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notagamersdey · 3 years

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The Dream

Painting by: Henri Rousseau

Photo (2021) and Story By Tyler D. Ortiz

Rating: T

Word Count: 2k~

Warnings: bad language, panic attacks

A/N: So this story is inspired by the Pedro Pascal episode of the podcast Talk Art (31:14-34:15). Go check that out if you want to hear some fun stories by the hosts and pp.

Summary: Matias, after losing his chance to act in a popular TV show, is taken to the Museum of Modern Art by his sister where he realizes he has nothing to lose.

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Today, I’m supposed to meet my sister Lyanna here at East Village Pizza. She said it was a special treat for getting my first “big” role on Law & Order. When I told her the news, she had jumped up for joy, squealing my ear off. It wasn’t a big deal, just another job for the bills, but she was adamant that this job was a life changer. She’s says that about every job.

I came to the pizza parlor early, grabbing my favorite seat in front of the window. We normally sat here when we came because it gave us the perfect view of cold, angry New Yorkers. I had ordered our pizza, waiting for her to arrive when my phone starts to buzz.

I open it up and put it against my ear, holding it with my shoulder, “This is Matias.”

“Matias, I'm sorry to tell you…” Fuck, “…but we’ve decided to go in a different direction...” It’s the fucking casting director, droning on, saying those same fucking words, “You have wonderful talent.,” “You didn’t fit the director's vision.,” etcetera. Etcetera. ETCETERA. It's all movie-talk for “You weren't good enough.”

Grabbing the scruff behind my neck, I slammed my phone shut and stuffing it into my jacket pocket. What the hell was I going to do now? Three hundred bucks – gone in an instant.

“Here’s your order, Sir,” A waiter places the small pizza in front of me, and you know, today was one of the rare days I was able to scrounge enough money to afford the luxury of a decent slice of pizza, and now I can’t even enjoy it.

“God dammit,” It’s moments like these when memories of my father came hit me like a freight train. He used to berate me about goals and aspirations, telling me, “It’s never going to happen, Matias,” and “It’s not a job. You won’t get anywhere with that.” In high school, I used to constantly fight with him, telling him my dreams were achievable. That I would succeed as an actor. He would laugh in my face; tell me they were unobtainable. I mean... Maybe he was right.

Now, I’m living in one of the most expensive cities with over 300,000 dollars in debt, 40 bucks to my name, and a dead-beat waiter job at Planet Hollywood that barely pays for food let alone the bills. I have no back-up plan, no emergency fund. I just had my bachelor's degree in acting, which won't pay for shit.

I shake my head. My neck and back start to ache, an oncoming migraine sitting on my temples.

Matias, the fuck do you want to do that for?

Matias, you’re not good enough.

Matias, you will always be alone.

I stand to leave, throwing the untouched pizza in the trash on my way out the door. The cold winter air bites at my nose when I step outside. I pull my scarf up closer to my neck and make my way down East 9th Street.

Leaving the restaurant doesn’t help. Hopelessness rushes over me like a tsunami. The texture of the wool sweater underneath my jacket scratched annoyingly at the exposed skin on my wrists. It’s a cold wintery day but I feel incredibly hot underneath the layers. A nervous sweat builds underneath my beanie. Everyone’s staring, I know it. They know I've failed yet again. They know I’m just a naïve child.

His voice repeats in my head like a tornado siren, yelling, screaming at me, “You will not survive.”

You will not make an income.

You will not have healthcare.

You are setting yourself up for failure.

…You will die- My phone starts to buzz again. I really want to fucking ignore it but if it’s Lyanna, she’d have every cop in the city on my ass within the hour.

“Hey.” I cough, trying to clear my throat. Act normal.

“Mat! I’m sorry I’m late, I’m-” She sounds like she’s running.

“Actually, Sis, I left…” I stop in the middle of the pavement, getting shoved and cursed at by the impetuous crowd around me.

“What? Why?” Her concerned voice seeps through the phone. Suddenly, heat shoots up my back. She’s going to be upset.

I move off to the side, leaning up against a wall of graffiti, “I didn’t get the job after all.”

I hear her let out a breath, “Different direction?” She asks, knowingly.

I nod, “Yea... said I could act the part, but I didn’t fit the type of Latino they were going for... whatever the hell that means.” I spit out, bitterly.

“Means they’re bigoted.” I can hear the annoyed twinge in her voice.

“Yea... probably...” Lyanna stays quiet. “Hey... So, I’m not really up for doing anything... Can we just go home?”

“Umm...” She hums, clicking her tongue, “No.”

“Lyanna...” Please.

“No, no, I’m serious, I know you. Once you get home you're going to sulk in your room for days. Let's bypass the self-pity and go have fun. Take your mind off it.”

I’m silent for a moment, feeling my anxiety subside as I focus on her words, “What do I get if your wrong?”

“A fresh slice of cheese pizza to replace the one you probably threw away...” She laughs, “Now, how ‘bout MoMA?”

“Sure… MoMA sounds good.”

I’ve always found it difficult to find the Museum of Modern Art. The only way anyone would be able to tell where this museum was is with the three bright red banners hanging off the side of the building holding their acronym in an even darker shade of red. This was basically every building in New York so, of course, I pass right by it. Lyanna managed to catch me before I got too far. She runs up to me and immediately linked her arm into mine.

“Hey stranger, took you long enough.” She greats, warmly.

“You know how it is.”

“Oh common, where’s that smile? We are celebrating!” She starts to pull me into the museum, warm air painting my face when she opens one of the doors.

“Celebrating a failure.”

“Celebrating life.”

We walk in and are bombarded with hordes of people packed in front of every corner of the room. It's as if every single person visiting New York had decided that they would all collectively visit the museum on this specific day. Maybe they were having an event. People of all shapes and sizes were packed in front of each art piece, creating a thick barrier preventing outsiders from looking in on their beauty. In the corner of the room is a balloon man handing out replicas of Jeff Koon’s Balloon Dog to children. I clench my teeth at the disgusting sound of rubber and latex rubbing together. I feel a hot prickling in my neck at the sight of a child squeezing the neck of their bright metallic green Balloon Dog, another child on the edge of crying as she violently hit her blue Balloon Dog onto her stroller seat.

Someone bumps into me. I feel myself tense up. Don’t touch me. I take my arms away from Lyanna, hiding them in my pockets. Lyanna looks up at me, “Hey, are you okay?”

Fuck no,“Yes.”

“You sure? You seem tense,” she raises her eyebrow.

“No. No... I'm good... There’s just.” Act normal, “A lot of people.”

“Well, if you’re sure...” Everyone is breathing my air - of course I’m not sure. “You wanna start off this way then make our way around?” she asks pointing to her left. I nod.

She guides me to the fifth floor, to our first painting. Shes pushing through the crowds so we could get a closer look. It’s a dark painting with a black, shadowy silhouette of an elephant trudging on an upwards incline. The air around him grey, as if he was pushing through a sandstorm. He is struggling to get to wherever he was headed. I’m suddenly pushed closer to the struggling elephant. Lyanna snaps at someone behind me. A balloon pop’s. A child's scream echo around the room. The dark clouds surrounding the elephant fill my edge of my vision as my eyes zoom into the lonely elephant. My throat begins to close. My heart hurts. A voice in my head whispers “You’re dying. You’re dying.” in a joyous chant. I try to breathe but nothing can get through. My hands prickle. My chest stutters. The elephant fades. Only the shadowing and silhouettes of people fill my vision. I still feel the pain in my throat, as I try to breath in air.

Lyanna speaks but her voice is muffled. The darkness that had overtaken my vision slowly fades away. I sit up straight, feeling the soft leather beneath me, becoming aware of my surroundings. We are in different exhibit. It's completely empty. I shift, feeling the leather bench beneath my finger tips. The silence is soothing.

“You feeling better?” Lyanna sits next to me with a cup of water in her hands, causing the leather beneath creaked.

I close my eyes. God. She grabs at my hand but I pull away. Please go away. I can feel her eyes burning into my soul. It’s unbearable. I turn away from her. Please go away. She grips at the cup tightly. The crunch of the cup is excruciating.

“Matias.” She attempts to grab my hand again. I see it coming from a mile away. Like in slow motion. The closer she got, the more I dreaded the contact.

“Fuck! Stop! Can you please just give me a God damn minute?” I stand up trying to get away.

“What is happening?” She’s mad. You’ve ruined everything.

“I don’t want to be fucking touched, Lyanna. Just stop. Stop everything. Leave me alone.” I’m staring at the floor. If I look at her, I’m going to lose it. Shameful. Embarrassing.

“I’m only trying to help.” You’re an embarrassment.

“You’re not!” She’s going to never going to forgive you.

“Okay…” She stands slowly, “Let’s relax for a moment… I’ll be back in a few minutes… Just text me if you need anything.” I don’t say anything while she walks away, the sound of her shoes fading. I sit back down onto the chair, head in my hands.

I take a few deep breaths, focusing on the ground beneath me. The floor is smooth, my hair is soft and messy, the pressure of my elbows on my knees grow. My eyes leave the floor only to be met with a flood of green. A naked woman waking up on a large red couch in the middle of a jungle. Light green paints the leaves towards the bottom of the canvas and becomes darker going up towards the sky. The bright flowers burst up in different directions as the moon peaks through the canopy. The woman is surrounded by hidden animals. I spot a few hidden tigers, a white bird on the top left, a person hidden in the shadows playing an instrument, a few monkeys in the trees and an elephant beyond the trees staring back at me. It was a paradise. So sure of herself, she sits there facing away from me as if she has nothing to lose. She sits unafraid of the world around her.

I can’t relate. I’ll never get my chance. I’ll never not be afraid. I continue to stare at her, trying to understand what she may have done differently. Maybe she kept going. Maybe she stopped caring. Or maybe someone gave her a chance. Whatever she did must’ve worked because she continues to sit as if she has nothing left to lose –

“Henri Rousseau’s The Dream,” I jump. Lyanna stands on my right, staring at the painting with a hand on her hip, “Most people hate this painting.”

“I don’t see why…”

“Eh… Everybody has their own opinions…” She approaches cautiously, “Do you feel any better?”

I nod. “S-sorry,” I look back to the painting, “I just needed a moment to myself.”

“Don’t apologize… I should’ve… I don’t know, been more mindful, I guess.” She sits down next to me. I can see her hesitate before she puts a hand on my shoulder, “Are you going to be okay?”

I don’t answer at first. I look back at the painting. The Dream she called it. Maybe, this was the woman’s dream. Maybe she is like me. Our chances will arise. She strives towards her peace with nature around her as I strive for success in the asphalt jungle. Just as she has nothing left to lose, I, too, have nothing to lose. We are the same.

“Yea… I think I will be.”

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tinyanimelover · 4 years

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My World

Requested by @kk2015! Hope you like it ^.^

[Ichigo Kurosaki ; #10: “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”]

Having grown up as the Kurosaki’s neighbor’s, it didn’t surprise their families that their two oldest became the best of friends, practically inseparable. They could constantly be seen together all the time, as mere kids who didn’t understand the difference between male and female, they’d follow each other to the bathroom until they were pulled aside by their parents who explained to them as gently as they could so as not to confuse them in any way. Despite the talk, the two were still close friends, even after Ichigo’s mother died and he sort of retreated into this small bubble, she was still there for him. She was there when he’d skip school, always knowing where he was at, silently offering him consolation since she didn’t know any other way to help him, let alone find the words to say. She felt it wasn't enough, just being there for him wasn't enough, she could tell there was this wall that was beginning to form around Ichigo and it was keeping those around him at bay, even his best friend. When he finally settled into his own skin and somewhat accepted his mother’s death, the wall was still there. She didn’t mind, knowing that there was nothing she could do about it besides continue to be there for him. As they grew older and she settled into herself, she realized she could see these ghosts too, like Ichigo. She kept it to herself of course, in fear that shed be ridiculed, but one day that all changed. Ichigo became a Substitute Soul Reaper and she finally found somewhere she belonged. In a world where ghosts and horrifying creatures was a normal occurrence, she felt like she had a place in the world now, not that Ichigo would allow her to help out whenever he fought hollows and such but it was still soothing for her to know that she wasn't crazy or alone. But his restless nights working to keep Karakura Town safe and going to school as well, was taking a toll on Ichigo. His mood seemed to brighten up with the summer festival coming up, but this time around, Y/n couldn't find a reason to be happy about the festival. Her father was ill and her family was struggling with the thought that he was going to die. She kept this to herself, not wanting to worry anyone and she’d even picked up a job to help pay for the hospital bills. “Are you going to the festival, Y/n?” Orihime asked with a bright grin as they sat in her living room “i cant wait to show off my yukata!”. “Hm? Oh..I’m not going this year” Y/n mustered up a smile “I have to work”. “There’s other days you can go to the festival” Tatsuki pointed out “You can go with us then”. “I don’t think so..my boss’s son has been sick so I’ve been working extra hard at the store and I’ve been stuck with more shifts too..sorry, Orihime-chan, Tatsuki-chan. Maybe next year” she grinned as she got to her feet “Ah, I should get going now, I have the opening shift tomorrow before school”. She waved to the two, “See ya tomorrow!”. Tatsuki sighed as she watched the door close behind Y/n, “..she’s been acting weird lately, don’t you think?”. “Y/n-chan?....yeah, I thought so too” Orihime admitted with a sad smile. Ichigo raised an eyebrow, “You..want me to ask her why she’s been acting differently?”. “You've noticed it too, haven’t you?” Tatsuki asked with arms crossed “She’s hiding something and..I think she needs help but won’t ask for it”. Ichigo sighed, unable to hide his concern. He could tell something was bothering the girl but felt he should wait until she spoke to him about it rather than be invasive. “..I’m sure she’s fine. I’ll stop by her place later and see how’s she’s doing” he assured. He was relieved when he ran into her on the way home, grinning as he caught up to her. But his grin faltered when he saw her eyes were red and puffy despite trying to smile. “What’s up ichigo?” she asked, avoiding his gaze. His eyes were a bit wide “..w..were you crying?” he asked, gently grabbing her shoulders as his eyes narrowed “What happened?”. She let laughs bubble from her lips, gingerly taking his hands off of her “Nothing..long day at work, that’s all”. He stared at her, obviously not believing her lie “..we’re best friends aren’t we?..you can tell me anything, Y/n-chan..”. She hesitated, sighing deeply as she turned around “I..it’s really nothing, Ichigo. I’m fine” she smiled “Promise”. He sighed after a moment, “..if you say so..are you going to the festival?”. She shook her head as they walked beside each other “Nope. I have to work extra shifts. You going?”. He shoved his hands into his pockets “..probably not. if you’re not going then neither am I”. She raised an eyebrow, ‘Why would it matter if I went or not? Besides, I think Orihime would be sad if you didn't go. She likes you, you know~”. “Inoue’s just my friend” he shook his head, “I..like someone else anyways”. She looked away, trying to hide her sorrow over hearing that “I see..well, I’ll see you tomorrow then! Bye Ichigo!” she grinned and waved. “Y/n-chan!” he called after her “If you change your mind and want to talk, just give me a call!”. She kept waving her hand as she walked away, “Nothings wrong, Ichigo~”.

The next couple of days seemed to go by just fine, she still wouldn't tell Ichigo what was wrong but he was a patient man, wanting her to talk when she was ready. He’d finally gathered the courage to ask her to the festival, but that day Y/n didn’t show up for school. He figured it was the late night shifts at work and she overslept, but she missed the next day as well. And the next. He was worried at this point, “Kurosaki-kun..” Orihime choked out as she entered the classroom “Kurosaki-kun...it’s Y/n-chan..”. He shot up from his chair, wide eyed “W-what’s wrong?”. “Her father’s in the hospital” Tatsuki said with a grim expression as she followed behind Orihime “..he’s been sick for awhile apparently”. It all clicked together and suddenly he felt like shit, for not pressing her harder the last time he saw, the first thing he did after school was go straight to her house. She was in the backyard on the swings they grew up on, sniffling as she cried. “..Y/n-chan..” he let out softly as he approached her. She kept her head hung low as she wiped her eyes, “Guess you heard..”. “Why didn’t you tell me? I’m your best friend..so why did you keep it to yourself?” he asked, eyes filled with concern “You didn't have to go through that alone, Y/n-chan..”. She let out a sob, “I..didn’t want to worry anyone. Especially you, Ichigo..”. He sighed softly as he brought her into his arms, holding her tightly “Y/n-chan..you mean the world to me. I’d do anything to make you happy..you should've told me, I could've been there for you”. “It..hurts” she choked out as she cried “I want him to be okay, Ichigo..I want him to be okay.”. He gently rubbed her back in circles as he held her, “I know..”. His own eyes grew watery as he knew the pain she was going through all too well, “I-I know..”. “I wanted to tell you so many times” she sobbed “But you seemed busy and..I was so alone...I had to work to help my mom pay the hospital fees..I’m so tired..”. He held her tighter, burying his face in her hair “It’s okay, it’ll all be okay Y/n-chan. I’m here for you, always..so..don’t keep hiding things from me. Alright? I..I care for you..a lot..”. “..thank you Ichigo” she let out in a muffled voice “I really needed a shoulder to cry on and I’m sorry for making you guys worry”. He shut his eyes, unsure if she caught onto his hint or not so he just held her, “..yeah..anytime”.

His hints after that weren’t missed by said girl, but with so much on her plate, she wondered if Ichigo actually liked her or if he just felt bad for her. So she decided to confront him as they walked home after visiting her father. “You alright?” he asked with a raised eyebrow ‘You’ve been quiet since we left the hospital”. “..Ichigo..do you remember when you found out about my dad? You came to see me..” she recalled with a faint frown. “Yeah, i remember” he let out a bit confused. It’s not like he could easily forget that night anyways, he’d subtly confessed to her after all. She stopped walking and let out a breath, D-do you remember what you said to me?”. ”Yeah” he said in a softer tone “..that everything would be okay”. She shook her head, trying to contain her embarrassment “No.a-after that”. His eyes widened slightly as he scratched the back of his neck in attempt to fend off the blush that threatened to crawl onto his cheeks, “W-when I said i..cared about you..a lot..”. She nodded, “..did you mean what you said that night? Or..did you say that because you felt bad for me..?”. His eyes shot open, “N-no! Of course not! I really do like you Y/n-chan..I always have ever since we were younger” he blurted out as he reached a hand out to her “I just couldn't tell you because of..well, the soul reaper stuff and i wasn't sure you’d feel the same. But after what’s going on with your dad, I want to be there for you Y/n-chan. I want to be the shoulder you lean on, I want to be the person you confide in..I want to be..your everything..”. She stared up at him with blurry eyes as the tears fell “..you mean it? because..I could really use someone right now..I’ve liked you for a long time too Ichigo..but i don’t want you to be with me because you feel bad”. He smiled, bringing his hands to her cheeks “Y/n-chan..I’ve liked you for a long time..at this point, I think i can say this without nay problems--”. She furrowed her eyebrows, “Say what?”. He grinned brightly, catching her off guard “I love you, Y/n-chan and I don’t want to live my life without you”.

#bleach #female reader insert #bleach one shots #ichigo kurosaki #ichigo kurosaki x reader #request #ichigo is quite popular #angst

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fantastic-bby · 4 years

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Strings

Pairing: Reader x Jaebeom

Word count: 9.7k (This is the LONGEST fic I’ve ever written and I feel like I momentarily lost my mind while writing this)

Genre: Fluff, romance, soulmate au

Summary: Jaebeom has been left with a black and white world since he has yet to find his soulmate. After years and years of searching, he’s disappointed that he is constantly left empty handed and without a spectrum. It’s only when someone moves into an apartment across from his that he decides to give a relationship another go. What he doesn’t know is that this particular girl can see the strings connecting soulmates...

Triggers: Mentions of death and grieving

A/n: I decided to try something new by adding alternative endings because I couldn’t make up my mind on whether I wanted this to end happy or sad. Therefore, I’ve given you, the readers, to choose which ending you want. I’m also still new at trying to put playlists together for my writing, so pls bear with me.

Playlist: Don’t Need Your Love - NCT Dream || Affection - Cigarettes After Sex || please lie to me - Crucial Star || Best Part - H.E.R || I Like Me Better - Lauv || Falling In Love - Cigarettes After Sex || FOOLS - Troye Sivan

Soulmate series: Mark - Inked || Jackson - Bubbles || Jinyoung - Masked || Youngjae - Drawings || BamBam - Footprints || Yugyeom - Pieces

Masterlist

They say that when you touch your soulmate for the very first time, you finally get to see your world in colour. You'll know it's your soulmate when they're the only splash of colour among the black and white scene. They say that when you touch their skin, your body will jolt and your skin will tingle as the world will slowly melt into colour.

Yet, after 26 years, Im Jaebeom was still stuck with a black and white world. He was sure his soulmate was still alive since he hadn’t experienced that heart shattering feeling that everyone says happens when their soulmates die nor was he able to suddenly see colours.

He had spent his entire life desperately looking for his spectrum. Whenever he was in crowds, he would scan the black and white crowd in hopes of finding that single person who would finally add colour to his bleak looking life.

"What's going on?" Jaebeom asked as he entered the living room of BamBam’s apartment to join the gathering Yugyeom had asked for in their group chat.

"I don't know. Gyeomie just asked everyone to be in the living room when he gets home." BamBam shrugged as he shared glances with his older members.

"10 000 won says he found his soulmate." Jackson chuckles as he turned to Jinyoung and extended his hand.

"10 000 if it’s anything else at all." Jinyoung smirked at him and shook his hand.

“I want in!” BamBam piped in excitedly. “I’m on Jinyoung hyung’s side.” He announced, laughing when Jackson pouted at him.

“Ssh!” Youngjae quickly hushed them when they heard the keypad to the front door beeping. They turned their attention to the front door as they anticipated the entrance of the youngest member. Yugyeom stepped into the doors and behind him was a girl that looked to be around his age.

Jinyoung and BamBam both let out respective groans while Jackson threw his arms up in the air and cheered victoriously. The defeated pair reached into the pockets of their pants to pull out their wallets grumpily.

“What’s going on?” Yugyeom asked, pure confusion painting his face.

“Jackson, Jinyoung and BamBam made a bet on what you wanted to tell us.” Youngjae chuckled as he saw how happy Jackson was to win money.

“Yeah, I haven’t said anything yet.” Yugyeom said slowly. Both Jinyoung and BamBam paused just as they were about to hand the notes to Jackson.

“You found your soulmate, right?” Jackson squinted his eyes at the younger male. Yugyeom pursed his lips and his hand went to the back of his neck as he scratched the skin,

“No, but I think I found someone else’s soulmate.” He said awkwardly as he stepped aside to let the girl walk forward to Mark who was silently standing behind all of them.

“WHAT?!” All of them except for Mark and Jaebeom exclaimed as they watched the way the girl approach Mark.

“How did you find her?” Mark asked softly as he looked up at Yugyeom.

“I bumped into her at the 7 11 in Hongdae and she said she saw you while we were having dinner but when she wanted to approach us, we left.” He smiled at Mark.

“Wait, so you brought a random girl to BamBam’s apartment at night without being completely sure whether or not she was telling the truth?” Jaebeom asked with wide eyes. “Yugyeom, what if she wasn’t telling the truth and she was a sasaeng?” He scolded him.

Yugyeom let out a forced laugh, “Yeah, I wasn’t thinking about that.” He hung his head sheepishly, “But we’re lucky she is. I mean, look at them.” He gestured to the way Mark was softly speaking to the girl, wearing the widest smile they had ever seen.

“So, you haven’t found your soulmate yet?” BamBam asked. Yugyeom nodded at him and BamBam threw his arms in the air, letting out a loud whoop. “Jackson hyung, you lost!” He teased Jackson who begrudgingly reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

“Sorry you haven’t found your soulmate yet, Gyeomie.” Jinyoung apologised while chuckling.

“It’s fine. I’m fine with waiting for the time that I do.” Yugyeom shrugged. “It’ll come eventually. I just have to be patient.” He gave his hyung a toothy smile, making them smile as they patted him on the back. Jaebeom was the only one who was standing behind them as they expressed their pride for Yugyeom in acting so mature. He was watching the way Mark and his soulmate were interacting with a sour taste filling his mouth.

Jaebeom didn’t want to feel this way. He was happy that one of his closest friends had finally found their soulmate, but he felt sad. Among the seven of them, Jaebeom and Yugyeom were the only ones left who hadn’t found their soulmates. Seeing the way Yugyeom felt about finding his soulmate made Jaebeom feel silly, childish even, for being so impatient that he hadn’t found his soulmate.

“You okay?” Youngjae placed a hand on Jaebeom’s shoulder when he noticed him zoning out. Jaebeom turned to him and stared at him blankly for a moment before quickly nodding,

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired.” He forced a smile, “I’m going to head home first. I think I spent too much time in the studio this week.” He muttered as he bid goodnight to his friends and left the apartment. He let out a sigh as he began walking towards the lift. He unlocked his phone and opened a picture Jinyoung had sent him.

The last time they went to the beach, Jinyoung had taken a candid of Jaebeom standing along the shoreline. He said the water was blue and the sand was ivory. Jaebeom tried to imagine it but he couldn’t. Not when all he knew was black and white.

Jaebeom’s walk back to his apartment was silent as he let himself get immersed in his thoughts. He remembered the girlfriends in his life that - at first - said that they didn’t care about finding their soulmates, but they ended up leaving him when they did. His heart ached. He felt so lonely. He gave up dating girls after the third one left him for their soulmate.

Since then, he had been desperately trying to find his own soulmate. But even then, his hope was dwindling. He was losing faith that he would ever find them. Maybe he would end up being one of those lost souls who never found their mate. Maybe he would end up spending his entire life in black and white, only to die to be reborn where he would have to begin his search once again.

Jaebeom stopped outside of his apartment and stared at the gray building. He let out a sigh as he turned around and decided that he needed a longer walk to clear his mind. A soft breeze blew past him as he stood at the bridge, looking out as the moon reflected on the water. The moon was the only thing he was sure he knew the colour of. It was white.

He craned his neck up and stared at the moon, letting out a soft sigh. “I’ll find them, right?” He whispered out to the moon. He let out another sigh as he bent down and leaned his chin on where his hands were resting on the rails of the bridge, letting the sound of the river gently flowing fill his ears to calm his racing thoughts.

“Jaebeom hyung?” A familiar voice made him turn around to see Hyunjin staring at him from the edge of the bridge. Jaebeom immediately stood straighter, not wanting to show any kind of sensitivity to his junior.

“Hyunjin, what are you doing here so late?” Jaebeom asked when Hyunjin approached him.

“I needed to clear my thoughts.” The younger male shrugged as he rested his hands on the railing and looked out at the river.

“Are you okay?” He asked, slightly worried for Hyunjin.

“Yeah,” He nodded, but the way his voice faltered slightly was not convincing anyone. Jaebeom placed a comforting hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder. The action caused Hyunjin to break down, completely surprising Jaebeom.

“Woah! What’s wrong?” He questioned, panic lacing his voice as he rubs the younger male’s back comfortingly.

“H-Hyung,” Hyunjin sobbed out as he turned and hugged his senior. Jaebeom wrapped his arms around him hesitantly and did the best he could to comfort him.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He spoke gently, not wanting to make him feel any worse than he already did. It took a while but when Hyunjin finally caught his breath and calmed down, Jaebeom couldn’t help but wonder what made him this distressed. “What happened?” He asked as he pulled away slightly to look at him.

“M-My s-s-soulmate, I-I think th-they’re d-d-dead.” He hiccuped as he avoided looking at Jaebeom in the eyes, embarrassed for breaking down in front of his senior. Jaebeom’s eyes widened instead, he couldn’t imagine how that must feel like.

“What makes you say that?” He asked as he gently rubbed Hyunjin’s shoulders to calm him down.

“T-The colours.” Hyunjin muttered out as he tried to hold back his tears. “I can see c-colours.” His lip trembled and he broke down into sobs once again. Jaebeom pulled Hyunjin back into his arms and hushed him softly,

“It’s okay, Hyunjin-ah.” He spoke softly. He felt terrible for his junior. “Are you sure you didn’t accidentally bump into them without noticing?” Jaebeom asked, well aware of how impossible that would be.

“I was in my dorm and suddenly my chest started hurting and colours started to blend into my sight.” He muttered out, sniffling as he kept his face on Jaebeom’s shoulder. The older idol let his junior stay in his arms for a bit longer. Even though he was unable to imagine the pain of losing a soulmate, he knew the pain of not meeting them.

“How about,” Jaebeom pulled away to look at Hyunjin in the eyes, “We grab something to eat. Maybe it’ll make you feel better.” He suggested. The Stray Kids member nodded and wiped his tears with the back of his hand as Jaebeom led the way to a nearby stall.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.” Hyunjin mumbled out shamefully as he trailed behind him.

“It’s okay, Hyunjin. We're people. It's not wrong to feel sad.” Jaebeom glanced over his shoulder to flash a comforting smile to him. Hyunjin could feel his spirits lifting slightly at the words of his senior.

"Thanks, hyung." He smiled slightly as he caught up with Jaebeom so that he was walking beside him. “So, you can see colour now?” He questioned.

“Yeah,” He let out a sigh and pursed his lips, “I can see colours, but I don't see it as a good thing. My soulmate’s dead.” He looked ahead blankly, “And everything is worse now.” Jaebeom bit his lip as he turned to look at him. His brown eyes were empty, bloodshot and staring at nothing as they walked. “Your soulmate’s still alive, right?” Hyunjin turned to Jaebeom who nodded slowly,

“I haven’t met them yet, but they’re still alive.” He answered. Hyunjin nodded at that,

“Do you think you’ll ever meet them?” He questioned softly. His voice was so soft, if Jaebeom hadn’t had his full attention on him, he wouldn’t have heard him.

“I don’t know, Hyunjin.” Jaebeom sighs, “I hope I will, but sometimes I just feel like I’ll never meet them.” He paused for a moment and sucked a breath in through his teeth, “Sorry.” He felt his brain start to fill with panic from the slip.

“It’s okay, hyung.” Hyunjin chuckled, “I guess there’s a silver lining to this. Colour’s nice to look at.” He hummed out, doing his best to not sulk over it.

“What does colour look like?” He asked, causing Hyunjin to turn to him before looking forward at the buildings in front of them.

“Interesting. It’s a bit overwhelming, but right now everything is overwhelming.” The chuckle that left his lips was sad, making Jaebeom purse his lips as he turned back ahead and led Hyunjin into a small stall that was still open in the late hour. They sat down, ordered their food and the waitress returned with two shot glasses and a bottle of soju.

“You can drink your feelings away, I’ll walk you back to your dorm if you get drunk.” Jaebeom joked as he poured Hyunjin a glass.

“I would rather not embarrass myself in front of my senior.” Hyunjin shook his head with a laugh leaving his lips. “I can handle my alcohol quite well, so I won’t get drunk this evening.” He smiled as their food arrived.

Oh, was he so wrong.

Jaebeom had his arm around Hyunjin’s shoulders to steady the stumbling boy, carefully guiding him back to his dorm.

“Aish, you said you wouldn’t get drunk.” Jaebeom mused as he did the best he could.

“Hyuuuuuuung,” Hyunjin giggled out with a slur, “Don’t be sad that you haven’t met them.” He mumbled out as he leaned against the walls of the dorm building. Jaebeom stared at him speechlessly. “I’m never going to meet mine but it’s okay. You still have a chance at meeting yours.” His eyes were starting to droop and his body slumped over, quickly causing his senior to scramble to stop him from falling over.

Jaebeom knocked on the front door, hearing footsteps approaching after a moment before the door opened to reveal a disheveled and tired looking Bang Chan. The younger leader’s eyes widened when he saw Hyunjin leaning on Jaebeom,

“Is this about the soulmate?” He asked as he carefully took Hyunjin from his arms. Jaebeom nodded with a sigh,

“He got drunk. Take care of him and make sure he drinks plenty of water. He’s going through a rough time.” He watched as Chan steadied Hyunjin with an arm around his shoulders,

“Okay, thanks, JB hyung.” He nodded at Jaebeom before closing the door. “MINHO! HELP ME!” The muffled yell of Chan came through the door and startled Jaebeom, causing him to jump slightly.

He waited for a moment, chuckling slightly when he heard the chaos that was starting to wreak their dorms; thuds and what sounded like a lot of stumbling, tripping and multiple items falling to the ground.

The walk back to Jaebeom’s apartment was quiet even with the music that was filling his ears from his headphones. It was well past midnight and his mind was still disturbed. Hyunjin’s words stuck with him.

Don’t be sad you haven't met them.

He bit his lip as he thought about it, further disrupting his mind. Was he being too immature about it? No, he was just worried he would never meet them, right? Jaebeom stopped outside his apartment building. He had nowhere else to go, might as well step inside now.

He tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter and took his jacket off, slipping it onto the coat rack and made his way through his quiet apartment. He stepped into his bedroom and stared at the computer on his desk, the glow from his screen saver of a picture of him and his friends illuminating the wooden desk. Turning on the lights, he moved over to sit at his desk and let out a deep sigh.

The picture on his desk was staring back at him almost mockingly. It’s like purple with some blue and pink. It’s nice to look at. The words that Youngjae had used to describe the picture echoed in his head.

Jaebeom got it as a gift from one of his cousins who had met their soulmate really early into their life and decided they wanted to become a painter. The colours to him were the same colours he had become too close to; black and white.

He had no spectrum.

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Jaebeom awoke to one of his cats licking his nose. His eyes groggily opened to see Cake staring at him, her tail and ears perking up when she finally got him to wake up. He let out a chuckle when she started to snuggle against him, letting out a few meows when she bumped her head against his hand.

He sat up only to realise that all five of his cats were on his bed with their eyes on him.

“Woah, what’s wrong?” He questioned them, knowing that they’d only gather in his room for his comfort when something was different. He glanced over at the clock sitting on his bedside table. 9:21. He pulled the covers off of himself before sliding out of bed when he heard quite a loud sound coming from the hallways outside of his apartment.

Without much care that he was still in his pajamas, he made his way to his front door with Kunta and Odd following him as he took a peek to the outside. The pile of boxes in the hallway and the sight of a lone girl carrying the boxes on his own made him step out, being careful not to let his cats out.

“You need any help?” He asked the girl when she stepped back out of the apartment, jumping slightly when she saw him.

“Oh, yes please. My flatmate had to fly out to her hometown, leaving me to carry all of our stuff on our own.” She let out a relieved sigh at the offer but when she saw his outfit, she immediately felt guilty. “Were you sleeping? I’m so sorry, it’s hard to move these boxes around quietly.” She sheepishly apologised but Jaebeom simply smiled at her,

“It’s okay. I’ve been sleeping in a lot lately anyway.” He reassured her and picked up one of the boxes. The two proceeded to move the boxes into the previously empty apartment and Jaebeom learned that the girls moving in were college roommates that decided to move in together when (Y/n) had graduated. He also learned that the girl that was unfortunately left to move in their stuff on her own - (Y/n) - was a dance major.

“I haven’t thanked you yet, so here’s a drink as a thank you.” (Y/n) handed him a glass of lemonade. They were pretty much done with just one more box sitting in the living room, ready to be unpacked.

“Thanks.” Jaebeom smiled as he wiped the sweat forming on his forehead with the back of his hand, “So, when’s your friend coming back?” He asked after taking a few sips from the refreshing drink.

“I’m actually not sure.” She shrugged, “She said something happened back home and even she doesn’t know when she’ll come back.” She sighed as she sipped on her own glass. He nodded at that. They stood together in silence as (Y/n) was admiring her new home.

“What’s her name?” He asked after a moment.

“Haneul.” She hummed out, her attention still to the now decorated apartment. “We’re moving in together because I’m scared of living alone and I miss living with her.” She chuckled out, taking another sip from her glass as she turned herself to face Jaebeom. “Do you have any flatmates?” She questioned.

“No,” He shook his head, “I do have five cats, though. They keep me company.” He chuckled. “All of my friends have their own apartments and they’re allergic to cat fur, so I guess it’s fitting.” He shrugged.

“Five cats?” (Y/n) let out a snort, “You’re one man.” She pointed out.

“Yeah, they’re assholes sometimes but that’s how cats are like.” He joked. “They do dumb shit, but I love them nonetheless. They’re like my children.” He chuckled as he put the now empty glass onto the kitchen peninsula.

“What are their names?” She questioned as she put her glass on the counter.

“Nora, Kunta, Odd, Cake and Baire.” He hummed out.

“What colours are they?” She asked. Jaebeom stood still as he stared into the living room, the familiar loneliness that had previously disappeared started to fill his mind.

“I can’t see colours yet.” He muttered out, “Haven’t found my soulmate yet.” The vibe in the room had immediately made a 180 flip, (Y/n) afraid that she had accidentally offended her new neighbour.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that.” She apologised softly but Jaebeom shook his head,

“It’s fine. Most of the people our age have already found their soulmates. I’m just one of the unfortunate few that haven’t.” He turned to her with the corner of his lip lifting slightly to give her a half smile. “Have you met yours yet?” He asked.

“Nope, and I never will.” She let out a soft sigh. “I started seeing colours when I was a child and I remember crying for months because of how much it hurt.”

“I’m sorry about that.” Jaebeom let out a sigh as well. “I guess we’re a pair of losers without soulmates.” He joked, enticing a chuckle out of her,

“I guess.” (Y/n) leaned over the counter before turning up to look at him, “Are you actively searching for them?” She questioned. Her tone of voice was suggesting something that Jaebeom had already experienced. Something too familiar.

“If you’re thinking that way, how about I pick you up tomorrow at 11?” He turned to face his entire body to her. He had to admit, she was a beautiful woman and they had just spent the entire morning moving stuff around without once feeling uncomfortable or awkward. He was sure this time would be different since there was a guarantee she wouldn’t leave him for her soulmate.

“Again, I’m sorry I disturbed your slumber with how loud I was being.” She apologised as she walked him out into the hallway.

“It’s seriously no problem. My cats actually woke me up, but I think it’s a good thing.” He waved his hand at her with a smile on his face.

“Thank you for the help, Jaebeom.” She smiled as she leaned against her doorway.

“No problem, (Y/n).” He stood in the hallway, only now taking in her beauty as she stood in just a simple tank top and a pair of leggings. (Y/n) was taking in his natural beauty as well. This man was standing in an oversized t shirt and a pair of baggy shorts yet he was still among the most handsome men she had ever laid her eyes upon.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, neighbour.” She giggled as she took a step backwards into her home.

“Yeah,” Jaebeom nodded and waved at her as she closed her front door. He smiled to himself as he made his way into his apartment only a few doors down from hers and stepped in, Odd greeting him as he did. Nora sat on the cat tower in the living room, immediately sitting up at the arrival of her owner.

The loud meow coming from the kitchen brought Jaebeom’s attention to an annoyed looking Cake and Baire sitting in front of their empty food bowls.

“Oh, right.” It was way past breakfast time for the cats and he had accidentally forgotten since he had spent the morning with (Y/n) instead. He quickly filled the food bowls, all of the cats gathering in his kitchen to enjoy their late breakfast as he headed into the bathroom for a much needed shower.

Jaebeom went by his day with his usual routine whenever he wasn't in the studio or practicing; have lunch, spend time composing on his computer, take a nap with at least two of his cats, compose on his keyboard, cuddle with Nora, have dinner, cuddle with all of his cats and shake his head at the daily meme Yugyeom or BamBam would send to their group chat.

Jaebeom stood outside of (Y/n)’s apartment the next morning, anticipating his date with her. He was surprised when the door opened right as he was about to knock and his jaw went slack when he saw her dressed in a simple crop top and a pair of black denim shorts.

(Y/n) lets out a giggle as she steps out of her apartment, "Close your mouth before something flies in." Jaebeom quickly closed his mouth, a blush making its way onto his face.

"S-Shall we?" He cleared his throat and bent his arm for her which she gladly linked her arm around his.

That day spent together was one of the best Jaebeom had had. He was happy around her; comfortable. (Y/n) couldn't help but smile the entire time, her eyes glinting with joy every time he cracked a bad joke.

One thing she had that he didn't was the ability to see the strings. (Y/n) could see the strings attaching each others souls and it was up to her to bring lone souls to their other halves.

That was exactly what she was going to do with Jaebeom.

She just couldn't let him know what she could see. He would either freak out or pressure her and she couldn't have that.

"Are you okay?" Jaebeom asked when he noticed that (Y/n) had long been zoned out.

"Huh?" She turned to him slowly before quickly nodding, "Oh yeah, just thinking about work." She hummed out. She could see his string but she couldn't see who it was attached to.

»»————-　　————-««

“Goodnight.” Jaebeom hummed out as they stood outside (Y/n)’s apartment. Five months had gone by pretty quickly, Haneul still nowhere to be found and the relationship between (Y/n) and Jaebeom blossoming into something more beautiful than she had actually hoped for.

“Goodnight, Jaebeom.” She smiled, waving at him as she let herself into the apartment. She looked down at the polaroid picture in her hands of the two together, smiling like an idiot at the way Jaebeom forced a sloppy kiss onto her cheeks just as Jinyoung snapped the photo.

Her attention from the photo averted when she saw a red string floating around the apartment and leading into Haneul’s room.

“Eonnie?” She called out to what she thought was an empty apartment. The bedroom door flung open and her roommate immediately threw her arms around (Y/n).

“(Y/n)!” She happily squealed out as she hugged her tightly, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry I was gone for so long.” She quickly apologised when she pulled away.

“What happened? I thought you weren’t supposed to be home for another few months.” (Y/n) questioned as she looked at her. She was shocked but she was still happy nonetheless. She could once again live with her best friend in the apartment they wanted to fill with memories.

“My mum forced me out of Jeju. I’m not even exaggerating. She bought me the train ticket and said I had nothing else to worry about and that my aunt was okay.” Haneul giggled as she sat herself on the chair that was behind the kitchen counter.

“She kicked you out?” (Y/n) snorted as she opened their fridge, “Sounds about right. You keep getting kicked out of places.” She joked, placing a bottle of Cass in front of her and opening one for herself.

“Yeah, I do.” Haneul chuckles, taking a swig from the bottle of beer. “Where were you? You don’t usually go out this late.” She asked, gesturing to the clock hanging from the kitchen wall.

(Y/n) turned to the clock, only now realising that it was almost midnight. She had spent the whole day with Jaebeom, she hadn’t even realised that they just spent most of their time in his studio with Jinyoung.

“I was with a friend.” She hummed out as she took a swig from her bottle.

“A guy friend?” She cocked an eyebrow suggestively. “Who is he? You haven’t had a guy friend in a while.” She giggled.

“He’s…” (Y/n) trailed off as she turned away from her roommate and leaned against the counter, “Someone I’m trying to help find his soulmate.” She sighed out. Haneul furrowed her brows at that and she stood up, rounding the counter so that she could stand beside (Y/n).

“You’re still doing that?” She questioned, a hint of anger in her voice. “(Y/n), you actually end up liking these people. Doesn’t it ever get tiring, you know, mentally?” She raised a brow as she looked at her.

“Sometimes, but I feel like it’s worth it.” (Y/n) shrugged, bringing the bottle to her lips to take a slightly bigger swig. “It’s redeeming, I guess. I’ll never get to meet my soulmate in this lifetime. Might as well help other people meet theirs so they don’t end up like me.” She bit the inside of her cheek as she thought about it. “But, falling in love with him is inevitable.” She let out a sigh.

“He’s just that perfect?” Haneul questioned softly.

“He’s just that perfect.” (Y/n) nodded sadly. “He’s everything that I feel like my soulmate could’ve been.” She stared at the tiled wall of the kitchen, “But his soul belongs to someone else and I can’t do anything about that.” She muttered out. Her roommate watched her sadly.

(Y/n) had this strange need in wanting to help everyone around her even if it cost her something important. That something important was always her partners when she managed to find their soulmates and gave them up so they could be together.

“You need to stop doing that. It worries me.” She shook her head as she put her hand on (Y/n)’s shoulder, “You deserve someone who makes you happy. Not someone who you’ll let leave eventually. You’ll never be able to be happy with someone when you keep giving your partners away.” She stated.

Of course Haneul was slightly angry about this. She hated seeing (Y/n) suffer from the breakup when she connects two souls. “Don’t you remember Chan? You dated him for five years in high school and when you found his soulmate, you cried for a whole year.” She brought back the bitter memory, trying to convince (Y/n) otherwise.

“Don’t bring that up.” She snapped, “Chan is a whole different story. We were in high school. I was dumb enough to love him that much.” She threw Haneul a look, “Ever since Chan, I learned how to not fall in love as hard. It’s easier now.”

Haneul frowns, “You’re already liking this new guy a lot. I can see it. Just let yourself be happy for once and forget his soulmate.” She shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest, her brown hair starting to slowly fall out of the messy bun she had tied, “I don’t want you to look for his soulmate this time. I want you to be in an actual relationship.”

“Eonnieeeeee-” (Y/n) whined but was quickly cut off.

“No, I’m not letting you.” She shook her head yet again. “I want you to be happy with this guy. Now,” She pulled the half empty bottle of alcohol out of (Y/n)’s hand, “Go sleep. I’ll finish these bottles because I haven’t drank in a while. In the morning, I want you to go see your new friend and spend time with him properly.” She clapped her hands onto her shoulders and started guiding her into her bedroom.

“Eonnie, it’s unrealistic. Even if I don’t find his soulmate, he’ll probably find them on his own.” (Y/n) stubbornly retaliated but still didn’t really put up much of a fight as she was guided into her room.

“I don’t care. I don’t want you to look for them for him.” She sternly said after she had pushed her into the room.

“I-”

“Bup bup!” Haneul raised her hand to cut her off, “Relationship time. No soulmate hunting. Relationship.” (Y/n) let out a sigh before nodding,

“Okay. I won’t look for his soulmate.” She finally gave in. “Goodnight, Haneul eonnie.” She hummed as Haneul finally started to make her way to her bedroom, both bottles of beer held in between her fingers.

“Goodnight, (Y/n).” She waved at her as she stepped into her own bedroom.

“Don’t get too drunk!” (Y/n) advised as she watched her immediately start chugging one of the bottles as she closed the door. She let out a chuckle before closing her door and plopped herself onto her bed. The buzz of her phone that came from her purse made her turn over onto her stomach to look at the message.

JayBeee (ᵔᴥᵔ):

Made a tune while I was thinking about today~ Hope you like it c:

An audio file was attached to it which (Y/n) played. Her heart fluttered when she heard the soft, comforting tune that he had played onto his keyboard.

Jaebeom waited at his desk for (Y/n)’s response, his foot bouncing nervously as he leaned back in his chair. Was it too cheesy that he told her he technically wrote a small tune for her?

He stared at his phone as it sat beside his keyboard, anxiously waiting when it buzzed. He immediately picked up his phone and started smiling like an idiot when he saw her reply.

(Y/n) ｡◕‿◕｡:

It’s so cute (~˘▾˘)~ You’re so talented, Jae!!

Maybe, just maybe, this time (Y/n) could actually let herself fall in love once again. Maybe, this time she could forget that souls are bound and that hopefully, he wouldn’t leave her for his own soulmate.

»»————-　　————-««

“So, what are we doing today?” (Y/n) hums out as she sticks the spoon of ice cream into her mouth, her eyes sending a puzzling look to Jaebeom. He had invited her out without much of a plan and they had spontaneously gotten ice cream and sat themselves on the park bench, the buzz of the park filling their systems as they sat together.

Despite the low temperature, (Y/n) still craved the cold dessert and Jaebeom just followed because the moment he saw her ice cream cup, he wanted some too. Christmas had just passed, the park still scattered with various Christmas decorations as they sat together on the cold park bench.

“Anything.” He shrugged, licking his own ice cream, a black mask pulled down to his neck so he could eat. “I just like spending time with you.” His hum made (Y/n) freeze, a blush creeping onto her face as she stared at him with wide eyes. He shot her a cheeky smile, his free hand reaching up to cup her face. Unexpectedly, he pinched her cheek instead, “Aigoooo, you’re so cute when you’re flustered.” He teased.

“Aish.” (Y/n) pulled away from him and adjusted herself so that she could hide her face in her hair. She couldn’t hide her smile though. She took Haneul’s words into thought and for once, decided that maybe she should really give this a chance. She ignored the red string that led out of his chest and felt lighter when she let herself fall for him.

“You’re cute.” Jaebeom chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to pull her towards him.

“Stoooppp.” She whined out when he continued to tease her by shaking her shoulders.

“You’re so cute!” He giggled, squeezing her form against his.

“Jaebeomieeee, stooop.” (Y/n) continued to whine, feeling more embarrassed for him than for herself.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” He smiled widely as he finally stopped his teasing torture on her. “I’m sorry. Every time I see you, I just wanna pinch your cheeks and squeeze you.” He joked as he leaned back onto the bench. (Y/n) shot him a pout, the blush never disappearing as she looked at him.

“You’re cute too.” She muttered out. Jaebeom turned to her with a questioning look. “I said you’re cute too. I like your face.” She smiled as she ran a hand through his long hair and ruffled it. He scrunched his nose at her and couldn’t fight the smile that made its way onto his face.

“What else do you like about me?” He asked as he sat up straighter.

“Hmmm,” She pretended to take a while to think about it, causing him to nudge her lightly. “A lot.” She giggled, “I like your face a lot. I like your hair even though it keeps getting longer every time we go on dates or hang out. I also like your voice when you sing. It’s really soothing.” She smiled when she saw his cheeks start to redden. “You’re cute when you blush.” She teased, poking his sides lightly and laughed when he flinched.

They let the silence between them settle as they watched a man play with his dog. Wait, not just any man. The man turned to the two and his face lit up.

“Jaebeom hyung!” Youngjae called out when he saw them. Jaebeom waved at him excitedly as Youngjae ran over, Coco following behind him. To (Y/n), Youngjae’s string was blue. He’s found his soulmate. She thought as she watched him jog over with his dog following behind him.

“Are you here alone?” He asked when his younger friend approached them.

“Mark hyung is somewhere here.” Youngjae scratched his head as he looked around to park to see if he could see Mark. “He was doing some tricking but he disappeared when I threw Coco’s frisbee a bit far.” He muttered out before turning to them. “I don’t think we’ve met yet, I’m Youngjae.” He smiled as he bowed to (Y/n).

“I’m (Y/n).” She stood up and returned to bow.

“Oh!” His eyes lit up, “You must be the (Y/n) Jaebeom hyung talks about all the time.” He chuckled when Jaebeom shot him a look. (Y/n) turned to Jaebeom who quickly softened his expression when she did so.

“Jaebeomie talks about me a lot?” She smirked at him as his cheeks deeply reddened.

“All the time!” Youngjae nodded, giddy that he could embarrass his hyung in front of the girl he wouldn’t stop talking about for the past few months.

“Really?” She turned back to Youngjae with a cheeky grin etched onto her face. “What does he say about me?” She asked. Jaebeom aggressively shook his head at Youngjae, pleading him to not embarrass him in front of her.

“He hasn’t stopped talking about you ever since he helped you move in. He always talks about this really cute girl who lives across from him and whenever you post on your Instagram he does this:” Youngjae mimicked the way Jaebeom would dance around excitedly. “Then he’ll show us the picture and say ‘look at her! She’s so cute, right?’”

“Okay! That’s enough!” Jaebeom stood up and pulled (Y/n) gently so she would be behind him, “Youngjae, please stop.” He pleaded softly. Youngjae nodded, finally letting up,

“Okay, hyung. I’ll stop.” He giggled. Jaebeom let out a relieved sigh and turned around to see that (Y/n) was no longer behind him.

“Huh, where’d she go?” He questioned as he looked around the park. Youngjae looked around as well,

“Where’s Coco?” He questioned as well. “Did your girlfriend steal my dog?” He asked with bewildered eyes.

“I don’t think she did and she’s not my girlfriend.” He shook his head as they continued to search the park.

“Coco?” Youngjae called out, panic starting to fill him.

“Wait, over there.” Jaebeom pointed to where Mark was talking to (Y/n), Coco’s leash in her hand.

“Oh my god, she did steal my dog!” Youngjae exclaimed as the two quickly made their way over to where she was.

“(Y/n), did you try and steal Coco?” Jaebeom asked her. She turned to him and her eyes widened at his accusation, quickly shaking her head,

“She was getting restless since Youngjae was talking to you. So, I took her around for a bit and bumped into Mark-ssi.” She gestured to the older man who was crouched on the ground and giving Coco a belly rub. Mark’s string was blue as well.

“I found her while she was running around with Coco.” Mark stated without turning his attention away from the white ball of fluff. “I thought it was weird that she was with a stranger, but (Y/n)-ssi told me she was Jaebeom’s friend.” He stood up, Coco giving him a sad look when he did. “Then I realised she was the girl Jaebeom talks about all the time.” He bit his lip as he gave Jaebeom a mischievous smile.

“Okay, (Y/n)-ie, let’s go.” Jaebeom huffed out as he held onto her forearm and pulled her away from his friends out of fear of being embarrassed any further.

“Your friends seem nice.” (Y/n) giggled as she waved to Youngjae and Mark.

“Did they tell you anything?” Jaebeom muttered out once they were quite a distance from the two.

“Mark-ssi just told me exactly what Youngjae-ssi told me.” She giggled once more, nudging his shoulder teasingly. “So, you’ve been talking about me a lot and going,” She copied the dance Youngjae had done before, making Jaebeom cover his face in embarrassment.

She linked her arm with his, pulling his hand away from his face and started walking with him. “It’s okay, I think it’s flattering.” She reassured him, smiling at the way he was avoiding her gaze by keeping his face turned away from her.

“It’s embarrassing.” He muttered out as he pulled his mask back up over the lower half of his face, still avoiding eye contact with her. She tugged on his arm to the side.

“Jaebeomie, look at me.” He ignored her request and still avoided her eyes. She looked around, making sure there were no wandering eyes before pulling his mask down. Before he could even ask what she was doing she had pulled his face down and pressed his lips to hers.

His eyes widened, his brain not having enough time to process what was happening even after she pulled away. Jaebeom stared at her in shock, his face unbelievably red. (Y/n) still had her hands cupping his face before pulling them away quickly.

“S-Sorry, was that too sudden?” She asked, scared that she had taken it a step too far.

“I-I. N-no, I’m just. I-I d-didn’t expect that.” He stuttered out as he continued to stare at her with the widest eyes in the world.

“You weren’t looking at me. What else was I supposed to do?” She muttered out as she looked away from him, soft pout on her lips. His eyes moved to her lips and he was unable to stop himself when he leaned down to kiss her once again. His kiss knocked the wind out of (Y/n).

She wasn’t expecting him to kiss her again, the feeling of his soft lips molding against her own left her completely breathless when he pulled away and she looked up at him with her lips parted.

“Be my girlfriend.” Jaebeom blurted out. He felt like he had no control over his body and mind anymore.

“O-Okay.” (Y/n) nodded, still in a blur from the kiss.

“Really?” He questioned, unsure whether she was just saying it from being flustered or if she was really accepting. She nodded once again, more confidently this time.

“I’ll be your girlfriend.” Jaebeom nodded his head for clarification. She nodded for the third time and he smiled; widely.

“Okay.” He took her hand in his. They started walking - without any actual direction - with their hands laced and both their hearts warmed and fluttering. The entire time, (Y/n) was ignoring where Jaebeom’s red string was floating towards, content with the position she had decided to let herself fall into.

(Y/n)’s hand felt warm in Jaebeom’s. For once, instead of feeling giddy, he felt safe. Her presence brought him comfort and he had never been so sure of a person before. As he glanced over at her while they walked, the glow of the evening sun illuminating their figures as they walked, he was sure he wouldn’t leave her for his soulmate. He would never. He was absolutely sure of it.

“Jaebeom-ah.” (Y/n) waved her hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his thoughts. He blinked a few times before turning to her with a questioning glance. “We’re at our apartments.” She gestured to the doors that led into their homes.

“Oh, I didn’t realise.” He muttered out sheepishly. (Y/n) tilted her head slightly at him,

“What were you thinking about?” She asked as they stood in the hallway, hands still interlocked.

“Something.” He hummed out, “Nothing you should be too worried about.” He smiled at her slightly.

“Is it really? You looked like you were thinking about it all the way back.” She pestered. “You can tell me if something’s bothering you. Locking your thoughts and feelings away from other people makes them harder to handle.”

“It’s nothing major, I promise.” He reassured her, his thumb gently running over her knuckles.

“Okay, I trust you.” (Y/n) nodded.

Jaebeom lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, letting out a hum, “Thank you.” She smiled softly. “It’s still quite early. I’ll make you some tea.” He offered as he led her into his apartment. “I hope you’re not allergic to cat fur because it floats everywhere.” He joked as he closed the door to his home.

This was the first time (Y/n) had actually been into his apartment. Despite spending quite some time with Jaebeom, he had never really invited her into his apartment. They would usually spend their time at his studio or in (Y/n)’s apartment.

The state that his apartment was in, cat fur floating around and papers, a few clothes and a blanket carelessly thrown onto the living room floor seemed to be the reason why he didn’t invite her in. She ignored the slight mess when one thing excited her the most about being in his apartment; his cats.

“Where are your cats?” She questioned when she noticed that even the cat tower was lacking any of his pets.

“Probably my bedroom. They tend to hide in there whenever they can smell new people coming into my home.” He answered as he filled his kettle with water and placed it on the stove, “You can go in there. I don’t mind.” He glanced over at her and gestured towards the first door on the left that was left ajar.

(Y/n) slowly pushed the door open and turned on the lights, eyes widening when she saw eight pairs of eyes staring at her curiously.

“I found them.” She announced, not too loud as to not scare the cats that were sitting on his bed. She further stepped into his bedroom, her eyes wandering around the room. She caught sight of his desk, an array of papers scattering the desk along with his keyboard and his desktop setup.

(Y/n) continued to curiously look at his desk. Sticky notes were plastered all over the empty spots around his monitor. She read the sticky notes. Most of them seemed to be from his friends - random jokes and bad puns - while some seemed to be written by himself. One of the yellow pieces of paper caught her eye,

Continue that tune after the date with (Y/n)-ie.

A smile made its way onto her face the more she read his handwritten notes.

Keyboard after you spend time with (Y/n)-ie. She gives you ideas.

Don’t forget to feed the cats when you get home.

She let out a soft giggle at that sticky note before turning her attention to the cats that were on his bed.

“He really cares about you, huh?” She questioned as she slowly made her way over and sat herself on the edge of the bed, raising her hand to allow them to sniff her.

The first to approach her was the Siamese, cautiously moving closer to smell her before bumping its head against her hand. The Siamese crawled onto (Y/n)’s lap, startling her slightly at how quick it was becoming acquainted with her.

“Nora likes you already?” Jaebeom questioned with a chuckle as he walked into the bedroom with two steaming mugs in his hand. (Y/n) turned up to look at him,

“I let her sniff me a bit and she didn’t seem to mind me that much.” She shrugged as she turned back down to Nora, smiling at the way she was already settling in her lap. (Y/n) placed her hand on the cat’s belly and started to scratch her lightly as Jaebeom sat beside her and handed her one of the mugs.

“Nora was the first cat I got. She used to live with my parents, but I take her to live with me every once in a while.” He spoke as he looked down at his cat daughter. “Kunta and Odd were the next pair.”

He clicked his tongue and the other three cats moved over to him to crowd their cat dad. “This is Kunta,” He gestured to the Black Shorthair. “Cake,” He gestured to the Munchkin, “And this is Baire.” He patted his hand onto the Russian Blue that was quick to settle in his lap. “I don’t know where Odd’s gone, but she’s a Turkish Angora.”

“They’re all so cute.” (Y/n) cooed as she gently ran her hand along Nora’s slender body. “Like their dad.” She turned up to Jaebeom with a cheeky smile on her face. He scrunched his nose up at her as he sipped on his tea,

“Nora acts like me a lot. She eats a lot, sleeps a lot, and sometimes when my keyboard’s on, she’ll jump onto the table and press on the keys.” He chuckled. “Now that she likes you, I guess we have more in common.”

“So, Mark-ssi and Youngjae-ssi mentioned that you talk about me a lot?” (Y/n) raised a brow at him.

“Haha,” He let out an awkward laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck, “He’s just saying that to embarrass me.”

“I think it’s flattering.” She giggled. Jaebeom turned to her with an embarrass look in his eyes as he stood up.

“Well, they’re my best friends. I don’t blame them for wanting to embarrass me all the time.” He chuckled as he made his way over to his desk. “They keep me thinking straight and positive. Especially whenever they come over and Yugyeom leaves these sticky notes.” He pulled on one of the pieces of paper off of the wall and handed it to her.

“That’s cute.” (Y/n) cooed.

Hyung! Why did the bear have such bad mood swings? He was a BIpolar bear! :D

She let out a soft laugh when she read the note.

“He sounds like a very positive person.” She pointed out. He nodded as he pulled another sticky note off of the wall,

“This one’s from BamBam. He tries to do what Yugyeom does, but he tends to forget and instead ends up making Mark hyung angry instead.” He snorted as he handed the other sticky note to her.

“How many members are there in your group? I don’t think I’ve met all of them yet. I’ve only met Jinyoung-ssi, Youngjae-ssi and Mark-ssi.” She questioned as she read the sticky note.

“Seven. It’s me, Mark hyung, Jackson, Jinyoung, Youngjae, BamBam and Yugyeom.” He replied with his back turned to her as he read the sticky notes. “We’re like a whole family. They’re my brothers.” He turned to her with a smile on his face.

(Y/n)’s felt her heart melt as she watched Jaebeom turn back to his table to look through his stuff. She could feel the genuine love he had for his friends when he found a polaroid picture of them sitting under his mess of papers, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he turned around and sat beside her,

“We took this on my birthday.” He held the picture up, allowing her to look at it, “Mark hyung planned a surprise party for me and they threw me into the pool at the house we were staying at while we were shooting a reality show.” He laughed as he recalled the memory.

“You guys seem really close knit, huh?” She questioned as she looked at the picture. Jaebeom was obviously soaking but he was still wearing the biggest smile on his face as he stood with his six friends.

“They mean a lot to me. I don’t know what I would do without them.” He hummed out as he leaned back on his arms when she took the picture between her thumb and her index fingers. “Yugyeom and I are the only ones who haven’t met our soulmates yet.” He sighed. (Y/n) felt her body tense up. His soulmate. She had completely forgotten he had a soulmate. His own soulmate.

(Y/n) turned around to Jaebeom, about to say something but his attention was towards Cake. She looked at his red string, watching the way it was floating ever so gently. She bit her lip and made her decision. He deserves to see colour.

“Jaebeom-ah,” She called to him to get him to turn to her, “I’m going to head home first.” She spoke as she stood up. Jaebeom frowned slightly as he sat up straighter,

“Already?” He questioned as he took her hands to stop her from moving away. She nodded,

“I’m a bit tired. Coco has a lot of energy.” She smiled softly, swaying his hands gently.

“I’ll walk you out.” Jaebeom nods, hiding his slight disappointment at her departure as he stood up and walked her to his front door. “Text me when you get back.” He joked and opened the door.

(Y/n) let out a laugh as she nodded, “Okay, I will.” She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Goodnight, Jaebeomie.” She smiled.

“Goodnight, (Y/n)-ie.” He bit his lip, smiling back as he watched her head into her apartment. He closed the door once she had stepped in but didn’t realise that she had stepped back out.

She stared at the faint red string that was floating out of his apartment and leading into hers with a dropped heart.

“(Y/n)?” Haneul’s voice only added to her despair as her confused roommate stepped out with her. “Why are you just standing out here?” She questioned. (Y/n)’s eyes followed the red string that was attached to Haneul’s chest and she slowly looked up to meet her eyes. She let out a shaky breath as the pieces were being laid out in her head.

It was Haneul

(Y/n) laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling with her legs dangling off the edge. Her phone buzzed for the tenth time that morning and she knew who it was from. She just couldn’t bring herself to talk to him, but when the door knocked a few times, she finally checked the messages.

JayBeee (ᵔᴥᵔ):

Are you okay?

JayBeee (ᵔᴥᵔ):

I’m bringing over pastries and chocolate

JayBeee (ᵔᴥᵔ):

I left them outside, they’re hanging from the doorknob. I hope you feel better soon <3

(Y/n) let out a sigh as she sat up from her bed. Haneul left earlier that morning to get to work which meant no one was home. Unfortunately for (Y/n), her schedule was free for the next few days which left her free for a while. Jaebeom knew that, too.

She trudged over to the door with a heavy heart. How could she keep Jaebeom away from his soulmate? But how could she just let him slip past her fingers? She opened the door slowly, making sure he wasn’t outside before taking the paper bag that was hanging from the doorknob into the apartment and closing the door.

Was it too cruel for (Y/n) to not let them meet? How could she have been so stupid in ignoring his string and letting herself fall for him. But more importantly, how could she have not seen the string whenever they were in the hallway?

Since they’re strings were still red, it was obvious that they still had yet to meet each other. But what was (Y/n) going to do when they would? She couldn’t run away like she did with Chan. She couldn’t leave him as easily since she knew that she had already fallen off that dangerous edge. She was in love. So goddamn hopelessly in love with Im Jaebeom. All because she decided to ignore the strings.

(Y/n) looked down at her chest and at her string as she stood in her kitchen. The black string that was hanging dead instead of floating. The string that had looked as though it had been ripped at a foot’s length.

She hated it.

It was a bitter reminder that she would never experience the bliss of being with her soulmate. She wanted to rip it out of her chest but she couldn’t even touch it.

The world was cruel and Jaebeom was a reminder to (Y/n) that it was.

(Y/n) munched on the chocolate croissant that Jaebeom had left outside her apartment. Her mind was filled to the brim as she contemplated her choices.

She could let them meet and let them be happy.

She tries her best to make sure they never meet so she can be with Jaebeom.

Both options were painful to her. She knew she would forever be wracked with guilt if she would never let Jaebeom meet his soulmate. She had to make a decision and time was running out.

Sad Ending || Happy Ending

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Fluffy ABCs| O. Diaz

A/N: Hey guys I’m back from the dead! Hehe, it’s been pretty long since I’ve written stuff, so to get back in the game here are some fluffy prompt ABCs.

I got these ABCs from @nightboundless

Request: OPEN (but it’s probably going to take me 20 years lol)

I was rushing to post this so there are probably a lot of errors

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A – Anger (What was their first fight about? Any big or recurring arguments?)

The pairs’ first, out of many, major fight was about Oscar coming home bloody after fighting a Prophet, perhaps to prove a point or to show off, who knows. You didn’t want to have to worry about whether he would come home in a bloody pulp or not. You not so subtly suggested that he leave the Santos and stop partaking in gang activity which just resulted in a huge argument consisting of verbal abuse from the both of you along with broken furniture and hurt feelings. But deep down, Oscar knew you were right, after the argument he found himself wondering what life would be like without Gangs and being a normal couple. Part of him wants to leave the Santos, but the other half wants to stay in Freeridge to protect his brother and his girl.

B – Best (What would they say is the other’s best trait?)

Oscar loves your innocence, him being in a gang he has seen the hard truth and pain of life, you always see the good and beauty in things, and he absolutely loves you for that. He sees you as so pure and perfect to the point he’ll melt a little just thinking about it. You love Oscar’s sarcastic humor and wit, even if you were in the worst of moods, he never seemed to fail in making you smile or laugh.

C – Camera (How do they document their relationships? Who likes to take pictures? Or videos?)

Oscar isn’t really the type to take pictures, it ruins his gang leader demeanor, but every now and then he’ll take a sneaky photo of you and save them. You being stupid, you being goofy, just any picture of you. He’ll always deny it, but his camera roll is nearly filled with pictures of you. He pretty much has a photo album called ‘princess’ which is ultimately dedicated to you and your relationship. Lowkey saves your nudes. You are a lot more open in the fact that you take pictures of his dumbass. You constantly take pictures and selfies with him and post it on social media, not much to his liking. Unlike Oscar, You’re more likely to take videos of your relationship. You love taking videos of him when he’s completely oblivious, or when he’s focusing on something so pointless.

D – Dates (What are their dates like?)

Oscar doesn’t really like to bring so much attention to himself, especially when entering a new relationship, so for a first date, it would probably be something lowkey like a Santos Party or a dumb movie. However, if he has been in a pretty long relationship he would take You to a place special to him. Like the beach he took Cesar to or a book store since he was a Spelling Bee champ when he was in school. Aside from this, he tries to take you to fancy places once in a while just to treat you like the princess you are, he can barely afford it though.

E – Early (What was the first month of dating like?)

It was way too slow for your liking. All because Oscar wasn’t sure he wanted someone like you in his life. You were too innocent to pure, you were a liability, dating you would make you an immediate target for is enemies. He already had to watch over and protect Cesar and being with you would just add more to his plate. Eventually, the two of you managed to work through this because neither one of you wanted to end it.

F – Friends (How is their relationship with each other’s group of friends?)

Oscar absolutely hates your friends, he sees them as fake-ass hynas and certainly not the best for his princesa.

As for you, you’ve grown to tolerate some of his friends. Some such as Mario you consider family.

G – Gifts (Do they like giving each other gifts? What kind?)

Oscar doesn’t really give gifts unless it’s a special occasion, but if he sees you eyeing something online or in a store he has no problem stealing it for you buying it for you. He’ll wrap it as best as he can and casually leave it on your bed or on the kitchen table. He tries to play coy because he really doesn’t see the big deal about buying gifts, but if you like it he’s sure as hell going to wait hours to get you what you want “You got me the bracelet?!” “I have no idea what you’re talking about, mamasita” he acts as if he doesn’t care, but secretly he can’t wait till you thank him with kisses which escalates to something more. You really love to surprise him with gifts and little charms that he’ll hang on close to. You sometimes buy him clothes to help with his limited wardrobe.

H – Hugs (All things involving hugs)

You absolutely love hugging Oscar, you feel like he doesn’t get as much love as he should because of his image. You love tackling him into a hug and pressing wet kisses on his face. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. He loves to hug you from behind and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, the warm feeling of your bodies pressed together makes you feel weak. He always plants kisses on your neck and shoulder.

I – Inside Jokes (Do they have any?)

You and Oscar don’t really have any inside jokes, aside from funny quips, remarks, making fun of Cesar and friends, and making snarky sarcastic remarks to what each other say.

J – Jealousy (Who gets jealous easier? How do they show their jealousy?)

WITHOUT A DOUBT, OSCAR. He mostly gets jealous in public rather than at home because at home he has you all to himself. When he sees other people racking your body and checking you out like a piece of meat, he gets very territorial. He immediately holds your hand or wraps his arm around you. Sometimes he’s good at being subtle about his jealousy and to others, it just seems like he’s giving a little too much PDA, which you secretly enjoy. He definitely glares down anyone who glances your way suggestively and does things to make sure they know you’re his and only his. Oscar has ZERO tolerance for people putting their hands on you. He’s thrown a few punches here and there, beaten up a few people just so people get the message not to touch his girl. Oscar gets very jealous for your touch and doesn’t think anyone else other than himself deserves it. Sometimes you get flirty comments and catcalls thrown at you, but you just ignore them, Oscar hates how you can be so patient with them, instead, he’ll reply to the guy as snarky as possible and tighten his grip on you. He absolutely has no problem in grabbing you mid-sentence and pulling you into a heated kiss if you were talking to another guy he didn’t like or is suspicious of. After dating him for so long you start to pick little signs on his jealousy, like, when he’s really jealous he gets touchy. He slips his hand in your back pocket, grip your ass and/or breasts, or attack your neck with kisses, and yes, in public. No one messes with you unless they want to die. He literally doesn’t give a damn, you’re his, and he needs people to know that.

K – Kiss (How do they kiss? Who usually initiates?)

Oscar would definitely be the one to initiate the kisses, he absolutely loves the warm feeling of his lips on top of yours. If you start the kissing you like to go in soft chaste before he decides to deepen it and make it more passionate and sexy. He holds you tightly as he kisses you as if you’d disappear if he didn’t. Usually, if Oscar starts the kissing he’ll try to let it escalate into something more.

L – Love (How do they first say those three words?)

Oscar fell in love the first couple months of dating you, but he never really could say those three words out loud. Part of him thought the relationship might end and there was no point trying to commit. You would most likely be the first to say it. It would happen out of the blue, maybe when the two of you were cuddling, and you just blurted it out. It caught Oscar by surprise and you were very embarrassed when he was silent for a couple seconds until he whispered back “..ok”. You were very happy that day because you knew that it was very hard for him to open up about things. He loves you very much but is just scared of commitment.

M – Movies (What kinds of movies do they watch together? Is it a regular Netflix ritual?)

Oscar would like to watch movies with serious plots that aren’t ridiculous. I feel like he isn’t the type to watch comedies or romance, He likes action, thriller, horror, and drama. He also enjoys watching movies and shows with gangs, so he can point out everything wrong about it and make fun of it. You love feel-good movies and binging Netflix shows. You often force Oscar to watch shows like The Office with you.

N – Nicknames (Things they call each other)

Oscar calls you “babe” “baby” “mami” “mamasita” “baby girl” just classic relationship names because he’s too lazy to think of anything else.

O – One (Tell us about the moment they realized they were with the one.)

You knew early on, you felt a sense of security whenever you were with him and you loved that, but early in the relationship you knew he didn’t feel the same. Oscar hates when girls make him chase after them, that’s an automatic deal breaker, Spooky Diaz doesn’t chase after women they chase after him. It definitely knew you were the one when you kept things 100 with him, no encrypted message type deals you were straight forward and legit. He had these walls that he had built up for so long and when he was with you they came tumbling down. The two of you had formed a close and tight bond, the type Oscar only thought he could achieve with his brother. At first, he tried to convince himself you weren’t worth it. That you were just some random hyna and could easily be replaced. But good people like you don’t come easy, and after seeing you laughing with the other Santos as if you were a family made him realize that he could never live a life without you.

P – Pizza (What is their favorite food to eat together?)

Oscar is such a good cook, so I feel like as a couple your favorite food to eat is probably anything he makes. You’re constantly bugging him to cook ever since he made you the best ceviche you had ever tasted. For the most part, you’re the one cooking which he loves not only the food but the effort. He finds the fact that you wake up early every morning to make him breakfast so cute and sweet.

Q – Quit (Do they break up? Almost break up? What happened?) \

After a very serious argument, the pair did break up but eventually came back together six weeks later because secretly they longed for each other.

R – Rainy Days (How do they comfort each other on dark days?)

Unlike Oscar, you go to college and you get very stressed about things from school, you’re parents also stress you because they would you to be with something worthwhile and serious and Oscar definitely wasn’t their first choice. When you’re stressed you automatically go to Oscar for comfort. He lets you relax against his chest and rubs circles on your back, whispering reassuring things in Spanish. You eventually fall asleep and anyone who walks in can see you snuggled against Oscar’s chest while he lies down on the couch planting kisses on your head.

S – Soft (Something one of them did that turned the other into absolute mush.)

You love when Oscar hugs you from behind and kisses your neck and shoulder. He always whispers sweet and/or naughty things in your ear and your basically silly putty in his arms.

T – Texting (Do they text each other a lot? What do they usually talk about over the phone?)

Oscar hates calling people and prefers to just text, it’s more convenient, you two especially like to text when you’re far from each other or somewhere you don’t want to be. To make sure your safe Oscar demands that you text him something that only you would text him.

U – Unique (Tell us about some of their odd habits that surprised one another.)

I feel like the pair have gotten to know each other pretty well over the time that they’ve been dating. They’ve gotten used to each other’s little quirks and weird habits.

V – Vanity (Something they’re proud of in themselves and their partner.)

You’re very proud about Oscar’s success in being the leader of the Santos and find much pride in being “Spooky’s Girl”.

W – Wedding (Tell us about your wedding headcanon if they’ve gotten that far. Or if not, have they talked about it?)

Weddings are something you two never talk about. Oscar is very scared of commitment and you would never want to push him or pressure him into talking about topics that make him uncomfortable. Believe it or not, Oscar would love to give you the fancy wedding and the family life with a great family but with his reputation and strikes, he knows that’s never going to happen.

X – X (Something they hate about the other.)

Oscar usually has a tendency to not tell you what he’s doing or where he’s going, especially if it has to do with the Santos, and it annoys the hell out of you. You would like to be more involved with him and the gang as a way to show “Spooky’s Girl” has his back. He tends not to tell you things because he thinks it keeps you safe but really it makes you made that you’re out of the loop. Heck, Cesar and his little friends are more involved then you! Oscar doesn’t like how you pry your nose into his business. He sees it as overbearing and you’re not his mom so you shouldn’t be so worried about what he’s doing. This usually is the root of all of your arguments.

Y – YouTube (What are they like online? Do they post about their relationship constantly?)

Oscar isn’t the type to post things online and isn’t really the type to share what he does with his girl on social media period. His relationship is between him and you, not random strangers. You would probably post things sometimes. Cute videos of the two or pictures that screamed relationship goals. I feel like at one point You would try to tease Oscar by sending him a naughty picture of yourself but accidentally shared it yo your 25,000 followers on Instagram.

Z – Zoo (Are they into animals? Do they want pets? What kind?)

I feel like you two wouldn’t have any pets, it’s too much responsibility. But if you were to have a pet Oscar would prefer a dog, especially a pitbull that way you would have someone to protect you when he isn’t there.

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