat. thankfully, i've chosen not to acknowledge that fact, and as soon as i can i intend to get back to business as usual." another kick against her resting hand, and she tries to rub a hand over them to sooth their possible annoyance with her.

"concern is only natural, tri'ama. she is your mother after all." he holds back a sentence for a moment before saying it anyways, "in all seriousness, i'm concerned about your permanent return to the council as well."

"malavai..." she says warningly before he starts again, his features softening.

"things will never be 'business as usual' again, my love. we have a child now, and we can't abandon them because of our prior commitments. as i made you mine, and you made me yours, they are our entire world now." damn him for being so philosophical, and for being right as she pouts, crossing her arms as much as she an in her current condition. "as much as it pains you to be away for so long, they will end up meaning so much to us."

"i suppose you're right." she responds, unable to pull her eyes from her husband's concerned form. the way the blue-ish light from the control panel reflects against his pale skin makes her own face heat, another unseen side effect. "my father, yusaits." she says, changing the subject and leaving it for another time.

"i don't believe he likes the idea of you and i together."

"you're most likely right. do not ask me why, he's never been fond of the idea of my eventual partnership with someone, and not only did i forgo having a proper ceremony, he didn't know until raegia knew about our child." she muses before pressing a finger to her lips, "he is more forgiving than the likes of raegia, i'm sure he'll come around to you at some point."

malavai considers the idea for a moment, before frowning. "are you sure about that? the man was very serious about sitting down and having a chat with me once we landed."

that, mostly likely would lead to nothing but trouble. yusaits only ever chatted for serious matters, asking for a chat with her meant she had elevated her status within the sith order, or she'd done something that required reprimanding. a chat with her mother could be anything from planning a ball to discussing punishment. a chat with a stranger? that could end violent or with them booted off the estate for the foreseeable and unforseeable future.

think happy thoughts, happy thoughts.

"as i said, i'm sure yusaits means well. it's not as if i'm a child anymore. he can't force me to divorce you." she reassures him, standing from her own chair with a bit of difficulty as he rushes to help her up, nearly tripping over himself in the process. she tries to wave away his assistance, but she ends up taking his hand anyways. "i won't perish if i simply get up by myself, malavai, don't you start too."

vette and pierce had been rather annoying about it, though they meant well. jaesa must've picked up on her agitated force signature because she hadn't attempted helping her up, and broonmark must've done the same.

"no man can be apologetic for simply being worried for his wife, can he?" he asks, delicately tipping her chin upwards to plant a soft kiss on her lips. rolling her eyes for what seems like the trillonth time in the last few weeks, she smiles before taking one of his hands in hers and calmly placing it atop her stomach. he's flustered for just a moment before their baby acknowledges his presence by pressing their foot firmly against his hand.

"it will be different once they're here to share our lives with us. i'm not sure i'm ready to change just yet, but as long as i have you by my side, i'll make it." she responds, "now, to see if my parents approve of that choice."

he simply places his arm around her middle to press her as close as she felt comfortable to be. "i love you, tri'ama."

"i love you too, malavai."

#swtor #oc #original character #swtor oc #swtor fanfiction #malavai quinn #female sith warrior #tri'ama amarillis-quinn #darth tri'ama amarillis-quinn #darth amarillis-quinn #female sith warrior/malavai quinn

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kpopfanfictrash · 6 years ago

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The Distance [ V-Day ]

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jinyoung

Rating: 18+ [ smut + angst + college!AU ]

Word Count: 2,845

Summary: A series of drabbles about Valentine’s day and semi-bad boy!Park Jinyoung.

Your phone is a square, silver screen in the center of your palm. There’ve been no new text messages for hours, but you kept looking anyways, re-reading the messages because the silence while you wait is unbearable.

Y/N: morning [9:02 AM]

Y/N: … are we going to talk about last night? [9:31 AM]

Jinyoung: what’s there to talk about? [9:35 AM]

Y/N: maybe… idk… how you hung up on me? [9:37 AM]

Jinyoung: you told me to! [9:38 AM]

Y/N: yeah, bc I couldn’t hear over the music [9:39 AM]

Jinyoung: babe, you know this is my job… [9:40 AM]

Y/N: I know. [9:40 AM]

Y/N: I just wish that, for once, I could say goodnight to my boyfriend like a normal person [9:41 AM]

Jinyoung: babe… [9:41 AM]

Y/N: I know, I know. It’s your job. [9:42 AM]

That didn’t make it any easier.

Shortly after graduation, you went off to college and Jinyoung – well, Jinyoung had a friend starting off as a DJ. He asked Jinyoung to design the logo for his set, then the merch for the show – one thing led to another, and Jinyoung now designs graphics for artists. Not just little ones but big ones, famous artists who gain him a lot of attention and notoriety. He travels cross-country for work, city-hopping every night while you attend class for your major. He has this amazing new job, and you know this is something he loves – but being his long-term girlfriend tends to be difficult because of it.

You suppose the word is applicable – long-term. You two have been dating for four years at this point; five, if you count the amorphous eight months when you were just hooking up. That’s a long time to be together, especially with most of that time being spent apart. Two and a half years since you came to college, two and half years of dealing with missed phone calls and text messages, rushed weekend visits which never seem to be enough.

Years of Jinyoung calling from the road, speaking in muffled corners of clubs to tell you goodnight. It’s exhausting, and the past couple of months have been the worst yet. Jinyoung is always in demand, traveling both internationally and not – there are times you don’t even know where he is, much less when he’ll call. This was the case the other night, when Jinyoung called to wake you up nearly an hour after going to bed.

“Hullo?” you groaned, clearing your throat. The room around you was dark, quiet but for the sounds of the wind.

“Babe? It’s me.”

You opened one eye. “Jinyoung?” you asked, rolling over to check the clock. “It’s nearly 1:00 AM.”

“Ah, shit,” he mumbled, sounding further away. You heard laughter in the background, the sounds of something breaking – before a door was opened and shut and his voice became suddenly clearer. “That better?”

“Yeah,” you exhaled, falling flat on your back. “What’s up?”

“Well,” Jinyoung hesitated – he sounded nervous, you noticed. “It’s been a while since we spoke.”

You said nothing to this, chewed the inside of your lip because yes, it had been awhile – this was purposeful on your end because recently, you’d just stopped calling. You stopped being the initiator, stopping making the plans because you realized it was always you doing that. You were always the one trying, always the one asking and quite frankly, you were sick of it.

To be fair, you hadn’t told him all this – which would explain Jinyoung’s current state of confusion. Rather violently, you picked at your comforter – you weren’t angry when you first picked up the phone, but hearing his voice brought all these feelings rushing back. You hadn’t talked to him in a week and this was the first time he thought of to call. You texted, yes, but didn’t say much. Just sent each other videos and memes – things which made you think of the other without really conversing.

Jinyoung: lol Jaebum sent me this last night and I thought of you https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glii-kazad8 [10:08 PM]

Jinyoung: why do cities put these ‘LOOK OUT, FALLING ICE’ signs on the sidewalk? What good could that POSSIBLY do, if ice were really falling? [4:12 PM]

Jinyoung: so. there’s this sea otter at the zoo and istg it’s your friend Youngjae [1:21 PM]

These texts are fine, and you responded to each of them – but the other day you were talking to your mom and she asked how Jinyoung was. Her question floored you, because you really didn’t know. You knew he was alive, knew he was working and knew that you missed him. That was about it, though – hence the current state of iciness.

Jinyoung was silent on the other end of the line. “It’s not my imagination, is it?”

Playing with your sheets, you managed a sigh. “No, it’s not your imagination.”

“O-kay,” Jinyoung began, and you imagined him running a hand through his hair. “So, what’s this all about? Don’t make me read your mind, Y/N… I have to go back in five.”

That tendril of anger formed into a ball, dropping straight into the pit of your stomach. “Why did you call, then?” you retorted, sitting up straight. “If you knew you didn’t have time to talk, why call me at all?”

Jinyoung made a small noise of frustration. “Would you rather I didn’t?” he asked, incredulous. “I’m sorry Y/N, for whatever I did. There were a few moments I had between sets, and I figured we could talk.”

“Well, you’ve got me here now,” you grumbled. “Is that all?”

“I just wanted to call you!”

“You don’t have time to,” you reminded, knowing this was petty. It was hard to refrain though, when you missed him so much and had no one to blame for it. No one to vent to, no one to yell at because it was all just so reasonable that Jinyoung was gone.

“Come on, Y/N. Don’t be like that,” he sighed, music growing loud in the background. “I don’t want to fight with you, I don’t have the time. I just wanted to… I don’t know, hear your voice.”

“You never have time,” you muttered, ignoring this last part. “And this is my voice. Sorry it’s not very happy, but I just woke up. I have a 7:30 class in the morning and this is the first I’ve been able to sleep before 2:00 AM this week. And,” you blurted, “stop acting like you’re the only one who’s busy! Stop acting like your work is more important than mine, and like I should always rearrange my schedule for you.”

Jinyoung fell silent for a moment. When he didn’t respond immediately, you listened to the sounds of bass rattling the walls around him. “I don’t… think your work is less important than mine,” he clarified, sounding awkward. “I just think my schedule is… a bit more inflexible than yours, right now.”

“Oh, god,” you groaned, one arm over your face. “Are you kidding me? Just because you didn’t study in school, Jinyoung, doesn’t mean that I don’t. My classes are inflexible, just like your work. The amount of homework I have is inflexible, and if you even think –”

“Okay, okay,” Jinyoung interrupted, backtracking hastily. “I’m sorry, Y/N, really. I don’t think your classes are less important than my stuff, or – fuck,” he groaned, his name being yelled somewhere in the distance. “I really have to go. But –”

“Fine,” you huffed, closing your eyes – the skin of them was burning, tears ready to fall. “Just go, then.”

“I don’t want to,” he muttered, pained.

“I don’t care what you want,” you blurted, even though you did.

“Y/N…”

“Just go,” you inhaled, stopping. Suddenly sick, you were about to apologize – but then heard a click, loud in your ear. Stomach twisting, you pulled your phone back to look at the screen. Yes, the screen was now dark. He’d ended the call, hung up the phone and when you realized this, you turned your face into your pillow and cried.

Waking the next morning, the pain was worse. Jinyoung’s texts didn’t help – he said all the right things but they didn’t seem to matter, because the next day was Valentine’s Day and he hadn’t said a word. The next day was also your anniversary, but you weren’t sure he remembered this either. Jinyoung had the tendency to forget – he was meticulous, so overly concerned with detail he often forgot the big picture.

Big picture things like phone calls and anniversaries. Swallowing hard, you looked up from your phone before sliding this into your pocket. Walking forward, you struggled with the rest of the day. It was hard, really hard to ignore the aching feeling which came from missing him.

Jinyoung: hey [4:14 PM]

Y/N: hi [4:17 PM]

Jinyoung: I wanted to say that I’m sorry, Y/N [4:18 PM]

Y/N: mm. what for? [4:19 PM]

Jinyoung: for being so absent [4:20 PM]

Jinyoung: I know it’s my job, but sometimes I get so caught up in one thing I forget about everything else. I know we haven’t been talking as much and I know it’s my fault. I’m sorry, I promise I’ll do better. Just give me the chance, I swear [4:22 PM]

Y/N: babe [4:22 PM]

Jinyoung: you called me babe [4:23 PM]

Jinyoung: … does this mean I’m forgiven? 😇 [4:23 PM]

Y/N: babe, I don’t want you to feel guilty about loving your work [4:24 PM]

Jinyoung: I know this. I also know I love you, but don’t know if you realize how much [4:25 PM]

Y/N: oh? [4:25 PM]

Jinyoung: like, my job is cool and all but it’s driving me crazy. [4:26 PM]

Y/N: ha. How so? [4:26 PM]

Jinyoung: Well. I miss you, Y/N. I miss you so fucking much. I want this job, I know I have to do this, but just – everything would be better if you were here. [4:27 PM]

Jinyoung: you’re the first person I want to tell shit to. You’re the first sight I want to see in the morning and honestly, it’s a kick to my gut every time that you’re not. When I sleep, I stare at my phone and know you’re already sleeping and know I shouldn’t wake you, but fuck do I want to just to hear your voice [4:29 PM]

Jinyoung: Have I told you I save your voicemails [4:30 PM]

Jinyoung: I have a bunch of them saved and listen when I can’t fall asleep. I listen and it makes falling asleep easier, but not much [4:31 PM]

Jinyoung: I just… I’m sorry our schedules suck right now. Know I miss you and would drop everything in a heartbeat to see you, if I could [4:32 PM]

By this point, you’re just staring at the screen. Just watching his texts come in and trying to hide the sudden wave of emotion. Jinyoung doesn’t normally speak like this, is never so forthcoming with his feelings. You think you might cry – would’ve already, if you weren’t walking down the middle of the quad. Your last class ended ten minutes prior, meaning it’s finally the weekend and all you want is to get to your dorm and call Jinyoung in private.

Y/N: I love you too, babe [4:34 PM]

Y/N: I’m sorry. I know the past few months have been hard on us both. Thank you… for this. And btw, happy Anniversary : ) [4:35 PM]

Jinyoung: oh, fuck [4:35 PM]

Jinyoung: I knew I was forgetting something… [4:36 PM]

Rolling your eyes, you walk up the stairs to your dorm. Swiping your key at the door, you wander inside – still staring at your phone, at the sight of Jinyoung’s blinking ellipses.

“Guess my present better be good,” a voice announces to your side. “To make up for forgetting, huh?”

Startled, you whirl. Your mouth slowly drops, seeing Jinyoung standing there in the lobby. He’s leaning against your wall, dressed in that stupid leather jacket of his – and the moment you see him, you’re running. When you reach his body, you crash into his chest and throw your arms about him.

“Y/N,” Jinyoung chuckles, arms wrapping firmly. “Did you miss me?”

Burying your face into his t-shirt, you shake your head. “No.”

Jinyoung laughs, pulling away to look at you. “No?” he teases, laughter cut short when you kiss him.

His breath hitches as his hands pull you tighter, lips parting with yours to urge a groan from his throat. When his hands find your hair, your hips press together – and you remember quite suddenly, you’re still in the lobby. “Come on,” you break away, grabbing his hand. “Not here. You’ll get me in trouble, if we fuck in the dorm.”

Jinyoung just grins, reaching for his bag while you tug him inside. His hair is mussed from your fingertips, lips still pink with cold as he follows you eagerly up the three flights of stairs. “What if I want to get in trouble,” he teases, grabbing your hips. “What if,” he exhales, dropping a kiss to your neck, “I want to be punished?”

Shivering, you unlock the door quickly, shoving this open to point at your bed. “Get over there, now.”

The first time you fuck is fast – a needy bruise of hips and mouths and limbs. Each groping for the other, fingers gripping tightly while you sink down on his length. There’s barely enough time to remove clothes, Jinyoung pulling your panties aside as he thrusts upwards. He moves hard, fast while fucking and it’s been so long, you’ve missed him so much that you come embarrassingly quickly.

Jinyoung has always been good like that, using his fingers to guide you along, adding just the right amount of pressure to push you over the edge. When you come, it’s blinding – you grab his hair only to choke on his name. Jinyoung comes following, hips gradual in their slowing.

The second time you fuck, it’s slower, lazier. Jinyoung lowers you down on the bed, kisses a soft, leisurely path down the slope of your chest. When he pushes his cock between your legs it’s slow – groaning, about how wet you are from before. He switches positions in the middle, lowering himself down on his back only to grab your hips and turn you around. You’re facing away from him now, legs straddling his waist as you sink slowly onto him.

Being in control is something you enjoy, as are the noises he makes watching your ass rise and full – until he growls impatiently, and flips you beneath him. “I want to see you come,” Jinyoung moans, kissing you as he pushes inside. His hands circle your wrists, stretching your arms overhead before kissing down your chest. He flicks your nipple with his tongue, hips rolling sensually while you arch up against him.

“Jinyoung,” you gasp, already tightening. “Please.”

“Please, what,” he whispers, lips merciless.

“Let me come,” you demand.

Jinyoung nods, hands traveling lower. He spreads your legs with his fingers – the sounds of him entering you slick and hard, while you grasp for control. “Jinyoung,” you whimper, biting down on his shoulder. “Please.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, hearing your desperation.

When you finally release, he comes as well and you shiver, forcing your eyes open to look at him. It’s been a while since you went on the pill, since you made it routine to be tested. Now that you have, that you know what his bare dick feels like, warm cum inside you – it’s impossible to return to before.

Jinyoung stays like that, buried inside you while brushing hair back from your face and whispering stupid things. “I missed you,” he sighs. “I love you. We should get chicken later, because Miami has the worst selection of Asian food anywhere in America.”

“Worse than Texas?”

“Much worse,” he groans when you smile. Gently, he removes himself from your body, grabbing for a tissue and cleaning only to fall back beside you. “I’m sorry. You know that, right?” he asks you, suddenly serious.

You nod, pulling him into you. “I know.”

“I just,” Jinyoung exhales, tracing a small circle on your hip. “What’s a couple of rough months, when I want you forever.”

You can only blink, staring back at him. Jinyoung never says things like that. He never discusses the future, never talks about what it could or might hold. This is the first he’s even implied that there is one, at least out loud.

“I,” you hesitate, still struggling to comprehend. “I guess, yeah.”

Jinyoung flushes, head ducking. “I don’t want to be corny,” he mumbles, into your skin. “I just fucking love you and want you to know.

Faintly, you smile – as your arms tighten around him. “I love you, too.”

And that’s the last (real) fight you have over distance.

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svtwish · 7 years ago

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♧ ; joshua | neighbour

a/n: shitty title bc i really dont know what to call this lol. this was from a prompt my irl sent me !! shoutout to her if she’s reading this lmao

happy (belated) birthday joshua! i love you and i hope you’re taking good care of yourself ♡

≫ words; 951 (it’s more of a drabble oof)

≫ genre; fluff

≫ au; neighbours!au

≫ pairing; jisoo x fem!reader

↳ in which he’s your new neighbour and you always see him on the way home from work. unfortunately, your social anxiety makes it terribly difficult to converse with him.

The house next to you had been empty even before your first moved in, so you were pleasantly surprised when you spotted a young man heaving boxes into the old house. You had half a mind to go over and help, but unfortunately your social anxiety got the better of you and you ended up staying at home with Netflix in the background, constantly peeking through the window as you watched your new neighbour move boxes.

You soon learned that the boy living next to you went by the name of Joshua, as seen from the misplaced letters that sometimes ended up in your mailbox. He lived alone and was always away, judging from the way the lights in his home were always switched off. From what you’d observed, Joshua was probably a man in his early twenties, with no lover. All these were just shallow guesses from the little details you could make out from the comfort of your cozy home, so you couldn’t be too sure.

You also learned that his workplace was very near yours. A five minute walk from yours, maybe. The first time you saw him on the way home was a few days after he’d moved in. You’d settled into the seat at the very back of the bus when you spotted a familiar figure chase after the vehicle and board it in a hurry, gasping for air.

Joshua proceeded to settle for the seat in front of yours, making brief eye contact and giving you a small smile as if to acknowledge you.

It was only at that point in time when you realised that he was truly a stunning person. You felt your cheeks flare at the thought of such an alluring man smiling at you.

The last thing you learned was that Joshua was a gentleman. He always nodded his head or shot you a smile whenever he saw you; always let you get off the bus before he did; always helped you whenever you dropped something from your hands after a long day. It was the subtle things that made you want to break out of your comfort zone and strike a conversation with him, but you never found the confidence to do so. Whenever you wanted to open your mouth to greet him good morning on weekends, your fear of socialising would envelope you, effectively removing any resolve you had to converse with your neighbour.

So to say that you were surprised when Joshua approached you when you were collecting your mail one morning was a huge understatement.

It was a lazy Saturday, with nothing much to do other than housework, hence explaining why you were dressed in a pair of FBT shorts and a dark green shirt. You were busy trying to sort out the mail when you heard a soft excuse me that drew the attention away from the white envelopes and colourful flyers in hand.

You prayed that the panic wasn’t too evident on your face when you laid eyes on your very own neighbour, dressed in a white round-neck tee and ripped jeans. He looked even more beautiful up close, wearing casual clothing instead of his usual work uniform. You would’ve complimented him if not for the nervousness bubbling in you.

He seemed to notice that you weren’t able to respond to him, choosing to smile while handing you a long brown envelope. “Here. This is yours. The mailman got the wrong address.”

You took the letter from his hands, examining the letters written in cursive. Sure enough, it had your name written on it. “Thank you, Joshua.”

There was a short pause before the man spoke again. “You know my name?”

Meeting his eyes, you chuckled. “The mailman’s been getting your address wrong for a quite some time now, so I’m always going over to deliver them to their rightful owner,” you explained, the anxiety that had been building up in your chest slowly dissipating when you saw his calm expression. You silently thanked him for being easy to talk to.

Realisation glinted through his pretty eyes. “Ah, I see. I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“It’s fine,” you smiled.

You were sure he was going to say bye and leave, so you turned back to sorting out your cluttered mail. It was only after you were almost done when you realised he was still standing there, looking at you.

Feeling the uneasiness rise again, you glanced up at him. Was he actually a creep? Why was he staying? What did he want from you?

Joshua fiddled with his hands as he tried to muster up the courage to ask you what he’d been meaning to ask for quite some time now.

“I—uh, I was going to ask if you want to walk home from work on Monday,” Joshua tore his gaze from his hands to look at you. He could see the way you were standing up straight, tense and uncomfortable.

“I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he babbled, afraid of giving off the wrong impression. He watched as you slowly relaxed, the uncertainty leaving your body as you sighed in relief.

You smiled. “I’d love to.”

He let out a breath that he didn’t know he’d been holding. “That’s great.”

You let out a small giggle at his expression. “I’ll see you on Monday, then.”

Joshua smiled his small, charming smile that you were so used to seeing from a comfortable distance away. He began to wave goodbye, slowly walking back to his home.

“See you then, Y/N!”

Now it was your turn to be caught off guard, eyes widening at the sound of your name leaving his lips.

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misssophiachase · 7 years ago

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25 days of Klaroline + Favourite Parallel - Klaroline and Warnette (Shatter Me Series) Pic not mine but isn’t it gorgeous?

This isn’t a fusion as such (not this time anyway), mainly because I didn’t want to copy either the books or TVD/TO themes, so I’ve created my own world in between with some Klaroline and Shatter Me touches. An angsty drabble that I think both Klaroline and Warnette could exist in, if that makes sense?

To me Warnette are Klaroline. The forbidden love aspect, their vast differences but at the same time their similarities, villainous father figures, the similar character traits (Aaron Warner and Klaus Mikaelson are pretty much the same person, right?)

The book’s author, Tahereh Mafi, apparently said this is her Warnette song, hence the title. It is a stunning piece of musical genius by The Airborne Toxic Event.

Klaus and Caroline were once lovers until a dangerous threat forces them apart abruptly. Warning: Angst alert.

Sometime Around Midnight

And it starts, sometime around midnight. Or at least that's when you lose yourself for a minute or two.

His attention is focused on the amber liquid, swirling it around the glass. Nothing matters anymore. It hasn’t for a year now.

12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days of dull, grey and lifeless existence. Life was vibrant before. Bathed in a rainbow of colour and filled with happiness and in a love so consuming he couldn’t breathe at times. It was strangely comforting then but the suffocation he feels now, not so much. Being a vampire that says a lot.

Klaus swallows what’s left, barely tasting it as it slips down his throat. He is as immune to its effects as he is to emotion these days. He pushes the glass across the bar impatiently.

“I’ll take another whiskey,” his voice is gruff, barely audible above the din in the hottest new establishment in Chicago. The barman doesn’t respond just fills his glass without question.

365 days ago Klaus left her during the night. Cowardly, maybe, but necessary. His father didn’t approve of his relationship with Caroline, said love was a vampire’s greatest weakness and if he was going to lead the Original family against their circling enemies his human distraction would be his biggest downfall. Most families would quarrel but the Mikaelson way to deal with differences was much more violent and permanent. He was as frightened of Mikael as he was their enemies and what they might do to Caroline in a fit of anger.

He remembered that last night like it was yesterday. She looked so peaceful. She’d thrown off the sheet during the night, a sleeping trait he knew well. The only thing she liked to cover her for warmth was him she’d said once as she straddled his body and feathered kisses along the length of his collarbone. Klaus didn’t think it was possible to be as happy as he was at that very moment. Klaus would gladly be her blanket as long as she’d have him.

Looking at her that night, Klaus felt bitter sweet. Bitter to be leaving but all the sweeter for knowing and loving Caroline Forbes. The moonlight spilled into the bedroom window, the silver shadows dancing across her bare skin as she slept. Her blonde waves were fanned out across the pillow messily. He leant down unable to resist, combing his fingers through the knots he’d caused. She pretended to hate it when he tangled her locks during their intense lovemaking but her ensuing and passionate moans told Klaus she didn’t mind one bit.

Klaus remembers everything. He’s stored it away in a compartment in the dark recesses of his mind but something escapes without warning every now and again. Whether it is the adorable way she pokes out her tongue or the sound of his name rolling off her tongue.

His hand stilled on her head, closing his eyes and concentrating on what he needed to do to make her forget him forever.

Klaus disappeared into the night with only a small bag of personal belongings. Photographs of her mainly, even though Klaus knew he would never forget the swell of her breasts or the creamy colour of her skin. Her leather bound journal found it’s way into his bag too. It was filled with some of her most raw and vulnerable thoughts. He told himself it was so she didn’t uncover the truth but Klaus knew he had a much more selfish motive. It was their story and Klaus needed to know it was real for all eternity, that their love wasn’t just a figment of his imagination.

It is something he still reads daily, desperate to rewind and play back their love story. It is all he has left.

Tomorrow would be just another day. They would go their separate ways and Mikael wouldn’t harm her. His father was not someone to make empty threats and the one against Caroline was all too real if Klaus continued to defy him. This was for the best. But why did it have to hurt so much?

A hush falls over the crowd. Klaus closes his eyes in preparation, steeling his nerves. It has been 365 days since he last saw her and tonight they will come together again. Just not in the same way as before. Swivelling his barstool to face the stage, his breath hitches in his throat. She appears, an absolute vision in white.

As you stand, under the bar lights. And the band plays some song, about forgetting yourself for a while. And the piano's this melancholy sound check.

Caroline Forbes always wanted to perform. While her friends were talking college courses she envisaged herself on stage singing. Her mom laughed off her ambition as silly dreams. Caroline, she chided, you need to earn good money and make something of yourself.

So, she’d dutifully studied and taken a finance job straight out of college. To say she was disappointed about how her life turned out was an understatement. Then one day, 365 days earlier, Caroline awoke from a vivid dream and suddenly craved a new life and direction. This time no one would stand in her way.

Standing here on stage in front of the heaving crowd, she is living her dream. After recently signing a record deal, she will be touring nationally next year. But as much as she loves her new life there always seems to be something or someone missing. Caroline just isn’t sure what or who that is.

The bar is dimly lit while she performs but she can make out an intense pair of blue eyes from the bar watching her every move. He is handsome, that much is obvious, with deep, crimson lips and blonde hair. A white Henley fitting tightly across his chest, paired with dark, denim jeans. Neither item of clothing doing anything to hide his toned physique.

He seems oddly familiar but she can’t quite place him.

To her smile and that white dress she's wearing. You haven't seen her. For a while.

Klaus isn’t expecting the flood of emotions to engulf him. She is breathtaking. Even more beautiful than since he saw her last. Klaus didn’t think it was possible. The dulcet tones of her voice evoking memories of happier times.

Lying on the tartan, picnic rug in the park, her head resting in the crook of his neck. He ran his hands through her hair as they watched the clouds. It began with some humming and ended in the sweetest song, just for his benefit. Klaus told her she should sing professionally but she always laughed it off. She jokingly asked if he was going to use his vampire powers to compel her a record deal. He replied that she didn’t need any vampire intervention because her raw talent was just that good.

The song finishes, Klaus is too deep in thought to notice the music has stopped. Only the applause breaks him from his trance. She bows slightly to the crowd by way of acknowledgment.

But you know that she's watching.

Then her eyes are on him from across the room and she holds his gaze, almost as if she’s trying to solve a puzzle. Klaus freezes. He should leave but her searching, blue eyes cause immediate paralysis.

She's laughing, she's turning. She's holding her tonic like a crux.

Her set has long finished. Klaus lingers, unable to move still. He wants to drink in every inch of her flawless presence while he has this brief chance. She is popular with the patrons, everyone offering to buy her drinks while simultaneously praising her performance.

He’s jealous, his knuckles white as they rest on the bar. His desperation to catch a glimpse of Caroline after so long, his undoing.

It was twenty one months earlier. Klaus had fought with his father again over family business and he and his younger brother had ventured to a local bar to blow off some steam.

“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” Kol sighed, his gaze focused on the entrance. Klaus didn’t bother to turn around, Kol fell in love with a pretty girl every five minutes.

“You have died and you certainly never went to heaven,” Klaus groaned. “Are we playing darts or not?”

“I’m a little busy here, Niklaus,” he murmured, through gritted teeth. “There’s nothing like some fresh, attractive, human blood to liven up the evening.”

Klaus turned, still disinterested until his eyes rested on her. Her golden waves cascaded down her back and her peaches and cream complexion intriguing him immediately. She looked so angelic but at the same time there seemed to be a mischievous and ambitious glint in her eyes.

“So, your friend is promising a round of drinks when we beat you at darts,” she said, her floral perfume bringing him to. Klaus looked over at Kol thinking he certainly worked fast.

“When? Someone’s certainly confident. Oh and he’s my brother but don’t hold it against me, love.” He baulked, unable to help himself. People would describe him as cocky but this girl seemed to be challenging him in those stakes.

“I’m highly competitive and extremely driven no matter the challenge,” she winked, taking off her jacket and revealing a lithe figure clad in black. Klaus didn’t doubt her talents, she’d certainly disarmed him and he was supposed to be the most powerful creature on earth. “And don’t call me love.”

He walked towards Kol, noticing his dreamy state due to her dark haired friend who was preparing for the challenge.

“No compelling,” he hissed.

“But where’s the fun in that?” Kol whined.

“It’s not about winning, it’s how you play the game, little brother,” he recited. He was sure he’d win anyway but for some reason his conscience decided to make a rare appearance.

Famous last words. She’d beaten them convincingly. Kol had skulked away to lick his wounds and he’d sat at the bar with Caroline, falling in love with her then and there. She was refreshing, she challenged everything he believed in and Klaus was hooked. Now to make her fall in love with him without using his powers.

“Another one,” he barks, trying to ignore the way men are attempting to paw her unnecessarily. The barman can sense his ire and raises his eyebrows curiously. Before he can compel the idiot again, she speaks. The room suddenly spinning, she walks up and asks how you are. So you can smell her perfume. You can see her lying naked in your arms

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

“I didn’t realise my mother was in the room,” he growls in response. Not exactly what he’s planned to say to her after all this time. Klaus decides to blame it on his burgeoning feelings threatening to spill over and betray him and their past. The fact she is wearing the same floral perfume isn’t helping to maintain his composure either.

“Unfortunately she’s not,” she shoots back, hands on delectable hips. “It’s actually a great pity because if she was, I’m sure she could teach you a few manners.” There's that sexy sass he remembers so well.

“Touché,” he chuckles. “Actually, I was just about to leave so probably don’t need that drink after all.”

“You can’t leave.” Hearing those three words is enough to render him momentarily speechless. “Who is going to teach you those much needed manners if you go?”

“I’m sure I’ll manage,” he offers. “Anyway, it seems like you have plenty of people to keep you company this evening, Miss…”

“Forbes, Caroline Forbes,” she murmurs, her hand unexpectedly finding his. It’s supple and warm, just like he remembers. “And maybe I’m not interested in plenty of other people.”

And so there's a change in your emotions. And all of these memories come rushing like feral waves to your mind. Of the curl of your bodies, like two perfect circles entwined.

Klaus doesn’t expect their first touch to affect him quite so much. Every single memory comes back, like a slideshow racing through his mind. He can’t stop them if he tries. The way she used to caress his stubble while watching a bad television show of her choice, that possessive look on her face when he dared to steal a French fry from her plate and the way her bare skin felt against his. Two lovers so tightly bound in their passion, they were one.

And you feel hopeless and homeless and lost in the haze. Of the wine

“And you are?” She asks, that sweet, melodic voice doing nothing to ease the knots in his stomach. She regards him earnestly; he knows that particular expression intimately.

“No one important,” he murmurs. “I really need to get going.”

“Past your bedtime?” She deduces, cocking her left eyebrow.

“Something like that, love.”

“Maybe you can come see me sing another night?” Her eyebrows are raised in his direction curiously. Klaus knows that dogged persistence all too well.

You just have to see her. And you know that she'll break you in two.

“Maybe,” he mumbles, shrugging his shoulders while remaining stoic and non-committal.

He gives her a small smile and walks away, too scared to give a backward glance. He knows he will see her again. In 365 days to be exact. Once a year is all he can handle in her presence.

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#sometime around midnight #25daysofklaroline #parallels #warnette #klaroline #klaroline drabbles #however long it takes

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it-is-reigning-men · 7 years ago

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#73 "That night never happened!"

From prompt list for Anon! Gosh, this is late and I’m sorry for not posting a fic in awhile! This is to hold the space till that upcoming Roman / Finn smut comes out as well ~! ;D And I will, of course, be writing all other drabble requests <3

You weren't one to get drunk... for the exact reason that you ended up getting mixed up in after getting drunk last week.

God.

Alcohol really needed to be cleared from history. Humans would be better beings without it.

Last week you'd reluctantly gone out with a group of superstars, female and male alike, and had mostly been clinging to Naomi's side for most of the night. She was always a rock for you, even if she had been the one to force you on the outing in the first place.

But after she accused you of wasting your life and your "hottie body" as she exclaimed whilst getting you ready, you couldn't say no. You did sort of feel like you were wasting your life — granted, you were a successful star on Smackdown, but when it came to living outside of the ring you... weren't, really.

So yeah. You went to a local club with Naomi, Lana, Nia, and a handful of the guys: Rusev, Jimmy, Braun, Dean, and Seth, to name a few.

Honestly being with a few of your best girl friends and surrounded by so many strong (familiar) men did make you a bit more comfortable. If any thing did get out of hand you had plenty of people around to watch out for you.

Not that you weren't capable of taking care of yourself, but you were just unaccustomed to situations like this in the first place.

Hence why you got drunk so goddamn easily when you did start getting into things with the more experienced folk.

Needless to say, just one or two shots turned into five (ten.) Soon enough you were scooting closer to the man closest to your right, nudging into his muscular arm as you giggled and licked your alcohol infused lips.

"Never seen you like this," his voice rang, literally echoing in your ears as you blinked at him.

It was Seth.

The man.

"Yeah, I'm the Man." He chuckled, making it clear you'd said that last bit out loud. Goodness. You had never realized how much you liked his eyes.

He had long eyelashes.

"Thanks, so do you," he said, his arm grazing against yours as he mindlessly toyed with an empty shot glass on the table.

If it weren't for your equal drunkenness, one or both of you might've been disgusted with the heavy smell dancing between your close faces. Instead, the shared breath between you two became annoying - rather than disgusting - so you decided to get rid of it.

Or perhaps Seth decided.

Didn't matter once you were kissing.

His lips were warm. Shockingly soft. His tongue was gentle too.

You both got back to the hotel one way or another... and what happened after that wasn't all as gentle. You liked it. The parts you could recall the next morning, at least.

...

So. That's what got you here in the present. Last week was a since-passed headache, and you were back to your straight edge life. It was a miracle you had had the weekend to recover before the next Smackdown. Tonight was a Live show.

All was normal, up until Seth paid you a visit.

It was no secret Smackdown and Raw often visited the same places - if not the same town then a town nearby - so the intermingling happened occasionally. Even more so during Live events.

"Hey, Y/N."

You rose a brow at him, feeling horribly awkward in his presence. The pair of you had scarcely talked before that night, and now you had a connection you couldn't exactly erase.

That was likely what he wanted to talk about.

That was all he had to talk to you about, actually.

"I'm not gonna go talking about what happened with us, Seth." You scratched your head. "Aside from the people we were with," who obviously know what went down, this lil thing ain't getting out to the public gossip." You gestured briefly between you two.

His face stayed open, eyes round and mouth parted.

"Ahh... thanks."

You nodded, sweating a little.

"But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about,"

He shifted on his feet, looking mad at something. Not you. Himself.

"I mean, well, I guess it kinda is." Seth tried again, coming nearer and leaning his hip against the wall. "I wanted to... do it again sometime, if you wanted."

He didn't mean for it to come out like that, but the circumstance only made you more uneasy. You didn't like judging people you didn't know too well without finding it out personally; however, it was different when it came to relationship reps.

Needless to say, Seth didn't have the best track record with the women he'd been with.

You didn't want to be added to that list, especially since you hadn't even dated before jumping in bed together ... and now he was offering to be a booty call.

Or asking you to be a booty call?

You weren't good at this deciphering stuff.

Seth has time to relocate his mindset, starting again with a determined huff.

"Wait, wait. How I meant to say it was... do you want to go out with me sometime?"

You still weren't getting the picture, narrowing your eyes slightly.

"...A real date. And the sex part doesn't have to be part of it, least till you're actually comfortable."

He coughed.

"I mean. Unless you actually want to. I'm not gonna pressure you or anything, and you don't even have to say yes to the date part."

You'd honestly never seen him so flustered— not even when he was out acting a part in front of a crowd. You weren't sure what to think. Had he always acted all awkward at the start when he flirted with girls?

In the back of your mind all you could think of were those cheating scandals and the gossip the other female wrestlers always threw around. He did flirt with the others before. You didn't like judging based on gossip but sometimes ... when it was that consistent you couldn't help believing the lot of it.

And perhaps it didn't help that your ex had cheated on you while you were on the road.

Something surged inside you and you rubbed the corner of your eye, holding a hand up to stop Seth from possibly rambling again.

"As far as I'm concerned, that night never happened, okay? You don't have to feel obligated to ask me out just cause we were both drunk out of our minds the other night."

He blinked rapidly, thrown by your burst of energy. His eyes darted to the side.

You sighed.

There wasn't really much else to say, was there? You pressed your lips together and turned, wanting to get somewhere closer to the curtain area, given your match was coming up after the current match, which had only just started.

Somehow you already felt guilty for responding like that, even though you knew you had no personal reasons to have ill-will against Seth. Still. The sooner this blew over the sooner you could both move on with your lives.

“Hey—“

You didn’t fully stop, only slowed your steps.

“Listen, I know what you think of me. I know all the girls you hang out with,”

You looked at him with a slanted frown.

“As in, I know how they gossip. About everything.” You could tell he was trying his darnedest not to sound mean. His eyes were conflicted, but he kept them trained on your’s.

“I’m tired of people just... assuming they know all about me, when all they know is my past. Yeah. I fucked up, on more than one occasion.” He took a deep breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose. This definitely wasn’t the type of conversation he was accustomed to.

You wet your lips before pressing them together pensively, waiting till he was finished because, you supposed, he deserved that much.

“If you gave me a chance, I’d promise to... god,” his brows were furrowed and he looked you eye to eye again. “I’d promise to try my best not to mess it up. I like you, I couldn’t put into words why, because I’m sure you know we haven’t talked much, but, yeah.”

Your eyes fell to his Adam’s apple as he swallowed anxiously.

You really hoped you wouldn’t regret this. Maybe you were being naive. Or maybe you were being paranoid. Or maybe you just wanted to follow your damn instinct.

“...You... really are a dork.” It didn’t exactly come out as eloquently as you liked. But you meant that. Wow.

He might be a womanizer or a lying cheat - or maybe he was, at least - but a dork. Yeah. He was that too. So awkward and desperate, like you were the first girl he’d ever asked out.

“...What?” He stared on, totally lost. Was it supposed to be good ?

You spared the tiniest of smiles, not wanting to totally give in, or come off as too easy, only those big brown eyes made you smile a bit more anyway.

“Fine. Alright? One date won’t kill me, so you got your chance, Rollins.”

Seth puffed out a relieved breath, shaking his head.

“Okay, well, uh,” He scratched his beard. “I’ll text you then.” A small, nervous chuckle followed.

“You don’t have my number, hun.”

“Oh. Right-“

“Just find me after my match. It’s a phone number, not my social security.” You patted his shoulder, holding back a building laugh. “Bye.”

Seth’s eyes squeezed shut and he ran a heavy hand over the entirety of his face again; he was absolutely horrified at how bad this had went.

Thankfully, when he moved his hand and recuperated his wits, he smiled and just kept nodding his head.

“See you after you win, Y/N.”

People always say to learn from your history-- maybe this would be one of those times the future would turn out better than the past, for both of you.

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