#ok now that I think about it maybe he left to prepare for the real expedition and that was the quickest way to get where he needed to go

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bro that B-rank federation worker has one(1) oak boat and a dream

#qsmp liveblogging #wtf do you mean “follow protocol” #i am dying laughing at the implications that in a week's time the island residents are gonna see #one(1) severely hungry and dehydrated B-rank worker that's like #WE GOTTA LEEEEAAAAVVE #ok now that I think about it maybe he left to prepare for the real expedition and that was the quickest way to get where he needed to go #but that was NOT my first impression #so I'm sticking to it #it is now my belief that this worker is rowing as fast as his little hands will let him towards the egg island

[candylix]

great minds think alike | bang chan

A sequel to blow my mind, read that one first! Pairing • Chan x GN!Reader Summary • After failing your test, you decide to go to the library to study. But when you get there, you see Chan. He wasn't the reason you failed, but he definitely didn't help. You said you weren't going to read his mind again, but after the first incident, he hasn't left your thoughts. It couldn't hurt to see what he's thinking about this time, right? Genre • college au, fluff, smut WC • 2.6k Content • sequel to blow my mind, no pronouns used but reader does have a vagina and breasts, mind reading, dirty thoughts about: asking you out 🥰, public sex, groping, thigh grinding, clit stimulation. Chan has an exhibitionism kink. Indented paragraphs indicate what's happening in his mind and not real life.

You really needed to bring your grade up. Normally you do alright, but that score was going to plummet your GPA. You never expected cheating to backfire so hard... but how could you possibly predict that the person you were mind reading would be thinking about sex the whole time?

This time, you'll be prepared the right way. You carry your textbooks and notes to the school library, and you're going to buckle down and study.

You enter the library with your foolproof plan in mind. You even set your timer for an hour, so you know when to take a break after all your hard work. But you freeze when you get to the tables and see a certain man already there.

Chan is studying too. You can feel your heartbeat thumping in your chest. After the test, you caught yourself thinking about him all the time. When you saw him, you felt butterflies in your stomach. You wanted to be around him, but you felt too anxious to say hi.

Safe to say, you've formed a little crush on him. It was embarrassing to admit to yourself, because you know how it happened. You read his mind, saw him fuck you on the desk, and now you want to hold his hand and kiss him.

Before you can even think rationally, you find yourself walking over to his table.

"Hey, mind if I study here?" you ask, mentally punching yourself for breaking the plan this easily.

He looks up, startled by the sudden intrusion, but his shock fades into a smile when he sees you.

"Go ahead," he responds. You pull out the seat across from him and put your stuff in front of you, as if you'll actually be able to get any studying done.

"Did you see your test score yet?" he asks.

"Yeah... let's just say there's a reason I came here to study."

"I didn't do too well either. Not bad, but not good."

"What happened?" you ask. You know what happened, but you want to see what he has to say.

"I, uh," he starts, and you see his cheeks start to flush. "I got a bit distracted."

'A bit distracted' is the understatement of the century.

"I hope I don't distract you, then."

He laughs nervously at your comment.

"Well, um, I'll get back to studying then," he says, and hides his face behind his laptop.

You open your textbook and think about studying, but you know you wont be able to resist peering into his mind. With the way he reacted, you know he's going to think about something interesting.

While pretending to read the book, you focus on him, and his thoughts gradually fill your head.

'Ok, Chan, focus. You can do this. Just... read your notes... focus... it would be rude to leave, right? I'm not gonna be able to focus like this.'

There was a small part of you that thought he didn't actually have feelings for you, and that he was just a pervert. But from the way he's struggling to study because you sat at his table, you can tell he really does like you.

'Do you want to go for coffee after this? No, that's stupid, it's too late to get coffee. What about... Wanna go see a movie sometime? That's stupid too. Ugh. How do you ask someone out without being cringy? Maybe I should buy some flowers? No, I'd have to carry them around all day like an idiot. This is too hard. I should just jump into a volcano. That would be easier... But this is such a good chance. I have to say something before I miss another perfect opportunity...'

His thoughts are racing a mile a minute, trying to figure out what he's going to say to ask you out. He said something about missing another opportunity... how long has this been on his mind? You feel heat rise to your cheeks as you think of every time you talked, wondering when he was thinking of asking you out. There have been a few times where he looked like he was going to say something, but just kept quiet. Was that him chickening out? Maybe you should put him out of his misery and ask him to dinner.

You tune back into his mind, just in time for him to imagine a scenario involving you.

He's sitting in the library across from you, exactly how you are now, but he's wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses. "Hey babe, why don't you stop what you're doing and take a ride with me tonight. I'll make it worth your while." He winks, and a motorcycle comes crashing through the wall to stand next to him. He takes a seat on it, and you run up to get on behind him. He revs the engine a few times to look cool. You wrap your arms around his waist, feeling his six pack through his shirt. Then he rides the motorcycle out of the hole in the wall and into the sunset.

You can't stop a chuckle from escaping your lips.

"What are you laughing at?" he asks, cocking an eyebrow.

"Um, nothing. Just remembered something funny my friend said earlier," you lie.

You both go back to 'studying'. That was a close call. Not that he would ever guess what you're doing, but you did want to see where that fantasy was heading. You don't have to wait long before another one starts again.

You're both sitting in the library. He clears his throat, and you look up at him. "Sorry to interrupt, but... would you want to... maybe... go out with me?" he asks. "No." You say flatly. Then you take your textbook and smack him across the face, before leaving the room. 'Chan, that would never happen,' he thinks to himself. The daydream resets, and you're back where you were before, sitting across the table from him as if that never happened. He suddenly stands up, grabbing your attention, and walks over to your side of the table. He sits on your textbook, forcing you to look up at him. "We're done studying for today. I'm taking you out for dinner." "But-" "No buts. I won't take no for an answer." "I guess I have no choice then," you say, giggling. He fixates on your smile, they way you look at him, your lips... and everything freezes.

Chan buries his face in his hands. He wanted to be a cool, suave ladies man, but even in his imagination he loses his composure when you smile at him.

It's cute to see him like this, reminding you of when you read his mind during the test. The first thing he did was imagine holding your hand. It's possible that his feelings have gotten stronger since then, because now he's struggling just to ask you out in his romantic fantasies.

He's still sitting on the table in front of you, and he takes your hand, pulling you up to your feet. His other hand cups your cheek, and guides your face down to him. Your lips press into his, and you melt into the kiss. He breaks the kiss, and looks into your eyes. "Let's take a rain check on dinner," he says, and his hands move to the bottom of your shirt. "What are you-" you start, but he lifts your shirt up and over your head, throwing it to the side. He unclasps your bra and throws it somewhere as well, and he drinks in the sight of you. "Chan, we're in public. Someone might see us." "Good, let them. I want everyone to know these," he says, grabbing your tits, "are mine." With one hand on each breast, he massages them, and kisses you again. His thumb grazes over your nipples, and you moan into the kiss. You can feel him smile, and he pulls at your nipples while he gropes you. His hands travel down your stomach and to your waist. He's quick to unbutton your pants and pull them down. He massages your ass over your underwear, and his thigh parts your legs to rest itself under your cunt. You gasp, and he slips his tongue in, deepening the kiss. You roll your hips, rubbing your pussy on his muscular thigh. He grabs your waist to help guide you on him, and you continue grinding on his leg as the feeling in your pit starts to build. "Not so shy anymore, huh?" he teases. "You want everyone to see you humping my leg." You roll your hips against him faster, trying to feel as much as you can between multiple layers of fabric. He watches your breasts bounce as you buck against him, and he sits there mesmerized at how good you look when you're fucking yourself on him.

Your alarm goes off. You both jump in your seats. His daydream instantly vanishes as the noise brings you both back to reality. You scramble to shut it off.

"Sorry, I forgot I set that alarm." "Oh... Does that mean you're done?" he asks. He looks at you with sad puppy dog eyes.

'Shit. I was too busy being horny that I completely forgot to ask. Ugh.'

You decide that if you want to go out with him, you're going to have to ask him yourself. "Actually, I have something I wanted to ask you," you say, and he instantly perks up. Your feel your heart beating, and you hesitate for a moment. You know he'll say yes, but you still feel nervous all of a sudden. Asking someone out apparently doesn't get easier even if you have nothing to fear. Finally, you make yourself say the words.

"Do you want to go out sometime?" He pauses, and starts overthinking about what you could possibly mean. "Um... like you want to hang out? Like a friendly 'go out'?" "More like a date 'go out'."

"Oh... OH. Yes!" He coughs, trying to sound nonchalant. "Yeah, let's go out sometime."

He can't hold back the grin that forms on his face. "Actually, I was going to ask you the same thing."

"Really?" you say, feigning ignorance, "That's crazy. I didn't know you were interested in me."

"Yeah... I've liked you for a while," he says shyly, and his cheeks turn pink. God he's cute.

"In that case," you start, walking around to his side of the table and grabbing his hand, "there's something I want to do." You pull him up to his feet, and lead him to the bookshelves. You walk into an empty aisle near the back. "I really want to kiss you." His face turns bright red, and you can hear the thumping of his heartbeat. "O-ok," he stutters. He's completely different from the Casanova in his daydreams, but the juxtaposition is very endearing.

You cup his face and lean in for a kiss, and he kisses back softly. He doesn't know where to put his hands at first, but he rests them on your waist. Gently, you push him back against the bookshelves and press your body into him. He melts into the kiss, and his confidence grows enough to lower his hands to your ass.

For the first time, his thoughts are completely silent.

You're the first to break the kiss. "Do you want to go a bit further?" you ask. "Further...?" he asks, and when your hands leave his face to travel down to his hips, his eyes go wide. "What if someone walks in on us?"

"Then they'll know I'm all yours," you whisper. With the way you're pressed up against him, you can feel his erection forming. If his daydreams didn't convince you of his exhibitionism kink, this sure did.

He nods his head, and you lean back in for another kiss. You palm his crotch, and as you slowly stroke his bulge, you feel him harden under your touch. He grabs your hand, stopping it in its track. "What's wrong?" you ask. "Sorry, I just..." he hesitates for a moment, but continues, "I want to be the one touching you." You remember everything he's fantasized. That is what he likes. "Go ahead," you say. He turns you around so that your back is on his chest, and he brings his hand between your legs. He kisses your neck while he rubs you, and you lean your head back into him. His hand moves into your pants, and he feels the wet spot in your underwear. He moves it aside, and his fingers circle your clit. When he finds a spot that makes you twitch, he presses into it, rubbing it harder and faster until your body rocks into his hand. His other hand snakes under your shirt to grope your breast, and he plays with your nipple. He rubs it and pulls at it, earning a moan from you. The fingers on your clit stroke you faster, and you can hear how wet you are as he moves in and out of your folds. The sensations from your breast and your core has you bucking wildly on him, and your ass presses against his dick. He buries his face into your shoulder, dampening the moan he lets out. He grinds into you from behind, with no rhythm in his movements.

You can feel your orgasm building, and you can't control how you hump Chan's hand while he continues his brutal pace against your cunt. He works his fingers, caressing your folds and rubbing a sensitive spot. You writhe under his touch, and you know you're close. You feel the dam burst, and he continues to rub circles around your clit as you buck into his hand, riding out your high. His hand continues to hold your pussy as he humps your ass, feeling his own orgasm building. He moans, and his pace slows down as he finishes on you. You're both breathing heavily, and he takes his hand out of your pants.

You both lower yourselves to the ground in exhaustion, and you turn to face him. He leans back against the bookshelf. "You don't know how much I wanted to do that," he finally says, and you have to stop yourself from saying yes, you did know.

"Me too," you admit.

As much fun as it was peeping into his thoughts, the real thing felt way better.

"Do you... want to make plans for our date?" he asks. You completely forgot about that in the heat of the moment. "Maybe we should get cleaned up before we think about next time." "Oh, right. Do you want to come to my dorm to shower?" he asks, before adding "Just to get cleaned up! I didn't mean- unless you want to-"

"Yes," you say, answering his question before he overthinks and uninvites you. "I don't want to have to go home like this."

"Yeah, um, alright. Come with me."

You go back to the table to get your stuff, which thankfully is still there, and he leads you to his dorm.

You didn't end up studying, but you did end up with a boyfriend, and that's more important anyways.

Although he would argue otherwise.

EPILOGUE:

You're chilling in Chan's room while you wait for your final grades to show up on the school website. You check your phone, it's finally the time they said it would be posted. You both open the website.

"Yes!" he yells, "I got a 93%!"

You wait for the page to load, and when you see your mark, you breathe a sigh of relief.

You barely passed, with 1% over the failing grade, but a pass is a pass nonetheless. Your GPA fell significantly after you started dating Chan, but it worked out in the end.

He looks at your score.

'Wow, what a terrible grade.'

He looks back at you.

"Hey, you passed! Great job!" he says, and gives you a high five.

#stray kids x reader #stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader smut #stray kids smut #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #bang chan #chan smut #chan x reader #chan x reader smut

[carakook]

Bloom. °˖✧✿✧˖°

“Yeah? You think we’re done? We’re not done.”

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⚘6. Planting the Wrong Seed

🔞For Mature Audiences Only🔞

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⚘Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader

⚘Synopsis: You prepare to go to the potluck with Seojoon but find that your day is not going the way that you planned, thanks to a certain someone lingering in your thoughts… if only you knew the shit that was going to unfold.

⚘Genre:Forbidden love

⚘Word count: 12k+

⚘Warnings: 18+ for mature audiences only, MDNI, emotional, mentions of anxiety, mentions of sex, heavy kissing, angst, CANINE POETRY I REPEAT CANINE POETRY, religious metaphors (the story is not religious but makes references to a higher power, karma, fate, etc.), mentions of anxiety, mentions of nightmares, subtle arguing, jealousy, bullying? (Sort of, there’s a bitch in this chapter who makes cunty comments), mentions of alcohol, mentions of cooking (I know this is triggering for some people), heavy tension, cheating, mentions of cheating, mentions of falling out of love/breaking up. Let me know if I miss anything!

⚘Disclaimer: This story in no way reflects the characters of those who are mentioned. It is pure fiction and for entertainment purposes only. Please don’t take it seriously. Nothing is real in this story.

⚘A/N: Chapter 6 is out! I really hope you enjoy it. Please don’t be mad at me. 😀 lol I told you it gets dramatic. I can’t wait to keep writing, shit gets soooo messy but also some very important lessons get learned. DON’T CHEAT AND DON’T BE AFRAID TO LOVE WHO YOU LOVE OK!!! Also, men are stupid sometimes. 🥴 ok love you!!!

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↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ :

♪Glimpse of Us - Joji

♪Bad Habit - Steve Lacy

♪Miss Understood - DPR Ian

♪Hopelessly Devoted To You - Olivia Newton-John (this one is VERY important)

♪Cop Car - Mitski

♪I Bet On Losing Dogs - Mitski (again)

♪Love Me Again - V

♪I LOVE YOU HOE - Odetari Ft. 9lives

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Unfortunately for you, when you wake up after your not-so-peaceful slumber, you have this feeling deep down in your gut that something bad will happen today.

You wake up sometime the next morning, a bit delirious at first because you didn’t get as deep of a sleep as you normally would have. Seojoon is gone already, which isn’t abnormal. He works early mornings so often times he’s gone before you even wake. And in typical Seojoon fashion, he left a little note and cup of coffee that he picked up for you at the convenience store across the street before he left.

You pick up the note and your coffee, take a sip as you read it;

Went to work, text me when you wake up, and don’t forget about tonight.

-Seojoon, aka your boyfriend :)

The usual note he leaves… except the sign off leaves you feeling a bit off. Because normally, it’s just his name. But this time, he added the joking ‘boyfriend’ to it. This should be considered a cute gesture, because he basically is your fucking boyfriend.

But it doesn’t feel cute. Not after the amount of times he talked about being not-boyfriend-girlfriend last night. In fact, as you stare at the note, you realize he is starting to seem bit persistent about it, but its so subtle that you didn't catch it until now.

Maybe he’s getting tired of waiting… it’s been months, so you can't blame him. But also, you can’t help how you feel, and you don’t really feel ready to add the label. So simple for most people, but for you… it’s not simple at all.

It’s like planting a fucking seed, and you aren’t sure if you want him to plant that seed yet.

You aren’t sure if you want to plant his seed, or anyone else's ever again.

It’s too early for this shit, so you decide not to overthink it. You’re off of work today, and you have to figure out what the fuck to cook for this potluck full of people you don’t know. You’re nervous enough as it is, you don’t need to overthink some silly little note your not-boyfriend left. He was probably just being playful.

You’ve become very good at denying things… pretending that you're fine when you really aren't fine. Something you haven’t realized yet.

So you get up and get yourself ready for the day. You do your skincare, brush your hair, brush your teeth, drink your coffee… a normal day, just like any other.

But you begin to realize that the feeling from last night, the same one that you went to bed with and woke up with, it lingers. That little zap feeling you felt when you dreamt, and when he left, that feeling impending doom that you can't quite shake, it's still very much there.

It’s like a little fluttering in your stomach. Something between butterflies and worms, maybe. Subtle, but there. It could be because you dreamt of him again, because you’re meeting Seojoon's friends, or because he has started bringing up making it official all of a sudden… or maybe your gut is trying to tell you something.

Nah, anxiety, surely. Not denial, not intuition… it's just a bad case of anxiety that was triggered by a bad dream. You're sure of it.

After getting yourself dressed and putting on some light makeup, you know you need to calm your shit if tonight is going to go well and be enjoyable for you and everyone else. So you make a little list of ingredients you need to cook something nice for his friends. A way to a man’s heart is food, as they say, it’ll be a nice gesture that you add to the potluck. You decide to cook two things since Seojoon probably won't have time to make something to bring himself. You'll make something sweet and something savory; chocolate chip cookies, a crowd fav, and classic American mac and cheese, because everyone loves cheese. Both things are easy to make, and you’re sure everyone will like them because they’re simple classics.

You’re totally not subconsciously making flower boys past favs. You’re totally not still thinking about him or that dream. You're absolutely-positively-totally not doing little things that remind you of him… not at all.

After you make your list, you grab your bag and wallet, send Seojoon a little text letting him know you’re awake and preparing for tonight. You know he was probably waiting on it, and he was waiting for it. He was actually anticipating you trying to make an excuse not to go tonight, so he feels a bit giddy knowing you’re actually putting not bailing on him. That's my girl, he thinks to himself when he reads the text.

The rest of your day sort of melds together. You do your best to stay on track, even as you pass the floral department at the grocery store. You linger there, looking at the array of autumn flowers that are bright, warm, and blooming... You also look at the array of wilting bouquets that are marked down in price, on sale because no one wants them...

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you reach down and graze the tip of one of the flowers petals. Your heart pounds so hard you swear it might break through your chest, because although it seems like such a simple and curious touch, it isn’t. You’re afraid that just like in the dream, the petals will start turning brown and dry, and the flowers on the shelf will start dying. You’re afraid that your touch is indeed poison.

But nothing happens. They merely stay in place as they did before you touched them, they don’t die any faster, but they don’t stop wilting either. These flowers are neutral to you, and your touch isn’t poisonous as you suspected it may be… not to them, anyway.

You aren’t thinking of him. Not today. You can’t. You won’t. You don’t know why it’s so hard all of a sudden after months of working on yourself, but today of all days cannot be the day that you start reliving memories and asking yourself what if I stayed?

And even though you tell yourself you won’t think of him today, you buy one of the wilting bouquets. Because you feel bad for the flowers that no one seems to want. You feel like you relate to them in some fucked up metaphorical way, or did in the past, at least. You wonder if you can nourish them and nurture them to health, much like you did a certain Bearded Iris many months ago.

Dangerous thoughts for a girl who swore she was moving on and healing just fine.

After you’re done at the grocery store, you make your way back home. You make sure to blare music as soon as you walk in the door to prevent your thoughts from becoming too loud, and you very carefully avoid any love songs that seem to try to make an appearance.

You get to work making the cookie dough, following the ‘secret’ recipe you’ve known since you were a teenager. It’s very rich, contains lots of butter and sugar, probably not the healthiest choice, but every time you make them people go crazy for them. You even won a baking competition back in school using this recipe.

If only they knew this was a recipe on the Betty Crocker website.

You mix the ingredients with familiar motions and fill up several baking pans full of little nuggets of dough. Once every pan is full and there's no dough left, you start baking two sheet pans full at a time because your oven can't fit anymore than that.

You try to ignore the memories that surface when you smell them baking.

“Please Y/N, just a little taste, bet you taste sweeter than these cookies… I need to test it, for science n’ shit.”

“No, you’ll get sick! It has raw eggs. Also isn’t that cannibalism? Kookie eating cookies?”

No. Stop. Fuck.

You make quick work of the mac and cheese after every sheet pan of cookies is finished baking. You let the cookies cool as you boil the elbow noodles and make the creamy cheese sauce, which thank god calls for intense focus, otherwise it’ll burn or become too thick and clumpy.

The mac and cheese recipe is pretty simple, it just requires your full attention up until the last step. This is a recipe you learned online as well, and so far every time you make it everyone loves it, even those who don't really like cheese.

One person specifically was very overdramatic about loving it the first time you made it for him.

“Fuuuck. I should marry you. If I marry you can I have this every day?”

“I am NOT marrying you, dummy. And you’d get diabetes. Do you know how much cheese is in here?”

“Don’t care, blah blah blah, marry me and make me this shit every single day.”

Back when times were simpler, before you knew of him being married. You wonder what would have happened if you played along, said you would marry him and make him mac and cheese every day for the rest of your lives... Should’ve accepted his offer.

You start to become irritated. Because this hasn’t happened in months. You’ve coped, you’ve moved on, you have a not-boyfriend now and you’re supposed to be thriving. Before last night, Jungkook was not consuming you anymore... whereas today, you cannot fucking shake him.

That’s what you thought, that this shit was done. Did one nightmare really fuck it all up? Or is it something deeper?

It doesn’t help that the persistent feeling in your gut continues to linger. It won’t go away and it’s fucking annoying. Like a goddamn fly. Maybe it isn’t butterflies, but a bunch of fucking flies fluttering around in your stomach making you feel nauseous and uneasy. So disgusting.

The zaps never fully went away. In the beginning, after the night he left, it was like it continued to happen after the first time. You’d have panic attacks and feel these zaps in your chest, which Sohee witnessed a few times and told you was normal when having when dealing with loss and change mixed with anxiety She recommended you see someone professional about it, but you didn’t take her advice. It was heartbreak, not a fucking psychotic break…

Ok, maybe almost a psychotic break, but it never got to that point. And with time, the zaps went away for the most part. Just like the lingering feelings he left behind. It all dimmed down to a very dull buzz that was barely noticeable.

Until today. Until last night. Until he decided to invade your dreams again like a fucking intruder.

You shake your head at yourself. Because this is fucking ridiculous. He isn’t here, he isn’t coming back, and you’re supposed to be fucking over it. For fucks sake, you’re making junk food for your new mans friends. You need to get a grip.

Ignore it. Deny it until it goes the fuck away and you forget about it. Maybe if you pretend, you won't even notice it by the time you need to leave tonight.

You finish up the mac and cheese and put it in a large casserole dish, top it with even more cheese and your garlic butter bread crumbs, and then pop it into the oven on medium heat to get all gooey inside and crispy on top. While it bakes, you pack up the cookies in a portable Tupperware container. Now all you have to do is get yourself ready.

You hope like hell you can make yourself look as good as the food, because the dark circles under your eyes are prominent even under the makeup you put on today. This is why you need your goddamn beauty sleep.

While the mac and cheese finishes baking, you fuss over an outfit in your room. It’s a potluck, so you're sure it's casual… but you don’t want to dress too up or down. Normally, you don’t really overthink these things... but again, your nerves are wrecked today. So everything feels worse than what it really is. You're overthinking things far more than normal.

After making your room a damn mess and covering the floor in failed outfits, you decide on wearing a simple floral dress that doesn’t show too much skin, but is still fun. The base color is a deep red, speckled with little white flowers all over. It’s chilly outside due to the changing seasons, so you pair it with some thick thigh high socks and boots. And of course you need a jacket.

A certain jacket that you’ve told everyone you bought for yourself as a treat, but what they can’t see is that it’s covered in an invisible purple and white floral pattern, too.

You touch up your makeup, do it as you always do, and decide to leave your hair down, but pack a hair tie in your bag just in case. You check the clock, and it’s right around 6:30 pm so you know Seojoon is showing up soon, probably in the next thirty minutes or so. You're surprised at how fast time flew today, but also thankful that its nearly over.

Fuck. You feel sick.

After doing one last onceover of yourself, you walk into the kitchen, only to freeze when you see Seojoon is already here… that damn spare key. Maybe it was a bit fast moving to give him your spare key... You were just so used to someone else having it, so you didn't think twice before offering it to Seojoon.

Funny how you gave him a spare key to your apartment but won’t be his fucking girlfriend yet.

He must have gotten off of work early today, because normally he’d be here around seven after going home to check on Simba and change out of his work clothes, but judging by his casual attire, he’s already done all of that. You’re unsure as to why he didn’t text you and let you know… or, fuck, maybe he did and you just didn’t notice. You haven’t exactly been paying attention to your phone thanks to the thoughts plaguing you tonight. You've been all over the place. You’re surprised he didn’t immediately seek you out, but then you see the look on his face… and he doesn’t look very happy.

“Secret admirer?”

He arches a brow that is disguised as playful, but the twitch in his jaw gives him away. At first, you’re confused… until you see his fingers dancing around the petals of the forgotten, wilting, bouquet of flowers that you bought at the grocery store.

You have no fucking clue what comes over you, but you have the urge to scream at him... tell him not to touch what doesn’t belong to him, tell him to get away from them as if he’s the poison. It’s totally irrational, especially when he’s the one who seems to need reassurance here. You aren't sure why he automatically jumps to that conclusion, but you don't think too much about it.

It’s that damn dream. It’s corrupting you. Fuck, maybe you’re possessed. Possessed by the ghost of Jeon-fucking-Jungkook and its causing you to nearly bite Seojoon's head off over touching some dying flowers... You don’t know, but you almost want to laugh at yourself.

You swallow your outburst before it can escape and disguise it with a weary laugh as you make your way over to him.

“What? No, I got these myself. They were on sale and looked sad, wanted to see if I could bring some life back into them.”

This irks Seojoon. He also feels irrationally about it, but sort of regrets immediately jumping to conclusions. It nearly revealed his insecurities… or maybe something deeper than just insecurity. Projection, perhaps, but he’d never admit that.

He feels less of a man knowing you bought yourself fucking flowers, especially ones as pitiful as these. He thinks if you want flowers, he should be buying them for you. He buys them for you often, it's just that you never seem very interested.

He doesn’t like it and neither do you. You wish he’d get you something else, anything else, not flowers. Anything but flowers. It's such a sweet gesture, but as you have said to yourself so many times before, flowers are reserved for someone you refuse to talk to him about.

You grab the bouquet almost protectively and walk over to the sink, get on your tiptoes to start rummaging your cabinets for a proper vase to put them in.

“Should’ve just asked me for flowers, babe. You know I’d get you anything you want... those are just so fucking ugly.”

He laughs when he says it, shakes his head and walks over to where the cookies rest. He takes one from the container and starts nibbling on it, makes a face of almost disgust because fuck, why’re they so rich?

You don’t notice the face he’s making because you’re stuck on the fact that he called these flowers ugly. They aren’t. They’re just sad. Maybe you’re being oversensitive about something so fucking mundane, but it really rubs you the wrong way that he would call them ugly just because they’re wilting.

You wonder if he’s ever thought of you similarly, considering it was no secret when you met him that you weren’t flourishing like you once were. You were recovering from heartbreak, you were as wilted as you could get... much more wilted than these discount flowers.

“They’re not ugly, just need some TLC…” you mutter under your breathe as you fill up a vase full of water.

He doesn’t respond because he disagrees. These flowers are dying, there’s no saving them, that’s why they were marked down in price. No one wants dying flowers.

No one but you.

“Are these the cookies you’re bringing to the potluck?”

You glance at him as he asks. He’s starting to piss you off, which is just making your mood so much worse, you’re already nervous and anxiety-ridden, is he really going to choose today to be picky and pessimistic about shit?

“Yeah, why? Something wrong with them?”

You try to hide the bite in your tone as you place the flowers in their new vase. You fluff them up a bit, sprinkle some plant foot into the water and set them on your windowsill, hoping they’ll get some Sun in the morning.

He snorts at your comment about the cookies and shakes his head, “No, they’re just really… sweet. But you’re a sweet girl, guess I should’ve expected that, huh?”

He’s buttering you up now, because he can tell his comments are bothering you. He’s unsure which one of you are acting extra sensitive tonight, but he silently blames you. Maybe she’s on her period, she didn’t fuck me last night so would make sense, he thinks to himself. Such a man-coded thing to think...

That’s the good thing about Seojoon though; he thinks to himself. He often closets those little comments inside of his head. You’ve yet to have a real argument. The honeymoon phase is inevitably waning, but it’s still there. He doesn’t want to ruin that… because that’s normally when the women he dates start to grow tired of him.

But he wants to keep you. His little wildflower. His little stray cat.

If you knew half of the shit he thought to himself… he has a feeling you would grow tired of him quickly.

You don’t respond to his kiss-ass comment, instead you just shake your head at him. You don't want to argue, especially when you are the one feeling butt-hurt. After fussing over the flowers, you pull out the mac and cheese from the oven and cover the top with tinfoil. You find yourself hoping that tonight passes by quickly because you’re just not in the mood to pretend to be fine.

But you must. Pretend, deny, ignore, just for a little longer. It’s just a bad day, you tell yourself. You’re just sensitive, that’s all. This isn't his fault, it's yours for digging up dead flowers.

As you put the food inside of a bag, Seojoon grabs his coat. He can tell you’re not amused with him at the moment, and doesn’t want to push it. Wants to avoid pissing you off further because he’d be so fucking embarrassed if the first time he brings you around his friends is also the first time you guys argue.

So he does as he should and keeps his mouth shut. No reason to poke the bear.

“Ready to go?”

“Mhm.”

You also want to avoid arguing, obviously. This day has been bad enough, and tonight is supposed to be fun. So you keep your mouth shut just like him.

The communication is lacking.

You both walk down to his car after you lock up your apartment, and begin making your way to the potluck. The drive is silent, other than the music playing subtly in the background. At some point, Seojoon's shuffled playlist plays Hopelessly Devoted To You by Olivia Newton-John from the OG Grease soundtrack. And of course Seojoon starts fucking belting it to the top of his lungs as he drives, putting on a whole ass concert for you to try and cheer you up.

“But now… there's nooowhere to hiiide, Since you pushed my love asiiiiide, I'm ooout of my head, Hopelessly devoted to yoooooou!”

And despite your sour mood and the flies in your stomach, it does cheer you up. It’s silly. He looks ridiculous, a grown ass man singing to you like a damsel in distress while driving. You’re thankful he did it, because your giggles are a good distraction from the lingering thoughts of the man from your past haunting you today.

You barely register the lyrics, Seojoon drowns out what the song is saying entirely with his very off-key terribly singing and the way he dramatically grips your hand like a microphone.

But if you did notice the lyrics, you’d have gotten the sinking feeling that this song is foreshadowing your night.

Thank god you didn’t notice the lyrics.

After this, the mood lightens significantly. You find yourself chattering with him along the way, making little playful comments as you always do. You’re still nervous, but you have a false sense of security now. You were just in your head, that damn dream messed up your entire day and it was causing you to nearly take it out on Seojoon. There’s nothing to be nervous about. You’re meeting new people, this will be fun. A step in the right direction to your possible relationship with him.

This is good. Everything is going to be fine, surely it will. Just a bad day.

At exactly 7:10 pm, you arrive at Taehyung's house. It’s very lovely. It isn’t some sort of luxurious mansion or anything, but it is much nicer than your own small apartment. You can tell his friends must be well off; the various nice cars parked around show that they all must work hard for what they have, which makes sense because, as far as you're aware, they're all a bit older than you. The house has a nice sized front yard, and the outside is clean looking, minimal furniture on the porch, but it still looks cozy. Doesn’t look too big or intimidating. Just a typical house for guys around Seojoon's age and status.

Makes you feel less nervous about lacking something. You’ve always thought of Seojoon as an humble guy, but his job is very well paying and he doesn’t want for anything, so you assume his friends are the same. It was a bit intimidating to think about because your job isn’t exactly bringing you riches, but it does make you happy.

You just want to impress them. Maybe a little too much. It seems silly because you're an adult who has nothing to prove to anyone. This isn't high school, you aren't here to try and fit in... but if Seonjoon's friends decide they don't like you, you may as well end it tonight. Relationships never end or even begin well if those surrounding you don't get along who you are dating... or not-dating-but-sort-of-dating in this case. That's why the pressure feels a bit much at this moment. No, you don't care what they think of you, but also, you kind of do. Because you want things with Seojoon to work.

Seojoon parks at an empty spot on the side of the street, and pats your thigh as he says, “You ready? Or you gonna make a run for it when you get out of the car?”

It’s only meant as a joke, but he really shouldn’t tempt you. He’s lucky he knows how to make you laugh.

“Don’t tempt me.”

He snorts at thatbut holds his hands up in mock surrender. He gets out of the car and opens your door for you as he always does—such a gentlemen. He would have carried the bag of food, too, but you insisted you do it. You want to make sure they know that you came bearing treats, that you made this for them and for Seojoon.

Once you get on the porch, he knocks on the door. You feel those flies in your stomach swirling around, and you wish so badly that you never thought of them as flies, because it makes the feeling a lot more intimidating. Butterflies are much more appealing than flies.

The door swings open, and you see a tall man smiling fondly at Seojoon. His smile is boxy, and you immediately recognize it as the smile Seojoon described as belonging to Taehyung. You love him already.

“Joon, come in. Ooooh and you’ve brought a pretty girl with you too!”

Of course, Taehyung knows who you are. You’re Seojoon's girl. Seojoon wasn’t joking when he said he talks about you often, always bragging about you and maybe exaggerating things a little too much in his excitement.

As you walk in, you say kindly, “Its nice to meet you finally, I’m Y/N.”

Taehyung smiles down at you as Seojoon removes his jacket, “Likewise, I’ve heard so much about you. Joon is fucking whipped for you.”

Seojoon immediately swats Taehyung on the head and gives him a scolding look. You find it funny how he seems to be embarrassed about that comment. Cute, even.

Seojoon isn’t embarrassed, though. He just doesn’t want Taehyung to say too much… doesn’t want him to slip up and call you his girlfriend before he has the chance to do it himself. Then it would be evident that he’s been referring to you as his girlfriend all this time. Can’t have that. Not yet.

“Hey! It’s true, you got hearts in your eyes n’ shit!” Taehyung gestures dramatically to Seojoon's face, and Seojoon rolls his eyes.

“Don’t listen to him, he’s being dramatic.” Seojoon retorts as he moves to take off your jacket for you.

You shake your head and subtly nudge his touch away… because you don’t want to take this jacket off. At the moment it’s like a security blanket. A warm hug in a moment when you’re feeling unsure. Safe. Safe like—

Nope. Not here. Stop.

“Ah, it’s ok, gonna keep it on. Thank you though.”

Seojoon's jaw ticks but he smiles to hide it. Doesn’t like that you didn’t let him act gentlemanly in front of his friend. But he reminds himself that you're an independent girl... even if it irritates him sometimes.

“Joonie! Ah! You’re here!”

You barely have a moment to think when you see a woman rush over to Seojoon like he’s her long-lost lover, wrap her arms around him, and hug him hard.

Oh, you don’t like that. You’ve never really been the jealous-possessive type, those feelings only occur when trust is lacking in a relationship. And as of now, you have no reason not to trust Seojoon...

But something about how comfortable she was being blatantly clingy like that really does not sit well with you.

You smile a bit awkwardly at Taehyung, who looks just as bewildered as you are in the moment, and then you turn to Seojoon and give him a silent look that says who the fuck is this?

Seojoon does look a bit tense as this woman embraces him. He hugs her back awkwardly and gives you an apologetic smile as he pulls away from her.

“Sena, hey, yeah I’m here. Brought my girl with me, too. Sena, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Sena... we work together.”

You smile politely at her as she turns to face you. Her smile looks just as fake as yours does. Sickly sweet, all teeth, but her eyes scream judgment.

It’s odd, though, because she looks so fucking familiar. You rack your brain quickly, trying to figure out where you know her from, but you come up empty. Maybe you’ve seen her when bringing Seojoon lunch or something.

“Nice to meet you Sena.”

She nods at you, reaches out and touches your jacket, which you nearly recoil from. She clearly lacks boundaries. You start to feel a bit more at ease seeing that she’s just a naturally touchy person, no need to read too much into why the fuck she just hugged Seojoon like she loved him.

“Y/N! I’ve heard so much about you, Seojoon talks about you aaaall the time. I love your jacket by the way, did you get it from the thrift?”

Did you... get it... from the thrift?

Now, there’s nothing wrong with thrifting. In fact, you shop at the thrift often. It’s better for the environment, you find unique pieces, and it saves you money. Better than buying fast fashion or blowing money on shit like Gucci that’s overpriced and not as cute as the vintage pieces at the thrift.

But the way she said it... it’s not a compliment. You know damn well you’re not the only who noticed either, because Taehyung is looking at Seojoon like what the fuck, and Seojoon is looking at Sena like shut the fuck up.

What upsets you most is that this jacket is one of your most prized possessions. Will anyone ever know why? No. Absolutely not. But it’s precious to you, and you hate that she just tried to make you feel bad about it.

Regardless, you smile at her and shake your head, because you didn’t come here to cat fight with some woman who doesn’t have a filter or a sense of when to stop.

“Ah, thanks. No I didn’t get it from the thrift, was a treat for myself last autumn.”

You lie easily. You could just as easily tell her that it was a gift from someone near and dear to you, make her feel bad, but you already told Seojoon a long while ago that you bought it for yourself. Can’t get caught in your white lies.

She merely nods at you in response, reaches down to tug on one of the sleeves and you have to fight the urge to fucking backhand her for touching you without your permission again. Who does this bitch think she is?

“Oooh ok. My husband had a similar jacket last year but he threw it in the trash. Cute, though.”

Before you can even take in what she just said or come up with some sort of rebuttal, Seojoon cuts in. He gently wraps his arm around your waist and says, with a bit too chipper of a tone, "Right, well, I wanna introduce you to everyone else, Y/N. The guys are dying to meet you. It was nice seeing you, Sena."

He quickly drags you away from the infuriating woman just like that. Part of you wants to scold him for it, ask him why the fuck he didn’t say something to her or defend you. But you know in the back of your mind that he was most likely avoiding conflict just like you.

Great fucking start. You’ve met one woman, and she’s being a cunt. Surely, the other women here are nicer...

Once you enter the kitchen, he takes the bag of food from you and hands it to one of the guys, whom he introduces as Seokjin. Tall and handsome, looks almost as if he could be Seojoon’s brother, and the man clearly knows he’s good-looking, too. He seems pretty cocky but also very kind.

Seokjin waves you both off and says he’ll set the food out with the other treats so you can get acquainted with the rest of the guys. Seojoon grabs your arm, and although he’s being gentle, you wish he would stop fucking dragging you around. Again, you don't mean to be so sensitive, and you know it is most likely meant as a comforting gesture, but it's making you feel almost like a child.

It’s making you feel tense and a bit trapped... but you say nothing for the time being.

He brings you to the living room, which is very nicely decorated. Simple, but not too much. Taehyung has a good sense of style. Most of the decor is modern, black and white, but there are various pops of color around, and he has some fascinating pieces of art.

The pops of color dim a bit when you realize Sena is also in here. The spot next to her is empty, and she’s staring you down like an owl would stare at a damn kitten wandering around places it shouldn't be.

God, you hope not all of the girls here are like this... wait... where are the other girls? You take a quick look around and realize that you don't see any other woman here.

“Guys, this is Y/N, my girl. Y/N, this is Hoseok, Jimin, and Namjoon.”

Each of them wave at you as Seojoon introduces you, and you give them a polite smile. All of them are handsome guys, you’re realizing. Makes sense that Seojoon would have such attractive friends, considering he himself is attractive. But damn. They’re all so pretty.

Namjoons smile is one of the prettiest, his dimples stand out and his eyes are warm and welcoming. He’s tall like Jin and Seojoon, whereas Jimin is shorter, but looks fucking ethereal. You’re jealous of how plump his lips are, but he looks so damn sweet. And Hoseok literally reminds you of sunshine with the way he beams at you. Flowers love a bit of sunshine. You feel like you’ll get along with all of them great.

“Damn, Seojoon, she’s so pretty. No wonder you won’t shut the fuck up.”

Jimin smiles after he says it, his eyes scrunching into crescent moons as he giggles at Seojoon's disgruntled groan. The other guys join in… and you realize that you don't see any other woman here. The only woman in sight is Sena, which means the men here didn’t actually bring their partners, or they just don’t have one. You feel a bit deceived.

Either way, Seojoon lied, which you don’t like. Sure, you lied about the origin of your jacket, but that’s harmless compared to him lying about who was going to be here just to get you to agree to join him easily.

You don’t want to make any quick assumptions, though . Maybe you just haven’t met them yet. And if he did lie…. You’ll scold him later. But you have a sinking feeling that when he said the guys 'spouses/girlfriends' would be here, he meant only Sena.

“Nice to meet you Y/N, we’re all really glad you’re here. We’ve been wanting to meet you!” Namjoon says with a welcoming smile.

You start to feel a bit bad that you haven’t met them sooner, although you’re aware that Seojoon isn’t really that close to anyone here other than Taehyung. You almost hope that changes, because they all seem so pleasant so far, other than Sena. These are the types of guys you’d ask to hold you drink at the bar.

They all feel safe... similar to- Nope.

“You really are pretty, Y/N, way too pretty for the likes of Seojoon. You remind me of a sunflower!” Hoseok says. He’s only playing, but the fact that he compares you to a flower makes you feel both flattered and… a bit melancholic.

Flowers are reserved from someone else, you think to yourself again for like the third fucking time today. Irritating, flowers are everywhere, and here you are, gatekeeping them for someone who is practically dead to you. But he was being sweet and has no clue that flowers are a sore spot for you. No one does. It's sweet that he thinks of you as a sunflower when you think of him as the sun. You feel like you could easily become best friends with Hoseok.

“Ah, wow, you’re all so sweet. Thank you. I’m really happy to be here too. I appreciate the warm welcoming.”

You feel yourself become a bit shy as Seojoon drags you to one of the couches to sit down. You nearly want to slap him across the damn head when he picks the spot next to Sena, because why the fuck would he do that? Why would he put you in that position? Especially considering when he sits down, he gives you the seat next to hers, which thankfully grants a bit of space between you that you assume is reserved for her husband... but even then, she's too close for comfort. You feel like you're sitting next to a snake.

But you don’t protest because it wouldn’t look good if you immediately shunned the only fucking woman here after being here for barely twenty minutes.

You wonder who her husband is out of all the guys, because they seem far too good for her. Maybe that’s a bit harsh, but nothing about this familiar woman screams kind. She eyes you like a hawk, while in the same breathe smiles brightly at everyone else here.

Maybe she’s a pick-me sort of girl, maybe it’s internalized misogyny, or maybe she just doesn’t like you for no good goddamn reason.

“Are the two grumps still outside smoking? The food's gonna get cold. Also, Y/N, these cookies are like crack. Holy fuck.”

Taehyung breaks you away from your thoughts about the snake sitting next to you as he walks into the living room, two cookies in his hand, cheeks stuffed full, and chocolate on his bottom lip. He really does remind you of a big kid, just as Seojoon described, and it’s flattering that he likes your cookies. It’s kind of a relief, even, considering Seojoon seemed not to be a fan of them earlier. At least someone likes them.

“I’m so glad you like—“

“I know right? My girlfriend is the best cook.”

“There they are, get your grumpy asses back inside we have food to eat.”

So much happens at once that you can't focus. You’re stunned in silence because of the way Seojoon just so casually called you his girlfriend, and no one even batted an eye. They accepted it as if this wasn't new information to them.

It’s one thing to refer to you as his girl because you refer to him as your man. But he knows how you feel about the label, and he knows damn well you would tell him when you’re ready to add it. Seojoon knows that you aren't ready. And instead of respecting that, he took it upon himself to announce your apparent relationship, meanwhile none of his friends congratulated him or even really reacted to it... which means this isn't the first time he has called you his girlfriend against your wishes.

You’re so caught up in this that you don’t notice the tiny sliver of space dip beside you. You don’t realize someone is pressed against your other side on the cramped couch. You don’t smell the familiar scent of baby powder and fresh linen. You don’t hear Namjoon as he introduces you to the body next to you.

Because you feel betrayed in some way. You question if you’re being dramatic, but you don’t like that he abruptly forced this label on you. You know it may be irrational, he has a damn key to your apartment, but it's not like there's no reason you are hesitant to fully commit. He doesn't know exactly why, but he has known from the start that you wanted to take things slow and go at your own pace. He just took that from you. It's even worse because it’s the first time you’ve met his friends. It puts you in an incredibly uncomfortable position because if you deny it, you make both of you look bad.

There were signs, though... Such as how he kept bringing it up last night and his little hint in the note he left this morning. You just never expected Seojoon would so blatantly cross a boundary like this.

You tune back in when you see Namjoon gesturing to the man sitting on the couch across from you, “and this is Yoongi, he’s quiet and looks kinda grumpy, but he’s just shy. He’s really sweet.”

The man who’s apparently named Yoongi flips Namjoon off and then nods at you, “Hey." He says simply.

You try to bring yourself down from your oversensitive feelings because you don’t want anyone to think you’re being rude. But god, you’re still reeling because of Seojoon. It doesn’t help that he has his fucking hand on your thigh, either. You have been having such a hard time controlling your emotions today, and none of this is helping.

You smile at Yoongi but say nothing, because he’s already talking to Taehyung. You don’t take offense to it, in fact you’d thank him for letting you off easily if you could, because right now you don’t think you could speak with a stable voice.

Seojoon can tell you’re upset, but he acts oblivious. Because he knows damn well what he did and he knows the reason for it was wrong… He was jealous. In fact, he was jealous from he moment you both walked in and everyone was commenting on how pretty you were. He knows they were just being kind, but something about Taehyung commenting on how good those cookies were set him off heavily. Made him feel the need to be clear about what you were to him. They all know you as his girlfriend anyway, but he isn't close to everyone here... he needed them to know that he does have a claim on you, even if you don't know it yourself.

And he knows you aren’t an object to claim, but he’s only a man…

“Nice jacket. Your boyfriend get it for you?”

For fucks sake, what is it with people and this jacket tonight? And now they're calling him your boyfriend. Not fucking helping.

You come out of your silent fit and realize that someone is sitting next to you, sandwiched between you and Sena, which must mean this is her husband. And just like her, his tone is almost insulting. What the hell do they have against this precious piece of clothing? Are they Calvin Klein haters?

You’re debating whether or not to pop off at whoever this man is, but his voice makes chills run up and down your spine. Sounds... familiar. Eerily familiar.

You turn to face him, wanting to get a look at him before you say something passive-aggressive because maybe he isn't trying to be rude, but is just gruff. You also want to know why his voice sounds so familiar, why he smells so familiar, and why the flies in your stomach just multiplied by ten and something is telling you, 'Don't fucking look, Y/N.'

And the moment you look at him, you understand. You wish so badly that you could run the fuck away.

There’s no way this is happening to you right now. There is no fucking way that whoever controls fate and karma hates you this much.

It is impossible for this man to be sitting next to you right now.

Jeon Jungkook stares right at you, and it's as of time stops. His eyes aren’t as kind as you remember them, but his pupils are blown to absolute shit as he stares at you, and his nostrils are flaring with each breathe he takes.

You blink rapidly, because surely you’re hallucinating. Maybe you finally did have your psychotic break. Maybe you’re bat-shit-fucking-crazy and now you’re seeing things that aren’t really there. You almost hope that you are currently going insane.

But no. You feel his warmth, and you finally realize why you recognized his voice and that smell that is so unique to him, and why Sena seemed so familiar in the beginning.

Because Sena is the woman that you’ve been stalking on Instagram periodically to get tiny glimpses of your flower. Sena is the fence that surrounded him all that time, the cage, much like her nails are possessively curled around his bicep right now, keeping him under lock. Sena is the reason that you had to watch your flower be ripped out of your shared soil and taken away from you. So many months ago, but as you stare at him, it's as if the wound is fresh and you never fucking grieved him.

Sena is his fucking wife.

You don’t know which is more earth shattering; the fact that he is sitting in front of you right now, or the fact that he’s married to this witch.

How the fuck didn’t you recognize her sooner?

You don’t know what to do. And oh, it is so fucking ironic how he is sandwiched between you and Sena, and you are sandwiched between him and Seojoon. Such a fucking tragedy.

You may as well jump off a cliff... or play dead. Act like a fucking opossum to get out of this situation. You don’t know if you want to cry or laugh at the irony of it all, at the fact that for months you worked on getting over this man, only for him to end up right fucking beside you in your not-boyfriends group of friends.

Right when you thought shit was getting better.

Or was it? Because you had that nightmare last night. You’ve felt anxiety ridden all day. Every little thing was reminding you of him out of nowhere after months of slowly letting go.

The signs were there, and maybe the universe was trying to tell you. Anxiety over intuition is bullshit, clearly… you didn't listen. Always trust your gut.

“I asked you a question. Did. Your. Boyfriend. Get. You. That jacket?”

Torn away from your thoughts once more, you nearly flinch at his tone of voice. He sounds so fucking…. Mean. And he knows damn well your ‘boyfriend’ didn’t get you this jacket. It’s his fucking jacket. So why is he doing this?

“No, she got it from the thrift. Looks like the one you trashed doesn’t it?”

Wrong fucking time for her to open her stupid fucking mouth.

You feel like you are going to freak out. You are so overwhelmed that you can't even say anything.

Jungkook wants so badly to smirk at this. Because he knows you didn’t get it from the thrift and he knows he never threw that jacket out. Little does Sena know, the jacket he allegedly threw in the trash is the exact one on your body right now.

“Stop being so grumpy.” She scolds him, and has the fucking nerve to take the palm of her hand and push on his head like some fucking dog trying to steal someone’s food.

He doesn’t even react. That’s what’s most devastating of everything that has transpired so far, you think. Out of all that has happened in the last few minutes, this is what bothers you the most. She just subtly degraded him, which may not seem as harsh as you think, but the way his jaw ticked when she did it showed that it wasn't playful. He's used to it, which means she does shit like that often.

Which also means he can’t possibly be as happy as he looks in those pretty pictures on her Instagram.

All this time, he hasn’t been as ok as you thought. You don’t even need him to tell you; you see it in his eyes. Pupils are still dilated to shit as his eyes stay on you, but his eyes express nothing other than bitterness, loneliness, and a sort of longing only he ever looked at you with.

Fuck. You can’t breathe.

No one else seems to notice the tension between you both, or that he’s staring at you as if he’s a starving man looking at a meal being consumed by someone else. Seojoon is talking to Taehyung about something, and the guys around you are joining in, everyone is oblivious to the loud silence stretching between you and Jungkook.

The only one privy to the tension is Yoongi, as quiet as a mouse and as observant as a cat. But you don’t see it. You don’t see anything other than a dead flower taunting you the same way it does in your dreams.

It’s funny because Jungkook can see the turmoil written on your face. Even after all this time, he knows your tells so fucking well. The way your eyes continuously flutter when you blink, the way you’re picking at your nails and bouncing your leg, and the way your eyes won't hold his. He knows you’re fucked right now… and he almost feels satisfaction in it.

Because unlike you, he didn’t move on. After he left, he was a fucking mess. That first month without you was hell, and he was alone throughout it all. His wife was gone, her business trip was conveniently extended another two weeks, so he was able to blubber like a baby and break shit in fits of emotion without anyone noticing. He drank like an alcoholic to try and numb the feeling of complete despair that came with you being gone. What really tore him up, but also pushed him, was when you blocked his number.

What he didn't expect was silence. So when he woke up and re-read what he sent, he sent another apology... because no matter how badly he wished you would extend an olive branch of some sort, he would never want to make you uncomfortable. So he sat there and typed a very lengthy apology for disrespecting your wishes and ever putting you in this situation to begin with. Once he sent it, he sat there and waited for it to deliver… only for the message to turn green. Because you fucking blocked him.

He knows this was the right thing for you to do. You did not owe him anything, and you needed to move on. But god, the fact that you took away his only point of connection that he still had to you, it made him feel so out of control, so fucking bitter and sad inside.

He tried to take this as sign to do better, to move on himself. Because as you have both acknowledged many times before, he wasn’t yours. His heart still very much belonged to you, but he could never fully give himself to you. He was married to Sena. He needed to move on, too.

Your words rang in his head for days, 'love your wife more,' and he wanted to. Despite Sena being insufferable at times, she was still his wife, and he aided in pushing her away. She deserved better and he made a commitment to her for life. He needed to fucking try.

And so he did. For weeks he debated on confessing to her, coming clean. But every time he tried, she wouldn't give him a chance.

"Sena, please we really need to talk."

"About what?"

"About us. Need to get some shit off of my chest... please."

"Ugh, Jungkook, no we don't. We're fine."

That's how it went every time. He would try, and she wouldn't let him. So eventually, he decided to just keep it to himself and silently vow that he would do right by her. He would repent for his sins, cleanse himself with holy water made from his sorrowful tears cried silently at night, and he would make this right.

He wanted so fucking badly to make this right. He didn't want to be a stray dog anymore. You gave him up to the pound, and he was returned to his rightful owner. He wanted to be a loyal and loving companion to his wife. Not a stray fucking dog like he had been long before you came and stole him away from home.

He went out of his way to make her life more pleasurable and easier. Every morning, he woke up and made her breakfast, and every night even when he was tired from taking photos all day, he would make her a home cooked dinner. Did she always want it? No. She complained about it sometimes, claimed she'd rather takeout. And even though it stung, he would get her whatever takeout she wanted.

He continuously bought her things. Flowers, jewelry, sweets that were freshly baked at fancy cafes he knew she liked, new and expensive designer clothing he noticed her eyeing, anything she wanted, he would get for her. Anything he thought she would like, he would buy for her.

Along with the obscene amount of gifts he got her, he had been taking her out more. Fancy restaurants that served small and overpriced portions, but the experience was apparently worth it because of the celebrities who often frequented places like these. He took her to Coachella in LA which was incredibly last second, he dropped way too much money on that damn trip, but he knew she wanted to go and he was going to make it happen. He recreated their honeymoon on their anniversary, took her to Japan just like he did the night that they got married, tried to make it as extravagant and sentimental as he possibly could.

He never questioned her when she would disappear on work trips with barely any notice. He would go along with it, wish her a safe flight, and put his full trust in her despite the fact that he knew she was never really going where she said she was. He cheated, after all. He doesn't have the right to question her loyalty when he was the one who was disloyal. Like you, he’s good at denying things that are obvious. He tried his best to deny the fact that every time she came home from these trips, she was glowing and didn’t smell like herself.

He became more affectionate, kissed her every morning and every night, snuggled her in bed, told her how pretty she is and how much he loved her. He did his fucking best to fall back in love with her and show her that he was trying.

And to anyone else on the outside looking in, they would appear as the perfect married couple. He would appear as the perfect husband who showers his wife with love, kisses the ground she walks on, and supports her demanding career. She would appear as the trophy wife that any man would kill to have. They seemed perfect when she posted her little pictures on Instagram, or when she made rare appearances to gatherings with their friends.

But behind closed doors, it was never enough, and no matter how fucking hard he tried, he remained a stray dog. Instead of being welcome back inside once he came back home to her, he was chained to a fence and kept at arms length. He was fed crumbs of reassurance and half assed affection that was only ever given when she saw that he was unhappy. But Sena didn’t want a stray dog.

She didn't smile at his cooking the same way she did at takeout. When he bought her flowers, he would often find them in the trash. When he bought her clothing or jewelry, he never saw her wear it. When he got her sweets or coffee from her favorite cafes, she would complain that they weren't right. When he took her to fancy dinner dates, she barely paid attention to him or engaged in conversation with him. When they went on little vacations, she would get bored of him after the first day there. And when he tried to kiss or touch, she would brush him off like he was gross.

She still refused to fuck him, even when he would give her hints. This was the most challenging thing. For Jungkook, sex isn't possible unless feelings are involved. So he had to work himself up to even try to be intimate with her. It was bad enough that the thought of touching someone else, even himself, made him fucking sick after you were gone. So when he did finally manage to get a boner one night when he was a bit tipsy and trying to snuggle her in bed, he tried to reignite that flame between them.

Only for her to tell him that the she was on her period… which was a blatant lie. Jungkook knows this because Sena has an IUD that lasts up to 8 years and stopped her periods completely. She hasn’t purchased feminine products such as tampons or pads or even period panties in years. She got the IUD a few months after they married. She wasn’t on her period, she just didn’t fucking want him.

That was the day that he accepted defeat.

She fell out of love with him, it was clear. And there was nothing that he could do to make her love him again. No amount of money or pretty things or fun trips would make her want him again. And he couldn't even show her with his body either, because she wouldn't allow him.

He wanted to blame everyone. Her, you, him, god, satan, the fucking universe itself. He resented her for it, she made him feel so small and unlovable. And if he had never met you, he wouldn't have been tempted, so maybe he could have saved them sooner. And as for god and the devil, well, real or not, he’s blaming them anyway.

Most of all, he blamed himself. It’s always been him. He feels like he could have done so many things differently to keep her love. He should have never pulled away and became distant when she told him she didn’t want kids, he should have talked to her about it. He should have worked it out with her. He knows in the back of his mind that it isn’t fully his fault, it takes two to communicate and keep a healthy relationship… but when he’s alone, it is so fucking easy to take the blame for it all.

He accepted it, because he was tired. A man can only take so much rejection from his own fucking wife before just saying fuck it. And it wasn't like he could talk to her about it, because she wouldn't let him.

He knew there must be someone else, so it was only a matter of time before she left him. He wasn't going to leave her, because he had nothing to lose, did he? He already lost you, he lost himself, and he lost the woman he swore he would spend forever with. He may as well suffer and take his rightful punishment.

She wasn't a monster, and he still cared for her very much. He was not innocent in all of this, he pushed her away, too. A relationship consists of two people, and he quit communicating with her at some point, just as she did with him. He lied and deceived her, so no matter how cold she had become, or what wrong she did, he was in the wrong, too. Two wrongs never make a right.

So, he went back into the doghouse. He stopped whining and howling for her to let him in. He stopped scratching at the door and staring at her with pleading eyes. As the seasons changed and time passed, he stayed in that doghouse in the cold. He stared at the space that two flowers once bloomed together, and the emptiness of it made it so fucking obvious that you were the light that he was missing the most. Without you, there were no stars in the sky, the sun was dull, the moon was invisible, and the flowers never fucking bloomed again.

And every goddamn night he thought of you more and more. Oh, how he wished you would come and rescue him again, because if you did, he would do anything for you. He would leave her, he would give you all his money, he would jump off a damn cliff. He would so much rather be in the doghouse in your metaphorical backyard than this cold and lonely doghouse that is called home. Anything for you. Always fucking you.

When he finally relented in trying to repent for his sins, he started dreaming of you. It was as if his acceptance of you being gone brought relief and turmoil all at once. Relief, because he could finally think of you again without feeling quite so guilty... turmoil because he was thinking of you again.

His dreams weren’t metaphorical like yours, they were always very realistic. Some of them were good, and he found that on nights that he dreamed of you both living happily ever after together, the day following was a little brighter.

But the nightmares made him volatile. The nightmares were always similar. He would run into you somewhere out in the wild, you’d catch up, and then a faceless man would appear and introduce himself as your boyfriend. He couldn’t fucking stand that. He didn’t know who the faceless man was, and every time he tried to run after you, beg you to choose him instead, he couldn’t move. He would stay frozen as he watched you walk away from him again and again, but this time you were happier, you were doing so fucking good without him.

Tonight, he swears he is living this nightmare. When he walked in after smoking, and he saw you, and the heard fucking Seojoon refer to you as his girlfriend? He wanted to punch something just to make sure this wasn’t a nightmare.

You both are very similar, always have been in many ways. Because he also stalked your Instagram. He probably did it way too much. He never made a move to message you or even follow you, he respected the fact that you were stern in your decision, but he lurked. He waited and waited for you to post something new because he was dying to know how you were doing.

And occasionally, you would post. Little cryptic captions that he couldn’t decipher even though he thought about them for hours, tried to find out if they had a hidden meaning like morse code. Pictures that didn’t show your full face, so he couldn’t figure out if you were happy or dying inside like he was; there was never anything that gave away how you were doing.

Until one day, you posted a photo of you and a man. And it was like his nightmares started coming true.

No caption, just a stupid fucking red heart emoji. It was a selfie of you smiling next to Seojoon at some café and he looked at you like you held the fucking stars. And then you posted more, and more, and more, as if you were taunting him on purpose. Some candid photos of Seojoon, some more silly little selfies of you two together, but what really fucked with his head was when you posted a photo you took of a Polaroid picture sitting on your bed, a picture of Seojoon and his dog that is apparently named Simba. You captioned it ‘My babies!!!’

The Polaroid camera he left for you, no doubt. That posts mere existence nearly sent him on a goddamn rampage.

The most comical part of it all is he knew exactly who Seojoon was. Not only did Sena work with the fucker, but he was Taehyung’s friend. He was never close with Seojoon, had met him a few times on nights out when Taehyung invited Seojoon to join, and he heard vague stories involving him when Sena would ramble about work. He never particularly liked him but didn’t hate him either. They just weren’t similar enough to be pals.  

He fucking hates him now.

He knew when he saw you with Seojoon, that someday, he would have to face you together. Because Taehyung is one of Jungkook’s closest friends, and Taehyung is also close with Seojoon. They worked together on a few projects, Taehyung works in marketing at an art gallery, so they often swapped ideas and collaborated on marketing ideas. Taehyung also often invited Seojoon to their bar outings and get togethers. It was only a matter of time before Seojoon brought you with him.

He was well aware of the connection. And he was fucking anticipating this day.

See, he wasn’t even going to come tonight. He planned on getting drunk and falling asleep alone like he has done many nights now. But then Taehyung told him some of the people that would be here, which included Seojoon and ‘his new girl.’ His new girl, aka Jungkook’s girl, he still stubbornly thinks. And oh, like the stray dog he is, he started fucking panting at the thought of being near you again.

So, he agreed. What he didn’t fucking agree on was Sena showing up. He rarely brings her out with him, because she’s not interested in spending time with him anymore anyway. But for some fucking reason, she insisted on joining tonight.

That didn’t sit well with him. Something was very off about it. But he couldn’t say no, he wouldn’t say no, because despite how cold she is, he won’t cast her out like she’s cast him out. Not until she forces him to. And if he is being one hundred percent honest, he doesn’t give a fuck why Sena was so persistent on coming tonight. Whatever she’s doing, he doesn’t care anymore. He’s beyond the point of caring. He has his sight fucking set on you.

He has been buzzing all fucking night knowing he would see you again. He’s been in a foul mood, everyone noticed too. He refused to say why, just blamed it on being tired from work. But in reality, it was because he was going to see you again, and he was going to see you with another man.

Hell on earth, he feels this is far worse than you leaving him… but he’s a masochist, he thinks. He was dreading it while simultaneously buzzing with excitement. He felt a rush at imagining seeing you for the first time in half a year with another mans arm around you.

He won’t admit it, but knowing he would see you again kept him going. It was only a matter of time, and he had all the time in the world to wait, even if it was for a single moment and you refused to ever see him again after that. And honestly, he knew damn well all bets would he off. He knew the moment he saw you, he wouldn’t fucking stop. He wouldn’t let you go again. He doesn’t give a fuck if you’re with Seojoon now… he needs you. In any fucking way you’ll allow it. Whether it’s a friend, or an enemy, or a stray fucking dog that circles your apartment until you finally let him inside. Jungkook has always been stubborn, but he has never been as stubborn as he is when it comes to you.

He’s a stray dog, after all. Starved of love and affection that you once provided so freely. Having the knowledge that at some point you’d cross paths again was like waving a fucking steak in his face. He drooled when he thought about it.

He didn’t expect to walk in and the first thing he hears when he sees you is Seojoon referring to you as his girlfriend. And he didn’t expect to feel so fucking resentful towards you for looking like you were ok. You definitely seemed tense, and he had a good idea as to why, but you weren’t falling apart. You were just fine. Was it truly so easy for you to move on?

There you were, sitting on the couch with another man’s arm around you while wearing his fucking jacket and chain he gave you the last time you saw each other. He fucking hates it. It feels like the ultimate betrayal, and although he knows he is so out of line for thinking this way, he just can’t help it. You wanted to move on, you have every right to, you both agreed this is what you needed.

But he’s a stray dog. And this is equivalent to seeing his previous owner loving on a dog who never knew what it was like to be a stray.

He has always been selfish when it comes to you. He knows his feelings are so fucking hypocritical, because you aren’t the only one who showed up wearing things that didn’t belong to you while with someone else, he did the same exact thing; he’s wearing the star pimple patches he stole from you that last night together. He doesn’t even have any pimples, he just likes them, and he doesn’t give a fuck if Sena scolded him for it. He wore them knowing damn well you would both be here tonight with other people, because he wanted you to notice him. He wanted you to remember.

He's so selfish for his train of thought and he knows it. He won’t even deny it… but he had been suffering this entire time, even when trying to do the right thing, yet here you are, sitting in front of him, and you looked totally fine… up until you saw him.

When you saw him, you looked like you saw a ghost. Because you fucking did see a ghost. He may have been aware of what was happening tonight, but the last thing you expected was seeing him here, too.

But even with the bitterness and resentment he’s irrationally feeling, even with the volatile thoughts going through his head, he still can’t stand to see you sitting there looking as if you wish he was someone else. Fuck, he’d do anything to just wrap you in his arms and cradle you and kiss your forehead and whisper sweet everything’s in your ear.

To fucking have you again.

But he can’t do that. And he can’t stand to see you look at him as if you wish he weren’t here right now.

Which is exactly how you’re looking at him. Because you wish so badly that he was not here right now.

“Calvin Klein is a great brand, I’m wearing them too. You have good taste.”

He winks at you, lifts his shirt a bit to reveal the waistband of his fucking underwear, which just so happens to be the pair you used to favor. They’re a light purple color, which makes his honey skin look fucking divine, and they’ve always been snug on him. The tiny flash of color brings memories back quickly, memories of you tugging on them with your teeth and trying to suck him off through the fabric. Fuck. You are so fucked.

He does this as if it’s the most casual thing in the world. Just two people who are meeting for the first time, conversing over a brand of clothing and underwear they both enjoy. He totally didn’t wear these on purpose knowing you’d be here tonight. He totally didn’t premeditate wearing this pair of underwear, or the pimple patches, or being here at-fucking-all.

It’s all too much for you. You can barely even take in the way his hair got so much fucking longer, or the fact that he looks bulkier which means he has been going to the gym more, or the fact that he smells the exact same and reminds you of fucking home. You’re having a very hard time keeping your composure right now, and it feels as if the room is closing in on you.

It’ll keep closing until you and Jungkook are smooshed together, and there will be no denying the fact that you never truly got over him like you convinced yourself, you just buried all the bad feelings.

This is what happens when you deny yourself the truth. You’re fine for a long time, until one day, something little or big can cause it all to come bubbling to the surface, and you can no longer deny it.

That is what’s happening. And you need some fucking air before you suffocate.

“I left my purse in the car. I’ll be right back.”

You don’t even look at anyone as you swiftly make your way outside. Everyone remains oblivious, and if you had any coherent thoughts right now you would probably be concerned about the fact that Seojoon didn’t even blink at the way your voice shook when speaking.

“Actually, babe that reminds me, can you go get my purse too? I left it in the backseat.”

Oh, this just keeps getting better and better. Maybe God doesn’t hate Jungkook after all, because what a perfect fucking excuse to get you alone without anyone batting an eye.

“Yeah, I’ll be right back.”

You’re out the door before you can hear any of this. And if you did hear it, you just might steal Seojoon’s car and drive until the gas runs out, far, far away from here. But you have no idea that he’s trailing you right now, because where Jungkook may be gods favorite, god still definitely has it out for you.

You finally make it to Seojoon’s car, which is parked across the street on the curb. You place your palms on the window in hopes that the coolness will help calm your body because it feels like your blood is hot fucking lava right now.

You take deep breaths. Try to calm down the consistent zapping feeling and flies swarming your stomach that seem desperate to escape out of your mouth in the form of vomit.

You don’t like the fact that even though you felt dread when seeing Jungkook, for a single moment, the flies turned into butterflies again.

You don’t like the very sinful thoughts going through your head knowing that you now have access to him again.

Temptation is no joke, and you’re starting to question everything about the way you coped. Seeing him again surely would have fucked you up, it’s equivalent to seeing an ex who broke your heart, any other person would have probably been a bit shaken up… but this is so much worse. Because it isn’t just a passing glance or brief run in. Jungkook is Taehyung’s friend, who is also Seojoon’s friend. Jungkook is married to Sena, which is Seojoon’s coworker. They’re all fucking connected.

It is both thrilling and devastating.

“How cute that you showed up wearing my jacket while some other man’s hands are all fucking over you… does he know it’s mine?”

He doesn’t touch you, but he’s there. You feel his body heat behind you, and his palms come to rest right next to yours on the window. He has you boxed in, nowhere to fucking hide.

The lyrics from earlier come to mind, the lyrics that were very easy to ignore when Seojoon was terribly singing them:

‘But now there's nowhere to hide,

Since you pushed my love aside,

I'm out of my head,

Hopelessly devoted to you.’

Oh, how fucking fitting.

You don’t know why he’s doing this. He’s being kind of… argumentative. Unfair. Fucking childish, really. He’s never acted like this before… then again, time has passed, and feelings have obviously festered. Maybe he hates your guts now, because he clearly feels bitter about things ending.

You should push him away now. You should immediately set boundaries and tell him sternly that this isn’t ok, and he needs to keep his distance.

But you’ve only ever been so fucking weak for this man, and considering instead of pushing him away, you turn around to face him? You’re still very clearly too weak to be trusted around him.

The moonlight bounces off his face, and for the first time since encountering him tonight, you see light flicker in his eyes just like it used to. They aren’t as dark despite his pupils being blown still, but those little stars that you once loved so fucking much are glittering.

“Fuck.”

He has no idea what comes over him. But the moment you turn around, he expects you to do exactly as you should and push him away, scold him for being so irrational and impulsive and borderline disrespectful. But you don’t. Instead, your eyes mimic his, they fucking glitter and reflect the stars in his own. Asters dancing around in your eyes just like they used to.

That fucks him completely, to actually see that although you seem ok, you haven’t fully moved on like it appeared you had.

You both thought you each moved on, all because of some silly little Instagram posts that neither of you were meant to see to begin with. Nothing is as it seems, is it?

All an illusion.

He grabs your face, it’s so fucking impulsive and he knows it, but he loses control. He’s never been good at controlling himself around you, not unless you tell him no.

But you don’t tell him no. You don’t recoil and tell him to fuck off like you should. You let him.

Stupid girl.

He leans in, but doesn’t quite kiss you. He places his lips so close to yours that they brush together. You are fucking tense, it feels as if your bones could snap at how taught your body is, but you still don’t push him away. You need to, because what if someone walks out and sees? How the fuck would you explain that the man everyone assumes you just met is this close and touching you as if he’s fucking in love with you?

The secret would be out then. Oh fuck, what a mess that would be.

But all those thoughts fly out of the fucking window when he closes the distance. It’s soft, he doesn’t move his lips, he just lets them linger on yours. Both of you are fucking shaking like addicts who just got their first hit of their favored drug after being deprived.

You let out the smallest huff of air, and that’s all it takes for Jungkook to snap. He groans and begins kissing you ravenously. Tongue and teeth, love and hate, his hands leave your face and start wandering your body as if he’s mapping it out all over again. The stray dog finally got the fucking bone.

You kiss him back instinctively. Not much thought goes into it, it’s like your body just automatically responds after being deprived from him for so long. Your tongue tangles with his almost as if they’re fighting, your hands explore his body just as thoroughly as his does yours.

It’s like two planets colliding. Fucking chaos. It shouldn’t be happening, but it is, and neither of you are strong enough to stop it. The big-fucking-bang. The end and the beginning of the world all over again.

He grabs you by the waist and hoists you up, maneuvers your legs so that they’re wrapped around his waist and pins you to the car. Seojoon’s fucking car, by the way. He has no intention of going beyond kissing, because he knows there are lines that he won’t cross again unless you say so. Especially not so soon.

But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try to get as close as possible to you and bury himself inside of your very soul all over again. The thoughts going through his head are borderline crazy; he’s thinking shit like he wishes he could just crawl inside of you and live there; he wishes you really would treat him like a stray dog, buy him a fucking collar with your name on it, and take him home to keep him forever. Fuck, he would wear it, too. He would eat food off of the floor and lick your fucking feet if you said he could come home with you one last time.

You have no regard for your surroundings for a few moments, or even the fact that if you stay out here for too long people might question why you’re both out here longer than necessary. All you can focus on is how he tastes… how he tastes and feels like home. How for the first time in months, your arousal is bordering on painful just from his hands touching you. You never get like this with Seojoon, and you’re sure you’ll feel guilty for that later.

This is so fucking wrong in so many more ways than it ever was before, but somehow feels so right.

When he left, both of your flowers died. You haven’t bloomed since, and neither has he. You’ve both been dormant as the seasons change. You’ve to get on with your lives… but in this very moment, the seeds are replanted as if it’s inevitable. Spring flowers are dead, but autumn flowers are blooming.

Neither of you will ever be the same for each other again, but this alone is proof that no matter what season it is or how long apart you are… you will always fucking reignite the life in each other.

You’re both lucky, too, because Seojoon and Sena remain oblivious inside. Neither have even noticed that you’re gone, they’ve already helped themselves to some food and are chatting about work.

You know you need to get back inside soon regardless of who has or hasn’t noticed, because eventually someone will come looking. You can’t ravish each other like animals out here, not like this. But just a little bit longer…

“Fuck Y/N I’ve missed you so fucking much.” It comes out as a groan, but he sounds so fucking needy that you feel like you could faint. The way his voice cracks makes you groan back at him. He’s going to kill you acting like this. What a way to die.

Fuck. You need to stop before you go too far. You aren’t sure that you can control yourself.

So with shaky hands, you push him away, nearly fall as your knees wobble when he lets you out of his grip. You’re panting, your lips feel electric, and they taste so potently like him. You point a finger at him and say weakly, “N-no. No. Stop.”

It almost sounds as if you’re scolding a dog… which is ironic considering the canine-poetry he often compares himself to. And of course he stops, but he wonders what the sudden change was. He’s being stupid as fuck, this entire situation he put you both in is stupid, which is fitting because he feels fucking dumb in love all over again.

“Why? Did I hurt you?” He asks dumbly as he wipes his mouth, his fingers are twitching with need to touch you again, but he refrains for now because you said stop. He may be a stray, but he does as he’s told…

Oh, how fucking Jungkook of him to immediately wonder if he hurt you. Because no matter how selfish he is, he will always worry about hurting you, he will never fucking forgive himself for hurting you.

You breathe out a laugh that isn’t out of humor, but out of irony. He’s worried about hurting you, as if that’s the worst thing that could happen here tonight… when you both came here with your fucking partners.

“No, fuck. Jungkook, your fucking wife is inside, and so is my boyfriend. This is wrong. Can’t do this again”

You hate that even with Jungkook, you now feel pressured to call Seojoon your boyfriend. It makes you cringe that he pushed that label on you, and your current confusing feelings do not help at all. Jungkook notices you cringe, too.

He doesn’t like that.

He mimics your laugh, runs a hand through his long hair and shakes his head. He averts his eyes now because he simply can’t stand to look at you. Not when you just called Seojoon your boyfriend when you so obviously don’t see him as such.

He feels himself start to get pissed. He knows he shouldn’t be getting angry right now, has no reason or right to. You’re doing what you’re supposed to do; moving on… but now you’re in front of him again.

And he wants to make it fucking impossible for you to move on.

“Yeah? Your boyfriend, huh? So you’re a liar now too?”

You flinch, your back is pressed against the cool car as you stare at him in shock. Yeah, he’s pissed. Which is making you feel both irritated and a bit intimidated, because his mood switched so quickly. One moment he's devouring you, the next he’s accusing you of being a liar.

You both are so great at moving on! Fucking bullshit.

“What? No, he is my—”

“Does he kiss you like I do?”

He takes a step closer.

Fuck. Please don’t.

“Don’t—”

“Does he touch you like I do?”

Another step closer.

“Does he fuck you like I do?”

And now you’re pinned to the car again. He isn’t touching, because you told him not to. But his body is nearly brushing against yours as he looks down at you. You have no idea what the fuck to say.

“Does he love you like I do? Would he ever fucking be able to love you like I did and still do to this day, Y/N?”

You can’t take it. Fuck. The one thing you never did was compare Seojoon to Jungkook. You may have thought about Jungkook, you may have had lingering feelings for him, but you never once compared Seojoon to him because that would be so fucking unfair. Not only would it be unfair, but you know that if you did compare him, you would never be satisfied.

You never even thought to compare Seojoon to Jungkook until now, because there is no comparison. No one could possibly measure up to Jungkook.

But now, he’s planted those thoughts in your mind like fucking weeds. No, Seojoon doesn’t kiss you like Jungkook does, he doesn’t even seem to enjoy kissing. No, Seojoon doesn’t touch you like Jungkook does, he refuses to leave marks made of love and passion because he thinks it’s tacky. No, Seojoon doesn’t fuck you like Jungkook does, he likes to stick to the same few positions and prefers you on top. And no, Seojoon doesn’t love you like Jungkook ever did, Seojoon doesn’t love you at all.

Fuck Jungkook for putting these thoughts in your head.

You’re pissed at this point. Pissed at him for crossing the line and trying to sabotage shit, pissed at yourself for allowing him to kiss and touch and fill your head with thoughts on how Seojoon is only a tree whereas Jungkook is an exotic fucking flower.

You push at his chest again and grit out, “Fucking stop, I am done.”

You told him to stop, so he should. But he already started… and he isn’t sure he can stop now, not when you are right in front of him, and your face says it all; Seojoon will never be Jungkook.

Jungkook doesn’t budge when you push him, he stays in place like a fucking boulder. Has definitely been visiting the gym more.

“Yeah? You think we’re done? We’re not done.”

He leans down until he is nose to nose with you, his breath washing over your face, hot and heavy.

“I said we’re. not. done. Understand?”

You fucking hate yourself in this moment. Because Jungkook has done a lot of little things in the past that make you go crazy, a single fucking look could make you drop to your knees and do anything he wants. But this? This turns you on in a way you have never experienced before.

It drives you crazy with anger, longing, and fucking passion for him. He’s crossing a line right now, pushing you in ways that are so fucking wrong considering you both have people waiting for you inside. He’s still married, and you technically have a boyfriend now. So you should tell him how full of shit he is for trying to tell you you’re not done. He can’t make decisions for you.

He knows this, too. But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t push you to give into him again in some fucking way. He won’t let you go so easily this time.

But the way he says it… it’s as if he has never been more certain of anything in his life. Because he hasn’t. He is so serious when he says he’s not done. Neither of you are. He will make damn sure of it after the taste he had tonight.

You shouldn’t have planted that fucking seed.

The worst part is that you believe him. You know that look in his eyes, its determination. He won’t fucking stop until you tell him to never come near you again.

You don’t know if you can do that a second time.

You're about to scold him and tell him to back off, but you hear a whistle come from the house.

“Yo, Kook, come help me grill this pork belly.”

Yoongi stares at Jungkook’s back with an emotionless expression, there’s no mistaking how close he is to you right now and it has you so fucking on edge, because Yoongi sees it. What if he fucking tells someone?

This is the exact reason why you shouldn’t be sneaking around. Holy fuck.

It shouldn’t feel this good to sneak around with him again, especially when the stakes are even higher.

“Coming, was just helping Y/N with her purse.”

He stares you down as if to silently say ‘I am so fucking serious.’ And even though he looks borderline angry, there is no mistaking the devastating amount of love he still holds for you. Even when feeling jealous and angry and resentful, his eyes are still glittering when looking at you. It’s as if you’ve siphoned the life back into him.

He childishly pinches your waist, which causes you to squeak, and then he walks away, heading back towards the porch of the house where Yoongi lingers waiting for him.

You watch him the entire time, not sure what the fuck you’re doing or are going to do after this.

It really doesn’t help that before closing the door, Yoongi gives you a look as if to say, ‘I know your secret.’

Fuck, you are in so much trouble. What the fuck are you doing?

One thing is abundantly clear, though; this is either the start of something catastrophic, or it is the last time you will ever see each other again.

You just aren’t sure which one yet.

Yes you are.

You swiftly grab your purse from Seojoon’s car and reapply your lip tint in the mirror. You need to get back inside because now is not the time to start freaking out. People are waiting for you inside, one of which is a man that probably would never expect you to be out here kissing one of his ‘friends’ like a horny fucking teenager.

You have so much fucking thinking to do, but for now, you must pretend once again. You hope so fucking much that Jungkook behaves for the remainder of the night. Otherwise, you just might explode.

#bts #jeon jungkook #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #jungkook #jungkook angst #bts fanfction #bts imagines #bts smut #18+ only #jungkook x you #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #i love jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfiction #bts angst #bts x reader

[lucy90712]

Can you do a Jude Bellingham imagine where his girlfriend is very burnt out from school. They do long distance so she tries to get everything done so she can go spend time with him & watch him play. One day when she lands to watch him play against Barcelona he finds her stress crying in the room alone because she tries to be there for everyone around her but it’s costing her to stress out about getting things in on time. Somehow Jude calms her & they enjoy their day before he plays against Barcelona.

Thank you

-a very stressed & burnt out student

A/n: this is me right now too, I hope things get easier for you soon

WC: 2.0k The last few weeks maybe even months have been so stressful. Ever since I went back to university I have done nothing but go to classes and study. I know it's my final year but I didn't think it would be this difficult but there is just so much to do between assignments for classes and preparations for my dissertation. For the first few weeks I feel like I was coping pretty well but recently it's all just hit me like a truck and now I feel like I'm drowning in books and being suffocated by deadlines. 

To make it all 100 times worse where I chose to go to uni is away from my family and very far from my boyfriend. Don't get me wrong I love it here but at times like this I just wish that I had someone here to tell me it's all going to be ok. I've been really missing not just my family but my boyfriend Jude as well, I haven't seen Jude since before I came back to uni which was at the end of august and it's been killing me. I also haven't been able to talk to him as much as I would like as I've been really busy and he's been busy too with his move to Real Madrid and having to get used to living and playing over there. 

These last few months have been hard on our relationship, even though we've been long distance for a few years now we have never gone this long without seeing each other and the fact that we haven't talked as much hasn't helped. Finally we are going to see each other though as I'm flying over to see him play and just to spend a few days with him which has got me through the last few days. In order to be able to go and see Jude I have been working extra hard to get my work done as I want to actually spend time with him which I can't do if I have assignments to do but it's been difficult. All week I've only left my apartment to go to classes and I've pulled far too many all nighters but I've got quite a lot done so I guess it's somewhat worth it although I still have some things to do. 

I had an alarm set to wake me up before my flight but it wasn't needed as I'd been awake all night packing and doing uni work. The worst part was despite all my hard work I had to pack a few of my textbooks and my laptop as I didn't manage to finish everything in time. I tried to put that behind me though as I got to the airport because I still want to enjoy my time with Jude and if I'm stressed and feeling down then I'm not going to make the most of the time which I really do want to do. Jude has been telling me all week how much he's been looking forward to today he promised me that we was going to get up early to pick me up from the airport before he has to go to training which is how I know he's serious as he hates getting up in the morning. 

~~~~~~~~~~

After a few hours in the air I landed on Spanish soil and somehow I immediately felt a bit more relaxed as I knew it was only a matter of time until I would be in Jude's arms which is exactly what I need. As I got off the plane I text Jude to let him know I had landed which he answered right away telling me he was already waiting for me in the arrivals lounge with a disguise on so he didn't get recognised. Knowing he was waiting for me made me walk a bit quicker to collect my bag and once it was in sight I grabbed it and ran towards where Jude would be waiting for me. 

It took me a minute to find Jude but eventually I saw him stood with a hat and sunglasses on which didn't offer much of a disguise but he wasn't surrounded by people so clearly it does something. Once he saw me coming he swiftly made his way over until he was close enough to pick me up and nearly kill me with how tightly he held me. It felt so good to be in his arms again and smell his cologne it made me feel like I was home again which is exactly what I've been needing. Jude held onto me for a good while before he took my bag in one hand and my hand in the other leading me out to his car which was parked outside. Once we got in the car Jude leaned straight over the centre console and smashed his lips onto mine which led to us making out for a bit too long so we had to rush back to Jude's place on he could drop me off before going to his training session. 

Once Jude had left I went and made myself some breakfast as I didn't have time to eat before I left and I had to make myself a cup of tea because despite being in Spain I'm still British and we can't go a day without a cup of tea. Jude knows me well enough that he had brought a new pack of my favourite tea and put it on a shelf he knows I can reach along with a mug which he had clearly just brought for me. I enjoyed my cup of tea before I took my bag upstairs to go and unpack. To my surprise the room was quite clean and Jude had cleaned out one of his draws for me, well not quite there was a few hoodies and t shirts in there still but he left me a note telling me I can wear them so they are mine now. Of course I had to put a hoodie on before starting to unpack all of my stuff. 

I unpacked most of my stuff pretty quickly but then I got to the bottom of my suitcase and saw just how many text books and folders I had to pack. Seeing it made the realisation hit me that I still have so much work to do and once again all of the stresses started weighing down on me like it was physically crushing me. All week I've been so deep into work mode I bottled up all my emotions but now they are all coming out at once and for some reason I can't stop crying. It's like all of the pressure and stress has finally reached the surface and the mental breakdown all my friends warned was coming has finally arrived. I've never felt so overwhelmed in my life and I just don't know how to cope all I do know is that I need to get myself together before Jude gets back as I don't want to worry him plus I want to enjoy our time together. 

My attempts to calm myself down didn't go well if anything I just got more overwhelmed and cried more. I was so in my own world that I completely lost track of time so when I heard the front door close and Jude call my name I panicked. As his footsteps got closer to the bedroom I desperately tried to wipe the tears from my face but then I realised my eyes would still be all red so I just put the hood on the hoodie up to try and cover my face.

"Hi darling do you need any help unpacking?" Jude asked a he walked in 

"N-no I'm f-fine" I sniffled

"Babe what's wrong?" He asked clearly concerned 

"Nothing" I said 

"I know you're lying to me I can hear you sniffling what's made you so upset you know you can tell me anything" he said trying to make me open up

"I'm sorry I'm just stressed I've got so much work to do for uni I worked so hard all week so we could actually spend some time together but I couldn't finish everything and now I have loads of texts books in my suitcase and I'm just feeling a bit overwhelmed I'm really sorry I'm ruining our time together" I rambled 

"Hey hey slow down it's ok there's no need to be sorry it's ok tell me exactly what's going on and we can fix it together" Jude comforted 

"I still have two assignments I need to finish before the end of the week and I'm so exhausted from pulling so many all nighters but I just want to actually spend some time with you because I've really missed you" I said a bit more calmly this time 

"Ok we can work this out I know you're tired but how about I help you finish those assignments then we can just have a relaxing evening together get some sleep and be ready to do something together tomorrow" Jude suggested 

"That sounds good" I said 

Jude then picked me up and sat me on his bed before grabbing my laptop and books for me. I explained to him what I needed to do and then we go to work together. One of my assignments I just needed to reread so Jude did that for me to make sure there were no mistakes then I just needed to finish one other assignment and then do the same. Jude was so helpful and read the parts of my textbooks I needed to me while I typed and he let me talk through my ideas with him even though he doesn't understand what I'm studying. In just over and hour we were done and I instantly felt so much better and when Jude started giving me kisses I felt even better. 

 Being the amazing boyfriend that he is Jude got some chocolate from downstairs for me to eat while he ran a bath for the both of us to share. It was only when Jude came to ask me which bubble bath I prefer that I realised just how much he had brought for my visit. He doesn’t like to take baths so he wouldn’t have bubble bath just lying around and the chocolate I was eating was my favourite one so he must’ve got that especially for me as well. Jude is such a sweet boyfriend all the time but little things like this just make me realise how truly perfect he is and it makes me so grateful that I ended up with Jude as I know he truly cares for me. 

Once the bath was ready Jude helped me get in then he got in himself and sat behind me letting me rest my back against his chest. The entire atmosphere was so relaxing which helped me finally let go of all the stress and anxiety that has been fuelling me for the last few weeks. Nothing needed to be said either both of us were more than content just sitting there in silence as Jude’s fingers played with the rings on my hand especially the promise ring which he gave me last Valentine’s Day which I think is my favourite piece of jewellery I own. After a while of just relaxing Jude started to wash my body for me which meant I didn’t have to move at all as his hands gently rubbed over my skin. 

Once the both of us were clean we got out the bath and Jude gave me some of his clothes for me to put on which I very happily did. He then picked me up and carried me downstairs to the sofa where he piled blankets on top of me before sitting down and spreading them out properly. All of the sudden I felt the tiredness take over so I snuggled up to Jude and just let my eyes close and sleep consume me. Just as I was drifting off I felt Jude kiss the top of my head and whisper I love you which put a smile on my face just as I went into a dreamland. 

#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham #football imagine

[lilredghost]

"i think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me" for the prompts!

And this wasn't on the list, but if I can be greedy: wrist kiss?

OK I got a bit carried away with the backstory in this one, but basically it's a no-war AU and 600 words of Obi-Wan pining [Kiss prompts]

Obi-Wan’s leg jitters restlessly.

No one can see it, so he allows himself this one indulgence. This one insecurity.

He has been waiting to see Lord Set’en Toa for three days. Officially, atleast.

He’s been waiting to see Anakin for three and a half months.

It’s been a rough adjustment, in the wake of his Padawan’s Knighting.

At twenty-one, they had both known it was coming for years, but knowing had done little to prepare Obi-Wan for the reality of waking up to an empty apartment.

It is quiet now, in his rooms. He only makes one mug of caf in the morning. He only rolls out one meditation mat, only brings home dinner for one.

As a youngling, he was always with his crechemates. As a Padawan, with his Master. And then, with Anakin.

For the last eleven years, his life has rotated around this boy.

So for the first time, Obi-Wan is learning to be alone.

(He doesn’t like it.)

(He avoids the cafmaker, avoids meditating and eating and living in his quarters. He haunts the refectory, the salles, the gardens, the archives, looking for things that don’t remind him so much of Anakin’s absence.)

(He fails.)

Normally, there would be more of an adjustment period, he knows.

Normally, he would get time to gradually acclimate himself to being without his boy.

Normally, his Padawan wouldn’t be sent on a months-long undercover mission just days after his Knighting.

But Anakin has hardly ever been anything resembling normal.

And when word came in of a missing Lord— one who had risen unexpectedly to succeed the throne— the Council had taken one look at the grainy flimsi photos of the man’s countenance and decided to send Anakin in.

Another Jedi had taken up the hunt for the missing Lord, while Anakin, as the man’s spitting image, had taken his place in an attempt to keep the peace. To buy time, fool the opposition, and, hopefully, smoke out the would-be assassins.

Now that the Lord— the real Set’en Toa— has been found, Obi-Wan has been sent to extract Anakin.

If they’ll ever let Obi-Wan see him.

He breathes, trying not to stew in his impatience for about another twenty minutes before the door opens. Obi-Wan shoots out of his seat, standing up immediately.

The steward eyes him with a bit of suspicion and a great deal of boredom before announcing the arrival of one Lord Set’en Toa, King-imminent.

Obi-Wan doesn't even think about it. He drops to his knees.

Anakin— his Anakin— is standing before him, golden hair falling in waves around his beloved face.

His tall, broad shoulders are lined with fur, a belt cinched to an impossibly tiny waist. A diamond cutout on his chest gives Obi-Wan a tantalizing glimpse of tanned, muscled skin.

His shoes— elegant knee-high boots with bight white designs— tap loudly against the floor as they come to a slow halt in front of him.

One hand enters Obi-Wan’s field of vision in a pointed motion. He takes hold of it, barely holding back a gasp as their bond reconnects.

Because there Anakin is, again. He’d left Obi-Wan’s life a boy and waltzed back into it a beautiful young man.

His former Padawan nudges at his mind, feeling amused and a little exasperated. I think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me, he laughs.

Obi-Wan feels something turn over in his chest.

Something that has, maybe, been there all along, taking a new shape.

He grips Anakin’s hand with reverence, turning it so he can brush one gentle, understated kiss across the inside of his wrist.

I won’t let you go again, he vows to himself.

#obikin #this possessed me fr #ask game #prompt fills #renlyslittlerose

[halfmoondaze]

Hiiii can you please do an angst to fluff imagine where jack has been in a relationship with black reader for a couple years but the public has no idea (he wrote lil secret about her) and reader feels insecure and thinks jack is embarrassed/ashamed of her because he refuses to go public and because he’s spoken about his celebrity crushes and his type being latina women. So basically reader is insecure and maybe they get into a huge fight about it but he makes it up to her in the end and proves to her that he loves her.

Lil Secret

“Is something bothering you?”

You and Jack were currently in his apartment having a romantic dinner in his apartment, while the two of you were on your comfortable baggy clothes. It was something you did at least once a week when he was in town. He would hire a group of catering staff to prepare a three-course meal. 

But this time around, he noticed you were a little off.

“Nah, everything is fine” you said looking at your plate. 

“Y/N, you know you can tell me anything right?”

You nodded. 

“What’s on your mind?”

You sighed.

“I just…..I can’t…..” you paused. 

He took your hand. 

“I…...fuck” you muttered under your breath in frustration. 

“Hey, its ok. Just say what’s on top of your head” 

“I just can’t help thinking you ashamed of me because even though we’ve been together for 3 years, you keep telling the public you’re single and you openly talk about your celebrity crushes and how much you love latina women. And that’s not me” you said almost stumbling upon your words as you said it really fast. 

He took a moment to piece together what you had just said. 

“Hey, babe is not like that” 

“Then what is it like, Jack?” 

“I’m not hiding you, I’m just…not ready to be public yet” he said nonchalant.

“Really Jack?” 

He looked at you. 

“It’s been three damn years” 

“Can we just enjoy our dinner together?” 

“But-”

“Y/N!” He snapped at you. “I’m done with this conversation” 

Then he continued eating. 

“Well, I’m done with you” you said with tears now streaming down your face as you turned around and left the dinning room. 

“Babe-” he said looking up but you had already left. 

He sighed and put his face in his hands. He had never raised his voice at you and deep down he knew you were right. 

After giving you space for like half an hour, he walked in front of yours and Jack’s shared bedroom and softly knocked on the door. 

“What?” he heard softly you said at the other side of the door. 

“Can I come in?” 

“Yeah” 

He opened the door to see you sitting in the bed with your back against the headboard avoiding his gaze, with red eyes and tears on your eyes. 

He quietly sat on the edge of the bed. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have raised my voice” he paused. “You were right. And I’m sorry. I love you and I never want you to have to second guess it. I know its not excuse, but I guess I’m not used to being in a relationship”

“Jack, I’m not asking you to write a song about me or even show me off on your Instagram, but when you say in interviews, you’re single….it hurts” 

“I know sweetheart. And I’m sorry” he said cupping your cheek. “That’s the last thing I ever wanted to do” 

“I know” 

“Come here” he motioned you to come to his arms. 

You embraced him and buried your face in the crook of his neck as he held you close to him. You stayed there for a few minutes enjoying the comfortable silence between each other. 

“I’m surprised you haven’t realized by now, I had already made a song about you” 

“What?” you said gently pulling away and looking at him.

“Who do you think I wrote ‘Lil secret’ for?”

You smiled at him.

“I’m really sorry” 

“It’s ok. I forgive you” 

“No, it’s not ok. Let me make it up to you” he paused. “I’ll take you out on a real date” 

“When?” 

“How about now?” 

“Dressed like this?” 

“Sure, we for sure be turning heads but…If its with you, I have no problem with that” 

 You felt your cheeks heat up. 

“Shall we?” he asked. 

“Yea” you said taking his hand. 

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x reader #bf!jack #jack x y/n #jack x you #jack x reader #shy!reader #black reader #jack harlow fic #jack harlow angst #harlow jack #jack harlow imagines #jackharlow #fanfic #jack harlow fanfiction #requested

[ominous-auburn-orbs]

I can't personally give you 27 requests...ok well I could but let's stick with one from me now lol

I admit, I fell in love with your human AU, and I think like, a first Christmas (or whatever holiday you'd prefer) in the real world together would be cute!

Maybe Caine or Kinger proposes on Christmas Eve as a gift? Listen I just want some fluff-

merry krimas :D

This is so long and unnecessarily fleshed out-

The troop had been out of the circus long enough that Christmas had come around. It had been a long time since any of them had celebrated it, as since time only passed in the same day-and-night cycle on repeat in the circus, the 25th of December never really happened. They all still remembered it well, though.

Except, of course, for Caine. He had done research during his time in the game, as some of the performers had brought it up, but now that he couldn't do that as easily as he used to, the former ringmaster was lacking in knowledge about this holiday.

Over the last week, the other's had tried their best to inform Caine as much as they could. However, they did have to keep Jax from lying to him, and it did take a while to reassure Caine that Santa was not, in fact, a demon that feasted on the souls of misbehaving children every Christmas Eve night. Nor was it customary to light the Christmas tree on fire in a beautiful spectacle to worship the spirits of pure jolly. Kinger thought that to just be another good reason to keep Caine away from the lighter in the kitchen.

It was Christmas Eve now, and they were all in Kinger and Caine's apartment, deciding to set everything up there for the next day so they wouldn't all have to buy their own trees and things. It felt natural to be together anyway, especially for big events like this. They had left decorating until that day so they could more easily all do it together, as well as limiting suspense. If there weren't any decorations in their own homes for long, then they were all less likely to become too overcome with excitement and nostalgia after so long without these types of celebrations.

Gangle and Zooble were adorning the tree with ornaments and tinsel, which they had bought the other day. Admittedly, Gangle had grabbed far more than what they needed, but Zooble was determined to make it all fit on the tree somehow so she would be happy.

Pomni and Ragatha were in the kitchen, preparing food for the feast they would be having the next day. Pomni was a complete failure with cooking, but she was more than happy to fetch ingredients, read out the recipe and decorate when needed. Despite doing most of the work, Ragatha was still happy doing it with Pomni.

Jax was sorting out the other decorations around the apartment, finding joy in making it look as obnoxious as possible. Kinger had already walked face-first into the tinsel hanging from one of the doorways, so Jax gathered that his mission was going to be a success. The only problem for him was keeping the dangling lights from tangling up with his own hair rather than Ragatha's. At least they were off, so no fires had started. Yet.

While he was using this amount of freedom to his advantage, he had been given one instruction from Kinger: do not touch the mistletoe. Since Caine wasn't aware of that tradition, he wouldn't be asking any questions, and everyone else could already gather what Kinger was planning. Jax honestly couldn't care less about the mistletoe anyway, so he had no complaints to make.

Caine and Kinger were wandering the apartment, looking at what the others were doing while Kinger explained the traditions of Christmas day in more detail. Both were nervous, but hid it rather well. Caine did, at least, but thankfully he was too absorbed with Kinger's words to notice his darting eyes. The tall man had planned some very important things for Caine, whilst Caine himself had made something special for them all. He had been taking time alone in his room, and although Kinger had some questions, it was the perfect opportunity for him to go out and examine certain jewellery stores.

"Oh, we also watch Christmas movies, which are usually pretty good. Although it is safer to just stick to the classics, heh." Kinger paused, taking in Caine's widened eyes and expression of pure joy. He felt his cheeks get warm at the sight before he remembered his train of thought. "Christmas Carol seems like a good place to start. I think you'd like the Muppet version most, considering how much you like musicals."

"I do enjoy the sound of that!" The former ringmaster's giddy smile as he looked at the surrounding decorations near took Kinger's breath away. It was yet another beautiful reminder that Caine was who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, digital or not. "Oh, Kinger, I'm so happy to be sharing this with all of you. I was trying to keep you all happy, but I could just never wrap my head around all of your traditions. It feels rather nice to be introduced to something new from your world now."

He holds Kinger's hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze. Kinger couldn't keep the smile off of his face, not when Caine was looking at him like that.

"I'm just happy I can celebrate this holiday with someone like you." Kinger leaned down to kiss Caine's cheek.

"T-thank you, my love. That's- that's very kind of you." Kinger laughed, kissing him again. He loved how easily Caine still got flustered by compliments.

Ragatha's voice calling from the kitchen pulled the two from their moment. "Hey guys! We've finished with the food!"

The troop flocked to the kitchen, inspecting the fruits of Pomni and Ragatha's labour. They were all rather impressed, with Caine's gushing and Gangle's overflowing praise bringing a bright smile to Ragatha's face.

"This looks perfect. You two have really outdone yourselves!" Kinger gave Pomni a look of pride, knowing how scared she had been of messing something up. She returned his gaze with a small and determined nod.

"W-well, it did still take multiple hours, and there's some stuff that needs to set overnight, but it is done for the most part. We used your materials anyway, so, y'know, it wasn't done completely independently." Just as she finished speaking, Pomni and Ragatha were wrapped up in Caine's arms. He moved back and looked like he wanted to say something, but the right words just wouldn't come to mind, so instead he simply laughed and hugged them again.

Zooble coughed quietly to get their attention. "So, if you guys are done here, Gangle and I have just finished up with the tree. If you don't need anything else, we'll be going back to our apartment."

"Oh, of course. It's getting pretty late, so you should all head back and sleep. We'll see you tomorrow, though!" Kinger told them. After a few minutes, everyone had left, leaving the pair alone.

As they got ready for bed, Kinger couldn't help but compare Caine to an excited child, the way he rambled about what tomorrow might entail. A kiss on the lips was enough to calm him down, though, and the two finally went to sleep.

On Christmas day, they were all once again gathered in Kinger and Caine's apartment, this time having brought gifts with them. Near the end of it, Caine stood and said that he had made something special for each of them. The troop shared mildly confused looks with each other after he left, but turned to him with wide eyes when he returned with handmade plushies of all of their circus models.

"I would've wrapped them, but they don't really have the right shape for it. I-I hope you all don't mind them, I know your time in the circus wasn't as pleasant as it could've been, but it was still when I met all of you, and it's some of the happiest memories of my life. So, I wanted to make something to, uh, so you can remember it too, even if it's not-" he was cut off by Pomni running to him and giving him a hug. She moved back after a short while, taking her plushie from his hands.

"Thank you, Caine." The other plushies were passed around to their respective people, all of them being held with gentle care as if they would shatter like glass at any second. Reaching into his pocket, Caine revealed he had made one of himself as well.

After a moment, Kinger grabbed his hand and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. "Caine. There is something I wanted to give you."

Caine nodded, letting himself be led a few metres away. Above where they now stood hung a mistletoe.

"Ohhhh, so that is what he wanted it for." Jax was quickly shushed by Ragatha, who didn't want this moment to be disturbed.

"There's, uh, another tradition i didn't tell you about." Kinger pointed upwards. "That's mistletoe. You're supposed to hang it up, and when you walk under it with someone, you're supposed to do this."

Before Caine could ask, Kinger grabbed his chin and pulled him in for a kiss. They eventually separated, and Kinger reached into his back pocket, his fingers wrapping around the small black box inside. He cut off the former ringmaster's nonsensical rambling, somewhat surprised by how nervous he still was.

"I figured it was something appropriate to show you before I give you your gift." Pulling out the small box, Kinger lowered to one knee. He took another deep breath, ready to recite the love-filled speech he had run through his head so many times.

However, when he opened his eyes, he was struck speechless by Caine's expression. He looked confused, with his head tilted to the side, looking down at Kinger. He didn't know how proposals worked, so he didn't realise that that's what Kinger was doing.

"Caine, I... God, I don't even know..." Kinger laughed, only making Caine's confusion grow. "I had so much I wanted to tell you right now, but I just can't remember anymore. I swear, I had a whole speech planned and everything..."

His voice trailed off as he continued to chuckle, and Caine still had no idea what was going on. "My dear, what are you talking about? I don't need some big speech. Now, are you going to tell me what's in that box?"

Kinger nodded and pulled back the lid, revealing a shining ring, causing Caine to gasp as everything clicked. He would admit, he had done some research on marriage after getting in a relationship with Kinger, but he had never known when the right time to bring it up would be. It seemed like Kinger had decided for him.

"Caine. I love you. I love you, so much, and I want to be with you forever." He held the ring further outwards towards Caine. "Will you marry me?"

"Oh my... Yes, Kinger, of course!" He swept the man into his arms, holding onto him tightly. The two kissed again, only stopping when they heard Gangle cheering, causing them to remember that they weren't the only people in the room. "But, uh, how about we discuss this a bit later?"

Kinger agreed, but still slid the ring onto Caine's finger. The troop then gathered around the table and ate the food Pomni and Ragatha had prepared the day before, chatting happily amongst themselves. Kinger's eyes scanned the faces of his dear friends, before landing on his loving boyfriend and now fiancé.

He had spent so much time in the circus, he had forgotten what it felt like to be calm and content. To be surrounded by loved ones that he wasn't petrified of losing at any second. What it had felt like to simply breathe, and be happy. His vision became blurry, and he quickly looked down at his food so it wouldn't be noticed. However, Caine had seen.

"My dearest?" He put a hand on Kinger's arm. "Is everything alright?"

Kinger wiped his eyes and cupped Caine's face with his hand. "Don't worry, sweetheart. Everything's perfect."

#I did not re-read this so it could be god awful for all I know #but boy are these some gay little words #caine x kinger #royalteeth #kingleader #kinger x caine #implied gangle x zooble and ragatha x pomni #but not enough for me to fully tag it

[sentientgolfball]

Hello 👋 I saw that your request box was open and was wondering if I could request an angst to fluff story in which reader is scared of the dark and gets night terrors (definitely not me self projecting) and is comforted by Swiss and/or copia?? I had a really bad night terror last night and didn’t sleep after despite having to go to work that morning.

If you can’t or are uncomfortable for this prompt it’s ok

Thank you :)

I’m also not sure if this is worded good sorry if it is

Hi ! I really hope you like how this turned out :>

Tags: brief and kinda vague description of a nightmare

My requests are open !

It’s too dark. 

Where is everyone? 

People were here just a second ago! 

It’s too quiet. 

What was that? 

I’m not alone. 

I’m the only one left. 

It’s…what the hell is that! 

You shoot awake with a scream bubbling in your throat. It comes out as more of a choked gasp as you pant, frantically looking around your darkened room for the thing that stalked you in your dreams. You were disoriented, not entirely convinced you had woken up because of how dark it was. Your room was never totally dark. You always had some type of small or soft light on. 

As you came down you realized you were definitely not still in your dream. You had a brief moment of relief before another wave of panic settled over you. The lamp was off. You were sitting completely alone in the middle of your dark room. In a Satanic church. 

You practically jumped out of bed, rushing over to the little lamp in the shape of a cloud sat on your desk. Unfortunately for you, you weren’t used to the space in total darkness and you ran right into your dresser causing some things to clatter to the ground. You didn’t care. You’d deal with it when the light was back. You just wanted your light. Needed your light before something not as friendly as a ghoul clawed its way into your room. 

You searched the desk in a frenzy, heart hammering the longer you went without making contact with the squishy little cloud. When you finally got a hold on you, you about cried with relief. You flipped it over, finger instinctively finding the power button. 

Nothing. 

You pressed it again and again begging for it to magically turn back on. You started crying, from panic or frustration you didn’t know. You couldn’t help it. Maybe you were still dreaming and now that creature was going to spring out while you were distracted. Maybe it was right behind you right now. Maybe it was going to sink its claws in and—

“Everything alright in here?” 

The room is sudden filled with light with the soft click of your door opening. You whip around now face to face with a ghoul. Swiss. You immediately recognized him as one of the Ghost Project ghouls. He stared at you, eyebrows raised and tail flicking side to side behind him. You wanted to answer him, wanted to do something other than stare at him looking like a deer in headlights, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t form a single thought beyond the absolute relief you felt at the light shining in from the hall. 

“I’m…sorry for comin in without an invitation. I was walkin by and heard a crash and then crying. Are you okay?” 

You had no idea how to answer that question. You realize how insane you must look. Puffy eyes, holding a cloud, with a bunch of your shit knocked onto the floor. You were tired and scared and you really weren’t prepared to have a conversation. 

“Are you real?” 

It’s the only thing you can manage. He tilts his head, eyebrows pulled together. For a brief moment his normally black and white eyes spark purple with a pop of ozone. His face relaxes into something more comfortable. 

“Of course I’m real. Wanna tell me about that dream?” He asks as he steps in, turning the light on. 

“You don’t have to, but I'm all ears” he flicks his pointed ears grinning at you. 

He starts to pick up the items that got knocked off your dresser, giving you the chance to calm down and think about it. When he’s finished he leans back against the furniture waiting to see if you want to talk or just be left alone. 

“Why’d you come in here?” 

“I told ya, I heard a crash and crying.” 

“Yeah but…why?” 

“I was worried. Don’t think I could’ve slept right if I had just walked away without making sure you weren’t hurt.” 

You nod and sit at your desk. You work on changing the batteries in the little cloud, gathering your thoughts to somehow explain to this demon from hell that you were afraid of the dark. No, not of the dark. Of the things that hide in it. Things like the creature from your dream. Things like the creature that burst into your room to see if you were alright. 

“I had a bad dream. And when I woke up the light was off and I don’t know. I was convinced there was something in here, that it was going to get me if I didn’t get the light back on.”

“Happens often?”

“Sometimes. Other times I just wake up screaming and I can’t remember why.” 

“I could stay here with ya for the night if that might help.” 

You shake your head turning to look at him “It wouldn’t help. I can never sleep when it happens” 

He goes silent for a moment, drumming his claws against the top of the dresser.

“I think you should visit Copia.”

“The Cardinal?” 

He nods 

“Why?” 

“He’ll be able to help you better. I still don’t understand how these meat suits work, but I do know sleep is good for ya.” 

“But why the Cardinal?” 

“Trust me” he flashes you a fang filled grin “come on I’ll walk with you.” 

You think it over for a moment. There’s not really a reason for you to say no. It’s not like you’d be sleeping any time soon and sunrise was still hours away. 

Why not

You and Swiss walk the halls of the Ministry. You had never seen it this empty before. The way the soft orange light made the stained glass and marble statues glow took your breath away. It was peaceful. It almost made you forget about your earlier predicament. You chatted with Swiss for a bit. You discovered he was summoned pretty recently for the Ghost Project. You were still very new to living at the Ministry. It was something you had in common. It was nice talking with him. It made you feel less alone. You asked him how he knew about the dream before you told him and he explained what a multi-ghoul was, briefly showing off a little bit of each element. 

When you arrived at the Cardinal’s door Swiss threw it open without hesitation. He beckoned you to follow insistenting it was okay. 

“Hey Cardi! I know you’re in here, I've got someone you should meet!” 

Another smaller door in the back of the little room swings open. 

“Swiss per favore keep your voice down. You will wake the rats—oh ehh hello.”

His mismatched eyes land on you. You wave, not really sure what else to do. It felt strange to be in his space. He was a Cardinal. The head of the Ghost Project. Second hand to Papa. You may not have been here for long, but you still knew he was important despite his normal behavior. You let Swiss do the talking. 

“Our friend here can’t sleep. Thought maybe you’d be able to help with that.” 

Copia nods “I see. Well caro mio I will try.”

It’s only then you notice he doesn’t have his usual makeup on. You see the dark circles under his eyes and suddenly you understand why Swiss thought bringing you to him might help you out with your issue. 

“You’re the best Cardi!” 

He snatches a candy from the bowl sitting on the desk, popping it in his mouth as he leaves. 

“Take care Sibling! I extend to you an invitation to the ghoul den if you ever wanna come down.” 

You wave as he goes “Thank you for your help.” 

He smiles sincerely at you, giving you a small wave in return before shutting the door leaving you alone with the Cardinal. 

You two stand awkwardly in the middle of the room. He fidgets slightly.

“Would you ehh care for something to drink? Tea?” 

“I don’t want to be a bother.” 

“No no no please it is not a bother. I insist.” 

He starts shuffling around the space pulling out an electric kettle and various mixes before you can try to protest. 

“So my ghoul said you were having trouble with sleep.”

You nod

“I too find it difficult. I am usually awake more than I want to be.” 

“Do you ever,” you consider your wording “feel afraid?” 

“Afraid?” 

“Of the dark” you murmur “I know it sounds silly.”

“No caro mio it is not silly if it is something you are afraid of. I cannot say that I have ever been afraid, but I also was raised in the church. If something goes bump in the night it is usually a friend.” 

He walks over to where you had sat down on a leather armchair, handing you a mug of steaming tea. It smelled sweet and herbaceous. 

“A special blend Mountain has made for me when sleep evades me. Please drink.” 

You blow on it to cool it down. 

“What if the things in the dark aren’t your friend?” 

“Well with the hellhounds and the ghouls that live here I doubt there is anything ehhh malicious lurking around. But if there ever was I can guarantee you it would not be here for long.” 

You grimace and take a sip of the tea. Copia sits in the opposite armchair, drinking his own tea. He mutters to himself before snapping as his eyebrows shoot up. 

“If it is a fear you have, I may have a remedy.”

“What do you have in mind?” 

“I could have one of our lovely fire ghouls make a flame for you. Hellfire so it will never go out.”

“That would…actually be amazing. Thank you.” 

He doesn’t hear you though, lost in the thought as he stands and starts pacing the space still muttering to himself.

“If I get Alpha to make it we can have Omega assist him so the light wards off spirits. But if we have Ifrit do it it will glow brighter. I cannot ask Dewdrop if he is still recovering.” 

You watch him pace letting him go on about this hellfire lamp. You sip the tea letting the flavor wash over you. It’s warm. It’s nice. For once in your life you don’t feel alone and terrified after having a bad night. You feel safe and content watching Copia’s sporadic movements and grand ideas. 

Coming here was the right decision. 

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #swiss ghoul #cardinal copia #swiss x reader #copia x reader #golfball writes

[missuniversequeen]

Hey do you think you could make madara Itachi susuke and shisui (I think thats how you spell his name) react to y/n dieing or saving them :> of not thats ok :3

Hello dear thanks for the amazing request but i need to warn you a little this is might be a bit ooc and sorry i can only write for Madara for now since I don't want to messed up the canon in those character sorry for my terrible mistakes on spelling and pls have a nice wonderful day :)

SHORT DRABBLES ~

MADARA,REACTING WHEN SOMEONE SAVING HIM

Madara Uchiha

First off who are you? Saving the great Madara Uchiha? No no the real question is what are you my dear?

We all knows he is one of the strongest Shinobi of all time and someone saved him? Was he's that weak? Does his dance move on battlefield lacking? Does he's slacking? Honey you're hurting someone ego cuz Madara knows damn well he is so strong on the god level and incapable of saving himself???

If we're talking about younger Madara he might have been impressed by your actions saving him in whatever danger situation he's facing but again i need to remind you this guy is egocentric man who only cares about might and skills.

So what are you? Water user? Fire user? Woodstyle user? You shocked everyone dear and lord Madara was impressed and he might be testing about your combat ability or intelligence since you're oh so great saving a man like him

He is the leader of the Uchiha clan...the most respectable there's nothing you can do when the news spread so fast The Uchiha Madara saved by someone. Guess you're famous now you're the main topic hm

Izuna might be grateful by your actions cuz that's his beloved one and only brother left so you're appreciated 👍

But i gotta tell you Madara maybe impressed but at the same time that poor man ego hurts so bad cuz in his eyes nothing comes close to him except hashirama the god of Shinobi...so you must be someone that on par with them....if it's during war he might questioning your intentions but if you're one of the Uchiha oh Lord you're honored!

But he might gonna be investing about you for awhile so be prepared and if he warms up to you ..than lucky you he might show one of the rarest sight you're gonna see

And i view Madara as an appreciative man of course after all he's planning something great for the shinobis world and you're saving him? Shall not be forgotten who knows you can bring down the man cold wall cuz you're somewhat special

I think a gift or two wouldn't hurt anyone and he might wants to show his appreciate gratitude towards you may it's gonna be "thank you" "I'm impressed by your braveness" or just overall celebrating for the victory and being madara's savior who knows.

He might also ask about your "dance move" if YK what i mean ;)

He also proves to be quite praiseworthy, giving praise whenever someone exceeds his expectations and harsh but constructive criticism when he sees it necessary. However, most of his praises are followed with a statement about how superior he and Hashirama are. Oh but you? Special case indeed and oh to be praised by lord Madara what an honorable person you are ;)

#naruto #madara uchiha #madara x reader #uchiha madara #naruto shippuden #madara #uchiha #izuna uchiha #naruto hcs #headcanon #konoha

[missvelvetsstuff]

Guarded Heart

Bucky Barnes x Reader

MobAu

Summary: Y/N is the daughter of a powerful mob boss who only cares about her horses and making it to the Olympics but her father expects her to marry an equally powerful boss to help strengthen his business. Bucky is looking for a wife to help his business but already has a long term girlfriend, Natasha.

Chapter 19

Notes: I've been struggling with this chapter after having the brilliant idea of reader suggesting she could be bait with no follow up or plan in my head. So I had to come up with something. Sometimes this 'fly by the seat of my pants' writing style bites me in that same seat. *shrugs* Iyam what Iyam.

A little basic but, yeah. Hope it doesn't suck.

"You should use me as bait."

"BAIT!!? Are you insane"

"Bait? Oh Hell no!"

"What? Not a chance"

"Y/N dear, I don't think that's a good idea"

Bucky, Sam and Steve all shouted at the same time. While George tried to stay calm and not escalate the tension in the car.

Sam almost lost control of the SUV.

Bucky shook his head, fists clenched "No. Absolutely not. No fucking way. What the Hell are you thinking? We are not putting you at risk. No."

George tried to be more diplomatic "Y/N, honey I understand wanting to handle this personally but there has to be a better way."

Y/N rolled her eyes "Don't you get it Bucky, I'm always at risk and I'd rather go down fighting than hiding and hoping it doesn't come to me..

Ok, so it's more like a distraction than bait. Zemo already said that I was what he wanted. I can play along, I know his weaknesses. Keep him distracted while the rest of you-"

Steve tried to reason with her "Come on, Y/N, think logically. You might be able to distract him but if he suspects anything you are in no shape for a real fight. You're still healing and when you are ready you'll have to relearn how to fight with and without a prosthetic. Plus you've been running on minimal sleep and food for days, your balance and strength will be off."

She scoffed "I don't need permission from any of you."

Bucky tried to keep himself from losing it "Why didn't you bring this up when we were all together working on a plan? Why wait until after we left?

Maybe because you know that Loki would never go for it. You knew every person there would have fought you. If they hadn't we would have taken that 4 hours of planning on a different strategy. There's no way to change the plan now, there are men already headed into the mountains. We would have problems contacting them to change everything so would be short on men to protect you at your house"

She raised an eyebrow "You think so? Loki's not in charge of me either. Y'all can try to stop me but I've made my mind up." She tried to soften her approach

"It's an old house and I grew up there. I know all the secret passages and how to get around quietly. And where my father hid weapons and how to engage his booby traps. He was always prepared for an attack. That's why he survived as long as he did." She choked back a sob.

Bucky shook his head "Look doll, I know that you are smart and very capable but this is too dangerous. You are not at your best and there's no way I can protect you if you let him get to you."

She scowled at him "I don't need you to protect me. I told you before, I'm not some shrinking violet who depends on a man.

Bluster all you like, it's all hot air to me."

Steve tried again, pleading "Y/N, please. Be reasonable. We are just trying to keep you safe."

"Keep me safe?" She spat at him "You men keep promising to keep me safe but none of you can. I'm the one who keeps losing in this bullshit game and I'm tired of trusting anyone else with my safety." She sat back "I'm going to do what I need to do to end this."

She paused and looked Bucky in the eyes, pleadingly "Look, I go to my house, alone. Well just me and Pietro since I can't really drive but anyways we get word out that you and I split again, I caught you with Yelena or something, and I went back home alone, in a fit, tired of hiding and being surrounded by guards. Zemo won't be able to resist, he always said my penchant for drama would come back on me so he gets to gloat when he thinks he has me. Pietro and I take him down and offer terms for his men.

I'm not stupid, I know I'm not in great shape but I can seduce him into letting his guard down." She softened "And if I fail it's only my life on the line not all of you."

The men were all speechless, struggling to come up with an argument that she would listen to but still had nothing when they arrived at the Barnes townhouse.

Y/N was out her door as soon as the SUV stopped and stomped her way up to Bucky's room.

Bucky tried to follow her but she locked the door so he tried knocking "Y/N, doll, please don't shut me out. I want to help if you'll let me."

"Go. Away."

"Please doll?"

She opened the door "are you willing to let me help get Zemo?"

Bucky shook his head "If we could wait till you were healthier, sure but not now. You wouldn't have a chance against him."

She stomped on the foot he wedged in the door, slammed and locked it before he dealt with the pain in his foot.

"Ouch! Dammit Y/N! Open this door!" He limped away "Fucking willful woman" and grumbled his way down the stairs, wondering when she put boots on.

When he arrived in the living room he sat on the couch, took his shoe off and rubbed his foot. He looked up when he heard laughter.

Steve couldn't help himself and tried to stop laughing which only made it worse. He sat next to him and slapped Bucky on the shoulder "I guess it didn't go so well, huh?" When Bucky didn't respond "You alright there punk?"

Bucky shoved him off the couch "Just peachy, jerk."

Y/N paced the room, infuriated by the Barnes men refusal to involve her in the takedown of Helmut Zemo.

She raged to herself about what stupid, sexist men they were, all while pushing down the voice that told her they were right. She knew she needed to heal physically and emotionally but didn't care anymore as long as she could punish those who had wronged her.

When she caught Zemo with that girl it broke her heart, she thought they had something real. Then he had to humiliate her on top of it but she chose, at the time to walk away from him instead of looking for revenge. Obviously that was a mistake since he teamed with her families enemies to try to take them down. They failed but had cost her so much she couldn't just sit here while the men went to take care of her problems.

After a while of pacing and swearing, trying to figure out how to get away from the Barnes and get to Zemo when something clicked. She smiled to herself, it was perfect and simple.

When Winnie called everyone to dinner Y/N came down and sat to eat next to Wanda and Pietro, quietly discussing something the others couldn't hear. When Winnie asked after her she told her she was just tired and angry at everything.

Y/N stood when she finished eating "I just want to apologize for my outburst earlier. I'm sick and tired and angry with no way to express it. I'm going up to relax with some music. Wanda can you help me change please?"

Wanda nodded and followed her upstairs. Pietro went up shortly after, promising to keep an eye on her.

At the table Bucky felt a little better but was still worried about her mental and physical health and promised himself he would take care of Zemo then take her on vacation if she would let him.

Everyone found a spot to try and catch a bit of sleep before the drive to the mountains.

When Bucky woke at 1am he started some coffee and went to take a cold shower to wake himself up. Realizing he needed clean clothes he headed for his room as quietly as possible and opened the door only to do a double take when he realized the bed and the room were empty. Then his brain caught up, Pietro and Wanda were gone as well. He swore

"Fuck." Then yelled "FUCK!" and started banging on doors to wake everyone up. Steve came out of his room rubbing his eyes "Hey jerk, its only 1, we have 2 more hours and-"

"Goddammit Steve, she's gone! Y/N left with Pietro and Wanda." Then his phone dinged, a text with blueprints for her house including everything she had mentioned. Bucky showed his phone to Steve.

Steve's eyes grew wide "Fuck.

Chapter 20

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #mob!au #arranged marriage #guarded heart

[messycunt]

The Morning After: Leona

I wanted to write Leona purring into this so bad but my logical mind wouldn’t let me since lions can’t purr but now I think abt it do kemonomimi boys really need to follow the rules of real world animal anatomy??? 

cw: fem!reader, no use of Y/N or gendered pronouns, readers birth assigned gender isn’t specified, nothing explicit but implied/referenced nsfw, fluffy wuffy gwumpy Leona, hinted Ruggie x Leona x reader but it’s ignorable methinks, ear scratches and soft kisses, not proof-read 

Leona always looked so peaceful when he was asleep, features relaxed instead of taunt in a scowl or pulled into a smug smirk like usual. 

 You sat at the edge of his bed, eyes fixated on the pile on the floor where he had thrown your clothes after tearing them off the night before yet not moving to pick them up. Your mind was elsewhere, thinking of how you would explain your being in savanaclaw first thing in the morning if anyone was to find you while making your way back to ramshackle. You brought your knee up to your chest humming thoughtfully. 

 Bumping into Jack was a possibility to consider, he was most likely getting ready for his morning jog now if he hadn’t already started. Lying to him about what you were there for would not be an option, even not being a beastman yourself you knew that he would be able to smell Leona all over you from a mile away. It was best to mentally prepare yourself should that encounter be made.

 Ruggie already knew about what you and Leona had going on and you knew about what he and Leona had going on so you didn’t need to worry about judgment from him. Your spur of the moment “nap times” and midnight visits occasionally involved him too when he wasn’t busy working at the lounge after class or running errands for Leona that you had safely assumed he gave him just to have you to himself for a while.Though you usually arrived and left the same night so bumping into the hyena with mussed hair and a slight but noticeable limp would definitely earn a lighthearted giggle and teasing nudge from him. 

“What’re you thinking so hard about” his words came out as an annoyed huff. You turned to look at him, his arm was lazily thrown over his face. “Getting back home in time to get ready for class, why?” His ears twitched at that “ oh? “Home” really? I'm sure the one other member of that raggedy dorm’ll be fine without you for one day” He didn’t answer your question. “You know how he gets. If I’m not there when he gets up he’s gonna be suspicious and he’s more irritating than usually when suspicious.” you didn’t mind Grim all that much, but maybe that reasoning would be sound enough to convince Leona to go back to sleep without you. He just grumbled in response. 

 You sighed and hopped off the bed to get to picking up your clothes. Placing them on the bed you took in the state of them. Your panties and stockings were ripped beyond use and your top was missing buttons but at least your jacket and skirt were intact. Thoughtfully choosing your words you spoke up with a patronizingly thick layer of sweetness. “I’ll stop by the garden before lunch and spend time with you then ok? I don’t want you being all grumpy wumpy.” 

“Just stay now. We’ll only miss the first two bells, I’ll let ya go then” he grumbled “Can’t. I have a quiz second period.” you answered quickly, back to your usual tone. “Then we’ll only miss the first bell” you rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see “I promised Grim I would make him pancakes for breakfast today, and like I said I'm not in the mood to deal with his whining today” another grumble “who cares, the furball can just make ‘em himself now can you come back over here”

Leona moved his forearm from laying over his face to look at you. Eyes looking more disinterested than usual, he stretched with an obnoxious yawn before reaching out to pat the space on the bed in front of you. “You are so spoiled, you know that? Wanting me alllll to yourself even after last night” you teased crawling towards him only to stop just to lean over him. You leaned down to peck him on the corner of his mouth before moving to give him an ever lighter kiss on the lips. He didn’t react in any noticeable way. You closed your eyes and pulled your lips into a line before giving in. “ Fine, I'll stay.” He let out a pleased hum at this and pulled his arms up to wrap around you comfortably. “Good.” he hummed, pulling you in for another kiss. You leaned into him and moved your hands up to gently scratch your nails behind his ears. Pulling away for air and rolling the soft texture of his ears between your fingers you gazed into each other's eyes for a while, content. The second you lay back against his chest ready to fall back into sleep you jump at the sound of a knock at the door 

“Leona-san~ I’m off for class. I’ll bring you both back some breakfast in a sec kay?” 

#leona x reader #leona x ruggie #ruggie x reader #wrk! #fluff #twst

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Spider-verse, but Nightwing

OK I once saw a comment somewhere which went along the lines of...

"I wish Dc would give us a animation-like Spiderverse of Nightwing"

and at first i kind of ignored it- cuz idk, i don't really care about Nightwing- I mean, i love him! He's great, but not one of my favorite batfamily members.

BUT THEN I REALIZED THE OTHER CHARACTERS WOULD BE THERE TOO

so, here's what i think a Spiderverse movie would be like,

(If the plot was similar)

Nightwing- Obv he's Miles Morales, the main character!

Gwen- OK, the love interest. So we have three main competitors for fan favorite ships! Dick/Wally, Dick/Barbara, and Dick/Kori! Now one of them is already cancelled by default, because Dc is a coward, so we only have Barbara and Kori left! and well, Barbara fits Gwen's personality much more than Kori, and that paired with the fact that DC favors DickBabs in general, WE HAVE A WINNER!

SpiderVerse- okay, this is where it starts to lean a bit away from the movies and a bit from the comics; Spiderverse is now the Court of Owls! My headcannon is that for some reason all vigilantes (minus Batman and one other person, u will find out) join the court of owls thinking it has the right idea, and then BOOM its not actually that good (it kills people it can't control). BUT its not that wrong either. When it figures out what its doing wrong, it starts helping the vigilantes against the real evil, which is...

Spot- The league of assassins :)) YES I KNOW, IT ISN'T REALLY A MAIN VILLAIN of Nightwing's, but STILL, it's too good of a opportunity to give up seeing Ra's and Talia in the movie.

Miles Parents- Bruce and Selina, obviously. I think Jefferson's personality as a parent is PERFECT for Bruce-emotionally-constipated-dad! Selina is Bruce's wife, obv, BUT there is one change here...Y'know that scene where Rio gives Miles that 'your un-grounded" talk? I think it would be Wally giving Nightwing a super cool heartwarming speech (it won't be the same though) and then turned out Selina was listening to it all and at the end is just like "sigh, ok, you're ungrounded, come back soon, i'll deal with Bruce."

NOW FOR THE REST OF THE BATFAMILY MEMBER'S

Tim Drake- DRUM ROLL PLEASE, Hobie Brown! Hobie's smart, and while his personality might be a bit too much....It's still perfect for the role Tim would be playing. Hobie doesn’t trust the Court, and at the end he’s the one who had everything prepared for when they realise that the Court Of Owls is wrong!

Stephanie Brown- AND SHE'S GOING TO BE OUR FAV CINNAMON ROLL, Pavitr Prabhakar. And as much as it pains me as a Pakistani to remove his Indian heritage, it must be done. He's goofy, he ships the two main characters, and is just adorable, he's perfect for Stephanie, and will definitely give her justice.

Cassandra Cain- Sadly, Cass is going to have a less prominent role in the second movie, but hopefully she shows up more in the third; Margo Kess! the scene where she lets Miles go is perfect, because she can detect body language and would understand that Nightwing is right, and Miguel is planning on hurting him.

Damian Wayne- FINALLY MY FAV CHARACTER, but this one is more of a original character instead of a already made character in the movie; Damian is going to be the person Dick has to save. Because i love their dynamic. So, Damian is probably being manipulated by LoA, and idk maybe Ra's is trying to use him as a body vessel without Damian knowing, and the court of owls needs him dead because "HES A WILD CARD" but Dick just NEEDS to save him "BECAUSE THAT'S MY BROTHER, DAMN YOU, IM NOT LETTING ANOTHER ONE DIE" and cue everyone fighting LoA and then a wholesome Dick and Dami scene; Feel free to elaborate on it.

Jason Todd- I had to think a lot for this, but i have a PERFECT answer; Uncle Aaron. ITS SAD AND WILL BREAK HEARTS BUT ITS PERFECT, HELP- The relationship with Jefferson? check. Dies? check. What more do we need?

a happy and alive Jason

Hey! Maybe he comes back when hey go to save Damian! Actually, yes, that is 100% the plot. They find Jason revived at the league and save him :3

Duke Thomas- I CANT FIND A CHARACTER FOR DUKE BUT HE HAS TO BE HERE DAMN IT- please either come up with a original character for Duke or find a already made character PLEASE.

RANDOM OTHER CHARACTERS

Peter B. Parker- Must i explain why? No, no i do not. its perfect.

Mayday- Jon Kent :))) Because why not///

MJ- (Peters wife and Maydays mother) Obv Lois Lane.

Miguel- Random court of owls leader (any idea's?).

SpiderWoman- Can't think of anyone...let me know what you guys think in the comments!

Peni Parker- Kori!! She's perfect

Pig Spiderman- Beast Boy lmao

Black and White Spiderman- Meme version of Raven.

Roy Harper- Just another original character who i need in the movie.

King-Pin- Mr. Freeze! his goals match up pretty well with Kingpins anyway.

The rest of the villains Miles faces will be random Rogues from Batman's gallery.

The rest of the Spiderman's in Spiderverse will be random Justice-League members (OMG I LOVE THIS)

And, well, the first movie takes place when it's only Dick and Jason adopted (Before Jason's death, and then a bit after, when Dick is dealing with the grief)

Feel free to add more stuff in reblogs/Comments! Really want to see what you guys come up with :3

#batfam #dc comics #batfamily shenanigans #nightwing #dick grayson #barbara gordon #batgirl #stephanie brown #jason todd #tim drake #cassandra cain #damian wayne #duke thomas #robin #batman #bruce wayne #selina kyle #spider man #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #miles morales #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #league of assassins #court of owls #justice league #i hate tags #Bruce is so worried #HIS BABIES ARE IN THE COURT OF OWLS/LEAGUE OF ASSASSINS/DEAD

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simshaderoom In case you missed it, we have the tea from tonight's Starlight Accolades! Surprisingly #Bailey Kay had no nominations for Butterfly despite it being number one on the SimHeartRadio charts. She wasn't even in town for the ceremony, disappointing fans who were hoping she would at least make an appearance or possibly perform. The big winner of the night was #Dizzy Des who called BK one of his muses and thanked her for her hard work and contributions to his album and career! Interesting... Not everyone was celebrating though. Our fave roomie #D-Lo was so upset that he walked out of the ceremony during Dizzy's speech. He is usually a winner at these events, but left empty handed. Maybe his reign is also coming to an end? The drama! Thoughts?

d-lo 😡We were both robbed!! The disrespect! #StillWinning #InRealLife #Still #ButterflySeason #Vybez # Forever

rubberbandshan Disappointed?! Never that! BK does not care about an award. She already has plenty and has a whole star on the boulevard! She is living her best life!! You won't break her soul! Not even gonna address the desperate dumb dizziot elephant in the room.

kingb They keep playing in our Queen’s face. I can’t remember the last time she won. I’m so over the Starlight Academy! We should boycott.

anon OK I’m just gonna say it. How does she expect to win an award when she’s done nothing to promote the album? We haven’t seen a real music video or performance since Butterfly dropped. She is literally on vacation or whatever. Who does that when you just put out new music?

bkstan Who does that?!?! The Queen B! She’s THAT GIRL.

skyeisthelimit No promotion?! Did you miss the whole sold out Butterfly Box frenzy? Just say you’re salty because you couldn't get a box and move on.

c.spiracy I kinda have to agree with anon. This rollout seems a little strange. Maybe she’s not into it anymore. Do you think she was forced to put music out? They probably replaced her with a clone and that’s why things are off.

bflyhive 😑 Anyway. BK doesn't have time for a little awards show. I know she is preparing for an epic tour. Hive, you better stay ready!

notthesameanon Looks like the saying "Any press is good press" only worked out for Dizzy. Sorry, BK. I know she is pissed she ever connected with him.

dizzydes Who has the winning team now? 😉 Bad Kid Entertainment will be waiting for the Queen to come back to her real home.

rubberbandshan @simshaderoom You really have to do something about the pest problem you have in the comments. Call an exterminator expeditiously. Meanwhile we will enjoy the music BK has kindly shared with us and flourish in the fact that she is looking so happy lately! Please and thank you!

#this is exactly why bk is running away on vacation #always some shenanigans #bklegacy #bklgen2 #bailey kay #simshaderoom #rubberbandshan

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discussion #3 (only friends): each other's first true love— a topmew downfall

according to p'force and first, only friends is scheduled to air around the mid of august or early september. it's likely to be true because they're currently at the 19th q, which indicates there are only a few q's left before they wrap the shooting process. (i think, maybe, the official trailer will drop around the first week of august [which is next week, omo], and i'm preparing myself for the utmost worst). p'jojo also hinted the draft is looking good, so, yeah //screams).

we get updates from the official twitter page of only friends, the director (mostly p'nine), and other staff working on this drama. mainly, we get glimpses of topmew's (seemingly) domestic dates, and i'm honestly delighted to see them smiling. i think every topmew apologist (not just mew or top, hahaha) is content with the domesticity they're showing.

however, i guess by now, it's in my nature to look at the darker side of topmew's bright exterior. every picture comes with a daunting realisation that there will be pain, and that pain will hurt not just topmew but everyone rooting for them.

so, in this post, i would like to lightly touch on how topmew are each other's first true love and the implication of their blossoming affection on their fragile relationship.

a brief preface of mew and top's love life

mew

so, our angel baby mew, (i think i'm a mew apologist so he's very precious and baby-coded in my eyes), according to boston, has one of the dullest love (and sex) lives ever. how can a fourth-year university student, a senior, has never been laid? well, i don't quite understand that perspective because i'm just like mew but we'll just leave it there.

mew is speculated as:

someone who's never been in a romantic relationship.

(possibly) a virgin.

doesn't care much about relationships (before boston questioned mew about it).

has a traditional understanding of romantic relationships (doesn't like the idea of a one-night stand).

top is his first boyfriend and first love (?).

thus, this is some basic information we can gather from the mock trailer about mew. can anyone relate to mew? because i do. (except i'm still single to this day tmi.)

top

oh, yes. our certified heartbreaker. i think many of us have painted top as a bad guy from the get-go, but as i've discussed in my previous post, there are so many layers to top (and mew) than what meets the eye. and let's be real, everyone is a fragment of the good and bad. so, top is too.

but let's extract some details regarding top's love life from the first trailer:

fond of one-night stands and casual/open relationships.

something must have happened to him (either in his first relationship, his sexuality (his coming-out) or his family background (strict parents, etc) that shapes top as someone who's so deprived of genuine affection.

(my guess is) top has never felt true love and empathy from his previous partners/family, not until mew.

boston's fuck buddy.

mew is (probably) his first true love.

i like to entertain the idea of top not believing in love because of his experience with his previous partners or his parents (rejecting the idea of same-sex relationship).

judging from the photos, colour grading and clothing style, i assume only friends is set in the '80s or '90s. i made this guess because p'jojo said he could feel the vibe of gay ok bangkok while filming the series (i can't find where i read this. i apologise). additionally, it's the time when lgbtq+ is still looked down upon (everywhere, but more so in asia), and so many people are struggling with their identity (from my brief reading of thailand's social history).

however, looking back at p'jojo's never let me go, i guess this won't be a pertinent issue to the whole premise of the drama. it'll only affect several characters (top is one of them).

the idea of being each other's first true love: a promise of happiness and heartbreak

in my previous discussion, i highlighted the changes topmew will experience after their first encounter. from two different worlds, there are bound to be misunderstandings and mistakes made. but, as this is a new experience for both of them, they'll make rash decisions— a break-up.

i think, when we're in our first relationship, we can't quite grasp the essence of blending and adapting to our partner's behaviours. it'll be difficult to accept some of their flaws and tolerate their downsides. without honesty and openness, a relationship can't work no matter how much we love each other. and that's the first downfall of topmew's relationship; they believe only love can save them.

top: a promise of happiness

i mainly see only positive effects happening to top. i don't know when they'll go steady, but from the photos i see, after their fateful first meeting, top is ready to let mew into his life.

personally, i'm still puzzled about top. i don't know what makes him agree to mew's "can you wait? i think we can be more than a one-night stand?" because i see him as someone who doesn't comply with anyone if it's not beneficial to him. therefore, i guess top sees mew as another 'fun' time, not quite like boston, but someone he can 'play' with. but the more he learns about mew, his heart starts beating a bit too fast and it's silly and before top knows it— he likes mew. he genuinely likes mew.

side note: i also hope the drama will emphasise on how attractive mew is. i want to be ensured that mew is so likeable and desirable that everyone (read: top and ray) can't get enough of him. i want the drama to show the alluring side of mew, with dashes of innocence and cuteness, which can convince me why top falls hard for mew and why ray can't see san the way he looks at mew.

exhibit #1: the (first) awe

both of them are wearing fond (and sated) smiles on their faces. absolutely adorable. but i notice a more gentle, subdued shine from top— he looks very enamoured. stupidly fond of mew that his eyes turn to crescents and the smile on his face oozes with astonishment. their first kiss might be really sweet (and spicy?) that top can't quite wrap his head around mew.

exhibit #2: the 'oh-oh, i like him?'

in the mock trailer, we know mew is a smart (and nerdy?) student. and because of his lack of experience in dating, he might like these cute dates (retrieved from his research/reading), which i find endearingly sweet. i assume their dates will be cafe hunting, library dates, a stroll around the park and lounging at mew's apartment (with some spice and everything nice).

it's very interesting to see top's gaze softens (and intensify with adoration) in the photos of them together. this one in particular illustrates a gear shifting in top's brain. it might be from a moment of epiphany— oh. mew is so... cute? that realisation you have when a thing/person makes you feel so happy that you start being possessive and want them all to yourself? i think top is going through that phase.

exhibit #3: the 'i'm glad it's you' look

i personally like this photo the most because it's just topmew basking in each other's presence. a casual date, just the two of them amid the crowd. two cups of juice/soda (?) on the table— green— which commonly indicates balance, harmony, and equality; a mirror to their feelings for one another.

i can't stress enough that before their downfall, at one point in their relationship, they do love each other. they really do. (i don't know why this breaks my heart to say.)

exhibit #4: the 'i'm not supposed to be jealous/angry but i am'

this photo still remains a mystery to me because i'm unsure of its story. it's either ray visits mew's apartment when topmew have just gone back from their date or topmew are in mew's apartment before ray comes over. either or, top doesn't look happy sharing the same space with ray.

perhaps topmew are ready to go on a date but ray stops them?

i guess, before top meets mew, he confronts boston. he doesn't look happy, though. and it's a pattern i'm seeing recently; top doesn't appear happy when he's with boston. this didn't happen before mew.

theories speculate that topmew and bostonnick are in the same place. it's highly likely topmew are having another (supposedly fun) date. but it's ruined when top sees boston and nick. i don't think it's out of jealousy (i hope not) from top's behalf. it's more to anger and fear because what if mew learns about top and boston— here— out of all places? of course, it's a devastation to mew.

this is new to top. he's never afraid of people. never been conscious about himself. but he's afraid of mew. why? because he loves mew, and he doesn't want mew to know he's an asshole that still has some lingering relationship with boston, mew's friend. he doesn't want mew to see that dark side of top coming to life. he can't bear the thought of losing mew because of his (hidden) persona.

from top's point of view, i can conclude that he's getting positive outcomes after encountering mew.

sidetrack: topmew's colour theory (slightly) coming to life

and i would like to add from my colour theory: top is wearing a black and white shirt in this photo— a harmony of the good and bad.

also, i would like to highlight top's shirt is dominantly white which means he's becoming/showing more of his good side after knowing mew. i'm actually proud to see top in these shades, a brighter colour. he's embracing his inner self and mew has been a lot of help. his love for mew brings him out of his dark hole.

but sadly, mew is wearing darker colours. the blue in this photo isn't entirely bright. oh.

and his bag— read me— is like a cry for honesty. mew wants nothing but honesty from top, a person he genuinely likes. but top has always been anything but honest. and that's top's biggest misstep.

mew: a promise of his first heartbreak

i'm glad we haven't seen many sad photos of topmew (as of now). it's intentional because their (possible) break-up is the climax of this story.

hence, i'm extracting still shots from the trailer because mew is visibly heartbroken while confronting top as he discovers about top and boston. but i do find it intriguing that even in the trailer, we don't see much of sad mew.

this is going to be the pinnacle of the drama: mew seeking the truth.

in this post, i've mentioned that mew will confront top at the university.

from the paleness of their faces and the red in their eyes, this is taken after their tearful confrontation. i'm so excited to see this scene unfold because forcebook broke my heart with their raw acting in a boss and a babe (ep 9, you'll forever be epic). this one will be ten times more gut-wrenching, i believe.

it's not nonchalance, but i find mew's expression so watered down? i expect him to be more volatile, in despair and bawl his eyes out after the break-up but here, he goes to the bar and has a drink or two and he just looks so aloof but nothing more?

and i think that's the scariest thing about mew. we don't know what's going on in his mind. the kindest person can be the most evil— mew's vengeance might begin shortly after this.

when the truth unfolds, a heartbreaking chaos

top will endure the hardest blow after their breakup. it's because when their relationship ends, it's when top's feelings begin to overwhelm him. he likes mew, but he can't hold onto him. why?

side note: these days, i feel sorry for top. the more i think about him, the more i understand the inner struggles he's facing. i can't really say i'm a top apologist, but i do understand him. and i want to hug him if i can.

i would like to underline that change is one of the most difficult things to do. let it be me, you or other people, only the bravest will choose a different path— diverging from normality— a route full of surprises and challenges. we're so accustomed to the comfort of simplicity and normalcy that change isn't preferable, yes?

looking from top's perspective, it's hard for him to discard his shell— a safe cacophony of his— despite coming to terms with his feelings for mew. i do want to believe top is taking baby steps to let go of his previous lifestyle, but as long as boston is still around, top can't really escape.

habits die hard— i don't know if i can call it a habit, but i think top might come back to boston just because boston feels like a second skin, once a place to stay. no matter how in love top is with mew, boston is before mew and after mew. something must've tied him around boston so tightly that top can't simply let go. he wants to, but he can't.

despite everything, top still comes back to boston. even if they no longer share the same virtues, boston has become so much of top that if letting go of boston means he's letting go of himself too.

and in top's indecisiveness lies mew's reluctance to forgive. as i've mentioned, mew's idea of a romantic relationship is somewhat naive and unrealistic. yet, it's not absurd because many of us share that ideology: first love should be beautiful, sincere and transparent.

mew handles this heartbreak with anger and so many questions because he thought love should be truthful and kind and gentle but why two of his most precious people are hurting him? mew no longer sees boston as a friend, and top is no longer the love of his life. mew's greatest downfall is his love for top and his trust for boston.

conclusion

i find the concept of first love/true love depicted from the lens of topmew to be heartbreaking. when the pictures of them having fun and enjoying their cute dates together are posted, aside from happiness, i feel an immense sadness for what's to come.

mew is top's first true love in the sense that top discovers his truest self with mew. he gradually opens up and becomes someone he's supposed to be— not need to be. mew is top's first true love in the sense that it scares top to think of the consequences— of his dishonesty to mew— of the truth coming out someday and he'll lose mew— himself— forever.

top is mew's first love in the sense that mew wants to savour every little moment with top, all the fun dates and kisses that awaken the butterflies in his stomach. top is mew's first love in the sense that he wants to pen down everything they share in his journal because mew believes this might be forever— top is his first and true love.

therefore, everything topmew is— their love— only results in two things; happiness and sadness.

side note: although i still don't know if any of my topmew speculations are true, the mock trailer indicates topmew's love story as the 'right person, wrong time'. i'm inclining to topmew's story to be sweet but tragic because it's the driving force of the series. topmew, sanray and bostonnick revolve around each other. like a domino effect, anything that happens to topmew will affect other pairs and vice versa.

to end this post, here are some bonus pictures posted by p'nine because forcebook are always the light at the end of a dark tunnel.

i'm happy to see this. although topmew might shatter, forcebook still stands— stronger and together. the picture on the left is so cute that my heart is breaking. haha

(also, ohmbook are so cute? can i manifest for an ohmbook series next year? hehe)

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This request just radiates crack energy. Imagine Jamil dating his s/o a lazy bum who is always hungry, sleepy, and loves telling bad jokes and puns. But as soon as she's given a task (e.g. cleaning, cooking), she becomes a master at the task. She also has gorilla strength and cheetah speed. Apologies for this specific and weird request.

“Jamil~~~I am bored~~~

Let’s go sleep together. I found a new nap spot in the courtyard. You will be surprised to see it because it is a place neither Leona-senpai nor Silver-senpai has found. Or…Do you want to go to Sam’s store. I heard there is a new candy brand there.”

You hugged your boyfriend from behind, or more like clung to him like a koala.

You are at Scarabia's, bothering Jamil who is preparing dinner for Kalim. As always, he is busy with all his work. Although you understand his duties as Kalim's caretaker and vice dorm leader, you wanted him to pay attention to you a little. You two didn’t have a real date for like 2 months.

“Y/n, you know I have work to do, don’t you? If you are bored, why don’t you go play together with others for a while?”

“Humph! Jamil Viper- senpai! You think I am a 5-year old? I know now! If you finish your work earlier, will you spend time with me? Then, off I go!”

Jamil sighed to himself, preparing himself for the mess you are about to made.

But still it is a bit weird that you left quickly. Did you have something important to do today? Normally, you wouldn’t leave even if he kicked you out.

….

About half an hour later, you came back, both hands full of snacks.

“Look! Kalim gave me coconut juice and some cookies. And I remembered you haven’t eaten lunch today and brought it to you. Here have some.”

“Thank you, y/n.” Jamil smiled at you but unlike usual his smile was a little weak. Maybe he is a little tired. You remembered Kalim gave you some candies, too. Maybe Jamil will like it.

“Jamil-senpai,” you said, taking the candies out of your pocket, “Here, candies, for you. Kalim gave it to me.”

Jamil stopped slicing the tomatoes, and looked up at you.

“Y/n, didn’t you tell me that you are going to help my work. Then why are you here?” Jamil asked, looking teasingly at you.

At that, you replied with a smug face. “You will be surprised to know that it’s all done! Kalim’s room, your room and the dorm lounge, they are all sparkling. And Kalim gave me those snacks as thanks. What do you think? Did I do great? I am a good girl, right? Then let’s go and sleep. I am sleepy from all the work.”

“But y/n, you just woke up from your afternoon nap only about an hour ago.”

“Does it matter? I want to sleep with you NOW! Isn’t it alright? All your work is done, too.”

Since he seemed so reluctant on your idea, you used your final weapon, which is looking at him with puppy eyes.

“Fine, but I won’t sleep, ok? I will be reading beside you.”

“Deal! I am happy if I can cuddle you. You are my favorite body pillow after all.”

NOTE: This is my first time writing for requests. So, I don't know if I did it right.😖 And I hope you don't mind that this became a scenario.😵‍💫 I also know that I missed a lot of facts from the request. But I started writing and there was no place to add those in this scenario. Sorry about that 😐😓

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just because i love a side of angst with my uh. everything. the thing that always gets me about sub!hob acting out is that i feel like whenever he's misbehaving or pushing boundaries there's always a part of him that's, on some level, back in that alley in 1889 watching dream walk away. whenever he starts feeling at all insecure there's always a part of him that thinks it's only a matter of time until he does something bad enough that dream will leave again, and he could wait around for it to happen or he could try to get it over with, and he usually opts for trying to get it over with. so he acts out, dream punishes him and then cares for him after, and hob's reassured that dream won't leave, at least until the cycle starts up all over again.

and maybe that continues until hob does something serious enough to cause an actual problem for dream or puts hob in serious danger or something. dream's angry enough that he can't punish hob right away, he knows he doesn't have the control he needs just now and he's bound to go too far, so he leaves hob safely tucked away in his flat with clear orders to stay there and wait until dream comes back to deal with him.

and hob is devastated. he's fully convinced that he's done it this time, he's fucked up badly enough that this is it, if dream comes back at all it'll only be to tell him that they're done, and if he's very, very lucky and he begs enough maybe dream will agree to see him in a hundred years. dream, of course, has no idea. until he feels himself pulled to hob's nightmares. because hob's dreaming of him, of the look on dream's face in 1889, except this time it's dream storming out of hob's flat and leaving hob naked on his bed.

and then of course because happy endings are critical. dream immediately wakes hob up and follows him into the waking so he can hold him and kiss him and promise that no matter how angry he is, he won't leave. he left hob once and he'll regret that for the rest of his existence and he will never, never do it again. (and hob still gets punished, of course, because they both need it. but after that hob sticks to being a brat in ways that are fun for both of them.)

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I HAVE to talk about this real quick before I go to sleep bc omg. You punched me in the chest with this.

I feel like Hob oscillates wildly between thinking that he needs to be the best lover ever, the most pleasing, the most perfect, the one who never says or does anything to upset Dream, because if he tries really hard to be perfect then Dream won’t leave, right? But then there’s the other end of his psyche which is like, he’s got to push the boundaries, he’s got to get it over with before he gets even deeper into this relationship, he knows it’s inevitable because he’s far from perfect and Dream already left once, it’s only a matter of time before Hob fucks up again. Neither of these mindsets are ideal, of course. And Dream sort of gets it but not quite, not enough to be able to put Hob’s mind at ease, so the cycle perpetuates.

And Hob is really good at self destructing, ok. He’s had a lot of practice. He knows how to be irritating and awful and downright unbearable, he knows which behaviours are the most irksome to Dream. He knows, he keeps pushing, and Dream stays until. Hob finds a limit. Pushes too hard. It’s a cocaine binge, or an important occasion missed and ignored, or a door slammed in Dream’s face. Possibly all at once. And Dream is pissed, and he really does walk away.

Hob thought he’d be prepared, because it’s already happened once but god. His heart absolutely shatters. His brain is telling him that he’s the worst person in the world and he deserves Dream’s hatred, he deserves to suffer because he’s awful and he hurt the one person who loves him. A whole day passes and Dream doesn’t come back, doesn’t go through the usual evening routine with Hob, he isn’t there to take care of him or inspect his body as he usually does. There’s no spanking, no corner time, just the empty flat. And the nightmares.

And Dream is upset, of course, but mostly he’s worried about Hob. He’s always alarmed when his lover acts out in a non fun way, and this time he wants to resolve the problem for real. So he takes a little time, maybe visits the library for some insight, until he’s forcefully tugged across his realm by Hob’s agony. It’s the dream that hurts the most, the nightmare where Dream walks away and leaves Hob vulnerable and alone. All those terrible things which Hob thinks about himself reverberate around the dream and he’s so cold, and scared.

And then Hob is awake, and Dream holds him and for some reason Dream is apologising, but Hob won’t let him because this is all his fault. But Dream tells him that maybe… maybe they both need to stop ascribing blame? And Hob is wondering when Dream got so wise about this kind of thing, and Dream says that he’s just trying to be. For Hob. Because they’re both fucked up but that doesn’t have to rule their relationship.

Dream introduces Hob to maintenance discipline, and also puts more emphasis on rewarding good behaviour. And Hob works on his abandonment issues, and expressing himself in words. And Dream makes sure that that one nightmare stays away for a while. It’s all very far from ideal or perfect, but it’s peaceful and gentle and better every day <3

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