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personal HCs of the human lords in black
yeah i based em off of the canon npmd ones with some nmt-lore-related details. it's all just for funsies rlly
#my art#starkid#hatchetfield#nerdy prudes must die#npmd#the lords in black#nibblenephim#t'noy karaxis#wiggog y'wrath#pokotho#bliklotep#i REALLY didnât like how canon blinky looked like Just Some Guy especially compared to the other lords#which is what lowk inspired me to do this#yeah i made their humanoid forms a bit less human but. they're gods beyond human comprehension they can do whatever#we're having fun#at least i am :3
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New Year's Kiss - p.b
⣠paige bueckers x reader
⣠wc: 3567
âŁâŁ synopsis: you were known as one of the calmest, most well-tempered players on the ucon wbb roster. so what happens if you lose your cool for the first time in a game? takes place at the uconn vs notre dame game on dec 31, 2022: based off this post/req from my nonnie đ«¶, and lowk inspired by paige's bloody nose at the uconn vs seton hall game!
âŁâŁâŁ a/n: hey guys.... i'm so sorry for being so inactive but the writer's block hit me HARD. I have a few more drafts in progress I hope to release this week, thank y'all SO MUCH for the support and patience! Also, for the opponent in this game i refer to her solely as the, "marquette girl", as i don't know their players that well and don't want to use an irl girl!
Up until the second half of the game, everything had been going decent for you. Sure, this game was one of the most aggressive of the season, but you were right in the peak of your season, so it made sense that emotions were running high with the pressure to do well.
But that didn't excuse the fact that the Marquette girl that had been assigned to defend you had been playing dirty the entire night. After the fucking hellish week you had just gotten through, this girl was about to be the straw that broke the camel's. your, back.
After Paige's acl tear in August and the work and energy you had been endlessly pouring into your game from the past two and a half years till now, you had basically solidified your place as one of the main starters on the team, which meant you were receiving a lot more consistent playing time. The thought of being a more prominent player on the team didn't panic you the way it might others, as you you were known for always being a very level-headed, reliable player under pressure, as you had been dubbed by the media as the "Silent Assassin". But tonight was proving to test your limits to the max.
Any time you were on the court for the first two quarters, the Marquette girl had been glued to you, illegally all up in your space, pushing and shoving at you, taunting you over and over again, and even tripping you once when you lunged for the ball. All of which she had done without receiving a single foul, which not only pissed you off, but also your teammates on the court, the players on your bench, and your coach.
And of course, the one time you had defended yourself against her in the second quarter was the only time the ref called a foul on both of you. She had nearly pressed herself up against you the second your hands came in contact with the ball, leaving you with no choice but to pass to your teammate Aaliyah to sink a layup, when she hooked her arm through yours and pulled just as the ball left your hands.
Her unnecessary aggression caused something to snap inside of you, as the second you felt her yank on your arm, you turned around to push her off of you, hard. She stumbled backwards a little bit, not tripping or hitting the ground in any way, but the damage had been done in the, very biased, eyes of the refs.
The two of you rapidly reacted, approaching each other as you were yelling out meaningless threats and a long string of curses. Thankfully, your teammates holding the two of you back firmly, preventing any further physical altercations.
The two of you both received technical fouls for the unnecessary physical contact and unsportsmanlike behaviour. However, the foul you received only irked you more. Why were the only fouls called on her when it involved you pushing back? Could they not see the way she was treating you the entire game?
And of course, Geno wasn't thrilled about one of his starters getting a tech in the first half of the game. While benched, he had chewed you out for losing your temper at her, especially for cursing, which was something refs never let slide. But his reprimands didn't hold the usual level of anger or frustration, as he internally agreed that the Marquette girl had it coming for her, but, he had to remain professional.
Of course basketball was a physical sport, and with aggression came some conflicts with other players, but her behaviour tonight was unprovoked and incredibly aggravating to you. Which only worsened in the third quarter.
After your tech, you had been trying your best to ignore the incredibly annoying actions of the Marquette girl, but you simply couldn't anymore after she had purposely elbowed you in the nose to make her shot.
You immediately stumbled backwards, folding over at the waist as your hands came up in an attempt to alleviate the intense throbbing your nose felt. You could feel the blood begin to dribble down to your lip as you walked over to the bench with Lou escorting you, awaiting the ref's call.
The refs decided to not call a foul on the other girl, claiming that she hadn't reached backwards on purpose, it was simply the angle of her basket and granted UConn two free throws. The call enraged you, and something inside you snapped. You very quickly forgot about the tissue you were firmly holding at your nostrils as you approached him, insisting with him that the call was blind and blatantly biased.
You hadn't noticed the blood resumed to flow down your face while arguing until it hit your mouth, but you paid no mind to the taste of iron that filled your mouth as you persisted angrily speaking to the ref.
"Paige, go get her before she gets another tech," Geno whispered into Paige's ears over by the bench.
She nodded at him, making her way over to you to pull you away from the ref who was now threatening to eject you from the game.
"Okay enough, you need to get checked out by the team medic," Paige wrapped her arm around your waist to pull you away from your heated conversation, despite your struggle against her. She wasn't that much taller than you, but the extra two ish inches she had on you were proving useful right now.
She dragged you over to the bench, ignoring your many protests. She pried the used, bloody tissue out of your fingers to toss to the medic waste bag, grabbing new ones from her hand to help your bloody nose. It was apparent to everyone on your team, even the fans watching, that your stubbornness wouldn't allow you to accept the call that easily and allow the medic to clean you up. So, Paige would just have to do it herself.
Since your first day on the Uconn campus, you and Paige had become extremely close. With the two of you being assigned roommates your freshman year, the COVID year, it would've been impossible to not become best friends, considering the fact that you spent all of your time together.
If not at practice or hanging out with the team, the two of you were trapped inside your dorm, forced to find company within each other for the entire year. And with Paige's injury her sophomore year, you were one of the only people she was able to open up to, other than Azzi, and you had become her comfort during her rehab time, both then and now. Despite no longer being roommates, you two still always hung out at each other's respective dorm, even having frequent sleepovers.
Your incredibly close relationship wasn't left unnoticed by the media either, especially social media platforms like tiktok. When Paige and Azzi denied the relationship allegations at the same time you made it clear that you liked girls, the internet quickly refocused their attention onto you and Paige, and neither of you had the heart to deny any rumors circulating. Considering that after Azzi, you were the least active on your social media when it came to anything other than basketball, it wasn't too hard to ignore the internet's speculation.
All of which to say, Paige had made it incredibly easy for you to catch feelings for her. Until her, you had never known what it was like to be completely head over heels for someone. The way your heart skipped any time the two of you made eye contact, the way your cheeks flushed when she brushed against you, and the chemistry the two of you shared on and off the court was undeniable.
Unbeknownst to you, she felt the exact same way, and for the last two years, everyone but you two could see the feelings you harbored for each other.
If only you could feel the way her heart was beating as she held your face in one hand, using the other to apply pressure to your nose and wipe away at the blood on your face, neck, and jersey as she listened to you rant about the refs and how they were cheating you guys out of fouls the entire game. Although, she wasn't able to focus on the words coming out of your mouth, only the plumpness of your lips as they moved, something you noticed as your verbal attack slowed down so you could take a breath in between your sentences.
"She's literally fucking stuck up my ass and the refs ignore her which is actual bullshit, the amount of times this girl has literally made unnecessary contact or-, Paige are you even listening to me?"
Her lingering gaze on your mouth quickly snapped up to your eyes, a sheepish smile settling onto her now flushed cheeks.
"Yeah, yeah sorry."
She wiped the remaining blood from around your nose before calling over the medic to check your nose. A small bruise had formed near the bridge, but thankfully it wasn't broken. While she was checking your nose, Paige did her best to avoid meeting your curious stares.
Of course the two of you had small moments where you could envision that Paige felt the same for you. But never one that was so blatantly obvious as her staring at your lips, especially so publicly.
Nonetheless, you barely had time to analyze the interaction before the medic was clearing you to return to the game, Paige patting your butt (this) as you jogged by her to sub back into the game, which, until the handshake line, went without any further incidents, despite your team beating them by 13 points (HVL VS TEXAS Y'ALL).
When passing by you, you heard her mutter under her breath, "fucking bitch," in response to your half-hearted, "good game". It was safe to say you didn't take that well, responding to her with, "you wanna come say that to my fucking face? Pussy ass bitch." For both of your sakes, Dorka and one of her teammates were able to keep pushing the two of you down the line and out to the lockers before the post-game conference with Lou, Nika, and Dorka, which Geno insisted you attend to apologize for your behaviour.
***Small Time Skip***
"So Y/N, the multiple incidents that occured tonight with you and (BLANK) from Georgetown, do you have anything to say about them? I mean, you're known for being a very calm and collected player, but tonight we saw a very different side of you," a reporter questioned you. The questions for you from tonight's post-game conference mostly avoided the fight, treading the waters carefully as it was unlike anything you had ever been involved in.
"I'm not gonna try and cover for myself or anything, it was unprofessional and unacceptable for me to lose my temper on the court like that. Like you said, I've always tried to place an emphasis on just basketball when playing and avoid any other personal feelings or problems, but I guess tonight I didn't do as good of a job on that as I could of. This is something that I will keep in mind for all of our upcoming games as that's not the kind of image or reputation I want to set for myself or the team I represent. I would never want this kind of behaviour to be defining moments from our games because my teammates really put their all into every single one of their games, especially tonight's, and I don't want to create any personal animosity with the girls on the Marquette team, as I have a lot of respect for them."
Your diplomatic and cordial answer had appeased majority of the reporters, along with Geno and the team publicist in the back corner of the room. Except for one nosy reporter who seemed unhappy with your tactful response and was practically feining for drama.
âThis one is for y/n, but with the events of today, you mentioned that you try to keep all personal feelings off the court. Is that an implication of some external underlying tension or problems between you and number (BLANK), as the two of you got quite physical today?â
What the fuck? Now they really were trying to start something between the two of you that never existed in the first place.
âNo not at all. I have no connection with number (BLANK) off the court and donât even personally know her. As I mentioned before, I have nothing but respect for the girls at Marquette and there are no hard feelings on my end. You know, basketball is a physical contact game and that just means that there a few rough moments here and there, itâs just part of the game.â
If they ask any more stupid questions about you and the Marquette girl you were actually gonna lose your mind. Especially if they somehow tie in the fact that you like girls with the fight.
Which, thankfully, they ended up dropping the fight for the rest of the interview, and you and the others were finally allowed to go out and celebrate New Year's Eve the way they had originally planned to.
The whole team, and Kayla of course, was prepared to celebrate at your favorite local bar, Ted's. All of the girls who were taken were bringing their partners along and those of you who were single were all ready to hunt someone down for a drunken kiss at midnight. Except you.
You were far too down bad for Paige to even fathom kissing someone else at the moment, especially not while going out with her and the rest of the team, who all knew about your ginormous crush on Paige.
Nonetheless, you still did your best to get ready quickly, wearing your baggiest pair of low-rise cargo pants and a very cropped white halter tank top in an attempt to cheer yourself up from the fact you wouldn't have a New Year's kiss this year, again.
But by the time you were throwing back shots at the bar like they were water, you couldn't find it in you to care about how single you were. It was common knowledge that you weren't the best at holding your liquor, as the team often made fun of your ability to get drunk off of two to three shots, which is exactly the position you found yourself in.
Until, of course, "guardian angel Paige" decided she needed to intervene in your drinkfest, walking up to your barstool and effectively cutting you off by having the bartender replace your drink with a regular shirley temple just before midnight so that she, or any of your other friends, wouldn't have to deal with you throwing up at four in the morning.
"You gotta go easy on the shots y/n/n, you're gonna hate yourself in the morning if you keep drowning your liver in alcohol."
"Funny, coming from Storrs's resident party girl, Miss Madison," you teased. There were only about twenty minutes left until bar's tv would depict the ball dropping in New York, and the disparity of your situation had begun to sink in.
Not only would you be suffering through another New Year's with no midnight kiss, but you had no relationships since last year or even a single talking stage, no potential relationship prospects for the future, and worst of all, no Paige.
"Yeah well, at least I can hold my drinks. You, on the other hand, are the most lightweight out of all of us. Besides, what happened to your little New Years tradition, the whole eating the grapes thing to find the love of your life or whatever?"
You went off on a little drunken tangent at this, complaining that it was completely ineffective, but also, the fact that it made you look stupid in front of the entire team when absolutely nothing came out of it.
"I mean it's so dumb. I don't get why my love life is so barren, like actually non-existent, it's not like I'm super unattractive or anything like that. Right? But like, I don't even have a midnight kiss this year, again," you grumbled to Paige, unaware of the way she was staring at your lips for the second time today, mesmerized by their movements.
"You are most definitely not unattractive. You're like one of the most attractive people I know. Besides, it's not like I'm kissing anyone this year," Paige reassured you, and somehow, your drunk brain simply did not process the way she had flusteredly complimented you.
"Yeah but you're Paige Bueckers," you emphasized, "you could kiss anyone in this bar if you wanted. Men and women, single and taken, would literally form a line two blocks down if you even mentioned wanting to kiss someone," you gazed up at Paige from your leaned position against the bartop, watching as the gears turned behind her eyes.
"Anyone in the bar? Like, anyone at all?" She asked you curiously, a small smirk graced her features as she peered down at you.
"Yeah probably, but there's only like two minutes left or something, so you should pick someone soon."
"Oh I already have someone picked out, I just don't know if they would kiss me back."
"Oh?" You felt your stomach drop at her statement, and you couldn't stop the jealousy from coursing through your veins if your life had depended on it. But Paige's unwavering gaze never left your face, and you could feel your cheeks flush at the way she was intently looking at you.
"Quite the staring problem tonight P?"
"Well it's pretty hard to not stare at the prettiest girl in the room," she flirted, scooting closer to you, effectively closing some of the distance between you two.
"I-, what?" You stuttered, taken back by Paige's actions.
"How many hints does I have to drop before you finally start picking up on them? I want to kiss you y/n, I want you."
The ten-second countdown had begun as Paige confessed to you, and you were left gawking at Paige's face, your heart threatening to give out from how fast it was beating.
"FIVE, FOUR,"
You yanked on Paige's belt loop, pulling her flush against your body as your eyes focused in on her lips.
"THREE, TWO, ONE, HAPPY NEW YEAR'S!""
Your right hand reached up to grab Paige's jaw at the end of the countdown, pulling her lips firmly down onto yours. The bar's loud chants barely registered to you as you lost yourself in the intoxication of Paige's lips. Your tongue glided across her lip as your mouths moved in unison, causing her to groan into you. You took it as an invitation to slip your tongue into her mouth, the kiss deepening with unrestrained passion.
Your built-up need for each other was apparent as you made out, sending shivers down your spine at the pressure of her mouth against yours. It felt as if she was the oxygen you needed to breathe, and now that you had her, there was no way you could let her go now.
***The next morning: New Year's Day***
Your eyes fluttered open with a pounding headache, yet, the utterly familiar weight of a certain pairs of hands around your waist provided a sense of comfort you knew only she could provide.
Paige's soft snores rung out throughout the room, and as you gently reached forward to her nightstand to grab your phone off charging, you realize it was still extremely early in the morning, not even eight a.m.
And yet, your phone was blowing up with notifications from all social media platforms, even your text messages had over a hundred notifications.
Confused, you click on the apps to check what all the fuss was about, quickly realizing what had happened.
The entire interaction between you and Paige at the game was recorded by the cameramen and had instantaneously made it's way all over the internet, only fueling the dating rumors about the two of you.
The comments and posts were going feral at the way Paige was the only one who could calm you down, the way she wrapped her arms around your waist to pull you back, her holding your face ever so delicately, her smacking your butt as you ran back onto the court, and of course, her transparent staring at your lips the entire time you were an inch apart from her.
"What are you looking at baby," Paige sleepily mumbled into your neck, tightening her grip around your waist to pull you further into her, slinging her right leg over your waist.
You put your phone down and turned in her hold, wrapping your arms around her body as you peered down at Paige's sleepy face, admiring how beautiful she always looked.
"Your fans are going crazy about how obviously down bad you are for me P," you teased, running your foot up and down her calf as Paige pressed her face into your chest to absorb your body heat.
"Let them, just go back to sleep with me for a little bit longer."
And of course, how could you ever say no when your girlfriend was asking you so sweetly?
a/n: thank you for reading all the way through, and i'm so sorry if the ending is kinda rushed, i just wanted to finally get another fic out đ€
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casual - yoon jeonghan
member | childhood best friend!jeonghan x fem!oc
genre | fluff, angst and angst and lots of angst, childhood best friends to ???
word count | 12k
synopsis | throughout her childhood, jeonghan was the one constant in jeong-ah's life. he was her rock and she was his. but there was always an unspoken tension between the two, something that made jeong-ah's stomach flutter and her pulse race. was it casual, like jeonghan said? or was there a possibility of it being something more?
warnings | kissing, a bit of cursing, oc is insecure abt her freckles, jeonghan and oc are both lowk products of the ultimate asian immigrant âtiger-momâ parenting stereotype, jeonghan smokes half a cigarette
playlist | i also ended up making a playlist for this fic too bc i was so into it so here!
notes | inspired by this post from a while back AND I KNOW. PEOPLE HATE OCâS BUT PLEASE. js hear me out for this one. pls. also a huge huge hugeeeeee thank you to the literal freaking best @fairyhaos for beta-ing this long ass fic. youâre seriously the best ilysm!! and last but not least, happy birthday jeonghan!! thank you for always bringing a smile to our faces and gracing us with your love and presence.
Was it casual when you called my biggest insecurity beautiful stars?
âShhh,â Jeonghan pressed his finger against his lips, stopping me from reading my paragraph aloud. âI think we won. Everyone else fell asleep.â
I looked up from The Last Olympian, the latest book of the Percy Jackson series that we were reading together, to see what he was talking about. All of our younger siblings were asleep in a messy pile of tangled blankets, pillows, and limbs on the floor next to the bed Jeonghan and I were currently lying in.
âWe win the bet every year. Should we make them do the dishes this year?â I whispered. Jeonghan opened his mouth to say something when we both heard footsteps in the hallway outside. We frantically scrambled for the blanket and hurriedly tugged it over our heads, just in time as a parent opened the door to Jeonghanâs bedroom.
âTheyâre asleep.â
âAs they should be,â another voice chimed in. âTheyâre still kids, pulling an all-nighter isnât good for them.â
I couldnât hear the first parentâs response as they closed the door and retreated back downstairs. Jeonghan poked me in the rib to grab my attention and once I was looking at him, he wiggled his brows, which I immediately took as a bad sign. He reached behind and pulled out a flashlight, shining it directly into my eyes.
I suppressed a yell and raised my arm to smack him. âDonât-â Smack. âDo that.â Slap.
Jeonghan laughed and grabbed the side of his arm where I had hit him, jutting his bottom lip out into a faux pout. âIâm sorry, Jeong-ah. Will you forgive me?â
âNo.â
âEven if I let you read the rest of this chapter?â
I paused to think about it. â... Okay, fine.â
With that, I grabbed the novel and flipped through until I found the page we last left off on. Jeonghan dimmed the flashlight to its lowest setting and aimed it towards the book as I began to read aloud in a quiet voice about Percy taking a swim in the River Styx.
We were lying on our stomachs with Jeonghanâs blanket over our heads as we delved further and further into the realm of Greek gods and goddesses. Every once in a while, one of us would shift and move around to try and get in a comfortable position. Eventually, we found a position we were comfortable withâour legs on top of one another and Jeonghanâs head resting on my forearm as I read aloud.
Thank God the chapter I was reading was a longer chapter. I didnât like it when Jeonghan read out loudânot necessarily because he was bad, he really was good and read at a good paceâbut because he liked to do this thing where he had these ridiculous voices set for all the different characters and he would overdramatize everything. I didnât know how he remembered which voice belonged to which character, but it was funny and it never failed to make me laugh(or lose concentration).
Eventually, I had to shake Jeonghan off my arm because I was slowly starting to lose feeling in my hand. âHannie, your big, fat head is about to get my right hand amputated.â
âOuch, that was a bit too harsh, donât you think?â Despite acting offended, Jeonghan immediately lifted his head off of my arm, which I appreciated, and lay back down on a pillow right next to my arm.
âSorry, but the truth hurts.â I smiled and got back to reading.
Jeonghan kept his eyes trained on my face as I continued to read about how Percy was barely able to survive an attack from Ethan Nakamura, at the cost of Annabethâs well-being. Jeonghanâs tendency to stare at me wasnât new, and at this point, I was pretty used to it. Most often than not, he wasnât even staringâhe was just spacing out, thinking about something Iâd never be able to comprehend, like quantum physics or something.Â
Once I reached the end of the chapter, I looked over at Jeonghan, who was now fixated on the back of my hand. âHannie, did you even hear anything I just read?â
âUh-huh. River Styx. Curse of Achilles. Morpheus and Hecate. Ethan Nakamura.â Jeonghan responded in a soft voice.
âAre you-â
âJeong-ah, Iâm too tired to read. Can we just lie here?â
â... Okay.â I put the book down and shifted onto my back but Jeonghan stayed on his side, facing me.
I peeked outside the blanket. It was nearly midnight and the night sky was so clear I could nearly see every crater on the moonâs surface. A navy to black gradient night sky was the perfect backdrop for the full moon tonight. The bright, yellow glow from the moon provided enough light in the room for me to recognize all the silhouettes on the floor. I heard a small snore from the pile and smiled.
Retreating back under the blanket, I discreetly snuggled into Jeonghanâs side. Our only source of light was the flashlight, which was shining above our heads.
Jeonghan reached for my hand and I let him as he began lightly tracing indiscernible patterns onto the back of my hand. This went on for a while until I couldnât ignore the tingling sensation anymore and I giggled at the feeling.
âHannie, it tickles. What are you doing?â
âYou have freckles?â
Oh, he was talking about the tiny freckles I had on the back of my hands. They had been there for as long as I could remember and it had always been an insecurity of mine. I remembered, when I was younger, my dad used to gently hit the back of my hands every night as a way of getting rid of those âdamnedâ freckles. I hated it.
Because of societyâs beauty standards, I learned to be ashamed of my freckles as I grew older. The longer I had my freckles, the more I grew to hate them. My mother always told me that it was because I didnât apply enough sunscreen before going out and I was thankful for the wintertime because my freckles were less visible in the sun than they were in the summer and I learned to hide them from the sun as much as possible.Â
So I was surprised that Jeonghan had even noticed the freckles in the first place, especially because it was December and my skin hadnât seen the light of the sun for a couple of days now, thanks to the rainy weather.
âUm, yeah. Iâve had them since I was young,â I pulled my hand away and stuck it behind my back. âIgnore it, they wonât disappear no matter what I try.â
âNo, Jeong-ah, theyâre beautiful.â
âWhat?â
âTheyâre beautiful.â
âNo, theyâre not.â
âYes, they are.â
âWhy?â
Jeonghan laughed in what seemed to be frustration. âJeong-ah, those freckles signify you. Your experiences and your growth, why are you embarrassed of them?â
âI donât know. I was always told they were ugly and something to be ashamed of.â
âJeong-ah, this just might be my most favorite part of you.â
âReally? Not my hilarious, sexy, bodacious humor?â
âWhat the fuck does bodacious mean? Regardless, yes.â
âBut theyâre like⊠little moles?â
âSo? I have moles.â
âBut itâs like a whole bunch of them in the same area and itâs gross.â
âNo, itâs not.â
âYes, it is.âÂ
âNo, it isnât.â
âThen what is it?â
Jeonghan grabbed my hands and stared at the tens of freckles that were distributed along the backs of my hands. I hated them.
âTheyâre⊠beautiful, glowing, tiny stars.â
â... What?â
âBeautiful, glowing, tiny stars sprinkled across a wide expanse of a night sky that is you.â
A pause.Â
âAre you sure youâre a sixth grader because that was deeply poetic, Hannie.â
âYou make me a poet.â
âOh.â
âSorry, was that weird?â
Not at all, I thought to myself. My heart had begun to beat erratically and I was pretty sure I knew why.
âNo⊠I like it.â
âGood. But-â Jeonghan suddenly let go of my hands so he could reach above his head and stretch. âIâm getting tired, JeongJeong. Letâs go to sleep.â
âOkay. Good night, Jeonghan.â
âGood night, Jeong-ah.â
That night, I fell asleep with my head pressed against Jeonghanâs side as his fingers gently ran across the skin on the back of my hands, over my new favorite part of me, soothing me into deep slumber with a familiar warm and tingly feeling in my heart and stomach.
Was it casual if I still think of you when I see lemons?
âHi, Mrs. Yoon! Itâs so good to see you!â I greeted Jeonghanâs mother with a tight hug and a grin.Â
She hugged me back and smoothed her hand through my hair with a sweet smile. âHow are you, sweetheart?â
âIâm doing great!â
âNo boyfriend yet?â she asked jokingly. I chuckled along with her and Jeonghan rolled his eyes.Â
âMom, donât bother her with questions like that. Câmon, Jeong-ah, letâs go to my room.â
As we retreated further into the house, Mrs. Yoon yelled from the kitchen, âMake sure to give her a tour of the house!â
The Yoon family had moved again recently, so it was only natural for Jeonghan to give me a quick house tour. Passing by the living room, I noticed that our younger siblings had already situated themselves by the coffee table with their dolls and toys. I smiled at the sight.
The last part of the tour was his room. It looked eerily similar to his old room but at the same time, it was completely different.
âWoah, your room is so big.â
Jeonghan sprawled out against his bed. âYeah, itâs great. Especially since I donât have to share rooms with my older brother now,â He looked around his room with a proud look on his face. âI have a basic layout down, but I still want to move around some things and decorate.â
I jumped into his bed, joining him on his comforter. âOoh, with what?â
âYou know, pictures and posters of basketball and football.â
I hummed. âYou better have a picture of us together.â
âHow could I forget?â Jeonghan rolled his eyes at me sarcastically and I laughed. âBut I already have a Packers poster-â
I threw my wadded up ball of socks I had just taken off at him. âIâm telling you, Raiders are better.â
âEw, get your nasty socks and opinions away from me.â Jeonghan threw my socks back at me with a disgusted look and I laughed. âI know itâs your opinion, but your opinion is just plain wrong in this situation.â
âWhatever, Hannie. You know Iâm right.â I stuck my tongue out at him and looked up at his ceiling.
His new ceiling didnât have the glow-in-the-dark stars he had in his old room and I frowned. âHannie, you donât have your stars anymore.â
He looked at me, confused. âWhat stars?â
âOur stars. The glow-in-the-dark ones we put up at your old house?â
Jeonghan rubbed his hand along the back of his neck sheepishly. âYeah⊠I just thought they were getting a bit childish for me now.â
My frown deepened. âChildish? What do you mean, childish?â
âI mean, weâre eighth graders now, Jeong-ah. Weâre gonna be high schoolers soon and I think glow-in-the-dark stars might be a bit too childish for a high schooler.â
My face fell. âOh.â
âIâm sorry, JeongJeong.â
I tried my best to smile and brighten up. âItâs okay, Hannie. Itâs personal preference. Itâs your room, not mine.â
âThanks. Well, do you wanna get started on math?â
âOkay! You better be a good teacher.â
Jeonghan laughed as I climbed off his bed. âNo promises, JeongJeong.â
For the next hour and a half, Jeonghan and I sat on the floor of his new bedroom, solving algebra equations. He was sitting across from me, and I stared at him whenever I thought he wasnât looking. I donât know when it happened, but something about him had changed.
His shoulders seemed more broad and his facial features had somehow sharpened. We always knew that Jeonghan had attractive facial features, but when he was younger, he was much softer and adorable. In the past few weeks Iâd seen him, he seemed more adult-like. Was this what puberty did to a person?
Sure, I already knew about the effects puberty hadâI wasnât exactly a late bloomer myself. But to see Jeonghan, my best friend who used to get bathed in the same sink as me before either of us could talk, having a taller, lankier build made me feel something in my stomach.
The fact that I had a crush on Jeonghan for a while now was no big secret either. All of my friends at school knew about it (thank God he went to a different school), and even my sisters and his younger sister knew too. Just a couple weeks ago, I confided in his sister about my not-so-little crush on her older brother.
Initially, Sua was a bit grossed out by the whole thing. Her brother? Out of all people? Despite feeling weird about it, she told me that she always thought we looked good together and she had always rooted for us for as long as she could remember.Â
I had laughed when she said the last part, but that night, I tossed and turned in bed all night as I imagined what my life would be like if we were together. Would he pick me up every Wednesday like he always did, but with flowers instead of packets of algebra equations? Would he hug me more often instead of the awkward occasional side hug we did ever since I started puberty?
There had been so many instances where I considered gathering up the courage to tell him about my crush on him, and I always thought I had a chance, too. There was something about the way he looked at me whenever we were playing Mario Kart that told me he considered me more than a childhood friend.
Out of the blue, Jeonghan set down his pencil. âWanna take a break?â
I looked up from my worksheet with a meek smile. âPlease?â
He laughed and stood up, helping me up with him. âCome on, I havenât shown you the backyard yet.â
My eyes widened with excitement. âYou guys have a backyard?âÂ
âMhm! Thereâs a lemon tree too. It belongs to the neighbors but they told us we can take from it whenever we want.â
I excitedly followed Jeonghan out into the hallway, living room, and to the backyard. It wasnât the most spacious backyard Iâd seen but there was enough area for all of the kids to play.Â
I looked around, observing the trees lined up against the fence. âWhereâs the lemon tree?â
âTry looking for it.â Jeonghan shrugged and walked around the backyard aimlessly.
I playfully rolled my eyes and began looking through the different trees to try and look for the lemon tree. The sun was hot and bright, making me feel sticky and gross. The forecast wasnât joking when it said that summer was finally here, because the early July heat was making me sweat like no other.Â
âJeong-ah, a little birdie told me that you have a not-so-little crush on me.â
I froze in my tracks. âWhat?â My heart was racing at what felt like a hundred miles a minute and I frantically searched for something to say.
âIs it true?â
I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt with a nervous laugh. âUm⊠it depends?â
âDepends?â Jeonghan looked at me with an unreadable expression.
âYeah? I mean it depends on a lot of things, right? Like your definition of like and my definition of like might be different and what do you mean by little bir-â
âI like you too,â Jeonghan interrupted my rambling with a smile. âFollow me, Iâll show you the lemon tree.â
I was so stunned that I could only wordlessly follow Jeonghan to a small space between the wall of his house and the wooden fence separating his backyard from the neighborâs.Â
At the edge stood a small lemon tree that hung over the fence. The actual tree itself was planted on the neighborâs property but it had received so much love and care that its branches grew up and over the fence onto the Yoon property.Â
âWoah⊠Itâs so pretty. I can see some lemons beginning to ripen,â I reached up on the tips of my toes but the closest lemon was still too high up for me to reach. From behind me, Jeonghan laughed at my feeble attempt and effortlessly reached up for the lemon, ripping it away from the branch.Â
My breath got caught in my throat at the way Jeonghan was looming over me. I was always the taller one when we were younger; when did he get so tall? He wasnât that tall yet but there was a noticeable height difference that made my heart flutter.Â
Jeonghan handed me the lemon and I thanked him with a small smile. âJeonghan, about what you said earlierâŠâ
He turned around to face me with a shy smile. It was obvious he was blushing by the way the tips of ears and his cheeks were flushed with a shade of bright pink. âYeah, I like you. And Sua told me.â
âWhy, that littleââ I was about to storm into the house to give his little sister a piece of my mind, but because the walkway was so narrow, I wouldnât have been able to pass without Jeonghan moving out of the way. I took a few steps forward, expecting him to get out of the way, except he didnât.
âCan you, like, scooch? So I canââ
âI really want to kiss you right now,â Jeonghan said seriously. His eyes held an intense and serious gaze I had never seen from him before. The Jeonghan I knew was playful and lighthearted. Right now, whatever this was, this was the complete opposite.
âYou should, if you really want to,â I managed to say breathlessly before Jeonghan took a step closer and captured my lips with his in one, swift movement. He placed a hand on my cheek, gently guiding my face up so my lips would be pressed gently into his.
Iâd always been a hopeless romantic for as long as I can remember. I always dreamed of the perfect first kiss with the perfect person. It would be romantic, it would be swoon-worthy, and it would be everything I had ever seen and heard of from the books and movies.
Like fireworks. I always read about the fireworks feeling a person would get when theyâd kissed âThe Oneâ for the first time. Iâve always wondered when I would be able to kiss âThe Oneâ and what those fireworks would feel like.
There were almost 8 billion people in the world. Statistics and studies show that an average human being meets about 80,000 people while they live. That would mean one only meets 0.00001% of the worldâs population in their lifetime, which means I had almost 0% chance of meeting âThe Oneâ in my lifetime. How lucky would I be, if the first person I kissed would be my last, because they were âThe Oneâ for me?Â
The moment Jeonghanâs soft lips touched mine, everything within me collectively exploded. An indescribable feeling blossomed within my chest, spreading all over the rest of my body. After what felt like years of imagining what it would be like to be kissing Jeonghan, it was finally happening. I was kissing Jeonghan and he was kissing me, and the rest of the world seemed to slip away. Jeonghan let out a small exhale and I felt the soft tickle of his breath beneath my nose, which made me giggle.Â
My heart felt so full but so empty simultaneously as I poured everything I had within me for Jeonghan into this kiss. I felt like floating but Jeonghan kept me grounded with the way his soft lips were firmly pressed into mine.
I eventually reluctantly pulled away to catch my breath. Jeonghan ran a hand through his hair with a dazed look in his eyes and I grazed my lips with the tips of my fingers. They were still tingling from the sensation of kissing and I secretly hoped this feeling would never disappear.Â
Jeonghan slipped a hand against my lower back and pulled me closer, pressing my body against his as our lips brushed together for a second time. I sighed against his lips, which made him laugh.Â
âDid I just witness Yoon Jeonghan and Kim Jeong-ah kissing?â We heard a loud voice yell from above us. Immediately pulling away like two similar polar charges repelling against each other, Jeonghan and I scrambled to act nonchalant but it was too late.Â
Jeonghanâs older brother, Jeongmin, was staring out the second floor window with an absolute shit-eating grin. âJeonghan and Jeong-ah, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes the love, then the marriage-â
Jeonghan groaned, annoyed by the whole situation, as he ran a hand over his tired and blushing face. âAt least I can say Iâve kissed someone now.â Jeonghan mumbled.
âI heard that!â
When we walked back into the house, my heart soared at the thought of having a boyfriend. Jeonghan was going to ask me to be his girlfriend and I could already imagine the look on my friendsâ faces. Awe, shock, surprise, happiness? I was so excited, I couldnât contain my joy as I bounded into the kitchen to get a drink of water.
Jeonghan trailed behind me. His steps were slow and hesitant and I turned to face him with an expectant look in my eyes. It was going to happen, Jeonghan was going to officially ask me to be his girlfriend.Â
I handed him a cup of water and as he took a sip from the cup, I eyed him expectantly. After almost ten years of piningâ
âSo, do you want to get back to practicing derivatives now?â
At that moment, I thought my entire world had just shattered and I felt the ground underneath me open up and swallow me whole. Hell, I wish it wouldâve instead of leaving me standing awkwardly in front of Jeonghan who was pretending like everything that happened in the past 10 minutes had never happened.
I guess Jeonghan noticed my reaction because he reached for the back of his neck with an awkward smile. âOur placement test is coming up and I want both of us to be really prepared, you know? I really want us to go to the same school.â
I swallowed back the bitter sting in my eyes and nodded. âYouâre right. Letâs go.â
Jeonghan and I went back to his room where we spent the rest of the afternoon in complete silence, only with the occasional âDid I do something wrong in this equation? I keep getting a decimalâ to interrupt the silence.
Was it casual when you risked getting in trouble for my sake?
When my eyes fluttered open, the first thing I was able to register in the dark was Suaâs sleeping form on her bed. As I waited for my eyes to adjust to the dark, I sat up from my sleeping spot on the floor. To my right, I was barely able to make out my sisters sleeping a few feet away from me and I felt a cold hand press into my cheek.
âYou awake, squeak?â
My eyes had somewhat adjusted by now, but I was unable to recognize the squatting shadow in front of me. But I immediately knew it was Jeonghan.
I nodded and rubbed at my eyes with the back of my hands. âWhat time is it?â
âFive minutes before midnight. Come on,â With Jeonghanâs help, I stood up and we stumbled out of Suaâs bedroom and into the dimly lit hallway. âFollow me.â
Jeonghan grabbed my hand and dragged me downstairs. The entire first floor was fully dark, save for the Christmas tree in the corner next to the fireplace that was still up. The bright crystal lights illuminated the walls and ornaments in a whimsical, fairytale-esque light.
âJeonghan? What are we doing?â
The taller boy didnât respond. He simply walked to a small door on the side of the staircase we just took. The door was barely tall enough to fit a sixth grader, definitely not two high school sophomores.
âWhen we moved into this house, I found this room. Itâs kind of like Harryâs room in the Dursleyâs home,â Jeonghan said. He opened the door, and inside was a cozy nook overflowing with pillows, blankets, and⊠basketball posters. Of course.Â
I giggled at the LeBron poster that had begun to slightly peel off the wall but followed Jeonghan inside. The room was just big enough to fit the two of us, but even when we were sitting at the opposite sides of the room, our knees would probably be touching. Jeonghan situated himself on one side of the room and patted the empty space next to him, motioning for me to sit down next to him.
âWhat is this place?â I plopped down on the floor next to him.
âMy space. When I need a break from studying or the cello, I come here. Itâs pretty cozy, huh? I decorated it myself.â Jeonghan puffed up his chest proudly and I laughed.
âYeah, it looks great. The LeBron poster with the fluffy pink pillows. Very⊠you.â I fingered the throw pillow next to me and Jeonghan let out a small sound of frustration.
âI told Sua I didnât want pink but she insisted⊠I wanted gray pillows,â Jeonghan groaned. He rested his head on my shoulder and pouted. I gently patted his head to console him.
âIt looks great, Hannie. I promise.âÂ
âYou should ask me why weâre in here instead of sleeping like everyone else.â
I let out a sigh that ended in a laugh. âOkay, Jeonghan. Why are we in here instead of sleeping like everyone else?â
Jeonghan immediately straightened up and turned his body to face me, and I mirrored his movements. The way he looked at me with shining, excited eyes reminded me of the same 5-year old who enjoyed pulling on my pigtails and showing me his Pokemon cards.
Despite growing a lot in the past decade, there were still some parts of Yoon Jeonghan that never seemed to change. For example, that mischievous look on his face whenever he was about to do something he wasnât supposed to.Â
âWait here.â Jeonghan disappeared outside and I couldnât help but smile at his excited, almost child-like demeanor. Resting my head against the wall, I looked up and saw the sloped ceiling decorated with glow-in-the-dark stars.
The door opened and Jeonghan reappeared with a single cupcake, a match, a candle, and two mini party hats. âI know we all got in trouble by our parents today so we canât celebrate New Yearâs, but I still wanted to do something for you. I know how much you love New Yearâs celebrations.â
It was true. When all six of us had gotten in trouble earlier that evening because Jeonghan convinced all of us to try and help him set up a booby trap in his grumpy neighborâs driveway, I was greatly disheartened when our parents decided that our collective punishment would be a bedtime of 9:30 and no New Yearâs celebration.
I was particularly more upset than the others because my parents had promised me a year ago that this New Yearâs celebration would be the year where I finally got to try champagne.
âJeonghan, I-â I faltered. I couldnât find the words to describe how grateful I was to have him at that moment.Â
Jeonghan scrambled to sit in the empty spot next to me. âYou can thank me and be impressed later, just put this hat on. We only have a minute left.â He snapped on his own party hat before sliding its identical piece over my own head.
With a shaky hand, Jeonghan struck the match and lit the candle that was stuck atop the cupcake. We had made these cupcakes earlier today, with the help of our siblings. It had always been a tradition of ours. My family would go over to the Yoon familyâs house for the New Yearâs and we would spend the night.
Jeonghan, his older brother, and I were the older ones so we usually resorted to playing video games, board games, and baking while our younger siblings played with toys or watched TV. Our time together was always fun and a big highlight of my winter break every year.
But two years ago, when Jeonghan and I kissed under that lemon tree, something changed. Our conversations became more stiff and awkward and he seemed to avoid me and my text messages more often.
When I consulted my mother about this situation (minus the kissing part), she had laughed and told me, âItâs because both of you are going through puberty now. Itâs okay, itâs natural! Your relationship is going to return to normal in no time.â
Albeit it did take two years and a global pandemic for the two of us to be back on speaking terms again, but I was thankful to have my best friend back.
Jeonghan looked at me with a bright smile as he softly began to count down, his phone propped up against the wall so we could keep an eye on the clock. The single flame of the candle seemed to reflect the hundreds and thousands of stars that Jeonghan held within his eyes. His long lashes fluttered against his pale cheek bone and that tear-shaped mole on his right cheek that I had always been fond of.Â
âFive⊠fourâŠâ I joined him in the count down, our hands holding the small cupcake together.Â
Iâd grown to accept the fact that Jeonghan wanted to pretend that kiss never happened. I did a lot of thinking and reflecting during our time apart to realize that it was our silly pre-pubescent emotions that had gotten the best of us in that moment. It never meant anything.
There was also a period of time when I questioned everything. He was the one who had brought up my feelings for him first, confessed to me, and brought up kissing first.Â
But I also knew the answer to that. The summer we had kissed was the summer before we entered our freshman year of high school, and Jeonghan was under immense pressure from his parents to get into this prestigious academy in our town. The only way a student was permitted to attend this school was by passing an admissions test that thousands of students across the state took as an attempt to attend the school.
I had also wanted to attend that school. They had an exceptional instrumental music program and I had always dreamed of being in the same orchestra as Jeonghan. Him on cello, me on violin. My idiotic eighth grade self had even imagined ourselves performing together in our senior year of high school; Jeonghan would be first chair cello and I would be concertmaster.
But those foolish hopes and dreams of mine were crushed when Jeonghan passed the admissions tests with flying colors while I received an emergency surgery the same day for an unexpected case of appendicitis. My parents and I had begged the school for a re-take, explaining that I was physically unable to come and take the test, as well as the other retake test days because I was recovering from surgery. The school said they couldnât make any exceptions and so I didnât have any choice but to go to my local high school five minutes away from my home instead of the state-recognized academy Jeonghan was going to attend 20 minutes away.Â
âTwo⊠one! Happy new year!â Jeonghan cheered. âOne, two, three!â
11 years of friendship helped me to immediately recognize Jeonghanâs intent when he began counting again.
When he reached 3, the two of us blew at the single candle and the flame flickered for a moment before it disappeared, leaving a small trail of white smoke in its wake. Jeonghan pulled the candle out of the cupcake and I dipped my finger into the frosting and smeared it across my best friendâs cheek.
Jeonghan smiled with a mischievous glint in his eyes before dipping this thumb into the white frosting and spreading it across my forehead. âSimbaaaaa.â
We both erupted into a fit of childish giggles as I tried to smear another glob of dense, sweet frosting onto his face, but he dodged my hand successfully. And because Jeonghan was blessed by the genetic gods and had much longer arms than I did, he was able to reach over and smudge another spot of white frosting onto the top of my nose.
âEwww!â I cried loudly.
Jeonghan tried to shush me but it was too late. We heard a door upstairs opening, and a pair of footsteps moving down the stairs. Jeonghan and I held onto each other with bated breaths and when we heard the footsteps slowly fade away, we let out a quiet sigh of relief.
âMaybe theyâre just grabbing water or some-â As Jeonghan whispered into my ear, the doorknob of the small door rattled and opened, revealing Mrs. Yoon, half disheveled with a face mask.
I clamped a hand over my mouth to suppress the giggle that was threatening to spill as Jeonghan fumbled to find the right words. âH-hi, mom. We were just-â
âOut. Both of you. Now.â
Uh oh.
(We ended up being grounded by our respective parents for the rest of the winter break but it was okay because that was the best new yearâs celebration Iâve ever had because it was with Jeonghan.)
Was it casual when you said you believed in fate because of me?
âDo you believe in fate?â
My sudden question mustâve startled Jeonghan because he flinched in his desk chair before adjusting his glasses to look at me. He was busy studying for the SAT so I decided to keep him company by lounging around in his bed with a book since I had passed the SAT on my first try.
âWhy do you ask?â Jeonghan responded, returning his gaze back to the workbook laid out in front of him.
I shrugged, even though he couldnât see me. âThis book that Iâm reading right now, itâs talking about fate and how itâs real because thereâs some incidents in the world that simply canât be coincidences.â
Jeonghan hummed in thought but didnât respond. Comfortable silence filled the room as the question and possibility of fate hung heavily in the air, before he spoke again. âI think fate exists.â
âReally? Why?â I lifted my face to face him and this time, it was Jeonghanâs turn to shrug.
âI think some things are simply meant to be. Everything Iâve experienced, the people I met, and the lessons I learned all have a profound impact on my life and my sense of self. I think everything in my life happens because I need it to happen in order for me to fulfill my lifeâs purpose, whatever that may be.â He pressed his pencil against his lips. âOkay, then riddle me this. Why shouldnât fate exist?â
I tapped my finger against the cover of the book in thought. âHm, I guess youâre right. I think fate exists in the world, just not in my own life.â
Jeonghan set down his pencil this time, which meant he was fully invested in the conversation. âWhat makes you say that?â
I flipped over onto my stomach and looked at my best friend who was watching me intently from the other side of the room. His recently bleached hair was a tousled mess from all the different times he had wrangled his hair in frustration with wrestling the SAT problems in the past two hours. The black square glasses I bought him last Christmas sat neatly on the bridge of his nose. He looked good.
âI donât know. Nothing really âfate-worthyâ has really happened in my life.â I made air quotes with my fingers as I spoke. âThere hasnât been a coincidence where I was so shocked, I thought, âThis canât just be a coincidence.ââ I guess something I said had amused Jeonghan because a corner of his lips curled up. âWhat? Whatâs so funny, Yoon Jeonghan? Mr. Valedictorian?â
He threw his eraser at me. âDonât call me that. Iâm not going to be the valedictorian.â
âHelloooooo, you were literally called into the counselorâs office during summer break so she could tell you the final requirements you needed to fill to become valedictorian. What do you mean youâre not getting it? If anyone deserves that title, itâs you.â I caught the erase he threw at me and tucked it into the book I was reading to save the page for later.
âYou donât actually mean that.â Jeonghan fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. âI- I failed the SAT three times already, and even you passed-â He paused and glanced over at me. âShit, sorry, Jeong-ah. I didnât mean it like that.â
My eyes narrowed at his words. Although weâve always been friends and never had any sort of rivalry except for the lighthearted competitions we did to motivate each other, there was always an unspoken tension between us when it came to academics.Â
When I was younger, people called me a child prodigy. I never needed a tutor or extra lessons to stay on top of my classmates and peers. My parents also never pressured me to study or have a thriving academic career. Their philosophy was that as long as I found joy in learning, that was enough for them. I was my own catalyst, rather than my parents. I wanted to push myself further and further to see how far I could go, how much I could achieve on my own.Â
Jeonghan was the opposite. He didnât find studying or school fun; he preferred to play basketball outside with friends or take a nap. On his own, Jeonghan didnât struggle to keep up, but he also wasnât one of the best. Much different from my parents, Jeonghanâs parents considered education the most important thing to a person. I witnessed them ridiculing Jeonghan countless times for his âpoorâ grades and performances and made constant comparisons to me and his brother.Â
He initially tried to fight back their expectations, but after his older brother was given special admission to Harvard as a junior, Jeonghan accepted his fate and began to focus on his studies. While I began to neglect my studies from an academic slump stretching along the past few years, Jeonghan was thriving and he was able to easily surpass me within a short amount of time.Â
As for my slumpâthe cause of it was unknown. My parents and I struggled for years to find some kind of reasoning for the sudden drop in my grades and my lack of motivation. I dropped all my honors classes because I struggled to keep up and I was soon dropped from the list of contenders for valedictorianâs for my graduating class. I was disappointed in myself and beat myself up for it, but Jeonghan always encouraged and consoled me with that smile of his.Â
Although all my academic prospects seemed to no longer be in reach for me, seeing Jeonghan receive recognition from his school and parents made me happy. He had always wanted to make his parents happy; seeing him glow from all the praise from his parents was more than enough for me.
The possibility of Jeonghan considering me his competition had never crossed my mind. I always thought this competition was something that was forced between our parents. I never deemed him as an opposition, but did he?
âEven I what? Even I, the more stupid one out of the two of us, passed the SAT on the first try? Really?â I sat up on the bed and threw the book down incredulously.
âJeong-ah, you know I didnât mean it like that.â He ran his hands through his stupid, gorgeous-looking hair again.
âYes, you did,â My voice was biting and laced with venom as I pointed an accusatory finger at Jeonghan. âDid you always see me as competition, Jeonghan? Another opponent for you to beat so you could look good to your parents and win a sliver of their favor? I think you and I both know that Jeong-min is always and forever going to be their favorite. He got into Harvard as a junior, for Christâs sake.â Harsh and angry words that I didnât mean began to brew like a storm within me and slowly started spewing out of my mouth.
âIâve always been willing to lose to you if it meant seeing you happy. Iâve noticed the way your parents reacted whenever you did something better than me. Iâm not dumb, but Iâm willing to let go of my ego and pride and lose to you every time if it means getting to see you smile more. Because weâre friends and because I care for you. Youâre important to me and seeing you happy is more than enough for me.â I swallowed a shaky breath and the next words came out weaker than before. âEven if that meant, although Iâve been in love with you for the past at least decade of my life, pretending that the kiss we had in eighth grade and whatever the fuck that happened during the winter break of our sophomore year and any other moment that kept me up at night in our 15 years of friendship, never happened. Even when weâre able to find each other in a big crowd and lock eyes and be able to understand what the other person is thinking with a single glance. Because you seemed more comfortable that way.Â
âI pretended like nothing ever happened. I even dated a more than decent guy to try and get over you. I broke a good personâs heart because I was trying to forget you. Do you know what Seungcheol said to me when we were breaking up? He said that the way that he looked at me was the way that I looked at you.â
âJeong-ah...â Jeonghan stood up from his chair but I raised a hand to stop him.
âDonât do that thing where you soften your voice and look at me with the most gentle and caring eyes because you know the effect that it has on me and even though I know you donât mean it, Iâll soften up again. No.â
Glancing down, I fidgeted with the fraying hem of my shirt. The thinning threads of fabric rolled between my fingers, similar to the thin, invisible string within me that was stressed and twisted, ready to snap, and I was suddenly painfully aware of how silent the room was. I wanted to leave.
When I looked back up, Jeonghan sighed and took off his glasses to set them down on his desk.Â
âYou asked me if I believe in fate.â My silence served as a âgo aheadâ for him to continue. âI believe in fate because youâve been by my side for almost 16 years now. The moment I gained consciousness as a baby, you were in my life. Hearing you call my name in that sweet voice of yours and giggling because of how similar our names were, even though I was too young to understand the concept of love, I knew we were going to stay by each otherâs sides for a long time.Â
âOur names and personalities, we were made to balance each other. When I went too far with my pranks, you were the one to knock some sense into me and I was the one to always teach you the rules of video games. I taught you how to play Minecraft on the Xbox and I was your first (and only) kill in Fortnite and Valorant because your parents refused to let you play games. I donât know when or how it happened but I slowly began to believe that I was made for you. I was breathed into existence in this universe to be yours. We have nothing and everything in common, and I think thatâs exactly what weâre supposed to be.Â
âThe moment you kissed me under that lemon tree six years ago, from then on, youâve owned my heart. Not a single minute or second after that moment, have I ever not belonged to you. Every inch of me is yours. My heart is yours. Iâve always been yours.âÂ
At some point during his speech, Jeonghan had begun to cry. Tears were streaming down his face as he silently took a step towards me. When he noticed that I wasnât stopping him, he took another.
I didnât respond and simply searched his face for any signs of deceit or lies. There were none.
âYou donât mean thatâŠâ I whispered. Jeonghan took another step towards my direction, my heart. The string loosened. âThen why did you pretend like nothing happened after we kissed? I was waiting for you to ask me to be your girlfriend. I was so happy but you never brought it back up so I thought you thought it was a mistake orââ
âI was scared. Scared about what that kiss meant for us and what would happen in the future. I missed my timing and I was planning to ask you the next time I saw you, but before I could, my brother ratted us out and told my mom about our kiss. Obviously, my mom went ballistic and asked me how I could even think about girls during such a crucial time. She pressured and pushed me more than before so I wouldnât get distracted.â I donât know when, but Jeonghan had somehow reached the foot of the bed. He was merely inches away and I found myself craving for the comfort of his touch.
âOh my God, so it was all my fault. Iâm so sorry, Jeonghan.â
Jeonghan reached out and grabbed my hands with his own. His cheeks were wet from his tears and his hands were cold, as always, seeking the warmth and comfort from me as he always did for the past 15 years.
âNone of this was your fault, Jeong-ah. My mom didnât blame you, either. She thought I was the one who had gone crazy and thought I was going to throw away everything that I had ever worked for and built, for you.â
I held my breath.
âAnd I would. Every single time, in every single lifetime.â
I felt my own tears welling up. âJeonghanâŠâ
âIf you ask me to fail this SAT and go to community college or whatever college that youâre going to, then I would do it without any hesitation. I donât care about being the black sheep of the family or constantly being compared to my brother. Iâm willing to do anything and everything for you.â
âJeonghanâŠâ At this point, the tears were spilling out of my eyes with no thoughts of stopping. âHannieâŠâ
From a young age, Jeonghan got cold easily. Whenever our families went camping together, he would be the first to put on an extra layer of clothing and shiver in the chilly evening weather after the sunset. Jeonghan made it a habit to seek warmth from two sources of heat during these times: the fireplace and me.
He always insisted on sitting next to me in front of the bonfire even though my younger sibling needed help sticking their marshmallows onto their roasting stick. Jeonghan would always swiftly help them with shivering hands before nudging my side of the chair with his and asking for my hands with a gentle, pleading look in his eyes.
As we got older, I often pretended to be annoyed and rolled my eyes at this gesture but never said no. How could I say no to the one boy Iâd always loved?
Iâd never known what it was like to not love Jeonghan. He had a playful and silly nature from a young age. He constantly played tricks on me and our younger siblings but he was also really gentle. Jeonghan loved animals and would handle any kind with the utmost gentleness and care I would see exhibited from a human.
He also had a really soft side. Jeonghan cried often. We both even had matching tear moles on our right cheeks, right below our eyes. In Korean traditional beliefs, it was said that tear moles meant the person would cry or shed tears easily. That was probably why Jeonghan and I cried so much together when we were younger.
If I fell down and hit my head, Jeonghan would start crying before I did. We were only three years old. Our parents had always laughed and joked that we were somehow spiritually connected from how in sync our emotions were from the moment we had met.
I couldnât remember the very first time Iâd met Jeonghan since I had been too young, but I heard stories. We were barely two years old when we met and at the time, there was a blanket that I was attached to. And even at that age, I guess Jeonghan had a mischievous side because he snatched up my blanket at the first opportunity and crawled ran away with it to hide it somewhere.
I immediately became one with the activated sprinklers out in Jeonghanâs front yard and began crying non-stop. Jeonghan, who was barely three years old, started crying with me before he disappeared behind the couch and brought back my blanket. And according to our parents, that marked the beginning of our friendship.
Here we were, 15 years later. I was kneeling on Jeonghanâs childhood bed and the owner of said bed currently had his knees pressed up against the wooden frame. This was the bed where we had napped together, read together, shared countless stories together, cried together, and laughed together. This rickety, worn-down furniture alone represented our countless years of friendship and companionship together.
âDo you-â I choked back my tears. âDo you love me?â
Jeonghan let out what sounded like a heartbroken sigh. He let go of one of my hands and rested his cool palm against my hot and still-wet cheek. âJeong-ah⊠There hasnât been a day where I havenât loved you. My earliest memory of my childhood was you, in that yellow rubber duck swimming suit in our backyard, playing with the sprinklers. I think we were five?â
I smacked him in the arm with my free hand. âSeven. It was the summer break before second grade.â
Jeonghan grinned the same exact grin that had made me fall in love with him a hundred times over. It was lighthearted and boyish and it reminded me of summer. âRight. You were always better with time.â It was innocent and it made his eyes crinkle and curve into crescent shapes. âDo you remember Inside Out? We bawled our eyes out to that movie.â
I smiled at the memory. We did. During the scene when Bing Bong died, Jeonghan and I were holding onto each other and sobbed like newborns in the theater.
âAs we left the theater afterwards, I remember thinking that if there was an alternate universe where our brains worked the way it did in the movie, you would have your own island and core memory in my brainâs headquarters.â
A brief pause.
âI love you, Jeong-ah. Iâm sorry it took me so long to say it. Youâre my first love and I will never stop loving you. To me, youâre the water for my desert, the warmth I crave when Iâm cold, and the syrup to my waffles.â
I was still crying. âPancakes are better.â
âYouâre wrong, but Iâll let this one slide because the point is, I have loved you and I will continue to love you with every fiber of my being, even if youâre wrong about pancakes being better. Every atom and every cosmic dust that I am composed of belongs to you. I love you.â
If my tears were a trickle before, they were a pour now.
âDo you love me too?â Jeonghanâs voice was so gentle and soft, I almost missed his question over my snotty tears.
I nodded vigorously, afraid that my voice would fail me, as his thumb gently wiped away my tears.
âCan I kiss you?â Jeonghanâs bright eyes searched my bleary ones and I nodded again.
With almost no hesitation, Jeonghan dipped his head to press his lips onto mine. Despite his hands being cold, his lips were warm and full of love.
6 years later and I was finally able to kiss the same boy I had been in love with for most of my life, once again.
Our kiss was wet from a mixture of both of our tears. If our first kiss was rushed and awkward and passionate, this was the complete opposite. Everything about it was slow but it also felt like everything was moving so fast at the same time.
We moved as one. There was no need to come up for air when the oxygen that Iâd been missing was back. Right there, in front of me, with his eyes closed and tears running down his cheeks.
It was a short kiss that only lasted about 15 seconds, but within those 15 seconds, all of our unspoken emotions and feelings and love from the bottom of our hearts were poured out from the deepest parts of our souls to the other.
My tears had stopped at some point and I placed a hand on Jeonghanâs shoulder to balance myself when we heard a loud thud from downstairs.
We jumped from where we were and reluctantly pulled away from each other. âWhat was that?â I asked shyly.
âIâm not sureâŠâ He looked just as confused as I was but there was an unmistakable look on his face that told me everything that I needed to know. Jeonghan loved me and he meant it. That kiss under that lemon tree meant the world to him, like it did for me.
âI think we should go make sureââ My words were abruptly cut off by a sudden ringtone. I reached for my phone and saw that my mom was calling me, which was weird, since she was downstairs. âHey, Mom. Is everything okay? We heard a loud noiseââ
âPack your stuff and tell your siblings to hurry up. Weâre leaving.â My momâs voice was different from what it usually sounded like. It was strained, as if she was going to burst into tears at any moment.
âOkay⊠but are you okay?â
âIâm okay but we have to leave. You have five minutes.â
âOh, okay,â I ended the phone call and shrugged at Jeonghan who looked just as confused as I was. I was secretly disappointed that our time together was cut short. âI need to go. I think an emergency came up.â
I guess Jeonghan could sense my disappointment because he lifted my chin with his fingers and pressed a quick kiss to my forehead. âItâs okay. We have plenty of time, and I do really need to study for the SAT.â
I nodded and climbed off the bed. After quickly gathering my siblings and bidding good-bye to Sua and Jeong-min, who all seemed as confused as we were, my siblings and I left Jeonghanâs house in a huff and a hurry.
My momâs face was a bright shade of red as she hustled over to our car, mumbling under her breath angrily about something.
Once we were all in the car and the engine was running, my youngest sibling asked the question we were all currently thinking: âMommy, are you okay? Did we do something wrong?âÂ
My mom forced a strained smile through the rearview mirror as she pulled out of the parking lot. âItâs nothing, darling. The adults were talking and we had a bit of an argument.â
Her grip on the steering was dangerously tight and I rested my hand on top of hers. âMom, Iâll drive. I think you need to decompress, otherwise youâll land all of us in the hospital.â
She let out a shaky breath and nodded.
As we drove back home, I couldnât help but glance over at my mom. She was a strong woman and knew how to stand her ground. I began to wonder what had happened between her and Jeonghanâs mom for her to get so shaken up. I shook it off and told myself to ignore it since it was none of my business.
After that day, a bright sunny day during the summer before our senior year, my family and I would never again step foot inside the Yoon familyâs home. Jeonghan would mysteriously block my number and we would never contact each other again.
Epilogue.
I nervously tapped my fingers against the steering wheel of my car. Next to me, my graduation cap and gown was in a rumpled up pile in the passenger seat and the weight of my hoop earrings felt eerily similar to the heavy weight in my heart.Â
Jeonghan always liked it when I wore hoop earrings.
Last night, I had received a text message from an unknown number with an invitation to Jeonghanâs academyâs graduation. Attached to the invitation was a screenshot of a QR code that would be used as my admission ticket into the ceremony. The message read:
âJeonghan got valedictorian. I was barely able to convince my mom to get a spare ticket for you. It would mean a lot if you showed up.â
Initially, I thought it might be a scam but my friends managed to get me to snap out of it. The message was too detailed and personal to be a scam, and there was nothing the unknown number would gain from me attending this graduation.
So here I was now, in Jeonghanâs prestigious, state-recognized academyâs parking lot. The sun was beginning to set and I still hadnât gathered the courage to get out of my car. My graduation was in the morning and I had dinner plans with my family at 8 pm. Why was I wasting my time here?
I bumped my head against the steering wheel and let out a loud groan. What was I doing here?
I let out a deep breath. âOkay, Jeong-ah. Youâre here because Sua invited you. Jeonghanâs graduating and heâs giving a big speech as the valedictorian. Youâre here to support him as an old childhood friend. Nothing else.â
I forced myself to get out of my car and make my way towards the stadium. The seats inside were already packed, and after being waved through by security, I searched the seats for an empty spot. Eventually, I found an empty seat at the very top of the bleachers, hiding in the shade of the press box. The ceremony had already started when I entered, so the football field was filled with navy gowns and various skin-tone colored dots.
As different superintendents and student leaders made their way to the front to make their speeches, I tried my best to focus but there was a trembling within me that I couldnât withhold.
When it was finally Jeonghanâs turn to speak, it seemed as if the entire stadium had erupted into cheers for him, but all I could manage was a feeble clap or two. As he took center stage, seeing him on the big screen at the end of the football field made my blood run cold and I felt the muscles and guts inside me squeeze and tighten with anxiety. He looked the exact same, but better.
He had dyed his hair back to black and it was cut short again. Gone were his days with a mullet, and as he spoke, I felt like I had gotten kicked in the stomach. His voice was the exact same as I imagined it. My friends called me over dramatic earlier today, saying that it had only been a year since Iâve seen him; he wasnât going to be that different.Â
But they were wrong. That was one year of absolute no contact. The last time we hadnât gotten that far without seeing each other was during the pandemic, but even then, we were constantly calling or texting each other. This was the first time we had absolutely no contact since we first met.Â
Jeonghan was the most decorated student out there, and there was no doubt about it. Despite being in a school full of high-achievers and students who did more extracurriculars than I could count on my fingers and toes combined, Jeonghan had somehow managed to do it all.Â
There was a slight breeze, which was unexpected since it was late May, but the breeze helped me cool down as the sun began to further set beyond the horizon. The stadium lights began to turn on, one by one, as Jeonghan began to wrap up his speech.
Shit. I had completely missed the speech. I was so busy reminiscing and thinking about Jeonghan that I had missed his entire speech. I racked my head to try and see if I could recollect anything but all I could remember was him talking about the Eagle Scouts.
Goddamn it, Jeong-ah. I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my palms. I was sure Sua had invited me to the graduation because she wanted me to hear his speech and celebrate her older brother becoming valedictorian.
The rest of the ceremony was a blur. As hundreds of students crossed the stage in the same cap and gown with a bright smile on their face, I blankly sat through it, trying to stay strong until the end so I could say hi and congratulate Jeonghan. The bouquet of flowers in my lap rustled in the wind as the night grew colder and the sun disappeared. The stadium lights lit up one by one, and the ceremony was done.
The principal of the school stood from his seat to congratulate the students and present to the audience, the class of 2024. Everyone rose from their seats to applaud and I followed suit. As the recessional began to play from the band, fireworks lit up the sky and everyone cheered in celebration at the sight of the students throwing their caps.Â
I teetered my way out of the bleachers. My feet were aching and wobbling from the pain of wearing heels all day. I shouldâve brought spare shoes.
The crowd was slow and unmoving but I was eventually able to leave the stadium and look for Jeonghan and his family. His schoolâs campus was vast and every square inch of the school quad seemed to be littered with different students in the same cap and gown congratulating one another, crying, and taking photos with their loved ones. I felt awkward in my white dress, black heels, and limp bouquet of flowers. I was practically dressed identically as this one girl who had just walked past me. The only difference was the cap she had on her head, the tears in her eyes, and the robe she was wearing.Â
I spent the next 45 minutes scouring every area of the campus. I wasnât necessarily unfamiliar with Jeonghanâs school since I had visited a couple times for youth orchestra rehearsals and the different times I had picked him on Thursdays so we could go get frozen yogurt and study together afterwards.
Jeonghan was nowhere to be found. My feet were crying out in pain, similar to how my heart yearned and cried for the love of my life who had disappeared on me a year ago. My right heel had already begun to blister and I could feel the back of my dress digging into my skin uncomfortably. I limped across the quad again and noticed how much more vacant it had become. Most families had left after taking pictures, so there were a lot fewer people than before.Â
I felt something within the pit of my stomach and I prepared myself to turn on my heels and return to my car when my phone rang with a new notification. It was from the same unknown number that had sent me the invitation, and this time, they had sent me their location. That must be where Jeonghan was.
I practically sprinted across the campus, following the blue dot on my screen to try and get to him as fast as possible.
I heard him before I saw him. Before I turned the corner into a secluded hallway, I heard Jeonghanâs laugh, the same laugh that haunted me every night in my sleep, echo through the empty corridors. Was this what it mightâve been like to go to school with him? To be able to recognize him in the hallways solely based on his sounds?
Fixing my hair and dress, I tried my best to look presentable before stepping forward and seeing Jeonghan smoking with his friends.
Jeonghan? Smoking?
My brain short-circuited as I tried my best to connect the two dots. Jeonghan was smoking? He was always the one who made faces when he saw people smoking on the streets and swore to never touch nicotine or tobacco in his life.
He seemed to recognize me right away because he dropped his cigarette butt on the floor, squishing it with the heel of his shoe before walking towards me.
As Jeonghan got closer, I could immediately smell the pungent scent of the cigarette that wafted off of him and I tried my best not to gag.Â
âJeongJeong?â His voice was impossibly soft. The cap that was on his head earlier was gone and his dark hair was a tousled mess, much different from what it looked like during the ceremony. âYou came?â
I swallowed the lump in my throat. âOf course I came, Hannie. You were valedictorian, how could I miss that?â
Jeonghan seemed to visibly swallow. He opened his mouth to say something before closing it again and whipping around to face his friends. âYou guys go ahead first. Iâll catch up.â
After a collective chorus of goodbyeâs, it was just the two of us. Jeonghan eyed the bouquet of flowers that seemed to have wilted in the past 2 hours. âIs that for me?â
âUh, yeah! Here you go.â I handed the flowers to Jeonghan with mannerisms similar to a kindergartner giving her favorite crayon to her first crush to share. âCongratulations, you deserve it.â
He chuckled. âYeah, thanksâŠâ He trailed off with his eyes trained on the floor.
âSoâŠâ I started as an attempt to fill in the awkward silence. âWhat are your plans now?â
Jeonghan shrugged. âI got a full ride to John Hopkins University. Iâm going undeclared but I want to be an anesthesiologist when Iâm older.â
I couldnât help it, my jaw dropped open. âJohn Hopkins? Full ride? Holy shit, Jeonghan. Congratulations. I knew you could do it.â
The boy in front of me grew shy and rubbed the back of his head with a hand. âYeah⊠I wasnât expecting it either. I got lucky.â
âLucky? No, you earned that, Jeonghan. Seriously. Iâm really proud of you.â I smiled at him and Jeonghan smiled back.
âThanks, Jeong-ah. It means a lot coming from you,â Jeonghan smiled shyly and looked at me with an expectant look in his eyes. After a beat of silence, he opened his mouth to speak again. âSo⊠whatâd you think of my speech?â
Speech? Oh, God. I opened my mouth and closed it again, searching for the right words to say that were general enough to compliment him but not too general so he wouldnât notice that I had completely spaced out thinking about him during his speech.
What did valedictorians usually talk about during their speeches? I racked my brain for ideas. Usually, a particularly sad story from their childhood and how that motivated them to pursue education. No, that wouldnât work. Jeonghan was a highly private person, he wouldnât expose his deepest, darkest secrets and traumas to the entire school like that. Different difficulties and setbacks they faced during high school? No, I canât think of any examples on the spot. How much have they grown and changed as a person over the course of four years in high school? Perfect.
âI thought it was really good! I really resonated with the part where you talked about growth and change. We all make mistakes when weâre younger but the best thing we can do is bounce back from that by learning from our mistakes and moving forward.â I smiled at him again. âIt was great.â
Something about Jeonghanâs demeanor changed, almost as if his facial expression darkened. âReally?â
I nodded, maintaining that same smile on my face. âMhm. I resonated with it a lotââ
Jeonghan cut me off. âNot a single objection? No notes? I left a few mistakes in there on purpose to see if you would notice them.â
âNope, it was great!âÂ
Jeonghan squinted his eyes at me. He took a couple steps back and glanced at his phone screen. His current attitude and his attitude from a few seconds ago were completely different. What happened? Did I say something wrong about his speech?
âWell, I need to get going nowâŠâ He took another step back. âThanks for coming today, and um, have a great life, I guess.â
Great life? I thought we were going to make up and be friends again, or maybe even more than friends. I still had to ask him why he blocked my number and contact on every single platform possible.
âWait, Jeonghanââ He stopped in his tracks and turned back around to face me. âShouldnât we talk about what happened? About us?â
Jeonghan scoffed. âUs? There is no us.â
It felt like my heart was stabbed with a kitchen knife and twisted around at hearing those words. âWhat?â
He rolled his eyes. âCan you not speak English? I said, there is no us.â
âNo, no. The last time we talked, youâyou told me you loved me. And I told you that I loved you too,â I shook my head in denial. âYou professed your love for me with such beautiful words, what do you meanââ
âIt didnât mean anything, Jeong-ah.â Jeonghanâs voice was cold. It was nothing like I had ever heard before. His voice was usually soft and gentle, almost angelic with every word he spoke. Even when he yelled in the past, his yells were docile.
âWhat?â
âWhat donât you understand? It was just casual. We had a casual thing going on because it was convenient and we were both lonely.â Every word Jeonghan said felt like they were being spat out. Like they were dirty and he couldnât believe he had to say these words out loud.
âCasual? No, no, Jeonghan. None of it was casual. What we had wasââ
âIt was casual, Jeong-ah. Thatâs why nothing happened between us for 16 years. It was casual and it was convenient. Last time we talked, I got swept up from the overwhelming stress of studying for the SAT and college applications. I apologize if I led you on in any way, shape, or form.â
âJeonghanâŠâ I struggled to find the words to speak. âI donât understandââ
âI said everything I needed to say. I donât know if thereâs any other way for me to convey what I said so you can understand, but I really hope you have a great life. You were a really good childhood friend. I think Iâll be able to hold onto a few good memories of this shithole thanks to you.â
Jeonghan walked away, further distancing himself from me in the empty corridor we were standing in. When he reached the end, he glanced over his shoulder. âI hope you have a great time at a community college.â
That was the final blow that had shattered my heart into a million pieces. He disappeared in the moonlight as he turned the corner, leaving me all alone in the dark.
Jeonghan knew how much I hated the dark.
I walked back to my car, heart numb and feet heavy, as I stumbled every few steps from the pinching pain of my heels. On the windshield of my car, I noticed a small envelope addressed to me. I tore it open to see what was inside.
To. Jeong-ah
Hi, Jeong-ah! Itâs been a while... I hope you're doing well.
Iâm sure you were surprised when you first received my text. Sorry if I scared you, I got a new phone a couple months back but even then, I know we never had the kind of relationship to privately contact each other, that was more a Sua and Jeonghan thing.
I invited you to Jeonghanâs graduation because of his speech. He worked really hard on it. I probably shouldnât tell you this but he even cried on some days because he missed you so much. I know itâs not your fault, but cutting contact was almost one of the hardest things he ever had to do. Jeonghan wasnât himself for a while after that.
I know Jeonghanâs my brother and heâs like really gross and disgusting and stuff, but you guys always seemed so happy together, even when we were younger. I remember Sua once told me that her future relationships were going to look like whatever you and Jeonghan had going on. (And so far, she hasnât even come close LMFAO)
I invited you so that the two of you could try and make amends. Youâre both adults now so whatever happened between our parents shouldnât affect our own relationships.
Thanks for coming, Jeong-ah. I know for a fact it meant a lot for Jeonghan too.
Iâll see you at the wedding, I guess? (lmao iâm just kidding)(unlessâŠ?)
Warm regards,
Jeong-min
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heyy congrats on 2k! can i request delinquent & class president + stuck together with baji? thanks and congrats again
âbaji keisuke // delinquent & student council president // stuck together
â ËËË i went. soooo . overboard . this was too good though once i got going i couldn't stoppp omg. all this is lowk inspired by that one scene from the webtoon a reason to die, so iykyk :3 thank you for requesting anon, and i hope youre still around 2 years later to read this! enjoyyy xoxo
â ËËË warning! small references from the 'a letter from baji keisuke' prequel series!
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the breeze of the early evening wind was doing wonders for you at the moment; it was nice to take a moment for yourself amongst all your responsibilities and just relax.Â
it was even nicer that you were able to enjoy a cold beverage after completing all your student council duties; the vending machine on the rooftop was a great investment, (youâd been against it when someone pitched the idea, but youâre so glad you approved it). all of this paired with your favorite music playing through your earbuds from your iPod?Â
yeah, this was a perfect moment.Â
you perked up a bit when you heard the door to the rooftop open, looking to see who was there.Â
âhm? oh, baji-kun!â the boy looked over to you at the call of his name, the corners of his lips turning up when he recognized you. âwhatâre you still doing here? i thought you would be home already.â you asked, pulling an earbud out of your ear.Â
âchifuyu and ryusei were helping me with some stuff after school and we just finished up. how âbout you? itâs getting pretty late.â you sighed at his query, the stress coming back to you just thinking about all the things you have left to do.Â
âthere was a lot of club budgeting to finish because a lot of the clubs are requesting more budget. all the presidents are getting mad at me for choosing another club over them, but itâs like, maybe if you were more productive with your club, i would allot more budget, yâknow? gah, just thinking about it gives me a headacheâŠi havenât even finished the revised budgeting for half of themâŠâ you shook your head, sighing at the predicament. when you looked back up, you saw baji adjusting his glasses awkwardly, as if he didnât know what to say.
âsorry about that, baji-kun. i just came up here for a small break from it and ended up complaining about it to you.â
ânah, itâs fine. âm kinda like that with studying too.âÂ
âoh, right! how has the studying been going for you-? wait, hmâŠâ noticing that he was still standing, you paused, slipping your school blazer off and laying it down next to you, patting it. âhere, come sit down! you donât have to keep standing, yâknow. iâm not gonna bite!â you teased, feeling satisfied when he came and sat down next to you.Â
âanyways! how has the studying been? have your test scores been alright lately?âÂ
âyeah, theyâve been alright. enough to pass.âÂ
âiâm glad to hear it! youâre improving so much, itâs so impressive! oh, you can also always ask me for a tutoring session or if you need anything. thatâs what iâm here for!â you offered, smiling at him. âi admire your diligence, so iâm happy to help with anything!âÂ
baji nodded at your words, a small smile on his lips. âyeah, thanks.âÂ
after a few moments of silence, you offered one of your earbuds to baji, who accepted. you werenât sure if the two of you had the same music taste, but you figured it was worth a try, and surprisingly, he didnât seem to complain at all. in fact, he even complimented your song choice, which made you feel a very normal amount of happy. a very normal amount.Â
ËËË â ËËË
you were scared awake by a sudden yell, jerking as you immediately sat up, wondering what was going on.Â
âhey!! open this door right now!!â the banging on the door drew your attention to baji, who was no longer by your side and was yelling at the door. âhello?! shitâŠâ he walked away from it, sighing a bit.Â
now that you were a bit more awake and coherent, you realized that it was dark outside.Â
oh shitâŠ
âohhh my god, iâm gonna be in so much trouble, ohhhh my godâŠâ you mumbled, scrambling for your phone to check what time it was. when you finally found it and flipped it open, the only thing that popped up on the screen was the dead battery symbol, making you groan.Â
âuhâŠâ baji started, seeming a bit awkward. âthe doorâŠis locked.âÂ
âwhat?!â you exclaimed, shooting up and walking towards the door. you tried the doorknob to no avail, proving bajiâs words to be true. âoh my godâŠdude, iâm so dead. school administration might actually kill me if they find out about thisâŠâÂ
baji was running a hand through his hair, also seeming to be very stressed. âmy momâs gonna kick my assâŠâÂ
now that you were looking more closely, you realized that baji had ditched his glasses and that his ponytail was gone, making him seem almost unrecognizable. in fact, you might not have recognized him if youâd passed by him on the street looking this way.Â
in all honesty, he actually looked so much better without the thick lenses of his glasses blocking the view of his amber eyes, and you thought that his dark hair being free from a hair tie suits him a lot better. youâre curious to see how he dresses outside of school now; he would probably fit streetwear pretty good-
wait, you have to focus. there are more important things to be thinking about right now.Â
right, right.Â
focus.Â
âbaji-kun, does your phone have any battery?âÂ
ânoâŠâ he mumbled, his hands shoved into his pockets as he looked at the sky. you sighed, trying to think of something. in the midst of your thinking, a chilly breeze blew by, making you shiver a bit.Â
âahh, i canât believe this is happening.â you murmured, laughing a bit at the ridiculousness of the situation. âactually though, iâm sorry about this, baji-kun. you wouldnât be here if it werenât for me.â you said, feeling a bit guilty. after all, you had been the one who had offered for him to sit down with you, and from what you remember, you were the one who fell asleep.Â
âitâs fine, i fell asleep too.â he said, leaning down to grab your school blazer off of the floor. âhere, put this back on. itâs cold.â he tossed it over to you and you gladly accepted it, brushing some of the dust off before slipping it on. it helped a bit against the cold, but you supposed you underestimated how chilly the nights get in the spring.Â
baji sat back down, taking his school blazer off and setting it beside him, loosening his lie. he leaned his head back against the wall and shoved his hands into his pockets. he seemed to have given up in trying to get someoneâs attention, instead accepting the situation. you were about to sit down again and do the same, but you suddenly got an idea, shuffling around in your pockets for some spare change.Â
âyes! 500 yen!â you whispered excitedly, walking up to the vending machine. âhey, baji-kun, do you like red bean?âÂ
âhuh? yeah, why?â
âone secâŠâ you answered, putting the coins in the machine. you picked out two red bean buns, watching as they slowly dispensed and fell into the bottom compartment. reaching into the bottom, you grabbed both of them, walking a few steps and sitting next to baji.Â
âi mean, it isnât exactly dinner, but itâs something!â you said, offering one of the buns to baji. he accepted it, saying something about paying you back as he opened the wrapper, immediately taking a huge bite. you did the same, not realizing how hungry you were until you started eating it.Â
âiâm actually such a genius for this!â you exclaimed, continuing to munch on the bread. âitâs so lucky that i ended up approving the budget for this vending machine!â silence fell over the two of you as you continued eating, but you felt more content than awkward. youâre glad that you ended up stuck here with someone nice like baji.Â
speaking of baji, you were still a bit caught off guard by how different he looked without his glasses and ponytail. of course, youâd noticed how cute he was even before, but the word you would go with now is more likeâŠattractive?Â
really attractive, but still cute.Â
âwhat?âÂ
âhuh?âÂ
âyou were lookinâ at me.â you felt your cheeks flush, a bit embarrassed at the fact that he caught you looking at him.Â
âoh, i was just thinking, you look a lot different without your glasses. do you actually need them?â baji seemed to think for a moment before he spoke again.Â
ânah, i jusâ donât want people gettinâ the wrong idea about me.â he ended up saying. âiâm trying to get better with school, so if i go around lookinâ the way i doâŠâÂ
âgirls will be attracted to you?â baji sputtered at your words, almost spitting out the bread that was in his mouth.Â
âhah?! no!! itâs âcause i donât want people knowing iâm in a gang!!â your jaw dropped at his words, and he subsequently smacked his hand over his face.Â
the information was a huge shock to you. of course, youâd heard the rumors, but youâd chalked them up to just that; rumors. after all, even though baji wasnât someone with perfect grades, you always saw him trying his best to get his grades up, and you really admired that.Â
âyouâŠpffâŠyouâre in a gang?! riiightâŠâ you managed to get out, giggles starting to overtake your words. âbaji-kun, you literally dressed in a sailor school uniform to get extra tutoring-!âÂ
âhey! that was one time!â he grumbled, his ears turning pink. you finished laughing, wiping some tears from your eyes as you calmed down.Â
âokay okay, sorry. i mean, are you being serious though?â you asked, feeling a bit curious.
âyeah. only losers lie about stuff like that.âÂ
âokay, which one then?âÂ
âtoman.â again, your mouth dropped at his answer, but you recovered quicker than before.Â
ât-toman, like tokyo manji gangâŠright. yes. wait, would you get arrested if people found out you were in a gang? why canât anybody know?â
âitâs âcause then random dudes start showinâ up at school to fight, and then i get in trouble for fighting.â
âohh, i guess that makes sense. why would they bother you at school though? school isnât the place for that stuffâŠâ
âdunno. it just gets annoying to deal with after a while, and my mom always kicked my ass when the school called her, so it was kinda crap.â you nodded thoughtfully at his words.Â
âwell, your secretâs safe with me, baji-kun! pinky promise i wonât say a word to anyone!â you held your pinky out, but he just looked away from you.Â
âi believe you, you donât have to-â
âcâmon!! itâs not a pinky promise if you donât lock pinkies, yâknow.âÂ
â...fine.â you cheered as baji relented, gently wrapping his pinky around yours. you shook your crossed pinkies and let go, feeling satisfied, (why did that small contact with him make your heart skip a beat?)Â
âthere! and you can beat me up or something if i break it.â you joked, leaning your head back against the wall.
âiâm not gonna beat you up.âÂ
âeh? why not?âÂ
âi donât hit girls.â he said matter of factly, his tone quite serious. âonly assholes hit girls.â you stared at him for a moment, seeing the dead serious look on his face before you smiled, closing your eyes.Â
âyâknow, youâre a pretty stand up guy, baji-kun. i like that about you.â you hadnât meant to say the last part, but you were hoping he would just ignore it.Â
â...thanks.â after that, there was a comfortable silence between the two of you, the only light source being the moon. you enjoyed living in tokyo, but if there was one thing you didnât like, it was the fact that you couldnât see the stars at all.Â
âthis wall is so uncomfortableâŠâ you muttered, trying to get comfortable enough to sleep again. youâd long since given up on trying to get off the rooftop, so you figured that you might as well get some sleep since you were sure tomorrow was going to be interesting, (you werenât looking forward to having that conversation with the principal).Â
abruptly, you felt bajiâs arm across your chest, pushing the side of your head to land on his shoulder.Â
âbetter?â he asked, seeming to have no reaction.Â
âuh, yeahâŠisnât this uncomfortable for you though?âÂ
ânah.âÂ
âo-okayâŠâ you said hesitantly. if you werenât so tired, you probably wouldnât have been able to sleep from how flustered you were right now; after all, youâve never had a boy offer you his shoulder to sleep on, so why wouldnât you be flustered?
it definitely wasnât because it was baji.Â
definitely notâŠ.
it was definitely because it was baji.Â
ËËË â ËËË
bonus:Â
chifuyu and ryusei both looked down at the sight in front of them, shock filling their bodies.Â
theyâd been worried when baji had skipped the toman meeting yesterday evening, and they had been even more worried when his phone had been switched off, spending the rest of the night trying to find out what happened to him. however, now that they knew what had happened, they were about to burst their seams from laughter.Â
âpffâŠdo, hah, do we wake them up?â chifuyu whispered, his cell phone out and snapping pictures.Â
ân-nah, haha, they look pretty cozyâŠpfffâŠâ ryusei whispered back, his cell phone also out and snapping pictures from every angle.Â
in front of them was baji and you, your head resting on his shoulder and his head resting on top of your head, dozing off without a care in the world. he had draped his blazer over the both of you as a blanket, and if one didnât know any better, they might think that the two of you were a couple.Â
âpffâŠthis is some good blackmail stuff,â ryusei chuckled, exuding a proud aura. âlook at tomanâs little keisuke, all grown up now and sleeping with his crush! thatâs what dreams are made.â chifuyu spluttered at ryuseiâs words, a shocked expression on his face.Â
âbaji-san has a crush on (y/n)-san?! isnât she the student council president?!â he whisper-yelled. ryusei nodded and shrugged.Â
âthe heart wants what the heart wants, or something.âÂ
âboth of you, shut the fuck up.âÂ
âeek!âÂ
âgah!âÂ
baji glared at the two boys in front of him, holding up a finger to his lips, telling them to shush.Â
âwhatâre you still doinâ here? scram.â they both immediately made a beeline for the door, fearful of bajiâs wrath after being woken up from sleep.Â
baji rubbed his eyes, yawning a bit as he looked around. heâs not sure what time it is, but heâs glad that it was only those two idiots who saw the two of you and nobody else.Â
we should probably get up and get to class before someone else comes up here.Â
he turned to the side to wake you up, but he stopped, looking at your sleeping form. he chuckled a bit when he saw your messed up hair, wondering how it got so messed up when the two of you were sleeping sitting up. he leaned back against the wall, staring up at the clouds passing by.Â
just five more minutes.Â
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âđâËâč⥠a husband you never met and a runaway bride. what could go wrong? prince!suguru x princess!reader au
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âđâËâč⥠warnings: fem!black coded!reader but anyone can read, flufff and a lil angst, povs are lowk all over the place, aranged marriage trope, i totally thought of charlotte's dress from princess and the frog for reader, def not inspired by that queen charlotte scene, reader isn't like other girls, suguru just gives off such prince energy ahhhh :3
âđâËâč⥠notes: my first fic omgg!! this was the poll winner from the other day and i will be releasing the others soon! as always reqs are open ⥠stay hot!! đđ
âđâËâč⥠3.6k words, 20.4k characters
There were whispers in the Geto castle.
The news of Prince Suguru's betrothal, whispered in the hallowed halls of the castle, reaching everyone's ears like a chilling wind. Geto was used to the stares and hushed whispers, due to being the prince of the most successful kingdom in the land...but this was different.
He stood silently looking down at his kingdom, the vast sky, resembling an infinite canvas, adorned with shades of blue, purple, and gold, filtered through the window which cast a golden shadow over his features.
It was as if the gods smiled down on the land, offering love and tenderness throughout the whole kingdom which was preparing for a celebration. As the sun tickled his skin a conflicted look cast over his features, and his eyes, usually sharp and calculating, flitted around as he looked down at his people. His fingers traced the intricate patterns on the parchment, reading it over and over in hopes it would finally sink in.
Ever since the elders announced he was to be betrothed they seemed more over joyed than he was, finally finding a wife for him to wed and strengthen the kingdom. He had initially dismissed it as insignificant, firmly believing he would discover a solution, a way out, but now he found himself here. On the day he was to be married.
The kingdom was adorned in colorful decorations from head to toe, and Suguru almost felt guilty but he saw all the effort being put in for his wedding were not in vain. Every decoration was clearly placed with care; to celebrate the union of their prince and this mystery woman. Nevertheless, even with the stunning scenery around him, he couldn't shake the desire for it all to be over.
"Yo! Suguru!" A large hand clasped on his shoulder which pulled him out of his thoughts as Satoru's blindfold and snow white hair came into view. The tall man had a nervous grin and his face and he reached up to scratch the back of his head suspiciously, as Suguru looked up at him incredulously.
"Ah, Satoru. What's wrong?" Something was clearly going on, as Gojo wore his emotions on his sleeve. Before he could even get a chance to answer, all of the worst case scenarios were running through Suguru's head. He already felt a headache incoming.
"Oh, it's nothing...just your future wifey!" Suguru's eyebrows furrowed at his words as Satoru cringed slightly, knowing that wasn't even the whole of the news. After a awkward pause Suguru patiently asked, "Yes?" urging Satoru to continue while trying to contain his frustration.
Satoru let out a laugh and threw his arm over Suguru as the later let out a sigh and pushed him off. "Oh trust me, you're gonna laugh! We're all gonna look back on this an-" "Spill it, Satoru."
The white haired male tensed up as a bead of sweat formed on his brow. "...I may have...lost...her?"
Another awkward silence filled the room as the handsome prince's features contorted into one of disbelief. How do you lose a grown adult? This was new low for Satoru.
His first instinct was to look for her. After all, Satoru wasn't the most thorough when it came to these things. Perhaps she left her room only for a moment to speak to a maid, or maybe she wasn't spotted in her room...right? As much as he tried to distract himself his mind wandered to a worse outcome. Abduction or an assassination attempt. But what if she was just like him? Hesitant and perhaps she got cold feet? If she had spoken to the elders like they had him, there's no doubt they intimidated her.
The raven haired prince let out a sigh and ran a hand over his face as he began calculating all possible strategies to find her before the ceremony. He turned to Satoru who let out a sigh of relief at his words. "Alert our best trackers. We need to devise a plan to cover all the areas she might have gone."
Satoru nodded and both men began to stride out of the room. As he made his way into the long, winding hallways of his castle, the words of the elders rang in his mind.
You will learn to love her.
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1 DAY PRIOR
You were certain your life was ending.
You sat on the edge of your bed as you dramatically leaned against the post of your bed, eyed wide and face blank despite the whirlwinds of emotions inside you. Dozens of servants scurried around your room, packing trunk after trunk for your move. To your new home.
You flopped back on the bed with a 'omph' as the mindless chatter of the maids sounded like static in your ears. The gauzy silks and beautiful furniture of your childhood room began to close in on you, the weight of tradition and duty bearing down on your fragile shoulders. The room, once a sanctuary of comfort, now felt like a confining fortress.
Your trembling fingers traced the intricate patterns of a silver necklace, a cherished token your mother gave to you as a child. The impending marriage felt like the beginning of the end of all of your freedom. You would hardly ever see your beautiful gardens, your castle, or your parents ever again.
Despite this, everyone except you seemed to be convinced this was the best thing that could've ever happened to you. You remembered the elders words as you rolled you eyes.
This is a great honor for your family. You were chosen, out of all the kingdoms, out of all the princesses in the land, to marry the eldest son of the Shibuya kingdom.
Just as you let out a defeated sigh, a gentle knock on the chamber door disrupted you thoughts, and your mother came into view and your heart sunk. As she approached your bed she ushered all the maids out of the room before striding over to you gracefully. You sat up and sent her a glare through the corner of your eye.
"[name]. What's troubling you my daughter?", she said gently as she sat beside you. You whipped your head around with bated breath. "Mother," You began hesitantly. After one word, it was as if all your confidence was knocked out of you and your gaze was now fixed on the intricate patterns of the carpet.
"I...I don't want to marry Suguru Geto. I fear what life awaits me if I am bound to him. Besides, what if I don't love him? What if we are not compatible like the elders say?"
Your mother sighed, her eyes filled with a sense of understanding. "My dear, the union with Suguru is not solely about personal desires and it has nothing to do with love. Think of the kingdom, and our people. Arranged marriages have been a longstanding tradition that have proven to be good for us. Just look at your father and I, who also had an arranged marriage and have found joy in each other's company."
You let out a small scoff and you turn your head away from your mother. She just didn't understand...None of them did. Sensing your frustration your mother smoothed out her skirts before standing with a small exhale. "You'll depart later tonight and arrive in the morning, just in time for the ceremony." You didn't respond and a pregnant pause fell over the room. Just as your mother was about to depart she looked back at you sadly as she held the door open. "Give Suguru a chance. You will learn to love him my dear." She said softly before closing the large door with a soft click.
Now you were truly all alone, in your large room with near maddening silence. "Give him a chance...yeah right." you muttered to yourself with a furrowed brow. You made your way to the balcony and gazed down upon your kingdom as your mind wandered to your unknown prince.
Was he kind? Handsome? Cruel? Stupid? Ugly?
A breeze swept through, lifting the tendrils your hair. With every passing moment, you fell deeper and deeper within your pit of despair. You couldn't resign to a life dictated by others.
It just wasn't you.
The union, this man, this wedding felt like a betrayal of your essence. As tears welled up in your eyes, your decision became clear. It was daunting, yes, but who would want to be bound to a destiny they didn't choose? As you picked up your gown with new determination, your mind was made.
You were going to flee the wedding.
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Suguru was just about fed up.
It had been nearly 3 hours since the word of his bride's escape and despite him and the guard's best efforts, she was still nowhere to be found. He huffed exasperatedly as he wiped the sweat off his brow
He could just imagine the disappointed faces of the elders, his parents the kindgom...He couldn't be that repulsive to be wed to. Could he? As the sun hung high above the velevety sky, Suguru sat on a nearby bench carved out of the finest marble.
The raven haired prince placed his head in his hands as the sun beat down on the back of his neck. This is what he wanted after all he supposed, to not be married. But as he sat surrounded by winding paths and blooming flora stretched before him he wondered what it would be like. Could he have learned to love this woman?
Just as he got up to leave, he saw a flash of white from behind the foliage. An eyebrow quirked up as he got up to investige and as he slowly walked forward to investigate a soft murmur of hushed grunts and rustles of leaves reached his ears.
There, beneath a canopy of wisteria, Suguru spotted a lone figure. A young woman who her back turned to him and an lavish dress draped over her figure. A large array of lace, floral details and extravagantly large petticoats made into an over the top gown.
One that only could have been reserved for a princess.
Curiosity piqued, Suguru approached quietly, the crunch of gravel beneath his shoes masked by the soft rustling leaves. As he drew closer, he noticed the princess immersed trying (and failing) to scale the wall despite your nearly comically large dress, unaware of his presence.
Clearing his throat, Suguru spoke, his voice a velvety whisper that mingled with the silence of the garden. "Excuse me, are you needing some assistance, princess?" You turned with a bewildered look on your face, and a small gasp was let out at the sight of the man before you. As she studied the stranger who had interrupted your escape, you smoothed your skirts and tried to play it off.
"Uhm- No? No. I'm quite fine sir. Thank you." You responded annoyedly as you hiked up your dress and squinted your eyes at the man. He was handsome- there was no doubt about that, but you certainly didn't plan on getting caught. Where did he come from and why did he bother you? He might have recognized you because of your fancy appearance, but who was he?
"You can go and wait with the rest of those..gawkers for the ceremony. I know the prince must've sent you, but trust me. I'm perfectly fine."
Suguru's lips began to curl into a soft, amused smile as he took a step closer to you as you took one back. "I never doubted you were alright. You look perfectly determined and capable. But, do indulge me. What are you doing?" He asks with an entertained smile as he gestures to the wall.
Your eyebrows raised slightly and you took a sharp breath inwards. "I just told you. I'm not doing anything." You said exasperatedly as your hands balled into fist. This man was really messing with your escape (not that you were making that much progress in the first place).
The man raised an eyebrow at your words and you looked around before sighing and throwing your head back. "Fine. If you must know, I'm trying to climb this wall. And I can see you clearly find my failure amusing so I hope you're satisfied."
A pregnant pause fell over the two of you, and you hoped in revealing your purpose, heâd then mind his business and go away. "Climb...whatever for?" he questioned, genuinely intrigued by your confession.
"I-I..." You were getting more and more frustrated by the minute, and now you feared you revealed too much. "I...I'm escaping. I've heard rumors...he's cruel, and a monster! I would rather be alone for the rest of my than spend it with a demon I know nothing about."
Suguru's eyebrows flew to his hairline in bewilderment at your words. You couldn't've been talking about him...could you? He cleared his throat, obviously bewildered before inquiring further: "I-I'm sorry, but who are you talking about, princess?"
"I suppose that was rude..." you mumbled to yourself, as Suguru still stood bewildered before you awaiting an answer. You looked up at him, sensing he was wanting an honest answer before sighing. "The Prince! Suguru Geto...I know nothing of him and yet everyone expects me to give my life away to him...they turned their backs on me and my future...so I'm doing the same."
Realization dawned upon him as he nodded, absorbing your words. As your words sunk in a wave of sympathy washed over him. You were not as different from him as he had thought. You had dreams, aspirations, and hopes for your future.
As he stood with his solace you hoisted your skirts and turned back to the wall, putting your mind back on your escape and formulating a plan. âYou know, if I grab there⊠yes!â you looked back to him over your shoulder, âYou could assist me by lifting me up, you know." You say breathlessly as you prepared to scale the wall again.
He stared puzzled as he contemplated your ask. "But, marrying a prince couldn't be that bad? Besides, not all rumors are true...what if he's handsome?"
You rolled your eyes. "He could be the most handsome man ever and I wouldn't care. Looks have nothing to do with it and neither does personality. I just...want my own life. Now, here- come on. If you grab me here and hoist me up I could make it over the rocks and reach a carriage."
He considered your words as he watched you struggle, pondering the consequences. "But what will you do when people realize you're missing? And what about the prince- I'm sure he cares about your wellbeing." He says with a small smile as his eyes soften.
âI seriously doubt that, and besides I can worry about all of that later. Now, if you pleaseâŠâ you turned your back to him, still determined to proceed with your mission. âI just need a little help. Come. Hurry up.â
He licked his lips, caught in his own contemplation, before taking two slow steps forward. âI have absolutely no intention of helping you,â he declared, surprising you with his refusal.
At your surprise, you lost your grip on the vine and fell to the ground with a small grunt at the man's feet. Once you were untangled from your mass of petticoats you glared up at him, nostrils flared as you sat breathing heavily, almost as if you were giving him a moment to correct his words.
You marched towards him with sure steps, closing the gap between your bodies. "I am not a mere woman, I am a princess! Who is in need of help and you refuse? I ask- no demand you assist me in getting over the wall." you confronted him, your voice tinged with disbelief.
The man let out a laugh as he closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief, or was it amusement? And after a moment of silence he replied, his voice filled with a twinge of playfulness.
"I only refuse when that princess is trying to climb over the wall to escape an arranged marriage with me." He declared, his words lingering in the atmosphere, exposing a reality that took you by surprise.
Shock rippled though through you, and you put your gloved hands up to your mouth and gasped. It felt as if all of your air had been knocked out of you as your eyes locked onto his onyx ones. This couldn't have been true...All the things you heard from your handmaidens, and your friends back home didn't describe this man at all. Yet here he was in front of you, a picturesque version of a prince every woman could've wished for. He was beautiful, with his dark hair and smoldering eyes, but you had noticed this when you first laid eyes on him. Back then he was just a random man, but now it all felt surreal. You eyelashes fluttered and your breath hitched and he closed the gap to grab your hands tenderly and press a kiss to the back of your glove.
He wore a smirk on his lips, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his gaze. He knew this whole time. âHello, [name],â He said with a beaming smile. "I'm Suguru, the demon."
You stared up at him horrified, as he let out a small chuckle seemingly finding this whole situation funny. Standing there, trapped between amazement and doubt, your tongue seemed to have lost its purpose. You let out a noise akin to a squeal in embarrassment as he continued to laugh as you bowed deeply before him, your head nearly touching the grass of the garden.
"I-I'm deeply sorry," you said shakily as you slowly raised your head towards him. "please forgive me."
He lent his hand out from the ground and you stared at it bewildered, even wondering if it would be wise to take it after how much you disrespected him. Not sensing you would take it, he bent down to grab your hand and hoisted your mass of lace and flowers from the ground as you wobbled uncertainly in front of him.
"My Prince" you stammered, attempting to bow once more but he intercepted your actions smoothly. His hands gently caught your arms and as you stood up straighter his hands slowly guided themselves to your own, as your fingers intertwined. he gently guided your hand downwards with elegance, uniting your hands. The touch of his hand on yours captured your attention, as the sound of your heartbeat echoed in your ears.
"No, no. Please, I'm just Suguru to you. Nothing more." he corrected you in a soft-spoken manner, withdrawing his hand as he placed it on his chest.
"Suguru, I'm so sorry..." you began, but the words dying on your tongue in shame. "Please, you have to understand if I had known it was you-"
He interrupted you, his gaze unwavering. âYou would have what? Not told me that you were trying to escape?â
âWell, yes. I meanâŠâ Your words stumbled over each other, attempting to form a coherent defense. He laughed again, a sound you could get used to, but now it filled you with embarrassment.
"I apologize my prince." You said lowering your gaze in shame with a soft voice.
"Suguru." he corrected you once again, a gentle reminder. âJust Suguru.â
You smiled softly as you looked away in embarrassment as the weight of everything that had happened and all unspoken emotions lingered in the air. As he put a gentle hand on your shoulder, he leaned in close and whispered in you ear, a solemn promise to just you and him.
"I know what people say, and I know you don't wish to be wed to me...but perhaps if you'll have me as your husband, we could ignore all that and I could be just Suguru to you."
You gazed at him, your heart fluttering with newfound affection. The weight of his words sank in, and you found yourself captivated by the vulnerability he revealed.
You promptly defended yourself, asserting, "I never said that!," with a genuine tone in your voice.
He emphasized, "Oh, but you did," his eyes now sparkling mischievously.
You insisted, your tone slightly anxious, "I absolutely did not."
He persisted, his smile growing wider, "You definitely did."
You admitted, your voice becoming softer as you revealed your uncertainties and hesitations, "Well, I'm not sure⊠I don't really know you."
In a theatrical gesture, he pulled you close and straddled your back, "I don't know you either," his smile widening even further, "Except for the fact that you're terrible at climbing."
You smiled and smacked his chest playfully. "Hey! You try planning an escape in this." You said as you gestured to your elaborately made dress. As you looked up to meet his gaze once more, you found him already watching you, a broad smile adorning his face and a dreamy glint in his eyes. It was a contagious expression that tugged at your lips, and you couldnât help but smile in response.
âWhat?â you asked softly, your curiosity piqued.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again, contemplating his words. Finally, he spoke, his voice filled with a sincere and gentle admiration. âYou are incomparable. No one told me my bride would be this beautiful."
You felt your cheeks heat up as you laid you head on his chest and you felt him lay his chin atop you intricately styled hair, not caring about how it looks. The sun was setting and it began to cast a golden glow over you and Suguru's silhouette's as love began to grow within the atmosphere.
Wedding long forgotten, you two basked in the desire within the garden, all doubts and fears left behind. Perhaps this wouldn't be this bad after all. With your Suguru, you had no doubts everything would be alright.
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âđâËâč⥠notes: OMFGG Y'ALL SHE'S HEREEE MY BRAINCHILD ik she's like a week late but i'm actually so proud of how this came out and i hope you guys like it!! i'll probably drop some hc's later this week but reqs are open!
âđâËâč⥠tags: @delicatelycraftedbambi @darious
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#words of the love hashira đ#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#geto x reader#geto suguru x reader#suguru x reader#suguru geto x reader#x black fem reader#black writers on tumblr
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OOPS! WRONG PHOTO - denki kaminari
đœđźđ¶đżđ¶đ»đŽ - denki kaminari x afab!reader
đđźđżđ»đ¶đ»đŽđ - aged up!!!!! pls no pedos yallđ, lowk cliffhanger, ALSO please bear with me this is SO short
đđđșđșđźđżđ - what happens when you accidentally send your classmate nudes and he sends them back?
đźđđđ”đŒđż'đ đ»đŒđđČ - iâve never written a ff before so donât judge me if this is badđ all inspiration goes to @sup-hoes-its-me
you groan again as you erase all the work you just did again. god, who knew being a hero meant you had to learn math. you glance between your phone and worksheet, contemplating if anyone would be willing to help you this late at night.
after a few minutes of just sitting there, looking at that device that displayed 2:29 am, you picked it up. opening your messages app and looking through people who could be awake right now.
kirishima? hmm, heâs probably not awake, heâs been training all day with bakugo. you thought to yourself.
deku? he could be awake but apparently he has a long day with all might tomorrow so i should just let him rest.
kaminari! heâs not doing anything i know of tomorrow and heâs pretty smart.
i clicked on his contact and sent him a quick text, hopefully heâs awake.
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texts below
i stared at the text with wide eyes. holy shit holy shit holy shit. i shook my hands off before texting back a quick âyes yes yesđâ.
i stood up and walked over to my bed falling face first onto it. are we studying or is he coming here for more? mayb-
my thought got cut off as i heard a knock on my door. i groaned slightly before i got up and opened the door just to peek my head through.
âhiâ i said meekly, avoiding looking into his eyes. i could see him smirking through my peripheral vision.
âhey there!â he says, inviting himself in and dropping his backpack on my bed. âso which homework question did you really need help with?â he says as he glances as my desk that had papers scattered over it.
âuhh.. well i was a bit confused on question 4â i said, walking over to my desk and sitting down, him following behind me and leaning his head over my shoulder.
âoh this oneâs easy peasy, so basicallyâŠ-â he trailed on about some random math stuff as i just sat there completely zoned out.
i mean, could you blame me? the guy i just accidentally sent a tit pic to is right next to me helping me with math homework.
ââŠyou got that, right?â he said, turning his head to look at me. i looked to my right and my eyes widened. when did we get this close to eachother??
âuhh yeah totallyâ i lied. hopefully ill figure it out myself soon enough because i honestly did not listen to a thing he said.
he smirked as he noticed my flushed face. âso do i get my reward now?â he said to me, tilting his head a bit.
âreward? for whatâ i said feigning confusion.
âcome onnn, angel. iâd think i deserve something in return for helping you.â he said, moving even more closer to my face then before.
ummm..what the hell am i supposed to do. should i kiss him? yeah yeah totally. wait no ive never kissed someone before ill mess it up. ugh whatever yolo.
i looked down at his lips, hopefully theyâre not chapped, then itâd be really awkward. i leaned in slowly and placed my lips onto his, feeling the slight peach fuzz on his upper lip.
i felt his hand on the side of my face as his thumb rubbed my cheek bone. i pulled away due to the lack of air i got before and during the kiss.
âiâve never really done..anything.. before..â i said, looking down.
âwhat, you need me to teach you that as-well?â he said, squeezing my cheeks together and forcing my head up to look at him.
i nodded slowly while looking directly into his eyes. nervous for whatâs to come as i see a devilish grin make its way onto his face.
a/n: guysss please drop some constructive criticism, i understand my writing is definitely..something! so i appreciate all the help i can get! also i apologize for how SHORT this is, itâs 3 am and my brain is not working properly
#denki kaminari#mha denki#denki x y/n#bnha#bnha x reader#mha x reader#denki kaminari x reader#guys what the heck#i love nerds
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anything for you C.S
a/n: my fav song atm. something like this story just happened to my bsf so thanks for the inspiration ig but lowk wrote this in 10 mins!!
chris
y/n
Lily(y/n bsf)
SMUT WARNING MENTION OF FINGERING AND SWEARING
me and chris got into a small argument about how he doesn't think going out to 3 parties in one night was a bit to much. I was so worried about chris because the last time he went to more than one party in a night he was sick for days. i also was a bit upset that he would rather go to parties than hang out with me. i was upset but i didn't mention it. I left his apartment saying that i don't care what he does just don't come and complain to me when he's throwing up copious amounts of alcohol. it's been a few hours since then and I have been sitting in my bed watching tiktoks with my tiny brandy pj shorts and oversized shirt. since then. i get a snap from chris expecting it to be a picture of him taking a shot but i opened it and my eyes widened. it was a picture of me in my room staring at my phone eating chips. i shot up out of bed and ran to my window.
"what the fuck are you doing here!"
"i felt bad for yelling earlier and i just realized i wanted to spend time with you over going to stupid parties"
"you mean it?" my eyes looking up at his icy cold eyes
"1000% baby. c'mere." he said as he pulled me in with his big hands on my waist moving down my hips connecting out lips. he pulls away for a minute.
"are you mad at me?" he says shyly
"i could never. ofc not! it was just a silly little argument it didn't mean anything." i was trying to reassure him
"are you sure? i feel bad"
"seriously stop worrying about it i promise i wouldn't lie. now come here" i pulled him by his neck and pulled him down on my bed. i was kissing him like i depended on it. i wanted to make sure he knows im not mad at him.
after a bit we naturally stopped. we were both relaxing on the bed while he rested his head on my chest as i played with his hair. we were watching tiktoks on my phone and I got a call from my friend Lily. if she knew chris was over she'd be pissed because I told her i couldn't hang out because we got in an argument and i didn't want to go out. But if i didn't answer i would be suspicious because i have been texting her all night. I asked chris if it's ok if i answer but he can't be in the call. He said it was fine so he sat in a corner of my bed while i was on the other side face timing Lily.
"OH MY GOD LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY NIGHT."
"alright!! let me hear!" Lily continued to talk my ear off for a good fifteen minutes. I kept looking back at chris and i could tell he was getting bored of hearing about Lily and her crush. eventually chris was creeping up by me making sure he was out of frame. i felt a tug at my shorts and I went on mute because i knew what he wanted to do.
"please. i'll be quiet i promise." he said as he tugged at my shorts with puppy eyes. i couldn't resist him so i nodded
i continued to talk to Lily on the phone as he slowly pulled my shorts lower a lower. unexpectedly he stuck his finger inside of me. i let out a shocked moan which shocked Lily.
"what the fuck are you moaning for. thinking about chris fucking the shit out of you or something. god sometimes you should really shut the fuck up about him and what you want to do to him." I went red as she spilled my secrets of my fantasies with chris. i looked over and saw him hiding his giggles. i started to hyperventilate
"WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP NO IM NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT THAT!"
"what? it's not like he's there!"
"just stop. tell me more about how you guys went into that room and the couple was there"
"oh yes! ok so then-"
chris continued to finger me and i continued to lose my mind. this has the best he has ever been
"Lily i'm- fuck- i'm gonna have to call you back. "
"girl are you fingering you self? you sound like it"
"NO! don't you see both my hands! OK ANYWAY I GOTTA GO BYE"
I immediately hung up as i was nearing my climax i couldn't focus anymore.
"why did you hang up? and what was that about me and you thinking about fucking the shit out of me?"
"fuck off bro. keep going baby. it feels so good."
"i know it feels good i can feel you clenching around me baby. come on ma you can take more for me right?"
"yes god yes! fuck- keep going. faster!" i grip the sheets as hard as i could.
he did as i said and went as fast as he good and i melted. my legs were shaking and sore. i felt my stomach collapse in half . i have never felt that good in my life.
"holy- fuck." he stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean.
"can you really fuck the shit out of me like you were saying?"
"idk want test that theory?"
part 2??? if so where shoudl this lead to
#chris sturniolo#christopher owen sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#spotify#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo imagine#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#smut#chris#sussy#omg#need#mathew sturniolo#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo smut#nicolas sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#fans#sturniolo fandom
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theres nothing like doing nothing with you
genre: fluff, a little bit of angst, comfort
inspired by bruno majors "nothing" mostly the first verse/chorus tbh (also my first post lowk scared !!!!)
!!! non-sexual use of daddy
cg!sohee gn!reader
silently coloring on the living room floor, which is one of your favorite things to do while trying to make time go faster so sohee would come home from whatever hes doing. usually you would wait to move into a younger headspace until sohee came home, but you felt upset. upset over who knows what, you just felt bad that day.
you didnt hear the door open. or sohee walking into the living room, until you heard his voice, "hi baby! im home now okay?" with a smile on his face which always made you feel at ease, and a kiss to your cheek. you only hummed at him. he decided to sit next to you, "your coloring looks amazing baby, you're gonna have to give that to me so i can hang it up!" again, only humming at him to express your agreement.
"do you want to play? or have you eaten? i havent seen you all day!" sohee questioned. you responded, "i dunno" not accepting it as an answer, he got up and headed towards your room. where was he going? all you wanted today was to be near him, but now hes gone again? you slowly start to sniffle, just because you felt bad all day without your daddy, but he disappeared! "baby? what happened?" oh. you looked up slightly, your favorite stuffed animal stared right back at you. "im sorry love, i could tell you were a bit upset and i went to grab a stuffed animal for you before i tried to talk to you." he said along with a kiss to your head. "cm'ere, lets sit on the couch together." without a word, followed his request, you cuddled up next to sohee, comfortably with his arm around you. not wanting him to think you're mad at him, you held your stuffed animal and tried to explain, "i feel really bad."
"bad? did something happen?" he placed the back of his hand to your forehead to check for an alarming temperature. you looked up at him with a pout, "no.. just feel bad." hating to see you like this, he quickly tried to come up with a solution. he brushed his hand through your hair, "well.. seunghan left his nintendo switch here, are you up for a game of mario kart?"
mario kart? sohee knows that you dont play around when it comes to mario kart. in this headspace or not, you wont go easy on anyone. "i'll beat you!" you sat up as adrenaline quickly rushed through you at the thought of playing mario kart. "we'll have to see about that baby, i've been practicing!" he responds, again, with that pretty smile of his.
after one round and your victory, sohee quickly asks for a rematch. "no fair! i was distracted by your cute face." he says, pretending to be defeated, though he knew he would lose because he cant resist your face while you concentrate on maintaining your spot in first place. you can't help but laugh at him, "daddy how did you lose, this one was so easy.." you ramble a bit and criticize his technique, and try to give him advice. though he makes an effort to listen, he focuses on the way your eyes sparkled while talking about something you love. he wonders if you look that way when you talk about him to someone else. snapping out of it, he hears you say "i don't feel like playing this anymore, it's too easy.."
"well, what does my baby want to do? how are you feeling after totally crushing me in mario kart?" he doesn't want to suggest anything, because you usually like to be the one who picks the activities you feel like doing that day. you think for a few seconds, while sohee cleans up the controllers, "i want to do nothing." you do this often, you request to do something that sohee doesn't really know how to give to you. he still does everything in his power to meet your needs. if you ever asked him to bring the stars down from the sky for you, he would do whatever it takes to get them to you. "alright then. nothing it is." so he just sits there. doing nothing. just like you asked. you did the same, sit against him in silence. and you felt perfect! exactly what you wanted. to be with your daddy, and do nothing! just be there with him is all you want.
the both of you sit there, for atleast an hour or two. you just fidget around with his hands, and admire his pretty moles. he just stares at you in disbelief, watching you somehow entertain yourself with just himself! no movie, no phones, just the occasional "i love you" or kiss coming from you or him. theres a million other things sohee could be doing right now, but he doesn't care about that. as long as you're happy and content with the current situation, he would be too.
"have i told you lately, i'm grateful you're mine?"
author note: my first post on tumblr ever !!!! i hope whoever reads this enjoys, and feel free to request something for me to write! im pretty much open to writing anything riize/nct whether its agere or not đ feedback would definitely be appreciated!
#sohee x reader#sfw agere#kpop agere#cg!sohee#cg!riize#mystarsohee#riize sohee#sohee#riize#riize imagines#songfic#riize fluff#sohee fluff#lee sohee
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fic authors self rec! ⥠when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. letâs spread the self-love âĄ
I WAS GONNA SAVE THIS TOMORROW BUT I KEEP SEEING OTHERS AND IT'S REALLY REALLY MOTIVATING ME <33 (although i don't think i have five other moots to send this to bc idk who else has done it or had it sent to them...)
HAVE I EVEN WRITTEN FIVE THINGS?? I DEF DO NOT POST A LOT OF ONESHOTS đ
love notes | suna rintarou
OBVIOUSLY MY NUMBER ONE!!! the premise of the smau is so so important to me <3 i love art so much and graffiti just feels so in character for suna?? and he's such a loverboy?? and the photography plot has just really opened my eyes to the amount of time and effort that goes into the profession!!! oh my god i always think about all the lyrics i picked out <3 and just suna and yn dancing around their problems but still flirting with each other some of my fav chapters definitely have to be chapter 3 and 9 (i have been this đ€ close to reblogging chapter 9 and just saying paragraph 8 like a thousand times. i wrote that entire little excerpt on a tramway in nyc on the way to roosevelt island) <3 my life while i was writing love notes was really nice and this smau is just so so important to me and i was so happy that others also enjoyed it omg i need to stop yapping <3
try again | sakusa kiyoomi
one of my favorites bc it's basically a self insert đđ it's honestly helped me realize so much about myself and is such a comfort fic for me!! i've read a few fics that seem to capture this feeling of like looking back on a time long ago, which is sort of like fond nostalgia? sort of like if you were married and think back to how you married your spouse, or sitting on a rooftop with your best friend and thinking about how you guys were in your younger days if that makes sense. i love that feeling of it being like your reading a story that happened some time ago, and isn't happening currently, and that's what try again feels like to me. the therapist-client dynamic and messy characters is so important to me, AND U GUYS HAVE NO IDEA WHAT KIND OF SELF INDULGENCE TRAUMA DUMP IS COMING SOON <3 (sorry this sounds so aggressive omg)
see you at the altar | suna rintarou
one of my fav fav drabbles!! it was so sweet and once again just suna being a lover boy is so important to me!! it warms my heart just thinking about being his love and aa <3
new grounds | kageyama tobio
literally sparked my love for kageyama!! and this felt like my first actual smau and i'm still very proud of it and in love with it <3 like it was so cozy and all good vibes!! super self indulgent for me writing about a reader in technical theatre and the friend groups and everything we're so special to me <3 i get so many sort of like just big childhood friend groups vibes from this fic lowk i think i may have to look into making moodboards for it...not to mention how much @cr4yolaas' night shift smau is inspiring me... (shameless plug)(ALSO RYE I HAVE TO SEND THIS ASK TO U!! I NEED TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR SELF RECCS AND THOUGHTS ABOUT YOUR OWN FICS <33 I WILL BE IN YOUR INBOX SOON!!)
cold kisses | kozume kenma
life was also lowk a little enjoyable while writing this smau!! like i remember running around fighting for my life the day of prom because i was trying to get ready AND post a chapter of cold kisses <3 i spent so many nights in a cafe writing this smau, i remember the exact seat of the cafe i was sitting in while outlining the smau, i remember working at my last job on dish, and having to stop and pull out my phone to write down ideas, and my manager passing me by and giving me a weird look <3 sorry i guess i associate times in my life a lot with my works although i think that's kind of cool!! i also loved the entire premise of this smau ofc <3 all sparked by how much figure skating tiktok inspired me <3
#i didn't include tonics yet since i barely have anything out for it lmaoo....#I'M JUST WORKING TO MAKE SURE EVERYTHING IS PERFECT FOR IT BEFORE I START POSTING!!#and i'm also horrible at dual tasking!!!#THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS TO ME THOUGH WYR THIS WAS LOWK SO FUN AND COMFORTING <33 LIKE RELAXING AFTER I'VE BEEN ON THE GRIND ALL DAY!!#i love you simmering wyr like actually so so much i hope you had a good weekend!!!!!!#answers <3#i heart wyr <3#ness' favorites <3
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Altin Delmore (Hunger Games OC)
District 4 male (69th games)
13 years old
ENFP
Remember the kid I mentioned in Mariâs post? Here he is!! Altin is the designated cinnamon roll character of the pack. Heâs friendly, loving, and sociable. Passionate about history and geography, which he likes to yap about. He doesn't know what the hell is going on 90% of the time and is just worried about having a good time with the homies. Paradoxically, despite being more of a people's person, he can't read ppl for shite, and heâs not afraid to be direct and blunt when needed, even getting hella bossy when short-tempered when pushed too hard.
What's his whole thing? Heâs the baby of the pack. Most careers are naturally around 16-18, so a 13 year old boy (who didn't even attend a career academy) is gonna be put at a huge disadvantage. How will the older kids react to a literal 8th grader in the team? Not great, usually. Plus, heâs got a touch of âtism, and if you know anything about what career culture is like, heâs extra disadvantaged. He's the ultimate underdog in the pack, and while everyone loves an underdog, they don't usually succeed here.
Also if there are any autistics reading can yall help me out idk what im doing w this guy and I wanna write him well aaaurrjfkffkfk
Fun fact: Heâs inspired by Rowley Jefferson from DOAWK!! Boys too good for this cruel world đđ
Guys Im so sorry for disappearing I lowk forgot I had tumblrđ
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Percy Jackson Thoughts
Spoilers under the cut!!
i LOVE that Sally does not "silently endure" Gabe's abuse (mostly verbal, and honestly kind of comedic, which i appreciate bc the show is for kids and it opens up the idea of abuse without having to show women and children be hurt)
like. No?? She yells right back at him and kinda lays down the law??? but they also do a good job in the scene where he's picking on Percy of reminding you that this dude is not sympathetic.
Also, Sally lowk slipped a New York accent in while she was yelling at him and im about that.
"Like Jesus?" I WAS CACKLING.
Episode Two I was sick and obsessed. I really like that the show feels in line with the pacing of the books, because it always felt like everything was moving very fast plot-wise.
I'm obsessed with Clarisse. Please, PLEASE let young pretty girls of color be mean. It is my only wish in life. The YA television scene owes us for how you people treated Katara having even a single emotion (no I haven't let that go).
Clarisse really inspires fear in the show without ever feeling unnatural, and even in the first two episodes we can see her turmoil and how that will manifest throughout the series.
Annabeth with the one-word "yes. no. yes." is so adorable and I get the feeling that's going to be a reoccurring thing as we watch her grow up.
On the same note, her calling Percy sunshine, adjusting his armor, and openly admitting to stalking him. Ooh girl we're in for the long haul.
Grover is precious. Enough said.
I really, REALLY liked Charlie's portrayal of Luke. It really sold why Percy (and the readers) had COMPLETE faith in him in the book, and why we were shocked at the betrayal.
I also loved seeing Chris Rodriguez, which I was not expecting??? For me, Chris felt like he just appeared in Titans Curse so seeing him speak and feel alive was really enjoyable. I was always very anti Chris and Clarisse because it felt like they were shunting her off to a corner with a random name we'd never heard of, so giving Chris a more interesting role while still keeping him as a minor character (he has lines!!) was really fun to me. If they do decide to go the chris and clarisse route in the show (they might not, of course) i would probably be more onboard.
I'm SO glad they state, early on, as soon as possible, that Annabeth is Luke's SISTER. Trust me, I was in the discourse trenches with Lukabeth shippers, and I fought that last "i love you" tooth and nail. Honestly, based on what we've seen, the sibling thing seems reciprocal. Thank god. War is over.
My last thing is that if you guys are talking about the show, please stop calling Annabeth Leah or Leahbeth. I understand making the distinction for art or fanfic but the more yall separate her from the character in all its forms, the less it feels like you respect her. I only say this because I haven't seen it happening with Aryan or Walker really and it's kind of weirding me out.
#bitty talks#percy jackson show#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#percy pjo#pjo series#pjo tv show#percy jackson tv show#percy jackson series#pjo tv series#annabeth chase#percabeth#grover underwood#grover pjo#sally jackson#luke castellan#chris rodriguez#clarisse la rue
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OMG IVE BEEN READING YOUR TOJI BEING A BEAR BF ON MY DASH N LIKE ?!?!?! i jst realized that i havenât even followed you đŠ your toji works are sauuuuuur delightful it reminds me of @lymtw who also writes about toji n like the both of you are soo amazing!!! ALSO I HAVENT REBLOGGED đđđđ which is lowk crz cuz in my head i thought iâve done it multiple times n when i go check to reread some works i couldnât find the toji being a big cuddly bear đđ sauuur yeah! anyways just here to show my appreciationâŒïžâŒïž Take care xox meow meow <3
Ehehe, he just gives me bear vibes đ»đ„° Everyone says he's a wolf and I see it, too, but him being the most lazy, huggable bear ever, not a care in the world as long as he has his player 2 by his side is heavy on my mind, all the time. Plus he weighs loads like a bear 'cause of those muscles (đźâđš) and what better way to use that weight than to lay on his favorite person and just nap? Ugh, love him đ
Mal is a huge inspiration of mine đ„č I think we share more than a couple brain cells in terms of our love for Toji and the way we write him as the gentle giant he is in love.
Thank you for following and for liking my work as much as you do, by the way :) I really hope to continue giving you all what you want in these Toji posts because in truth, i'm really having so much fun with this! Thank you for this kind message <3
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Some assumptions I've made about you + Asks and A moodboard<3
Hates waking up early but lovessss sunrises
Favorite soda is sprite
Big fan of princess movies like Tangled and Cinderella
Good at math but hates studying for it
Laurie and Amy defender
Doesnt like cake idk why I just get the vibe you don't like it
Favorite color is any shade of blue/green or pink
Favorite march sister is Amy or Meg
Cannot standddd any music by Travis scott
Hardcovers>>>>>>Paperbacks
Favorite ttpd song is either so long london or so high school
Hatessss gore in movies
And despises sex scenes in media (me too)
asksss
Which celebrity would you choose for your best friend?
Whatâs your favorite playlist you've ever made?
Whatâs the last book that made you cry?
How do you like to spend a rainy day?
Whatâs one opportunity you feel like you missed out on?
Do you have a favorite kind of flower?
Whatâs your favorite meal?
If you could live with one friends character, who would you choose as your roommate?
What do you wish was a school class that currently isnât?
What do you do when you need some inspiration?
Who is your role model?
moodboard based on your theme<3
xoxo avaa
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ava ava ava oml !!
i love this sm thank you for the moodboard and for this ask in general <3
assumptions:
this is so true.I despise waking up early but i almost always do đ and sunrises are the loml fr
i honestly donât drink sodas and stuff cause ion really like them but youâre right,if i had to choose one,iâd say sprite
princess movies are my fav(iâm in my nostalgic era rn lol)and my fav princess movie would be either brave or moana (u can consider them princess i believe?)
yes yes yes
course theyâre just so cute yk i luv them sm (little women>>>)
i eat cake sometimes but iâm not a big fan of it nor of sweets in general lol
i like all of these and honestly yea rn theyâre my favs but i also love maroon n black !!
my fav match sis is indeed amy and then my second fav is meg
reallll just not my typpa music yk
yes oml i hate paperbacks (i end up literally tearing them up or cutting them w scissors when im mad oops)
love them both and they were my favs when ttpd was just released but rn my favs are clara bow and the alchemy
half trueee.i have a love-hate relationship w that shit
yes oml like ew?
asks:
might be considered basic but iâd either go with olivia rodrigo,sydney sweeney or alexa demie.liv seems like that one person w the best humor ever,sydney seems like such a sweetheart and alexa is so cool,literal icons.
oml i have this private playlist on spotify named âin my feelsâ and itâs my fav thing ever (crying playlist lol)
itâs been a while since iâve finished a book with school and all but the last book that made me cry was it ends w us,it wasnât rlly what itâd be but the ending made me cry
if iâm at school,iâll be praying it doesnât rain so that my hair doesnât get ruined lol.If im at home,i might either go outside in the rain (if my mom isnât home) and just stand there or stare out the window while drinking tea and watching a (comfort) movie
dunno if itâs considered an opportunity but i had the chance to see coldplay n maisie live and i didnât (cause there were no tickets and none of my acquaintances like them,only my english teacher lol)my current biggest regret
i love roses and tulip sm atm đ·
i luv kfc sm so id say hot chicken wings but if we are talking bout homemade food i like pasta (lowk a picky eater lol)
hmm prolly monica,i believe weâd get along well
smth iâd love to do at school as a class is analyze lyrics of my fav songs or just cool pop songs
i usually scroll on pinterest or on youtube
i have a few.in rl,my role models would be my physics n english teacher,along with an old family friend whose a pediatrician and my mom.If weâre talking about celebrities/characters,i wanna have the personality of maddy perez lowk like some of her feautures are so cool i luv her !!
the moodboard omfg !! i luv it ty <3
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LMAOOO nah dw abt embarrassing me it must be doneâŠ.Id rather you see it than have me send it to someone who doesnât match my freak and have them think im insane
Omg Karasu in the lead?? GuysâŠâŠ.Mira youâve fr cultivated Karasu nation LMAOO but no youâre so right I remember seeing a poll awhile ago from someone and ofc there were the fan faves like Nagi Reo Kaiser as options and I was shocked to see Karasu there?? Ofc he was dead last in the results but not unexpected igâŠ.also BAROU THIRD GUYS!!!! Barouism rising too??
No seriously Isagi would be sooo cooked if Nagi wasnât thereâŠ.trust I know that Nagi goal in u20 is gonna make him skyrocket Iâm imagining all the edits to it now LMAO
Itâs just the miraverse of contentâŠ.new genre itâs called âwould Mira watch this?â The parallels do go hard though I wasnât expecting to find so many LOL
HAAHA SHIDOU lowk thatâd be really funnyâŠ.imagine like a 200k wc fic of Shidou shenanigans and sus quotes
Maybe Iâve been too desensitized because when you said too extreme I was expecting a lot more violence LMAO you got the perfect amount though I think when you said extreme I was thinking of Shidou level oops
NO FR?? Like heâs not gonna ever take the top spot but lowk Iâve grown to appreciate himâŠ.youre so right though LOLL closeted sweetheart >>> closeted asshole bro wait the grape candy scene was so cute I forgot to mentionâŠ.its so funny how he kinda just gives it to her without saying anything about it like how people would do secret deals or something but no itâs just grape candy LMAOOO
THREE broâŠ.the aura is crazyâŠto the dude who wanted your insta you shouldâve been like âif you buy me a $50 cupcake Iâll give it to youâ /j lowk investing in a bodyguard does not sound like a bad idea tho
OOOOOOH very excited for everythingâŠ.also the whole masterlist layout for the oaeu>>>>>>>> the visuals look so CLEAN omg but guys look itâs aiku on Miraâs blog!!!! I saw the poll and have not touched it like wdym Iâm supposed to choose???? Letâs see if I can be decisive for once but just know I was debating between tabieitaken and barouâŠ.speaking of im kinda curious to see which idea of mine will spark inspiration first LMAO take ur time tho im being so well fed with everything in the lineup so far
Im also laughing missing the cutoff is so funny to me because (unless I didnât read something) itâs like if you didnât safely get something in before the impending arrival of aiku youâre in for the long ride LMAOOOO
Ok actually real time update I just put them into a random generator to pick and voted LOL because thereâs no way Iâm deciding in time but I needed to show some opinion somehowâŠ.ok but anyways the main point I came back for was why is Nagi tied with your vote tracking option LMFAOOOOO Iâm ngl Iâve never set up a poll here whatâs the purpose of thatâŠI just know that people arenât supposed to pick it but Iâm crying why does it have more votes than otoya and yuki
- Karasu anon
HAHA okay that is fair i will def keep you posted on any future typos đ€© honestly they add to the experience though i mean what is a translator without occasional goofs (/j but also as someone who read a 1.5 million word novel translated online from korean #orv i am very used to wading through odd phrasing to get to the heart of a story so ngl sometimes my mind just skips over typos entirely and i donât even notice)
unfortunately karasu nation has fallenâŠheâs in second now (w barou as a very close third) because SAE ITOSHI has a healthy lead đ honestly it was expected that man just has too many fans đ and most of the other characters on there arenât AS popular (iâm sure there wouldâve been more of a split if rin kaiser or isagi were included but honestly none of them were screaming oaeu to meâŠsae is kinda in the same category as them for me but he had strong oaeu potential hence why heâs included despite not being a miraverse all star like nagi karasu and barou)
I AM SOOO HYPE FOR THE EDITS PLSSS karasu and otoya edits from third selection?? nagi edits from the u20 game?? BAROU EDITS FROM THE U20 GAME đ€€âïž AHHH itâs going to be so good i just know those editors are going to cook up so many delicious concepts iâm actually hype (barely one more month weâre so close!!) and LMAOO no literally iirc nagi scored like four of the five goals against barou and naruhaya or something like if he hadnât done that isagi wouldâve had the naruhaya treatment and been out for good đ tik tok fans forgetting who the og goat of bllk was đą okay but honestly thatâs why i love having nagi AND barou as my favs because one or the other is always up!! truly no losing there (and bllk bros automatically respect anyone who loves barou because most of them are barou glazers as if barou is ANYTHING like them đ)
i guess part of it is also probably just kaneshiro using typical character archetypes too?? like girly dude white haired dude flirty dude etc etc the nagi dragon art was insane work though like what was the reason for that except to cater to us specifically
nah because yk iâd cook even for shidou đ but he would not be my first choice (or my second, or third, so on and so forth) HAHA heâs just a bit too chaotic plus like weâve mentioned i donât really find him too attractive even though ik some people do?? LMAOO omg idt i could ever write a character as violent as him especially not kiyoraâŠlike heâs chill for the most part just not hesitant to punch someone if needed i guess is how i interpreted it?? whereas shidou would just do it for funsies
I HAD FUN WRITING THE GRAPE CANDY SCENE IT JUST FELT SO HIM like the way he gives her a piece after she successfully swallows a pill as if sheâs a dog or smth itâs just so innocent đ meanwhile reader is like âwow our tongues will match đâ FBXJFKDS and him writing his number on the empty box so he doesnât have to throw it away OR actually give her his number in person for fear of rejectionâŠkiyora my underrated goat fr đ„č
JFNFJDDJSJ PLSSS just drop a quick âerm have i known you since you were four years old?? yeah i didnât THINK so!!â and move onâŠi fear writing has made my standards very high hence why iâve never been in a relationship but youâll never catch me settling fr đ„± if theyâre not like bfb karasu or peregrine nagi or white butterfly hiori I DONâT WANT THEM đ€Ł or ig someone like seabird sae would work too HAHA iâll sacrifice the pining for a man w money and a sense of humor đ€©
OMG YAYYY IâM GLAD YOU LIKE IT i was inspired by those dollar store self help books as well as rom com movie covers when i was making it and i think it turned out well!! and then i saw one of the graphics accounts i follow had posted the green and purple hearts divider and i was like holy shit this is PERFECT it matches so so well w his entire aestheticâŠalso peep oliver and aiku being diff colors like his heterchromia đź LMAOO genuinely this is probably aikuâs first appearance on my blog (besides his cameo in the last part of fwtkac) but ahhh iâm trying to figure out which req to do next myself!! i have a few to choose from so thereâs def a bit of varietyâŠiâm thinking of your requests iâll probably do chigiri?? because barou is part of the oaeu and idk if i feel connected enough to bachira to write for him yet đââïž
NFJDBXSNK no because thatâs literally what it isâŠafter the gagamaru req my inbox was pretty stagnant in terms of new reqs so i was like ok let me just get these ones cleared out and then iâll go back to posting my own things again as well đ literally the two hiori requests are from my 500 follower event so from back in JUNE like i need to wrap these up and post them đ but idm making the newer ones wait like they can go on the crazy oaeu ride w all of us in the meantime đ©
OMG WHO DID YOU END UP VOTING FOR (unless you want to keep it a secret because if so i understand đ«Ą) also omg that annoys me sm like fr a pet peeveâŠbasically no one can see the results of a poll until they vote but that includes the creator of the poll?? so if you donât want to skew the results you just make another option so you can keep track of the poll while itâs still open đ€© but i absolutely HATE when people pick that option like are you seriously that desperate to know the answer that you pick the option that literally says itâs only for me?? it doesnât matter what you put people will vote on it but itâs so annoying ughhhh i canât stop putting it because iâm nosy and like to know whatâs going on with the poll in real time but it fr irritates me that people pick it like literally just choose a random option if itâs that deep đ i think part of what annoys me is like it so clearly says donât pick itâŠand then people still pick itâŠlike were you all dropped on the heads as children or smthâŠANYWAYS sorry i feel like iâm so chill normally but thereâs random things that genuinely make me crash out for no reason đ ALSO POOR YUKI AND OTOYA theyâre still behind the FOR MIRA ONLY OPTION (me rn: đ€ŹđĄ) atp iâm not going to do polls anymoreâŠlike damn sorry i tried to get you all involved why are you being stupid and illiterate rn
actually tbh itâs not that deep idk why it enrages me sm đ° but uhhh i fear it does for some reason
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â Synopsis: You and your boyfriend always have days where the two of you are busy and tired, but everything seems to be worth it once the day ends.
At the end of each day, you are always returning back to Na Jaemin with all worries laid to rest.
â Pairing: Barista!Na Jaemin x Gender-Neutral Reader
â Genre: Fluff/Wholesome, Humorous Moments w. Dreamies, One-Shot, ComfortÂ
â Concepts: Domestic AU!, Barista!Jaemin, established relationship, yall have a pet samoyed aka jaeminâs daughter named Riceball jeno is riceballâs brother, NCT Dream Cafe are sassy to their customers (especially haechan), mark got bean boozled, lowk jealous jaemin towards the end
â Count of Words: 3.7k
â Inspiration of the work: End of a Day by Jonghyun + literally jaemin with a dogÂ
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âWhat do you think you are doing, hm?~ You donât want me to trip on you while I cook for Y/N~â
Cooing at the white puppy near his feet with occupied hands of steaming, freshly cooked food; he carefully treads around the kitchen to avoid the excited furball. He lets out a low hum with a tilt of his head, a smile expressing from his pink lips - regardless of the possible dangers of the little canine jumping on her hind legs onto his legs, he continues to adore her without any irritation whatsoever.
To Na Jaemin, his furbaby has always been a bright little creature with lots of energy. If anything the little Samoyed is a walking fluffy cloud, purely white as though it belongs to the blue sky of a clear day; the energy of the puppyâs helps him relieve stress and simply forget his worries.
However, he is unsure if that was the case with you. Unfortunately, youâve been arriving home late into the day due to your new job and havenât been able to join Jaemin or Riceball - which Jaemin personally gave to the Samoyed - for any quality time to bond and relax. Even if you were to try and grab a few days off, the opportunity seems too far to grasp due to being a new employee; thankfully enough, Jaemin understood to stay at home for the first few days until your schedule becomes more flexible.
After all, little Riceball needs to grow familiar with her new environment!
Quietly cooking dinner, Riceball whines for attention at the maleâs feet, the head tilted upwards with her cute beady eyes nearly resembling a stuffed animal. Jaemin pays no mind, stirring the sauce over the cooked rice cakes inside the pan before glancing down at the canine - âDonât worry~ I am not cooking your family.â The playful comment leaves his lips, the puppy whining despite his light-hearted attempt to give her attention.
Suddenly, across the home the door unlocks and instantly the puppy scrambles off to the front door and Jaemin quickly turns the knob to lower the heat. âIs that my beloved Y/N?~â He sings out, following after the puppy yapping away at the door being pushed open to reveal you. Jaemin meets your eyes, instantly giving his signature bright smile with his pretty eyes glowering back with delight; it seems like his own excitement is similar to the puppy jumping on your legs in greeting.
Although, the tiredness of working without much rest with your boyfriend and newly adopted puppy, you felt your own lips lift up into a small smile. Shamelessly, his eyes trail along your figure and he instantly notices the tension within your posture, the wary smile enough proof of your own drainage; he approaches you and takes your bag while you shrug off your coat, a hand ghosting over your lower back when closing and locking the door behind you.
âHow was work, darling?â He softly asks, guiding you into the home after placing down the bag elsewhere. You look towards him, a sigh leaving you upon the mention of your new job - âSame as yesterday. Donât worry about me, Iâll get used to the routine.â You assure him, knowing your boyfriend is the type to worry about your well-being; surely, you will get used to the longer hours of your new job. âI know you will. You are my darling, after all~â he says with fondness twinkling in his eyes, the very stars brightly glowing back at you.Â
Despite the dullness revolving your day, Jaeminâs very presence is enough to glow like those stars pasted on a night sky - to him, you are the moon he is willing to accompany throughout.
âHow was your day? Was she okay?â You ask, Jaemin pulling a chair for you to sit at the table and you give him a smile of gratitude before settling down. You watch your boyfriend move towards the stove, intensifying the heat with a twist and stirring once again - âItâs going well, Riceball is finally learning not to potty inside the home. I am cooking some Tteokbokki with boiled eggs and rice.â He tells you, your eyes landing on the puppy hopping up onto your legs with a wagging tail.
You let out a small laugh at Riceball, hands reaching down to pick her up and place the canine onto your lap. Fingers run through the soft fur, occasionally you would entangle your fingers with the strands by accident; you always apologize whenever it occurs, not wanting to hurt her. âYouâre a good girl, Rice! You are learning from your bad potty habits,â you chuckle out with Jaemin smiling at your words. The two of you are definitely proud parents for your furbaby.
Distracted with the puppy on your lap, her tongue meeting your skin and laughter escapes from you; momentarily, youâve forgotten about the stress weighing you down for the day. White noise of Jaeminâs cooking and your puppyâs bright personality is what you needed after a long day. Setting up the table and placing down the cooked dishes, Jaemin walks to your side and leans down to kiss near your lips; the familiar touch bringing you to ease.
âI want a kiss on my lips,â you pout while looking up at your boyfriend and Jaemin gives a smug smile while tilting his head. âDo you?â he teases, you roll your eyes and reach up to grab him by the shirt and pull him down to reach his lips; though his physical affection is a remedy regardless of the actions, you always favored his lips much more - it was a cure for you, no matter the occasion. âEnjoy your dinner, my darling.â He mumbles against your lips, kissing you once more.
Suddenly, Riceball jumps up against your chest and licks at your face, both of you laughing at her interference. âIs my daughter jealous? I give you kisses all day and that isnât enough, hm?â Jaemin leans down to Riceballâs eye level, murmuring at the puppy in a childish tone with his hands reaching up to squish her face in his hands. You look between the two, grinning and adoring the sight in front of you; you always cherish where your boyfriend is being incredibly soft for cute things.
Sometimes, he can go overboard but the smile plastered on his face with eyes shimmering is a sight you will never forget nor avoid the opportunity to witness it.
Jaemin looks towards you and leans forward, pecking the tip of your nose before moving away to sit down across from you. His touch lingers warmly on your skin, a small pink dusting over your cheeks at the giddiness of your boyfriendâs affection; you thank him for the food after placing Riceball onto the floor, reaching out to fill your plate with a longing for his cooking. Across from you, Jaemin lovingly watches with a gentle smile, watching how you glow with excitement ready to eat his cooking.
Taking the first bite, you sigh in relief - âYou never disappoint, love.â The pet name causing Jaeminâs heart to flutter, the title of being your lover is something he could never let go of - it is his pride and one he wholeheartedly devotes to.
âGrab some! I might eat all of it,â you exclaim while pointing at the dishes with your chopsticks. You always remind him to eat after taking the first bite, a habit you grew to once dating Jaemin; for some odd reason, he is always waiting for you to eat first before taking a bite himself. He nods his head, âThatâs right. It would be gone in a blink of an eye,â he chuckles. Finally, he gathers his own share of the food and begins to eat his dinner with you.
In a comfortable silence, the two of you ate and Jaemin would spare glances to you. His never ending adoration for you always distracting him, no matter how busy he is - it was something he couldnât exactly ignore, an urge to take a look at his beloved as though you held a spotlight above your head and his eyes could never look away from. You are the moon of his own world, the celestial he could look forward to no matter the time of the day.
Jaemin pauses, a thought ringing in his head and he swallows before speaking up - âI have work tomorrow. Since, no one will watch Riceball, I was thinking about bringing her to work.â He said. You look up confused, âWhat? We can probably drop her off at some doggy daycare or have someone watch her. I think sheâll be fine,â You suggest. Knowingly, your boyfriend is a barista, how the hell would a puppy be appropriate at a cafe?
âI can bring her, I already let Mark know.â He adds, ignoring the other suggestions that could avoid possible problems in the cafe. Uncertainty expresses from your face, pursing your lips in consideration and instinctively sparing a glance at Riceball; the puppy chewing on her toy, small grunts leaving her when she tugs at the tough material of the toy. âAre you sureâŠ? She might be too hyper to be handled in such a place,â You say with doubt weighing your words.
Jaemin observes your expression, âThe others want to meet her. She is not really a handful to care forâŠâ he trails off, taking notice of the lack of trust to bring your puppy to such a busy place. âI can probably look for a daycare tomorrow, if you arenât comfortable with it.â He reasons, seeming to find a middle ground; after all, he understood your worries. You shook your head, âAre you sure you discussed it with Mark?â you question, emphasizing how this is a decision accepted by his coworkers also.
Smiling, Jaemin nods his head - âYes, I am sure of it~ You can visit me and Riceball at the cafe too!â He said. The thought of seeing your barista boyfriend, cute puppy and having a cup of coffee or tea does seem like a good idea; in fact, you can go straight to the cafe after work and pick them both up and go straight home. It seems like an easy plan! You sigh and release the buzzing thought of hesitation, nodding your head in agreement. âOkay, well we do get off work at the same time soâŠIâll pick you up, okay?â You tell him while he gets up to place his empty plate into the sink.
âOf course, darling. Donât worry about us~â He says, placing the plate inside the sink before walking up to you and kissing the top of your head. Jaemin places his hands on your shoulders, the touch causing you to relax, his hands lightly squeezing and fingers massaging into the skin - âYou trust me, right?â Jaemin hums, looking down at you with a lopsided grin and you look up at him. Reaching up, your hand meets his cheek and fingers caress the skin, against your touch he melts.
You smile up at him, âI trust you with all my heart, Jaemin.â
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âJaeminâŠWhy do you have a puppy in your hands?â
Standing in the middle of the Dream Cafe with the wriggling puppy in his arms, Jaemin smugly smiles at his surprised coworkers. Among all of them, the pale blue haired male - Mark Lee - stood with bewilderment, seeming to not understand how this was anything they'd discussed. Even if Mark asked for more clarification, Jaemin had left him on seen; though this does deem inappropriate, maybe Mark should have insisted on details.
Jaemin bounces her a bit in his arms, treating her like some sort of baby - âWhat do you mean? This is my daughter, Riceball.â
The members looked at one another, specifically towards Mark the manager of the cafe. Unsure on how to react to the unexpected guest, a light haired brunette speaks up - âWe thought you actually had a kid!â Lee Donghyuck exclaims. Zhong Chenle smirks, âI was right! It wasnât some kid he was bringing.â He said loudly, turning to a blonde - âPay up, Park Jisung!â he lets out a hand for the male to pay for the shared bet between the two of them. For a few moments, Jisung stares at the older with the puppy before turning to Chenle.
âIsnât Hyung going to get fired?â Jisung asks, his eyes moving towards Mark after seeing Chenle shrug. A heavy sigh leaves the stressed Mark, seeming to be too late to scold Jaemin since it was almost opening time - the unexpectedness of the situation is one to be ignored of consequences until the cafe closes. âWill she behave?â Mark asks, motioning a hand towards the puppy and Jaemin nods. âOf course~ I promised my Y/N that I will look after her,â he replies back with a nod.
Clapping his hands, âOkaaay! Let's get ready guys. Make sure sheâs on a leash, Jaemin.â Mark said towards Jaemin while Chenle and Donghyuck approached him, hands reaching out to pet the cute puppy in his arms. Jaemin places down Riceball on the floor, attaching the leash onto her harness with a click, the two members captivated by her already; Mark sighs, âGuys we have to get to work!â he calls out to Chenle and Donghyuck, the pair playing with Riceball with wide smiles on their faces.
Huang Renjun appears from the backroom with ingredients in hand, not seeming to be aware of the situation and he jumps once the puppy jumps on his legs after running up towards him. âOh gosh, who is this?â Renjun laughs, regaining his composure and placing the ingredients down for the small cakes the cafe specially sells. âHe probably thought it was a big rat thatâs why he got scared,â Donghyuck teases the poor Chinese male. Renjun scoffs, âI never thought that! Itâs obviously a puppy.â
âHyung I can take care of her when you get too busy,â Chenle offers once calling for Riceball with Jaemin standing with the excited canine jumping onto Chenle. Jaemin hums in acknowledgement to the proposal, handing the younger the leash and Chenle enthusiastically takes it with a grin - âI am your uncle, Chenle!â He introduces himself to the puppy and Donghyuck joins the younger in babying the puppy. Mark looks towards Riceball, smiling a bit at the cute canine hopping around.
Maybe it wasnât a bad idea for the puppy to join them for today.
Within a few hours into their shift after opening, the cafe collected more attention than usual due to Riceballâs popularity. Working excessively, especially with Jaemin working alongside Lee Jeno with drinks, Jaemin had trusted Chenle to look after his puppy - the young Chinese male advertising the customers to take photos of the special guest. Occasionally, an awkward Jisung would join them and had instances of mishandling Riceball and Chenle would scold him while taking her away from him.
âWho dropped chocolate here?!â Donghyuck exclaims, nearly stepping on the fresh stool on the floor. Jisung places down a few drinks for seated customers before following the light haired brunetteâs gaze, he scrunches up his nose in disgust - âHyung, clean it up before someone else steps on it or slips on it.â He said, Donghyuck scurrying off to grab a few paper towels. âRiceball is such a good worker for making the customers leave right away~â Donghyuck praises.
After some time, the bustling cafe calms down with only a few customers entering and a majority leaving with Donghyuck and Renjunâs persistence. Finally, for Jaemin, he could see his furbaby and settle down with a Iced Americano - or Namericano, as the cafe calls it; he sits down at a table with Riceball laying next to his feet, Chenle busy with cleaning up a few tables alongside Jisung. Jaemin looks down at Riceball, âIs my daughter hungry?~ Do you want a treat?â he coos while picking up the bag on the table, holding the canineâs essentials.
Riceball doesnât seem to react, seeming to be tired as her owner and Jaemin laughs lightly at her while taking out a few treats and dry food into a bowl. Placing down the bowl, Riceball is up on her feet to fill her belly, Jaemin watching her with such endearment - he decided to take a photo and send it to you without any text message attached. After all, the photo is enough to stop you from worrying for these past hours. âYou did so well today,â He praises the canine with a hand petting her.
Soon enough, closing time comes much closer. Jaemin finishes up a drink and places it for Donghyuck to serve, the male picking it up and handing it to the last customer - âThank you, please never come again!â he says, bowing his head and the customer laughing before moving away with their drink. Jeno is sitting with Riceball, petting her and giving his signature eyesmile towards her; in a way, the two have similar facial expressions - as Jaemin noticed. Chenle seems to notice also, âJeno looks like her brother.â
âOh! I can see it,â Jisung agrees with a nod and Renjun places the leftover baked sweets on the counter. He looks towards Jaemin, âDo you want to bring these home? I am sure Y/N will like them a lot.â Renjun suggests and Jaemin nods his head, grabbing a few boxes to pack away the sweets. Surely, you would never reject these treats as youâve been one to eat dessert after dinner; upon packing up, he decided on cooking some ramen for dinner tonight, a quick and easy meal for the two of you.
The bell rings above the door and Donghyuck groans, âSorry we are closed. We just havenât flipped the sign yet!â He calls out, turning his head to the door. âYah!â Jaemin yells out, glaring at Donghyuck once taking notice of the arrival - it was you. You laugh and wave a hand, âSorry but I wanted to grab a coffee late.â You jokingly say, Donghyuck instantly leaving the counter and going down on his knees in front of you to bow in apology. âSorry! Sorry! My mistake~â He says, pressing his hands together.
Mark rolls his eyes and grabs Donghyuckâs shirt from behind to pull him up onto his feet, âWelcome Y/N! Did you get off work also?â he asks with an innocent smile. Riceball runs up to greet you also, her tail wagging quickly with renewed energy upon seeing her other owner - âYep! I am here to pick up Jaemin and this little girl~â you sang out in reply, picking her up and securing her into your arms. You kiss her head, âHow was she? She wasnât a distraction right?â You ask while stroking her head.
Mark shakes his head, âNope! We actually got a lot more customers. We might actually hire her.â He jokingly replies back and you laugh at his words. Jeno perks up once hearing the possibility, âCan we? She can be our mascot!â He said rather excitedly and you found it cute to see the raven-head gleaming like a child begging their parents for an item from a store. âI donât know about thatâŠJaemin just came up with a dog in his arms, he didnât really specify what his daughter isâŠâ Mark tells.
You narrow your eyes at Mark before looking at Jaemin behind the counter, quietly packing away the sweets in boxes to take home. âYou said you told him, Jaemin!â you scold and Jaemin looks up, âWhat do you mean? I did tell him. I said I was bringing my daughter.â He reasons and Mark looks between the two of you. âNo itâs alright! We didnât expect a dog thatâs all,â he chuckles, not wanting to make it a huge deal than it seems - even so, Riceball did bring in lots of attention for the cafeâs business.
âI really do hope she wasnât a problem while you guys worked,â You say looking towards Mark and bowing in apology. He lightly laughs and shakes his head, defensively bringing up his hands - âNo worries! Really, itâs not bad. She did great today!â he said and you mentally sigh in relief. Sitting down at one of the few clean tables with Riceball running around with Jeno, you spoke with the other members. On the other hand, Jaemin collects his belongings and takes off his apron, silently listening in while making a warm cup of chocolate milk for you. Walking up to you, he quietly gives you the mug and you smile at him, taking it in your hands.
Warmth engulfs in the palms of your hands, blowing at the rising steam from the drink and Jaemin had sat down beside you. He watches you converse with his close friends, your expression laughing and smiling as you invest into the conversations, he pouts a bit with the lack of attention - werenât you here to see him? You werenât here for his friends. Jaemin leans over to rest his head on your shoulder, glancing at your empty hand sitting on your lap and he reaches out to hold it and intertwines his fingers with yours.
Mindlessly, he listens to your voice and lets his thumb massage the skin of your hand, rubbing small circles repeatedly, and he would swing both your hands occasionally in hopes of getting your attention. After some time, you finish speaking with Renjun and look at Jaemin - âIt sounds like a very busy day, love. I heard you and Riceball did great,â you softly compliment with fingers brushing a few strands of hair from his forehead; you plant a chaste kiss on the exposed skin and he smiles at the contact.
âIt was very busy, but I am glad to see you at the end of the day.â Jaemin gently confesses, love weighing his words and his eyes holding the familiar starlight. You smile and let your fingers brush against his cheek, caressing the soft skin with a loving touch - âI am also happy to see you at the end of the day also.â
Jaemin leans further into your touch, nuzzling his cheek against your hand - âI love you.â
âI love you too, Jaemin.â
At the end of each day, Na Jaemin is always seeking solace in the presence of the moonlight welcoming him back home.
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Bad Boyfriend | Jamie Campbell Bower x y/n
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warnings: Jamieâs a doodoo boyfriend, reader is insecure about if sheâs a good girlfriend, Jamie lowk has an eating disorder? Jamie also isnât sleeping much, uhhhh idk what else let me know
summary: Jamie hasnât loved you the same for what feels like forever, and youâve had enough
You sighed, leaving his little producing studio in the house you two shared with a full plate for the thousandth time in the last year or so. Jamie was stressing himself out too much, you knew it. Because of his new role in the Stranger things series he was overworking himself trying to be the best actor for this role.
It started as soon as he got the role, he was going crazy doing research and figuring out his character and then filming got shut down and it got worse. He was fully putting his everything into this character and then shooting started up again and you barely saw him anymore.
Heâd literally practically spent an entire month on set once he started filming as Vecna in the suit and everything. He almost always fell asleep on the couch in his trailer or someone would have to drive him home because he was so exhausted. It was heartbreaking to see him going through that, you wished he would just give himself a break or ask the directors if there was any chance he could take a day or two off.
Whenever youâd tried visiting him on set, you spent more time with his cast mates than him because he was so busy. You felt hopeless and like your relationship wasnât even real anymore. You genuinely canât remember the last time he kissed you, hugged you, made love to you, or even touched you if weâre being honest.
Heâd finished filming a few weeks ago, and youâd hoped that maybe heâd go back to being your boyfriend again but he still wasnât sleeping, still wasnât eating, still wasnât really interacting with you and at this point you were starting to get concerned for his health. He was getting unhealthily skinny, and you could practically sense the exhaustion from a mile away.
Heâd been holed up in his studio for the last couple weeks, working on music and really getting back into that groove. Youâd made him breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday and youâd be lucky if he ate lunch and maybe a little bit of his dinner.
You set the plate down on the counter and tears filled your eyes, you wondered if maybe it was just you. Maybe he didnât love you like he used to anymore and doesnât know how to tell you. Maybe you shouldâve tried harder, shouldâve been a better girlfriend, shouldâve tried to support him more.
You saved the leftovers like you always did, even though youâd end up throwing them away in a few days anyways. You blinked away your tears and washed dishes and cleaned up the kitchen as well. You fed your cat and headed upstairs, showering and getting ready for bed.
You made sure and said I love you and goodnight every night before bed, or you would text it and even if he didnât reply (which he always did, but it never felt like he meant it) you at least knew you tried. Tonight though, you were done trying.
The last year and a half of your relationship has been completely one-sided, and you are just sick of fighting to keep this relationship going when he canât be bothered to even look at you sometimes. You were too mentally drained to want to go downstairs and say goodnight to him, so you just didnât.
It left you in tears, because you knew that there was nothing left between you two at this point. Youâd love him till your last breath, but it seemed as though Jamie didnât even care about you at all anymore. You cried yourself to sleep, staring at the promise ring on your hand, he promised, he fucking promised heâd always love you.
You got up the next morning and showered, and you couldnât bear to look at the promise ring anymore without crying so you just took it off. That also made you want to cry, considering youâd never ever taken it off once since he gave it to you. You never had a reason to, and it was okay to be worn in the shwoer so you kept it on all the time. But the promise attached to that ring was long broken now, that ring only brought you pain now.
It was your anniversary today, your 5th anniversary of being together. On your 3rd anniversary he made you breakfast in bed and you celebrated beautifully with a little picnic and walked all around the city with each other, going to your favorite shops and just spending time with each other and made love most of that night. Last year, your 4th anniversary, he sent you breakfast, and took you on a dinner date and fell asleep in the car because he was so exhausted from filming. This year, well this year he forgot.
You went the whole day hoping he would at least come out and spend time with you. You had bought him a gift months ago, a new ring, just a simple one but with his and your initials engraved onto it.
You wanted to give it to him anyways, but wasnât sure if you should. He probably wouldnât even care. You kept the little box in your pocket all day, fiddling with it anxiously and thinking about you and Jamie.
âWhy is your promise ring sitting on the bathroom counter?â He asked as he came downstairs, you were so zoned out you didnât even remember him coming out of his studio at all. âI-IâŠI just wanted to clean my hands and I took off my jewelry. Mustâve forgotten to put it back on. Iâm sorryâ you said and stood up and walked towards him and tried to take it from him but he moved his hand away.
âYou never take it off. Iâve seen you wash your hands before you always keep this ring onâ he said and you sighed. You grabbed the ring from him and slipped it back on. âIâm sorry. It was just a fluke or something. Wonât happen againâ you said and he took a deep breath.
âYou also didnât come in and say âI love youâ last night. Are you upset with me?â He asked. You sighed shakily and said âno, babe. Everythingâs fineâ He could hear the shakiness in your voice and you knew you were about to cry and so did he.
âWhatâs wrong?â He asked and you looked away slightly, trying to fight the tears. You took a deep breath and said ânothing, I-Iâm okay Jamieâ âY/n, youâre crying, obviously somethings wrongâ he said and you sniffled.
âI justâŠdo you even know what day it is?â You asked and he shrugged. He looked at his phone and said âTuesday?â âNo, JamieâŠitâs our anniversary. And you fucking forgot. Itâs not only that, itâs the fact that I donât even know if weâre really even in a relationship anymore. For the better part of the last 2 years weâve been growing apart more and more with every day that passes by and I canât handle it anymore. When you got the stranger things role you dropped everything, including me, and put everything into the show. I know that acting is very demanding of you and is something you need to focus for but itâs like you donât even care about me anymore! I tried to be supportive, I tried to understand-but I canât! I canât remember the last time you kissed me, or- o-or hugged me or the last time you even touched me and itâs frustrating. I cook you breakfast, lunch, and dinner every single day and you donât even look at it. I tried to get you to rest and relax for months and you didnât care! You donât appreciate anything I do anymore! This promise ring is nothing now, you broke it a long time ago. I cant keep fighting for our relationship, itâs so fucking one sided, at this point weâre just goddamn roommates. I miss my boyfriend, god damn it. I thought after filming Iâd get him back but youâre still fucking avoiding me, youâre still not sleeping, youâre still not eating, youâre still stressing yourself the fuck out! I tried Jamie, I tried for over a year and I canât anymore. Itâs eating me up and ruining me inside. Happy goddamn anniversaryâ you snapped. You got up and threw the box with the ring in it at him, running upstairs.
He stood there in shock. Warm, salty tears ran down his face. He knew heâd been focused on working, but he really didnât realize it was this bad. He couldnât believe he forgot your anniversary, how could he?
Of course he cared about you, he was very much still in love with you. He couldnât believe he made you feel this way, made you think he didnât love you anymore.
He picked up the box and opened it, seeing the ring you had made for him. Why the hell would he ever screw this up? You were so good to him, so supportive, you were the best thing that had ever happened to him.
He slowly made his way upstairs and knocked on the door, he could hear you crying softly on the other side.
âPlease just leave me alone. Youâve managed just fine this entire time, now Iâm asking for itâ you said and he let out a shaky breath. âIâm so sorry, y/n. I just want to talk, please?â He begged and you opened the door hesitantly.
He sniffled and said âIâm sorryâ âIâm sure you are, Jamie. But âIâm sorryâ isnât gonna make almost 2 years of being ignored go away. You have no idea how painful itâs been to watch you overwork yourself, and watch you wither away cause you wonât eat or sleepâ you said and let out a shaky breath, moving to sit on the bed.
He still stood in the doorway, ashamed of what heâd done as he said âI-I know thatâŠbut thereâs no words to excuse what Iâve done. I still love you like you wouldnât believe, I never ever wanted to make you feel this way. I guess I just got too wrapped up in my work and it caused me to abandon the best thing thatâs ever happened to me. I shouldnât have let it happen, but it did and the only thing I can do now is try to make it up to youâ
You stayed silent a few moments burying your face into your knees whilst you cried as you had curled up against the headboard. âH-How do I know it wonât happen again? I can't go through this anymore, if I do it again itâll break meâ you said and he whimpered.
He moved inside the bedroom and sat in front of you, grabbing one of your hands softly. âIâve done something I never ever thought I would do. I never thought I would hurt you this bad, I never wanted to. If you can give me a second chance I swear on my mother Iâll never, never ever let my ignorance cause you to hurt this badly ever again. I swear, if I had thought you were in even half as much pain I wouldâve dropped everything for you. Iâm so goddamn sorry, y/nâ he said and you closed your eyes, more tears wanting to spill.
âAs much as Iâd like to pretend I donât care about making this relationship work anymore, I really fucking doâŠIâm just- I-Iâm scaredâ you said and he bit his lip, he really was the shittiest fucking boyfriend on the planet right now. You took the promise ring off and said âyou have one more chance. Promise me you wonât ever do this to me again. If you do itâs over, and Iâll be outta here before you can even think about convincing me to stayâ
âI promiseâ he whispered softly and slipped the ring back on you. He kissed your hand, sniffling softly as he pressed gentle kisses to it. âThank youâŠâ he said and you nodded. You were still terrified to trust him again, but he seemed so genuinely upset with himself you were willing to give him one more chance.
âNowâŠIâm gonna go make dinner, and youâre gonna eat the shit out of it cause youâre getting really really small and itâs freaking me outâ you said and he chuckled softly, nodding. He followed you downstairs and you talked some more, talked through all the issues and all the pain he had brought you and why the two of you thought he had gotten this invested in his work, enough to do this to you.
âCan I sleep in the bed tonight?â He asked and you nodded softly. He curled up next to you, both of you facing each other. âIâm sorry I ruined our anniversary and the last 2 years of your life,â he said, you both chuckled softly.
You played with the edge of the blanket as you said âitâs okayâŠdonât worry, we talked about it, and itâs gonna be okayâ âcan we celebrate tomorrow?â He asked and you nodded. He brushed your hair behind your ear and kissed your head.
âI love you so muchâ he whispered and you bit your lip, fighting tears again. He awed, wiping them away and apologizing. âNo, no itâs okayâŠI love you tooâ you said and he chuckled softly, cupping your cheek.
He lightly spooned you whilst you both slept that night, and ordered you bagels from your favorite bagel place. He called his team while you were still sleeping and got himself lots of time off to fully be with you, and repair the damage heâs done.
It took a few months but by the time the show was released things were amazing between you two. You had never been stronger together, heâd drop everything for you in a second if he even sensed you might be having a bad day or something like that.
âThank youâŠfor a second chance. And for showing me Iâm only human and need rest and food regularlyâ he said, cuddled up with you as you both watched the first 6 episodes of the season as it had just come out last night.
You smiled and said âhow could I not? Can't resist that pretty face. Plus I love you way too muchâ âI love you moreâ he said and tightened his arms around your waist. He kissed your temple and sighed softly, nuzzling into your hair.
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