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Stupid Mistakes - Duncan Vizla Imagine [Polar]

Title: Stupid Mistakes

Pairing: Duncan Vizla X Reader

Word Count: 1,357 words

Warning(s): Descriptions of violence, use of guns, injury, blood, kidnapping

Summary: People make stupid mistakes. It happens to everyone. However, not everyone will find that their stupid mistakes have deadly consequences.

Author's Note: I spent Valentine's Day watching a crap ton of Mads Mikkelsen projects. I don't know if that's a warning or a promise.

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I was groggy when I woke up.

I blinked a few times, feeling an aching in my arms and shoulders. There were restraints around my wrists, holding me up above the floor.

I looked around at the room of guards before turning my attention to some woman in what was clearly a wig.

"Vivian?"

She just raised an eyebrow at my question.

"Good guess on my part," I muttered.

She scoffed and walked away, going to sit down in a chair.

One of the guards stepped forward and grabbed my chin. I stared at him. I refused to show weakness or fear.

"Been dying to see Duncan's sparkling diamond," the guard said as his grip tightened on my jaw. "He hid you well."

"I would let go of me," I replied through the hold on my face.

"Aw, what's wrong, do you not like me?"

I took a deep breath.

"Poor thing is scared. Don't worry. Once this is over, we'll take great care of you."

There were a few chuckles from those around him. I simply stared at him before quickly spitting in his face.

He quickly stepped back as he wiped his face. "Oh, you disgusting pig!"

"If he did so much to hide me, what do you think he'll do to protect me?"

The sound in the room stopped. Like it was suddenly much more tense than it had been. Had none of them even considered the possibility of him finding me?

"He's a little too... busy to come and save you," Vivian spoke up from her seat, clearly trying to calm the guards.

"How long do you think you'll be able to hold him after he finds out that you took me," I asked. "Considering psychological torture is part of your boss's plan... then there are photos of me here... like this? Truly a very stupid decision."

Again, silence.

"So, I'm right. Well then, you've all been making a lot of stupid mistakes."

I saw Vivian shift a bit in her seat.

"How long do you think I've been with Duncan?"

"Our records go back two years," she replied.

I nodded. "Interesting."

"Surprised that we know?"

"Not really. Surprised it took you this long to fuck up considering how long you've know."

She took a deep breath. I looked around the room.

"What do you think happens when you take away a man like Duncan's- what did you call it- sparkling diamond?"

None of the guards replied to me.

"Well, I'll tell you... nothing good."

"Shut your mouth," one of them snapped.

"Aw, are you getting scared? Y'know, Duncan always reminds me not to let myself get scared if I found myself in a situation like this. You make more mistakes when you're scared."

"I told you to shut your mouth!"

There was a gun in my face.

"Ooo, I wouldn't let him see you do that," I shook my head like I was a disappointed parent. "Poor thing, you are still making so many mistakes."

"Shut your fucking mouth, you-"

The shouting was cut off. The guard dropped dead in front of my feet. I sighed.

"I tried to warn you," I shrugged.

Another man fell.

I watched them frantically look around for a minute.

"Where is he," Vivian asked.

"I don't know, your boss was the one holding him captive," I replied.

The door slammed open a matter of seconds after the word left my mouth.

I ducked my head down as best I could as gunfire started ringing out. I squeezed my eyes shut. I was going to feel the ringing in my ears for weeks.

It all stopped. I didn't move. Not until I felt the restraints on my arms give way and I was placed back on the ground.

I knelt down as I saw Duncan fall to his knees. My heart broke at the sight of all of his injuries. He looked so exhausted. I touched the sides of his face.

I saw Vivian move over his shoulder.

I stood up, taking the gun from Duncan's hand. He held onto my free hand.

"Don't do something stupid," I warned. "You've made enough of those choices today."

"I have a job to complete," she replied. She had been hurt at some point. I could see it. "Look at him. It'll be just like putting down an old dog."

I let out a sharp breath through my nose. "Your records... of me... they're wrong."

"Doesn't matter now."

"But it does," I replied. "You said that your records showed a two-year relationship, yes?"

"Doesn't matter-"

"You missed a decade," I cut her off. Her eyebrows furrowed.

I smirked a bit before quickly lifting my arm and firing a shot. I watched her body fall to the ground.

"A lot of time to practice my shot."

I knelt back down in front of Duncan and put the gun down. I cupped his face again.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I... I didn't want you to have to do that."

"I always thought I would," I shrugged. "One of the things I accepted when I decided to stay with you."

"You shouldn't have-"

"Stop," I shook my head. "I decided a long time ago that I wanted to be with you. Forever. I chose that. Because I love you. You aren't to blame for anything that happened. I chose this life; those people chose to take me. That's it."

His eyes closed and he leaned forward, his forehead touching mine.

"Let's go get you taken care of."

Duncan- while half-conscious- gave me instructions to find a friend of his. She took him in, took care of his wounds far better than I could have, and gave us a place to stay while he healed.

I sat on the bed next to him, staring at the number of bandages covering his body.

"How long have you two been together," his friend-Jazmin- asked.

"It'll be twelve years in a few months," I replied, turning to her. She seemed shocked. I chuckled. "He did a good job hiding me, I can see."

"I didn't think he'd allow himself to have something so... serious."

"He couldn't lose me," I shrugged, chuckling again. "He tried to keep me away at first, but I guess, time proved that it wasn't happening. And here we are."

"When did you find out?"

"God, I don't know... two years in? I think? I was mad that he kept it from me at first, but... I understood. He is... everything to me. He's my world. I understand that he wanted to keep me safe from it because I would've done the same thing. Because I love him."

She grinned and nodded.

She went about whatever she was working on, giving me some peace with Duncan. I wanted to reach over and hold his hand, but even that was bandaged up. It broke my heart.

I resigned myself to lying on my side next to him, watching his chest move with his breaths. The movement was the only sense of comfort I had. The only reassurance. I was going to cling to it.

I soon heard a groan come from Duncan.

I leaned up on my elbow so I could lean over him. "Hey..."

He blinked at me a few times. He went to move.

I carefully placed a hand on his chest. "Don't move. You have a lot of shit in your system. Just stay still."

He slowly nodded.

I grinned.

"I... I didn't tell you earlier," he muttered. I furrowed my eyebrows. "I love you too."

I chuckled, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. "Trust me, I am well aware... but having you keep saying it is very tempting."

"I love you," he whispered. I rolled my eyes. "I'll say it as many times as you want."

"Rest first... and then I'll torment you by holding you to that promise."

"Could never torment me."

"Oh, don't tempt me."

I kissed his lips gently, pushing him back when he tried to follow me. I laid my head back down on the pillow next to him.

I knew that he was still blaming himself for what happened in that place. I could see it on his face, as much as he tried to hide it. I think he knew that he couldn't hide anything from me anymore, but he still tried.

It was his stupid mistake. I was just more forgiving than he was.

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[entitled-fangirl]

Four days of hell.

Duncan Visla x Swedish!reader

Summary: Duncan curses Blut for involving his neighbor in the man's schemes.

Warnings: torture, blood, inappropriate comments, cursing, name-calling, shooting, idk just Duncan Visla things.

Author's note: I thought it was spelled Vizla, but the closed captions said Visla. Idk. Either way, I guess.

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Duncan was enraged.

Here he was, held up by chains like an animal, awaiting his fate at the hands of Mr. Blut.

And they had taken her in the process.

Y/N.

Mr. Blut walked through the doors, the light revealing little but the bright red of his suit. And behind him was Y/N.

She had a collar wrapped around her neck, the leash being held by the man.

Duncan was ready do make him regret the day he was born.

Mr. Blut handed the leash off to one of the guards who ties it to a nearby pole.

"You hurt me, Mr. Visla. And that cannot be repaid with a swift, impersonal death."

He slowly takes off his jacket as he speaks, replacing it with a transparent apron.

"When the English caught the traitor William Wallace, they dragged him naked through the street for six miles so that peasants could smear their warm, fresh piss and shit on him…"

Duncan didn't even bother paying attention to the man, his eyes resting solely on the girl, as if his gaze would be enough to unlock the chains on the two of them.

The old man remembers the day she came into his life. He has been out splitting logs when he heard a noise coming from around the house next door.

Y/N had fallen outside in the snow, and now sat in it, half embarrassed, half amused.

Although Duncan hadn't noticed the fall, he saw the girl immediately and found himself walking in her direction.

The girl, as it had turned out, had just moved from Sweden, and was trying her luck at a life in America.

Duncan thought her foolish for picking Montana of all places, but he would never say that to her.

In the fall, she had scratched her leg, and hadn't noticed the red seeping into the snow. So, Duncan helped the poor girl into the house. 

And that was eight months ago.

He had grown too fond of the girl since then and he now was cursing himself for it.

"…because the traitor had hurt the king."

Duncan snapped away from his thoughts and back to the situation in front of him. He was dripping sweat as his eyes glared at the man.

"…I guess Wallace hurt England pretty bad," Mr. Blut leaned in towards Duncan, "YOU hurt ME pretty bad, Mr. Visla. I have four days before I have to kill you. Four days of HELL! And on your birthday….

…you die."

Y/N had sat against the pole she was tied to, her eyes focused on Duncan's face. She had never seen the older man like this: focused, angry, and unforgiving. It was a scary sight for her.

But beyond that, she focused on the man in the red suit's words. She was struggling learning all of the English words, and lots of them she had missed just then. But the ones she did catch were the most important ones. 

Something about his birthday and hell and dying.

She continued to watch her neighbor closely. So much so, that she didn't notice the other man shift his gaze to her.

Mr. Blut gave a sick smile as he turned back to Duncan, "I'm going to have a little fun with your lady. And you're gonna watch."

She didn't quite understand what he meant, but she saw Duncan's eyes narrow just slightly.

He held a picture up to Duncan of the girl that was taken earlier, her body in a kneeling position and the man's hand gripped her jaw, his thumb in her mouth. She looked scared and confused in it, and Duncan was ready to murder.

Mr. Blut held up a knife, stabbing the picture into Duncan's chest. 

Duncan let out a groan.

Y/N pushed herself forward slightly, her eyes wide in shock. A small shriek left her lips but she covered it with her mouth.

Mr. Blut moved to his instruments of torture, "So I've given it some thought, and I've decided that we're gonna start…" he held up a small snipping tool, "…with these. Music please."

The man proceeded to cut Duncan's skin to the sound of the bagpipes. 

The sounds of Duncan's wails and cries becoming too much for the girl. She backed herself up against the pole, covering her ears and shutting her eyes tightly.

After what felt like hours, he finally stopped his torture. He pulled the knife from Duncan's body, taking the picture with him. 

"The fun continues tomorrow, Mr. Visla."

He untied Y/N, dragging her out of the room with him.

The door closed, the lights shut off, and Duncan's chains were given slack, making the exhausted man fall to the ground in a slump.

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The pattern continued for the next three days. The endless torturing, the pained cries, the blood, and the crying girl in the corner.

By the third day, Duncan was entirely disoriented, his eyes not moving as fast as he wanted them to. His body wasn't listening to his brain and he was dying of blood loss.

Mid-torture, Blut's knife broke in Duncan's torso. He cursed at the man, and held up the remaining part of the blade. "You broke my favorite knife."

But Duncan wasn't responding. He could barely keep his eyes open. 

Blut got in his face, "I said, you've broken my favorite— hello?"

He cut at Duncan's cheek to try to get a reaction, but none came.

"I'm obviously not getting through to you, am I?"

And with that, he stabbed the broken blade into Duncan's eye.

Duncan screamed, the deep vibrato echoing in the room.

Y/N let out a shriek, her voice finally coming through. "Sluta! Sluta såra honom!" 

Blut looked over his shoulder, taking the blade from Duncan's eye. He looks back, pulling Duncan's face up by his hair. "The fun continues tomorrow, Mr. Visla."

As he walked back towards the door, he stopped by the girl. He leaned close.

The girl was panting now, her voice now turning soft compared to the shriek she had given earlier, "p…please."

The man kicked at her legs in anger. "You'll learn to shut your fucking mouth, you little whore."

She retreated slightly, her eyes wide.

Blut turned back towards Duncan. "And for your birthday present, Mr. Visla… you get to keep your whore tonight."

And then he left.

…

The silence continued in the space for longer than she would have liked.

Duncan could barely keep his eyes open.

"D…Duncan?"

He let out a groan of recognition at the sound of her voice.

"What did… what were the words he said… about me? I tried to follow but I… it was too fast."

A light hum from the man and a strained, "…No."

She nodded, understanding to keep to herself. 

"Sleep…"

She turned her head to Duncan. "W…what?"

"…sleep."

A nod, and she leaned back against the pillar, letting herself fall asleep.

…

The next day, Y/N awoke to the sound of gunshots. She jumped, her head swiveling to Duncan.

She watched as Duncan fought off the guards. She was unfamiliar with the sound of bones snapping until that day.

She hid as much as she could to avoid the bullets that flew across the room. Duncan stood straight when it was done, his mind now focused, and his body responsive like never before.

He took heavy steps to the girl who now was looking up at him with an unreadable expression.

When he neared her, he took the piece of broken blade in his hand, and stared at the collar, as if asking for permission to touch.

When she nodded, he stood in front of her now, her head tilted up from her place of the ground to look at the ex-assassin.

His fingers lightly ghosted over the scratch on his cheek, his eyes studying it closely.

She let him, unsure of what it was he was doing.

Finally when he deemed her alright physically, he knelt down face-to-face with her, his hand fidgeting with the collar's lock until it opened.

He threw it from her frame, his eyes now ghosting over the bruises that laid under the collar.

He took deep breaths.

"Did he touch you?"

She tilted her head slightly in confusion.

He sighed, "Did he… hurt you in other ways?"

She slowly shook her head.

He left out the biggest sigh of relief. "You're gonna follow me. And you're going to do everything I say without hesitation."

He grabbed her arm, pulling her up with him.

When he hurt more guards climbing the stairs, he pushed up under a table. "Stay there."

He then shot the light box, making the building lose power.

The guards came in slowly and on edge, their flashlights being their only source of light.

Duncan managed to take them out one by one.

When they had been cleared from the room and the outer room, he whistled lowly and the girl slowly emerged, following him down the stairs.

He checked around each corner carefully before leading her through. Once they entered the underground tunnel, he took the fire extinguisher off the wall. "Cover your ears and stay right there."

He threw the extinguisher around the corner and shot it, making the guards both with ringing ears and blind eyes.

After a lot of shooting, she heard his whistle again and moved to follow.

She stepped close to him then felt a hand wrap around her throat from behind, a gun now pointed at her temple.

"Don't move, Visla."

Duncan cursed under his breath and turned around slowly, his calculating eyes taking in the sight, "Give me the girl."

The guard pushed against the girl's already bruised windpipe. "I said don't move."

"Christ…"

The man was shot before Y/N even processed that Duncan had moved.

She felt his body crumple to the ground, his voice pleading.

Duncan stepped to them slowly, taking the man's shirt in his grip. He punched the man harshly.

And again.

And again.

And she let him.

After about six punches, Duncan fell to the ground in exhaustion. 

She knelt down beside him with a gently hand on his upper back.

He finally stood up with her help, and they slowly walked out of their seemingly endless enclosure. 

He pulled her to him, placing a gentle kiss at her temple.

Duncan held her close, and she let him. The blood seeping into her clothes didn't bother her at all.

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Part 2 would be cute :)))

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[fanfiction-inc]

i loved your duncan vizla x reader fics will you do one or at least a headcanon??????

Hi there, anon! Duncan Vizla is one of those characters that deserves more love and far more content. I can't say at this time that I'll be doing anymore fics for him, but I can do some generalized headcanons! As always, NS/FW under the cut!

Duncan Vizla is a man of very few words. You're more likely to get a nod or grunt from the old man in response to whatever you ask or say than a real reply.

Not unless he is being a smartass, then you'll get a response that is pure eyeroll worthy.

Now to be fair, this man can dirty talk you into anything, but the most you'll get are hushed, growled with chest rumbling words spoken close enough to make you shiver. This man just L O V E S watching you shake for him.

Cooking, this man can cook but usually for himself. You'll have to be prepared to teach this man that if you're under his roof, or you're visiting him constantly at his cabin, he'll need to learn how to cook for more people and go beyond just simple eggs and bacon.

But you do cherish anything he makes. It's an effort and that's what you value from him.

Now on the topic of his work- well, previous work... Duncan doesn't tell you right away.

He wants you to see him as just him, the old retiree in the woods who saw you across the lake and was immediately fascinated.

You know something is up when he talks about his work, how he tries to dumb it down and cover up all the juicy details that can give way to what he used to do.

Maybe he was a cop.

Or military.

But you don't play much on the idea of him being a former assassin for hire because how could this sweet, gruff old man be such?

But ohhhhhh, when the truth comes out he is actually scared you'll fear him, you'll hate him.

His walls are immediately up again because he's waiting for you to call him a monster or berate him about his former career choice. You shouldn't know so much but here you are, knowing just a sliver and normally he'd have to kill you, but he doesn't want to.

Those walls go down if you accept who he is, but it will take time to know more beyond the job title.

Certain jobs and missions make dinner or bedside conversation, but the deeper cases, the ones that stuck with him, those aren't brought up until he's known you for a while or in that single moment a hint of vulnerability shows up.

In those vulnerable moments, his arms tend to wrap around you, head resting on your head or shoulder.

It's his silent way of saying "hold me, I need you" because he's never had anyone for this before.

Someone he actually trust.

"Do you want to talk about it, мой дорогой (my dear)?" Your fingers gently brush through his hair, the salt and pepper locks running easily between them.

"If I may, моя любовь (my love)." He mumbled against your body, face pressing closer to land a tender kiss.

Now on the topic of languages, especially Russian or a language you're interested in, he'll teach you everything he knows.

Especially pet names.

He loves calling you them, the more time he knows you the more intimate they get.

And the more comfortable he gets around you, the more flirty they can become.

Now this man is a fucking tease.

Be it in public or in the bedroom, he loves to see you get all red in the cheeks and glare at him (of course with little to no malice).

His favorite thing to do is call you such across the isles in a store, or when you're at a restaurant. No one else may know what he is saying in the chosen language for such flirt, but him having taught you what it means makes you a blushing, squirmy mess.

And fuck does he love watching you squirm.

That brings me to the more NS/FW side of Duncan Vizla.

This man loves to fuck. He's retired, so what much else can he really do in the middle of a snow covered cabin? Chop wood?

This man would much rather bury his wood (of course, if you are willing).

He'd never force himself on you. He is too good of a man for such, and he would see himself as one of the lowlifes he's killed if he ever made you uncomfortable.

He cares about you too much for such.

Fuck, Duncan Vizla has a heart.

Any who! This man has stamina besides his older age. He's in no rush to pump one out and be done.

Oh no, this man L O V E S to drag it out, loves to work you up, up, up, then cry out when he denies you.

Simply put, this man can fucking edge.

But on that same token, his loves bringing orgasm after orgasm out of you, watching you crumble into a puddle of horny mush.

He loves blowjobs, not because you're pleasuring him (okay, maybe a little) but because he loves seeing you stuffed with him in one way or another. And those eyes looking up at him as you work his shaft, it could make him come undone quicker than he'd like to admit.

He also loves giving oral, loves the taste of you. He can't get enough of your body and getting to walk away or be laying there with the taste of you lingering on his tongue, it's a reward all in itself.

He's an ass man, fucking loves them.

Hold em, squeeze em, he just loves them.

Yeah, boobs or nips can be interesting, but you're more likely to feel his hand sneak and grab at your rear and give a nice squeeze than feel his hands on your chest.

Oh, did I mention he loves smacking your ass?

If you allow him too, he loves to smack it until it's red and hot, smirking to himself any time he sees his handprints on your ass.

He also loves walking by you and giving you a quick slap on it, hearing your noise of surprise and seeing your head whip around to stare him down.

It only makes him chuckle or smirk because he loves seeing your reactions.

Now on the topic of positions, this man has three he tends to stick to, but he doesn't mind trying new ones.

1.) His top choice would have to be you riding him. It can be cowgirl or reverse cowgirl, he just loves seeing you on top, bouncing away at his cock.

Fuck does it get him going, feeling your fingers on his chest or hear the slickened slap of skin hitting skin feel the room while he watches you face away and take him.

2.) His second choice is doggy. He can be as intimate with it as he'd like, or he can fuck you into a state where the only word leaving you are is his name.

It's perfect for him to bring his hand down on you, but it also allows for the perfect domination of your body. He can push your upper body down to where your ass is sticking up in the air just for him, all for his own use.

The other plus to it is how he can grip your hair or neck and pull you back against his chest so he can fuck up into you. Pressing his lips against your ear as he tells you all the filthy things he's gonna do to you.

3.) His final choice is the more vanilla position of missionary. He likes being able to look down at you, kiss you, and feel you.

    This is the position where his intimacy is at its peak.

You'll be sure to see the softer side of the infamous Black Kaiser in this position.

Kinks? Experimentation? This man will try anything with you.

There are a few no's in his book, some due to his age and not being as limber as his youth.

Some due to him just not being interested.

But this man will do anything else with you.

Want to try bondage? he most likely has experience in knot works so sure! He'll make sure you can't get away~

Roleplay? As long as it's a scenario he is comfortable doing with you, then you can bet your ass he'll play whatever scenario out with you.

On that topic, he would be very cautious if you wanted him to be rougher with you in a scenario.

He's very picky on hurting you beyond marks, and it has to be discussed in depth if something such as blood is drawn, and even then he'd only cause the smallest of wounds.

Biting or small cuts, he can handle after intensive talks, but anything beyond that and he is worried for your wellbeing.

He can't stand the thought of hurting you in any way.

On a lighter note, this man L O V E S remote controlled sex toys. He loves being in control, and when he gets it going and watches you come undone from it, it's a sensation that instantly gets him hard.

In public, he loves seeing your legs shake and body tremble as you try to keep your composure. It's a way for him to show you belong to him, that you may not have his touch on you right now but he can still control your body to a damn tee.

In private, you best bet some of that knotwork comes into play, keeping you bound while he uses the toy to tease you.

All in all, despite his age, this man is a sexual beast.

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[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Do you think Duncan has a breeding kink?👅😵👅😵

IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!!!

EVERY DUNCAN HOE KNOWS THAT DUNCAN LIVES ON BREEDING KINK. THAT IS THE FIRST RULE YOU HEAR WHEN SIGNING YOUR SOUL AWAY TO THE DUNCAN-HOE-CLUB.

plus that man is pure sex, I'm sure that breeding kink is at the top when he meets his dove.

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[6lostgirl6]

I decided after watching Polar (2019) with my bestie @prettywhenibleed I will be writing for Duncan Vizla!!

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[pearlstiare]

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒:

Family Man - Duncan Vizla x Wife! Reader

Duncan faces difficulties once he returns to his family.

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[80s4life]

Arthur Fleck & The Joker Jealousy Headcanons

Word Count: 477

Status: Requested!

Ask: If you’re down, I’d LOVE some possessive/jealousy headcanons for Joker+Arthur because I’m a sucker for the trope hehehe 🤭

@: A smoking hot anon!

A/N: Hopefully, I read this correctly, and placed them as separate people!

Fandom: Joker 2019

Relationship: Arthur Fleck x Reader, The Joker x Reader

Warnings: possessive tendencies, insinuations of sexual activities, claimed ownership, fluff, jealousy, horny Joker

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{gifs are not mine, credits go to original owners -> @animusrox @stuart-townsend}

Arthur Fleck:

Artie is more laid back at first. If anything, he comes off more proud than jealous. What can he say? He knows you're gorgeous, but you're all his, so what's the bother in fighting over it? He knows who comes home with him at the end of the night.

Now, if the situation is different and people who are flirting start making you uncomfortable, Artie has little tolerance and self-control.

He'll come up with excuses like needing you somewhere else or pretending he hadn't known where you'd ran off to, only to stand either beside or behind you, hand on shoulder, and blue orbs staring holes into your suitor's unwanted attention.

However, there are many instances where simply no one is flirting or even remotely interested in you, but they're very brief if that.

There'll be cases where Artie hasn't seen you for a long time, he's tired, or just extra clingy; anything and everything will piss him off and he'd want you all for himself.

He's actions typically are the same, finding excuses to make you leave, and then becoming a jolly little child after he's finally got you in his grasp.

He'll briskly apologize after all is said and done, though. He knows when he can be a little too...Artie.

The Joker:

Almost a perfect example of polar opposites, yin and yang, black and white, Joker is by far different than Arthur.

He's jealous, extremely so, and is not too keen on making his actions light and subtle.

While he still knows that you only have eyes for him, Joker doesn't like anyone's eyes on you and believes you should only be for him to marvel at. This causes many arguments between you, but you ultimately can never refuse him as you tend to see from all sides and know he only wants the best in a way.

Joker asserts himself in drastic ways when jealous, walking up to innocent civilians or potential suitors and just laying his hands on your hips, head dipping to capture your lips. He basks in the utter shock of the random viewers and even holds your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls away. Always the charmer.

When, in most cases, no one truly wants anything more than innocent chatter, and Joker senses the person's presence for too long, he's not too nice at pulling you away.

He'll stomp up to you like a child, even, grab your hand, and stomp away if need be. Or, his hands are all over you, undressing you with his eyes and hands playing at things he really shouldn't in public.

In any of these cases, even if the night ends in an argument, he always makes it up to you in intimate settings. He's got a kink for being punished and he's no better than a man.

#arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck imagine #arthur fleck headcanons #arthur fleck #the joker #the joker x reader #the joker imagine #the joker headcanons #joker 2019 #joker movie #joaquin phoenix x reader #joaquin phoenix imagine #joaquin phoenix #joaquin phoenix headcanons

[softieekayy]

Sweetheart

Duncan Vizla x reader

Word count: 767

Warnings: cigarettes, slightly suggestive, use of the word Daddy,implied impure thoughts

The day outside was sunny and warm, a gentle breeze ruffled your hair from the seat you sat in outside. Duncan took his seat beside you, his hand coming up to rest on the leg that was now thrown over his lap. Summer here at the cabin was always wonderful, the back of it faced the forest that had become your backyard and bunnies and foxes littered your yard at times. Duncan always blamed you for their appearance, muttering something about feeding them too much and survival.

“What are you thinking about sweetheart?” his gruff voice snapped you away from a dream and brought you back into reality.

Your hand brushed up against his cheek “Nothing my love, just thinking about the foxes.” Duncan laughed at your response and his hand continued to massage your leg. You turned to look at him properly and really take in the summer beauty of your man. His salt and pepper hair splayed over his forehead messily and over his eyepatch. His skin had a slight tan from you forcing him out in the sun, claiming that he was starting to look like a ghost.

If Duncan Vizla was Ares then you worshipped his body like a temple. You’re proud to call this old man yours, despite being significantly younger than him, the two of you complimented each other well. You looked at him now, he's pulled out two cigarettes, one for you and another for him. You smiled gratefully before taking the cancer stick he held out for you and sticking it in between your cherry-coloured lips. The sight was a little arousing to Duncan but then again, you’re a little minx he’s glad to have in his life. He leans forward and lights both of the cigarettes.

Your legs are off his lap and are now tucked underneath your thighs, the summer slip dress riding up your thighs slightly. The two of you sit there for a while, sharing no words except the comfort of the silence between you two.

‘Sweetheart?”

“Yeah, Daddy?”

The word makes blood rush into his head and Duncan feels like he is on a euphoric high. The way you say it, all sugar-coated and spilling like warm honey from your mouth. Duncan’s brain short circuits and he forgets what he was going to say to you. You keep looking at him expectantly, wide doe eyes staring into his own.

“Dinner. Baby. Let’s go get dinner at the diner in town and you can pick out something to do afterwards.” Duncan spoke after he finally managed to gather his thoughts, most of them consisting of you. You didn’t say anything except a nod and moved to get up from the chair and stretch. His trained eye kept watching you and Duncan wondered how he landed up with such a ball of sunshine in his life.

You watched your old man watch you before you tugged him up and out of his chair. Duncan took your outstretched hand before he stretched too. He also took the cigarette that dangled from your lips and snubbed it out. Duncan worried about you sometimes, sometimes you smoked too many cigarettes and drank too much but that was understandable. You taught at the local high school and he taught at the elementary one. Everyone knew that you two were married, just not on paper.

Duncan followed you in and watched you grab your jacket and his, handing it to him before tugging yours on.

“C’mon daddy, let’s go.” A small whine left your lips and Duncan thought you looked fucking adorable.

He smiled, “Let’s go, baby.” His voice was sweet and Duncan could only revel in the bright smile you provided in return. He could only think one thing and that was how on earth did you get involved with him. A man whose hands have sinned for both your lives. In a way, you were his saving grace, his salvation. You washed him of his old sins and now the only thing he did was worship your body like a temple. If Duncan Vizla was a man, then you were a goddess who granted him salvation. You were his sweetheart and his baby. Loving you meant loving the teasing you did.

You were caught off guard when Duncan pulled you into him and pressed a bruising kiss to your lips.

“I love you, sweetheart.” his forehead rested against yours.

“I love you too, old man.” Duncan simply chuckled at your response before swatting your butt and directing you into his truck.

#duncan vizla #Duncan vizla x reader #Duncan vizla x reader fluff #Duncan vizla fluff imagine #polar 2019 #Mads Mikkelsen #slight duncan vizla x reader smut

[lucretia-waits]

Idk if anyone is gonna see this but I've really been wanting to write a John Wick/Polar au bc this thought that hasn't left me since like October and I don't know if should do an oc or make it a reader insert.

#john wick #polar 2019 #polar #duncan vizla #john wick x reader #duncan vizla x reader

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

Just a quick something while I'm gone

#black kaiser x reader #black kaiser imagine #black kaiser #duncan vizla x reader #duncan vizla imagine #duncan vizla #polar #polar (2019) #imagine #romance #fanfic #fanfiction #reader #reader insert #mads mikkelsen

[justtheaveragedude]

Duncan x Reader

Note: I am not a writer (I wish) & apologise also for any grammar mistakes as I am not the most educated of people. Hope someone enjoys this little one shot. Also couldn’t decide if I wanted to write it from Duncan’s point of view or not so this is the trash I formed instead. 

New relationship; Duncan, y/n, cabin, set after Duncan’s retirement, relaxing, chilled, no drama. Soft, fluffy & warm. (Out of my comfort zone compared to the rubbish I write in my spare time.) 

‘Are you okay?’   Asked Y/N as Duncan startled himself awake in the old armchair, firmly holding his gun.   ‘I must have fallen asleep.’ Duncan said, shoving the gun down the side of the chair as he looked across to the sofa and open fire. Y/N sitting up.   ‘We had a long day, I wasn’t going to wake you.’  ‘Perhaps you should have done.’ ‘Another bad dream?’   Duncan didn’t answer, raising himself from the chair and walking towards the fridge to grab himself a beer. Y/N leaning over the back of the sofa.   ‘Grab me one, please.’ Duncan opened one, then another and stepped back over towards the sofa handing an open beer to Y/N before taking a large mouthful of his own.  ‘Sit with me?’ Y/N asked. Duncan did, resting into the sofa and pointing his feet towards the fire.    ‘I apologise. I’m not so great at these sort of meetings.’ ‘Meetings?’   A soft laugh leaving Y/N as they rested their back against Duncan's side, throwing their legs over the edge of the sofa.    ‘We have been dating for almost eight months.’ ‘I haven’t dated for a while, quite a while. I like it though.’   Y/N smiled, leaning their head back into Duncan’s arm who moved it, lifting it up before lowering it over Y/N’s chest as he used his free hand to gather and light a cigarette.

 *** Laying in bed later that night, the fire just dying down but the wooden cabin still warm. Y/N trailing a gentle finger over the faded scar on Duncan’s torso   ‘How did you get this one?’ Y/N asked. ‘Fighting.’   ‘Oh.’  ‘It was a long time ago, Y/N’ Duncan said, running his fingers tenderly through Y/N’s hair and watching whilst they gently trailed soft fingertips over each scar they found. An adventure on skin, under hair. Almost a comfort to Duncan to have a kind, caring touch.    ‘You have never asked about my scars.’ Said Duncan.    ‘I didn’t want to be rude or upset you. Not saying you would be upset it’s just not the popular conversation starter.’   Moments of silence passing before Duncan nudged a few fingers under Y/N’s chin.   ‘Look at me.’ He said gently. Y/N looked up at him - A kiss following. Careful lips greeting each other before Duncan pulled back.    ‘I’d like to take you for dinner tomorrow evening before you have to fly home again.’ Y/N nodded.   ‘I’d like that - Duncan.’ ***

@attack-on-fandom

#Duncan Vizla #Polar #please dont hurt me pals #I am a soft bean #Fanfic #can I even consider this trash as fanfic? Idk #I'm so sorry #Maybe I could do better sober #I just wanted to make someone happy who wanted a wee Duncan x Reader story #Idk what I'm doing #I do not own the gifs or Duncan Vizla #Mads Mikkelsen #Polar 2019 #IM POSTING IT THATS IT IT'S OUT THERE #I really don't enjoy sharing stuff online but consideirng my blog is annonymous and only 4 or so of my followers actually know who I am #I don't feel too embarrassed or ashamed

[fanfiction-inc]

Cold Days, Bad Memories

Verse: Polar (2019)

Characters/Pairings: Duncan Vizla / Reader, The Black Kaiser / Reader

Word Count: 5,325

Warnings/Tags: Blood, Gore, Sex, Sexual tension, Killing, Murder, The Black Kaiser is sexy af, Mads is my baby, Tension, Angst, Torture, Offensive descriptions.

Summary: The infamous Black Kaiser (Duncan Vizla) is being hunted by a member of his past.

Rating: Explicit

[SORTAVALA, RUSSIA, 1996]

“I want you to take a deep breath. Let the air calm your nerves, prepare you. Have you taken a deep breath?” “Yes.” Russian undertones, the English foreign on small lips and gentle in the winter air as snow blows in the gentle breeze. The white decorates dark hair, older locks blowing with the gentle shift of breeze blowing the frozen crystals here and there. The younger meets the elders gaze with a smile like that of innocence. His own smile was of thin lips, ever so slightly upturned and to the child's delight, he ruffled her hair before having her soft gaze return down the scope of the rifle. “Breath, take your time.”

The gruff voice was close to her ear, skilled gaze meeting that of a stark brown to the white background of wooded terrain. A large hand rested on a small shoulder that held the butt of the rifle, ready to aid her with the recoil. “Low, remember to get low.” They lowered, his form taking lead and allowing the girl to lay snugly against his side as a particular, harsh and cold breeze takes to the right and hits the girls face in a stinging hit. A drapery of scenery cover over the two, hiding them away from the elements and allowing what little warmth to follow. Fur from a lined collar tickled at rough and beaten flesh, the soft skin of the girls in contrast only a reminder of the difference between the two. The infamous Black Kaiser, and the child of a Russian mob boss. She refocused on the target ahead, the red deer stalking along quietly stilled, eating at a few loose weeds sticking from the heavy snowfall, lifting its head when it hears the click of the safety being removed and those blank eyes scanning back and forth among the stark white. “Steady, line your shot up. They can tell hesitation, and hesitation is what gives them the opportunity to run. Do you understand?”

The girl signaled with a nod and the man shifted, allowing her the chance to ease herself into the shot. The sight was ready, the gun was held just like the man had shown and the air was consumed by silence, only broken by the shift of branches in the air. One second, another, another and finally the shot rang out in the air. The ricochet, the bounce, the first shot missed and the deer shifted. “Too far to the left. Reload, take it again.” The bolt handle was pulled back, another .22 bullet placed in and the chamber quickly shut within the gun, ready for the next shot. His hand rested on her own at the fore-stock and he helped her shift the gun to be just before the path of the deer, leading her to designated section that was to be ready for the killing of the deer. “Breath, and follow through.” One, two, on three, the trigger was pulled and the deer fell down with a noise of defeat, crimson decorated the snow and scattering across the terrain. “Хорошая работа, голубь (Good job, Dove).” “Хорошая работа, голубь (Thank you, Kaiser).” Another ruffle of hair, and the two rose, a knife pulled and brandished before the youngster. “Do you know how to properly disembowel an animal? A human, no less?” A shake of her head, and the man bringed the child over to the stag that rested dead on the ground, showing the edge of the knife to the child.

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[TRIPLE OAKS, MONTANA, 2019]

The knife rested easily within his palm, blade to handle ratio perfect and even within his grasp as he approached the white tail. His breathing was steady, grey locks swaying like linen sheets on clothesline, shifting with each movement of the air. Flakes decorate each strand that was visible among the snowy landscape, cold eyes blinking to avoid the water that slammed his face and created a sting like stubble on a woman's thighs. It burned but in such a delicious way. The knife was inserted in the lower juncture of the legs, cutting the skin of the thighs up on both sides until they met. He didn’t mind the crimson decorating the snow or the blade he held, flashes on his times in other countries going to his mind.

Germany, a woman creating a empire that threatened Blut and intimidated the fat fucker. Killing by hanging….from the Brandenburg Gate by her intestines. A easy gutting and spill for the other, her empire died that day. Duncan recalls such with a lost fondness, having taken the woman on her desk before slitting her throat when her guards entered. That same blade, embedded into another man's skull and by the end of the next ten minutes, the room laid bloody and corpse filled. He stifled a chuckle, shaking his head and drawing the blade up, severing the meat and tucking it away to be cooked later on that night. One does not kill without purpose, one kills for a reason. Never leave the meat behind and the animal to rot. He carried his contents along, a hum of memory hitting his mind other then the German woman who swayed in the wind.

“When you are cutting flesh, you must always follow through with your actions. Just like any attacker, any animal, anything you dig this blade into and make your cut. You must put power behind it, must move with your body and carry out your momentum.” 

“Is it sharp?” 

“Very.” The elder pulled his sleeve up, arm displayed before the girl and dragging the sharpened blade over his own skin in a slow motion, watching as the hair on his arm was cut down and leaving a faint indent of where he cut and the natural growth. “I will start, and you will mimic.” The man commented with authority that had the girl on her knees at his side, watching his movements within the puncture area that allowed for access. Her nose scrunched at the matter that feel out with the cuts, but the man silence her protest when he continued, a hush coming from his thin lips and cold eyes meeting those of bright innocence. “Killing is a messy matter, little dove, remember such. As you make your cuts, more will spill out and more will fall much like that of  human. If a man is attacking you, would you care what falls from him when you make your cut?” A moment of processing his words, and the child shook her head, gentle locks swaying in the air and more flakes making (Hair Color) look almost as white as the powder that surrounded them. A shift in motions, and the man had the blade to the jacket that covered the child’s belly, looking on with a expression that sent the girl to breath quicker, to shake and allow her heart to hammer. “You must be brave, and you must learn that fear is a downfall. Do you understand?” “Y-Yes, Kaiser.” 

“Duncan.”

Duncan raised his head when a noise within the woods sound, eyes skimming here and there before catching the glint of a object he knew all too well, a red dot decorating his head.

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[SORTAVALA, RUSSIA, 1998]

The creak of a wooden frame sounds within the back office of the extensive home. Harsh and unforgiving, the pace set was that of a unmentioned, unresolved need for what the other could give. Noises, skin hitting skin, begs and pleas for more followed in the air as dark hair and cold eyes dance over the silken feeling skin on the woman's bare back. Strong hands clutch at her skin, her hip held as his own collided with hers and elicit a louder noise to fall from those dirty lips that spilled curses in a native tongue. Those that wrapped around him in a way to draw him in and get what she needed to fill her like her damn husband couldn’t accomplish. “Kaiser! Kaiser!” The woman called when the position was changed and those strong hands rested upon rocking breast, thumbs brushing over the hardening rosy buds and holding her in place, right on the edge of what she needed most.

“Mama?”

“Дерьмо (Shit)!”

The woman was quick to separate from the man, his body standing, heaving before her. The child stood in the door frame of the room, looking on with a confused expression as to what was going on. The male watched as the mother moved, going to her child and ushering her off from the room to her own bed where she had awoken, fearful from the noises she had heard and the dream that plagued her every night of her fathers work. “Спи мой маленький голубь (Sleep my little dove).” A kiss goodnight and the woman returned to the man who patiently waited for her return, hopping onto his lap on the seated chair and carrying on from where they had left off. Her hips rock and move, getting off from the thrust he sent up to meet each bounce given in the form of riding. She was much more quiet, but the Kaiser wasn’t complaining, simply aiding in her lips movement and when that high returned, sending his hips to jackhammer within the other. Her back bended in the most delicious ways, fingers clutching at the mans hair as she met each furious hit to that spot that sends any woman into pure bliss. She called his name, clung to him with nails drawing thin lines of crimson blemish on his shoulders and coming down only when the man removed himself and offered for her to finish him off.

The time passes, hips swaying behind knees pressed into hard wooden floors and breast bouncing with each downward motion of a females delicate features. Hair shifted and was pushed back with skilled fingers of a free hand. Painted lips leave stains over a engorged length, crimson decorating and tongue lavishing until taking him down to the deepest level. A shaky breath, a suck of air through nostrils as a throat constricts, swallowing around her ticket to finishing him off and removing to repeat the action. He ended when her tongue traced a sensitive patch over his tip, spilling himself with a deep, gruff groan and watching as the woman on her knees swallowed her reward. He lazily places himself back within his pants, shirt retrieved from a corner of the room and taking note of the smudges on the window where he had the woman pressed long before, the marks left on the wood from the shelf that rocked and scraped when he had her up against it. His muscles tensed and adjusted beneath the black material, separating from the room when the woman carried on with her objectives of the day and began to return to a secretary like position. She nursed a glass of Massandra, sipping the wine with a hum as the man met her gaze once more. “Come back for more?” She asked with the tone that had drawn him in only hours before, that had him pinning her up against the solid Norwegian Spruce door that separated the rest of the home from their little sex fest. “No.” He replied simply, looking to the woman as she scoffed and continued to nurse her drink. His light footfall on the wooden steps go unnoticed as he leaves the room, the only indication of his departure being the shutting of the door behind him. The twenty-nine year old man quietly makes his way to the stairs, taking note of the little form that sat there, meeting his cold gaze and his own meeting her light one. He gave a hum, lights a cigarette and joins the girl on the steps, rear hitting the step with a light sound of thud and his hands placed over his knees with a hum. “You’re not the only one.” 

“I know.” The air wasn’t harsh, nor unusual or even tense between the two who seated in the darkened shadows of the stairway, her fingers playing with the edge of her thick pajamas and head bowed as they spoke. “Does it upset you? The other men?” 

“Sometimes.” The child replied in a soft whisper, gentle gaze meeting his once more when a hand was placed on her shoulder and smoke blown away from the child before another drag was taken in. It was a comforting grasp, gentle despite his mannerisms with children not those of recommended nor father like in the least. Tiny humans, not children, that was the mindset he grew. She was much more mature than any eight year old he had met, much less seen on the streets.

“Why are you up, (First name)?” “I had a nightmare and heard noises.” “No, the true reasoning.” Duncan looked on with a serious gaze, wanting an answer to the question that was truthful. “I couldn’t sleep because mom was so loud.” A laugh was shared between the two and the man ruffled the youngers hair, grin playing on those thin lips. “She was quite loud.” He replied in a humored tone, smiling due to her own with each giggle falling from her lips that was caused by him. A check of the time, 23:37, he scooped the smaller up with a grunt and snubbed his cigarette out on a passing table ashtray, taking smaller to her slumbering quarters. A tuck in, the light turned out, his shadow had began to recede behind a closed door before the quiet voice piped up once more. "Подождите (Wait)!” 

“Да (Yes)?” A pause, he stands in the doorway and waited for the other to speak.

“Goodnight, Duncan.”

“Goodnight, dove.”

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[TRIPLE OAKS, MONTANA, 2019]

“Move in, don’t stop until this Подонок (fucker) is dead.”

Shots ring out among the chilled air and the seasoned killer was quick to avoid, slipping narrowly from the shot aimed for his temple and taking the knife he brandished against the deer to someone that approached just a little too quickly for his taste. A quick succession of impales to the torso and a final slice to the neck. The gun the man brandished was stolen away in the struggle to keep his bowels in, used as a human shield against gunfire and allowed to take on two more men. A break of a hand, the snapping of a neck and the elbow dislocated in three places before being used to turn the gun on oneself. The man ducked away into his home, gun used for another series of downings and ear piece taken to speak through.

//“Donovan, speak to me.”//

//“Donovan isn’t here.”//

A moment of pause, the firing ceased and all was quiet, surely to search the home in attempts to figure out where he had gone within. Glass shattering, tear gas had been entered into the home and thrown back out before the gas had become too much. Another series of shots, another moment of silence.

//“We’ve looked everywhere for you Kaiser.”//

//“Must not have been looking hard enough.”//

Coughing, Duncan took his shots and while the gas was the distraction, sneaked his way beyond the home, sneaking on to where the last of the team remained. The sniper was taken out, rifle pointed and taking out the last members of the team. He recalled the motions he taught the girl from Russia, the words he needed to speak to keep her focused and remind himself, despite his seasoned nature just how to take the shot and when.

//“Where are you, Kaiser?”//

//“Who wishes to know?”//

“Me.” A click of a gun behind the man and he turned to rest on his aging back, rifle pointed at the woman and her body just narrowly missing the shot. Legs kicked out and head slammed onto the ground once, twice. By the fifth and a nice bit of blood gathering on the snow landscape, the man had her out and dragged the form to his home. The questioning process was to be done while she still had breath leaving her. It took hours for the woman to wake, the room spinning, body aching and sluggish. She struggled, bonds held in place and wrist chaffed from movement whenever the man reentered. He had wood tucked under his arms, set aside by the fireplace when he took note of the other. “You’re awake.”

The restrained woman didn’t reply to his words as she looked on to the other, vision going in focus and back out as the man steals a chair from the table and seats himself before the other with a light grunt. He placed a cancer stick upon his lips, resting and taking a drag after the lighter was placed and lit the end of the fag. He hummed when the woman struggled once more, shaking his head at the failed attempt and the indication to draw her attention was a clearing of his throat. Smoke filled the air once more, fluttering and falling onto delicate features. A cough, an attempt to escape the smoke and the man rose, moving over to the other and letting his foot rest on her leg in a heavy foot fall. It hurt, and the woman's attention was on the man who let the ash of the cigarette fall onto her lap, burning lightly but not as badly if he had put it out on her. “I need a name, agent.” 

“Fuck you.” A hit across the face, blood surfacing from nostrils and splattering onto the floor from the whiplash of the light. The woman licked at her crimson stained lips and when her face turned back to the man, she spits on him, the crimson landing on his cheek. Another series of hits resulting in a busted lip and blackened eye, she refused to give in just yet.

Fingers are snapped and bones dislocated, body bleeding in places the woman couldn’t even begin to recall being hurt in. She spits out a bit more blood that had been held in her mouth, the eye that wasn’t swollen shut blinking away the pain and bloodshot from a bit. She could have sworn she lost a tooth, but a check with her tongue and surprisingly they were still in place. “Name. Give me a name and this will all be over.” 

“I won’t tell you jack shit, Kaiser.” The click, the cold metal pressed to her temple and he looked on with dissatisfaction, eyes narrowing at the way she tensed. A moment of pause, his finger twitched over the trigger and before he could pull it, the woman rasped out a reply. “(First Name) (Last Name).”

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[SORTAVALA, RUSSIA, 1999]

“Duncan?”

The voice distracted the man with gun in hand, silent gaze falling back to the child who stood in a puddle of blood before him, entering from the solid wood doors out to the patio. It was windy, the snow heavy in the air and the shadow in the frost wind looking on with eyes that only a killer could pull off. He turned fully when he hears the panic within her tone, heart hammering as those sweet eyes met his own and he could hear the way she stuttered over her words. “M-Mama? Отец (Father)?” 

“(First name)-” 

“Why?” She asked with the waterworks spilling down her cheeks in such a heavy flow, he could only recall the time her father had yelled at her for coming in when he was arguing with Duncan. She was sobbing so hard due to his harsh words, and the Kaiser could only watch as her hands shook.

“(First name), I need you to come with m-”

“Нет (no)!”

The girl refused to go with the man covered in her parents blood, watching with blurred vision as the man took a step closer, then another. Each step forward was two steps back with the girls back ending up against the door as the man stopped her. A grunt and the thirty year old lowered to the child’s gaze, hand reaching to wipe her cheek and a red mark left across it as her tears were gathers and swept away. “You must be brave, and you must learn that fear is a downfall. Do you remember?” 

“Y-y-yes, Kaiser.” He was about to bring her into his side when his earpiece has given instruction.

//“Kill the girl. There will be no witnesses as our employer has stated, Kaiser.”// His gaze softened and the girl could only be left to guess what he had hear, the look crossing his features not of the fatherly love he once felt. He removed his earpiece, crushing the object beneath his boot and grasping the child by the back of her shirt, paying no mind to her protest and cries as he dragged her along. The deadweight she put on was straining yet he didn’t struggle, simply throwing her within a closet that was away from the view of the others. His gun was drawn, pointed.

“Duncan-”

“I’m sorry.”

A single tear rolls down his cheek and he pulled the trigger once, twice, until the magazine in his pistol was empty and the faint click sounding in the air signaled it was all over.

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[TRIPLE OAKS, MONTANA, 2019]

“You never aimed for me directly, but I still have the scars to show what you did. You killed my father, my mother, and you didn’t even bat an eye. I know you’re a better shot then that...why didn’t you just kill me when you had the fucking chance, Kaiser?” The woman looked on, venom behind each spoken syllable and body shaking as she took in the remembrance that was written on the elder mans face. Twenty years since that night, and she remembered every bloody detail, every damned drop of blood and the fear that swelled in her when he shot her, when he shed a tear and apologized before leaving her to die in the home with her parents. “I wanted to take you with me, to not let that h-” “Shut up, I don’t want to hear your excuses. I want to know the truth. Why didn’t you kill me?”

“Because I couldn’t bare to. You were so small, so kind and innocent to the world despite the hell you had seen….I couldn’t end your life there when you had the potential to do anything you wanted.” A saddened, almost hurt laugh and the woman shook her head, tears of crimson and salty substance falling down her cheeks as she looked on. “When I woke up in that hospital room, when I found out that you had visited me, left me gifts and tried to repair what you had done, I knew it was a damned man trying to seek salvation. I hated you, I wanted nothing to do with you.”

“(First name)-”

“I said shut up, Duncan. You don’t know what kind of hell you have put me through just because you thought you did the right thing and ‘spared’ me. I begged whatever the fuck was above or below to end me, to have me dead before I left that hospital so I wouldn’t do something like this, so I wouldn’t have gone after you. I’ve tracked you for so many years, I’ve searched the world and only when you decide to retire is when I get my chance to show you what you’ve made me become.”

“I’m sorry.”

His words stuck out in the air, and a moment of pause between the crying woman and the man who sheds a tear in the eyes of the other, they cooled off from the thrown words, from the pain shared.

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[SORTAVALA, RUSSIA, 2007]

“Ms. (Last Name), we would like to discuss with you about carrying on your father's business from where we have left off. We didn’t wish to bother you while pursuing a education, but it is very important to carry on with the work at hand.” A clear of a throat, a sip of scotch, the girl leaned forward with a gentle gaze resting upon the men who sat before her. “Two weeks ago, you had a birthday. We have given you this much time before asking you to carry on this business, I believe it is only fair.” Contradicting accents, the two men always wanted guns for their organizations, and one had caused her eye to twitch in annoyance. Bigger, wearing a color she dread, looked as if he belonged in some sick porno that required a bigger man of his size and telling by the smell of lotion heavy on his skin, it was damn near sickening. The other, poorly dressed for a meeting of this sort. Something of Hispanic or Latino background, he rested lazily in the plush, fine Russian leather of the chairs that creaked with each movement from the man of bigger variety.

“Gentlemen, if I may ask, why have you waited so long when you both know and I know that my competitors have advanced, it not surpassed this failure of a organization? Inactivity means loss of productivity and the end result is the loss of income and materials. You, Mr. Blut, know this well with your organization.” A chuckle sounded in the air and the man steals a sip of his glass that had been offered in the beginning of the meeting. “(First Name), if I may call you such-” “You may not.” The other snapped in return, earning a chuckle from the man that was seated beside the bigger man, humming with a frown at the look of distaste on the older man. “Get on with it, Mr. Blut. This is strictly professional.” 

“Right, we need your inventory once your ties begin to rebuild, and we are willing to pay top dollar for such if you are willing to sell solely to us.” 

“How much of a cut will I be getting for supplying my guns for your hit-men.” 

“Seven percent.” 

“Bump it up to fifteen and we’ll have a deal, Mr. Blut.” A laugh, and the woman continued to look on with a expression that screamed seriousness. The man was pissing her off with his humored manner, and she leaned forward, narrowed eyes ceasing his laughing fit. “Oh, you’re serious.” 

“Deadly.”

“Twelve-” 

“Fifteen and a bottle of premium Scotch, we’ll have a deal then and only then. Mr. Blut, if you want my guns and only my guns then I suggest you accept my terms and get the fuck out of my office, or I will personally have you escorted out of my home with a kick to your asses on your way out.” A cross of her arms, she lean back and the man takes a moment to mule such over. A pause, five seconds, ten, by twenty the man sighed and shook his head. “Let me call my financial adviser, and f she agrees, then you have yourself a deal, Ms. (Last Name).” The bigger man leaves the man of unknown ethnicity with the now seventeen year old girl who nursed her chilled glass, refilling when in due time. “So, chica, how long have you been-” 

“Listen here, compañero (buddy), I am not your chica, I am not your friend. If this deal goes through, I am your supplier and there will be nothing more than that. If you try anything in this time or if we do happen to be in my company as business partners, and try to make a move, Я снесу твой член и кормлю его собакам (I will blow your dick off and feed it to the dogs).” He laughed at her threat, but his silence was indication when a gun was placed upon the desk. “Do you even know how to use that thing?” 

“I’ve learned from one of the best.”

A moment later, the bigger variety of men returned with a huff and stood before the woman, hand outstretched. “I believe we have a deal, Ms. (Last Name).” She avoided his hand in favor of a nod, and gestured the man to leave her office, humming against the rim of her glass as she finished off the last contents.

When night fell, it was that of silence like the silence of any vacant home. She was alone in this world, no friends or family to recall. Her phone lights, a incoming call. She quietly took it in hand, looking down at the unknown number of American origin and frowned light. “Mr. Blut-”

“(First name).”

Silence, a pause. The caller could be heard by breath, soft, gentle, reminding her of when the man was teaching her how to hunt red deer. She was tempted to hang up, to leave him there and then but she paused, waiting for him to speak.

“I wish to talk to you, pl-”

“Don’t call this number again, Kaiser...I want nothing to do with you.”

“(First N)-”

The end of the call was sounded by a click, a hum following her words and the phone being set aside in favor for another glass of Scotch.

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[TRIPLE OAKS, MONTANA, 2019]

Within the hour, the man had the other untied, beginning work on bandaging and patching her up. The next, when the darkness of the woods when night had created silence over the land, they began their work in the snow covered, hardened soil, covering each with a toss of dirt. The bodies were hidden away, led back to the warmth and the fire started where the woman sat before. Plush collided with her side and even then, a groan falls from her lips in the hints of pain that shoot up within her body. “You can sleep on the couch.” “Thank you...Kaiser.” “Duncan.” The man looked the other over before undoing the laces to his boots, setting the leather, blood and dirt covered footwear off to the side and stealing another glance to the woman.

“How old are you now?”

“Twenty-nine.”

“It’s hard to imagine you would be this much older. I remember when you were just a little dove learning how to hunt. Your first deer and certainly not your last.”

“You’ve gotten old, Duncan. Retired I assume? Blut wanted you dead, but from my understanding, you took every last one of his men down and him included. Nice bit of work you did on the pig.”

A slight smile played on her lips and he rises from the bed, laying a pillow out for her on the couch. His stance kept behind her, watching as she strained and rose up, slowly making her way to the couch and easing herself down to lay. “Going to watch me sleep, old man?” 

“You never did let me talk to you, when I called. I wanted to apologize, to reunite and aid you. I-” 

“Duncan-” 

“Let me finish.” He gave a sigh, setting aside his jacket and looking over her injured form. “I wanted to make up for what you had lost. Be it money, someone to talk to. I wanted to be there for you when you had no one. I thought time would help mend wounds but I see it in this case, it has only created more.” Their eyes met finally, in that time period they had been reconnected, her gaze was soft, her smile was genuine yet saddened, pained. Time could mend some wounds.

“I...knew why you did it, a group asked you to kill them, and I want your help to find them...to kill them. The money was good, and orders were orders.” 

“(First Name).” 

“Hm?” 

“We’ll find who did this, I promise you.” The man gave a nod to the other, taking his place in bed. The woman eased onto her back, humming with a bit of pain and staring up at the ceiling. Once pass of the fan, two, three, and she gave a sigh.

“Thank you, Duncan.”Hey guys! If you liked this story and wish to see them before I post them to my Tumblr, go follow my Archive of Our Own page and get the stories there first! :D

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[messers-moony]

Five Hargreeves: “It’s bullshit in any language.”

Secret: Part One, Part Two

Summary: Five has a hidden soft spot for the Hargreeves friend. He makes a sudden decision when they start suspect something.

Sugar

Summary: Five meets his polar opposite in a library that he now spends most of his time in.

Serene: Part One, Part Two

Summary: Five’s wife has a room in their apartment for her own safe keeping. But Diego’s daughter accidentally reveals her biggest secret.

Cheating

Summary: Klaus gives Five’s girlfriend a dare to see how he’ll react.

Wish: Part One, Part Two

Summary: Five storms out to time travel after an argument with his wife and comes back to an unexpected surprise.

Head Over Heels

Summary: After the apocalypse Five notices a shy girl in the corner of Griddy’s Doughnuts and falls head over heels for her.

Hargreeves Holidays

Summary: A Christmas holiday with the Hargreeves.

Accepted

Summary: Five craves nothing more than to be accepted and loved by his siblings. That doesn’t appear to happen when he time travels back to 2019 after disappearing for seventeen years.

Soft

Summary: A new member joins the Umbrella Academy.

Left: Part One, Part Two

Summary: Five time travels into the future but is haste to realize his mistake.

Mine

Summary: Five pushes himself to the limit.

Babysitting: Part One, Part Two

Summary: After a gone wrong mission Five(19) babysits his five year old niece, Claire.

Valentines Day

Summary: Five attempts to change his bestfriends mind about Valentines day.

Despair: Part One, Part Two

Summary: Five time travels and leaves his bestfriend behind.

Home

Summary: Five goes through everything with his best friend, and when they return with the announcement of their marriage his siblings are appalled.

Loverboy

Summary: Five helps his girlfriend through something she’s been hiding for a long time.

Someday

Summary: The Handler kidnaps Five’s wife in hopes of him coming for her, yet he never does.

Drugs

Summary: Klaus invites a friend to the Academy to keep him on his sober streak.

Misunderstood

Summary: No one can truly the feeling of losing a twin except the other half.

Save you, Always

Summary: A mission at the zoo goes wrong.

Rainy Days

Summary: Five gets entranced by a girl who needs saving.

Secure

Summary: Five always keeps those he loves safe.

Enough

Summary: Everyone is enough despite their past.

Vulnerable

Summary: Five finds a girl who flips his world upside down.

Adventures

Summary: Five can only get a job at one place, a place he despises.

Illness

Summary: Five gets sick for the first time in a long time.

That Feeling

Summary: Five has never felt safe with anyone in his life, until her.

Work

Summary: Five doesn’t want the reader to go to work, he wants to cuddle instead.

Teacher

Summary: Five agrees with their nosy students.

FRIENDS

Summary: Five doesn’t like the relationship the reader has with Diego.

Safe

Summary: He didn't care because she was safe and in his arms.

Stormy Sundays

Summary: Five spends a rainy day with his love.

Occupation

Summary: Five gets fed up and takes a break from the apocalypse.

Devotion— Five Hargreeves X Reader (Series)

Summary: In which the Hargreeves siblings come together to stop the end of the world.

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Duncan Vizla Masterlist

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[vanaera]

Love at First Snow (jhs)

Synopsis | It is during the first snow Hoseok first meets Y/N. It is also during the first snow he prepares to put a ring on her. Little does he know, fate has other plans. (OR: As Hoseok relishes in the spirit of the Holiday season, he cannot help but also reminisce how you two, though entire polar opposites of each other, ended up together. Characters | dance major (and “academically-challenged”)!Hoseok x Genius!female reader (College AU) Prompt | “You know, you remind me a lot of the Grinch. The only difference is in the end, his heart grows three sizes, but you stay an asshole.” Genre | Fluff, Humor, Angst Wordcount | 16.9k (I’m sorry, this ended up longer than I intended) Warnings | Discussions of verbal abuse from toxic families and mentions of panic attacks A/N | Hi Cristine! It is I, snowflake, your secret santa! This is my gift for @bts-poetry for @bangtanarmynet, and @btsbookclub ‘s Secret Santa 2019 event! I combined this gift with the prompt I claimed in @kwritersworld’s 2019 Christmas Event as my inspirations for both events have merged into one story hehe.

              Everyone has some titles to live by. “Well-versed lawyer,” “patient teacher,” “single mother,” “broke student”—one-liner characteristics and descriptions enough for people to summarize the entirety of one another. From each other’s greatest achievements to their itty bitty mistakes, any of them can be used to replace an identifier. After all, people always see what they want to see. It all depends on what title sticks out the most to the majority around them.  For Jung Hoseok, he lives up to the title of a lovable boyfriend and a rare one, too. As whenever people look at him, the first thing they see is the aberrance of how he ended up….dating Y/N.

              There’s nothing wrong with him, or Y/N for that matter. It’s just…they are the most impossible couple to end up together as they are the most literal polar opposites of each other.

             People remember Jung Hoseok as the golden dance major of the prestigious South Tigers University. He got into the Performing Arts program, Major in Dance by acing the laborious dance audition despite his unimpressive results in the written exam. Hoseok’s colorful background from his long-term dance crew, Hope World, and his countless wins in different hip hop dance competitions were more than enough proof to know he is indeed one of the top dancers of the university. With a body capable of executing each move ever known to humankind with such grace and precision, Jung Hoseok also has a stage presence that warrants everyone’s unbridled attention. Thus, it is without question he is the prided Most Valuable Dancer of his university’s varsity dance crew, Synergy. The long line-up of trophies Synergy has placed in STU’s hall of glory, all thanks to the competitions Hoseok led, are enough to say Hoseok is literally the modern-day Apollo.

             However, it is not just his talent or insanely god-like face and physique that makes Hoseok so “golden.” Because as if Apollo wasn’t enough, Hoseok also impersonated Helios. Jung, Hoseok is warm and kind and funny. He easily makes everyone want to be his bestfriend the moment they met him. Most people often speak of him first thing in the morning with another wonderful feat he pulled off. Hoseok is great in the things he does — playing as the great wingman for people who need the extra push in their romances or becoming the occasional teacher’s pet who goes to the professor and (easily) successfully convinces them to give the class a deadline extension for a requirement. Hoseok turns up every campus party into the happiest event anyone could ever be in and he is such an amazing, sincere friend who remembers everyone’s birthday and gives out the nicest of hugs. Hell, Hoseok even volunteers in long-inactive “dead” college organizations like the Campus Drunk Patrol, Environment Protection Squad, and Animal Welfare Group in his free time. Hoseok is the literal sun and anyone who knows him — which is literally, everyone — will never be unable to deny otherwise.

             So when Hoseok expressed romantic interest in Y/N in sophomore year, everyone around him was beyond bewildered. Most especially, his friends.

             “Y/N?” Jimin sputters, “as in…The Y/N, L/N from our batch?”

             “Well, yeah-”

             “Like the Analytical Physics major Y/N L/N?” Taehyung gapes.

             “Yeah, I mean,” Hoseok sends them a questioning look, “is there any other Y/N L/N?”

             Taehyung scratches his head. “Well, no…I just thought there’s a Y/N in another batch?”

             Hoseok gives him a pointed look, unamused.

             But Taehyung’s true sentiment is voiced out when Jimin half-screams at their table, “Why her?!”

             “Well, why not her?” Hoseok half-smiles, picking on the fries that were dropped scattered onto the table after Jimin unceremoniously pounded his fist on the surface in an act of over-exaggeration.

             Taehyung sends Hoseok a disgusted look but continues his friend’s argument, “Dude, she’s like, the entire opposite of you.”

             “And that is an understatement.” Jimin points a fry toward his direction, glaring at Hoseok.

             Hoseok huffs, “Oh c'mon, you’re all just going overboard. What happened to the golden rule ‘don’t judge a book by its cover?’”

             “First of all, Y/N’s not a book,” Jimin scoffs. “She’s like, the whole fucking library of science textbooks. Last sem, we’re busy doing a group project when Y/N suddenly spewed some SOHCAHTOA shit about the Bermuda Triangle. As if the things she said are already a whole level of weird, she even said them in a manner like Liam Neeson’s ‘I don’t know who you are but I’m going to kill you’ monologue from Taken. And second of all, the golden rule is ‘do not do unto others what you do not want others to do unto you,’ dumbass.”

             “Okay I got the golden rule wrong,” Hoseok groans, “but nevertheless, you’re still violating it by judging Y/N.”

             “In our defense tho,” Taehyung mumbles over the straw of his milkshake, “Y/N judged us first. I was watching Orange one time in the library and she came over and took a seat with me. And then she said some alien gibberish about how Naho Takamiya always fall stupidly on the stairs because she said, by verbatim, ‘according to basic logic and common sense, that’s not how projectiles work,’” Taehyung clicks his tongue and Jimin cringes. Taehyung continues, “Y/N said Naho wouldn’t fly to the hallway when she tripped on the actual steps. She even actually drew a diagram with computations of Naho’s fall and gave it to me before she abruptly got up and go. God, I’ve never felt so stupid and insulted both at the same time.”

             “And,” Jimin adds, “last December, I shared a meme on Facebook about turning on your brain instead of your heart this coming 2017 and guess what she did? She commented below “guess, you’ll just die of heart failure before 2017 even comes.” Jimin rolls his eyes, “She made me feel dumb as if I don’t know how heart failure works. So us judging her back is just fair and square.”

             “But you don’t actually know how heart failure works,” Hoseok retorts. He glares at Taehyung, “And dude, to be honest, Orange is overrated and Naho really flies whenever she trips, or gets tripped, on the stairs.” Hoseok throws up his hands in annoyance. “Seriously, are you two judging her for just…I don’t know, being smart?!”

             Taehyung sighs. “Okay, that’s a bit true, but the thing is, Hobi, our IQ levels are already a bit higher than yours—”

             “What’s that got to do with this?!”

             “—And if Y/N’s already treating us like the biggest idiots of the world,” Jimin continues Taehyung’s words, “then what chance do you have in having a decent conversation with her? Much less a more fruitful one that could end up in a romantic relationship? There’s like a 99.9 percent sure-ness she will make you more of an idiot than us!”

             “Yeah,” Taehyung nods. “Her thoughts are composed of quadratic formulas and science shit like ‘the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.’ While I’m not even sure you know what DNA stands for.”

             Hoseok gawks, “Of course I know what DNA stands for!”

             “Then say it,” Jimin cocks a brow.

             “Dual Nucleus Association—fuck, why am I even doing this—” Hoseok glares at his friends, “What do you take me for? An imbecile?”

             “Well, yeah,” Taehyung says honestly.

             “That’s why right now, we’re telling you to drop anything you’re feeling in that,” Jimin points to Hoseok’s chest, “for Y/N. Hell, how will you even click together? Y/N’s allergic to nonsense and emojis and your daily vocabulary is entirely nonsense and eggplant emojis.”

             Hoseok opens his mouth to argue he also knows about the clown emoji but before he can utter a word, Taehyung beats him to it.

             “Dude, we’re not telling you this to insult you.” Jimin snorts and Taehyung closes his eyes before he looks again at Hoseok’s eyes, “Okay, maybe we’re enjoying teasing you a little too much. But we can say this is just payback for you not letting us go home earlier yesterday because you said we ‘need improvement’ which I damn well think not, bitch.” Hoseok squirms and Taehyung claps his shoulder hard, making him wince. “Anyway, what we’re trying to say, Hoseok, is we just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

             “How will I get hurt?! Nothing’s happened yet. I’m just saying I like Y/N—”

             “That’s what we’re worried about, Hoseok,” Jimin cuts him. “Nothing’s happened yet but we know something already did.”

            “Like what?”

            “You like Y/N. That’s the problem,” Jimin deadpans. “Hoseok we know you like to take relationships seriously. We even know that when you set your heart on a girl, your imagination is already two steps ahead, playing your wedding in your head.”

            Hoseok gulps, a guilty sweat forming on his temple.

            “But you see, Y/N belongs to that type of people who have their what-will-you-be-in-10-years solidly planted in their heads. And it’s highly probable a relationship, much less a wedding, is written in those 10-year plans. Much more, art majors like us are stigmatized to bound for failure because society is still close-minded and deems art won’t feed us. And by the meaning of society, it’s the ‘almighty and noble’ science folks Y/N belongs to. For God’s sake, there’s a lot of movies that have already forecasted science and art don’t mix!” 

            “Well, I don’t remember any movies—”

            Taehyung looks at Hoseok, incredulous. “Dude, there’s like The Theory of Everything—”

             “That’s science and faith!”

            “Stephen Hawking’s ex-wife sang in a choir. And she also started writing after their divorce! So that’s still art!”

            Hoseok was about to retaliate when he feels Jimin clasp a firm hand on his shoulder. He looks at him. Jimin sighs, “Hoseok, we just want you to not regret your decisions in the end. Y/N belongs to those snobbish high-hat people who treat everyone below them like dirt. There’s plenty of other girls out there who are much nicer than Y/N. Nice just like you. For one, why don’t you try giving a chance to the girls who’ve been crushing on you since freshman year? I know a few and they’re actually sweet. Just anyone who’s not Y/N. Seriously, just trust us on this, Hobi.”

             Except Hoseok does not. If there is one characteristic to describe Hoseok other than nice and talented, that would be his hard-headedness. He didn’t listen to his parents when they tried to discourage him from taking dance as his major. Hoseok disregarded numerous peers’ suggestions to join a frat so he can “shine more.” He even disregarded the toxic masculinity fraternities promoted by rocking pink overalls with his sparkly ugly sneakers and multicolored acorn pouch (which Jimin told him was the bane of the entire fashion industry) at least once a week. He even changes it up with other colorful ensembles the fashion students make. Hoseok did not even listen to Taehyung when the former told him not to drink before taking their finals in World History because, "no Hoseok, the alcohol does NOT bring back memories.”

             And look where his stubbornness got him. Hoseok became one of the greatest dancers his university has ever handled. His sole talent is enough for him to get invited to teach classes in several prestigious art colleges in the country. Hoseok gained more fulfilling and growth-inspiring friendships than surface-level ones offered by frats. He enjoyed more substantial conversations than booze temptation and toxic, trivial fights over games and girls. Hoseok even accidentally created a modeling career with local brands after his viral modeling of a peach acorn-inspired outfit for the project of his fashion major friends. Although him disregarding Taehyung’s reminders was a big mistake as he totally flunked World History, that night actually made Hoseok learn his lesson not to drink before the finals (and also because he learned the alcohol does not bring back memories he actually needed for the exam. But memories of his most embarrassing moments — like the one where he ended up performing in a children’s party as a fairy godmother—complete with the rainbow gown, fairy wings, plastic crown, and wand—because he mixed up the location of the college’s Halloween party with his friend’s family get-together).

             So, why would Hoseok listen to Jimin and Taehyung when setting his eyes and heart for Y/N feels like the most right decision he has ever made in his life? Especially when Y/N’s nowhere the high-hat snobbiety concept Jimin put her in. Hoseok is sure about this because he started to see and know her more than anyone else could after the fateful night of the Science Majors’ last year’s Christmas party.

             “Is that Y/N?” Hoseok squints his eyes. The person walking towards him is clad in a black coat and indigo satin slip-dress that falls short on her mid-thigh. Her hair is a mess and her small glittery satchel is slipping off her shoulders even if she adjusted it again and again. Not to say she’s also limping on her two-inch silver heels. When the girl raises her head and sees him, her face falls into an annoyed scowl. Hoseok right then confirms it is aberrantly, and shockingly, Y/N. At the sight of recognition in his face, Y/N immediately runs away in the opposite direction. Hoseok finds himself already chasing after her before his mind could acknowledge that he is actually running after the campus’ excruciating goody-two-shoes in the ass'o clock of the night.

             Hoseok easily catches up to Y/N. He blocks her way, causing her to halt. Hoseok hunches as he breathlessly puffs, “Hey Y/N, why you so fast?”

             “No-none of your business Jung Hoseok,” Y/N turns away from him and crosses her arms. Hoseok almost smiles. It is amusing how she effortlessly pulls her usual “intimidator stance” even in such a weird scenario.

             “Well, it is my business if you’re wandering on campus grounds in the night and obviously not sober.”

             Y/N whips her head towards him, “I am sober. What are you even here for?”

             “According to my eyes, you’re clearly drunk. Look,” Hoseok points to her face, “you look red all over and you can’t even look at me straight.” 

            Y/N slaps his hand away. 

            Hoseok puts his hands back in his pockets, “You’re clearly doing some beautiful eyes challenge right now.” 

            Y/N cringes at him but Hoseok continues, “And for your second question, I’m patrolling for the Campus Drunk Patrol.” He smiles and points to the logo on his jacket.

             Y/N leans forward and squints at the logo. Seeing her raised brow, Hoseok explains, “We aim to help drunk students sober up before commuting home. We can also escort them to their dorm facades and notify their RAs to come and get them.”

             Y/N still has her brow raised, skeptical. Hoseok sighs, “Well, it’s a dead org so I understand why you don’t believe me. If I also learn some org that’s been inactive for five years has suddenly gone active, I will be skeptical, too. But trust me on this, okay? I’ll just walk you around until you’re sober enough to know how to go home. I heard you’re dorming here. I can help you get to your dorm if you want.”

             Y/N still looks unconvinced and Hoseok releases a sigh again. He juts his thumb and points to his back, “We have our Patrol Marshal stationed there by the campus gates. He can totes see us here and tell you’re one of the stubborn drunk students who refuse to cooperate with our protocol.” 

            Hoseok smugly puts his weight on his left foot.“You can refuse and go ahead. But because the marshal doesn’t let drunk people he already caught go home, he will notify the head RA and trust me when I tell you I’ve seen a lot of students end up in bigger trouble for not complying with our joint protocol with the RA Council. Or,” Hoseok smiles, “you could just make our lives easier by letting me help you sober up.”

             Y/N looks away, gnawing on her lip. When Hoseok hears a faint “fine” come from her, he has to keep his jaw from hanging open.

             Because, why wouldn’t he be flabbergasted?

             Y/N L/N, the fearsome Analytical Physics major, is not the sweetest star out there. With a resting bitch face, innateness to give cold replies, gift of the perpetual judging stare, and insensitivity to joke cues, Y/N is one of the hardest people to cooperate with. It is not entirely because she does not put in any effort. No one just found it easy, or tolerable even, to interact with her. Sure, Y/N’s smart, a genius in Hoseok’s eyes. However, what stuck to everyone’s memory is how she unconsciously belittles everyone around her. Y/N gives out unnecessary run-throughs of chemistry concepts about any movie or animation brought up in a conversation. She instantly goes grammar-nazzi on anyone who slips on the rules of English grammar, especially when people make errors concerning the Oxford comma in their papers. She even goes out of her way to explain to her fellow students the physics of how and why they drove or parked badly with their bike or scooter.

             But the pinnacle of Y/N’s negative reputation has to be her merciless removal of her senior’s name, Oh Sehun, from the case study required in Communication Media Theories. In her very first year in university, at that. Although her action is justified as Sehun did not contribute anything at all in the group project, this name removal caused outrage among every college student. Sehun, who is actually the college’s renowned quarterback, graduated late and was now behind of his original team who already got into the professionals. All because of Y/N. Hence, the people in the university have started to associate her name with the title “stuck-up-iest bitch to ever walk on Earth.” Some don’t even seem to remember her name. All everyone knew is that Y/N’s one hell of a condescending bitch.

             So having Y/N walk silently by his side, cooperating for the first time without reciting her rights based on the constitution with such accuracy in verbatim while passively and implicitly insulting him, Hoseok cannot help to be so shocked.

             Noticing the complete silence that has surrounded them two, Hoseok breaks from his trance and leads Y/N to the college’s cafe. It’s already closed, given the lateness of the night, but it has their outdoor metal chairs set-up outside. He lets Y/N plop down on one of the metal seats as he produces a coffee-in-can for her.

             “Do you just casually carry around canned coffees with you?”

             “No, just when I am on duty for the patrols. Caffeine is the best way to help people sober up fast.” Hoseok inserts an edible straw for her and she grabs the drink.

             “I don’t think so,” Y/N mutters, “Human body processes consumed alcohol on its own, thus, it’s processing speed is neither affected nor aided by any exterior substances. With this, there’s no such actual thing as 'sobering up fast.’ It just feels like that because caffeine is a stimulant and hence, counters the sedative effect of alcohol, making you feel alert and appear to be sober.” Y/N takes another sip, “Nevertheless, thanks for the free coffee.”

              Hoseok almost gapes. The people were not kidding about how Y/N casually spouts science shit wherever she goes. Although he’s supposed to get tipped off, Hoseok just finds this set-up oddly amusing. He leans forward in his seat and props up his arm on the table to cup his face. “Anyway, why are you out in the late of the night?”

                 Y/N gives him an unamused look, “Because I was obviously partying. Is there any other party in the campus right now than the Science Majors’ Christmas party?”

              “You’re right,” Hoseok chuckles, “but what I mean is, why are you already outside? The party doesn’t end 'til 2 A.M.”

              “I just decided I want to go home.”

              “Why?”

              Y/N drops her drink on the table, “Are you just gonna ask me 'why’ everytime?!”

              Hoseok tilts his head and smiles, “Talking with drunk people is part of our protocol in sobering up. So, yeah, I’m gonna ask why every time until the redness on your nose and cheeks subsides a little.”

              “Fine,” Y/N hisses. She gives Hoseok a steely glare, “This night is the first time I’ve done something so stupid such as going to a party in an attempt to expand my connections. It turns out everyone still irrationally hates me about Oh Sehun’s name removal and they refused to interact with me. They kept sending me glares  while I just pathetically stood in the corner of the room for the duration of the party, dumbly holding a cup of some alcoholic drink I just realized 30 minutes ago was what you call ‘spiked.’ These pretty heels I wore hurt my ankles and toes all for nothing.” Y/N covers her face with her palms, “God, I don’t even know why I’m opening up about these things with you when it’s just the first time I talked with you. Maybe it’s just because I’m just drunk, god, it’s so stupid–”

              “It’s not stupid,” Hoseok interjects and Y/N raises her head from her hands. Hoseok smiles, “When there’s too much alcohol in our system, we get to do stuff we never knew we can. And sometimes, they are things we really desire to do but dare not let out in the open, afraid of what others may think. And it may come off as stupid as you’re letting your heart do the talking instead of your brain. But you know what? You have to be stupid sometimes to acknowledge what your brain may be missing out on. Plus,” Hoseok stretches open his arms wide, “there’s just the two of us here so no one can really judge you because hey, I’m just all ears here. After all, I’m just an officer of the Campus Drunk Patrol helping you sober up.” At the sight of Y/N’s pursed lips and eyes set on the coffee beside her, looking as if she’s convinced (and it looks like it’s not like her to admit it), Hoseok smiles wider and leans forward. “Now, back to your story. Why did you decide to go to a party?”

              “Because,” Y/N sighs, “I don’t know, @keanu_reeves_is_the_real_daddy from Hoboken said in Reddit that going to parties is a great opportunity to make friends.” Y/N looks down at her hands and interlocks them, “I’m just–I’m just desperate to get some friends. I’m already in second year, and still, no one wants to be with me. I often talk about how I don’t care whether people like me or not. Most of the time, I really do not care at all. But sometimes...it also gets lonely when you feel everyone seems to hate you.”

              “Well, I’m not everyone.”

              Y/N looks up at him, frowning, “That’s a great joke, Hoseok. I saw you hanging with Jimin just yesterday and I heard my name as the subject and "stick-in-the-ass bitch” as the predicate in a couple of sentences.“

              "Hate to break it to you, sweetie, but it was just Jimin who talked bad about you. Did you hear me say your name and 'stick-in-the-ass’ in one sentence?”

              Y/N glares at him. She then rips her gaze away from him to set them back on her interlocked fingers. “What are you trying to imply, Hoseok?”

               "I’m trying to imply, if you want to have a friend, I’m willing to be one.”

               "But you already got lots of friends.”

               Hoseok smiles, “That doesn’t mean I have no room left for one more.”

              Y/N gives him that skeptic look again and Hoseok snorts. “Hey, I’m being serious here. I really want to be your friend if you’d like. And no, it’s not because I pity you.” 

              Y/N raises a brow at him in disbelief and Hoseok purses his lips. He raises his hands in surrender, “Ooohkay, maybe like 0.001 percent I do, but 99.999 percent I just don’t like how everyone hates you for something that is not actually your fault. I really want to get to know you if you’d let me.”

                 Y/N just stares at him and Hoseok, for the first time in his life save for the days he’s answering written exams, has literally no idea what to do. Is Y/N angry at him for blurting out those things? Or is she aggravated he seemed plastic? But Hoseok knows he meant every single thing he said because first and foremost, he cannot lie even if he wanted to. He’s a goddamn horrible liar that anyone will know he’s lying before he can even start to lie. Second, he always says the first thing that comes to his mind because, in the majority of his life, he is incapable of thinking first before doing something. And third, Hoseok really meant what he said. He’s always been curious about Y/N. Jimin and Taehyung always talk ill about her and from the numerous negative shits he hears from them, he can’t help but think that maybe, her reputation is just one big hell of a rumor. It’s just impossible that so many rumors and negative comments about someone who he rarely sees outside the university, to be true. 

              Hoseok knows because he also has his fair share of rumors he has struggled to disprove. Like how he “cheated” in dance contests because no one can’t believe someone is just so exceptionally talented that they can win every single competition they join. Or how he “slept around” with almost half of the female population in the university just because he has lots of female friends and he loves to joke around with eggplant and saliva emojis in his texts. It’s hard to be contained in such one definitive title, much more a heavily negative one. Hoseok knew what it felt and it feels it’s just wrong to stay as a standbyer while the entire university jeers on Y/N for such a trivial reason.

              “Do-do you really mean that?”

              Hoseok looks at Y/N and nods. “Yes, I do.”

              Something wet drops on his jacket and Hoseok looks up at the sky. The sky is pitch black, save for the white inklets dotting the atmosphere, lightening up the dark horizon along with the glow of sparkling snowflakes. He turns to Y/N and smiles, “Oh look, it’s the first snow.”

              Y/N returns his smile this time. She tells him she wants to stay for ten more minutes to appreciate the snow before going home. Hoseok grins at her and says he’s got enough time to spare before his duty ends.

              The next day, Y/N’s frowning at Hoseok as the latter awkwardly holds his lunch tray next to her table.

              “Uhhh, aren’t you standing by the wrong table? Your friends sit over there.”

              “No,” Hoseok quips. “Jimin and Taehyung are not seated anywhere here because their lunches are scheduled way later today. And, this, in my opinion,” Hoseok scoots to Y/N’s side and sits down beside her, “is the perfect table.” Hoseok digs in his lunch and grins at her, “You should probably start eating now, too, y'know? Your food’s gonna get cold.”

              “I–” Y/N bites her lip and look away before she refocuses a glare at his face, “Are you really taking seriously your joke last night?”

              “It’s not a joke,” Hoseok retorts, dropping his utensils. “I’m serious about everything I said." 

              "But I didn’t mean mine. I’m drunk, remember?”

              “If you really didn’t mean them,” Hoseok looks at her, “then you can just tell me to leave. I’ll do whatever you say.”

              Y/N stares at him, brows scrunched together as if conflicted. She looks down on her hands on her lap and sighs, “I…don’t really want you to…leave. I’m sorry, I just…thought you’re just playing with me. You know all of this is still new to me. I’m sorry.”

              “Hey, it’s fine,” Hoseok chuckles, “no need to be so serious. We can take things slowly as long as you’d like.” Y/N pulls up a small smile and Hoseok grins. “Let’s finish our lunches and then we can look at memes. Memes are essential building blocks in friendships.”

              “Really?”

              “Yeah. Taehyung and I became friends after we accidentally sent each other hilarious anti-government blinking man memes.”

              It is needless to say the entire university goes berserk later when they find Y/N, the campus bitch, and Hoseok, the university’s sunshine boy, guffawing over chemistry memes during lunch. Hoseok does not understand a thing, but he enjoys laughing with Y/N as she passionately explains to him each concept and why they are funny.

              It is true that Y/N wasn’t the dearest person in the world. Hoseok learned this after weeks of dealing with her unintentional snarkiness and unnecessary science lessons that may seem insulting and offensive to others. But through the time he got to befriend her, Hoseok learns Y/N is just too smart for her own good. Y/N always goes around like an encyclopedia because she doesn’t know what else to say when she wants to find common grounds with other people. It is just unfortunate that Y/N cannot speak of anything that does not involve quantum mechanics and chemical structures.  Meanwhile, her unintended snarkiness is always directed to people’s redundancy and anomalies in their speech. Hoseok found out about this as soon as February rolled in, that it has to do with the restrictive childhood Y/N had. This, he discovered when Professor Minyoung Park called for him after his Science 11 GE class.

              “Hoseok, I see you getting close with Y/N, these days.”

              “Yes ma'am,” Hoseok replies. He sits on the chair in front of her desk.

              “Oh, then you must have been familiar with how she can get,” Ms. Park leans forward, “not so…friendly around people. I know she and her mind of hers can be a little too much for others.”

              Hoseok’s forehead furrows. How did Professor Park know? Although Y/N’s bad reputation has easily spread like wildfire among college students, not many professors or any of the university staff have shown any interest in her life other than her impressive academic standing. Hoseok asks, “How did you know, Ms. Park?”

              The 40-year old professor leans back and smiles. “Would you believe I used to tutor Y/N L/N back in middle school?”

              “No way,” Hoseok’s jaw drops open.

              Ms. Park chuckles, “Yes, it’s true. I know, what a coincidence right?  I remember how that pretty girl used to be so insecure about her braces.”

              “Yeah, she must be so…adorable back then,” Hoseok looks away bashful. He’s not used associating Y/N with such adjectives. Saying them aloud feels too weird on his tongue.

              Ms. Park’s voice makes him turn back to her. “Until now she is. It’s just a shame how she did not outgrow her…usual speech style. But in her defense, it’s not entirely her fault.”

              Hoseok’s eyes widen. His curiosity is instantly piqued. “What do you mean, Ms. Park?”

              “Well, Y/N L/N is brought up in a home…quite not friendly for children growing up. The L/Ns is a prestigious family. Not for their wealth, but for their remarkable lineage of geniuses. Y/N’s great grandparents are renowned mathematician whizzes. Her grandparents own Fields medals for their remarkable contributions in mathematics. Moreover, Y/N’s parents are well-respected chemists in almost every pharmaceutical congregation. Even their relatives are families of renowned doctors and engineers. From over ten years of tutoring her, I noticed how expectations pile up upon the short shoulders of young Y/N. Every single school day, Y/N has to attend cram schools and private tutoring after her classes to ensure she stays on top of the overall batch standing. She also has to be exposed to upper-class parties at such a young age which I think does not help anyone at all. Especially a child. All the people ever do there is brag about their achievements, scour for new families to ally with or manipulate, and eye each other’s mistakes so they can prove publicly how better they are than everyone else.” Ms. Park looks at Hoseok in the eyes, “Believe me, I used to dream about attending such parties until I finally learned how they go when I’ve been invited by the L/Ns. And with Y/N being a single child, all eyes were on her. So any room for mistakes is non-existent. Her parents assured her to grow like the perfect daughter they wanted her to be by making sure her movements are always constantly monitored and kept in check. You think Y/N studied here because this is just a prestigious school? No. The L/Ns wanted to send her abroad. To Harvard. Y/N refused and convinced them instead she’ll study here because I work here. And her parents trust me that I can be their eyes to see Y/N’s progress.”

              Hoseok nods but he cannot help but let his mouth hang open at everything he’s discovering right now. No one really knew anything about Y/N. And suddenly out of nowhere, on some random Thursday afternoon, he is introduced into a pandora box of history where everything about her suddenly seems to make sense.

              Ms. Park must have noticed his troubled face so she reaches out and holds Hoseok’s hand. “Hoseok, I’m not telling you these to pressure you. In fact, I am happy Y/N finally found someone who can listen to her and understand her, instead of watching her like a glass-cased perfect doll. I’m just telling you all these not to excuse the mistakes she has done but for you to understand where she’s coming from, especially when interacting with her can be difficult sometimes. So I hope you won’t give up on her, Hoseok. I know you’re a good kid. I just want Y/N to finally enjoy herself like every other college student out there.”

              And Hoseok, with his ever characteristic stubbornness did not give up on you.

“What do you mean I cannot state the faulty quantum mechanics in Antman to Taehyung?!” Y/N scowls at Hoseok, fingers frozen on the book she has mid-taken away from the shelf.

“Because you will break Taehyung’s heart,” Hoseok purses his lips and steps nearer to her, almost cornering her to the back of the bookshelf. “And can you lower your voice? We’re in a library.”

“For the same reason you should also back up a bit as I do not fancy you borderline sexually harrassing me.”

“Sexual harassment?!” Hoseok whisper-yells, “I’m stepping closer to you because I feel the need to whisper louder for you to get my point that you should not explain whatever Antman’s faulty quantum shit to Taehyung because that will make him angry. And sad!”

“Why will he be angry?” Y/N sticks her nose up and crosses her arms. “Shouldn’t he feel grateful I am adding heuristic value to his existing knowledge?”

Hoseok drags a hand down his face, “Well, I didn’t say you cannot explain some facts to Taehyung. I’m just saying you don’t tell him those things in a matter-of-factly way you always do because he’ll think you’re insulting him for watching such movies.”

“How should I say them then?” Y/N quips back.

Y/N learns the answer to her question before she knew she already did it. She realizes it when she gets out of her film class and Hoseok, who has been waiting for her last period to finish, asks her how did it go.

“Well, I told him 'The film Antman is quite weird.’”

“And what did he say?”

“Taehyung grinned at me and high-fived me.”

“Well then, it was successful. Much better than how you initially decided to do it,” Hoseok grins.

“But still…I called Ant Man weird, I’m still perplexed why Taehyung is pleased.”

“Calling something weird is a common expression to us,” Hoseok starts and Y/N tilts her head. Hoseok explains further, “’Weird’ can mean as a good endearing weird or an insulting ‘weird.’ If you added statistics of probability and some laws with calling something ‘weird,’ it will sound like 'Hypothesis one is proven: the movie is confirmed to be bullshit because of unquestionable proof.’ And that will appear insulting because you are not giving room for others’ opinions to be valid. It will make you look you’re belittling them if you said it that way. But today, you did not. See?” Hoseok smiles, “you do not have to state 100 percent what you really meant. Just a bit of truth you find essential for others to know is already enough for a small talk.”

Y/N nods, her lips morphed into an amused “oh.”

Hoseok grins as he puts his hands on his waist, “Trust me on this. I became Mr. Congeniality last year for a reason.”

“What does it have to do with making small talk?”

“It means, I am the expert in making small talk.”

***

“C'mon, Y/N, let’s go to the spring festival. Please, please, please, pleaseeee.”

“No, Hoseok,” Y/N pulls her hand from his grip, “I have to study for our finals.”

“But, Y/N, it’s too early for that. The finals is yet to come 'til next month! Look at me, I do not feel any pressure to study yet.”

“But that’s because you do not have any academic standing to maintain.”

Hoseok’s face falls and Y/N immediately rectifies her mistake. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that, Hoseok. Of course, I know you also value your class standing, given your program and all. I’m sorry I’m being insensitive again.”

Hoseok breaks into a laugh. “Oh my god, I’m just fucking around with you! You’re partially right though, I don’t have an academic standing to maintain but a performative one. Although I still have to keep my grades up so I can continue studying here. Anyway,” Hoseok grins at Y/N, offering his hand out, “I only accept apologies in the form of accompanying me to the spring festival.”

“Fine, Hoseok,” Y/N  begrudgingly accepts his hand. But Hoseok cannot miss the small smile forming on her lips.

“Don’t fret tho,” He boops her nose and she cringes at him, “we can  insert some Q&A sessions later so you can do a bit of studying if you’d still like.”

“How will we do that?”

Y/N learns the answer to that when she finds themselves screaming from the opposite ends of the giant boat ride.

“HOSEOK, DAMN YOU!”

The boat tips and her stomach drops but all she can hear is Hoseok screaming.

“WRONG, Y/N. The answer to the drilling ship which can dig 'til the mantle of the earth IS CHIKYU! NOW, off to the next question. What are CYANOBACTERIA?!!!”

              But Hoseok does more than just sticking by Y/N’s side and not giving up on her. He falls in love with her.

              Through the months he has become Y/N’s friend, Hoseok cannot help but be endeared by her. The things about her he never thought will come as close to what he calls cute suddenly grows on him. It grows too much that he lives off every single one of them. Even if it usually ends with him getting roasted. He used to get frustrated by Y/N’s never-ending witty comebacks. Now, his heart started singing during their bicker-banters that Hoseok even started to look forward to their bickering. Y/N’s smile that Hoseok used to think was a standard horror level of creepy is now all he could dream about when he’s asleep, and even when he’s awake. The way Y/N laughs at him, or smiles when she sees him were heart-warming. Until they upped 100 million levels and now they have become cataclysmic for his heart. The way Y/N patiently teaches him his lessons, or how her science-y jokes and memes become funny was something Hoseok used to overlook as trivial. Now, he couldn’t wait for the days he’ll bring his notebooks to the library and stare at Y/N’s face while she teaches him quantum mechanics and chemical structures. 

              Y/N’s small “tokens of appreciation,” as what she called it, like her handmade ‘thank you’ cards she gives Hoseok every month, or her invitations for Hoseok to accompany her to some street event or nearby dance event, or as uneventful as a new food stall that has opened in the university were something Hoseok never put much thought on. Now, they’re Hoseok’s source of both happiness and headaches as they make his heart fly and his brain ache for thinking too much into her actions. The way Y/N looks at him like never someone else has before—so attentive and focused in everything he says as if everything that comes from his mouth has so much worth listening to. Even if it’s a disgusting tale of how he almost shitted his pants before their science exam because he didn’t listen to Jimin when he told him to stop binge-eating spicy wings as a coping mechanism to stress, Y/N listens. This used to be something Hoseok treats as his special privilege as her friend. But now, it has become a national treasure he does not want to share with others. Especially with Namjoon, his roommate, whom Y/N managed to befriend because the former is a Biology major who’s on the same level as Y/N’s intellectual prowess. God, Hoseok cannot even count on his hands the number of times he’s been conflicted if it was jealousy on Namjoon’s effortless way to make Y/N laugh, or petty anger because he cannot even understand their jokes. 

              Hoseok doesn’t know how or why he suddenly felt all of these things for Y/N. It just happened. And so is how he accidentally blurted it out to her during one of their conversations, despite Jimin and Taehyung’s adamant warnings not to ask her out.

              "And whenever I use the microscope in my room, I’m always scared turning the coarse knob so much. It will be horrifying to see the objective lens break the slide and the coverslip.”

              “Y/N, I like you.”

              YN’s jaw goes slack and she stares at him, eyes wide. Hoseok almost feels perspiration dot his entire hairline for what feels like ten whole minutes in purgatory. Will Y/N leave? Will she scream at him, laugh at him even for his audacity? Will she reject him? Of course she will, what is he thinking? Taehyung and Jimin are right. Y/N is smart and he is too dumb for her to even fulfill at least an ounce of her standards. Y/N is respectable and he is a shameless clown–

              “I…am allowing you to be sexually attracted to me, Hoseok.”

              “W-what?”

              “I said,” Y/N looks straight into his eyes, “I am giving you permission to like me, Hoseok.”

              Hoseok balks. “P-permission? W-why do I need permission?”

              “Because, if you’re going to like me, I need you to know I am acknowledging your sexual attraction to me seriously,” Y/N stands up, putting her hands in the pockets of your coat. “It will be a waste if you do not want a long-term commitment. I do not have time to dwell on anything less than that.”

              Lucky for Y/N, so does Hoseok and he wastes no time proving it to her. For the course of six months, Hoseok courts her in the most possible best Hoseok-way. Y/N lived the majority of her life within suffocating walls surrounded by academics, titles, honors, and people waiting for her to fall. Hoseok wanted to take her with him on a break (and a possible future lifestyle) away from them all. So he takes Y/N to carnivals, dance events, and festivals–ranging from streets decorated in cheap glowing lanterns to grander events that have remarkable fireworks displays.

              Hoseok shows Y/N himself at his most vulnerable and strongest. He lets her watch him perform alone in practice rooms as he expresses the things muddled in his head, things he never dares to say to anyone else. Y/N’s been with him when he broke down due to his anxiety concerning his not-so-impressive acads. She was also with him in his embarrassing drunk adventures. Hell, Y/N even participated in his crew’s weird end-of-the-sem party. She let Hoseok dress them two like the two robbers from Home Alone–complete with the rageddy cut gloves and dirty face makeup. But, Y/N has also seen Hoseok’s crew’s successful university tours, the exclusive events he got invited to, and his dance recitals that got many theater and entertainment scouts crowding the room he’s dancing in.

              Hoseok shows all of himself to Y/N. Willingly and so transparently, that in turn, she started to show him her self, too. Y/N let him see her in her utter glory. She let him see her receiving awards from various electronics competitions and exhibitions, her creating the first demo of her portable printer and scanner machine that earned many positive reviews from numerous investors, and her getting featured in not just the university’s newspaper or any other school’s newspapers, but the city’s news for a composting machine she invented. And, Y/N also let Hoseok see her at her worst. She let him see her get told off by one of the people she had unconsciously insulted in the hallways, her failing her Communication GE classes, and her having a panic attack when her parents announced yet again another party of scholars who wish to see what she’s been up to lately.

              These things made Y/N realize Hoseok was serious about her and she, in return, has started to cherish the golden boy who would never leave her alone for the day until she’s crying from sheer laughter and happiness.

              However, it is the small things Hoseok does that really really gets to her.

              Hoseok remembers the small details Y/N slips in during their conversations.

“Hey, you are not supposed to eat that,” a fork clashes with Y/N’s own, preventing her from reaching the delectable dish.

“This pasta?” Y/N looks up at Hoseok.

“It has chopped shrimps. I asked Seokjin about it and he said it has prawns.” Hoseok grabs Y/N’s hand and leads her to the other side of the buffet. There, he gets her pasta with white sauce, this time, garnished in bacon. “Here, eat this, instead. It may not taste like the one with the shrimp but at least you won’t get allergies and you can enjoy the rest of the night instead of chilling out at the hospital watching sad re-runs of The Big Bang Theory.”

***

“Hoseok, you won’t believe how fascinating my yield turned out to be, like–Hoseok, what are you doing?

Hoseok pauses in his fumbling and blinks at Y/N. He looks down back at his bag and sighs. “I was hoping to keep this a surprise but oh well.”

He pulls up something from his bag and Y/N’s left gaping when he hands her a box of baked cookies. He rubs his neck, the tip of his ears reddening under her  gaze. “I remember you telling me it’s been a while since you ate cookies. My mom baked a lot for us so here, have some. I know you’re on some ridiculous diet your parents told you to take. But I hope you could give yourself a cheat day and just eat and enjoy the day. Your parents aren’t here.”

              Hoseok never fails to check up on her.

“Hey, how long have you been hunched over your desk now?” Hoseok’s voice blares from Y/N’s phone’s speakers and she sighs.

“About five hours now, I think?”

“Okay. Why don’t you take a break for ten minutes before going back to the grind? You told me your back is being an ass to you for two weeks now. Give it some rest. Also, drink some water.”

“Okay mom, will do,” Y/N chuckles over the line.

“Okay my daughter,” Hoseok sing-songs and she snorts. “I’ll call later and check up on you. Don’t dare to not take a break. I know where your dorm is and I’ll break into your window if I have to.”

“Okay, okay, will do, my personal health support system.”

“Glad to be of your service, ma'am.”

***

Y/N sighs as she throws her bag onto her bed. Today is a beat day. Mr. David was sour and he poured all his frustration on their class by giving out unnecessary lectures instead of teaching the new lesson. Y/N guesses she’ll have to self-study again for a quiz the prof has irrationally scheduled for tomorrow. And oh, Ms. Peterson also gave out a heavy paper late. It will force Y/N to cram for it in two days as submission date is just the day after tomorrow. Why is every deadline piling up today? It’s not yet even finals week yet!

Y/N plops onto her desk with a heavy sigh. She’ll end up having to do an all-nighter again — wait, what’s that doing there? There’s a pack of sandwiches in a clear food container sitting on top of her desk, beside her notebooks. Y/N doesn’t remember buying one or requesting her rommate, Jae In, to buy her one. Curious, she picked it up and turned it around. That’s when Y/N sees a yellow post-it attached on the plastic container.

“Hey Y/N. I thought of you today and decided to make you a sandwich. This is edible, I assure you. I asked my cooking mama friend Seokjin to come over and help me. Eat this snack before you do your work. I know you always start work right after coming home from your classes. I hope you eat on time and not skip on meals.

With super duper mega love,

Hoseok 😘”

              And Hoseok helps Y/N to the best he can, whenever he can, especially about things she’s passionate about but no one takes time to really understand.

"Hey Y/N,” Hoseok greets as he plops down next to her seat in the library.

“Hoseok?” Y/N glances up at him, eyes wide, “What are you doing here? You told me you have practice today.”

“Eh, the members cancelled on me today.  And also, I’ve missed you, so I figured why not visit you.” Hoseok grins at her and she momentarily forgets how to breathe. Y/N doesn’t know when Hoseok started to have that effect on her, it just happened. And although it is starting to be an inconvenience regarding how she becomes a nervous wreck under his gaze, she weirdly cannot find herself complaining against it. 

Hoseok leans forward, breaking her trance. “Now, what should we study today?”

“Uh-uhm, cellular mechanisms. I wanted to learn more about cancer cells.”

“Cellular mechanisms it is, then. Want me to help you make diagrams?”

Y/N nods and Hoseok grins, “I see the skills of artist Hoseok is not about to die anytime soon, eh?”

***

“How does that work, Y/N?”

“Well, it converts the mechanical energy from every step you take into electrical energy. It’s not yet finished so I’m still figuring out how many more parts I need for this to work. My previous demos have a lot of mistakes.” Right at the same time, a bolt pops off. Y/N runs a hand over her face, “And a lot of malfunctioning parts.”

Hoseok scratches his head. “I don’t know about any energy conversions but I know how to screw well?”

“Is that a question or a statement?”

“A-a statement. I can fix what we have for now while you revise your design. Whaddya think?”

“That sounds good.” Y/N turns around and heads for her blue prints. But before she can pick up her measuring materials, she turns back to Hoseok, meeting his gaze as he’s mid-picking up a screw driver.

“Thank you, Hoseok for assisting me on this. I know it’s just a personal project and I may be taking too much of your time when you should probably be resting at your dorm.”

“Pssh, you’re not taking too much of my time. I am enjoying my time with you. Also, it’s not just a personal project. It is a personal project so of course, it deserves to have gigantic importance to you. And it will turn out great because I know it will. Now go let’s get these revisions done so we can do another test run.”

              Hoseok has been a wonderful friend, an amazing supporter, and a sincere person who never feels ashamed of showing Y/N what he felt. That is all she needed for her not to doubt anymore and accept his confession.

              “Hey, Y/N,” Hoseok huffs, hands tucked deep in his red parka. “Why did you  tell me to meet up in the park? It’s cold out. Can’t it wait 'til tomorrow?”

              “No, it cannot,” Y/N faces the man, brows scrunched, her lips red from the number of times she has bitten it. “Hoseok, there’s something I need to tell you.”

              “W-what is it?”

              “I…am reciprocating yo-your profession of your sexual attraction to me.”

              “What?”

              “I said, I am reciprocating–” Y/N’ bites her lip and closes her eyes. When she opens them again, she gives Hoseok the most focused stare she can ever give. “Hoseok, I am accepting your love confession. I like you, too.”

              Hoseok stares at Y/N, eyes wide, mouth agape. And for too long that Y/N thought the cold must have frozen him all over.

              “Hoseok, why are you staring like that? I am telling you, I like you too–hmppf!”

              Hoseok is kissing her, his lips pressed softly against hers in a gentle peck. Before Y/N could process things in her head about what to do when the boy she likes started kissing her, Hoseok is already coaxing her lips to dance with his. And before long, Y/N is returning him a kiss with the same ardor as his. It’s not like her to suddenly make out with someone so publicly. Hell, it’s not even like her to kiss someone with such passion that the warmth she feels on her chest comes close as to the heat of the sun. But as Y/N stays in Hoseok’s embrace in the middle of the frosted park which contrasts their warm chests, everything just feels so right.

              So right, as if fate just planned this very night for the two of them. Because, as their kiss comes into an end, Y/N and Hoseok both jolt at the drop of wetness that land on their heads. Y/N looks up and sees the familiar soft white snow falling from the dark night sky. The first snow. Right then deja vu sets in of how it was just one year ago she met this giggling boy in front of her at the very same time of the year.

              “I guess the universe wants us to be together, too.” Hoseok smiles.

              Y/N grins at him and sinks deeper into his embrace. “As preposterous that sounds given that the universe is, literally speaking, a no-higher living being, it is more preposterous that I am finding myself agreeing to and blushing because of this.”

              “I can’t understand what you said but I think it means you like it too so I’m deciding this is one of the best blush-worthy moments I ever had,” Hoseok kisses the top of Y/N’s head, “and whatever you say won’t stop me from taking back what I said.” Y/N nuzzles her nose against his chest, smiling at the way she cannot tell her heartbeat apart from his–the beats beneath their chests in sync despite the incongruity in her words.

***

              Loving Hoseok is easy. He is charming, generous, understanding, and everything Y/N ever wanted. Even more, nothing really changed from their friendship, just the addition of cheesy pick-up lines, sweet kisses here and there, hot make-out sessions which more often than not escalate into passionate (and very amazing) love-making. And Y/N loves her relationship with him as well for this. Because even if Hoseok succeeds in making her a soft mush for him, she cannot live her life without having him be the best-est friend she could ever have in her life.

              But from all the things Y/N loves about Hoseok, her most favorite has to be his utter transparency. What she sees in him, is what she gets. Hoseok is unabashed in proclaiming his feelings for her. He does not get embarrassed in showing Y/N his love for her. And, Hoseok does not keep secrets from her. He just willingly tells everything about him to her, no euphemisms, no lies. Y/N guesses this is probably the reason why their fights never last too long. Moreover, this quality of his makes up for Y/N’s inability to effectively express her thoughts and feelings. He taught Y/N pure utter honesty that so many people have stigmatized for naivety, but actually felt so amazing. He also taught Y/N to trust and let down her walls for people so they can be able to love her. Hoseok inspires and motivates Y/N to become a better version of herself, not only for the sake of others, but also for herself, and she cannot be grateful enough for that. 

              Titles didn’t matter with Hoseok, with Y/N, and their relationship. What only matters is their labels for each other–boyfriend and girlfriend, lovers loved and in love. Hoseok does not encrypt his messages in a way that would match Y/N’s mental capacity – He just talks with her like the way he is, nonsense and eggplant emojis and all. Hoseok does not burden Y/N with heavy, unreasonable expectations. He just loves her and lets her be whatever she wants. He just stays by Y/N’s side as she freely learns from and works on her mistakes like every flawed human being. With Hoseok, Y/N knew what she deserves and she started to live her life the way she has always dreamed of–so flawed but so perfectly Y/N L/N who is unafraid of what the future may bring to her.

              However, not everyone cannot fully comprehend Y/N’s relationship with Hoseok. Loving Hoseok may be easy but the environment surrounding their relationship is an entirely opposite scenario. For Hoseok’s and Y/N’s disregard of titles, does not guarantee everyone else around their relationship will do the same.

              Y/N’s relationship with Hoseok spread throughout the campus like a Jeffree Star fight-controversy with another YouTuber in 2x speed. The entire university has gone berserk yet again, unable to fathom how someone who shines so bright like Hoseok can be together with someone like Y/N who dims other’s lights. And for other people, they cannot understand how such a happy-go-lucky academically-challenged student like Hoseok can even amuse such no-shit, genius brain of Y/N.

              Almost everyone has something to say about their relationship. And, most often than not, they are negative. It didn’t help anything in their relationship as Y/N is already insecure as to why Hoseok even chose her when he can have any woman he wished. Y/N knows she’s difficult to be with. She struggles with expressing her feelings and thoughts. She even feels like she’s making things too hard for Hoseok. You see, Y/N’s a safe player. In whatever grounds she’s in — academics, social life, family ties — she  always plays safe. Y/N finds it hard to not be so, especially when all her life, she has been groomed to be a person well-liked by everybody else — a person safe from any negative impression that may tarnish her reputation. So, when things get a little bit too hard with Hoseok, Y/N finds herself automatically heading for the exit.

              Just like in one Wednesday night in August. Y/N had her fair share of fights with Hoseok. From the difficulties that tie with his popularity, her inability to show her feelings to him that sometimes makes him question her love, his procrastination and occasional lack of care for his academics, her nature to obsess over her studies that she tends to forget herself and everyone around her, to his numerous female friends who have the audacity to still flirt with him even if they all know he’s dating her — Y/N and Hoseok have fought about them all within their seven months of dating. And sure, they were already pretty bad fights given that they were immensely serious with Y/N and Hoseok ending up screaming at each other, giving each other cold shoulders, and ignoring each other for at most (usually) five days. But this Wednesday night was not like any of ther previous fights. Because this time, Y/N told Hoseok she wanted to break up with him.

              “Will you stop for a second, Y/N?!”

              Y/N swiftly turns around, tears brimming her swollen red eyes, “What do you want, Hoseok? I already said what I need to say. I am tired of constantly being the bad guy whenever we fight. I am tired of this, of you. I want to break up.”

              “No, you don’t mean that,” Hoseok almost cries. He looks equally devastated as her — swollen eyes, pale face, trembling fingers. “N-no, you don’t mean that,” he repeats, this time, his voice breaking.

              “Of course I mean them, Hoseok,” Y/N spits, “I never say things I do not mean. You know me.”

              “I know you,” Hoseok retorts, “that’s why I am telling you right now you don’t mean telling me you’re tired of our relationship, of me. That you want to b-break up. B-because you’re Y/N,” he breathes out. “You seem cold but you actually care. You do not speak your thoughts or feelings aloud but act on them. Okay, maybe you speak them out, but you say it in a way most people do not understand so that still does not count. But, Y/N,” Hoseok reaches for her hand before she can even think of shaking off his hold, “I know you love me. Deep inside the deepest of your hypothalamus, like you said, I believe you love me. Or else, you wouldn’t stay when I told you to watch me dance alone, frustrated with the world. You wouldn’t put in effort befriending Taehyung and Jimin despite knowing what they all said about you in the past. You wouldn’t have told me you wanted to come with me to my hometown and meet my family for my dad’s birthday. And,” Hoseok looks down at his feet, “you wouldn’t have stayed with me this long knowing how annoying I can be and what everyone else has to say about us. So please, Y/N. Just please…stay. Let’s talk it out together. Don’t just break up with me. Please don’t just l-leave me alone.”

              When Hoseok looks up at Y/N, it is with his brows scrunched together, eyes glazed over, and form almost kneeling in front of her. He holds her hands so tight, but yet so gentle, as if afraid if he clasped her fingers tighter, it will be too suffocating that she’ll slip away from him. He just looks at her and she cannot help but return his gaze. Y/N realizes right then, it may have been a bad decision to do so. For all she could see in his eyes is her reflection. Her and only her. It even seems as if he’s trying to keep the entirety of her as vivid as a memory can be. And maybe it’s because it’s the way he unabashedly tells her everything he loves about her. Or the way he remembers every single detail about her. Or how he knows her so well despite their relationship blooming at such a young age. But, they are all enough for Y/N to hold his hands tighter and let him engulf HER in his arms.

              “H-Hobi–”

              “S-see? You even still call me like that,” Hoseok mutters above her head and Y/N bites her lip as she clutches onto his jacket tighter.

              “Hobi, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean them. I’m not tired of you. I’m not tired of u-us. I do not want to break up with you. Not at all. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Y/N lets out a sob and Hoseok hugs her tighter, running a hand over her hair, knowing it calms her down. “It’s just that everything’s been too much lately. The-the way your friends–”

              “What did they do?” Hoseok’s voice deepens close into a low growl. Y/N gulps. “Please tell me, Y/N,” Hoseok says softly as he cups her face in his warm hands. Y/N bites her lip and looks away. She does not want to be that type of girlfriend who instigates a fight between their significant other and their friends. She does not want Hoseok to have a bad blood with people he cares about. But then, Y/N remembers their fight two months ago. That night when she confronted Hoseok about the consecutive late nights he has spent in the practice room, neglecting his studies and even his own health for the past two weeks. The moment Y/N cornered him about it, Hoseok broke down and told her everything — how he lacked the motivation to perform well in his recitals and how his course adviser told him to pull his shit together before he fucks up the nearing international dance competition.

“She told me that I’m dating you right now but why can’t I even pull my shit together like you do. That she doesn’t understand why you’re even dating me when you can date far more competent guys. That sooner or later, you’re going to break up with me. Because,” Hoseok sighs and smiles, but it doesn’t reach his cheeks, a tear slipping down them instead, “look at me. I’m so sloppy. I’m such a loser—”

“No, you’re not!” Y/N interrupts him and Hoseok jolts. “You…you’re not a loser. Sloppy, yes, sometimes,” Hoseok winces and Y/N grabs his arms and pulls him toward her so she can hug him tight. “Hoseok, listen to me. I’m your lover. No one else’s but yours. I love you and I will not leave you. I do not care about other guys, if they are more competent or whatever. After all, competency is just a social construct designed to promote the societal standards that aim for conformity.” Y/N disentangles herself from him to cup his face in her hands. “Hoseok, you are not a loser. And, you’ll never be.  How can you be at least an inch of one? You were the one who led countless competitions which won our university so many awards. Almost ALL the trophies in our campus’ Hall of Honor were all thanks to you. You were the one who helped our fashion design majors  grab an opportunity with various labels after your runway a year ago became viral. You were also the one responsible for resurrecting countless dead orgs with actually good goals. They even received rewards from the local government because of the projects you arranged! You’re not a loser, Hobi. In fact, you are the opposite of loser. It’s just your prof is an ungrateful bitch, demeaning you like that when you’ve brought glory to her name as your program adviser. What a fucking asshole, I could have punched her in the face and—”

Hoseok detaches his lips from hers and smiles. “I can’t believe I’m starting to rub off of you. You just said your first curse word. Two even!”

“Damn you, Hoseok. I’m being serious.”

“And so am I. Thank you for cheering me up, Y/N. This is why I love you so much!”

              Hoseok has always been honest to Y/N and she decides it’s only right for her to do the same.

              Y/N looks up at him. “Nayeon, Sungyoon, and…Sara cornered me yesterday and I thought it will be about what you are recently up to. Why you were absent at yesterday’s practice. It turned out they did this high school toxic open-forum-like session where they told me all my shits and why I shouldn’t hang out you. They said you were no longer the Hoseok you used to be because I kept dragging you down. That I…do not deserve you and you should be with girls like you. And you know what, I thought so, too. Because, you have far better things ahead from you than tying you down here with me.”

              “No one can tell what you deserve or not, Y/N,” Hoseok retorts. “Only you can. And, I know what you are thinking right now maybe the opposite of what you really think about yourself. But if I could help, I think you totally deserve me. Even more than that, honestly. Because, Y/N, you are not tying me down anywhere.  In fact you are tying me up. Not literally but figuratively. Okay” Hoseok closes his eyes, “I know it doesn’t make sense—whatever I say doesn’t make sense on the regular basis, so what’s the difference—but, what I mean to say is, Y/N, you are keeping me afloat. You are keeping my head up from the expectations and shitstorms that is plaguing me. You are helping me stay alive and keep pushing through all the difficulties I face. And for that, I am eternally grateful for you. So,” Hoseok smiles, “do not let anything anyone else says about us get to you. Because, they don’t really know anything about me and they very much don’t know anything about you. They don’t get to judge. Not when they do not know how it feels to have the most amazing angel by your side.”

              Y/N scrunches her face at him but she hugs him tight nevertheless. “Must you always be this cheesy and cringey?”

              “Only for you, baby,” Y/N could feel Hoseok grin from the top of her head. “Also, I’m gonna have a talk with those girls so expect apologies coming your way. And if things go the other way,” Hoseok clicks his tongue, “expect a decrease in my friends.”

              However, everything Hoseok spouted is easier said than done. Because truth be told, Hoseok thinks it is him who actually doesn’t deserve Y/N. She is intelligent but so is she kind. She’s mature and it is usually her who does most of the helping and progressing in their relationship. Most of all, it is more realistic to say, Y/N is the one who has far greater things ahead than him. And it became clearer to him the night she took him with her to her family’s home for one of her parents’ parties.

              Y/N countlessly told Hoseok she didn’t need to attend it. She even highly advised him not to come with her. But Hoseok has forever been stubborn so of course when he told Y/N he wanted to meet her family, he did every bit of convincing that get him to where he is now — shaken and lost in the middle of a fucking science exhibit of a party. The night actually started out well.  He introduced himself to every member of the L/N family, even distant ones who stayed in the farthest, most unnoticeable corners of Y/N’s house. Y/N’s family members welcomed him with smiles and actively talked with him. Her parents even handed him his plate of food themselves and invited him to spend Christmas with them.

              It only started going downhill when it was time for the main event of the party—the what-have-you-been-up-to lately segment or what Y/N would like to call the “let the best bragger win.” Everyone started spewing their achievements for the year in a fashion that challenges the other party to disclose their far greater successes. Which, ultimately, insult the others for their lack of any. The party felt as if it was a battlefield with every member of Y/N’s family pitting their achievements against each other, no matter what context they are in—even if they are not of the same category to even compare. Next thing Hoseok knew, he was being dragged into the center of the conversation, with Y/N’s father asking him to tell his “revolutionary thoughts.”

              Hoseok tried his best. He really did. He had recalled every lesson he learned in his Science-related GEs and even tried to apply them in the academic journals he saw Y/N reading. That’s why he doesn’t understand why every single time he opens his mouth, Y/N’s entire family is laughing at him. Is the Dual Nucleus Association found in fingerprints that funny? Hoseok didn’t take too long to ponder on it, for the next second, a hand is pulling him to the front doors of the L/N house. It takes another second for Hoseok to register Y/N was the one who’s dragging him onto the street in angry stomps.

              “Y/N! Why did we go out?” Hoseok pulls on her arm, “We have to come back! It will be rude to your parents! I don’t want to leave a bad impression y’know–”

              “It doesn’t matter, Hoseok!” Y/N whirls around, distraught, and Hoseok only notices just now her glazed eyes. Y/N chokes out, “Leaving an impression on them doesn’t matter because we have to get out NOW.”

              “What? No, Y/N! That’s not appropriate! I–”

              “Then is it appropriate for my parents and relatives’ to blatantly insult you right in your face?”

                 Hoseok takes a step back, “What? But they were laughing at me there. I guess my jokes are–”

                 “Hoseok, they were mocking you in there. We both hell know the fingerprint DNA trivia you were telling them is not a joke.”

                “But your father said the Dual Nucleus Association I muttered was revolutionary and funny.”

                Y/N closes her eyes as she releases a staggered sigh, “Hoseok, ‘revolutionary’ in my father’s dictionary meant ‘stupid.’” Hoseok scrunches his brows and Y/N breathes out, wishing she could let out as well the aggravation and loathing for her parents she has kept inside for so long. “He was making fun of you, Hobi. DNA does not stand for Dual Nucleus Association. It’s Deoxyribonucleic Acid. My father fucking knew what this means because he took a PhD in Microbiology and he didn’t even have the heart to correct you. He even put you up in front of everybody else and humiliate you without you even noticing it.”

                “W-what?”

                Y/N sighs for the nth time as she reaches for his hands. “Hoseok, I’m sorry I left you alone. This whole time, I didn’t know you were in my father’s care. It’s just that my cousin came to me and asked desperately for help about the verbal abuse he experiences at home. The way he asked for my help, I knew he’s about to-to blow up sooner or later. So I immediately went to his aid. And I guess I got so preoccupied trying to make him calm without triggering his panic attacks that I…did not see where you stayed in the party. Worse, I didn't fucking even know you were with my parents. I know this is not enough of an excuse and I have been a shitty girlfriend tonight. So I’m sorry, Hoseok. I’m deeply so so sorry. And right now, I’m trying to make up for my mistakes by telling you we should leave. Now. I cannot let any of them insult you more,” Y/N’s voice breaks and she raises her hand to wipe a tear that has cascaded down her cheeks, “I cannot, Hoseok, for so help me God, I will march over there and declare I want to denounce myself as a L/N.”

                Hoseok doesn’t reply. He just nods at her and looks down at his feet. Y/N gulps down the anxiety building up in her larynx as she leads the two of them to the car he rented. She opts for the driver’s seat and hits the gas. Within minutes, the two of them are enveloped by the silent nightscape, a stark contrast to the cacophony of pride in her house.

                “Hoseok,” the man turns to the sound of Y/N’s voice. “W-what else did my father say to you?”

                Hoseok starts to fumble with the loose thread of his navy suit jacket. “Do you…really want to hear it?”

                “Is it that bad?”

                “Well, I-your dad questioned my ability to provide for you in the future. Because of my major and aspirations and all.”

                Y/N turns to him, aghast, “What?! Why would he even say that? What, he started to forget women’s abilities to revert back to the traditional patriarchal views?! Fuck him!”

                “I knew you would say that,” Hoseok says, chuckling softly. Y/N faces him again, this time perplexed as to why he is laughing. Hoseok reads her look and he clears his throat.

                “When you told me I was being insulted in the party, I will admit I am offended. But, before that, during an earlier talk with your father, I was not the least bit upset.” Hoseok meets your eyes. “That time, I was scared. Immensely shit-scared.”

                “I should have come to you first, not my cousin–”

                “No, let me finish first.” Hoseok purses his lips. He then looks out of the car window, at the scarce stars on the sky. “I knew we are far apart from each other. It was obvious even before we got together. Hell, I do not even get the memes you send to me when we first started out as friends. Sometimes, I even get insecure that even if you are not really bestfriends with Namjoon, he seems to get everything you tell me you found at the lab. Just by listening to our conversations, he understands them all. So effortlessly at that. I even have to plead him to tutor me and dumb-translate the science-y things you tell me, while I dry my brains out trying to understand them. But when I talked with your father, tonight, how he reiterated your status and skills and their difference from mine…I have never been this scared in my life.   Scared that what he said will come true—that you will realize how someone like me can never truly understand you ‘til the long run. That you will get tired of slowing your pace down for me…That you will eventually find someone more compatible with you–who also has a much more stable future ahead of just an aspiring dancer.” Hoseok turns toY/N and he reaches out for her left hand, her free hand. He clasps them in his hands and looks up at her, “But, I swear Y/N, I promise I will do my best. Your father may not be convinced but I want you to know. That I will do my best for you, Y/N. I will learn more for you. I will understand you more. I will improve my reputation into a much more respectable one. Hell, I can quit dance if I have to.”

              Y/N gives Hoseok a pained look. “No, Hoseok, you will not quit dance. I do not want you to quit dance. It will be too unfair for you and I know you will regret it.”

              Hoseok sighs and shakes his head. “Yeah…that sounds easier said than done.”

              “You don’t have to do those things for me,” Y/N squeezes his hand, making him look back to her. “I actually enjoy helping you learn. I love that you goof off the way you want because when you do that, I am reminded people like you still exist today — people who are not afraid of being themselves. Because of that, you inspire me to live more. I also love that you put in the time learning the things I’m saying because it means you genuinely are interested about my thoughts and you are not afraid of women being smarter than you — something most guys fail at. But that’s because most of them are misogynistic, prideful men on their high horses. And, I know you’re not like that. Most of all, I love it when you dance. Because through it you freely express every bit of your emotion. Because, you’re transparent, Hoseok. You’re an open book and I like it the best because you don’t leave me hanging, confused, troubled, and worried about what you’re feeling, especially when you know I am already bad at reading emotions. You are my stable ground, Hoseok. You make me feel safe. And despite the bad fights we’ve been through, I know you’re always doing your best. How can we stay this long if not for you being the brighter one between us when it comes to communicating, knowing that splitting because of things that can be solved will only result in one hell of a horrible mistake?” Y/N turns to Hoseok and he looks at her with his mouth agape, eyes blown wide. She smiles at this. “You have to know you’re more than enough, Hoseok. Like you said,” her smile grows wider, “no one can tell us what we deserve or not but ourselves. And with this, I know and feel that I deserve you, Hoseok. And you, me. What do you say?”

              Hoseok’s response to that was not of a verbal one but a physical one—one that involved a feverish kiss on Y/N’s lips, and her jawline that led Y/N to park the car by the empty gasoline station. Feather-light kisses, desperate hands to grab each other as close as they can be to each other, Y/N indulges in Hoseok and him in her in a passionate love that burned so bright it rivals the sun. The only words that transpire during that fateful night was “I love you’s” and for Y/N and Hoseok, they are more than enough of an anchor of him to her and her to him as waves of obstacles come in your way.

              All of these moments with Y/N have accumulated into Hoseok’s most wonderful memories in his life. And he still replays them in his head as another year of being her lover passes. Of course, problems never failed to arise as they manage their relationship. But, the ones caused by the comments of everyone in the university have lessened as Y/N and Hoseok have now graduated. Hoseok has left the university after he graduated, while Y/N stayed in the university as she applied for a Master’s degree in civil engineering. 

             Y/N still lives in her dorm for the convenience of teaching in the campus and studying after work. Meanwhile, Hoseok lived in an apartment in the city, close to the prestigious dance studio he works at. Their schedules are most often than not, amiss, and the distance between them can be sometimes frustrating. However, what remains the biggest obstacle is everyone’s opinions about the two of them. Sure, they were not as restrictive as what the two of them have experienced in the university. But it didn’t mean it hurt less when people say how they never thought someone as fun as Hoseok will choose someone so boring like Y/N, or how Hoseok’s intellect was a down-grader for her respectable reputation, saying she has a tasteless choice in choosing partners. Although these problems may get a little overwhelming, the two of them never let them get in between their relationship. 

              Hence, Y/N and Hoseok are still madly in love like the first year they have started dating. So in love that Hoseok felt it is now the time to propose to Y/N. For anymore day without her officially bounded with him, when you already own every piece of his heart, is something Hoseok cannot take any longer. He wants Y/N to be his partner for the years to come, his significant other for forever, and the only person he wakes up to and sees last in his day and nights for the rest of his entire life. Hoseok knows this and he has never been surer in his life.

              This is the reason why Hoseok is where he is today: clad in an ugly Christmas sweater and mismatched socks, with a troubled look on his face. Hoseok may have only realized he wanted to marry Y/N in late November, but he was able to make an intricate proposal plan to execute before this year can end. Today is Y/N’s free day and he has classes that have ended early. Lucky for him, Jimin is free to take her out for some last-minute gift-shopping in the afternoon so Hoseok can have ample time to decorate Y/N’s dorm with hearts and diagrams of the hypothalamus (because “No, Hoseok, we do not say I love you from the deepest corner of my heart, but from the hypothalamus. We do not feel from the heart. It just pumps us blood”).  Hoseok will have the gifts he bought for Y/N delivered that very same day to complete his decorations (and to also spoil her even more). He will cook Y/N her favorite dishes and make her hot cocoa even though he very much likes eggnog more, just because she likes the sweet chocolate beverage. He even requested his orchestra friends Yoongi, Jinyoung, Seokjin, and Sandeul, to play Jingle Bell Rock (“in cursive”) on the far side of the hallway so when Jimin drops Y/N off, she can have her favorite Christmas song as her background music when she steps inside her room and gets surprised.

              That is why when his heart and hypothalamus decorations actually looked shit, the arrival of the gifts was delayed ‘til tomorrow, and the meals he cooked looked inedible—not to say the hot choco looked like a mess too and totally un-aesthetic—Hoseok finds himself frozen in his place next to Y/N’s Christmas tree, looking as if he was constipated for ten days. Worse, his girlfriend is already standing by her door frame, kicking the door close like it was just any other day. 

              Y/N hangs her coat on the hanger and puts her shopping bags on top of her wide cabinet. She nonchalantly glances at him, “Hoseok, what are you doing there?”

              Hoseok feels sweat run down his face in waterfalls. If Y/N is surprised he was standing stupidly next to her tree, she did not show it. But right now, Hoseok’s concern is her seeing the decorations he made chucked in a large paper bag he hid behind the tree at the last minute. Of course, it is poorly hidden. He plays with the collar of his sweater “I…um, I–”

              “Nevermind. I guess this is one of our spontaneous date nights you ironically always plan. You should inform me next time, you know, so I can prepare for you as well,” Y/N smiles at him. “Come sit with me.” She walks to the sofa by the Christmas tree and pats the seat next to her. Hoseok scrambles to sit beside her and tries not to look like the dumbest fool in the world. Y/N did not get surprised, the orchestra’s music is barely heard inside as the cold wind of early winter overrides it, and he looks totally shit. How can he propose to her now, huh? All of his plans are ruined!

              “Di-did you eat already?” Hoseok asks, hands sweaty on his sweatpants. “I made you your favorite.”

              “Umm…yeah,” Y/N bites her lip, guilty. “I was already hungry before Jimin and I can finish our shopping and I really felt a great need to devour some pizza today.” She reaches for her small satchel and produces a folded paper bag. “I saved some for you. We can eat it later while we watch Netflix.”

              “O-okay,” Hoseok nervously laughs. His eyes land on the pink mug on the dining table. He looks back at Y/N, “D-do you want to drink something? I made you hot cocoa.”

              “Ooh, I’ll drink it later. I just had a sweet choco milkshake before I got here,” Y/N bites her lips again in guilt. “I’m sorry, Hoseok, I didn’t know you prepared these stuff for me. If I had known sooner I would have never even stepped out of my dorm today.”

              “It’s okay,” Hoseok pulls a smile and he tries not to look a tad bit upset about the failure of his plans, because he knows Y/N will immediately recognize that look.

              And, he wasn’t wrong. “Why, Hobi?” Y/N cups his face to make him turn to her, “did I do something wrong?

              “No,” Hoseok looks away. “It’s just, my plans…didn’t work out today.”

              “What plans?”

              Hoseok immediately feels his ass on fire. Did he just almost give himself away? He cannot just blurt out he wants to marry her! He wanted it to be special and he cannot have that happen in just her dorm with his shitty-looking outfit and almost-burned food. He wants Y/N to remember this day and he ain’t taking the risk of letting any bad memories mess up his proposal. And so, Hoseok sighs and decides he has to abort the plan and schedule it some other day. He’s just gonna make an excuse for now. “Well, I just thought we can make this random Thursday special y’know? Keep up with the aim of my spontaneous dates–good surprises making life much better without needing a reason to be. So I just made some food and stuff for the fun of it. It’s just a normal day surprise.”

              “Oh, then I’m glad today is really spontaneous dates today. I may have…foiled your plans, but look, I happened to have a surprise for you!”

              Hoseok tilts his head, “What is it?”

              Y/N grins at him before turning around and fumbles for something in her bag. Then the next second, Justin Bieber’s Mistletoe is suddenly blaring loud from her phone.

              “Y/N, did you seriously just play Justin Bieber’s Mistletoe in speaker mode?”

              “Oh, don’t be an in-denial bitch. I know this is your favorite Christmas song. A good song has to create the aesthetic and mood for tonight,” Y/N chuckles, “Here, Hoseok, my present for you.” She hands him a box wrapped in a fancy green sparkling wrapper with a red bow tied around it. It was medium-sized, enough for one of his favorite KAWS models to fit inside.

              “Present?” Hoseok asks, feeling both joy and guilt respectively swell in his heart and pit in his stomach. Joy, because Y/N is to add another model to his growing collection. And guilt, because he didn’t bring her anything worth the same as her gift. But as he tears open the box, another fancy green box just stares back at him. He looks up at Y/N with squinted eyes. “I see what you did there, sneaky missy.”  She just chuckles at him and Hoseok continues to unbox her gift, only to have another box inside. Hoseok wonders what made Y/N think of doing this infamous wrapping technique for her gift when she wasn’t even that much into wrapping gifts. She always just give him gifts in standard wrapping paper, messily taped all over around. Moreover, what even is her gift and how small does it have to be? Because now, Hoseok’s hands are getting tired of unboxing box after box and the gift is now currently the size of a stress ball!

              “Y/N, can you just tell me your gift? I’m getting tired. I can open it tomorrow instead and we can just get straight to Netflix tonight.”

              “No, Hoseok,” Y/N laughs, patting his shoulders. “Keep unboxing.”

              Hoseok continues forth with the unboxing and his heart starts to sink to his stomach as the box got smaller and smaller. This is probably a prank. One to get back at him for telling Y/N last year he bought her her favorite gift for their monito event with Jimin, Taehyung, and Namjoon. Only for him to arrive with nothing but a bow on his head and shamelessly declare to everyone that he is her gift. Nothing must be inside this box to contain a gift so small. The box in his hand is now just the size of a small toy car!

              Hoseok sighs as he opens the box. Another green box will appear and then he’ll see the paper saying “Pranked you, Hobi!”

              But it does not.

              For the box on Hoseok’s hand right now, is gaping open to him right now. And all he sees is a sparkling, silver ring embellished with emeralds that seem to form waves around the base of the band. A fucking ring is sitting right on top of his hand.

              Hoseok gapes and just stares. Far too long that Y/N decides to break the silence. “Surprise! I bought you an engagement ring! With green emeralds just like your favorite color.” She grins at him as she holds Hoseok’s hands in hers, making him turn to her while he stays jaw ajar. 

              Y/N suddenly feels self-conscious and unconfident. This is not the reaction she is expecting. She starts to fear if she’ll spend the coming Holidays boyfriend-less. Just by looking at Hoseok’s stupified face, it looks everything is happening too fast and too sudden tonight for her boyfriend. Nevertheless, she says, “I-I know this may come off as a really big of a surprise. After all, this is an engagement ring and right now I am trying to propose to you. Barely, even. So, of course, this is definitely a shocker. Especially when we only just spent two years dating. Still too early for a proposal to come, as what others will usually expect,” Y/N’s voice breaks. 

              She wrings her hands together, her feet trembling beneath her, and yet, she couldn’t bring herself to stop. “But, Hoseok, in these two years I have spent with you…I learned what it felt like to be loved and be in love with you. We fight, yes. Healthily usual even. But, at the end of the day, everything still feels worth it. And I guess,” Y/N  smiles, “I cannot get enough of it. I cannot get enough of you. Being your girlfriend no longer satisfied me. I now want to be your wife. I want to be the only person you’ll stress over science just to impress. I want to be the person who’ll be your home. The one you will come home to, wake up to, and sleep next to every night, every single day. I want to be your partner-in-crime, especially when we have kids and we’ll play some game I never heard of but will still enjoy in the end just because you like it. But only if you want kids, hehe.” Y/N laughs awkwardly and scratches her nape. “Hoseok, I know I am clumsy in saying my feelings for you. Today is my first time saying everything so honest and raw like this so I know this may shock you. God, you don’t know how many times I practiced this speech in my office. Other professors must already be thinking I’m going crazy—anyway, what I only want to say is,” Y/N reaches for Hoseok’s hand and kisses it. “Hoseok, I want to stay by your side for the rest of my life.” When she looks up at him, she says, “And it will only happen if you’d also love to be by my side forever as well. So what do you say?”

              “W-what, I will say?” Hoseok repeats, still shaken. However, he’s so happy he cannot help the wide grin splitting on his face. “Yes, Y/N, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Forever and ever and ever and ever.”

              “R-really?” Y/N’s releases a relieved sigh, fingers wiping the tears that have formed on her eyes. “T-Then, why did you look like as if you’re about to walk out on me when you opened the box?”

              Hoseok cups her face in his hands, wiping away the tears. “Because you remind me a lot of the Grinch. The only difference is in the end, his heart grows three sizes, but you stay an asshole.” Y/N scowls at this and hits his chest, hard. Hoseok coos at her as he hugs her tight and chuckles, “You’re an asshole because you headed out straight for my heart—hook, line, and sinker — and now I am completely blown away when I was supposed to be the first one to do so. Seriously, Y/N, I did not expect this to happen this way. Not when I also prepared a surprise for you tonight.” 

              Y/N’s brows raise in curiosity. Hoseok unzips his gym bag on the sofa and turns back to her, now with a red velvet box on his hands. 

              Hoseok pops open the box, a ring of the same design as the one she bought him stares back at her. But this one, instead of green emeralds, is embellished with blue emeralds, her favorite color.  Right then and there, Y/N wanted to cry.

              Hoseok rubs his nape. “I’m supposed to propose to you tonight as well. But you beat me right to it and now I forgot my speech.”

              Y/N chuckles at that as she wipes away the tears that have formed yet again on her eyes. Hoseok smiles as he squeezes her hand. “But, that doesn’t mean I’ll skip on this once-in-a-lifetime’s opportunity to propose to you,” Hoseok looks at her, “Y/N, I love you. And I know forever can be a heavy word and sometimes love cannot solve every problem that may come our way. But Y/N, what I said two years ago hasn’t changed. I will try my best. For you, I will. And we may be young but I know you and I are capable to make us work for as long as time can let us. Because you are Y/N, and I’m Hoseok. People may be against us but we know with each other, we are the best we can ever be. We deserve each other. We need each other. But most of all, we love each other. That’s all we need. Me and you. You and me.” After he breathes out, Hoseok cups Y/N’s cheeks and she leans forward and interlocks their lips in a soft kiss. 

              Y/N grabs onto Hoseok’s ugly green sweater and deepens the kiss, letting her mouth do the talking for her and him. For no words can be enough to express everything that is settling in their hearts tonight — euphoric bliss, the sweet feeling of triumph. Although Y/N can feel a tinge of the uncertainty of what may come to the two of them in the future grappling on her nerves, there resides in her heart the greater courage that despite the unpredictability of life, Y/N knows she can manage it with the constant she now has by her side — Hoseok. And for him, her. Because, Y/N is certain this is the most right decision she has ever made in her life: loving him. And, Hoseok proves it is the same for him as when the kiss comes into a close, he whispers on her lips, “Guess the déjà vu tonight is really working at its best. Fate really wanted us to be together.”

              Y/N grins at him, her forehead bumping into his, “And where’s your proof, future Mr. Y/N L/N?”

              Hoseok presses a kiss on Y/N’s forehead, on her cheeks, on her nose, then at the corner of her ear. He whispers, “Look outside.”

              And there outside, white droplets fall from the sky, lighting up the near-black horizon while frosting up the window panes. It is the first snow. Y/N smiles. What Hoseok said to her when she reciprocated his love confession doesn’t seem so preposterous now. It seems like fate really tied the two of them up together as she first met and started dating Hoseok when the first snow fell. There’s a saying that whoever you’re with during the first snow, you will be with that person for a long time. Y/N and Hoseok have already been living proof of that for being together in three years—friendship plus dating days combined — amidst whatever people say against them two. 

              And Y/N hopes, that as she and Hoseok promise forever to each other tonight, the saying will come true. Because she wants the two of them to be together for a very, very, very long time.  After all, Hoseok is right. She is  Y/N and he is Hoseok and together, they are the best they can ever be, titles and achievements be damned. The weather may be cold during these pinnacle moments of her and his relationship but their hearts are warm and cozy, and there is nothing more Y/N could ask for.

Epilogue:

“You know, Y/N, my original proposal was beautiful, I’m sure I’ll have you bawling tonight.”

Y/N gives him a look and Hoseok laughs, “Good thing they’re gone now. D’you know I actually wrote my entire proposal in my hands? They just got erased because my hands have become so sweaty when I chucked away the decorations I made for you.”

“What decorations?”

Hoseok pulls on the collar of his sweater, “Cut-outs of hearts and hypothalamus?”

“R-really? You remembered what I said to you three years ago?”

“Of course, babe,”Hoseok smiles, “It’s you. How can I forget that? But they’re not available anymore as I already threw them away. They looked like shit.”

“Where did you throw them?”

“In a paper bag….by your Christmas tree–hey, why are you picking it up?”

Y/N turns towards him, smiling, her hands gently holding the crushed hearts and hypothalamus cut-outs. “Because you made it for me, Hoseok. Of course they hold value to me. It’s you.”

“You’re really a Grinch, you know? You’re making me cry with your sweetness and beauty when I should be jumping up and down with joy right now.”

“….Do you always have to be cheesy like this?”

“Only for you, babe. And get used to it. You have a forever to experience this one-in-a-million love from the one and only Jung Hoseok.”

A/N pt. 2 | Hi hons! Sorry my Christmas gift for you all was late! My requirement deadlines in uni ended up until Dec. 16 and so for the majority of December, I was solely focused on uni stuff. I tried limiting myself from using page breakers in this fic, a challenge I put on myself to train my skills again in doing transitions in my writing. This story is inspired by the rivalry of science and art majors in our uni in my first year! Also! I hoped you guys appreciate my take on @kwritersworld’s prompt. I want to incorporate it in a very unexpected way, while at the same time, reflects my character in a way I‘ve never done before. OC here is a bit grumpy and lacks social skills to be friendly so I interpreted her as an everyday-Grinch hehe). Lastly, @bts-poetry, I really enjoyed doing mini Q&As with you! I hope you like this gift and I also hope we can talk more in the future!

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