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before-we-get-started · 2 years

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One and Only You

Summary: Being with a guy in the band is usually awesome but tonight, it had you feeling like a Grinch

Warnings: None, really

Pairing: Nick Vaughan x Reader

Disclaimer: This work is a pure work of fiction and my fics are classified as 18+. Please do not read if you are underage. Any likeness to real life people/scenarios is purely coincidental. I do not own any characters in this fic. If you continue to read, you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

W/C: 2k

A/N: Having so much fun with @wiypt-writes and her #wiypt25daysofchrismas. Happy to contribute something for the sexy trumpet player Nick Vaughan (who always gets the fingering right 😊)

One and Only You

You were standing in front of the bedroom window, watching the snow cover the Christmas-lit Chicago streets below, your shoulders slumped in sadness. You made your way to the bathroom to begin your nightly bedtime routine. Nick headed downstairs to get some water and check the doors, kissing you on the crown of your head as he left the room.

Nick was always busy this time of year. Christmas meant holiday parties and they all wanted a live band to entertain. He’d picked up some gigs with a big band of mostly retired guys that played parties and weddings, and it was a standing joke that when the two of you were present, you brought the median age of the crowd down extensively.

Except for tonight. You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, sliding a headband on to hold your hair back as you removed your makeup. You examined your appearance, keying in on the lines around your eyes and on your forehead. Tonight, you looked and felt old. You gently applied age-defying lotion to your face and sighed.

You and Nick Vaughan had been together for five years. You didn't know each other when you had both fled New York City for something new and coincidentally both landed in Chicago, finding each other through the Single in Chicago dating website. Nick had spent several of the years before you met working hard not to commit to anyone or anything, after being dumped by the love of his life in college. He’d jumped from band to band, gig to gig, and finally needed a change of scenery to try and find his purpose. You had been in a committed relationship for 12 years but it had never evolved beyond you and your partner being anything more than lovers. You’d parted friends, though you never expected to see him again, and you’d made a clean break from the city where you were born and raised to a new and exciting adventure.

On your first date, Nick had agreed to meet you for a drink late one evening after you’d finished a project at work. As you walked into the bar, the band caught your eye, especially the incredibly hot guy playing trumpet. He was tall with spiky brown hair and piercing blue eyes. His button down black shirt showed off his strong biceps and pecs, highlighting his tapered waist. The gray slacks he wore hugged his sweet ass just right. You sighed, thinking that whoever he was going home to tonight was a lucky girl. You almost fell off the barstool when you texted your online date your location and the hot trumpet player walked straight to you.

You found it so easy to talk to him. Despite being ten years older than him, you had lots of things in common. You’d closed the bar down that night and spent the rest of the evening walking around the city, the conversation flowing, until he walked you to your apartment as the sun rose and kissed you good morning. You’d been inseparable since. Within three months he’d moved into your apartment, and three months later, you’d ducked into the Justice of the Peace’s office and said your “I do’s.” You loved his family, he loved yours and every day had been better than the last.

So tonight, when the band had taken their first break, you grabbed him a gin and tonic from the bar and started to walk over to the stage when you caught sight of him and stopped on a dime. There was a beautiful young woman in full-on flirt mode with him. She was probably in her early 20’s, petite but with ample cleavage, which was impossible to miss in her tight red dress that barely went past her cute round ass. Her stiletto heels barely brought her to shoulder height with him, but they accomplished much in accentuating her shapely legs. She was standing so close to him, her hand on his forearm, and whatever he said must’ve been hysterical because she threw her head back to laugh, her long chestnut hair spread across her shoulders.

You were used to women flirting with him. He was gorgeous and he drew the attention of women everywhere you went. Tonight, though, he seemed engaged with this girl. He was laughing with her, not moving away, but leaning into her. You felt the air leave your lungs and you turned and headed back to the bar, steadying yourself along the edge. You weren’t sure why this time was so impactful, but you suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious and, well, old. You looked down at your dress, a little black dress that hugged your curves, showing how worked hard you worked to keep your body in shape underneath, but it wasn’t like her body. For whatever reason, you suddenly felt that your relationship was very vulnerable. It had never truly occurred to you that Nick could have any woman he wanted, and really, as many women as he wanted. The thought made a chill run down your spine. Tonight it was as if you’d seen into the future, and it scared the hell out of you.

As tears burned at the back of your eyes, you abandoned the drinks and went to the bathroom, gathering your composure. When you returned to the party room, the band had started playing again and the flirtatious groupie was sitting at a table in front of the stage, her eyes fixed on Nick. You stayed back at the bar for the rest of the evening, meeting Nick at the stage once the band had packed up their equipment. He took your hand, his trumpet case in the other, as you walked from the hotel to your apartment.

“You’re awfully quiet,” he said. The night was chilly, a typical December night in the city, and he pulled you close to him, wrapping an arm around you. “You ok?”

“Yeah,” you said quickly. “I’m good.”

“How’d we sound tonight?”

“Amazing, as always,” you said, trying to sound like you had a smile in your voice.

As you finished getting ready for bed, you looked past the silk chemise you normally wore to bed and pulled out a t-shirt and flannel pants. You felt anything but sexy tonight.

You turned down the bed as Nick returned to the bedroom. He emerged from the bathroom in his boxer briefs and climbed into bed next to you.

“Babe, something’s going on. Don’t you want to talk about it?”

“It’s nothing,” you said, pulling the blankets up and rolling onto your side, facing him.

“I know better,” he said as he rolled to face you, propping himself up on an elbow. His other hand gently touched your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. “Come on babe, what’s wrong?”

“I’m old,” you said simply.

He let out a chuckle. “Babe, you’re not old. Why would you even say that?”

You let out a sigh, wrapping a hand around his arm. “That girl,” you said softly.

“What girl?”

“The one in the red dress, the one that was coming on to you. She was beautiful. And young,” you said. “I just – I can’t compete with that,” you said sadly.

He leaned over and pulled you into his arms, holding you close. “Baby, where is this coming from?”

“I just, I don’t know. I looked at her and how cute she looked next to you and I just realized, you could do so much better. I felt like I was invisible.”

He ran his hand over your hair, pulling you closer. “What color dress did you say she was wearing?”

You looked into those beautiful blues. “You know, it was red,” you said.

“No, I don’t. Don’t remember it at all. Wanna know why?”

You sighed for the millionth time that night, ready to hear some kind of lame excuse.

“I was kinda busy trying to concentrate on something besides you.”

You drew back, your jaw dropping, and glared at him. “Excuse me?”

He smiled, laughed a little, and pushed a lock of hair behind your ear. “You may not have noticed my wife tonight,” he said. “She was wearing this banging little black dress and it showed off her incredibly hot body. Every time I looked at her, my dick got hard.”

You rolled your eyes. “Really?” you said sarcastically.

“Yeah, actually,” he said. “So I kept trying to distract myself from looking at you, because I was front and center on stage and my pants didn’t really have the spare space.” He smiled his amazing smile. “Then I found a good distraction. I saw all the men in the room looking at you. ALL of them. So I thought about the things they were thinking about and how I’d be the one to do all of them.”

You pulled your eyebrows together in a quizzical look. “What do you mean?” you said, snuggling closer to him.

“Well,” he said, “I’m the one who’d get to hold your hand and walk you to our home. I’m the one who’d climb the stairs to our bedroom and crawl into bed next to you. I’m the one who,” he said as he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss, “gets to kiss you goodnight again tonight.”

You smiled for the first time since you’d gotten home and ran your hand over his cheek, your fingers gently tugging at his neatly-trimmed beard. You heard a little moan escape him as he moved closer to you.

“I’m the one who knows how incredible you look under that sexy dress,” he said, his hand finding its way to your hip. “I’m the one who gets to run my hands over your soft skin.” He gently ran his hand up under your t-shirt to your breast, pulling the nipple gently between his fingertips, eliciting a moan from you.

He nestled even closer to you, kissing you deeply. “Best of all,” he said as he let his hand trail down your belly, pulling the elastic waist of your jammie pants down and reached into your lace panties, “I knew that in just a few hours, I’d be in our bed, making you make all those sexy noises you make when I’m buried inside you,” he growled in his low, sexy voice as he found your sensitive bundle of nerves, a finger circling your clit, his mouth on yours, kissing your breathless.

“Nick,” you moaned, your hips bucking up, begging for more.

He held his hand still, his other strong arm pulling you to him. That ice blue gaze took your breath away.

“I love you,” he said very matter-of-factly. “Just you. You’re my everything.” His lips were once more on yours, delivering a searing kiss. “Do you know how long I waited to find you? I’d all but given up that I’d ever find the one that was meant for me.” He smiled that electric smile. “And then there you were. And I’ll spend every minute of the rest of our lives making you understand just how much I love you, Mrs. Vaughn.”

You melted into him and lost yourself in his touch, feeling not that old at all.

#wiypt25daysofchristmas #chris evans #nick vaughan #nick vaughan fanfiction #nick vaughan x reader #before we go

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eunoiamaybe · 4 years

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my “sort-of-complete” online classes and exams tips

This is a longer-than-usual post with tips for the 3 stages of online classes: focusing during an online class session, reviewing/studying for online classes, and preparing for online exams/ quizzes. So I decided to insert the “Read More” link to (a) not take up too much space on your dash, and (b) feel more confident in adding more tips as time goes on.

These are tips that I’ve compiled from my experience of taking online classes during my last 1.5 years at university. But having all of your courses moved online is so much more complicated. Since I’m currently doing an internship, I have tried my best to produce this post based on the comments of my friends IRL and on Tumblr (hence the “my”). However, I hope it can still be useful for you and many who were all abruptly put in this same situation.

So feel free to share your own tips and experience! I will probably go back to this once in a while to make some changes to it and add your tips. Good luck to everyone who is currently/ about to take online classes. You are almost there! 🍀 I believe in every single one of you!

~ Click away for them tips ~

💻 DURING ONLINE CLASS SESSIONS:

- try to treat online classes the same as an in-person class, especially time-wise (set a specific time for each class and plan your own class schedule. even better, study for your classes at the same time they used to be held. this will create a sense of routine and trigger the brain's normal reactions to your usual class - which is to study)

- don’t be afraid to fix your plan/ schedule (aka don’t force yourself into one if it doesn’t work for you) (trials and errors, my friend. this applies to plans too. there’s no shame in not being able to keep up with the schedule you’ve made. if you’ve tried or if it hurts you mentally or physically, then that schedule is just not the one for you. everybody has their unique strengths and weaknesses. one’s perfect system might not suit another. finding a system that works for you takes time, patience, and courage. but it will be absolutely worth it)

- find a good spot with enough light and stable wifi (if you have multiple options, select the one that would make you most comfortable, most focused, and confident enough to take online tests/quizzes/exams at - create your “exam space” in advance to reduce the anxiety of tests and unfamiliarity)

- study at a desk, if possible (studying at a desk, with good posture, mimics the feeling of being in a classroom or the library. thus, it will create a sense of routine and help you focus better)

- accommodate yourself (I’m all about making the best out of a bad situation, and this is one way to do it. accommodate yourself, not just with comfort, but also with actual necessities that you cannot usually get in your usual classroom/library due to whatever reason. stress balls, stim toys, positivity cards, calming music/candles. comforting plushies. chewing gum. as long as it helps you focus better, it's on the table)

- get dressed (this will bring out that sense of structure and routine that you need. put on your normal outfits, uniforms and even perfume. trick your mind into being focused)

- minimize distractions (declutter your study space. put your phone out of reach. turn off notifications. close all other tabs on your browser. select non-distracting music/ sounds. don’t spam or pay attention to spams in your classes’ chatboxes. only bring along items that are absolutely vital to your focus)

- take notes, even if you can record your lessons and/or access the lessons later (it can either be digital notes or handwritten notes on paper - your call. this will force you to focus and prevent you from zoning out/ being distracted)

- be actively engaged in the lecture (if there are technical problems or if you have questions, chatbox away. this is also good practice for people with social anxiety too: the fact that you are in your home and behind the screen can make it easier for you to ask for help)

- if possible, put your teachers/profs on the big screen to create the illusion of being in a lecture (if your study spot has a TV/projector that can connect to your laptop and quality speakers, do it. it's more fun than you'd think. also super stimulating and kicks the boredom out of you too)

- if not, use headphones/ earphones (speakers can create a feeling of distance between the lecture and yourself. combined with unstable internet and/or monotonous voices of some instructors, this may result in your brain classifying your lecture as background noises and zone out. so use headphones or earphones with the appropriate volume for that optimal focus mode)

- give yourself breaks between classes (don't cram all your classes in one morning. but don't procrastinate either. time your breaks. look at something else besides a computer or phone screen while you’re on break too. maybe brew some tea/coffee for your next class or rearrange your notes from the previous one)

💻 REVIEWING FOR ONLINE CLASSES:

- make a schedule/ system - and be ready to change them (this is an elaboration of an earlier tip. your system doesn’t have to work perfectly right away. most of the time, you will have to make some kind of adjustments to it anyway. so take it easy. pay attention to how well you react/ adapt to the new schedule so that you can make necessary changes. and give yourself - especially your mind - some time to adapt to the schedule. don’t rush yourself or put too much pressure on being productive. remember to take care of your well-being too)

- it’s okay to give yourself some off-days (that’s the beauty of not having any physical or even abstract structure that forces you into an inescapable routine. Yes, I know this lack of structure sucks for a lot of us, especially for those who rely on external forces to keep themselves focused. But look on the bright side: now you don’t have to worry about missing classes or losing participation marks when you are unwell physically and mentally anymore)

- textbooks are your friends now (especially when your classes’ live-streams are just chaotic and hard to follow. or when the pre-recorded lectures aren’t loading properly and keeps lagging. practice speed reading. look for keywords and crucial information. take notes rather than highlighting everything. compare them to your lecture notes, your syllabus, or your friends’)

- take advantage of the online format’s availability + other resources (availability is here, baby! revisit lecture videos and podcasts as many times as you need to. check your email classes’ forums regularly for questions or announcements. re-listen to your lecture when you're cleaning or exercising. watch videos of Khan Academy or CrashCourse. look for online tutors. study at your own pace and in your own style. basically anything you wish you could do when your class was in-person)

- there’s no need to submit assignments early if it’s anxiety-inducing. but make a schedule/ tracking system/ set alarms to avoid forgetting to turn them in (take your time to double-check or edit your work - as long as the submission box is still open, of course. set aside about an hour or two before the deadline for submission to avoid any technical difficulties. and remember to start working on them early so that you don’t have to shorten that window of time and have more time for double-checking)

- don't be afraid to email the profs/teachers (if possible, compile your questions into a list. be as specific as you can about your concerns. put a subject for your email to reduces the chance of your email getting lost in your instructors' inbox.)

- reward yourself (don't stress yourself out by rewarding big accomplishments. reward small victories. reward baby steps. reward effort. you'll get things done eventually)

- take time to know your learning style (when are you most focused? do you like taking digital notes or do you prefer pen and paper? are you a visual or an auditory learner? do you like moving around while studying? what drinks or scents or sounds keep you going? you don't have to stick to your usual study methods or an online/paperless one now that you are studying in your own room)

- listen to your mind and body (it’s okay to feel a bit lost) (from my own experience, times that are without structure like nowadays is when most of us fall into this spiraling downfall of unhealthy sleep schedules, lethargy, and loss of purpose. so please take care of your mental and physical well-being during this very, very weird time. keep yourself active. re-ignite old interests/ hobbies. connect with people you love. give yourself some love)

- and more tips on productivity at home in my last post right here

💻 PREPARING FOR ONLINE EXAMS / QUIZZES:

- make a list of all the online exams and final assignment due dates (this will help you keep track of and stay on top of them due dates. from that list, trace backward to make a review or study plan to prepare for the tests and work on the assignments. if there are any time conflicts, especially for those who are now living in a different timezone from their schools or colleges, email the instructors to seek solutions or alternative options)

- again, find a good spot with good wifi, good lighting, and a desk (if possible, try to recreate your ideal exam environment as closely as you can while studying and reviewing for the exams. this can reduce the anxiety of tests and/or unfamiliarity)

- be prepared for technical difficulties (especially mentally, so that you don’t plan out a course of action to take if they ever arise. draft an email template. research in advance the contacts of people whom you can report to - IT personnel, your instructors, student office, etc.)

- bring everything you need to the exams - but no distractions (like mentioned earlier, if you need any special accommodations that are considered "unacceptable" in an in-person exam/quiz, now it's the time to bring them along - you’re in charge of your test space now, so make it as comfortable and accomodating as you want)

- plan your desk set-up prior to your exams (so many extra items. still so little desk space. therefore, plan ahead so your desk does not turn into a mess when you take your exams. plan where you want to put your notes, textbooks, calculators or scrap paper. think about how much use you’re gonna get out of each item and place them within or slightly-out-of reach accordingly. charge your laptop. sharpen your pencils. have your backup stationery handy. lay out everything you need onto your desk the night before your tests. this can create a feeling of preparedness and thus, reduce anxiety as well)

- make cheatsheets (the goals when making them are simple: (1) get you to rewrite your notes for that good memorization; (2) condense your information and find a connection between them for a thorough understanding of the materials; (3) reduce the time you use to flip through your notebooks or textbooks or google for information during the actual tests)

- time yourself with mock exams (if you are given mock exams to practice with, do them, with a timer. this will help you familiarize yourself with the stress of being timed, thus reducing your anxiety during the actual tests)

- get enough sleep and eat properly (even if the exams or quizzes are online, they are still, at their core, tests. and tests are always stressful and energy-consuming. so take care of both your physical and mental health, especially during the week leading up to your exams)

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the32ndbeat · 4 years

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𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐣.𝐲𝐧 - [ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 ]

pairing: stalker!jaehyun x fem!reader ( ft haechan and loona’s haseul )

word count: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of BDSM and mature themes

a/n: this is kinda short but I hope you guys like the first part of the ‘only you’ series!

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You were like a breath of fresh air and something like an alluring enigma amongst the common folk the moment you stepped through those doors. Your hair is swept up into a loose bun with stray locks falling around your face, framing it in the most beautiful way possible. The white cotton shirt you’re wearing is sheer and I can almost see the outline of your bra if only you weren’t wearing a cardigan over it but it’s ok. It looks flattering on you and does nothing to detract you from your beauty.

There is a hint of a smile on your lips, the sunshine illuminating the side of your face and bringing out the liveliness in your eyes that I rarely see among people these days. As you mutter your apologies and slide past an old man who has been staring at the same hammer for the last ten minutes, you exude grace even just by the way you walk and hold yourself.

“Hi, do you work here?”

It takes me a moment to register the fact that you are actually in front of me, looking me in the eye and talking to me. Your voice is as angelic and beautiful as you are, almost like music to my ears. I can already imagine how it would sound when I take you to bed and thinking about it makes me all tingly in the inside. I tap on the brass name tag pinned to my shirt and gesture towards the tool belt I have hanging loosely on my waist. Realisation dawns upon you, followed closely by mortification.

You smack yourself on your forehead, an embarrassed giggle escaping from those cute lips that I want on mine.

“I’m so sorry, that was so stupid of me…” You say and you squint to look at the tiny black letters on the name tag. “Jaehyun.”

“It’s completely alright. We all have moments like that,” I laugh and a smile tugs on your lips.

“It happens so much more often for me though.” You sigh and I wonder if anyone has ever made you feel like you’re any less intelligent than the average person. The thought of that makes me annoyed but I don’t dwell on it.

“Anyways, I was wondering if you guys sell ropes and duct tape here?”

Ropes and duct tape? My, my. What could you possibly need them for?

The question is itching at the back of my mind but I push it away as I flash you a bright grin.

“We do. Right this way.” I turn and you follow behind me.

Manoeuvring between shelves and people, we finally reach the rope section and it takes you a moment to get past a burly man blocking the aisle. He checks you out with those leery eyes of his as you walked towards me and internally I feel irritation creeping in. Creeps like that don’t deserve to look at you that way. You should be respected and men like that don’t respect women like you. I try not to think of how many times this must have happened to you without your notice as I gesture towards the spools of rope of all thickness and colours.

“We’ve got a wide selection here and you’re free to choose whichever you want and however long you want it.”

“Wow, you guys have every kind of rope here.” You said, amazement written all over your face as you grazed your fingers over the spools.

“Yeah, kind of essential since we are a hardware store after all.” I reply. How would those fingers feel on me?

You laugh and there it is again, that smile of an angel. You are so unlike other girls as cliche as that sounds and I can’t help but want to know more about you. Just who are you?

“You’re right. I ask some of the weirdest and most obvious questions ever sometimes, don’t mind me.”

I’d never mind if it’s you.

“I won’t, don’t worry.” I smile as I stuff my hands into my pocket and watch you take your pick of which rope to purchase. As you walked up and down the aisle, I can’t help but notice how snug those jeans looked on you. They look gorgeous on you, bringing out the shapeliness of your legs. When you turn your back to me, I try not to let my eyes drift down to your bottom.

“I’ll have about ten metres of this one!” You declare with a satisfied smile after a moment of deliberation, patting a spool of thin, straw rope.

“Alright,” I pull out a pair of scissors and measuring tape from my tool belt and get to cutting the rope.

“If you’re wondering why I’m buying rope and duct tape, I can assure you I’m not a kidnapper. I just realised how my shopping list could give you the wrong idea.” You say suddenly with a nervous chuckle and I raise my eyebrow at you.

You see the curious look on my face and continue, “Neither am I engaging in…BDSM… This isn’t a fifty shades of grey thing.” The flustered expression on your face is so cute, my heart could burst. What a cute and pretty face with such mature thoughts. Nobody said anything about fifty shades but here you are, assuming that was what I thought of. I wonder, just how dirty your brain actually is and realise with a start that you probably want me to know that you harbour such naughty thoughts so that’s why you said what you said.

I couldn’t hold back the chuckle at the back of my throat as I ask, “Then what is it?”

“I’m actually an architecture student at the local college nearby.” You say and I detect a hint of pride in your voice. You want to impress me - I can tell with that overly bright smile of yours when you said that.

“That’s amazing. Architecture must be pretty hardcore to study,” I say as I loop the cut rope over my elbow.

“It is,” you roll your eyes and groan. “I’m only a freshman and I haven’t even been here half a semester and I’m already dying.”

I laugh softly at your words and you smile. You like the attention I’m giving you.

“Well, it’s only going to get worse so I suggest taking it easy…” I trail off.

“Y/n.” You beam at me and I find myself replaying the sound of your name over and over in my head.

Y/n. Y/n. Y/n. What a charming name.

I grab some duct tape for you off the shelves and we head to the cash register which was as usual unattended to. Normally, I would have given Haechan a piece of my mind for his negligence again but this time, I couldn’t be more grateful.

“Is that all you’re purchasing for today, y/n?” I ask as I scan your items. I love the way your name rolls off my tongue, I could say it a thousand times and never get sick of it.

“Yup! Can’t really afford anything else at the moment either but I’ll probably be back when I need more supplies.” You sigh before adding, “College kid things.”

I’ve never been to college but I nod in an understanding way anyways and you grin.

“It’s just so tough these days, you know? Student loans and all plus the costs of living in the city? Insane.”

“Insane, indeed.” I repeat after you and as you hand me your credit card, our fingers touch briefly. Did you do that on purpose?

I take a good look at your credit card as you were staring out at the streets, seemingly preoccupied with a child who was chasing a flock of pigeons.

Y/n l/n.

Hm, you could have given me cash but you gave me your credit card instead. You want me to know your name, not just your first name but also your last. I see what you’re doing.

I smile to myself as I proceed with the transaction. Bagging up your purchase, I pass them over to you and you say thank you. As you head out onto the street, you turn back and give me another of your dazzling smiles and I feel my heart stutter. How do you already have this effect on me?

I watch you glide down the streets outside with your hair flowing in the wind and the sunlight bringing out the brightness and liveliness in your eyes. The group of girls walking by can’t even hold a candle to you and as you walk past them, they regard you with envious looks which I can’t blame them for. You look simply beautiful.

Once you are out of sight, I whip out my phone.

Y/n l/n. Architecture student.

First, I open up instagram. A quick search of your name doesn’t yield any results. Huh, figures. I try searching up your college instead and this time, I’m slightly more successful.

I find the architecture faculty’s instagram page instead.

A simple scroll down the page shows me a freshmen group photo and I easily locate you within a heartbeat. How could I not?

In the list of tagged usernames, I find yours and…

Bingo.

I’m at your instagram profile and I’m shocked to find it on public mode. You’re not very cautious online and I’m not sure if your parents ever taught you about staying safe on the internet but even if they did, you clearly didn’t take them very seriously. I understand why you left it on public though. You want to be seen and to be heard. Well, here I am.

Barely a minute into looking through your instagram, I already have to control myself. The pictures you take are extremely flattering and you look exceptional in every single of one of them even though some of your post captions say otherwise.

I see a picture of a room’s interior from the corner of my eye and I click on it.

It’s a picture of you and another girl which I presume must be your roommate in a small room that looked more like a broom closet than an actual room. The captions say ‘Move-in day! Super excited and unfortunate to be in the same dorm as Haseul ugh ( jk love you )’

I smile despite myself. How cute.

You have a goofy smile on your face, your friend has her arms around your waist and the two of you look so happy. Yet, I find myself looking at something else instead.

Your window.

(part 2)

thank you to @ihearttbz for helping me to proofread this! ily ><

tagging: @hae-sicheng @soothingjae

do send me an ask or pm if you want to be included in the taglist for the next part!

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 4 years

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Best Friends - Julian Spitzer (Mrs. Fletcher)

So, I watched Mrs. Fletcher recently...and omg Julian is the absolute cutest soft boy ever. I lob him bery much.

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Julian and I met in high school. We were both somewhat of outcasts and had a lot of the same bullies, so we had a lot to bond over.

Besides sharing Brendon Fletcher as our main bully, we also got along really well and had even more things in common. Same interests in music and moral and such.

The first time we met was actually when he was getting pushed around by Brendon. I saw this and intervened. I wasn’t that picked on before that, but I pissed off Brendon and damaged his fragile male ego. So in turn, I got bullied a lot more.

Julian felt bad about it, so he tried to ignore me so that I wouldn’t get bullied by association. It just made me want to be his friend even more.

Over time, we kept each other’s backs every time we got harassed. Julian didn’t really have much of a choice to not be my friend at that point. But in the end, we bonded really well and he was glad he had someone to rely on.

Now that high school was over, it was a big stress reliever for both of us. We both decided to go to community college. Julian was very intelligent and I believed he could get into any Ivy League he wanted, but he was too scarred by high school to do so.

In my case however, I didn’t really have a great GPA due to some...depressive states during school. So, community college was really my only option, but I didn’t mind it all that much. At least I got to be with Julian.

Julian and I pretty much had all the same general education classes, which made us both happy. But we were able to choose an extra curricular course, that was the only class we differed from. He chose some writing class and I chose theatre.

I teased Julian that he could totally fit the role of theatre kid, but he wanted to write more. I just had to suck it up, we couldn’t be together 24/7...unfortunately.

Being so protective of each other, I kind of developed a major crush on him over the years. It was problematic at times. I made sure Julian stayed oblivious though, I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.

For some reason, Julian and I were at a party. An off to college type party. Surprisingly, Julian was the one who suggested it, to which I laughed until I realized he was serious.

I was absentmindedly circling the brim of my red solo cup filled with cheap, bitter beer. I wasn’t really a drinker, but I felt I had to be just a little bit buzzed to survive this party full of former jocks.

I didn’t really listen as Julian was keeping up a pleasant conversation with a couple people, feeling my apathy starting to act up.

I gasped when I felt the lukewarm beer splash in my face. I turned to see Brendon guffawing with his friends, finding it so hilarious that he kept throwing pieces of candy at me.

“What the fuck?” Julian shouted when he felt candy being thrown at him as well.

Brendon suddenly smiled wide. “Spitzer! Y/L/N!” He kept throwing candy at us. “That one was an accident, actually. Hold on.” He threw more.

“Oh, no. I’m being attacked by a cool guy with...candy.” Julian said, making you giggle the huff when you kept getting hit by the hardened sugar.

“Couldn’t you just bully us online? It’s like, what people do now.” Julian said.

Brendon smirked and walked up to us, throwing a wink my way. “Way more fun in person.”

I felt my blood boil just by looking at his face. “You’re gonna get to college and everybody’s gonna see exactly what you are, you know that right?” I spat, Julian looking at me proudly.

Brendon had a somewhat confused expression on his face, but chuckled. “That is some deep stuff, Y/N. Real deep.”

I rolled my eyes and turned to Julian. “Let’s just get out of here.” I said, taking his hand, but Brendon stopped us.

“Don’t, wait. Sorry, okay? Like...I feel like I was a dick to you, both of you. All though high school.” Brendon said.

I scoffed, remembering all the horrible shit he did to both of us. “Yeah?” Julian said.

“Uh, I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m sorry, okay?”

“Then why the hell were you even like that, huh?” I fussed at him.

Brendon avoided our eyes and looked down. “Ah, is that your phone?” He asked Julian.

“Uh, yeah?”

“Why don’t we end on a good note, take a picture.” Brendon forcefully grabbed Julian’s phone. “Let’s take a selfie, yeah?” He started to grab both of us, bringing us closer to his body.

Julian and I both struggled against the jock’s grip. I let out a frustrated huff when I felt Brendon’s hand grope my tit slightly. I knew it probably wasn’t an accident...asshole.

Brendon lifted up the phone and flipped the camera to selfie mode. “High school forever!” He said in a high pitched tone and snapped the picture, the product being blurry due to our struggle.

The douche finally let us both go. “Can I have my phone back now?” Julian asked annoyed.

“Yeah, of course.” Brendon said, dunking the phone into my red solo cup.

“Fucking asshole!” Julian yelled, immediately taking his now beer covered phone out of the cup. “Fuck.”

“You need some rice.” Brendon teased and walked away.

I huffed angrily, storming up to Brendon despite Julian’s protests. I tapped on his shoulder harshly and he turned around, wearing a smug smirk. “Eat shit, asshole.” I said, thrusting my cup up to his face.

Brendon’s face was drenched in beer, and my cup was now empty. He wiped the beer from his eyes and looked at me with a glare, raising his fist.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the painful impact, hearing the thud of colliding skin. But I didn’t feel any pain.

I turned to see Julian with a now bruised cheek. “Cunt.” Brendon spat as he passed me.

I quickly went to Julian, who was smiling slightly, showing his slightly blood coated teeth. “I’m so sorry, Julian.” I tried not to cry.

Julian shook his head. “Don’t be. Let’s just get out of here, like you said.”

I nodded, taking Julian’s hand once more and leading him out of the packed house and to my car. “Fucking limped dick asshole, piece of shit...” I continued mumbling profanities as I gripped my steering wheel tightly, making my knuckles turn white.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Julian looking at me with an eyebrow raised. “You good?” He asked nervously.

I huffed. “Yep. Perfect.”

“Uh...sure you are.”

“Brendon is such an asshole!” I raised my voice, making Julian flinch. “...sorry.”

The rest of the drive to Julian’s house was silent, not an uncomfortable silence but not comfortable either. “I’m sorry about tonight, Jules.” I whispered.

Julian smiled weakly, rubbing my shoulder gently. “At least he punched me and not you.” He said, making me blush. Thankfully, the headlights of the car didn’t illuminate my face that much.

“So, see you at school?” I smile at him.

Julian grinned and nodded. “I will.”

⚫ ⚫ ⚫

The next couple days were a blur, just preparing for the first week of college classes. I was excited, mostly for the hopefully pleasant experience of meeting nice people and helpful professors.

And of course, seeing Julian.

I wanted to carpool with him, but he insisted on taking his skateboard everywhere during the day. Thankfully, he was going to allow me to drive him to his only night class.

I walked down the decently busy halls of one of the many college buildings on campus in search of my first class of the day. Having a little pep in my step as I finally found the right hallway.

I grinned when I saw Julian standing outside the classroom, playing on his phone. “Well, hi there, classmate!” I smiled, causing Julian to jump at my sudden greeting.

“Hey.” He smiled back, reaching his hand out. “Nice to meet you!” I rolled my eyes and shook his hand, deciding to play along. “You look very familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?” He joked.

“Shut up.” I laughed, pushing his shoulder.

“Well, shall we?” Julian motioned to the almost empty classroom.

“We shall.”

And a day full classes later, I could finally relax in my car listening to music with Julian. “I didn’t think it would be so exhausting walking everywhere. The classes weren’t bad since it was just going over the syllabus, but the walking...” I huffed.

Julian chuckled. “Yeah, the walking around we’ll have to get used to.”

I turned to face Julian. “So, excited for this night class?”

Julian nodded. “Totally. Since it’s an extra curricular, I’ll probably enjoy it more.”

“Well, I’ll pick you up later then?” I asked.

“Yep.” He said, opening up the passenger side door. “Don’t be late, please.”

“Me? Late? Never?” I giggled.

As I entered my home, I thought about about taking a nap. But then if I did, I knew I’d sleep in late. Getting homework done early it is.

A few more hours pass and it was probably time to pick up Julian. I got back in my car and drove to his place, to see him already sitting on his porch. “Wow, you’re on time.” He teased.

“Oh, hush. I know how much you hate being late to things.”

“You’re so thoughtful.” He smiled, buckling his seatbelts.

“Have fun.” I told him as he got out of the car when we got to the college parking lot.

“I’ll try.” He smiled again, closing the door and heading inside the building.

I decided to go to a Starbucks to pass the time, since the class was only half an hour. I also didn’t feel like going home, plus it’ll save gas.

I looked at my phone to check the time. Eh, I could probably head back over just in case the class gets out early. It didn’t, but I waited in the parking lot anyway. Just playing on my phone, trying to distract myself. It caused me to jump when the passenger side door opened suddenly. “Oh! It’s just you.” I laughed.

Julian got in the car with a bashful smile. “It me.” He giggled.

“What’s got you all smiley?” I asked.

“Uh...” He started, “There was this...gorgeous woman in my class.”

My curious smile quickly fell, turning into a slight frown. “Oh, really?” I tried to sound happy.

“It’s uh, Mrs. Fletcher.”

The awkward silence was suddenly filled by my obnoxious laughter, making Julian frown. “Brendon’s mom? Isn’t she like, 50?”

“I don’t know...” Julian mumbled.

“Julian, you can’t be serious. Right?” Julian said nothing, thus making a silent confirmation that he was being serious. “Oh...” I frowned, suddenly feeling an ache in my chest. “Well...I’m happy for you then.”

...I guess.

As if it couldn’t get any worse, Julian would go on and on about this Mrs. Fletcher every day. Which was annoying since I was with him almost every day. It took a lot for me to not yell at him to shut up, but wouldn’t do that to him...I hope.

It hurt a lot, knowing that Julian was into another girl...well, woman. All the times he talked about her, I wished it was about me instead.

It made me feel selfish for feeling that way. Mrs. Fletcher was probably a nice woman, compared to her son at least. But I keep thinking of ways to murd- “Y/N?”

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Julian. “Sorry, what?” I asked.

“You weren’t here.” He said, looking concerned.

I smiled weakly. “I’m here. I’m here.”

Julian didn’t look convinced, but shook his head. “Well, as I was saying, Eve isn’t 50. She’s 45. But she looks like she’s in her goddamn 20′s.”

“She’s probably made of plastic...” I mumbled out accidently.

“Hey!” Julian shouted, laughing off his slight offense.

“Sorry. It’s just...we’re supposed to be studying.” I sigh.

Julian held up his hands up in fake surrender. “You’re right. You’re right.” He looked back to his notes. “But one more thing-”

“Oh my god, Julian! I don’t wanna hear about Mrs. Fletcher and her perfect personality, perfect body, and her perfect everything! I’m fucking sick of hearing you go on and on about how much you like her and how you feel a connection!”

Julian looked at me with a shocked and hurt expression, making me sigh and rub my hands over my face. “Why?” He asked quietly.

“I...” I stuttered, sighing and standing up from the bed to gather up all my textbooks, quickly leaving his room before he even got a chance to ask why I was leaving.

I heard Julian run after me, but I made it to the door, promptly tripping over my own feet before I even made it to my car. My textbooks flew everywhere as I rolled over on my back with a groan, mostly hurt from embarrassment.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Julian quickly ran and kneeled beside me. “Please, tell me you’re okay.”

I sighed. “Yeah...yeah, I’m okay.” I sat up to meet Julian’s concerned puppy dog eyes.

“Why did you just leave like that, huh? What’s the matter with you?”

I closed my eyes, not wanting to pour out all my hidden feelings for this pretty boy. But I knew he wasn’t going to let me ignore him. “I like you, okay?” I said suddenly. “I hate listening to you talk about Eve cause I’m jealous. I want you to feel that way about me, not some woman who’s more than twice your age.

Julian stayed silent, making me sigh. “I do want you to be happy, Jules. And if that’s with Eve then...I just have to learn to accept it.” I paused. “I should go.” I whispered, lifting myself off the concrete.

Julian stayed crouched to the ground as I gathered my fallen textbooks and opened my car door to toss them in the backseat. “Y/N, wait.” I heard Julian say from behind me.

I reluctantly turned around to face him. “What is it, Jul-”

I was cut off by Julian placing his lips onto mine. My eyes widened, shocked about what was taking place. Julian pulled away, too fast.

“I’ve like you for such a long time, Y/N. Ever since you saved me from Brendon three years ago. I was into Eve because...well, I didn’t think you felt that way about me.”

My mouth hung open in shock, not knowing what to say. “I had no idea you felt that way about me either...obviously.” I chuckled nervously.

Julian smiled, tenderly rubbing my cheek with his thumb. He leaned in again, but I pulled back. “What about Eve?” I asked.

“I don’t care about her anymore. You’ve always been my number one.”

I smiled and blushed. We both leaned in at the same time, our lips colliding in a passionate kiss that was now filled with understanding and longing.

It took a lot of willpower to pull away from Julian, wanting to stay like this forever. “So, do you wanna be my boyfriend?” I asked timidly.

“Absolutely...girlfriend.”

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A bit of a stray from my previous post, jesus 😅

#mrs. fletcher #julian spitzer #julian spitzer x reader #julian spitzer imagine #owen teague

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cookie-gal · 4 years

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Ranma 1/2 modern au

Part 2 : Electric Boogaloo

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• Ukyo was Ranma's childhood friend and their "engagement" was a similar case to Goku and Chichi, Ranma promised to marry Ukyo as a kid and didn't fully understand the concept of marriage

• Essentially Ukyo hasn't let that promise go along with the other promise Ranma made involving her Okonomiyaki sauce.

• They kept in touch throughout the years but lost touch around their teen years, probably around age 14, since Ranma started going ham with all the tournaments and training and Ukyo going to culinary school and running her Okonomiyaki business.

• So it was a bit of a shock for each other after all these years. Especially with Ranma and his curse.

• Ukyo just laughs at him "I don't know if I should feel bad for you or laugh." And Ranma just goes "stop" 👁👄👁

• Ranma acts like he doesn't remember his promises to Ukyo, but he actually remembers them and is a problem since he's now engaged to Akane. And also Shampoo.

• But Ukyo isn't going to back down from marrying Ranma. Girl is here to get her man and Ranma isn't stopping her really either. He really can't say no to most things she does since he got a soft spot for Ukyo, she was his first true friend growing up. Saying no to her makes him feel bad.

• She probably uses that to advantage to screw over Shampoo or Kodachi. She will literally go, "Hey Ranma, I heard you were hungry, let's go to my shop, I'll make you your favorite okonomiyaki" while he's dealing with Shampoo who insists they are on a date. He just shrugs and goes, "I guess I'm getting okonomiyaki" and leaves

• Ukyo, when she moved into town, she didn't really need to go to college. After all, she graduated early from culinary school since she is a cooking prodigy. But she decided to attend the same college as Ranma to at least get some sort of degree in Business Management to help her expand her business.

• Ukyo herself can relate to Akane to the struggles of femininity and masculinity. And this helps establish a friendship between them, much to everyone's surprise. Though their friendship doesn't stop their rivalry for Ranma, they are just more tame and aren't purposely trying to sabotage each other.

• P-chan is not Ryoga. (Personally I found it creepy that he relied on his pig form to get close to Akane which as resulted in their one sided romance) P-chan is Akane's pet pig that Dr. Tofu gifted to her.

• Ryoga, sometimes when he's in his pig form gets mixed up with P-chan but he GTFO once he gets the chance because he feels like he's invading on her personal life without her consent.

• Nabiki is still a trickster and trying to make coin anyway she can.

• Absolutely tries to become Red's manager, when she finds out that Ranma uses his female form to be a twitch streamer. She is the one running his online merch store and managing his social media accounts of Red.

• Though the easiest person for her to swindle is Kuno. She can easily be like, "Hey, you wanted a a shirt owned by Red. I will let you touch and look at it for 21,000 yen (roughly $200 usd) If you want to own it Kuno baby, it's 52,000 yen (roughly $500 usd)" Anything, from a hairbrush owned by Akane, photos, doing small favors like delivering gifts to Red or Akane, she charges a lot.

• This is why she's out her flexing by wearing only designer clothes and has all the latest tech. Akane over hear still using wired headphones while Naniki laughs in airpods with custom charging case. She probably walks up to the dinner table wearing designer clothes, with her airpods in, and holding onto her new phone, going "Sorry, I don't speak poor" Kasumi or Mr. Tendo scold her and she drops the attitude.

• She's in her early 20s, probably 21, and majors in Business Economics. She doesn't really have a set career in mind, she just goes with a flow.

• Her and Kuno's relationship is odd to everyone. She isn't flat out repulsed by him and doesn't fight him like Akane does. She just messes with him. But it seems like they have a deeper relationship underneath Nabiki swindling him. No one knows whether they secretly actually have a thing for each other, their just business partners, or just friends. But from the looks of it, Nabiki will continue to swindle him to make some fast cash.

• Kasumi had to grow up quickly since her mother passed away when she was a teen. Being the oldest, she helped her dad with raising Nabiki and Akane.

• This definitely influenced her to persue a career as a school teacher when she reached college. Currently she works at a local elementary school as a kindergarten teacher.

• Since she had two help raise two girls and now is a teacher, and is essentially raising several children, she is like in full mom mode most of the time. You know she probably has the cabinets in the Tendo house full of kid snacks or normal snacks cut down to size. Absolutely no alcohol, she got that locked up somewhere. Absolutely decorated the house with bright little colors. No one wants to tell her to tone it down since they are either used to it or just can't help but find it cute and or hard to say something to Kasumi.

• Dr. Tofu, although he is good friends with Kasumi, still gets flustered around her. He is hopelessly in love with her while Kasumi is as dense as a rock when it comes to her love life.

• Honestky it's like she and Dr. Tofu are talking about Ranma and Akane's relationship and goes, "Don't you hate it when two people clearly like each other but are as dense of rocks. It's so frustrating. It much be really frustrating too to be in love with someone when they don't notice you." And he's in the background screaming in pain.

• 100% they were friends in high school. And since high school, Dr. Tofu got that fat crush on Kasumi.

• Though something to note, Kasumi might not have any desire to run the dojo, but the queen is fit. She and Dr. Tofu have been work out buddies for years. Kasumi isn't staying fit for attention, rather she does it for herself and to stay in good health. So during high school, she and Dr. Tofu became work out buddies to help each other stay healthy.

• Kodachi is a gymnastics prodigy. From a young age she started training and completing in gymnastics competition. So she did online school for a good chunk of her life.

• This resulted not only in her big ego, but also her competing in the Olympics for Japan from a young age, 17 years old.

• She knows she can be set for life as a professional gymnast, however she needs a back up plan in case she has to retire early from that career. This is why she is currently studying in college to be a theatre teacher. She loves performing so she's okay with becoming some sort of teacher that involves performing.

• However she's not going to the same college as the rest, she goes to another one, a prestigious school, and she's on their gymnastics team as the team leader. The only time the gang sees her is when she has to compete against their college's team, or around town

• Kodachi growing up knew if she were to marry, she wanted to marry someone who was confident, can kick ass, and is genuine. Well Ranma falls into those categories for her and she started to fall for him when she saw him compete in a martial arts tournament that was happening in the same town where she was competing for a gymnastics tournament. They were about 18, Kodachi remembers him but he doesn't remember her.

• She sees him in town expecting to run into his arms and go on a date but Ranma is out her going "I got a smooth brain, who are you?" Then he proceeds to go to Ukyo's restaurant to eat okonomiyaki with Akane.

• Rip Akane, she's frustrated that Ranma has 3 girls after him along with Kuno trying to hook up with her and Red. So technically Ranma has 4 people after him when he's supposed to be engaged to her.

#ranma 1/2 au #ranma au #ranma #ranma 1/2 #au #modern au #nabiki tendo #kasumi tendo #dr. tofu #kodachi kuno #kuno #p chan #ukyo kuonji

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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1131

survey by lilprincess

Approx. Time you began this survey: 6:46 on a Wednesday evening.

Describe your mood right now: Erm, a bit exhausted because I just ended a work shift; but content for the same reason. Right now I’m simply looking forward to dinner and crashing on the couch or my bed, wherever I feel like sleeping tonight.

Spell your first name without vowels: Rbn. Let’s just also remove y for this one.

Age you will be on your next birthday: 23.

Zodiac Sign: Taurus.

Do you believe what your horoscope says about your sign? I do not believe in astrology whatsoever.

What state/region do you live in? Somewhere in the Philippines somewhere close to Metro Manila.

Height: Like 5′1″ ish. I had a massive growth spurt in 4th grade that also ended in 4th grade, which will always be a funny story to tell people lmao. I went from being placed at the back of the class line to the front really quickly.

Do you smoke? Super occasionally. My last cigarette was like...all the way back in February last year. It was easier to hide the smell around my family before, but because my parents and siblings have mostly been staying at home in the last year it would be so easy to weed out the smell. I never feel like smoking anyway since I vape, so there’s been no reason to seek it out.

Do you drink? Yeah, sometimes socially and sometimes on my own if I wanna unwind and feel a lil buzz come through.

What's your ethnic background? Southeast Asian, specifically Filipino.

What's your religious background? Technically my ~background~ would be Catholic since I was born and baptized in that faith, but I’ve long let go of this. Excluding one very brief period in high school, religion was something I never held much belief and faith in, even if I've been taken to literally every Sunday mass for the last 23 years and even if I was enrolled in Catholic school from preschool to high school.

What's your natural hair color? Black.

What;s your natural eye color? Dark brown, almost black.

Do you have any bad habits you want to break? I do overtime work a lot but used to seldom file it on our company shift log sheet because I get shy that they must think I’m doing it just to be paid more, lol. I’m starting to file them every time I do OT though because fuck it, pay me.

Name a few of your positive habits. I like that I always find a way to meet deadlines. I like that I’m selfless, even though some would see it as a flaw. I’d rather do too much than say I never did anything at all.

Have you ever lived in a foreign country? No, the most I’ve done was travel to one for a week.

Did you vote in the Nov. 6 2012 presidential election? No because I am not American -___- The last election that took place before I was eligible was in 2010, and had I been able to vote then, I would’ve given mine to Gibo Teodoro, who I believe was the most qualified at the time.

Are you even eligible to vote? Yeah, I’ve been for the last 5 years. I’ve voted twice - once for the presidential elections back in 2016, and the next was for the senatorial elections in 2019.

Are you right handed or left handed? Right-handed.

When you write, is your penmanship usually neat or do you tend to scribble? It starts off neat for the most part, but it gradually gets messy and becomes more like a scribble if we’re talking about writing several essays in one sitting, which was usually the case in my exams in college.

Have you ever experienced an accident? (of any type): Sure, I’ve been in car accidents before. I’ve also been shocked once.

Do you have/want children? They would be nice to have, yeah.

Are you environmentally conscious? For the most part, yeah. But there are some things that can’t be helped, like me driving. Unless the government does something about the shitty public transport system that we have and have had for decades, I refuse to take it.

What's your favorite mode of transportation? Like I said, my own car. If I’m traveling, by plane.

Do you prefer 80's - 90's music compared to today's music? Eh, not at all. I prefer music produced these days.

Are you more of an introvert (quiet/shy), or extrovert (social butterfly)? I’ve been more of an extrovert in the last few years but I will always be shy at first upon meeting new people, like that will never change. I warm up a lot quickly now, though.

What's your favorite emoticon? :)

Do you miss the good old days of hand-written letters? I caught the super super super last part of this era, so I didn’t even get to experience it. I know snail mail was still kind of a thing when I was a kid, but at the same time that was happening my mom was also already using email to keep in touch with my dad, so.

Nowadays, though, when I do write letters to loved ones, I will still prefer to make handwritten ones, especially for a significant other or best friend. I don’t think I’ve ever sent out a computerized long letter.

Do you enjoy receiving or giving more? Giving, but it’s nice to be treated too sometimes.

Are you good at keeping secrets? Sure.

Do you take or give advice more often? I don’t usually get into situations wherein I’d have to do either, but I think I’ve been asking for advice more, especially over the last few months.

Do you have your driver's license? “I got my driver’s license last week, just like we always talked about...” Haha this question made me sing a bit. Anyway, yeah, I got it shortly after I turned 18 since I needed to quickly learn before college started.

Would you rather be poor & happy or rich but miserable? Rich but miserable. Soz but I’d solve 4854983594857 of my problems if I never had to worry about money.

Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? Never.

Have you ever blocked someone on Facebook? Probably not blocked, but I’ve unfollowed some current Facebook friends and unfriended others entirely.

Do you think recreational marijuana should be nationally legalized? Idk much about the topic since it’s taboo enough where I live, but sure, I guess?I haven’t heard one bad word about the effects of marijuana.

Describe your perfect first date. I’ve never really had a first date, but I imagine an ideal one would be pretty lowkey, just a stroll around a nice city and maybe have fancyish dinner somewhere.

Have you ever been high? Nope.

Have you ever watched a NC-17 rated film? Sure. A good handful of Kubrick films pass for NC-17, right? I’d be surprised if they weren’t, lol. I’ve been scarred by some of them for sure.

If you ever become reincarnated as an animal, what would you want it to be? A dog.

Do you remember where you were/what you were doing on September 11, 2001? No; I was 2 years old. I did ask my parents where they were in those moments, and my mom understandably missed most of it since the entire thing unfolded in the late evening in the Philippines. The only thing she can recall was being insanely worried for my dad, who had just started to work in the US back then.

Do you ever wish you were of a different nationality/religion? Yeah, to a certain extent, just because the political and socioeconomic situation here is very messy and it doesn’t really give us the nicest reputation in front of the world. I’m proud of my Filipino culture and heritage though.

Are you more of a junk food addict or health nut? Health nut is the last thing anyone should be calling me. But I’m not so much a junk food addict either? I do like spoiling myself with food, but I still monitor my intake.

Do you believe Antarctica should be considered the 7th world continent? Isn’t it already though?? We’ve always been taught there were 7 continents and Antarctica is one of them lol.

Describe your own sense of humor in 1 word: Gen-Z, if that counts as one word.

Have you ever quoted the Bible (or any other Holy Book)? If I ever did it was probably meant to be sarcasm.

Have you ever completed a Sudoku puzzle? No. Never figured out how to play it either.

Would you rather be a nuclear physicist or marine biologist? Marine biologist. That’s one step closer to one of my loves, biology. Plus I was never any good with physics, so.

Do you have a deep, dark secret you're hiding from every one? I guess.

Would you rather be able to soar like an eagle or swim like a dolphin? I’d make my childhood self happy and go with flight.

If you wanted to learn a foreign language, what would it be? Korean so I can finally stop reading subs, hahah.

Are you bi-curious? No.

Did you watch the Disney Channel or Nickelodeon more as a kid? The Nickelodeon cartoons were far more interesting to me. I think I only got into Disney when I got a little bit older, once I was able to appreciate the more mature content in shows like The Suite Life, That’s So Raven, etc. But for the most part our TV was always tuned into Nick Jr., Spongebob, Jimmy Neutron and the other Nick shows.

Name 5 films that were made the year you were born: American History X (great watch), The Truman Show, Mulan, La Vita e Bella if I’m not mistaken (one of my faves, no matter how gut-wrenching it is), and Shakespeare in Love.

Did you have a lot of friends in high school? Yes, eventually I did.

Do you rely more on the newspaper, Internet or TV as your news source? Social media these days since I find that online writers are far more discerning in their reporting than TV anchors, who stay neutral at best.

True or false: Bigger is better. Very vaguely put, but not always, I guess.

Do you think religion is the primary cause of war? No? There’ve been plenty other reasons for war.

What's your favorite pizza topping? ...Cheese.

Think of your wardrobe. What color do you wear the most? It’s still black, I think.

Have you ever been to a planetarium? Just once, on a middle school field trip. I’d love to come back, though.

Do you feel like you connect more with animals or other people? I don’t get to be with animals a lot other than my dogs, so I’ll go with people.

Do you feel like sometimes you have to lie in order to protect yourself? Wow so dramatically put haha but yeah, I suppose it does feel that way sometimes.

How often do you exercise? Literally never. I’ve stopped working out this year since I didn’t see the point, and I’ve stopped feeling like I had to ‘get back’ at my ex just by getting a more toned figure. I’m totally at peace with how my body looks, plus I never want to give up on my favorite foods and snacks lol so there’s that.

Can you swear in a different language? Putangina mong bobo kang gago ka. That’s three for ya.

Do you think teachers/doctors deserve to get paid more than pro athletes? Everyone deserves to be paid fairly to the point that no comparison should be necessary, period.

From a scale of 1- 5, you would rate this survey: Erm, a 4.5. I had to delete some questions I didn’t feel comfortable answering or that I found a little meh, but the rest I fairly enjoyed.

Do you think most of these questions were more original or more ordinary? It’s a bit in between.

Approx. time you completed this survey: Hahahahah 10:38 PM. I took a million breaks.

#survey #surveys

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thejudgingtrash · 4 years

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Virgin Percy and chad Annabeth omg

Here you go, love! :D Also kids feel free to stay away. It’s sfw/nothing explicit is going on, everyone is an adult but obviously there are small references about sex.

Let me swing that cliched trope, anon! :D also thank you again Torie @percyheartsannabeth ^^

Red Solo Cup (WC: 2.4k)

It didn’t come as a surprise to Percy that Annabeth rushed past him into his apartment and threw herself onto the sofa. She basically was at home at the Jackson’s and a more than welcome guest. “What happened?” Percy asked.

“Broke off with Ethan,” the blonde shrugged and grabbed his cherry coke. Another boyfriend that the college freshman dumped, another nonchalant reaction from his 19-year-old friend. Percy had learned early on not to ask Annabeth why her relationships didn’t work out. His best friend would rage into a monologue for hours and talk about every little detail. Every single one.

From the small size of a penis, to the number of warts her ex’s grandma had. Every detail. Percy had been burned more than once before.

“Well another one bites the dust,” the young woman said and turned her favorite show on. Percy had to admit. He was jealous. Whereas Annabeth was living her fullest and free as a bird with relationships and flings, he didn’t. Instead of hanging out with new friends, he stayed in and babysat his sister. His interactions were mostly limited to group chats. The Dominican rarely got out. Percy didn’t know whether it was social anxiety speaking or just an extreme case of introversion.

He looked okay, passable. According to some of Annabeth’s girlfriends he was cute and looked exotic, although he didn’t like that word. Having light eyes and a deep complexion shouldn’t count as looking exotic. Percy wasn’t built like his cousin Charles Beckendorf and he also didn’t have the charm of Annabeth’s ex Luke Castellan. Or the coolness of Annabeth’s latest fallen boyfriend Ethan Nakamura. But he was passable. More than fine. Not a huge slob, a great listener, an amazing cook and a great friend. So how come he never had a real relationship. How come that he never had been kissed, that he still remained a virgin to that day? Was his quietness that off putting? Percy just hoped that he wouldn’t join the crazy ranks of 40-year-old incels spewing their bullshit online and potentially harming people. He just wanted to find his soulmate he could cover in his baking goods.

“What’s going on?” asked Annabeth who was confused at his silence. Percy was usually way more talkative and would fight for the remote control because he hated watching her dramas.

“I don’t know. I’d really like to meet someone to talk to,” he confessed and didn’t dare to look her in the eyes.

“Huh? What do you mean? We’re talking right now.” She took another sip from his drink.

Percy rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I meant. I’d like to have a relationship. Explore crushes and love and all of that.”

Annabeth was surprised. She didn’t know that being single annoyed him that much. “Oh please. Relationships are overrated. Trust me.”

“It’s not just that. I haven’t got any experience.” Percy was a terrible flirter. Sweaty palms, accelerated heartbeat, and stuttering. Middle school and high school had been hell. “I haven’t even kissed someone and I’m nearly twenty!”

“So what? You’re making a deal out of this. It’s so weird and just not like you. That literally doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of life. Don’t force it. When you’re ready, you’re ready.” His friend shrugged. “Also, if I remember correctly, we have kissed before.”

A sloppy wet kiss that Percy buried deep into the darkest pits of his mind.

“Come on, Annabeth.” Percy rolled his eyes. He almost would have been offended if he hadn’t been so tired. “That was in ninth grade and part of truth or dare.”

Annabeth crossed her arms. “I still think that counts!” she disagreed.

Percy just sunk into the sofa and sighed. “Alright. How many people have I kissed that haven’t been you?”

Annabeth remained quiet. Percy had a point. He really didn’t go out to meet new people. Meet new friends or acquaintances. Meet someone who he could see as a date. The blonde felt uneasy and licked her lips. Her gaze rested on the young man next to her who had a sour expression on her face and continued watching Grey’s Anatomy against his wishes.

“Okay, Mr. I’d like a relationship. There’s a party next week at Reyna’s,” Annabeth started and caught his attention.

“You want to have some experiences? That’ll be the place to be and see what you’ve got. You’re in?”

Percy had to admit. He felt uneasy and nervous. But then he sealed his fate and nodded.

“Okay, let’s go to bed, I’m tired.” Annabeth and he sleeping in the same bed was a habit they had ever since they were nine and it never stopped.

The week passed. Seminars and classes had been attended and assignments were half way done. Friday evening was the time where everyone was finally letting loose. Percy was getting ready in his room.

Annabeth’s advice was a text she had sent an hour earlier which only said don’t show up naked, wear something comfortable. Not particularly helpful. He settled for a white dress shirt and dark jeans. Perhaps too much, perhaps too little. He wasn’t a party person so he wouldn’t know. It wasn’t much until he saw Annabeth in front of Reyna’s house where people were already drinking and laughing in front of it. She was speaking to a little group of people and seemingly cracked a joke as they began to laugh.

“Percy!” She waved him over. She looked good in her jeans and the dark crop top. Lose golden curls that rested on her shoulders. The group dissolved and entered the house.

Annabeth examined him. “You look good,” she smiled.

“Likewise.”

Annabeth’s mouth was agape. Then she laughed. “You really need a lesson in flirting. Let me be your teacher.” He’d rather not. Annabeth in hunting mode was something you only wanted to witness once.

As soon as they stepped into the house, they were greeted by clouds of weed, sweat and cheap alcohol. A brunette shadow walked up to them.

“Perseus! You made it!” Reyna hugged him and he stiffly hugged her back. Yes, he was that bad with people. Even people he had known for years.

“Hi Reyna,” he laughed. Reyna raised an eyebrow and looked at Annabeth. The native Puerto Rican thought that Percy would bounce like he always did.

“Reyna!” Thalia, Reyna’s girlfriend called for her.

“Okay, see you guys around.” Reyna excused herself.

Annabeth turned to Percy. “Alright. Let’s scout and watch out for some prey for you.”

“You’re making it sound like you’re Bear Grylls ready to fight for some survival shit.” Percy was weirded out. Party Annabeth was scary.

Annabeth laughed and slapped his shoulder. “That’s basically the spirit.”

He followed her into the living room which was full of drunkards shouting and grinding over the worst DJ Khaled remix that he has ever heard. Before Annabeth could talk about the plans she had in her mind for Percy, the fates had other intentions for them.

“Oh hey! Annabeth, right?” Some blond schmuck approached them. He looked like a trust fund baby that has never heard the word no in his life before.

“Octavian! Oh my god, it’s been a while!” They hugged and Percy felt incredibly awkward. Being the third wheel was not fun.

“Who’s that?” Octavian eyes the tall young man behind her.

“Oh, that’s just Percy, don’t mind him.” Ouch. That hurt.

“I’m going to get myself something to drink. You two have fun,” Percy decided. Annabeth waved and promptly forgot about him.

Percy fought his way to the kitchen. He had forgotten how rude drunk and high people could be, especially when they loved to block paths. As he entered the kitchen, he ran into someone. A young woman with auburn hair and a frown on her face.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” He asked and helped her stand up right.

“Oh yeah. I’m just tired of this place. Why did I agree to come to this party?” she sighed and was glad that the cute stranger wasn’t part of the annoying drunk crowd.

“I feel you. I hate this,” he sighed. They both shared a smile and a laugh.

“Why did we agree to this?” she giggled.

“I guess we like to torture ourselves,” Percy chuckled. She was nice. Found an instant liking to her. “Percy,” he introduced himself.

“Call me Calypso,” she smiled. An instant connection had been made.

“Want to drink something? Non-alcoholic that is?” Percy proposed and hoped that his voice didn’t crack.

“Gladly,” she left and took his hand.

It dawned Annabeth slowly. She had forgotten something. Didn’t she come to this party with an intention? Not just drinking and dancing. But something else. The college student had been talking to Octavian, danced with him, talked a bit with his friends and now they were alone again. It was abundantly clear that he was interested in a short fling.

“Oh fuck,” she remembered what she had forgotten. Or more who she had forgotten. Percy. Where was he?

“Huh?” Octavian asked.

“I’ve got to check in on a friend, don’t move, I’ll be right back,” the blonde smiled and winked.

“Oh, alright.” Octavian said. He was trapped in Annabeth’s web. Just the way she liked it.

Annabeth looked out for Percy. She had seen her friends Piper, Clarisse, Hazel and Reyna again but none of them had seen him. Annabeth checked her phone. Apart from Instagram stories that had been shared frantically, no new messages. Percy was the type to text her immediately should he leave. Hell, he would have told her in person.

She reentered the living room with a frown on her face. Her gray eyes scanned the area and actually found his messy black haircut on the dancefloor fairly easy. Percy and dancing. A smile slipped onto Annabeth’s face. Then it dropped. Percy wasn’t working it in the middle of the room alone. He had his hands around the waist of a curvy small brunette. Percy had gotten his wish. The entire purpose of this operation was to meet someone new. And the way he threw his head back to laugh proved that he fairly enjoyed himself.

Annabeth felt a thing and that one thing only: boiling rage. Her feet acted immediately. She marched to the dancefloor and pushed everyone aside that had been in her way until she got to Percy and the mysterious girl at his side.

“Percy! There you are!” Annabeth said and threw herself onto him in a hug and broke his embrace with the stranger. Then she grabbed him and pulled him out of the crowd. Confused, the mystery girl followed them.

Percy was perplexed and looked down at Annabeth, who was behaving very oddly. That was not the usual chill Annabeth he knew. Percy looked to Calypso and saw the hurt in her eyes. Oh no, she must think we’re together, he thought.

“Uh, Calypso this is Annabeth, a friend of mine,” Percy explained and saw how the brunette visibly relaxed.

“Best friend you meant to say,” Annabeth corrected and stole his red solo cup. She had to admit that being reduced to a friend hurt her way too much. Her smile cracked at the taste of soda instead of a delicious liquor. She had forgotten that Percy was a non-drinker in the heat of the moment. She needed something that would wash her annoyance away. Annabeth shook hands with that Calypso girl.

“Calypso, like the dance?” she asked with a slightly condescending tone.

“Uh yeah, exactly. Like the dance.” Calypso said and raised an eyebrow as Annabeth got a hold of Percy’s arm.

Percy looked back to Annabeth and gently tried to pry her off. Her grip only tightened, and her fingernails dug into his skin.

“And what is this supposed to be?” Calypso asked and pointed at Annabeth who claimed Percy’s complete right side. She sounded annoyed.

“Nothing,” Annabeth innocently smiled. The cold harsh look in her eyes said something else.

“Um, Annabeth, weren’t you talking with that Octavian guy? Or what was his name?” Percy’s discomfort was clear, and Annabeth ignored the hint.

“Oh yes, but I’d rather spend my time with you!” she grinned and didn’t let go of him.

“Sorry girlie but it’s clear that you’re ruining our moment.” Calypso’s hand waved between her and Percy.

“What moment? Am I not allowed to hang out with my best friend?” The irritation in Annabeth’s voice rose. Percy and Calypso looked at her in shock.

“If he’s your best friend, then I’m pretty sure that you’ll see enough of him? Just leave.” Calypso rolled her eyes.

“What if I don’t want to?” Annabeth innocently pouted and tilted her head. “Percy’s always there for me which is what I want right now. Sorry Calypso. We’re having a moment right now.”

Calypso’s mouth pressed into a thin line. Annabeth enjoyed seeing her frustration rise up.

“Alright, listen Annabeth normally I wouldn’t say this but you-” Calypso’s eyes widened. Annabeth had turned Percy’s head to herself and pressed a kiss onto his lips.

Percy’s eyes widened before they automatically shut down. Annabeth was an excellent kisser and her soft lips felt like a dream. Percy had to admit that he enjoyed the kiss. He enjoyed it way too much. Then he broke it off. Shock was written on his face and his eyes wandered from the all too pleased Annabeth to a speechless and hurt Calypso.

“I can’t believe it.” Calypso shook her head, turned around and left.

Annabeth smiled a victorious grin. Then she looked up to Percy and saw him for the first time. Not as a friend, but as a handsome guy that she happened to know all too well. His sea green eyes scanned her face and his lips were slightly parted.

“Annabeth, what in the fuck was that-” Annabeth cut him off with yet another kiss that she deepened. This time Percy didn’t break the kiss off. He held her tight and touched her warm back. He felt her grinning between the kisses.

“Come with me.” Annabeth said. She didn’t give him a choice. She took his hand and dragged him out of the building. Party be damned, they could celebrate at home amongst other activities. Alone.

“What are you doing? Where are we going?” Percy asked.

“Oh,” she said and turned around to look him in the eyes. “I’m just making sure that no one else is bothering you.”

The End

Tbh, I don’t mind me some hot girl Annabeth... Thanks again for the suggestion, anon!

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Cause Though the Truth May Vary, This Ship Will Carry (Gigi/Nicky) - Campvanjie

AN: Based on the prompt: “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” - “Well, you shouldn’t be saying it then.” A slight AU Gigi/Nicky, little bit of unrequited crushing and a lot of fate, originally posted to my old AO3 account on May 24th, 2020. Edited as well to add non-binary pronouns for Gigi out of drag, as the original used male pronouns. Don’t worry, I’m the original author and only want all of my stories collected under one pen name.

Summary: Nicky and Gigi strike up a friendship online, but just can’t meet until the time’s exactly right.

CW: slight mentions of homophobia.

The sun’s almost setting on an August day when Gigi flicks through the games in their library, bored of sniping enemies from rooftops, set on finding something else that has a competitive mode, kicking underneath the bed to find their headset. It would probably be best to at least try to talk to other people, and maybe even count up all the times people call each other gay without even realizing they’re talking to someone, who’s made sixteen dollars an hour dressing up as a girl and working at the rock climbing wall for all of high school.

There’s gay, and then there’s Gigi Goode; with a closet hanging full of custom couture, not that they’d ever admit to their mom that her work isn’t the worst.

There’s only one player in the team’s group chat, as Gigi adjusts their headset so they can talk into the mic.

“Hello?”

“Hey.”

“Hi!”, laughs the voice in his headphones; crackling as Gigi shoots and blows apart a box in the game’s lobby. There’s an accent there he can’t quite place, not that it matters so much, since the guy on the other end easily guides him through the map and even cracks a couple of jokes as one of the other team’s players is booted off a cliff. Maybe he’s Spanish, or Russian, since there are lot of Russian people on the server at this time of almost- night.

They queue for another round, his player’s character stopping next to a poster of one of the girls in the game.

“I like her, do you?”, he asks, and Gigi cringes a little. Straight guys were fucking exhausting, but this was just embarrassing-

“Like, this coat, with the belt like this, makes her waist look like she is a wasp. The insect, not the white people.”, he keeps talking, and Gigi’s eyes widen a little.

“Yeah, I’d buy those boots.”, they joke, hoping that whoever it is, will take it in stride, and he won’t have to listen to someone who’d been cool for the past half an hour, suddenly start losing their mind over how gay that was to say out loud.

“The boots? I want this hair- I want just Mortal Kombat hair but like this color, and maybe instead of a gun I want the scepter, like Sailor Jupiter. You’ve seen that, yes?”

Gigi blinks a couple of times. He’s serious?

“Like, of course. Yeah.”

“She’s a Mugler bitch. Hm, aren’t you?”, the voice teases on the other end; kicking at one of the boxes in the game.

Gigi is silent, as their queue timer runs out, and their team join another game which is already active when they’re dropped in.

“It’s the Hermes winter collection.”

“What?”

“That jacket is a dupe from the Hermes winter collection. You said Mugler-”, Gigi repeats, blasting through a wall in the game.

“Oh- oh you’re saying- this past winter! Of course! Maybe someone on the design team is also a fan?”

“Maybe.”

The two of them finish the round, and Gigi eagerly hits yes; when a little box pops up to add TheNickyDoll to their friends list.

(Gigi adds him back on Discord, too- because they’re probably not taking the Xbox to college, and then, they can send pictures right away.

He’s not a serial killer, and he’s cute.

Gigi can’t help but wonder if Nicky thinks the same of them.)

They slowly knit together in between Gigi’s first semester, and when Nicky moves into a new apartment in the eleventh arrondissement in Paris, and pops a bottle of champagne against his camera on his phone, propped up in his new kitchen. He plays with the zipper on his hoodie, and Gigi still can’t help but be surprised with how simple his wardrobe is.

Gigi spends hours carefully curating their wardrobe, though they supposed in Europe, there were just better pickings.

“Don’t you have friends?”, Gigi jokes, shirtless against the white brick walls of their dorm.

“Everyone will be over later, but I just wanted to do a toast for your timezone. It will be like three am for you when everyone else gets off work.”

“So this is a private party? Well… okay let me get my card.”

“Seriously? Not that kind of party!”

“Didn’t say it was. Congratulations, by the way. I got you something! Well like, I found it, and it’s so you-“

Gigi flicks the camera to face forwards, swinging to a painting hanging in the closet.

“Aw, well you didn’t have to- what the fuck is that?”

“Putin! I painted him in like the eighth grade. My mom was dropping off some stuff last weekend and I can mail him-“

Nicky’s eyebrows shoot up, pots and pans clattering on the other end of the line.

“Bitch, I am trying to not be the victim of a hate crime.”

Gigi laughs a little bit, flipping the camera back to focus on their face.

“I never asked, what do you even do?”

“What?”

“Like you- you have a job right? What’s your job?”

“Ah, I’m working, well I worked at a makeup store, but now I have some contracts, and maybe, you know- this neighborhood is where all the bars and the clubs are. If there’s no work on the runways maybe some will be looking for new girls.”

Gigi’s cheeks run hot for a moment.

“Wait, you- you’re a girl?”, they ask weakly, hoping it won’t absolutely ruin their entire… whatever it is, when you’d rather have a private housewarming alone in bed, than pretend to enjoy the beers that are flowing through the rest of the hall downstairs.

“Only when I’m being paid. Do you know- well, you have to in America you have RuPaul’s show- it’s like that-“

“You do drag? Wait, really?”

“Shhhh.”, he stops them, pressing a finger between his lips. “It’s like, I haven’t got any bookings yet but some of the clubs are interested- some of the parties, too. I can be a bottle girl.”

Gigi simply blinks repeatedly in the screen.

“What- is that too gay? I thought we were both pretty gay.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Hey-“, Gigi keeps the camera on their face, their eyes flicking up towards the naked mannequin resting against the closet door. Most of Gigi’s things were still at home, but there was a black feathered swimsuit they’d been working on- if they took out the waist just a bit-

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Wow, we are getting deep in, Dr Phil.”

“Seriously, what is it?”

“I’m feeling pink recently. Usually just- something simple. Blue. Black. It’s soothing.”

“Black is not a color.”

“Then it’s my favorite not-color.” Nicky pours from the bottle into a flute on her counter. “Get something to drink, come on.”

“Uh-“

“Doesn’t matter what. Come on!”

Gigi reaches for Red Bull, yesterday’s alcohol mixed into it, tangy and stale in the metal can.

“Okay.”

“Pace a Salute!”, Nicky cheers, and they clink their drinks against the camera.

Two months later, there’s a wrapped package on his stoop, covered in foreign postage, wet at the edges like it’s been through- what Americans would call the ringer, the labels so scratched over he can barely make out the return address, when he cuts the cardboard open on his kitchen counter.

If this was that stupid Putin painting, he was deleting Gigi from his entire life-

Inside, is fabric folded in paper, a little cloth ribbon tied around where a card is tucked in.

“I dont know what your actual skin tone is because you need better lights but merry Christmas if it doesn’t fit or doesn’t match sell it on eBay and get better lights”,

Gigi has written, in neat, large letters.

Nicky carefully unfurls the rest of it, and there’s a blue and pink bodysuit inside, accented with green and yellow panels that glitter like the facets of a diamond, and a yellow jacket, the bottom cut off just below the ribs, hemmed in thick stitches so the fabric won’t roll up.

Had Gigi gone and had this made? Or was it off the rack?, he wondered, digging for price tags and labels in the fabric.

Nothing.

Shit.

He fires off a message to Gigi, who is still showing as offline, given it’s probably six in the morning where he is.

14:17

How much is this “gift” you got me? Wtf…

FaceTime me later.

There’s predictably no response, and that night; he paints carefully in the mirror in his bedroom, laying out the little black dress he had chosen for the performance on his bed.

At the very last minute though, it’s that little suit from Gigi that wins out, nude panels sliding over his tights as he shimmies in front of the mirror.

It’s not perfect, but it all looks very nice.

When later comes, Gigi is wearing a red wig with blonde streaks that she runs her long fingers through, winking at the camera.

“My mom’s actually a professional seamstress. It didn’t cost anything, babe.”, she says with a little shrug, a tight yellow dress barely moving around his shoulders. There’s always a party here; and Gigi can’t imagine hating it more, the little college town bigger than he was used to, and yet still- too small for what she really wanted.

“If you want other stuff, I’ll send it. There’s lots of stuff that I don’t really wear anymore and we kind of have the same style. It’s not like anyone can say anything, then they’d have to admit they’ve seen me out in public. Or I could even make you something, I’m bored all the time.”

“Why are you doing this?”, Nicky asks.

“I dunno. It’s not like you’re my competition. You’re my friend.”

19:41

Anyway, I’m dropping out of school, getting a nose job and moving out to LA.

Gigi types out on their phone, underneath the table at their family’s annual thanksgiving dinner.

19:41

Maybe not all at once.

Nicky’s reply comes lightning fast- making Gigi grin.

“Are you seriously getting nudes right now?”, one of their brothers asks, and their mother glares at the both of them over the table.

“I’m getting some new sketches from my atlier in Paris.”, they seethe, glancing back down at the floor. Nicky’s been trying to teach him French, like it’s something that occupies them so that Gigi doesn’t implode; in between sending him links to his favorite shows to watch, and YouTube links to makeup tutorials.

(He still hasn’t figured out if Nicky means it; or if he’s trying to be shady, and just doesn’t know how.)

“Atlier is where you get the clothes made, dumbass. Mom’s sewing room isn’t Paris.”

“Shut up!”

“All of you just stop-”

19:43

It’s a hard time in life in general.

Try not to listen so much to those voices in your head.

Nicky’s text pops up with a loud, mechanical pinging noise, three dots still hovering under the message as Gigi forces looks up from the screen and glowers across the table as they reach for more baby carrots.

19:43

Make mistakes, but not too many, haha. You’ll figure it out.

If it makes you feel a little bit better, I’m moving to San Fran

19:43

What? For real?

Gigi’s nails frantically tap over the screen.

19:45

Yes! I bought a ticket.

And my husband called an immigration lawyer, we’re going to get my green card situation set.

“Lawyer-”, Gigi gasps; and their entire family pauses, glancing over the table at them.

“Jesus Christ. You did it, didn’t you? You got arrested your first semester, and you weren’t even gonna tell us-”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”, they snap, flipping the bird at their oldest brother.

“Well, you shouldn’t be saying it then.”

Their whole table erupts in a discussion Gigi can’t pay any attention to.

19:50

Cool.

That means I get to see you soon.

It’s gonna be great.

They taps ou, and close the app with a smile.

They hadn’t known if Nicky even had a boyfriend, not that it mattered; until it did.

Apparently; he had been married, for almost the whole time they had known each other- a blow Gigi hadn’t quite expected, to leave them as breathless as landing in Los Angeles; the shock not setting in, not in full, anyway- until they are standing in a new apartment, looking down at a menu of instructions on how to set up the wifi in the unit, fingers hovering over everyone in contacts.

They can’t call their mom; not this soon, and their brothers would tell her, and the whole plan would crumble; just like everything had with Nicky; whose calls Gigi had declined for the past solid month; the nights they had spent with their phones propped up behind desks and dressing room mirrors fading into something beyond memory; that they refused to think about any more than they had to, the messages asking if they’re alright answered in curt, short replies.

How could they have been so stupid, thinking that they were talking-talking, teasing that Nicky and they were friends; when Gigi didn’t even know what his real name was.

(Unless it was Nicky?)

Shit.

Gigi waits for their phone to load into the app, and refreshes the friends list a couple of times, until they can see Nicky’s icon at the top, the side of the circle cut through with a little green dot, and taps twice to start a call.

“Hi?”

Nicky’s greeting floats in the air, between a breath and utter silence before Gigi swallows their pride, pressing the phone to the side of their face.

“What do you know about connecting a router to a tower if I live on the…um third floor?”

The line crackles, but soon there’s a tiny, familiar chuckle. “First of all, that is not how you do any of that-”

They talk a little more, every day; in between, Nicky moves to New York and Gigi cuts a tape that they put in the mail with a wink. They’re due for a visit home soon, and carefully proposes- maybe it’s time they meet Nicky. New York isn’t far at all, and a layover would make for a cheaper flight, anyway.

Their plans stack up in hours of calls; and Gigi think they’re almost back to normal. Until, three days before the flight is supposed to leave, there’s a call they had forgotten to wait for, and their fingers hover over the message box below Nicky’s name, vibrating with anxiety and excitement all at once.

09:22

Hey. I had a family thing come up.

Gigi types, and then erases the text, steeling themselves as they taps out another one that makes a little more sense, and doesn’t seem like such a lie.

09:30

I’m so so so so sorry about this

I had some things come up and my trip fell through.

They send this instead, surprised to see Nicky start typing back immediately.

09:35

You’re not going to believe this

I have some work things that started recently and so it would have been really shitty to have a guest over now.

09:35

No way!

09:37

Yeah. :(( But we’re gonna hang out someday, I swear!

09:37

Dont worry! You’re definitely gonna see me.

Real real real soon!

“-Where do I go?”, Gigi asks, pulling at the bottom hem of the ornate jacket she wore, fiddling with the gold telescope in her hands. The lights behind the set burned brightly, making the thicker bottoms of the outfit feel much warmer than he had remembered them being.

“Go to that green square on the ground, and wait there, when you see the little arrow light up, you can enter the Werk Room and then we’ll have you stop inside, get your opening line, and let you see the other girls.”

“Okay.”

He does as he’s told, prancing in and kicking his boots in front of him as the lights move to capture Gigi’s entrance, his head only snapping to the side when given the signal, so he can see the others who are already crowded around the pink tables he’s only dreamed of seeing for so long.

“Holy Shit…Nicky?!”

In reality; Gigi can see far more of the detail of Nicky’s face; of her eyebrows and carefully painted cheeks and lashes, of all the effort that they had only really talked about, his eternal summer tan and the long fringe of black hair that he’s always nudging across his forehead, or slicked against a beanie, gone behind a platinum blonde veneer that’s so much brighter than Gigi has ever seen. She’s thinner, and taller, careful breaths underneath sequinned shoulder pads, knees knocking together as she gasps.

“Gigi!”

Widow and Crystal glance at each other over the pink table.

“Hold up, you guys know each other?”

In the flesh; Gigi is impossibly small, the sharp angles of her face, and the dark brown hair that sticks up in angles which Nicky traces against the white of his pillows in his bedroom on the screen of his phone in the morning, taped underneath a gold-tipped pirate hat, and lush, wavy curls. She looks like a model on the runways where Nicky used to work; so close to him that he can feel Gigi’s breath on the back of his hand, as he tightens his grip around the epaulets on her shoulder.

“Gigi Goode.”, she repeats, and Gigi giggles a little at that.

“The Nicky Doll.”, she laughs, and her voice sounds so much more solid, than it ever has over every crossed wire.

Gigi’s hand swings, squeezing Nicky’s tightly as they swing around the table; like the others who are there don’t matter at all. She rests her head on Nicky’s padded shoulder, cocking it just slightly, waiting there, as Crystal’s eyes flash at the scene before them.

“…and may the best woman win.”, Gigi whispers, only for Nicky to hear.

#rpdr fanfiction #nicky doll #gigi goode #gigi x nicky #pre-ship #fluff #online friends au #s12 #on set fic #queen au #campvanjie #concrit welcome

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sagesparrow394 · 5 years

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Insecure

AUs: Human, Chubby Logan

Summary: Logan was nervous enough for his first date, but when his date walks in and reveals himself to be ripped, he gets even worse.

Pairings: Analogical

Based off the post by @snakeboicouldbegayer. Also tagging @noahlovescoffeebecause heck, their art was so good and everyone needs to know about it.

Logan Berry bit his lip as he sat in the booth at the coffee shop. Why on earth was he doing this? He should just run, it would be best if he just ran.

Logan’s two best friends had convinced him to try online dating. Now, Logan wasn’t exactly a romantic. He’d never dated before, or shown interested in having a romantic relationship. This was mostly because of him focussing on college. However, Roman Prince and Patton Foster had got it in their heads that Logan was insecure about his weight. Which he wasn’t! Sure, he was small and chubby, and did not have the ‘ideal male body type’, but he wasn’t worried about it. He definitely wasn’t wearing a baggy sweater in the middle of summer to hide his belly and love handles…

Anyway, the point was, Logan was on his first date ever. He was going out with Virgil Storm, who he’d met on a dating site. Virgil had dark skin, black hair which he’d dyed purple, and wore the same baggy black hoodie with purple patches in all the photos on his profile. He liked many emo bands, and his favourite movie was A Nightmare Before Christmas, and he said he was looking for a guy who was smart and could keep him grounded. The two had messaged for a while, before arranging to meet up.

So here Logan was, sat alone in a booth in a coffee shop, waiting for Virgil to arrive.

Then, suddenly, Virgil stepped into the shop. Logan’s face drained of any colour it had.

Due to the high Florida summer temperatures, Virgil had his hoodie tied around his waist, and was wearing a purple Fall Out Boy tank top and black denim shorts. This clothing revealed something that had not been clear on his dating profile: he was ripped.

Logan should have ran. Maybe if he slid down under the table, Virgil wouldn’t see him and would just leave. Yes, that’s exactly what Logan would-

Too late, Virgil had seen him and made eye contact. Now he’s coming over. Oh dear god.

“Hey, Logan. I, um… It’s nice to meet you in real life properly.”

“Uh… Hi.”

Wow, great start, Logan. Perfect. Fabulous.

Virgil took a seat opposite Logan, scratching the back of his head. “So, erm… Nice place you chose. You want a drink? I can buy.”

Logan smiled. “Really? Thanks. Just a black coffee, please. Oh, and maybe…” He trailed off, catching himself. “Nevermind.”

“What is it? I don’t mind getting you more if you want it.”

“No, it’s okay, really, I- “

“Logan?”

Gosh, why was Virgil so darn pretty? There’s no way Logan could not listen to him.

“Well… they do some really nice chocolate cake here.”

Virgil smiled. “Got it. I’ll be right back.” He got up and headed to the counter.

Logan let out the breath he totally hadn’t been holding to suck in his stomach. Okay, he had to make sure not to demolish the slice of cake when he got it. Eat it slow so Virgil didn’t think he was a pig.

He was honestly surprised, though. He had had no idea Virgil was ripped! It wasn’t clear in any of his photos, and he never mentioned working out or anything like it when they were texting. It wasn’t a bad thing. In fact, he was, to put it as Roman would, ‘flaming hot’. The problem was it didn’t do a lot for Logan’s self-image.

Which he was perfectly confident with, by the way!

Totally.

Virgil came back a few minutes later with two black coffees and the slice of cake Logan requested. “There you go.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

Virgil sat back down. He paused. “You know if you’re hot, you could just take off your sweater.”

“Huh?”

“You’re sweating a lot. I understand sweating from the nerves caused by a date, but this is on a new level.”

“O-oh, um…” Logan bit his lip for about the tenth time that day. “I, uh, I’d rather not…”

“Why?” Before Logan could respond, Virgil spoke and answered his own question. “Oh, wait, I understand. It’s like a comfort or safety item right? I’m the same way with my hoodie. It’s boiling hot, but I still brought it with me. It’s like a constant. Everything around you is changing, but you’ve got something that won’t change unless you want it to. For me my hoodie, for you that sweater. I did wonder why you were wearing that sweater in all the photos in your profile.”

Logan nodded because that was definitely true, not because he was constantly trying to hide his gut.

Virgil smiled reassuringly. “In that case, I won’t force you to take it off.”

“Thanks. You know, for understanding.”

“Don’t mention it.”

There was another small silence. Logan picked up his fork and cut off a small piece of cake, putting it in his mouth. It was delicious… but he shouldn’t go straight in for another bite. He needed to make a good impression.

“How’d you know about this place? It’s really nice. Cosy.” Virgil looked around the café.

“I actually work here,” Logan replied, glad to be moving onto a different subject. “Just to get me through college. It’s my day off, and I knew this place is good, so I figured it’d be a nice place for us to come.”

“Well, now I know where to come when I want to ask you on another date,” Virgil smiled a little, looking at the table and fiddling with his hoodie sleeve.

Logan’s face flushed bright red. Well, redder than it already was due to the heat. “Wh-what? Uh, don’t you mean ‘if’?”

Virgil shook his head. “I like you, Logan. I was nervous when we first started messaging, but you really made me feel comfortable with you. Not many people can do that… I want to see you more.”

Logan couldn’t help but smile. “Well… I want to see you more too.”

After he said this, a squeal gained Logan and Virgil’s attention. They looked around, and Logan didn’t know whether to chuckle or groan.

Patton and Roman were sat at a nearby table, watching the two of them. Patton gave a little awkward wave when they were noticed, while Roman grabbed his hand and pulled him over to Logan and Virgil’s booth. Roman slid in next to Virgil, while Patton went next to Logan.

“Hi, Roman Prince, and this is Patton Foster. We’re Logan’s best friends. Nice to meet you.”

“Um, hi. Virgil Storm.”

“What are you doing here?” Logan asked, looking between them.

“‘Dad’ here got worried for you,” Roman replied, gesturing to Patton. “Which is understandable. You can’t trust those dating sights, you might have been being catfished for all you knew.”

Logan rolled his eyes. He guessed they were right… But they could have at least told him they’d be coming!

“So, how’re things going with you two?” Roman asked, leaning forward, elbows on the table.

“Uh, pretty good,” Virgil turned to Logan, giving him a small smile.

“I think better before you two showed up,” Logan added.

“I’m sorry, Lo, I didn’t want to ruin anything. I was just a little worried, that’s all,” Patton replied. “Speaking of being worried, you’re a waterfall right now. Why are you wearing a sweater and baggy jeans in the middle of summer?”

“U-um…”

Shoot.

“Lo, I don’t want you getting heat stroke. You need to take off the sweater.”

Logan looked between Patton and Virgil, feeling his hands shaking under the table. He tried his best to keep his voice steady. “Patton, I would prefer to keep it on- ”

“Logan, I’m not letting you get overheated and dehydrated.”

Roman tutted. “Uh oh, Lo, you got the Dad Voice.” He turned to Virgil. “You do not want to mess with Patton when he’s in Dad Mode.”

Roman wasn’t lying, which was why Logan was so torn. He couldn’t let Virgil see what he really looked like… but Patton would not let him sit there and continue to melt in his sweater.

After a moment of hesitation, he did the only thing he could think of: squeeze past Patton, leave the booth, and run from the shop.

He ignored his friends and Virgil’s calls after him as he ran. He sprinted all the way back to his, Roman and Patton’s apartment. He locked himself in his room, curling up in his bed. Tears streamed down his face. He’d ruined it, he never should have tried dating in the first place, he wasn’t good enough for Virgil, he wasn’t good for anyone...

The next day, Logan was at work, trying his best to avoid looking at the booth where everything went wrong. He had refused to pick up his phone all of the last night and that morning, not wanting to see the countless messages Virgil had undoubtedly sent.

After serving café regular Remy Sleep, Logan turned to the next customer, reciting his usual welcome. However, he only got through, “Hi, what can I- ” when he froze.

It was Virgil.

Oh dear god… Logan was in his uniform, which was a plain polo shirt with the shop logo and a pair of shorts. The outfit very clearly showed his size. He wanted to run, but was frozen with shock.

After a moment, he managed to choke out some words. “P-please, just… just go.”

Virgil looked hurt. “But… if I go I wouldn’t be able to give you these.” He pulled one of his arms out from behind his back, revealing a bouquet of blue and purple flowers.

Logan’s eyes widened. There was no way… After yesterday, and seeing what he actually looked like today, there was no way Virgil could want to give him those.

“Look, I don’t know what happened yesterday…” Virgil continued. “But I meant it when I said I wanted to see you again. Since you weren’t responding to my messages yesterday, I figured I’d come here.” He leant forward on the counter. “If something’s bothering you, you can talk to me, Lo. I really like you. Nothing could change that.”

Logan blinked, feeling tears welling in his eyes. “I… I don’t understand…”

“Understand what?”

“Why you like me! I… Look at you,” Logan sniffled, trying and failing to hold back his tears. “You’re so so handsome, and have the perfect body. Then, compare that to me… Short and chubby. The second I saw you step in yesterday, I thought us being together was hopeless, so I tried to hide it, but I guess I failed. Now you know I’m fat… and I just can’t understand why you still want to go out with me.”

Virgil paused before putting his hand to Logan’s chin, lifting the barista’s head, so they were looking each other in the eyes.

“Logan, listen to me. I couldn't care less about your weight. Stuff like that doesn’t bother me. Sure, I may work out, but that’s just because exercise can reduce stress, and I am an anxious mess. Weight and body shape does not, and will not ever bother me. An anyway… I think you’re beautiful, Lo. Just the way you are.”

Logan gave up trying to hold back the tears. “R-really…?”

Virgil nodded. “The way I see it, a little chub just means you’re nice and soft like a teddy bear. Perfect for hugs.”

Logan’s face broke into a smile. Both he and Virgil started to lean forward, closing their eyes, their lips about to meet over the counter…

“Logan, get back to work! Have you seen the line?!”

Logan cursed under his breath at his manager, eyes opening and wandering to the queue that had built up. “Sorry, I’m on it!”

Virgil stepped back, allowing Logan to take the orders of the people in the queue. About fifteen minutes later, everyone had been served, and no new customers were coming through the door. Virgil stepped forward again.

“Want to have a second try?”

Logan smiled. “I’d love to.”

This time, their lips met as they leant forward.

Logan smiled against Virgil’s lips. He loved his body. And this time, it wasn’t a lie.

Some people I thought might want to see this: @ab-artist, @ravens-rambling, @im-a-queer-fander, @fangirltothefullest, @wildheart49

#body insecurity #chubby logan #sanders sides #thomas sanders #logan sanders #sanders sides logan #virgil sanders #sanders sides virgil #sanders sides patton #patton sanders #roman sanders #sanders sides roman #analogical #fanfiction #fanfic

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phoenixsavant · 5 years

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Jumin’s Route: Day 2

Added a cut because I was apparently without brain when I first posted this. Also...

1. Prologue AO3 and Tumblr

2. Day 1 AO3 and Tumblr

Morning:

Jumin turned his phone over. He’d already switched it to silent mode for the night, but the blinking light alerted him to an incoming phone call. His eyebrow lifted when he saw that it was MC calling. Without hesitating further, he answered the call.

“What are you doing at this hour?” the familiar voice asked without introduction.

“Same could be said of you. I hope it’s not because something bad has happened. Now that my work is over, I was just taking a break. I plan to go to bed soon.” He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. Today had lasted a few more hours than he had intended, and his eyes itched.

“What do you think about before going to sleep?” she asked.

“Hmm, is she having trouble sleeping? Is that why she calls so late?” He decided to try to give her a helpful response. With the suggestion that thinking about nothing was best, he admitted that his mind wandered over his day when he first tried to rest. Before he could stop himself, he mentioned missing someone.

“The event of MC arriving in the chat seems to have dredged up so many memories of Rika.” A twinge of loneliness plucked at his heart.

“Yes, I have someone I miss. I rarely form relations, but when I do, I cherish them greatly,” he admitted. Startled to find himself becoming so nostalgic with a relative stranger, Jumin redirected the conversation. “When do you plan to go to bed?”

He didn’t wait for an answer before explaining that the next morning would arrive all too soon. With a brief apology for cutting the conversation short, he ended the call.

Jumin pressed his lips together in a frown. Rika had been an unexpected friend. She always seemed to understand him so well when they spoke. Since her death, V had often been absent. It was as if he’d lost both of his friends that day. Being alone had never been a struggle for Jumin, but being lonely and missing someone were still new, uncomfortable emotions. He pulled his frown into a smile as he looked over at Elizabeth the 3rd, sleeping comfortably in a nearby chair. What a wondrous gift she’d been to his life, easing the loneliness he could never entirely defeat.

A scant two hours later, he sat up in bed and scratched the back of his neck. What had brought him out of his sleep? Ah, yes, his alarm had been set. He tapped the screen, silencing the plaintive beeping. As if of their own accord, his fingertip moved to the RFA app. The only person online was MC. Had she ever gone to sleep?

“You’re still awake?” he asked.

“Hello, Jumin,” she replied.

“Well, that seems calm enough. Whatever is keeping her up isn’t anything dangerous,” he thought with a sense of relief.

Having been greeted, he felt he should find some topic of conversation. The possibility of a party was an acceptable option. He chatted with her until Elizabeth rolled over onto her back with a sleepy chirp.

“Do you like cats?” he asked. As soon as MC confessed that she did, he shared a picture of Elizabeth, stretched beside him, looking as beautiful as ever.

“You must really cherish her. Is there a particular reason?”

Jumin cocked his head to the side. There was, indeed, a reason; one tied to the feelings of loneliness. In fact, it seemed to him that the reason he cherished Elizabeth the 3rd so much was tied to her ability to ease the loneliness that had intruded into his thoughts earlier. Still, he’d only begun speaking with MC and the importance of his companion in his life was too personal to discuss with such a brief acquaintance.

He sidestepped the question and instead discussed what a relief it was to be able to leave her with Assistant Kang when he had to take a business trip. When he described his hope of being able to start a business that would allow him to have Elizabeth the 3rd at the office, he was pleased to see MC respond favorably. Few people understood that it was less about being obsessed with cat-related businesses, and more about not having to leave her alone anymore.

Discussing Elizabeth reminded him of a group he wanted to invite to the party. First, he checked that MC had already been made aware of her role in that regard. With her confirmation, he suggested an organization he knew of which worked to aid and protect feral cats.

“That’s a good idea!” MC responded, bringing a smile and twitch of excitement to Jumin.

He sighed wistfully at Elizabeth’s sleeping form.

“I must get ready for work,” he typed. The sense of regret at being forced to part from Elizabeth again swept through his thoughts.

“I’m sure it must be tough to say goodbye to Elizabeth the 3rd. Cheer up ^^” MC encouraged.

After he ended his chat with MC, Jumin placed his phone back on the nightstand. How long had it been since someone had offered such a simple, yet complete understanding of his emotions? Had anyone ever truly done so, other than Elizabeth?

He showered, musing the potential outcomes of meeting someone who could understand his affection for Elizabeth the 3rd. He dressed for work, and as if she knew he was about to leave, Elizabeth began rubbing on his legs.

“Now, now, dear, I know. It’s unpleasant to have to say goodbye, but I must.”

She chirped at him and made another pass around his ankles, rubbing the side of her head against him.

“You’ll make me late for work again, you know. No one understands why, and I’m sure they all think me unbalanced because of it, but you’re making it impossible for me to leave,” he explained with affection. On impulse, he sent a message to MC.

“Elizabeth the 3rd must not want to part with me. She’s rubbing her body all over my leg.”

“I want to meet Elizabeth the 3rd too.” MC replied.

Jumin smiled happily. “I do think we shall have to arrange a meeting for you and MC,” he said to the purring feline at his feet. He sent a response, letting MC know he appreciated her enthusiasm. Though he couldn’t eliminate the smile she’d brought to his face, he still knew there was sadness in it when he bid Elizabeth the 3rd farewell and headed out to begin his day.

Afternoon:

Jumin tapped his fingertip against his desk, lost in thought. When his phone rang and he saw it was MC calling again, he answered happily, glad to speak again with this fellow lover of cats.

“Perfect timing. I was just thinking about something.” He explained that he’d left his office and when he returned, his notepad had changed location. Obviously, someone must have moved it, but who? Assistant Kang wouldn’t have, she knew better. Rambling on, he remembered a new assistant had been introduced that morning. Also, there was too much water in the vase on his desk. It seemed others couldn’t tell the measurements of things without a tool to do so, but he could tell at a glance. Too much water in the plant would cause it to rot, also; something he did not want to see in his office.

“Do things get worked out once you tell Jaehee?” MC asked.

“They do. I have more than one assistant, but Assistant Kang is the only one I speak to. She’s in charge of the others.” Jumin’s gaze refused to release the offending vase. “I tend to take care of things as soon as I think of them,” he explained before bidding MC farewell.

He pressed a button and summoned Assistant Kang, quickly explaining about the vase and the moved notebook. It was a relief to have someone in the office who understood that his insistence on certain things had reasons. Assistant Kang did not like Elizabeth, but he had to admit, he’d have nothing but trouble in the office without her.

A few hours later, Jumin took advantage of a pause in his schedule to check what was happening in the chat room. He had only been online for 1.6 minutes when MC arrived, greeting him quickly.

Yoosung shared a picture of his lunch that made Jumin happy he’d eaten already. It might have ruined his appetite otherwise.

“So that’s what commoners in college eat for lunch?” he asked with a wry chuckle. It amused him to call the others “commoners,” when they made such a point of teasing him about his wealth and status.

“Yes, Mr. CEO.”

“I can see your tremendous will to put as many side dishes as you can on that one steel plate,” he remarked, continuing his playful responses.

The banter continued until Yoosung brought up Luciel’s expensive cars. The instant Jumin estimated the cost of insurance for them, Jaehee changed the subject. Had he gone too far? Hmm, perhaps so. Some people did not appreciate their wages being discussed openly.

He read back through the messages, glad to see that the newcomer who had been so appreciative of Elizabeth the 3rd was declared to be above suspicion by Luciel’s research. She still seemed uneasy, but this was to be expected. Having been thrust into their midst had surely been unsettling.

Jumin tried to assuage MC’s uncertainty by expressing how deeply he trusted V. When the conversation turned to the possibility of Luciel working in unsavory, bug-infested conditions, Jumin smirked to himself.

“Why don’t you send some exterminators for pest control?” he suggested to his assistant.

“I do not have time,” she answered quickly, failing to catch his humor.

He rolled his eyes though when Yoosung announced having found a roach in his apartment. “That young man needs to turn off the computer and take better care of himself and his surroundings,” Jumin muttered to his empty office.

Apparently, Jaehee had reached the end of her patience with the topic as well and brought up again that she felt there was a gap between herself and “a corporate CEO.”

Jumin huffed to see her weak attempt at not naming him directly, but when Yoosung told her to cheer up, he asked, “Cheer up for what?”

“I wasn’t saying much. I was only saying that I get many thoughts watching your life as a completely normal person whose only option is to save money.”

“Don’t belittle yourself just because you are normal. Father always emphasized that saving and the right investment is the foundation for profit.” He wondered if the others thought he had no need to save money. He had wealth, thanks to the efforts of his father, but if he simply spent without saving or investing, he’d be left with nothing; just as everyone would be.

“I guess businessmen really do think differently.”

“How nice of you to understand,” he answered. MC continued to improve his estimation of her. First, she appreciated cats, then understood his fondness for Elizabeth the 3rd, and now she grasped that he had simply been taught to think differently.

Jaehee suggested a guest for the party, a man known for his skills in savings strategies. MC agreed quickly, but Jumin felt his eyes narrow as Jaehee took one final dig at him for being wealthy stating that the proposed guest would be helpful for all but himself. Sometimes he didn’t pay any attention to her veiled resentment, but today it irked him somehow. He couldn’t rebuke her for her comments though. Truth be told, he preferred her honesty. Time must have passed quickly once again, as it seemed to when he was speaking with MC. It was time to leave the chat and go to a meeting.

“Good luck, Jumin!”

He tilted his head to the side in surprise. “This is nothing out of the ordinary, so I don’t really need the luck, but thanks.”

“We must hurry,” Jaehee urged.

Thinking his last comment perhaps too dismissive, Jumin lingered just long enough to wish MC a good day and say goodbye properly. He stood, gathering his papers and headed off to the afternoon meeting.

Throughout the meetings, Jumin’s mind continued to wander back to MC. He wondered if she were safe, eating well, and taking care of herself. When a break presented the opportunity, he called her. The moment he heard her voice, he felt quite foolish. “I called just to see how you are doing. You sound fine so I guess I can hang up,” he commented, wishing he hadn’t called.

“Did you eat?” MC asked.

“How odd, we discussed that I had when we were in the chat room. Perhaps she’s merely being polite.” Jumin felt a smile tug at his lips. Well, if she wanted to stay on the phone, he still had a few minutes. He described how he’d learned about the benefits of vitamin D, but that it required exposure to the sun to create it. MC stopped responding. “Of course she isn’t responding. What a dull thing to bring up.”

Changing topics, he mentioned a sci-fi movie he’d seen but didn’t like it much. A man who burned in the sunlight was the main character, and the entire premise was poorly depicted. Luciel though, had been obsessed with it. Jumin chuckled as he described the ludicrous plot to develop a sunscreen that would bestow superhuman powers on its users.

Before he knew it, Jaehee signaled him to return to the meeting. He bid a regretful farewell to MC and returned to his daily routine, his mood much improved.

The rest of the day devolved into a series of phone calls and contract reviews. Jumin appreciated this sort of work. The focus it required, the attention to detail, and the precision of the language satisfied something deep within himself. He sat up and stretched, correcting his posture after poring over a particularly lengthy set of documents.

“I wonder what MC is up to.” He stacked the papers neatly and took out his phone. A brief pause in work would refresh him.

Zen immediately began his usual, distasteful behavior. Jumin couldn’t understand why Zen insisted on being like this, always antagonistic toward him. The worst Jumin did was tease the actor with photos of cats. That surely didn’t warrant such hostilities.

Noting something, he remarked, “Why do I feel like Assistant Kang is here every time I come?”

“It’s only a coincidence,” she assured him before revealing that there was a way to see who was in the chat before logging in. Zen promptly laughed at Jumin for not seeing it.

“It took me a while to find it too.” MC’s commiseration defused his irritation with Zen.

Still, after checking the missed feature, he found himself wishing his assistant weren’t in the chat. He wanted to be free to talk to MC, without his assistant noting his every word and without feeling he should be working instead.

“Anyway, I guess you don’t really like me being here,” she remarked.

“No, I don’t.” He hoped MC wouldn’t think him rude for admitting the fact. Clarifying, he explained that her presence only served as a reminder of the work he was trying to escape.

MC came to the rescue again, injecting calm into the building tension. “If everyone just respects each other’s privacy, I don’t think there will be any problem.”

Curious, he asked Jaehee about whether she liked him being in the chat, she fled the room, making up an excuse. This, of course, triggered more antagonism from Zen. “When will I be able to simply have a moment to relax without this kind of treatment? If he keeps up, MC will think me a horrible person.” The bickering escalated, continuing until MC chimed in and suggested a truce between the two men. Despite her attempt to bring peace, Zen was clearly not ready to stop being insulting. Irritated to the point of no longer wishing to be present, Jumin logged out.

He flipped a pen between his fingers, his eyes narrowed beneath his dark brows. Zen had never been a particular friend, but some days he really knew how to push Jumin’s buttons. Today was one of those, though it was hard to say why he’d been so successful at it this time.

He opened the RFA app again and sent a message to MC. “It’s becoming annoying how Zen picks at everything I do. Don’t you have any good ideas?”

“Just imagine you’re looking at a pretty cat when you talk to him!”

Jumin laughed. Just like that, she’d turned his mood from irritation to amusement. MC was clearly someone with a unique talent. He typed up a humorous response and returned to his work, still chuckling under his breath at the images MC’s comment elicited. The rest of his day passed quickly after that.

Evening:

With the workday behind him, Jumin returned home and opened the chat again. He checked, relieved that neither his assistant nor Zen were present.

“Hello. Today’s finally over,” he said in greeting.

Luciel instantly asked a question. Looking for a clue to what might be asked, he scrolled back to see the younger man commenting that he wanted to mess with someone. “Oh, no, not tonight,” he chuckled before calling attention to the fact. He started to laugh again as Luciel tried to blame MC, but the sound died on his lips when he saw the question.

“Jumin, do you like girls? Or not?”

How many tabloids had speculated about his sexual preferences? How many people had been rude enough to ask? Just because he didn’t date a string of women like his father, it had to mean something other than the fact that he was not interested in meaningless relationships? The humor fell before the rising tide of anger.

He more than appreciated MC standing up for him and telling Luciel he was being rude, but there was nothing for it now. He was angry and wanted nothing so much as to be away from the invasive behavior targeted at him. He left the chat and went to find Elizabeth.

“This is what I get for not greeting you immediately when I return home, my dear,” he complained, stroking her fur. “You would never be so rude or inconsiderate, would you?” He pressed his face into her ruff and breathed into the softness of it.

He led Elizabeth the 3rd to the kitchen and set her food down. While he watched her eating, his phone rang. MC was calling. It was to be expected, he’d left the room rather abruptly.

He admitted that MC may not have realized just how sensitive the topic was, but it didn’t help his frame of mind when she asked if it was her or Jaehee. Rather than continue that vein of thought, he asked her, “Do you think you can own another person?”

The moment the words came out he wondered at himself. It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about how nice it might be if Elizabeth the 3rd could be a human, and still his pet, to ensure she’d never leave, but to ask so boldly and without any subject leading the topic to the surface was unlike him.

Thankfully, MC didn’t take offense. She only said that rather than owning, she preferred the idea of sharing time. It was an interesting concept, and one he’d heard of before. Recognizing that he was still too annoyed to delve further, he asked MC to forget about Luciel’s absurd questioning and not bring it up again before excusing himself to rest.

He made his way to the gym, taking out his frustrations at the day on the treadmill and punching bags there. It was bad enough to be viewed so crudely, but did everyone have to be so aggressive about their dislike of him? If not dislike, blatant disrespect from Luciel was as bad. He’d endured how much time being the butt of their jokes and disdain? And why? He’d never done anything to harm any of them.

Showering after pushing his body to exhaustion, Jumin reminded himself that MC seemed to at least possess courtesy, and possibly actual appreciation for him. With V absent and Rika gone, he’d been alone against the others until now. True, he’d only been speaking to her for two days, but she had a way of relieving the irritating emotions the others clearly enjoyed inflicting upon him.

He gave up worrying, gathering Elizabeth the 3rd before putting on a movie to watch. Just as he turned off the TV, his phone rang. It was late, yet again, and here was MC calling him. “I don’t think this young lady understands time,” he said to Elizabeth’s sleeping face in his lap. He answered the call, chatting briefly about electronic gift cards before his furry mistress lifted her head and mewed a complaint.

“We’re disrupting Elizabeth’s rest. I should go,” he explained before bidding her goodnight.

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justanalto · 4 years

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quarantine tag game

i was tagged by @crazyrichfilipinos (hi and ty!)

1. Are you staying home from work/school?

yup. no school, no temp assignments...just a big ole unemployment void. so this is what it’ll be like when i’m older.

2. If you’re staying at home, who’s there with you?

the other three members of my family and the voices of everyone my mom calls on the daily.

3. Do you have pets to keep you company?

no, and i really wish i had at least a hamster. a dog would be preferable. i’d even take a cat.

4. What do you miss the most?

i miss a lot of things. i think mainly i just miss having a sense of purpose? i got caught in the unemployment crossfire (without actually being able to file for unemployment welp) and everyone else in my house is learning online/working while i’m just kinda...floating around doing nothing.

5. When was the last time you left your home?

march 14. i went to the gym and picked up some picture frames from ikea, and the next day began the stay-at-home advisory. the last time i physically left the house was about two weeks ago, when i went photographing, touched the ground and subsequently panicked about getting sick for the next week. (this was fueled by my mom’s reaction and i know she’s right but also still it’s a Lot)

6. What was the last thing you brought?

overcooked and overcooked 2 for steam baby! they were both on sale and i’ve just been playing with my friends. about to buy jackbox 5 tho cause it’s also on sale and might debut it at my possible zoom grad party.

7. Is quarantine driving you insane or are you finally relaxed?

i have never been less relaxed because literally every anxiety is in play every single moment of the day

8. Are you a homebody?

i used to be! then i went to college and all that stuff. home is a great base to touch in on every now and again, but being home requires me to take up a specific role that i’m not comfortable being in for the rest of my life. i also fell in love with travelling, so...no, I guess? i’m a homebody in the sense that I enjoy quiet nights in. but other than that let me out of here please i’m begging you

9. What are movies you have watched recently?

PORTRAIT OF A LADY ON FIRE. THE GAY. oh! and saving face, because bitches can’t WAIT for the half of it! it’s me. i’m bitches.

my ultimate goal is to work through the list of movies i want to watch (snowpiercer, parasite, knives out, to all the boys 2, etc.) and then work my way back through the movies i haven’t seen in a long time (princess diaries 1 + 2, all three Lilo and Stitches, camp rock)

10. An event that you were looking forward to that got cancelled?

just...everything. commencement ball. commencements parts I-IV. the acapella concerts I was supposed to see my friends at because it was their last hurrah. the conference where I was supposed to present the thesis project that stripped me of my mental health during my last semester of college! my friend and I were supposed to go see AJR in may. we were all supposed to throw grad parties. class of 2020 really got gypped y’all. the start of a marketing position i’d just secured with a temp company.

11. What’s the worst thing you’ve had to cancel?

probably commencement. it was supposed to be a last hurrah with my friends because I wouldn’t have hung out with them since i left uni the semester before. our crowning achievement, if you will. the defining moment that said yes, despite every piece of drama and every bit of trauma along the way, we made it and we’re ready to fuck up the world. the crowning glory. and now all of that’s been stripped away and instead, society’s just going to throw us into the dry pool called the job market. commencement was supposed to be the breath of air before we went back to trying to swim against a current. now it’s just a continuous struggle that won’t be made better because no one can retire. plus the market, which is normally fucked for creatives, is going to be extra fucked because no company has ‘money’.

12. What’s the best thing you’ve had to cancel?

uhhhh...i mean i guess when you put it that way, it would be the research conference. i was not ready to turn my brain back into academic mode.

13. Do you have any new hobbies?

not new hobbies per se...just re-picked up a lot of old ones? knitting, writing, photography. folding stars. all sort of muscle memory things you can do while binge-watching TV. i’m in the process of making jars of little stars for my senior friends because they’re ‘senior stars’! cue ‘we’re all in this together’.

but in all seriousness (and cheesiness, sorry guys) i wanted to make them something that was decorative and cute and reminded them that they were important. like stars. and just as like. a present. ‘cause they deserve that.

14. What are you out of?

serotonin, dopamine and a will to live, almost. i’m so tired y’all.

15. What music are you listening too?

mostly my current music playlist, but i’m trolling my friends’ playlists too. i am repeating “complicated” from sex&drugs&rock&roll, though, mainly because i’m resonating with it so deeply to the point where i want to cry. and am unable to. as one does.

16. What shows are you watching?

a lot of the shows i watch ended production early so that’s really no more for grey’s...ok basically just grey’s ended early but i’m still watching 9-1-1 because they’re still producing regularly. b99 is too but I think they’re just about to wrap up. i’ve been meaning to start the recent season of odaat but i’ve just been watching the old episodes on netflix because idt we can get poptv.

i started rewatching victorious, i’m at a pause with dynasty and sex&drugs&rock&roll mainly because of formatting. does anyone have any tv recs?

17. What are you reading?

i’ve been meaning to start into the interior by michelle cliff, and after that i’d really like to re-read ‘i hate everyone but you’ by gaby dunn and allison raskin. i’d like more gay books tho.

18. What are you doing for self care?

watching a lot of the try guys. in the middle of trying to reset my sleeping clock tho.

19. Are you exercising?

i....am. mainly because not exercising makes me feel worse about myself and i can already sense the hell i’m going to catch if I don’t look good for my cousin’s wedding. (we’re gonna assume it happens.)

20. How’s your toilet paper supply?

when we first started this whole thing, i looked in the basement and uh...let’s just say we’re gonna be pretty okay for a while. still hasn’t stopped me from monitoring my sheet usage though.

21. Have you made any changes to your hair during quarantine?

i cut my hair short just before quarantine, actually! so i’ve sort of been revelling in that. if this goes on for a while longer i might trim it myself, just because i would rather stay short than go long again for the sake of my own sanity.

tagging: @agentmmayy @peacequack @lalalyds2 @the-writer-girl-nerd and anyone else that feels like doing this lovely quarantine tag or is slowly trying not to go insane

#re things #tag things #there's some salt in this post i'm sorry

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fantasticescapism · 5 years

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Brothers in Everything but Blood - Chapter 4: A Li'l Bit o' Jealousy Might Work… or Not

Story’s available in AO3.

Part 4 of the Never Truly Gone series

For the next few days of Harley’s stay with the Parkers, he got into a routine. Harley would cook breakfast and packed lunches for all three of them. Then, one by one, he would go through his list of colleges to visit and then at night, he would cook dinner with May’s help. The cooking-slash-teaching sessions they had was truly fun, especially when May told him stories.

“Oh God! When I first found out about Spider-man, it freaked me out! Then when I freaked out, he also freaked out so imagine us freaking each other out. It was a riot!” They both laughed. May fried pork chops while he caramelized onions for the gravy.

“But you’re okay with it now?” He asked.

“Yeah, it took some time though and with strict conditions.” She gave him a mischievous smile. “I remember when I chewed out both Peter and Tony. Have to say, it was satisfying to see this billionaire superhero panic in front of you.” She chuckled.

“What made you let him continue?”

“Well,” she sighed as she removed the chops off the skillet, “I realized, I really can’t stop him, you know? If I tell him no, I’m sure he would just do it behind my back. That would be worse. I hate the thought of him risking his life out there but I hate it more if I don’t know everything that’s going on. And, I want him to have as much support as he needs. I imagine it’s hard to fight crime and keep it a secret from your family at the same time.” He nodded.

“Ya know, if I have superpowers, there’s no way I could keep it a secret.” He said as he chopped some veggies for a salad after he’s done with the gravy. “Especially if I have teleportation powers, I could take ya’ll anywhere you want; no customs and no hassles.”

“Oh, me too. I could use some super strength or even that Peter Tingle.”

“The what now?” Harley abruptly stopped chopping. He wasn’t sure if he heard her right.

“The Peter Tingle.” She looked at him wide-eyed and serious. “You know, that thing that helps him sense danger or something.” Oh… OH!

“Oh my God!” Harley guffawed. It took a lot of effort to control his laughter, at least enough for him to speak. “May, that’s-” He wheezed. “Thank you so much! I’ll definitely call it that from now on.”

“You’re welcome!” May giggled. As if summoned, Peter got home; earbuds on and books in his arms.

“Hey guys! That smells so g-what?” Peter looked confused as he watched both May and Harley laugh.

“Nothing, sweetie.” May grinned at him while Harley took all he had to stop laughing. “Go get ready for dinner.”

“Okay.” Peter looked at them with slight suspicion before he deposited his bag and books in his room.

---

For the colleges upstate, Harley decided to just check out their online tours instead of a visit in person. They were not high in his priority list anyway. As for the colleges in the city, he would visit those personally so he could do touristy things too; two birds with one stone. Awesome!

For Columbia, the last college on his list, Peter asked to come with him. Apparently, it’s one of his top three choices. Harley didn’t mind the company even if Peter brought his best friend along. The more the merrier, right?

His first impression of Ned was almost the same as with Peter: nerdy, a bit overwhelming but nice. Peter did tell him Ned would ask a ton of questions especially since he told Ned he also interns for Tony.

“Is it true you designed the stealth mode for the quinjet?” Ned asked with wide-eyed excitement. They were on their way to the university for a tour and get some brochures among other things.

“Yeah.” He answered.

“So, you’ve seen it up close?”

“Yeah, I did. Had to do some maintenance on it from time to time. Not recently though. Tony let other people do it instead.”

“Whoa!” Harley thought the questions would end there. He was wrong. “What other projects did you have with Tony Stark? Did you and Peter work on other projects together? Did he let you come with him to conferences?”

“Here we are.” Peter interrupted Ned as they reached one of Columbia’s Broadway Gates at Morningside Heights. “Wow…” He looked at the gates as if it’s a portal to another world.

“Got the sudden realization that in two years time, we could be studying here, huh?” Ned asked.

“Yeah… It just… It’s a bit…”

“Intimidating? Unreal? Scary?”

“... Yeah.”

“It’s only a year left for me. If I got accepted here, I’ll let you guys know what it’s like.” Despite the bravado he projected, Harley was terrified. He spent most of his life in some county in Tennessee. The idea of venturing out on his own for months far away from home made him feel like his heart would jump out of his chest; like he’s at the edge of a diving board looking down. He cleared his throat and said, “Our tour guide’s name is Paolo. He said-”

“‘Sup losers.” A voice called from behind. All three boys turned around and saw a girl with curly hair and an air of indifference.

“H-hey, MJ!” Peter grinned and started fidgeting. Harley frowned a bit at the sudden nervousness. “We’re-we’re good.”

“Cool.” She gave him a tight-lipped smile. Harley observed how unnaturally tight the newcomer held the straps of her backpack.

“Oh umm, MJ this is Harley. He’s my fellow intern with Mr. Stark.” They smiled at each other. “Harley, umm Michelle. She’s our team captain at decathlon.”

“Hey.”

“Hey.” She nodded at him then turned to Peter. “So, you guys booked a tour here, huh?”

“Yeah,” Ned answered, “how did you-”

“I heard you. I mean, just now I heard you guys.” She chuckled. Harley, with eyebrows raised, suddenly had a hunch but he needed to see more to confirm it. So...

“Do you want to come with us? It’s okay with me. How about you guys?” He turned towards Peter and Ned.”

“Yeah, sure.” Ned shrugged.

“Y-yeah. It’s-it’s ummm okay with me.” Peter had that goofy grin that made Harley smirk.

“Oh, okay. Thanks.” She looked relieved.

“It was nothin’. Well, we better get this started then.” Harley said as he placed an arm around Ned’s shoulders, pulled him through Columbia’s gates and left Peter and MJ behind with no choice but to walk together.

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Paolo was a cool guy. He didn’t mind if another person was added to the tour group. He’s also a junior in Mechanical Engineering so he could tell them what day to day life was really like. It was fascinating! He showed them all the usual stuff like the Low steps, the libraries, St. Paul’s chapel, the fitness center… but the part Harley really looked forward to was Paolo’s offer to let them take a peek at one of the laboratories he frequented at the Seeley Mudd Building; something that’s not in the official tour itinerary.

They were at a white hallway in front of a blue laboratory door as they waited for Paolo to punch in a security code when Harley felt something vibrate in Peter’s backpack.

“Dude, is someone calling you?” He whispered. Peter, as he tried and failed to contain his excitement, jerkily and blindly reached in his bag. He must’ve sent whoever it was to voicemail since the vibrating stopped. “Are you sure? Maybe it’s something important?”

“Nah, it’s fine. If it’s really an emergency, they’ll call again.”

“Okay then.” Harley shrugged.

“Alright, guys. Come on in!” Paolo opened the door wide and led them in the room where, according to their guide, students spend most of their times.

“Whoa!” Ned looked around in awe. There were a lot of things to see. There were robots and mills, drills, material testers and a wide variety of machines everywhere. It’s not as sleek and advanced as the toys they get to play with in Tony’s workshop but, it’s still awesome!

“Cool, huh?” Paolo grinned. “Our classes are mostly hands on so we spend a lot of our time here. Well, here or the Maker Space.” He chuckled. “Once we’re done here, wanna check that out? It’s upstairs.”

“Yeah!” Paolo laughed as the guys exclaimed.

“Okay, cool.”

Between looking at the different projects the other students have and asking how classes were like, Harley couldn’t help but watch how MJ and Peter surreptitiously looked at each other. He made sure to keep Ned away from those two to give them space and hoped he would see some progress in this obviously blossoming high school sweetheart scenario. He even wondered if Ned’s aware of it at all.

By the time Paolo led the way to the Maker Space, Harley got frustrated from watching MJ and Peter skirt around each other.

“Are those-” MJ started.

“3D printers? Yeah.” Paolo led them towards a corner full of 3D printers. “Students are free to use all of the machines here. You just need to let the professors know.”

“Whoa!” Ned was about to follow MJ towards the 3D printers as she tried to figure out what they were printing but Harley stopped him with an arm on his shoulders.

“Hey, let’s check them magnets, huh?” Harley stirred him towards the other side of the room. He looked back and saw Peter look at the printers with MJ. Harley took out his phone and typed a message. He couldn’t let Peter hear their conversation.

is there something goin on with those 2?

He showed the message to Ned and was pleased when the other guys nodded enthusiastically. Ned took out his own phone to type a message.

ikr? been telling him to just ask her out. if there’s anyone who could easily ask a girl for a date, it’s him.

he just needs a little push. Harley smirked. He typed a long message on his phone then called out, “Hey, Paolo? I have a question.”

---

Harley could practically feel the tension from Peter as Paolo led the way back to Low Steps. If before, Peter and MJ were left alone most of the time, by the tail end of the tour, Paolo walked beside MJ and asked her a lot of things. They actually bonded over books and Buzzfeed Unsolved.

“Right? I like True Crimes better than Supernatural but it is funny to see Ryan freak out.” Paolo remarked as MJ chuckled. “Okay, at the count of three: are you a Shainiac or a Boogara?” He asked. “One, two, three!”

“Shainiac!” They both exclaimed then they laughed and gave each other high-fives. Harley saw Peter clench his jaw. Come on, dude. Do something about it!

“Okay, that’s the end of the tour!” Paolo grinned at them. “Hope you guys learned a lot about Columbia.”

“We did, thanks!” Harley grinned back.

“Yeah, thanks Paolo.” MJ smiled.

“You’re welcome! Oh and Michelle, you did say you’re more interested in Sociology or writing. I do have friends with other majors so if you want, I can ask them to show you around next time. Maybe we could exchange numbers?” Harley sneakily watched as Peter’s spirit dampen.

“Thanks, but I’m not exactly sure what I want to do yet unlike these guys.” She gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Maybe next time.”

“Okay.” Paolo smiled kindly. “Alright, bye guys and thanks for considering Columbia.”

“Bye! Thanks again!” They all waved as they walked towards the gates.

“Thanks for letting me come along.” MJ said as they got past the gates

“You’re welcome, Michelle.” Harley smiled at her. “It was fun.”

“Oh, you can call me MJ.” She smirked.

“Okay, MJ. Are you going by subway too?”

“Nah, I have somewhere else to go.”

“Me too,” Ned said as he looked up from his phone. “Sorry Peter, my mom wanted to meet up somewhere near here and she’s on the way. Rain-check on the Avengers Compound Lego set?”

“Yeah, it’s okay.” Peter assured him.

“Okay then, take care ya’ll.” Harley waved at them.

“Bye guys! Bye, Peter!” MJ and Peter shyly waved at each other before she walked away.

“Bye, guys!” Ned and Harley fist-bumped then he did this special handshake he had with Peter before he crossed Broadway. Harley and Peter were on their way towards the subway when he noticed Peter’s still a bit sullen.

“Relax, she didn’t give him her number.” Harley smiled when Peter looked at him like a deer in the headlights.

“W-w-what do you-what do you mean?” Peter fidgeted. “It’s-it’s really fine if she wants to give her number to other guys. I mean, she’s a perfectly capable and strong woman and she’s pretty and smart so I’m sure other guys would-”

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph! For someone with a Peter Tingle, you’re dense!” Harley laughed when Peter gave him a flabbergasted look.

“Where did you-argh!” Peter’s groan only made Harley laugh more. “Maaaaaay!” He whined. “Man, please stop using that name.”

“Oh come on, we can’t use the other name in public. Besides, May coined it and I don’t want to break her heart by not using the name she prefers.” Peter glared at Harley’s shit-eating grin.

“It doesn’t even work the way you think it works.” Peter crossed his arms like a petulant child.

“Well it should,” Harley said as he fished out his MetroCard from his pocket, “because then you would know that she likes you too.”

“She does?” Peter suddenly stopped walking and caused a commotion behind him.

“Hey! Watch it kid!” The man behind him shouted.

“Sorry, sorry…” Peter held Harley’s arm and led them to the side to avoid foot traffic. “You think she likes me?”

“Dude, it’s obvious and Ned agrees with me.” Peter looked like he got his mind blown. Harley decided to give him a serious advice. “Peter, you said it yourself, you think MJ’s an amazin’ woman and other guys would like her too. So get a move on before someone else takes the opportunity or before she thinks you don’t like her back. Fortune favors the bold.”

“Where did you get that?” Peter smiled.

“From Tony actually. He does give great one liners.” They both sniggered.

“Maybe I should text her and-,” Peter stopped as he opened his phone. Harley frowned as he saw the guy’s face turned pale.

“What?! What is it?” Was there an emergency?! Was it May?!

“Oh, shit! No, No… Nonononono…”

“Damn it, Parker! What?!” Harley demanded. Peter looked up at him with fear in his eyes.

“I ghosted Mr. Stark!”

#harley keener #peter parker #may parker #tony stark #ned leeds #michelle jones #mj #spiderman #iron man #spideychelle #petermj #iron dad #spiderson #brotp #family #brotherhood

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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What was the last thing you posted on a Instagram? A photo of a plate of corndogs that my dad made me. Welp, I had planned to come up with one of those one-photo-a-day-for-a-year for 2020, but that plan is obviously ruined given the current situation. I tried keeping it up during the quarantine but everything has just been so fucking monotonous I’ve failed to update it since April 4th. Do you consider yourself a nature person? I do. I know I am, but I just haven’t been submerged in a lot of nature-y experiences yet. Like I’ve never legit camped in the middle of nowhere or climbed a mountain before, but I’m always willing to do those kinds of things. What kind of collection would you like to start? Wrestling memorabilia. I’ve always wanted to start collecting DVD sets, figures, and belts, and I hope I get to keep that goal up once I start earning my own money :) What helps you take your mind off your problems? SURVEYS, for suuure. The more problems I have, the more I take lol. YouTube videos also help and it’s my go-to website whenever I’m not feeling perfect. And hugging my dog. Who do you miss, if anyone? Been missing Gabie since March and it’s only gotten worse since.

What do you miss, if anything? Normalcy. I really hate how much I’ve had to adjust and even give up/miss out on because of the virus, like an eventful final semester in college or actually doing on-ground work for my thesis. I miss being stuck in traffic and getting shawarma with Laurice and regularly seeing protests on campus and everything else that came with university life. Do you prefer to live alone or live in a family? I would love to live with a roommate or two – basically, people who have vastly different backgrounds than I do that I could share stories and experiences with. This lockdown has made me realize that I don’t want to live with my family for long; and I feel like I’d eventually lose it if I lived alone so both of your options seem unattractive. What states have you visited, that you remember? None of them. What countries have you visited? China, Japan, South Korea, Indonesia, Malaysia, and Singapore. What countries do you want to visit? Thailand, Vietnam, India, Turkey, and Morocco. What states would you most like to visit? New York, Illinois, Utah, Colorado, and Alaska. What are five careers you've considered? Throughout my life, I’ve considered beinggggg a pro wrestler, a model, a veterinarian, an astronaut, and an author. Do you use a sunlamp when it's cloudy? No, I’ve never needed one because it’s super bright here 24/7, 365. Even if it’s cloudy you wouldn’t something as bright as a sunlamp. What's your latest discovery? People are assholes and will share jumpscare videos at 2 AM even if so many others have expressed their legitimate panic and anxiety over them.

What do you wish your hair looked like? Nothing, I’m happy with it right now. Which family member has your exact smile? Sometimes I’ll resemble my mom, but for the most part I don’t think I share my smile with anybody. Do you still feel anything for the first person you fell in love with? Yep, she’s remained very important to me this whole time. What's one thing you're behind on? Kdramas. Lol I get soooooo lazy when it comes to watching them because every episode is an hour long and I just don’t have the attention span for that. I’ve seen so many shows trend over the last few weeks and yet I’ve barely met any progress watching Descendants of the Sun. Who was the last person you called? Gabie. Do you take pictures on your phone? ...Duh? But yeah, I like saving my memories so I have a couple thousand photos in my camera roll at present. How old were you the first time you loved school? 19, I guess. I hated the culture in my first school and I hated my freshman year in college. I only started taking studying seriously in my second year, when I turned 19. How old were you the first time you encountered God? Idk, the second I was born. Have you ever hallucinated? It doesn’t really count as hallucinate but once when I was 8, I had a very high fever and I had a nightmare alongside it, so when I woke up to my grandma soaking hot water all over my body to treat my fever I was still in dream-mode and screaming out stuff to her that was within the universe of that dream. Does it annoy you when people share their ignorant opinions online? Sometimes it can be annoying but sometimes it can be entertaining too, just watching their ignorance unfold haha. Do you clean your place often? I wouldn’t say often, but I will tidy up my room occasionally. Do you struggle to get by? Not right now since I’m still dependent on my parents. But I suppose when I get my first job, my financial situation wouldn’t be rainbows and unicorns at first. What color is your wristwatch? I don’t have one. I stopped wearing watches after I realized I just lose every single one of them. :/ Who is the best looking male celebrity, in your opinion? Timothée Chalamet. Do you still miss a friend who betrayed you? No. How many subscribers do you have on youtube? 0. And rightfully so, I don’t post anything on it. If you'd like to share, what is your screenname on Instagram? Nope. Do you use Snapchat? Barely. I’ll use it for the filters sometimes, but otherwise I stopped using it as a social media since 2017. Do you enjoy typing? Idk, enjoy is a little loaded. I’m neutral about it, it’s just what I have to do to post text online lol. Are you a fast texter? I’d say that, sure. Would you rather text or call? TEXT do not call me ever Do you know anyone who has everything handed to them? Yep. I try not to think of those people because it’s such an unfair situation and it’ll just stress me out. Would you ever want to be a famous youtuber? Haha yeah, I’ve thought about making it as a vlogger. But the career is super unpredictable and it’s so easy to fall behind in it because so many people are getting into it and are just doing the same thing, so if anything it’s something I wanna do as a side project, and solely for fun. Do you know anyone who's colorblind? Not that I know of. What are three of your pet peeves? People who are late, people who don’t meet their deadlines, and people who don’t smile back or say thank you whenever a barista or a server serves them.

#survey #surveys

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cielpurrple · 6 years

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REAL (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word count:8938

Summary: In this costume-wearing and make-believing season, will you have a treat or it’s just a trick?

SHE'S ALL SET!" Wendy announced to the rest of your friends that's present in the house that late afternoon.

Joy, who's wearing an angel costume suddenly peeked, her sparkly halo headband wiggled a bit.

"Ooohhhh just as I thought. You're gonna be a killer tonight, Y/N." she smiled.

You saw her reaction through the mirror's reflection.

"I wanna take a look! Irene shouted from the first floor as her footsteps grew louder, you just closed your eyes and wait for her reaction.

" Oh damn, you look amazing!" she exclaimed.

She dressed up as a vampire tonight well, not just a vampire but a very sexy one.

Seulgi on the other hand, decided to be a female warrior while Yeri's dressed as one of her favorite online game character.

"Heard that? Stop playing with your dress. Be in character hun." Wendy tries to assure you that you look beautiful.

You knew and felt how sincere their words are but you find it hard to believe them. Because before you met these five awesome girls, you were always the target of bullies when you were younger.

🎃

A few weeks earlier, the six of you made a bet. A bet that whoever gets the highest score on your exam will dress as one of the Disney Princesses. Ever since you you were young, you suck at bets even tonight the odds should be in your favor, the universe seemed to play tricks on you. You stopped studying for that subject but there you are, in a Snow White costume modified by your friends.

It's original ankle length skirt became a puffy, tutu-like skirt that falls just above your knees. Your hair that's usually tied is now let down, with delicate curls on the ends plus a red headband with a very large ribbon on the side as an accessory.

Wendy volunteered to do your hair and makeup for this occasion. It's not that you don't trust her but you actually feel uncomfortable wearing makeup. That's why you don't believe in them when they gave those praises.

You were forced back to reality when Irene declared that you're already in the party's venue. As you all off you took a step outside of the car, your friends became excited and of course your expression is the opposite when you're being almost dragged by two of your friends inside the mansion where Kim Seokjin lives.

"Oh, no, no, no..." you began to speak.

"Relax, Y/N. All of us are wearing costumes and nobody will judge you inside." Irene tries to put some sense into your head.

"Yeah, just enjoy it, will you? Yeri pats your back. She's right. There's nothing you can do about it but to "enjoy" whatever's gonna happen.

As soon as Wendy pressed the doorbell, a handsome Seokjin welcomed you. He's dressed as Mario from Mario Brothers.

"Welcome, welcome. And who's that charming lady with you?" he looked at your direction.

"This? This is Y/N." Joy said while smiling.

"Wow. It's an honor that you're here, Y/N. I hope you'll have a great time."

He said as he gestured all of you to come inside. True enough, all of you are all wearing different costumes. Some are zombies, vampires, and witches.

Irene, Yeri, and Seulgi suddenly disappeared while Joy went straight to the group of people dancing. Wendy tapped your shoulder and told you to just enjoy your night and she went her way towards the kitchen.

You sighed as you stood near the staircase. You're not really the one who prefers parties even on Friday night. You managed to get yourself a drink and you're getting comfortable in one of the corners of the sofa when Taehyung whistled so loud everybody fell silent.

"Alright, time for games!!!" he exclaimed.

The other men around started to drag a ping-pong table. And when it's set up, complete with cups of liquor neatly arranged on both sides. Namjoon then suddenly appeared, calling the opponents. But here's the twist, he wants a female group as the opposing team.

This is the main reason you don't attend these kinds of parties. To you, it's dangerous for your soul. And also, you suck at these kinds of games as if bad luck is there whenever a game comes and they always spot you. So before they do, you slowly stood up and walked backwards as you try to slowly move away from the game.

To your dismay, a tipsy Joy suddenly shouted "MY GIRLS CHALLENGE YOU" to Namjoon.

You just shook your head.

Irene was the first to play and she managed to let Namjoon drink the first cup. Followed by Seulgi, who drank three consecutive cups of beer.

Then it's your turn. To your dismay, of all the people you'll be playing with is the one that you don't wanna see.

Jungkook.

To add to your annoyance, he's wearing a prince costume.

"Well look at you. You look great tonight." he winked.

"Whatever, let's just get over this." you said.

Despite your efforts, your team lost.

Namjoon reappeared to announce what would be the consequence for the losing team.

"We'll pick a girl from your team, which we'll be handcuffed to one of our teammate. They will be together the entire night."

You wanted to run. To excuse yourself but you only hid behind Joy's wings, and began praying that this time, you'd be invisible until you heard your name to be called.

Can this day get any worse? You sighed as the crowd cheered for you.

"To spice things up, we're gonna have you blindfolded for a few minutes so please, take a seat here.

You sat on the chair prepared for you and soon after, your eyes are being covered.

"We've chosen a teammate to be with you. One of your friends will guide you to him. I hope you'll have fun." he said close to your ear, you can feel that he's smirking.

A gentle tap and tug make you stand up. It was Seulgi who's guiding you now.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I know you don't like these kinds of things but I really hope you have fun. Try to relax okay? We're here."

You heard her open a door and she guided you inside. Then, you were now told to sit down, you felt the softness of what you think is a mattress. Then, a cold metal touching your wrist. You heard a faint click and then Seulgi said when you hear the door close, you can take off your blindfold.

You just shook your head and listened.

When you heard it, you quickly removed your blindfold and looked at the other hand who's attached to the handcuff.

Jungkook was already smiling at you.

"Oh. Great." you said. Of all people, you always ended up with your least favorite.

"It is great. Because I'm with you." he winked.

You just gave him a sigh and looked away.

"Shall we conquer the night together?" he stood up, making your handcuffed wrist lift a bit.

"I'd rather spend my night here thanks." you chose to look at the floor than on his form.

"Come on Y/N. Let's enjoy the night!" he tried hyping you up but you're starting to get bored. So, he tried to face you and talked again.

"Alright, here's the deal. We'll go partying right now. If and only if you get bored, we'll go back here in silence after." He looked straight into your eyes.

You paused for a moment and you thought there's no point in saying no anyways so you just nod at him.

"Is that a yes?" he asked.

You stood up, and looked at him.

"There's no point in saying no anyways so let's go." you said in defeat.

"Let's grab a drink" he suddenly whispered to your ear.

He gave you a wide bunny smile which made you feel uneasy.

The both of you walked side by side where the party is. When you appeared, Jimin, Hoseok, and Taehyung are having a dance battle.

The feeling of his hot breath to your skin makes you feel uncomfortable once again but you just let him do what he wants.

The reason you're not fond of Jungkook dates back at the time on your freshman year in college. He always tease you which sometimes ends up in trouble. And the universe seemed to team up with him because since then, your relationship with him seemed to be in a loop of him teasing you whenever he has a chance while you always on the defense mode until now.

He handed you a cup of punch while he grabbed a can of beer.

You're about to take a sip when he stopped you, his hands on your wrist.

"Can I drink first? So we can be sure it's not roofed?" he said so you let him took a sip and when he's done and nothing happened, it's your turn to drink. You're starting to get a bit comfortable having him near you when Jimin appeared.

Good evening royalties, are you having fun?" he asked playfully.

"I always do. I hope my lady here too, is having fun." Jungkook said.

You felt quite embarrassed as Jimin's gaze was now shifted to you. So you smiled and responded that you're having a good time.

"Alright time to loosen up." Jungkook announced as he gulp the remains of his beer.

"We will own the dance floor." he winked.

Panic instantly ate your senses. You tried to stop Jungkook but he's way stronger than you so you can't help but to follow through or you'll get hurt by the handcuffs.

He again whispered to you telling you just to follow his lead. When the next track starts, the crowd cheered and began dancing.

He gently hold on to your hand, guiding you towards the middle and began swaying his hips.

"loosen up. You got this." he smiled.

"NEED some Liquid courage?" Hoseok appeared out of nowhere, giving you a jigger filled with red liquor. You smelled it and it's screaming 'danger'. Jungkook grabbed it from you and took half of it again, just to make sure it's safe. So when he nodded, you took the other jigger and drank all the contents in one go.

It tasted like cough medicine but has burning sensation down to your throat. Jungkook now reached for your hands and started swaying again.

You copied him and as you do it, he flashed you a cute smile which made you smile back at him.

The next moment, the both of you are giggling and dancing wildly together with several occasion of pulling each other, forgetting that you're handcuffed.

After several songs, you told him you want to sit down so you left the dance floor and searched for an empty seat but it seems that there's no available chairs so you opted for the staircase but you were once again stopped as the music suddenly halted.

"Alright monsters, ghouls, heroes, and royalties, Let's heat things up!"

Namjoon excitedly said through his megaphone.

Right after, a group of men came in, each one carrying a chair with them.

So that's where all the chairs went.

They neatly placed it in the middle, forming a circle and quickly exited the dance floor.

"Alright, we're gonna play another game, yes, it's musical chairs alright but, I need a pair. A couple in short."

You automatically shook your head and as you look into Jungkook, he was smiling, as if he can read your mind.

"Now is not the time to say no, Y/N." He said.

"I don't care. I'm not gonna join that game." your heart began to pound as your head began to create humiliating scenarios which made the hairs on your back stood up.

"Oh come on, you managed to dance with me. We're not gonna even dance there. We're just gonna walk around those chairs and sit down." he again tries to convince you.

"Oh come on, you managed to dance with me. We're not gonna even dance there. We're just gonna walk around those chairs and sit down." he again tries to convince you. "But what if I fail?" you said. "I'm here remember? Can you trust me for once?" he looked straight into your eyes. You don't understand yourself but as you look into his eyes, you can feel that he's sincere. Like he's telling the truth. So after you sighed you answered him. "Fine, let's do it. But after this, we're not gonna join games anymore." you firmly said. "Fine with me." he said as he guided you towards the center. You heard someone whistle and said "THAT'S MY GIRL, Y/N WHOOOT!!!" which earned a chuckle from the others which made you feel nervous. "Relax, just enjoy." he whispered. other pairs line up behind you. And when there are enough players, Namjoon recited the rules. Then the twist came in. "When the music stops, our gentlemen will carry our lovely ladies. And that's the time you should sit on our chairs. You groaned and cursed under your breath. This Kim Namjoon is a demon, dressed as Brown bear. You heard the crowd's cheer but the others opposed it so he spoke again. "OR, OR, the gentlemen will sit down. Then, our ladies will sit on their laps. Fair enough?" Another excited cheer came from the crowd and the music began to play again. Jungkook is a member of the sports team. And you've seen him play more than you can count and you knew that this idiot’s very competitive. So you just follow him and watch him sway his hips to the music. Then the music died. The next thing you knew were sitting. And the smell of someone's cologne began to overpower your senses. Then there's cheering. "open your eyes, baby." he whispered. You slowly opened your eyes and the first thing you saw was his prominent nose and his freaking wide smile. Maybe it's the liquor but this is the first time you've been this close to Jungkook, you're finding his features perfect. And, you can't help but blush. As the music starts once again, you stood up right away and followed him. This continued until there's three of you while there are two chairs left. "Let's win this." he said as the music began to play once again. This time, it's a slow song which made you players dance slowly too. The other pair which is dressed as salt and pepper danced close to each other. Thank goodness you're still handcuffed. Then suddenly, the music stopped and Jungkook scooped you bridal style and made you sit down once again on his lap. "I hope you're comfy, my lady." he winked. His little actions somewhat makes you feel a little bit too warm inside but you're kinda liking it so you didn't mind "To finish this off, we have little dare, the fastest pair who'd give five kisses to either the gentleman or the lady wins the game!" Namjoon said. "Unbelievable." you said. This freaking Kim Namjoon will be listed in your death note later. Fear was all over your face as looked into Jungkook, who's obviously trying to conceal his smile. You just shook your head while Jungkook whispered, his breath fanned your face, it made your heart beat fast. "If you don't do it, I'll do it. But I know you're not gonna like it so, it has to be you." "On three..." Namjoon instructed. "Here goes nothing." you said to Jungkook. As Namjoon shouted "three" your lips suddenly landed into Jungkook's face. Though his lips are so inviting, you avoided it on purpose. "WOW, Congratulations to our royalties, JUNGKOOK and Y/N!" everybody clapped their hands as you exited the dance floor. You saw Taehyung and Jimin gave Jungkook a slap on the back as he was smiling triumphantly. "I want my silence now." you demanded. "silence it is." he started walking upstairs but he went on the opposite direction and he opened one of the rooms with double doors. "This house is interesting in the morning but, it's amazing at night." The two of you walked slowly towards the curtained wall and when he pushed it aside, it revealed a veranda which overlooks the maze garden. He opened the doors and let you out. You can say that you really liked how the Christmas lights were carefully placed on each bush and trees so it looked like little fireflies that danced in the night. "You're right, it's amazing." you said as you looked at it with awe. You stared at the maze for a while and when you're satisfied, you returned inside the room. You sat on the fluffy pile of pillows on the floor and Jungkook sat beside you. You're now enjoying the silence when he spoke. "Let's play 21 questions." he said. "Okay." you responded. The questions started light, you both asked what interests you like your favorites until you asked something out of the blue. "Do you hate me that much you keep on teasing me?" you began. You earned a surprised look from Jungkook. "I don't hate you. Who says I hate you?"

“Come on, Jeon, you’ve been teasing me since freshman year,” you tried to adjust your skirt so it’ll cover your thighs. “Or is it some sort of rite of passage? You know, for the sports group-frat thingy?” you continued.

Jungkook chuckled as he look at you which made you feel somewhat irritated.

“I need a proper answer Jungkook,” you stared at him.

He sighed but that smile of him, that very cute—no, very attractive smile doesn’t fade then he answers

“Seriously, all this time you think I hate you?” he gently shook his head.

You let out a sigh, and replied,”If you don’t hate me why is it you always tease me every time you have a chance?”

Jungkook looked at you as he calm himself down, his smile doesn’t fade.

“Because that’s the only way that I know to talk to you,” he shifted his gaze from you towards the floor.

Probably it’s because of the liquor, but you swear, you caught a glimpse of him, blushing.

“What are you talking about? You can casually say hi to my friends while you make sure to piss me off.” You pouted.

“Of course, because you’re different,” he muttered.

Upon hearing what he said, you looked towards his direction, trying to search for some more answers from his face.

Yeah, you very well know that compared to your friends, you’d be the least among them when it comes to attractiveness and though you’re aware, still, it stings a bit when it’s being pointed out.

You don’t know what to respond so you remained silent, then Jungkook faced your direction.

“You got the wrong idea, didn’t you? Shit, how am I supposed to say this, okay, let me elaborate and listen to me because I’ll only say this once.”

You looked at him with a slight frown but you’re all ears.

“I can be casual to your friends because they’re all the same for me, I mean—“

“Let’s cut the chase Jeon, please.” You cut him.

He sighed.

“Fine, I guess I don’t have a choice,”

He scooted closer towards you.

“When I said you’re ‘different’, it means that I can’t compose myself in front of you,” he explained.

“Jungkook, I said—“

“Goddammit I like you, okay? I keep on teasing you because that’s the only way I know how to approach you without me stuttering, or avoiding embarrassment.”

You felt as if the room suddenly ran out of oxygen, your eyes are about to pop out.

Did Jeon Jungkook confessed to you? You don’t know how to respond to it.

“You chose the wrong day to play pranks on me Jeon, it’s Halloween. April Fool’s way too early.” You tried to lighten up the mood but he looks serious.

“It’s my turn to ask,” he replied.

“Y-yeah, go on,”

He scooted closer to you, his right knee’s touching yours,“can I kiss you?”

“W-what?”

He slowly went closer, and closer until his nose touches yours, and you felt his breath into your lips.

Maybe, it’s the liquor, that’s why upon closing your eyes, you felt his soft lips into yours.

A few moments have passed when he started moving. He tasted liquor but with a little hint of sweetness. You let him lead you, and when you found the rhythm, you kissed back.

Maybe it’s the liqour, but hell, you’re definitely enjoying this.

Little by little, the slow kissing became faster, turning it into a full blown makeout session, you couldn’t help but to grip his hair, making him groan which sent some sensation in your body that you’ve never felt before.

Maybe it’s the liquor, but you don’t have the strength to stop him because you’re enjoying it.

“Stand up,” he said

And you followed. He guided you towards the bed.

He kissed you again, but this time, he slowly drifted from your lips he’s now kissing your neck.

“Don’t you know how gorgeous you look with that costume of yours? You killed almost all of the male attendees tonight that I have to threaten some of my teammates so they would shut up.” He whispered to your ear.

You gave him a shy smile which made him want you more. He kissed you once again, and you felt his hands starts to lift your skirt.

He looked into your eyes, and you adore how beautiful his were. Dark brown eyes, glimmering in the pale light. “Do you want this?”

You nod.

“Are you sure? Because if you say yes, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself even if you change your mind.”

Maybe it’s the liquor, you don’t know where are you getting that courage, or rather confidence.

Again, you nod.

“Fuck,” he kissed you and this time, it’s fulll of desire.

He started unzipping your dress.

“Damn these handcuffs,” he muttered.

“Can I?” you pointed towards his costume.

“I’m all yours, baby” he replied which made your body heat some more.

You slowly touched his arm, until your hands landed on the buttons of his shirt which you slowly removed.

It revealed his toned body, which made you blush. But you dared yourself to touch him, and the reaction you got from him didn’t disappoint.

Maybe it’s the liquor, but you couldn’t help yourself, so you kissed the newly exposed skin, making him curse.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he pushed you with a slight force into the bed, minding that the both of you are handcuffed.

He removed your dress, revealing your underwear, he imitated what you just did to him, but as he kiss your body, he took off the rest of your clothes too.

“Jungkook...” you breathed as you feel him go lower.

You felt his breath closer and closer to your womanhood and you can’t hide the excitement.

He slowly removed your underwear, and upon seeing your entire nakedness, he let out a sigh.

“Goddamn I’m so blessed, you’re a goddess, Y/N, you’re so beautiful.” He said, as he admire you.

You watched him remove the rest of his clothes and you blushed as you see his manhood spring out of his boxers.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you responded.

He kissed you once again, your bare bodies touched, he felt so warm, feverish even. His soft skin making you feel more and more aroused.

He slowly went down on you, spreading your legs in the process, he sighed at the sight of your damp core.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful,” he breathed.

You let out a moan as he licked a stripe on your pussy, these sensations are new to you but you’re enjoying it.

“Jungkook!” you responded as he licks your clit like crazy. Then you felt his finger enter you.

Slowly, he let it in and out.

“You’re so damn tight babe,” he commented as he finger fuck you.

“Shit Jungkook, more, more,” you pleaded.

You don’t understand what’s going on with your body but the more he touch you, the more you’re wanting for more.

When he stopped, you adjusted, wanting to return the pleasure he gave you.

You slowly touched his hardened dick, starting from the base, slowly going upwards. He let out a moan and you continued doing that until he started reciting curses.

“Shit baby you’re making me crazy,” he said.

“I-I want you,” you whispered.

“Say that again.” He teased.

“Jungkook, please.” you replied.

Without any words, he lied you down, positioned himself to enter you.

You slowly feel him fill you up, you watch him as he drown himself in pleasure.

He kissed you once again, letting you adjust.

When you told him to move, he did it nice and slow. You felt pain at first but when you found the pace, you met him half way.

Another new sensation came into you, and he explained that you’re about to cum so you let him lead you on what to do and it fucking feels so good.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum, baby!” he exclaimed as he thrust into you, and when he met his high, he immediately pulled out, you felt his hot load in your abdomen.

He slightly tugged you, telling you that he wanted to clean you up so you follow him in the bathroom.

You returned right after and he tucked the both of you under the fluffy blanket.

He pulled you closer to him, and kissed your forehead while you fall fast asleep.

🎃

Your eyes were hit by the ray of the sun, making you groan. Not just because of the terrible headache but because the rest of your body as well.

You recalled what happened and as you try to deny it, proofs of the events last night starts popping up.

You’re not in your room, and you glanced at your wrist, red marks evident. You noticed a pile of clothes on the foot of the bed, so you hopped in the shower and wore that.

You look like you’re about to attend PE with your outfit, you tucked the oversized white shirt under the sweatpants that surprisingly firs you. It’s chilly outside so you don’t have a choice but to wear something thicker. To your dismay, it’s one of Jungkook's varsity hoodie, that has his name at tha back, plus some random number. At this point, you don’t care anymore, you must go to your last class before seven day school break starts.

You’re planning on sneaking out but as you open the door, it revealed the owner of the house, Seokjin.

“I see, you’re awake, shall we go to school?”

He looked at your shoes and he shook his head.

He asked for your shoe size and good thing you and his mother have the same size so he lend you a pair of rubber shoes. You’re wondering if he can lend you some of his mother’s clothes but you hesitated.

He told you Jungkook went to school early for practice.

When you arrived at school. You gave him a thanks and started jogging towards your class.

You felt a sense of relief when you saw that the class hasn’t started yet. You went straight to your usual spot. You glanced at the door and it revealed your friends.

“Hi” you greeted them.

They gave you a knowing look, making you blush.

A few minutes passed and the professor came in. You’re there but your head is somewhere else. So you’re thankful because your professor cut the discussion a few minutes shorter. You and your friends decided to grab some food at the cafeteria. Joy’s clutching your arm.

The six of you are fooling around when you arrived at the baseball field.

You avoided looking at the field and kept a smiling face.

When you’re in the cafeteria, you quickly went to get some food plus coffee.

You waited for your friends and when everybody’s settled, you began eating.

“So...” Yeri began.

You kept on eating when you realized that they’re looking at you.

“So?” you looked at them, confused.

“How’s the night?” Wendy couldn’t help but to ask.

“Oh, c’mon guys, you already know it,” you replied.

“So, this means our Y/N’s a lady now?” Seulgi teased.

“For heaven’s sake, Seulgi.” You replied, a little embarassed.

They kept on teasing you until you heard another group of loud,rowdy men enter.

You scanned the group and you’re half relieved because he’s not there.

You’re also half disappointed because he’s not there.

“You done? Let’s go,” Seulgi stood up and all of you followed, clearing the table as you go.

You’re about to exit the cafeteria when one of the boys from the table near the door called you out.

“Nice hoodie, Y/N.” He remarked.

“Thanks,” you replied.

When your class ended, the rest of the girls went to their separate plans while you remained for your English class.

A few students were already in and you forgot your phone somewhere in Jin’s house. You’ll probably ask around where he is so you can retrieve the rest of your belongings there.

Right after English class, you asked the student assistant as to where Jin probably is and he told you he could be either at the gym or at the student council room so you chose the closest which was the gym.

A gentle yet cold air greeted you, making you shiver. You put the hood on, rubbed your palms and placed it on your cheeks. You’re basically under dressed with this kind of weather. You braved the coldness and proceeded to the theater when you passed by the gym wherein the cheer leading team is currently practicing.

You just walked past them, when someone called your attention.

“Hey,” you kept walking

“Hey, you!” still, you keep on walking,

“Hey, girl wearing a Jungkook hoodie!”

Here, you stopped.

You turned and you saw three girls approaching you.

“Get inside,” the girl with the shortest hair said.

“Here’s fine, isn’t it?” you countered.

“Are you deaf?” one of them asked, annoyance is evident.

“Obviously not, I just don’t respond to “hey” or “hey you”,” you replied calmly.

“I will make this short, why are you wearing that?” the girl pointed at your ensemble.

“No reason, I just want to feel sporty,” you lied.

“Oh, right, next time wear a different jacket. Don’t customize coz it looked inappropriate.” She replied.

You noticed another cheerleader approaching, she’s slender, with shoulder – length blonde hair, with pastel pink highlights.

“And another thing, our friend right here might get jealous, because she and Jungkook has something going on” the other girl added.

“Hey, Rose, stop it. She might have nightmares later,” the blonde girl said.

“Oh, yeah? Right, I totally understand, uh, yeah I’ll discard this as soon as i get home.” You replied.

“Gotta go,” you started walking away when the blonde called you out.

“Hang on, Oh my God, so it’s you.”

“It’s me what?” you looked confused.

You watched the four of them as they whisper to each other, making their eyes wide in the process.

“Excuse me? What’s is this about?” you asked.

“I’m Lisa by the way. I believe that belongs to Jungkook, right? As in, a legit jacket from Jeon Jungkook,” the blonde asked.

You have no choice but to tell the truth so you nod.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“For what, exactly?” your getting annoyed.

“Can we talk somewhere more private?” she said and you just followed them inside the locker room.

“Okay, so what about?” you asked.

“Well, there’s this thing between the players and the cheerleaders right, and um, we kinda had some bets, and the bet’s about deflowering a virgin on Halloween which was last night.

“Aaand, the confirmation that the bet succeeded is that the girl will wear any piece of clothing the member has.”

Her words are like daggers flying everywhere. You kinda expected something will happen if you wear the goddamn hoodie but not this worse.

You kept cool, and let her finish.

“Oh, I see, so what’s the prize that’s at stake here?” you responded.

“Well, two things, one—they get to experience popping someone’s cherry. second, the person, well in this case, Jungkook, will have a steady relationship with me,” she replied confidently.

“Oh, so you let an innocent person get involved with this kind of shit? Congratulations, I hope you’re happy,”

You walked away with your head up. You chanted ‘you will not cry here’ until you’re home.

You don’t know if life is mad at you because as soon as you walked towards the gates, you saw Jungkook from afar. He’s holding something on his hand, leaning on his car. He’s waiting for someone.

When your eyes met, you suddenly froze and turned around.

“Y/N? Y/N wait!” you heard him call but you kept on walking. Of course, he’ll catch up, he’s athletic. He blocked your way.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

You don’t know which emotion is stronger- disappointment, anger, or something else.

“Oh, nothing’s wrong Jeon. Everything’s fine. By the way congratulations, achievement unlocked—I popped someone’s cherry badge is now added to your collection.” You blurted.

His expression became grim.

“Y/N, what is this about? I don’t understand.” Confusion in his face is evident.

“You know, quit acting. You should’ve just left me alone, Jungkook. But anyway, what’s done is done, I hope you’ll be happy with Lisa.”

“Wha—“

Your reflexes got the best of you, your hand landed on his face.

You slapped him.

You took off his jacket and shove it to his chest and walked away.

You began walking towards the gates. You don’t care if you’d die in the cold. You couldn’t feel anything anyway.

You’re walking like a zombie when someone pulled you towards the sidewalk.

“What the hell is going on? What happened to you? AND WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU CRYING?” Joy’s voice grew louder and louder.

She removed her padded jacket and placed it on your shoulders. She started calling someone and after a few minutes, the rest of your friends are there to get you.

When you’re inside the car, they made sure to keep you warm. Everybody was quiet.

They guided you until you’re inside your house. You went straight to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

You buried yourself in blankets, and began to cry. You cried hard as you could.

Because for a moment, you thought whatever he said last night was real.

That he really like you.

“Y/N, please talk to us?” Joy cooed.

“What happened?” Irene looked so concerned, it seemed she’s in the verge of tears too.

“Jeon Jungkook happened,” another wave of tears blurred your vision.

You continued crying and your friends embraced you.

They stayed like that until you stopped crying.

“Where’s your phone?” Yeri asked.

“At Seokjin’s,” you replied.

“I see, alright I’ll get your things back, and I’ll bring some food.” She said.

You asked her if she can return the clothes that your borrowed to Seokjin and she’s more than glad to do so.

For now you wanted to be alone, Joy and Wendy refused to leave you so they’re just all over the house.

When the rest of the girls returned, your phone’s at one percent, there are several missed calls plus a lot of notifications and a couple of messages probably from your friends.

You plugged it, and let it charge.

Yeri told you that they’ll be leaving, you thanked them.

Again, you consoled yourself that you should’ve known better. You knew how much of a playboy Jungkook is but you set aside your observation.

You can’t believe you fell for such cheap words, wrapped in fake sincerity.

But then again, you’re not surprised.

You sighed for the a thousand time and closed your eyes.

🎃

The break ended faster than you could say ‘move on’.

You managed to return to your old self, the one who laughs with the girls after spending some time away.

Little did you know while you’re away, your friends and Jungkook’s had a meeting, they all had some theories as to what happened but nothing’s for certain because Jungkook spent his break on a training camp.

“Can you lend me your notebook on chem lec? I’m so lazy my period wants me to stay at home,” Seulgi sighed as she lean on the chairs.

“Here,” you handed her your notebook.

She gave you a flying kiss and you gave her a chuckle.

Ever since that incident happened, you became aware whenever Jungkook’s around.

When your last class ended, you went to your locker to get some books.

Yeri came by your house tonight just to return your notebook.

You asked her if she wanted to stay for a bit but she has something to do so you began doing your homework when you noticed some doodles at the back of your notebook.

Definitely it’s not Yeri’s work.

You just leave it there and finished whatever homework you can accomplish that night.

Monday came and you’re placing the books on your locker when you overheard some girls gossiping.

“Wow, they are really a power couple, Lisa and Jungkook.”

“I know right? I’m quite Jealous of Lisa, because even my boyfriend mentions her sometimes.”

This is the time you walked away and attend your classes. You’re in the middle of the class when Irene called your attention, gesturing that you should check your phone.

She sent a message saying you need to talk and you nod.

“We will cut classes, until you tell us what happened the day after Halloween.”she said.

“Alright,” you started telling them what happened, of course leaving whatever you did with Jungkook under the sheets.

“What the fuck did you just said?!” Seulgi and Joy are both furious now. Joy quit the cheer leading team because of too much ‘politics’.

“Stop, you guys, it’s not worth it,” you tried calming them down.

“I really want to cut her hair at least,” Joy exclaimed.

“Yeah? But nah, don’t do that.” You smiled.

That smile faded in an instant when you saw the baseball team walked towards your direction, Jungkook’s in between Taehyung and Hoseok who waved at your direction which you replied with a nod.

“How about him? what are you going to do with him?” Wendy looked at you with pure concern.

“It’s over before it even started,” you stood up, and went to your next subject.

It’s weird because your friends really skipped class. You sent a message on your group chat but it seemed that nobody’s online so you decided to take a stroll going to the bus stop going home.

🎃

“I think someone’s messing around our couple,” Irene spoke.

“Y/N already spilled what happened after the party,” Wendy added.

They shared what you’ve just told them to the boys, namely Seokjin, Namjoon, Hoseok, Yoongi, and Jimin. Taehyung’s mission is to always be beside Jungkook.

“I can’t believe this is happening, we just want to help Jungkook get the girl she likes.” Namjoon sighed, shaking his head.

“I think we need to teach someone a lesson,” Joy muttered.

“How?” Yoongi questioned.

“By throwing another party this weekend. Joy answered.

“Call.” The boys said.

“Call.” The girls replied. And they all made a plan.

That night, they continued chatting on a separate group chat without you and Jungkook in it. There, they started executing the plan. The only problem is how are they going to convince you to join them.

“I’ll persuade her,” Yeri said.

“We’ll back you up,” Wendy and Irene said.

After several days the preparation’s done. The only thing that’s needed is your presence to complete it.

“I know you’re free later, come with us?” Yeri said while she flips a magazine about computers.

“Where to?” you glanced at her.

“Party as usual,” she replied casually.

“Okay.” You replied.

This time, she almost threw the magazine, not believing what you’d just said.

“Yeah, I’m in.” you replied.

“Cool. Want us to help you dress up?” Wendy asked.

“No, I’m good, see you what time?”

“We’ll pick you up at eight.” Yeri answered.

“Okay, eight.” You smiled.

Your classes ended somewhat quick. Probably it’s because you’re looking forward to the party.

You don’t care if Jungkook’s gonna be there or not. You cannot avoid him forever anyway.

When you arrived home, you set your alarm to wake up at 6PM. Before anything else, you gave yourself a beauty sleep.

🎃

“Holy smokes, you look amazing, Y/N!” Joy cheered.

“Thanks, I told you I can do it,”

You entered the car and Yeri started driving.

When you arrived at the party, there are a lot of attendees, mostly from your school. You assumed that those whom you’re not familiar with came from a different one.

“Heeeey, nice to see you girls,” Namjoon greeted.

You smiled at him and you see Hoseok approaching.

“Y’all looked wonderful, ladies.” He commented.

You’re holding your first glass when you saw Lisa, Jungkook following right behind him.

You chugged in the cocktail straight upon seeing them.

Irene found a good spot for you to sit down. There, you began to start enjoying yourself.

After a few drinks, Wendy invited all of you to dance so you did. You’re actually enjoying yourself when someone tapped your shoulder.

“May I dance with you?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

You start to feel the beat and when you get the hang of it, you moved your hips.

When the DJ starts to add some beat of his own, you started cheering and danced some more.

When the music ended, you and your partner gave each other high fives and returned to your seats.

You watch as Yoongi, Namjoon, and Seokjin approach the DJ which is the famous Hyungwon.

“Alright, if you’ve been partying with us uou know that we love some games!” Namjoon said while everybody cheered.

“The game is derived from our very middle school game – ‘Seven minutes in heaven’ but this time, it’s

‘A night in heaven’ – meaning, meaning, those who will be chosen will spend a night together at a suite in this hotel!

Everybody cheered once again.

“You know, your stubs have that unique QR code. Upon entering, the database collects the data, yep, the one you scanned at the entrance and we’ll pick two people from you. Don’t worry, the picker knows if you’re a girl or a boy because we had a separate line for the boys, and for the ladies. So, the database already segregated y’all.” Yoongi explained.

You heard someone commented about him being a geek and you chuckled.

“Alright, those who are chosen would be notified via SMS. So, good luck! And have fun!”

They exited and the music was on again.

You stopped drinking, because there’s still a probability that you’d get picked.

After a few minutes, you saw your phone light up.

“As expected,” you sighed.

You received a text message telling you to proceed at room 901.

You sent a message on your group chat telling you’re the lucky winner.

A female staff from the hotel approached you and assisted you until you enter the room.

You replied to the number as soon as you’re inside the room. it replied, telling you to sit on the bed, the female staff told you that you’re required to wear a blindfold as you wait for the other winner.

You don’t know what’s gotten into you but you prayed so hard that you know the man that will be with you for the rest of the night. You heard a faint beep and you immediately sat down on the carpeted floor, trying to hide from the other winner.

You can hear a male voice, telling the other winner that he should be blindfolded as well. He was guided by the staff until you was inside the bedroom too. The staff said he’ll leave.

“Hello?” said the man.

You can recognize that voice anywhere. You let out a curse as you clear your throat.

“Hi,” you replied, trying to suppress a wave of emotions building up on your system.

“So, yeah, I assume you’re on the other side of the bed, am I right?” he responded.

“Yeah, I am.” You said casually.

“I know who you are, I can distinguish that voice anywhere,” he declared.

Your eyes opened behind the blindfold still controlling your emotions.

“Yeah? I can say the same for you,” you responded.

“Y/N...” he called.

“Jungkook?” you replied.

Silence.

After some time, he cleared his throat, and speak again.

“What happened?”

“About?” you feigned ignorance because you’re starting to get disturbed by the mere fact that you’re alone with him again.

He sighed, probably he’s letting you know that he’s been thinking about it too.

“To us. What happened to us, Y/N?" he bluntly spoke.

You were taken aback when he mentioned the word ‘us’.

You gulped, choosing the appropriate words to say but he started speaking again.

“Since that day, I can’t focus on anything, may it be classes or practice. I can’t sleep properly either.” He confessed.

“And why is that?” you probed.

“Why? You’re asking me, ‘why?’ goodness, Y/N, you know why.”

“Because I thought after that night, we can be something.”

Your breath hitched upon hearing this as your chest tightens.

“Oh for goodness sake, Jungkook please, stop saying those things. You already get what you wanted, you don’t need to pretend anymore. you’re starting to get mad.

“Pretend? Since when did I pretend?” he’s still calm.

“Gosh Jungkook please, okay, you wanted the truth? For a while there, I really thought that you’re different from the other guys out there. You’re actually really sweet and funny most of the time, but whenever we agreed into something, your ‘fans’ will confront or do something to me which I don’t have time to deal with. But I’m still thankful that party happened because for a moment, I think you’re a real prince that night, that you’re just for me. But of course, we’re both pretending to be royals from a fairy tale.”

“Y/N..” he called in an apologetic way that made the tears you’re trying to control ever since you heard his voice fall.

“Don’t worry, I don’t regret what happened that night Kook, promise,” you said in between sobs.

“Can I get closer to you?” he asked.

“No, let’s just stay this way,” you replied.

Because if you allow him to get close to you right now, you’ll forget—

You’ll forget the limitations between the two of you.

Because he’s with someone else already.

Meanwhile, your friends approached Lisa. They spotted her hanging out with some boys from another school.

“So, you’re the one claiming to be Jungkook’s girlfriend?” Seulgi bluntly asked Lisa.

“I’m not claiming it, I am his girlfriend.” She said with full confidence.

“Since when?” Joy asked.

“After Seokjin’s Halloween party,” she replied.

Your friends looked at each other with a frown.

“You’re not even there in the first place, how did you became his girlfriend?”

“We had a bet,” she sipped her drink using a straw which made Wendy and Yeri frown.

“And this bet is?” Seulgi asked again.

“It’s just between us, cheerleaders and players,” she said.

“Really?” Okay then.” Wendy signaled someone, and came Hoseok and Taehyung,

“What is this bet between you and the cheerleaders?” Irene asked Hoseok and Taehyung,

“Bet? I don’t know anything about it,” Hoseok said, who looked straight at Lisa, who became suddenly pale.

“It’s a bet from a different school,” she replied.

“Oh, which one?” Taehyung asked.

“_____________!” She said.

“Oh,” Taehyung texted someone but he stopped when he saw someone approaching.

“This is Cha Eunwoo from the school Lisa mentioned. So, do you have a bet going on between Jungkook, and the prize is has something to do with Lisa?” he asked Eunwoo.

Eunwoo looked at all of the people present, then back at Taehyung.

“No, there’s no bet in our school like that. And besides, why would we do a bet involving another school? It’s useless.”

“So, you think someone’s spreading fake news?” Hoseok added.

“Yeah, definitely,” Eunwoo repled.

“So, someone’s lying.” Irene’s look are sharp towards Lisa.

“What did you say to our friend Y/N?” Joy’s irritation is evident.

“A-alright, calm down,” Lisa said.

🎃

Two weeks had passed since that encounter with Jungkook. Whenever your group of friends hang out, you both pretend that you don’t exist which somewhat made you feel sad.

Today is a special day since they have a practice game with their rival team.

Irene threatened you that she’ll cut your hair during your sleep if you’re not gonna attend the practice game so you’re obliged to come.

You looked at your reflection on one of the school’s mirrors and you pulled the hood of you jacket and wore it above your head.

It’s freezing cold since the winter season began and you dragged your feet to venue of the practice game.

As you find your desired spot, you texted your friends that you’re there and a call from Yeri follows telling you they’ll be there soon.

After a few minutes, students came in and in a few minutes time, the whole place is almost filled with students and yet there’s no sign of your friends.

You texted them again, telling them that if they didn’t show up you’ll leave but you saw your friends approaching.

“What are we doing here anyway,” you asked.

“We’re gonna support Yoongi, of course.” She replied.

“Right,” you replied.

You became excited as you watch Yoongi play. You even cheered for him together with your friends.

It’s half time and the game’s on break when the intermission numbers were introduced.

You watch the cheerleaders perform.

Then someone introduced another performer who’ll sing.

The lights dimmed and the beautiful melody of a piano started playing.

The spotlight showed Yoongi, playing the piano and a beautiful voice was added to the melody.

In the middle of the song, some of the students approached you, giving you a rose.

The students suddenly cheered and Joy pointed at the large screen and it showed you.

Then, the lights are now focused on the singer, and your heart starts to beat quadruple time when you saw who it is.

It’s Jungkook.

He slowly made his way towards you as he handed the last rose. You accepted it. When the song ended, he bowed and grabbed your hand, making several flowers on your arm fell.

“Please, just follow me,” he said, without glancing at you.

You just followed, his hand on your wrist.

He brought you to the student council room.

“Now, what?” you looked at him, you’re still clinging the roses.

“I’ve figured out what happened,” he spoke.

“Lalisa, or rather Lisa approached you that day, didn’t she?” he asked.

You sighed and looked at him.

“Yeah,” you replied.

“And she said something about a bet.” He continued.

You nod in response.

“That’s bullshit,” he said, his tone, bitter.

“What—“ he cuts you.

“Listen to me first, whatever she said, all of those are lies. I don’t have any ounce of interest in her. Because ever since, I had my eyes on you, Y/N,”

You saw him blush as your eyes became blurry, and you felt your cheeks became wet.

“I always wanted to see your smile, your frown, your pouts, the way you look whenever you’re focused doing something,” he continued.

“Sorry to say this but I also want to see you cry, But all I want are the happy ones and I wish to be the reason of your happy tears, Y/N,”

More tears filled your eyes as you hear him say those words.

You were surprised as he kneeled down,

“Y/N, please give me a chance, let’s make that fairy tale from the party real, I know you feel something for me too, your friends sent me proof,” he showed a playful smile.

“What are you talking about?” you wiped your tears with your free hand.

He pulled his phone and entered the password, and showed you a video.

It was from your drinking session with the girls. And you remembered that night, you’re wasted drunk, Joy asking you whom do you like and you flatly said Jungkook’s name and cried. You even confessed what Lisa had done.

You blushed.

“So..” he looked at you with hopeful eyes, still kneeling.

“Stand up, will you.” You shyly told him.

He slowly stood up, towering you.

Your heart starts to skip beats as it battles with your head.

Maybe he’s sincere.

Maybe he’s not like the other guys you know.

Maybe he’s real.

You smiled at him and gave him a nod.

“What?” he looked confused.

“I said, okay,” you replied.

“Are you serious?” his tone became cheerful.

You nod, giving him a little smile.

“Can I hug you?” he asked and you nod.

Right after that, you felt his arms wrap around you, and it made you feel warm and secure at the same time.

“Thank you, thank you for giving me a chance,” he whispered.

“I love you, Y/N,” he sweetly said.

“I love you, too Jungkook,” you replied.

A/N:

This has been on my drafts for a year, same season which is Halloween and I promised myself that I’ll publish it this year so I did my best to do so.

And I’ll do my best little by little, to be active again. There’s a LOT that has happened that’s why I wasn’t able to post anything.

The song Jungkook sang is I’m in Love - Ra.D

Thank you, I hope you enjoy it!

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