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bittyfromquotev · 1 year

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Madie Aizawa: Origin (P.2)

WARNINGS: Sugarcoated rape implication, fake friends, cursing, family issues, the app I use doesn’t help transfer all the font stuff onto tumblr so I’m sad lmao

“Was that last part really necessary?” The homeless-looking Hero spoke this time. Puppeteer looked around the bland room, thinking. She moved her hands around as she did so, making the handcuff chains jingle. Blinking, she made direct eye contact with him. “Eh…not really. I just wanted to add that little detail.” Her mouth twisted into a strange grin, disappearing and reappearing like a tic. “Why?” The flame Hero demanded. He was such a nosy, nosy man. “Because I wanted y’all to get a feel for the place! Put you guys in my shoes for a li’l bit. Besides, I was a little out of it that day.” This time, the grin that formed on her face stayed for a while. The hobo-Hero haha hobo Hero. That’s funny spoke up again. “Why not tell us how the whole house looks then?” “I’m too lazy, man. Leave me alooooneee.” Puppeteer pouted, her previous grin gone and strange sneer now replacing it. The flame Hero, seemingly aggravated, pounded his fist into the table to bring all of them back to the present. Clearing his throat, he ordered, “Continue. No more wasting time.” The girl blinked rapidly before exhaling in a very unnecessary manner. “M’kay..” . . . No more than a week had passed when something…interesting, to say the least, happened. Madie sat in seat 12, on the second-to-last row of desks towards the left of the classroom during third period Humanities class when the teacher announced a semester-long project for the end of seventh grade. The class groaned as Mrs. Kassel continued with the instructions. “Remember, you have all semester to work on this project. I will assign pairs of students to work together.” She began drawing two names at a time from a jar, instructing each pair to move to desks close to each other and push them together. After all the names in the class were drawn, students began to do as instructed and push their desks together. “Take the rest of the period to get to know your partners, as you will be working with them for the rest of the year!” Of course Madie had zoned out when her partner was called. Or did she? Either way, she was forced to look around the room helplessly until it was clear who she was working with. When her partner finally did find her, she wasn’t making eye-contact. When she looked up after sitting down, she was faced with a bird-headed boy. Literally freaking bird headed. Was that his Quirk? Idiot. Of course it is. “Uh…hi. How are you?” she asked out of polite habit. The boy tilted his head in what seemed to be confusion. “Hi? Can you hear me? How are you today?” When he still hadn’t responded, that same look on his face, she tried again in Spanish. It didn’t work. Obviously. After some awkward silence between them, Madie decided to give Japanese a shot. When the boy perked up and responded with an “I’m fine, thanks,” Madie beamed. “You speak Japanese too?” The boy nodded. “Yes. I’m from Japan. What about you?” “Oh. I was born here, but my mom is from Mexico and my dad is from Japan. They insist that I learn both of those languages.” “Can you read any form of Japanese?” “It’s a little confusing, but yeah. Hey, what’s your name?” “Tokoyami Fumikage.” “Surname first?” “Yes. What’s your name?” “Madie Aizawa; surname last.” “I see. It’s nice to meet you.” The two of them shook hands, almost smiling. Madie was quick to break the handshake and get a pencil out, though. The two of them talked a little about the project itself, but their conversations mostly consisted of random cultural and Quirk-related subjects. Madie was enlightened to learn that Tokoyami had a sentient being that came with his Quirk as well. “Dude! That’s awesome! I’ve got a sentient guy, too. I call him ‘Walter.’” Tokoyami’s mouth beak thingy no wait mouth curved upward in a slight smile. The first genuinely kind smile a guy has shown her since Leo left.

“I have a request, Aizawa.” Tokoyami inquired as the two of them were leaving for fourth period. Madie turned to her new friend. “What is it?” The black bird sighed. “I need help with English. Do you think you can teach me?” Madie’s mouth curved slightly. “Sure, I can try. I’m not a good teacher. Come sit with me at lunch, though!” Tokoyami nodded, turning to his class and mumbling something like, “Revelry in the dark…” when a strange side comment was made about his ‘anime talk.’ Well, that was weird.

Madie sat awkwardly at her table, staring into space. Looking at nothing, yet not completely zoned out. “Are you not eating again?” Madie sat up straight, looking slightly upwards at her friend. She was relatively tall, like most people she knew. Her pale face scrunched up in effort to push up her thick round glasses, simultaneously blowing her caramel-brown hair out of her face. Madie grinned. “Bri, I think you need to stop questioning my decisions. I don’t question whatever you were just trying to do, after all.” She paused, glancing around. “Where the frik is Ivy?” “Ivy?” Bri echoed, face more smooth, with only her brows furrowed together in thought. “Ivy Green?” “Yes, Ivy Green. Don’t get me wrong, she gives off fake friend vibes, but I really need an excuse to have Johnathan avoid me a little.” “A little?” “Bri. It’s Johnathan. He’s not gonna stop…uh…messing with me just because I hang out with his freaking sister.” Bri sat down with a huff, grimacing. “Damn understatement of the fucking century, Madie.” “Woah. Bri. You cuss?” “I think we can all say that Johnathan deserves to be cussed out,” She laughed knowingly. Madie nodded, clearing her throat as Ivy herself sat down next to Bri. “Hi guys! What were y’all talking about?” Silence. Ivy smirked awkwardly before switching subjects. “So, anything interesting happen in you guys’ classes lately?” Bri shook her head. Madie, uncharacteristically, spoke up. “We’ve got a project to do in Humanities; I think my partner might be a new student and I asked him to sit with us today.” “Ooh, you should ask him!” Ivy chirped curiously, her hazel eyes gleamed with multiple excited emotions. Bri nodded in agreement. She must really not feel like talking today. Madie sighed jokingly. “That’s my plan. Though it could just be my own unobservant ass’ fault.” Madie must be cursed, because every person she’s talked about today has just- shown up out of nowhere. Tokoyami shuffled awkwardly as he sat down with none other than Johnathan Green standing next to him, smirking so confidently it was almost dark. Well, no. It was dark. It was just that not many would know it at first glance. “You’re welcome,” he quipped, hands on his hips. “Bird-brain was tryina find you, Madie.” Madie nodded stiffly, giving Tokoyami the most reassuring smile she could before Johnathan’s hand was shoved in front of her face. “Back to business as usual.” He prodded. Madie glanced around, trying not to be surprised at Bri and Ivy’s expressions. Their brows were knit in what looked like either pity or concern, she couldn’t decide which. Johnathan cleared this throat. “Give it. Now, Madie.” She was close. Close to crying, that is. Aggressively removing her bag from her shoulders and handing it to Johnathan for her ‘check up’ was normal…for her; she knew the others just weren’t used to seeing this particular part of her school routine. There was a deafening silence at the table, not counting the rustling of the inside of Madie’s small black handbag as the muscular boy rummaged through all three of its pockets. He handed it back about a minute later, the most sickening, shit-eating grin and straight evil look in his eyes as he did so. “All good. See you later!~” He walked off rather quickly, allowing Madie to turn back to her friends at last. “What was that about?” Madie’s relief shifted immediately to annoyance as she glared back at Ivy. “Since when is it any of your fucking business, girl?” Ivy seemed to almost shiver at that, looking defensive. “Okay, geez. I was just asking, since he’s my brother.” Madie huffed. “Ask him, then. He’ll be real glad to tell you. I swear, he’d brag about it to anyone.” Her pounding heart slowed a little, and she turned her attention to Tokoyami. “Hey, sorry ‘bout that.” The raven shook his head. “It’s fine. He seemed rude anyways.” Understatement of the fucking century, Madie snorted inwardly. “Anyways,” she continued. “I need to introduce you to my friends, then we can get to everything else…”

Boy, was Madie glad to be free that day. Johnathan was kind enough to not initiate anything today and school was finally over! Lunch was her favorite part of today, because she learned a lot about Tokoyami. He was, in fact, not a new student, but he never talked to anyone because of his terrible English. He’d been at this school since the beginning of Madie’s 6th grade year. It would’ve been nice to know that she could’ve branched out a little and made some real friends on her own. The reason Tokoyami was even here was because of a business trip his parents had to go on. Call it bad luck that Madie didn’t even know he existed until today. At home, that was pretty much all Madie talked about to her parents over dinner. “I’m happy for you, sweetie,” Madie’s father laughed. “You made a friend without Leo’s help!” Madie giggled in response. “Yeah…but he’s in Japan right now, so I kinda had to.” The two of them laughed for a couple seconds longer before her mother began to talk about something they’d all been anticipating for a while. For Madie’s next birthday, they wanted to do something big for her. For some reason. When Madie asked why, she responded with, “Well, after this birthday, you’ll be in high school! It’s a big change!” Madie pursed her lips in annoyance. It’S a BiG cHaNgE! Cliché. Annoying. Old. She wasn’t complaining, though. It occurred to her, why we’re they just talking about it now? “That’s it?” She wondered aloud. Madie’s father smiled a little more, fixing his long black hair into a messy man-bun. “Well, we wanted you to choose what we do. You can go anywhere you want for this birthday…” A look from her mother. “…and…Kaito’s coming to visit tomorrow. We need to make sure he wants to go.” What? Kaito? “I-It’s fine if the doesn’t, but we need to all be on the same page.” He began to fret a little. Madie blinked, processing the situation. Kaito Aizawa. Kaito-nii. Now? Now of all times, he’s visiting from college? Sighing, she put on the best smile she could for her parents. “Oh. Okay. Thanks for, uh, letting me know.” “Alright, hijita. If you’re done eating, then go shower and head to bed.” Madie’s mom told her smoothly. Madie nodded obediently and rushed upstairs to shower.

Madie lay in bed, trying her very best to sleep. Tomorrow was Saturday, but still. She wanted sleep. Sleep would be great, especially after spending twenty minutes washing filth and ick off of her body. Stupid anxiety. Go away. No. She didn’t hate her brother. She had no negative feelings towards him whatsoever. It’s just… He greatly resembles Johnathan’s appearance. Greatly. The hair, skin, and fashion taste were all the same as him. That’s what made her heart explode in her tightened chest, panic rising. It meant a whole day was going to be spent with someone who resembles her bully. Bully? More like tormentor and rapist, idiot bitch. Whatever. All she had to do was avoid staring at him for too long. That, and avoid any business ties and belts that just happen to be lying around the house. Or, how about this? Just don’t have a fucking panic attack. That would be nice. Should be easy, probably. Just breathe. Remember that he’s related to you and is the polar opposite of who he looks like. An hour passed of repeating these thoughts before Madie fell into a dreamless sleep.

“G’morning, baby sis~” Madie’s eyes shot open at the words. The tone made her chest achingly tight with panic and it only intensified when she saw the face she was looking at. She jumped, sitting upright in her soft bed, hugging onto one of her pillows. The 19-year-old lounging on the edge of her bed erupted with laughter. “Ah! Did I scare you?” he asked. “Sorry ‘bout that.” She blinked at him aggressively. “Yes.” “Why the f—table flip did you say it like that?” “How…else do you want me to say it?” “I—Well—normally, excitedly, tiredly? Any other way but whatever that crap was.” Awkward silence stood between the two siblings. Madie took a deep breath and greeted him back. “Hi, dude. How’s life been?” Kaito shrugged, and the two continued talking semi-awkwardly. Lots of catching up to do! “Wanna go eat now? Mom and Dad said we need to talk about some shit.” Madie nodded. She was hungry and she smelled bacon. That means food. She got up quickly and threw on her white fluffy robe and followed her older brother downstairs and into the kitchen. There, their parents were moving about, getting a hearty breakfast ready for the four of them. Madie’s dad sat down with a cup of creamy coffee and some eggs. He motioned for the two siblings to sit across from him as the food was placed in the center of the wooden table. “I see neither of you have changed yet,” he observed casually. “Mhm,” Kaito responded. “Oh, yeah. You were asleep when I got here, Madie.” Okay. Nice, I guess. Selena cleared her throat. “We want to talk about Madie’s party that’s coming in a few months. Have you decided where you want to go?” Before she could say anything, Kaito sighed dejectedly. “It doesn’t really matter, because I won’t be able to go.” “Oh…” Taeko mumbled, almost disappointed. “Why not?” “I’ve got finals and several huge projects around that time. Don’t think I’ve forgotten when her birthday is.” Her mom pursed her lips. “Kai-“ “No, mom. I would if I could. I really want to go, but I just. Can’t.” Madie’s mom didn’t let any awkward silence set for long. “Well…Johnathan would be a lot happier without you there, I think.” A pang hit Madie’s chest like an electric shock. “What? Johnathan?” She nodded. “You’re inviting him and his friends. I’ve talked to his parents about it already.” Madie’s father raised his arms to his head, cowering in something akin to embarrassment. He mumbled incoherently as his wife continued. “I know you two don’t have the best relationship, but I think it’ll be good for you two to try to get along. Is that hard for you?” Madie drew in a shaky breath. “Mom…I know you want to have everyone be friends and be happy around each other. I respect that. It’s just…Johnathan hates me, I don’t like him, and I just-“ She glanced over at Kaito, who looked ridden with confusion and concern. “I don’t want to have a bad birthday.” Madie’s mother pursed her lips again and sighed. “You need to give each other a chance, sweetie.” “Why would you be concerned about his happiness? Also, why the hell would this guy be happier without me around?” Kaito growled, irritatingly confused. All attention was turned to him; even Madie’s father lifted his head to stare at his son. Madie did her best to maintain eye contact as she explained. “He looks a lot like you, except he has green eyes and he’s a little shorter. That’s why. Honestly, he’d mess with you just for your appearance.” “Mom just seems to think that we need to be suck-ups in order for ‘eVeRyOnE tO bE hApPy’!” She returned to her food as her mother began to lecture her, the anxiety never loosening it’s powerful grip on her chest. “Madie, I realize that you’re upset about this, but I don’t want you talking back to me. I’m trying to make sure that everyone has a good time.” She went on and on and on and on. Eventually, when Madie did respond and apologize, her older brother began calling her out for backing down.

The argument went on for several minutes, but eventually it calmed down. All it took was pleading from Taeko. Madie’s mom sighed. “I’m sorry, everyone. I just…don’t want us to have constant stress over other people.” “You’re fine,” the siblings responded simultaneously. Madie’s father cleared his throat. “I-I hope we’ve come to an agreement. Arguing isn’t good.” They did. That agreement, however, is what Madie’s mom had originally planned. Now she had to give out some invitations…and make a call.

The Monday after, she had to hand Johnathan’s group their invitations, after some…business was taken care of. She made the call after dinner at home. It went something like this:

Ring-ring! Ring-ring! “Hello? Who is this?” “Hi, Ms. Takami. This is Madie, Leo’s friend.” “Oh, hello Madie! How are you doing, sweetie?” Such a faker. She’s good at it, too. “I’m good, how about you?” “I’m doing great! What did you need me for?” “Oh, right.” Madie took a deep breath. “I—I was wondering if Leo would be able to come to my party in a few months? October 6.” Silence over the phone. There were a few background noises, but nothing more. Are those fucking moans!? She continued. “Uh-Well, there are others coming. My-My friend Bri, uh, another friend named Tokoyami, and Johnathan and his friends are coming, courtesy of my mother. Um, just letting you know so that you can make a decision-“ “Oh, Johnathan! I heard that he’s a very good friend of yours and Leo’s, so of course he can go. I’m sure the two of them will be ecstatic to see each other!” Leo’s mother responded with a strange kind of enthusiasm. She should’ve guessed that Johnathan and this whore knew each other. I bet y’all are besties. “Is something the matter?” Ms. Takami asked in false concern. “No, ma’am. I’m fine,” she assured the woman. “I’ll be sure to mail you the invitation today. Can I get your address?” The woman made an affirmative sound, and Madie got a slip of paper to write it down. She then rushed to complete the invitation and mail it off. She wrote the address and names on the card in rushed but neat writing; her mom eyed her with concern. “Is everything okay, mija?” She nodded, finishing and placing it in the envelope. “I’m great, Mami. Leo’s mom is letting him go to the party.”

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sw1mmingfoolz · 2 years

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[19:24] - lee felix

requested? Y/N

genre: fluffly fluffy fluff, fiancée!felix, just a cute lil evening drive

content warnings: a lil self doubt from reader

wc: 1k

a/n: yes i am mildly obsessed with writing random fluff drabbles atm sue me 🤧 isn't this like my 5th day in a row now haha, wonder how long i can keep it going :') i am also obsessed with fiancée/husband felix and also night drives so here is whatever this is 👉🏻👈🏻 feedback is always very appreciated, i read literally everyone's tags and they've been making me feel RIDICULOUSLY soft recently so thank you all for that 💞💕💞💕💞💕

Wind weaved through your hair as you looked out at the blur of green passing beside you, chin resting cupped in your left hand. The sun was setting, a mere glint on the horizon behind masses of trees, the sky a stunning pastiche of soft pinks, bold oranges, and fluffy wisps of clouds outlined in sparkling gold. Your eyes took it all in as you inhaled deeply, a gentle smile pulling up the corners of your lips.

You were slightly startled from your daze as a hand came down to rest on your thigh. Slim fingers squeezed the flesh slightly, teasingly even, though your eyes and thoughts were immediately drawn to the simple yellow gold band sitting snugly on his ring finger, gleaming in the light. Your smile deepened as you set your hand atop his and looked over at your own ring on your other hand; slightly more elaborate, with your favourite gemstone sat amongst small crystals on an otherwise simple, narrow, white gold band. Eventually you allowed your gaze to move up to your fiancée, heart melting as you did. Golden hour suited him well, somehow both softening the strength of his face and accentuating his bold features. It highlighted the planes of them perfectly, and before you knew it, you were staring, wondering if you ever wouldn't be in total awe of the man you still couldn't believe had agreed to marry you.

"Is there something on my face? Oh you're practically drooling, doll," Felix smirked tauntingly, eyes glimmering with boyish mischief. He pulled off a roundabout and onto a long, empty road, allowing him to finally return your gaze properly, however shortly. He grinned as you blushed and looked back down at your hands, the cool breeze beginning to raise goosebumps on your skin. He noticed immediately, removing his hand from your leg to rummage around blindly in the back seat for a moment. The flesh tingled, still slightly weighty as if his hand had never left - as if he'd inexplicably marked you with its print forever. After a few seconds he produced a large hoodie; your favourite of his. He tossed it onto your lap, smile mellowing, and returned his hand to rest on your thigh, spreading a comfort and familiarity in your chest that almost brought you to tears. You could never have thought such security existed. "What are you thinking about, darling?" He asked quietly, voice almost carried away on the wind, his own hair playing at his neck and rippling around his forehead as he focused on the road. You pulled the homey material over your head and began playing with his fingers, twisting his ring around and holding his hand in different ways as you took in his scent and revelled in its warmth.

"I can't believe we're engaged," was all you could respond, hushed voice making it sound like your biggest secret. He shot you a grin, interlacing his fingers with yours and giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

"I can, everyone is grossed out every time they're in the same room as us," he pointed out with a chuckle, to which you rolled your eyes derisively.

"True, just…" You faltered, again turning your gaze to the scenery out of the window, admiring the small blue and red wildflowers that were beginning to bloom as time passed slowly further into spring. "I can't believe you're real sometimes. Someone so perfect has agreed to marry me of all people," He frowned, although you couldn't see it, and squeezed your hand again.

"Uh oh, looks like someone's taken too many 'chat absolute shit' pills," he hummed seriously, causing you to snort.

"What are you talking about?" you giggled, both of you tearing your eyes from the blurred road at the same time to share an amused look.

"I'm not perfect, and you know it. You've seen me at my lowest moments just as I have yours. You just see your own flaws more than mine because you're surrounded by them all the time," You hummed at his words, biting the inside of your cheek slightly.

"Being at your lowest doesn't make you any less perfect, Lix,"

"Maybe to you," he smiled, letting the other half of his sentence hang stifling in the air for a moment as he made a right turn and checked the GPS. "But you're perfect to me no matter what too, so. Checkmate, or whatever." He grinned, tongue poking at his teeth, and you couldn't help but bring his hand to your lips to place an appreciative kiss on the back of it. You moved away from the door and snuggled your head into the crook of his neck the best the current situation would allow. His arm was still outstretched into your lap, leaving you wrapped around it like a koala. A blush burned at the tips of his ears, and you shut your eyes upon seeing it in silent satisfaction. Felix was just as awestruck as you were, and you hoped your mutual adoration would last long into the lives you'd now promised each other. "I love you just as you are, so even if you don't feel that way about yourself, don't put down the love of my life like that." You nodded against his shoulder as his deep voice sent vibrations through you, as ever thankful for the fact he always knew exactly what to say. You didn't fully understand it sometimes, but he was with you for a reason (or many, as he'd rather put it,) and you trusted him enough to believe in his sincerity.

Twilight began to blossom, purples and blues fighting through the muddle of warm tones and argent stars taking their places to twinkle amongst the glowing half moon that was already set high above you. As he pulled onto another desolate road he dared lower his face to plant a hurried kiss onto your forehead, to which you responded by pressing your lips to his jaw and nuzzling further into his shoulder. You weren't really headed anywhere in particular, just enjoying the evening together, and you hoped tonight he'd allow you to stretch this forming memory just a little longer after the sky became dark.

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pareokey · 2 years

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flowing maple leaves

pairing: aether x reader

˚꒰ ෆ◞˚ reader info: fem!reader

˚꒰ ෆ◞˚ set: college au

˚꒰ ෆ◞˚ summary: he always sees her around campus and in class, even though they haven't interacted. he knew he had feelings for her. that is until autumn came by.

˚꒰ ෆ◞˚ words: 1.2k

˚꒰ ෆ◞˚ warning(s): none, just fluff (о´∀`о)

˚꒰ ෆ◞˚ notes: this is my first time writing a fanfic, please be nice and wait for me to improve! i had this idea for a few days already but now i finally decided to take a big L and write a fanfic (´；ω；`)

★ masterlist ★

it was during the summer when everything changed.

aether was walking through the campus hall, doing nothing except listening to music on his earphones. class starts in 30 minutes, so he had a few minutes to spare. nearly every student was in the hallway but then...

one blob of (H/C) caught his eyes. stopping in his track, he put his focus on the blob. it was getting clearer by the seconds, that is when he realized that it was one of his homeroom classmates, (Y/N). she walk passed him, talking to her friends.

aether's eyes followed her, he had been fancied by her since the first day of the semester.

classes started 20 minutes ago. sitting at one of the back rows, he was already dreading for this class to end. suddenly the door was slam opened, in came a girl trying to catch her breath.

" s-sorry for being late! " she said, " i may or may not have woken up late and got distracted by a pet store on the way here, haha... "

" ah, ms. (L/N) is it? " the professor smiled, " do not worry, please find a seat and sit down. " nodding rapidly, she went and sat down three rows before him.

as the class resumed, aether can't help but kept his eyes on the girl, already making conversations with the person beside her.

it had already been months since that day and he still remember it clear as the sky. now there were falling orange leaves everywhere, it is truly a peaceful day. the (H/C) blob was already gone from his eyesight. sighing, aether decided to return to class.

the day ended, he thought that it would be nice to take a stroll at the park. entering the park, the scenery was calm and refreshing. nearing the big lake until he saw the same blob from this afternoon.

「 (Y/N).. 」 he thought, the said girl is standing a few steps away from him, one hand holding a drink another her phone.

her skirt was flowing with the wind, staring into the distance. with the perfect setting, aether can't help but steal a picture of her. just as he looked up, she was walking away, another quick glance and he saw a ribbon falling out from her bag.

he continued his track and picked up the ribbon. realizing that she could be far away already, he hurried to give it back.

there was a tap on her shoulder, she turned around and was shocked to see the warm blonde-haired boy with a braided ponytail that she had been crushing on ever since she saw him in the hallways.

" ah..haha, hey! " he said, " uhh...you dropped this. "

she took it and quickly said, " oh! thank you, aether.. "

he was surprised that she knew his name but smiled nonetheless.

there was an awkward tension surrounding them, as (Y/N) was trying to think of something to say, aether started " um.. y'know, I know this is the first time we literally ever talked but do you want to hang out someday? " as she was processing his words, (Y/N) stuttered out

" s-sure! yes, yes i would love to! " nodding rapidly, the same motion she did on the first day.

he giggles, " alright, here's my number. talk to you later! "

awed by the sound of his giggles, she only nodded and watched him walk away when he was out of ear-shot. she started squealing and did a little dance.

after their little interaction, both of them quickly became closer than ever. some even thought that they were a couple but they quickly denied it.

today was the day that they decided to hang out at a small and cozy café. walking in the café, arms linked together with smiles on their faces, looking like a perfect, cute couple. but are they really a couple? no, they're not.. not yet

after ordering their food, they went to sit at a table by the window. " so, how are your studies going? " aether started, " uuunghh.. can we not talk about school? let's talk about ourselves instead! " (Y/N) replied.

he laughed, " sure sure, what do you want to know? "

" well.... i noticed that you're always walking back home with your sister, lumine! and.. i was wondering- "

" haha, i thought we were going to talk about ourselves. not about my sister. " he cut her off. " she's related to you! it's the same thing! "

he deadpanned at her. " fine, fine! " she scoffs " if we're going to talk about ourselves then... "

aether titled his head a little bit in question.

founding the little action adorable, she can't help but let a bit of red appear across her cheeks. she coughs " uhh.. do you have anyone that you're crushing on?! " when he heard that question, it was as if his brain stopped working.

"uh.. uhh.. i... i..." aether stuttered, " you..? "

" of course! i-i mean.. maybe? probably? i do like them but i'm not sure if they also reciprocate my feelings.. " he smiled sadly, " oh, oh! well, that person is very lucky to be liked by you! i hope they return your feelings! " she said, a little too quickly.

" i do hope so. what about you though? "

" me! ... right, me. umm, i don't think i like anyone for me but there's.. there's this boy.. " his heart dropped, " he's really cute! and nice, like! like, he's really nice to everyone and i like that about him. when he was walking through the halls with his earphones on too, i really can't get any confidence to talk to him though.. " aether was listening to his crush talking about another boy.

" that's.. he sounds like an amazing guy! " she nodded quickly as to agree with him, " well, i hope you talk to him because he is really a lucky guy to have you. " he smiled. " i will, i will talk to him. thanks, aether! "

" your welcome. "

as they left the café, they both had agreed to walk around the park.

there was a comfortable silence between them, each thinking about their own crush. stopping under a maple tree..

" (Y/N). " he began, " yes, aether? "

the sound of his name rolling out of her mouth made him melt inside.

staring directly in her eyes lovingly, " i really want you to know that, i.. i really like you. do you want to go on.. a date! with me? " the expression she made as she was comprehending his words shouldn't have a lot of effects on him. finally, she started

" you..! me? you like me?! oh my god, i.. yes, yes i do want to go on a date with you! " he smiled sweetly as he watched her blush redden.

wrapping one of his hands around her waist, another resting on her cheek. " can i..? ", she looked up and nodded.

as they kissed under a maple tree.

˚꒰ ෆ◞˚ notes: thanks for reading! i hope you enjoy it jskajdjakda, i reread it multiple times but i still think it sucks :( omg im embarrassed

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jkstompers · 3 years

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just to study | jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

summary: your seat partner asks if you’re free after class, just to study.

genre: fluff, college!au, established friendship, flirtationship, mutual pining, they go to a ‘frat’ party together, also yugyeom! a sweetheart<3 we love him.

warnings: mature!!, mentions of alcohol + alcohol consumption, mentions of sex, strong language, SEXUAL TENSION, mentions of dick sucking??, hints of a wet dream on oc’s end, very strong urges to kiss each other but no kisses today </3, that’s pretty much it!

word count: 7.4k (i...kinda went overboard)

authors’ note: hello!! this is a pt. 2 to sleepyhead! it’s based a few weeks after so yeah <3 also the pacing is kind of weird but… i don’t really know how being drunk is so............(＞人＜) i’m sorry about that! one scene was inspired by this post haha it was just so cute to think about i had to do it. ALSO i literally haven’t taken anatomy since high school so i just used random terms from quizlet T_T pls excuse that as well! but otherwise, enjoy!!!!!!!!! (っ^_^)っ

(if u see any typos...ignore them pls T_T)

side note: imagine jk looking like this when he goes to the party lmao classic fboy look with the camo bomber and his piercings ugh <3

banner pic creds here ! <3

you made it to class on time today, woke to your alarm and even had enough time to eat breakfast before you came. in a particularly good mood, you made your way up the stairs to the row jungkook was sitting in, hoping that the seat next to him was empty (you didn’t have to hope, jungkook always saved the seat next to him for you, no matter what.)

“good morning, ___!” jungkook’s voice greets you the same as always as soon as you appear next to him. he moves his bag out of the way for you to sit down.

he looks especially cute today. his long floppy hair framing his face, his sweet smile beaming up to you. you wonder how dumb you looked drooling over him for a minute before you replied, “hi jungkook, how are you?” with the same smile on your face that you show him every time he sees you. it never changes, but it never fails to make jungkook’s heart skip a beat.

“i’m doing okay, you?” he answers while you pull out your laptop.

you didn’t have a chance to reply before your professor starts talking. informing the class about the test that’s planned at the end of the month, finals in two months, and then dropping the bomb that there’s a quiz tomorrow about the things you’ve learned in the past week. a slight panic takes over you, although you didn’t know why, you understood what he was teaching and you were retaining all of the information well. but when the professor pulls up all the information on the screen to review it all, all of the words and pictures overwhelm you.

to make things worse, jungkook is to your left, not paying attention to a word your professor is saying. instead, playing some game where he has to click his touchpad an obnoxious amount of times. your attention is split between jungkook’s erratic tapping and the notes that the professor projects onto the screen, even though his computer barely made any noise, his incessant movement was distracting you.

“jungkook, you’re taking notes and playing a game?” your voice comes out as a rushed whisper. there’s a snort that comes from him before he nods. you couldn’t be mad at him. “there’s a quiz on all of this tomorrow, you know?”

“i know,” he continues to tap and click, the motion growing incredibly annoying. you didn’t know why you couldn’t have just tried to block it out, but he was just so close to you and admittedly, you looked at his hands, a lot. the way that his fingers tapped against his keyboard and his veins that accentuate his already beautiful hands, it was free art you could look at, how could you not? at this point, you’re contemplating holding his hand to make him stop tapping.

you were in the middle of typing when he finally stops, leaning back and stretching his arms up into the air. you let out a sigh of relief, until he starts again. apparently he reached the next level on his game, tapping even faster, if that was even fucking possible.

quietly, you groan. turning your attention solely on him. you place your hand on top of his, the tapping ceasing almost immediately. “please, jungkook, you’re distracting me.”

he looks at your hand before he looks at you, his chocolate doe eyes wide to the action. he gulps, “sorry.”

you remove your hand, focusing back to the presentation. jungkook feels the heat from his cheeks travel to his hand. the feeling of your hand on his wasn’t something he was expecting to experience today, but he wants nothing more than for you to do it again. he exits the game tab and changes his focus to the lecture.

or moreso, you focusing on the lecture.

you look so cute. your cheek pressed up against your fist. he stares at the way that your forehead creases in concentration. he taps on your arm that’s resting on the table, “hey, you look like you’re stressed out.”

you turn your head slightly to look over to him. “that’s because i am,” you send him a quick smile before you go back to looking at the projection.

he furrows his eyebrows, “why? you’re smart, there’s no need to worry about what you get on this.” you were an a+ student, never anything less than that. jungkook knows that you ace every test that you take, so he doesn’t quite understand why you’re so stressed.

“because jungkook,” you groan. you expected a lot from yourself, sure b’s were okay, but a’s and a+’s were what you wanted and what you thought would make you feel satisfied. there was no way you could explain this without sounding like an overachiever. so you just sigh, “i’m just not really prepared.”

jungkook thinks of the perfect way to spend more time with you, snapping his fingers before suggesting, “we should study together after class, studies show that studying with someone else will give you an a+, guaranteed.” the confidence in his voice makes you smile, and helps you ease up a little bit.

you raise an eyebrow, a laugh creeping up from your lungs. “source for that statistic, sir?”

he taps his right temple, the gesture making you snort. “no but seriously, i’ll help you out,” he assures. his laptop turns towards you to show you all the notes he took, different words highlighted and colored differently.

you act like you think about it, staying quiet for a minute or so. but you know the answer was yes no matter what. “just to study?” you tease. jungkook raises his eyebrows in surprise, an amused smile on his face, “just kidding, we can go to mine? i owe you for the ride you gave me like two weeks ago.” you tap your fingers against your laptop nervously, your teeth taking in your bottom lip as you ask. you haven’t had a guy over to your apartment, not since you’ve moved in. there’s a certain anxiousness that comes with the suggestion.

jungkook nods, “sounds good.”

“okay, again.” you brush your hair behind your ears, preparing yourself once more for another pass of the flashcards. the two of you have been at it with these cards for the past hour or so, you were determined to get these right no matter how long it took. jungkook knew you were gonna get it down, you only had three more cards, these ones specifically stumping you.

“aponeuroses,” he looks at the card and then to you.

“connective tissue that forms a broad sheet which attach muscle to bone or muscle to other muscles,” you speak confidently. jungkook nods, moving onto the next card of the set of three.

“endomysium,” he reads the card. you hesitate on this one for a second, he plays with the corner of the card until you snap your fingers.

“that’s the connective tissue surrounding the… the— uh, oh! muscle fiber?” your brain works extra hard. jungkook rewards you with another nod, flipping to the last card.

“fascia.”

“dense connective tissue,” you begin, pausing to think of the rest of the answer. you start biting your thumb nail, knowing there’s more to it but it’s not coming to your brain quick enough.

jungkook just stares, watching your facial expressions as you search for the answer in your brain. this could be the worst crush he’s ever had, he thinks you’re cute when you’re just sitting there, thinking. he doesn’t remember ever liking someone this much, most of the time his crushes went away after a few weeks or so. but it’s almost been an entire year since he’s started crushing on you, and it still hasn’t stopped. you still manage to find a way to make his thoughts surround you.

“separates and holds individual tissues? it’s the one that extends into the tendons, right?” you perk up after a minute or so. your brain finally coming up with the answer. you blame jungkook’s presence for slowing you down. maybe you shouldn’t have accepted this offer to study together, because how could you focus when jeon jungkook is sitting right in front of you?

“you’re amazing,” he praises, setting the flashcards down onto the table. you blush at the compliment, jungkook takes notice, but he doesn’t mind, he thinks pink is pretty on you. he’s never wanted to kiss your cheeks as much as he did now, and trust, he’s thought about it many, many times. “all done?” he asks after staring at you for the longest time.

you nod, “just gonna highlight these terms to review them later so i can get it down 100%.”

jungkook watches as you diligently reread your notes and highlight them. an apple on the table taking his attention away for a second when he realizes he hasn’t eaten at all today. he takes a bite, the loud crunch noise seemingly startling the both of you. it makes you turn your head and raise an eyebrow towards him.

“sorry,” he chews, “hungry.”

your stare lingers a little longer than you wanted it to. his cheeks are full of apple, you can’t help but laugh a little. “there’s still the sticker on it,” you point out.

he turns the apple around to see the blue sticker. peeling it off, he holds it on his fingertip, an idea sprouting in his mind to see that sweet smile of yours again. so he places the sticker on your cheek, your gaze moving from your screen to him and then to the fruit sticker now stuck onto your cheek. “get it? ‘cause you’re sweet like this apple is,” he smiles.

oh my god. you blush embarrassingly, your entire face flushed pink as you hide your cheeks behind your hands. he laughs at your reaction. jungkook was feeling bold today, so he moves forward, gently taking your hands away from your face to see the cute pink tint he caused. he sits back, admiring your pretty face.

you feel yourself burning hotter and hotter the longer he stares, looking everywhere but his face, too scared to make eye contact. you look back to your computer screen, “um— there’s pasta in the fridge— if you’re hungry, i made it last night.” you offer, but he declines politely, telling you that he has to leave pretty soon because his friends are expecting him to join them today.

begrudgingly, you watch as jungkook packs his things up. he thinks about how content he felt hanging out with you today, and how he wanted to do it again, as soon as possible. a thought pops into his head before he opens the door to leave. he turns on his heel.

you weren’t expecting the sudden turn, accidentally bumping into his chest. “oof! sorry.”

“it’s alright,” he laughs, helping you steady yourself by holding your shoulders. “i just wanted to ask— uh, my friends are throwing a party tomorrow night, do you— do you wanna come?” his words come out jumbled, jungkook never fails to trip on his words whenever he’s near you.

tomorrow night...it’s a friday tomorrow, the quiz is tomorrow, why the fuck not? a stress reliever from all the studying you’ve done. “sure,” you answer after a minute or so of deliberation. you look up at him with a smile, suddenly realizing how close the two of you are.

your eyes flicker between his eyes and his lips, the close proximity makes you hold your breath. “great! i can pick you up? be your DD?” he quirks his head, a smile that matches yours on his face.

you nod, “yeah, i’d like that.” with that, jungkook takes a step back, widening the space between you both as his right hand goes to hold the strap of his bag.

“okay, i’ll text you the details.” before he turns around, turning the knob of your front door and letting himself out. before the door closes, he sends you a wave, one which you reflect as he pulls the door closed. you move up and lock the door, your forehead resting against the cold metal slab.

you wonder if this crush will ever advance into something more. neither of you really push the agenda, most of the time just cutely flirting with each other and only talking to each other during class. maybe this party will be a chance to further the bond the two of you have. you could only wish that you could drop this nervous shield that pops up everytime you’re around him, but jungkook is just so cool. the campus heartthrob, everyone wants to be him or be with him.

for the rest of the day, jungkook seems to occupy your mind, as he always does. when you get to sleep, the fantasies of jungkook’s lips on yours drift you into a deep sleep, one that eventually leads to a dream that has you rubbing your thighs together. his hands were all over your body, his cologne that you were so familiar with tormenting your nose, it all felt too real. so when you woke up to the sound of your alarm, sweat beaded at your hairline. you took deep breaths, cementing the fact that he isn’t here, and he certainly isn’t doing those things with you right now.

it was not helping that you dreamt of him sexually on the day of your quiz, the one that you were immensely stressing over. now, you’re gonna have to walk into class, act normal around jungkook even though your brain produced pornographic images of him, (it’s not the first time, but it’s the first time you’ve had to face him right after it happened) and ace this quiz.

you tried almost everything you could to have cleared your brain of your dream sequence. taking a shower, eating breakfast, studying once more, etc. but when you’re walking into the lecture hall, flashes of the dream and the sound of his imagined moan echo in your mind.

you walk up the stairs with your eyes down, not sure if you could make eye contact with jungkook without turning red. “hey, ___, good morning!” the familiar voice greets you.

“morning,” you reply, dryly. taking the seat next to him and silently taking your laptop out, waiting for the professor to start the quiz. jungkook seemed a bit taken aback by your cold answer, but he took into account that you’re probably just super nervous and stressed out because of the quiz, so he doesn’t take it too personally. instead, just sitting back in his chair and waiting patiently to take the quiz as well.

at this point, you were psyching yourself out, swearing that you already forgot all of the terms. if you were quizzed on the parts of male anatomy, specifically jungkook’s, then maybe you could ace it, but the terms that you were working oh so hard to memorize yesterday slip from your mind. when the professor tells you to separate and start the quiz, you start to bite your thumb nail again.

jungkook takes a look over at you, noticing the bad habit of yours. he gently takes a hold of your arm, pulling your thumb away from your teeth. the action causing you to make eye contact with him and his big doe eyes that hold so much love and light. you find yourself a bit speechless then, too many thoughts running around in your mind.

he whispers, “you’ll do great, okay?” the statement soothing your nerves. his voice somehow makes your body relax, even though you thought you would freak out if you made any sort of contact with him.

“you— you too, good luck,” you mutter. a half smile on your face. you were grateful that jungkook broke you out of your trance, his words of encouragement suddenly placing you in the testing state of mind. the images from last night's dream seem to put themselves away for now.

the next twenty minutes are complete silence. everyone focused on the questions before them. of course, you zoomed through the quiz, prepared for the trick questions and the harder ones that come up. jungkook finishes after you. it wasn’t a surprise, jungkook didn’t even have to try, you swear you’ve never seen him stress out before. nobody was perfect, you believed that, but jeon jungkook was the closest to it.

“okay, class! the quiz will be graded by tonight hopefully, you’re free to leave,” your professor alerts the class. jungkook waits patiently until you’re standing, following you down the stairs and out the door.

you decide to speak first, since you greeted him with such a dry response this morning. it wasn’t his fault that you dreamed of him on top of you, so why were you punishing him for it? “how’d you think you did?” you asked, turning to look at him.

he shrugs, “good i guess, i think i fucked up on one or two questions.”

“was it the striation part? i think i messed up on that one too.”

he shakes his head, “you know you aced that, don’t lie.”

you stay silent, the two of you walking to the campus parking lot. neither of you engage in conversation as you usually do. the images of last night’s dream slipping into your consciousness once again. you try to shake your head, to rid yourself of the thoughts. nothing else to distract you from them because jungkook was oddly silent the entire walk. you fear that he can actually read your mind and see all of your thoughts. if he could, he doesn’t mention it. not saying one word to you until he walks you to your car, greeting you with a ‘see you next class!’ before leaving to go to his car. not even mentioning the party to you, you start to wonder if he regrets inviting you. up until you heard your phone ring when you parked in the lot of your apartment complex.

[10:24 am] jungkook: hey! forgot to remind u about the party 😫

[10:24 am] jungkook: ur still down to come, right?

[10:28 am] you: hi! yeah :)

[10:28 am] you: is there a dress code or smth? haha

[10:29 am] jungkook: not that i know of 😂

[10:30 am] jungkook: u can wear anything u want

[10:30 am] jungkook: ur cute whatever u wear

[10:31 am] you: oh stop it jeon ur making me blush

[10:32 am] you: but tell me :( should i wear something casual? pants? a dress?

[10:34 am] jungkook: 😂

[10:34 am] jungkook: it’s kind of like a frat party…

[10:35 am] jungkook: so anything is okay

[10:37 am] you: ah okay

[10:37 am] you: i’ll surprise u then ;)

[10:40 am] jungkook: alright :)

[10:41 am] jungkook: i’ll come by around 9 to pick u up? sound good?

[10:42 am] you: yeah! gives me enough time to nap and get ready lol

[10:44 am] jungkook: great :) see u then cutie

you wake up from your nap around one, you had more than enough time for you to get ready for a party. so you decide to clean your apartment first, little chores to waste time before you get yourself dolled up. when you finished, it was around seven thirty. you washed your face, brushed your teeth, all that good stuff before sliding on a simple black bodycon that you got last summer. styling your hair and spraying on your favorite perfume before looking at yourself in the mirror. this wasn’t too much, right? lots of people wear stuff like this to frat parties, so you didn’t find it too fancy. the notification sound from your phone goes off, you move to check and see if it was who you were expecting.

[8:54 pm] jungkook: i’m here :)

[8:54 pm] you: ahh gimme a sec i need to pee haha

[8:55 pm] jungkook: take ur time cutie

[8:56 pm] jungkook: i’m right in front

jungkook only really had to wait about five minutes. the visual of you walking out of your apartment doors, looking the way you did, was breathtaking. his jaw drops, mouth slightly agape as he watches you walk up to his car through the passenger window. you are so gorgeous. it’s probably the first time jungkook’s seen you in clothes that really compliment your figure, most of the time you show up to class in hoodies and sweaters. so greedily, he takes in the way the dress hugs your curves deliciously. he shakes the thoughts from his head to get out of the car and open the door for you.

“what a gentleman,” you tease, getting into the car.

he joins you soon after, “you look...gorgeous.” jungkook doesn’t seem so shy now, his eyes taking in your beautiful self.

“thank you,” you blush under his stare. “is it too much?”

“no! no— not at all, all eyes will be on you tonight.” he smiles, turning the car on. now you were able to gawk over him. a simple outfit, all black with a black and white camo bomber. his side profile is perfect, his long hair draping over his face so gracefully and his piercings somehow sparkling in the dark of the car.

he doesn’t drive too far, somewhere in the suburbs where the big houses are. a huge iron gate in the front, seemingly too fancy for a frat party setting. jungkook rolls his window down to greet someone waiting in front of the gate with a couple of other guys.

“jeon! you’re late dude,” one of the guys gives him a handshake through the window.

“sorry man, i’m here now though,” jungkook laughs. the guy giving him the greenlight and opening the gate for him, jungkook parks inside on their stone driveway, decorated with a fountain and a beautiful garden.

“your friend lives here?” you inquire, impressed by the look of the place.

he nods, “fancy right? his parents are ceo’s.” makes sense, and it would also make sense as to why they were throwing a frat party here, rich sons always seem to stir up trouble whenever they’re bored.

he steps out of the car to open the door for you, always a gentleman. he takes your hand and helps you out, the two of you walking to the huge open double doors. as soon as you walk in, the smell of alcohol hits your nose, you try your best not to cringe. the blare of the speakers is the second thing you notice, along with the shouting of jungkook’s friends greeting him. “who’s this?” one of them asks, referring to you.

jungkook seems to hesitate at first, not really knowing how to introduce you. he settles by saying, “this is ___!” not attaching any ‘friend’, ‘classmate’, or anything to the introduction. his friend holds his hand out to shake yours.

you take it with a smile on your face, “i’m yugyeom, it’s nice to meet you!” a smile that reflects yours is on his face, it made you feel welcome. you were never really the type to go to parties, your time is spent working and/or going to school, but this interaction helps you ease up a little more.

“hello, yugyeom!” you reply, shouting over the music.

“do you wanna take a shot?” he asks. pointing to the enormous kitchen where they’re housing all the alcohol, you look to jungkook first who’s paying more attention to his phone rather than the conversation you were just having.

you shrug, “why not?”

yugyeom leads the two of you to the kitchen, jungkook following behind you blindly. he looks up from his phone, done with whatever business he was dealing with to ask, “where are we going?”

“taking a shot,” you answer, pointing to yugyeom who’s already pouring three shots.

“dude, i’m not drinking, don’t pour three.” jungkook tries to stop him before he fills up the third shot glass but his arm knocks yugyeom’s in the process, the bottle spilling the clear liquid into the third shot glass.

“i’ll take two,” you suggest, feeling a bit wild and down to venture out of your comfort zone.

yugyeom smiles at this, “i like her, jeon.” he hands you the two shot glasses full of vodka, jungkook stands next to you and watches as you down the first shot. your face cringing as soon as the alcohol touches your tongue.

“you didn’t even give her a chaser,” jungkook notices, scolding yugyeom who's already downed his shot and is sucking on a lime. “here, suck,” holding a slice of lime up to your lips. his choice of words disorienting you, especially since he was holding the lime up to your mouth instead of just handing it to you. your eyes flicker between the lime and his face, but nevertheless, you suck. sinking your teeth into the sour fruit. jungkook’s eyes zeroed in on how your lips wrap around the slice, slightly grazing his fingers. it’s not long before you’re making a cute scrunched up face from the sourness. “good,” he praises. you don’t deny the slight burn your lower belly felt when he said that to you. you swear he was making sex eyes to you, but you couldn’t tell. he broke eye contact with you soon after, throwing the fruit into the trash below the table that the alcohol was perched on.

yugyeom hands you another lime for your second shot, this time no jungkook to hold the fruit for you. the second shot burning down your throat with the lime chasing after, both yugyeom and jungkook cheer, congratulating you for being a trooper (even though two shots were their warmups).

the next hour or so, jungkook brings you around. he introduces you to his friends and making conversation with them. one certain group, you didn’t really enjoy. a group of five girls, clearly swarming jungkook as soon as he turned around from talking to another one of his friends. the girls ask how he’s been doing, all of the basic conversation starters. when jungkook tries to introduce you, they all turn to you and give you a little head nod before turning their attention back to jungkook. he stands there, conversing with them longer than he had with any of his other friends, and you found yourself getting, hm, jealous.

so you search around the room crowded room, looking for some way out. your eyes spot yugyeom in the backyard through the huge sliding doors, sitting on one of those lawn chairs with the one next to him empty. you decide to leave the group you were currently getting pushed out of and join yugyeom. he notices you when you step onto the grass, trying your best not to sink into the dirt with your heels. “you doing alright? where’s jungkookie?” he asks, sitting up.

you plop down onto the lawn chair next to him. “he’s in there,” you point to the house, “with five girls.”

the last bit of the sentence makes him laugh, a cackle where he holds his stomach because he was laughing so hard. “do you want a shot?” he offers after he recovers from his fit, pulling a tequila bottle out from nowhere.

but you agree, “two, please.” he fills the two shot glasses, but not completely like he did with the vodka earlier. there were no limes, or any type of chaser for you to take around, so you take the two shots like ripping off a band-aid, quick.

“you’re a funny girl,” yugyeom compliments when you’ve downed the shots.

“thanks?” you cough, the feeling of the alcohol still burning your nose and throat, “what did i say that was funny?”

“i think it’s because i’m tipsy, but that joke you made about jungkook being with five girls was hilarious.” he slaps his knee, almost making himself laugh up a storm again, but you weren’t laughing.

you raised an eyebrow, speaking with a serious tone. “it wasn’t a joke, he’s in there with five girls.”

yugyeom tries to collect himself, sitting properly on the lawn chair when he asks you to clarify, “you mean he’s fucking them? or he’s talking to them?”

you’re silent for a second before replying, why did you say it like he was in there fucking them? maybe it’s because he might as well be, so engrossed in whatever the hell they were saying to even notice that you were gone. “just talking to them,” you reply.

“that’s what i thought, jungkook isn’t like that anymore,” yugyeom nods his head, pouring another shot out for you.

“anymore?” you ask. he hands you the shot, you hesitate this time, starting to feel the effects of the first four shots you took. he doesn’t push you to take it. he just leans back onto the lawn chair as he sighs.

“you could say he’s retired,” he shrugs.

the term makes you laugh, “...a retired fuckboy?” you sit back into the lawn chair as well, looking up to the night sky. the shot glass forgotten on the table next to you. your body feels like it’s floating.

“yeah, he hasn’t really been doing stuff like that recently,” yugyeom spills. you stay quiet after he feeds you this information. yugyeom offhandedly telling you that you shouldn’t be jealous makes you feel guilty. why were you even jealous? jungkook was technically still just a friend to you. just because the two of you flirt every now and then doesn’t mean you’re together. of course he would be surrounded by girls, just look at him!

“there you are! i was looking all over for you,” jungkook interrupts your inner monologue. his voice comes from across the lawn, you look up to see him walking over to you and yugyeom.

“hi, jungkookie,” you smile up at him. the alcohol having more of an effect on you the longer you let it sit in your stomach.

he almost freezes up at the nickname, looking over to yugyeom and asking, “did you tell her to call me that?”

yugyeom holds his hands up in innocence, “i didn’t tell her to do anything, she’s like five or six shots deep though.”

you take the shot that was forgotten on the table and down it. “six,” you clarify.

“alright, slow down, iron liver,” jungkook jokes. yugyeom stands from the lawn chair, receiving jungkook’s telepathic signals to get the fuck up to he could talk and hang out with you.

“play beer pong with me later, ___! i’m gonna go look for eunwoo,” yugyeom points to you, giving you a thumbs up before leaving the backyard and moving into the house.

“feeling okay? think you might throw up soon?” jungkook asks, replacing yugyeom in the chair next to you.

“feel like i’m surfing, you know? like wavy,” you answer. the feeling was hard to explain, you weren’t dizzy but at the same time your brain was telling you to stop moving, even though you were completely still.

“ah, you’re getting there,” jungkook snorts. you didn’t have much willpower to answer, so the two of you sit there in a comfortable silence before a group of people coming towards, all greeting jungkook and you. they offer you a red cup, despite your current predicament. leaning against the chair and your droopy eyes, telling them that you’ve taken too many shots. a lightweight at her peak.

jungkook tries to deny it for you, but with a smile, you accept the cup. it was filled with the fancy mixed alcohol juice they had. “thank you,” you place the cup onto the table, “i’ll drink it.... later..” your words begin to draw themselves out. jungkook somehow finding a way to make the entire group leave, making it just the two of you again.

“give it to me, you’re starting to slur your words.” his hand is open, laying on the table and waiting for you to surrender the cup.

your eyes flicker from the red cup, to his face, then to his hand. a smirk on your face when you hold the cup up to your lips, tilting it back and drinking the cursed juice. you weren’t able to down it all, it was too much, you drank maybe ⅔ of it. you cough, taking in a deep breath as you try to steady yourself.

you weren’t sure if it was because you were drunk, but the way that his face looks in the moonlight was so pretty. so you just had to tell him. leaning forward, you speak, almost a whisper, “you’re so handsome.” you drag your finger across the expanse of jungkook’s hand. “did you know i have no gag reflex?” you smile, not your typical sweet smile that he’s used to, but a devilish grin.

jungkook’s eyes widen, his cheeks flushing immediately at your remark. “alright, you drank way too much.” he takes the red cup from your hands, dumping it out onto the grass in front of you both.

“hey, i wasn’t done,” you pout, but jungkook didn’t give you much time to mourn your spilled drink before he was holding your arm, lifting you from the lawn chair you were sitting on. “where are we going?” you ask, trailing behind him with your hand in his.

“gonna get you some water and something to eat,” he answers. the two of you move through the house, jungkook pushes through groups of people and makes sure you’re safe behind him.

“i have to pee.” you tip toe to tell him your emergency in his ear. he stops at the stairs, knowing a bathroom where no one else goes. his friend specifically telling him to use that bathroom when they have parties because the other ones get way too gross.

he brings you up the stairs to the guest bedroom, opening the door to reveal one of the biggest rooms you’ve seen. “the bathroom is there,” jungkook points to the door on the left. you nod, your wobbly legs making their way to the toilet.

jungkook sits on the bed patiently, waiting for you to finish. he hears the flush and the sound of the sink running, the door opens and you’re coming out of the bathroom, pulling your dress down. “are we gonna have sex?” you utter, slurring the end of your sentence. your alcohol poisoned mind taking over your ability to speak.

his eyes widen at the question. “no! no— oh my god, this is just the room with the cleanest bathroom, we’re not—“

you’re next to him now, “you don’t want to?” you pout. glassy eyes looking into his.

“no! i mean, yes, i want to but— fuck, just— just not now, yeah?” jungkook stumbles over his words, his face blushing a blood red. your pretty face peering up at him makes him even more flustered, his hands start to sweat.

“okay,” you nodded. your drunken brain deciding to stop the interrogation of jungkook’s desire for you. to which jungkook lets out a sigh of relief, taking your hand and bringing you out of the room, down the stairs, and out into the driveway. he brings you to his car, opening the passenger door for you. “wait, are we leaving already? yugyeomie wants me to play beer pong with him,” you complain, wiggling your hand from his grasp.

goosebumps appear on your arm when you make it outside of the house. jungkook notices when he turns around to look at you. without a second thought, he takes his jacket off and places it over your shoulders. the newfound warmth shielding you from the cold night. he didn’t mind the breeze, especially since he was still recovering from the stunt you pulled in the guest room.

“we can come back later if you want, let’s just go grab something to eat first so you won’t regret this tomorrow morning.” his explanation is pretty solid according to your drunken brain, so you oblige, moving to sit in his passenger seat.

he joins you in the driver’s seat not long after. “can we get mcdonald’s?” you ask as soon as he sits down.

a smile appears on his face as he starts the car, “sure.”

the drive made you feel a little dizzy, it makes you laugh. “you okay?” jungkook asks, but you nod your head. he’s so sweet, always asking if you’re okay, making sure you weren’t feeling too awful, etc. it only makes sense that you were falling head over heels for him.

“totally fine,” you look over to him with a smile on your face. he’s so fucking pretty, his side profile is something you could rave about for days. as he’s pulling into the mcdonald’s drive through, he’s talking into the intercom, ordering the two of you something to eat when you’re suddenly mumbling, “mcflurry, kookie, oreo mcflurry.”

he looks back to you, an amused smile on his face, “oreo mcflurry?” he repeats. you nod, “okay, anything for you.”

he reiterates the request into the intercom and the server gives him the greenlight. he drives forward and waits until the next car moves up, in the time being, he looks to you. your head laying up against the door and your eyes slowly blinking, warning him that you might fall asleep. so he reaches into his backseat, his arm looking for the water bottles that he usually keeps in his car.

“hey,” he taps your arm gently, “drink some of this first.” he hands you the water bottle, you blink slowly, trying to figure out what he was handing you. once you realize it was a water bottle, you take it, opening it and gulping some of the water down. jungkook is grabbing the food when you’re screwing the cap back on. he parks somewhere in the parking lot and tells you to start eating.

you grab your mcflurry first, the feeling of the cold ice cream on your tongue soothing your dizzy brain. “yum,” you think out loud.

jungkook laughs, taking out his hamburger while he takes out your chicken nuggets. “make sure to eat some of this, yeah? don’t want you throwing up and hating me.”

the thought makes you smile. jungkook was taking such great care of you. sure, he let you down the alcohol like it was nothing, but you never opposed to it, always taking the shot because you wanted to. now jungkook is here, taking care of you, because he wanted to. you knew that if it were anybody else, they probably would have left you at the party, letting you fend for yourself. the sudden warmth in your chest makes you want to tell jungkook everything.

with his jacket wrapped around you instead of him, you can see the bulge of his arm muscles peek out from the short sleeved shirt he was wearing. even drunk, your brain seems to travel back to the images from your dream. “you know, i had a dream about you, a reeaaaallllllyyyyy dirty dream, jeon jungkook.” you blurt out the confession before your thoughts catch up with you, the alcohol still very much blocking off the common sense part of your brain.

he tries his best not to overreact, but you had a dream about him? a dirty dream at that? it awakens something in jungkook, but he pushes it down, ignoring the feeling as he asks, “you did? what was it about?” he curious as to what you meant and what your dream entailed, but he didn’t want to push too far. especially since you were drunk and most likely just spilling everything because your brain doesn’t have the willpower to hold it back.

you stick your hand into the bag to steal some fries, stuffing them in your mouth. “oh, you don’t wanna know,” you chew.

jungkook quirks a brow, “well, was i good at least?” he jokes.

you scrunch your nose, nodding nevertheless. “too good, couldn’t even focus during the quiz because of it.”

jungkook is silent for a second. the conversation making him hot even though he wasn’t wearing his jacket anymore. so he clears his throat, trying to change the subject in a subtle manner. “is that why you were so mean to me this morning?” he pouts, connecting the dots.

you laugh at the question, “sorry, i didn’t mean to, i swear.”

with that, the rest of the time is spent eating. jungkook makes sure that you ate enough and drank enough water, the empty water bottle in his cupholder as proof. “do you want me to take you home now?” he asks, the two of you finished eating and now a silence takes over the car.

“are you going back?” you ask, fiddling with your fingers. he thinks you’ve started to sober up, or maybe have gotten to the point where you just want to sleep.

he shakes his head to your question, “honestly, i’m kind of tired, but if you want to go back, we can go.”

“no, i’m okay,” you decline the offer. jungkook laughs, starting the car again and driving back to your apartment complex.

you take this time to try to get yourself together. you know you’ll regret confessing to jungkook that you had a wet dream about him in the morning. but in the moment, it felt right to confess, (to your drunken brain of course). you tilt your head back, pushing your head against the headrest, and suddenly, you’re reminded of the stars jungkook has on his ceiling. you were silent as you admired the lights, jungkook takes a look at you when he’s stopped at a red light.

so cute, he thinks, staring up at his ceiling like it’s the real night sky. when he pulls up to your apartment complex, he wishes the night could be longer, that he could spend more time with you. he parks the car in the front, exactly where he picked you up. you’re looking to him now, your hands in your lap and your heart seemingly beating three times as fast as it usually does. it wasn’t the alcohol.

“did you have fun tonight?” he asks. his voice never fails to make you melt.

you nod, “i did.”

“i’m glad,” he smiles. there’s a small silence before he speaks once more, “also, y’know, you don’t have to stress yourself out so much, i know you might have expectations for yourself and stuff, but you should give yourself a break from time to time.”

the alcohol’s effects fading slowly from your brain when you start to realize that the entire reason jungkook invited you out was to help you destress. it makes you fall even harder, he was so thoughtful. even though a party wasn’t your scene, he invited you to give you a glimpse into how he has fun and hoped that it would help you loosen up a bit. you were grateful for the mental break he provided you.

you didn’t reply, purely because you were thinking about how much you want to kiss him right now, but it wouldn’t be right. when he speaks up again, there’s a nervous lilt in his voice, scared that he’s overstepped. “if you need anyone to help you— i don’t know, let loose? you can— you can always call me.” he scratches the back of his neck.

but you try your best to reassure him, smiling at the offer. “i will, thank you for tonight, jungkook, i really enjoyed it, despite being a lightweight.”

he laughs, staring at the way your face cutely scrunches when you giggle. he too, is fighting the urge to kiss you, because right now isn’t a good time. he wants to do it right. he doesn’t want to fuck it up with you. so instead, he hops out of the car and moves to open the door for you. helping you out of the car and walking you to your door, your hand in his.

“i’ll see you in class?” you turn to face him, squeezing his hand.

he nods, “yeah.” his signature bunny smile coming out to greet you a goodnight. “text me before you sleep?” he requests. you give him a thumbs up before he’s letting go of your hand and you’re sticking the key into your door, it’s then that you realize that you’re still wearing his jacket.

“oh!” you exclaim, taking the jacket off and handing it to him. but he holds his hand out to stop you.

“keep it, you can give it to me the next time we hang out, or something,” he suggests. you try to hide the growing smile behind a nod.

you hold onto his jacket, “goodnight, jungkook.”

he sticks his hands in his pockets, sending you another grin, “goodnight, ___.”

jungkook drives home, his empty apartment welcoming him. he plops down onto his bed, not even bothering to change out of the clothes he was in because he was that tired. the events of today running through his mind.

he hopes you don’t think he was doing anything with those five girls. he saw you walk away when you did, he tried his best to escape the conversation, but they kept pulling him back. he gave up after ten tries of trying to get away, standing there for a good fifteen minutes listening to them babble about how much they missed him. jungkook had never rolled his eyes so many times in a conversation.

the talk the two of you had after was another thing taking over his mind. your dirty flirting and your dream you mentioned in the car had his imagination running all over the place. he didn’t want to push you when you explained, but he was very curious as to what he did in your dream, and how good it was for you to have it run through your mind all day.

his phone rings next to him. he turns and opens it, a smile on his face when he reads your message.

[12:32 am] you: hi jungkookieeeeeeeee

[12:33 am] you: im sleeping noww

[12:33 am] jungkook: alright cutie

[12:33 am] jungkook: goodnight! again 😂

[12:34 am] you: goodnight <3

he turns his phone off after that. looking up to his ceiling with a dumb smile on his face. his mind thinking of you and only you.

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greensaplinggrace · 3 years

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What Is There To Celebrate About the Darkling? (Part 4)

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He’s calculating but impulsive. Gentle yet firm. Stubborn and adaptive. Just a real mess of contradictions that makes him all the more interesting.

He loves nature. He loves the forest.

Fond of luxuries and nice things. After growing up as he did, I think he deserves them.

Very socially awkward. Introvert just trying his best. Anything that isn’t manipulation and therefore something he’s planned in his head is just a social train wreck waiting to happen.

The way he pushes up Alina’s sleeve when they first meet. This man had zero compunctions about acting completely unprofessionally in front of his soldiers and I think that’s very sexy of him.

He’s constantly tired and exasperated with the people around him.

The way he says “quiet” with the softest voice imaginable and a room full of laughter instantly goes silent.

He had no interest in Elizaveta even though she was utterly obsessed with him and I think that’s hilarious.

Elizaveta: I have a plan to resurrect the Darkling Everybody Else: Oh the Darkling is so evil for trying to come back! The Darkling, who just wants a nap and is sick of this mortal bullshit: Why am I even here? This is such a pain in the ass. I should have killed Elizaveta when I had the chance.

How he asks if Alina “will have” his name like a man proposing.

Has his bedroom attached to the war room.

Constantly checking up on Alina just to know how she’s doing. Never pushing her beyond her limits as she’s training.

Very creative with his shadows and the extent of their abilities. So many of the ways he uses his powers are genius.

His ending in RoW is a tragedy and an injustice. He deserves better.

This old man pouting at Alina in episode seven as he says “please, I just want to talk to you 🥺”

There is a black kefta made for Alina after like two days in the Little Palace. He really was already planning their entire immortal futures together as Mr. and Mrs. Starkov wasn’t he?

His bed is covered in maps and notes when he’s plotting how to find Alina. Also before that, the way he’s poring over the notes at his desk and giving orders is 👌🥵

Him acting like a real General at all is simply amazing.

The fact that he trusts Luda with his life. That they have a whole intimidation routine set up around him purposefully getting himself fatally injured knowing she’ll heal him.

He looks like a vampire in the show and a fae in the books.

His favorite ABBA song is probably “Lay All Your Love On Me.”

Looks composed but that’s only a façade. Is actually an unhinged feral terror of pain and misery.

That scene where he tells the king she will remain in the Little Palace to train undisturbed and he puts his foot down. ON THE RED CARPET. the king’s carpet. and uses a commanding voice that’s just on the edge of an order…I’m surprised he didn’t get flogged for that. IMO nothing conveys the fine line he walks with those in power while wielding his own like this scene. Literally he should just be celebrated for this alone.

“‘Why won’t you leave me alone?’ I whispered one night as he hovered behind me while I tried to work at my desk. Long minutes passed. I didn’t think he would answer. I even had time to hope he might have gone, until I felt his hand on my shoulder. “Then I’d be alone, too,” he said, and he stayed the whole night through, till the lamps burned down to nothing.

Trapped a bunch of Saints in the Shadow Fold like a true amoral disaster villain. What an icon.

His barely concealed amusement and half hidden smile when Alina comes to put his kefta on. The way he finds Alina utterly hilarious and tries so hard to act like he doesn’t.

That small amused smile when Alina jokes about finding Volcra hilarious. Please he’s so adorable 😭

“‘I know what you feel when you’re with the tracker,’ he said. ‘I doubt that’ He gave a dismissive wave.” - My Malarklina obsessed self, vibrating at the edge of my seat: but what does it mean?!?

Mal and the Darkling’s entire fight in the Fold: dumbass on dumbass violence.

The way he stands with his back turned to Alina when she enters his tent the first time they meet and then does the slowest Godfather turn in history. 1999/10 - points removed for a criminal lack of cat petting.

“I may lead the second army, but the king is still the king.” - the delivery of that line. the implications, the history behind it and also the foreshadowing for his plans.

That slow turn face reveal in episode one though. Like okay we get it you’re pretty alkjsdflkj

Confused Old Man Face™ whenever Mal or Alina do anything remotely defiant in his presence.

How he tells Alina to come closer and she only takes the tiniest step and he doesn’t even react.

His little head cock whenever someone says or does something that just doesn’t vibe with him.

Darklina tumblr has now convinced me that the Darkling is a cat in human form.

“You’re an amplifier,” she said. He glanced at where Sylvi was pouncing on another helpless tree, oblivious, and gave a single, frightened nod. How could he have been so stupid? He would have to tell his mother now, and she would insist that they leave right away. If word got out, they’d both be in danger. Amplifiers were rare, hard to find, harder to hunt. Their lives would be forfeit. Even if they got away, word would spread. He could already hear his mother’s voice: Foolish, careless, callous. If you don’t value your own life, show some concern for mine. Annika touched his sleeve. “It’s okay,” she said. “I won’t tell.” Panic crowded in. He shook his head. She slid her hand into his. It was hard not to pull away. He should. He was breaking his mother’s fundamental rule for keeping them both alive. Never let them touch you, she’d warned him. - 😥 I just want to give him a hug all the time.

His strangled shout when Mal tackles him off of the skiff.

His smile when he’s summoning the sun. The expression on his face when he does so. Like I know I’ve mentioned this before but damn. If you ever needed a reason to celebrate him, this would be it.

“Shame, I’ll have to give that speech again now.”

The way he flips Mal over his shoulder in the Fold after Mal attempts to strangle him.

His little lecture on the Small Science to Alina when they’re going to meet the King. Info dump.

“You make it sound so easy.” “A bird makes flight look easy. But it was born to do so.”

When Alina looks at him for guidance on whether or not to remove her veil and he gives her a small nod.

The handhold in the throne room after Alina’s demonstration is absolutely precious, but it’s in a room full of people he should be keeping up a façade for and it’s so unwarranted and yet he does it anyway, I’m-

The way he says “welcome home, Ms. Starkov,” in the most tender voice I’ve ever heard and then goes “ok that’s enough emotions for one day” and then just straight up leaves without even a goodbye.

He has his symbol?? Sewn into Alina’s kefta??? bRo???!?!

Disaster Simp never gets tired of introducing Alina to other people or talking about how she’s the best thing that ever walked this earth.

The Darkling lying: honestly

“I have devoted my life to undoing the great sin of my forebearer, but I am never seen as the solution. Only as a reminder of the problem.” Sasha you were literally the problem. What a manipulative little shit. We love to see it.

The way he closes his eyes and kisses the coin before he makes a wish at the wishing well.

“I think the Grand Palace is the ugliest building I’ve ever seen.” - I love him your honor.

This man has the most intense lines for Alina. Like straight up I would have booked it when he said “you and I are going to change the world”. But then the head grab?! “I’ve been waiting a long time for you.” He’s so intense like sir can you tone it down a bit please I am begging you.

“I shall be right by your side.” / “We can do anything. Together.” / “For us.” / “You cannot do this on your own. And neither can I” / “I want you to know my name. The name I was given, not the title I took for myself. Will you have it, Alina?” - WEDDING VOWS

That scene in the war room when Alina comes to find him and he instantly drops his guard and lowers his arms and welcomes her with a soft voice.

“Am I bothering you?” “Not at all.” - girl you could be stabbing him in the chest and you still wouldn’t be bothering him.

This whipped disaster sounds like the proudest man on the planet when he talks about how much more his enemies fear Alina over him.

His shadows react to his emotions.

“YoUr’E nOt IvAn.” asjlkdfjs god he’s so embarrassing.

Local Dark Lord Sasha offering Alina the throne after she literally tries to kill him.

He gets so jealous of Mal.

Has a great relationship with his soldiers and his men. His men trust him implicitly and believe him to be an amazing general.

When he turns around after Alina puts the kefta on him and looks flustered/has to take a breath because she’s a lot closer than he expected. The way he’s breathless and literally can’t string a sentence together because he’s so distracted by her closeness.

His jokes are absolutely terrible.

GF: *jokes about throwing herself down the stairs to get out of an event* Sasha “no thoughts head empty only Alina” Morozova: haha I’d just have my healers heal you right back up again.

How genuinely touched he is by Alina admitting to wanting to help Grisha and Ravkans.

That scene in Demon in the Woods when he notices the intricate details of the politics in the Grisha camp after one meeting with the Elders. He has the Ulle pegged almost instantly.

Born to be a leader. Born to take care of others. Born to protect. Even in Demon in the Woods he’s protecting people. Even in Demon in the Woods he’s leading them and caring for them.

The way he cups his hands around Alina’s face when they’re kissing.

This man gets so starstruck by Alina walking into the Fete that he doesn’t even excuse himself from the King’s side to go to her.

Long haired Aleksander rights!

Ok I know the wig was kind of ugly but he looks pretty with long hair and I think it would look very good on him naturally.

The way he slams his hands together in the Winter Fete scene and instantly turns the room pitch black.

Literally any times he summons shadows is a blessing and we should all celebrate him for it. They are so beautiful. On god if I ever saw his shadows in real life I would be awestruck.

He asks Mal if he’s okay when they first meet.

The pure, barely contained fury directed at the Conductor for daring to harm Alina and kidnap his Grisha.

He always has to make a grand entrance.

This man is like a bloodhound when it comes to Nina. He is very invested in finding her and I feel like that’s never really talked about.

“I know exactly how she felt. The King’s soldiers treated me the same way. Because they knew- they knew that I was more important than any of them.” - the way he says it, like it’s something he has to remind himself of in his head constantly. a justification for the way he’s been treated, the fear he evokes in others. a way to protect himself from the hurt of being ostracized and reviled. arrogance and conceit as a defense against emotional harm.

Also the way his face instantly changes after that, like he’s said too much. vulnerability. lowering his eyes. shifting his eyes. literally just everything about this scene makes me love him all the more.

Dark carriage rides up to the Crows’ hiding place. Grisha circle the area as Aleksander steps from the carriage slowly, dressed all in black, floofy cloak high on his shoulders. Villain Entrance™

Him slowly pulling a knife out of his chest like it shouldn’t have killed him is hot as fuck and also totally badass. Big dick energy.

“I’ve had enough of your lies.” “And what lies are those?” - Alina, pulling out a fifty mile long scroll of grievances: Well, for starters-

This man is literally just an Alina Starkov compliments machine.

He cares so much about the Grisha and their protection. He loves Ravka and his people so much.

He had an entire cult dedicated to him.

“They would approach him. They always did. But he felt more anxious than usual. He’d stopped trying to make friends in the places he and his mother visited—there was no point when they moved on so quickly. Now he wasn’t quite sure how to go about it.”

Save a Villain. Murder the King.

Openly admits to staging a coup like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

He speaks so slowly. He moves so slowly. Everything he does has to have Purpose and Gravitas.

Theater Nerd™

He knew Nikolai for years and yet couldn’t recognize him as Sturmhond. We do stan an oblivious icon 💕

The Darkling after he gets his ass whooped in Siege and Storm: Mom can you please come pick me up? I’m scared!

He’s here to manipulate sun summoners and murder cities. And unfortunately he’s all out of sun summoners.

Would absolutely get drunk on real alcohol. This man thinks kvas is strong liquor.

Has his wrists exposed exactly one time in the most skin he’s shown all season and it’s when Alina visits him at night in the war room. WHORE!

Was too emotionally slutty and fell for Alina. RIP.

He’s passionate and cold and beautiful and hurt and twisted up in ways nobody could ever hope to understand and he’s stunning.

I would literally kill for this man 🖤✨

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nikrangdan · 3 years

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classmate!sunghoon

pairing: classmate!sunghoon x female reader

genre: fluff, comedy

description: you felt like park sunghoon was way, WAY out of your league... what happens when the teacher tells him to move seats and sit next to you?

*didnt proofread

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becoming friends with park sunghoon was not something you expected to happen this year

throughout high school you had a small group of friends and never really stuck out

so when your teacher told sunghoon to move seats..

the seat happened to be the empty one next to..

guess who *cue the evil laugh*

YOU!!!!

your first thought was

‘this entire year is just gonna be him completely ignoring my existence or awkward interactions’

now you’ve heard of park sunghoon.... its basically a guarantee at your high school

he has this group of friends and theyre labelled as the popular kids i guess you could say

and the only reason he had to move seats in your two hour long class was because he and his friend jake goof off in class too often and your teacher deemed them “too distracting”

so eventually sunghoon was forced to move all the way across the classroom

right next to you

you were shocked to say the least

obviously he was handsome

too handsome to the point where you questioned how someone as good looking as him went to your school

he sighed and got up from his chair next to jake

but he still had a small smile remaining on his face indicating he wasnt that upset about him having to leave his friend

your heart began to beat quicker automatically as he walked towards your desk

even if you didnt have a crush on him like alot of people did, you still felt nervous around popular students like him for some reason

he ran his hand through his hair and sat down next to you, setting his bookbag on the floor next to him

he didnt look at you, nor acknowledge you

Awkward....

but nonetheless the lecture began again and the class sat in silence

taking notes on their laptops or sleeping

there were around 30 people in your class and your seat was in the middle row next to the window so you often gazed outside from the 2nd floor during class

you glanced to your right and noticed sunghoon slouched back in his seat, twirling around a pencil in his hand while his laptop remained open on his desk

it was just a white screen so he didnt take any notes

you were surpised because you knew he had fairly decent grades

you ignored your thoughts and continued taking your own notes

soon enough the bell rang and sunghoon stood up immediately and walked over to jake

‘yup’ you thought. ‘we are definitely not going to be having a single conversation this year.’

fast forward a couple days!!!!

you were sitting in class next to the boy

as normal

and you still have yet to talk to him.. mainly because you never initiated conversations ESPECIALLY when its a really really cute boy

anyways

ur teacher is like

Ok class im assigning a project and ur partner is the person sitting next to u

yay!!!!!! (can u sense the sarcasm)

welp

you sit in silence while everyone in the class starts discussing with their partners

the project is you have to make a presentation on a world issue of your choice

“um...” u start

sunghoon starts pulling out his laptop and binder

“what do you wanna do?”

he doesnt even look you

well!!!!!!

u didnt know sunghoon and his group of friends very well but u definitely thought they were more... friendly than this

its silent for like 5 seconds

“huh? oh sorry did you say something?”

“uh yeah.. i asked what you wanted to do for the project.”

“project?”

God u tried so hard not to laugh

you think he noticed because his cheeks turned a really light shade of pink

he looked so innocent

“yeah we have to make a presentation” you lightly chuckled

he was very amusing without even trying

“oh sorry haha.. i zone out easily”

“its okay.. but its due in less than 2 weeks so”

so you two spent the next hour choosing a topic and working on the project

it was kind of awkward for the first 10 minutes but then you warmed up to eachother

u were lucky that he was an extrovert too

(sunghoon is an extrovert for the sake of this story OK)

u were also lucky that he was smart

it was easy for you to talk to him.. he just felt comfortable

contrary to ur prior belief.. sunghoon was actually a really really cool guy

u used to think he was just a guy

now u think hes a really really cool guy

“can you please stop putting penguin clip art on the slides” you giggle

then he puts parrot clip art instead

“do your work!!!!” he was supposed to keep researching but he was trying to balance his pen on his nose

“shhh y/n... im doing something important.”

you roll your eyes

he was always doing something that was Not work

but you found it entertaining

and he’d make dumb little jokes that made you both hide your faces in your arms on top of the desk to hide your laughter

“hey y/n”

“what”

“what do you call an old snowman”

“i dunno.. snowgramps”

“no.. water”

you both made eye contact before bursting into laughter and then forcing yourselves to be quiet before u got in trouble

but that made everything funnier so you both were just covering your faces while trying so hard not to make a sound

this was so weird

u have never clicked with someone so fast before it honestly felt exciting

you were talking to sunghoon as if you’d been friends with him since birth

Very Very weird because you had only talked to him an hour ago and now u two are acting like besties ?!?!

jake noticed from across the room too

hes like ‘Why is sunghoon having fun without me🙄🙄’

the bell rings and so far you only have 2 slides

“we didnt get anything done” you note as you pack your bag

“yeah yeah i know. we can work on it more tomorrow”

“right.. see you tomorrow” you’re about to head out until jake walks up

“hey bro” he and sunghoon do some kind of made up handshake before he turns to look at you

now you know jake

everyone knows jake

you used to think he was the sweetest out of all their friend group

and he definitely lives up to that!!!

“hey y/n!” he gives u a smile

AWE hes so adorable

“hi” u reply

you were trying to speed up this conversation though so you could go eat lunch with your friend

“hows the project going?” he asks

“bad. sunghoon doesnt know how to do anything.” you deadpanned jokingly

sunghoon looks at you with an offended look that makes you wanna snort

“hey! you’re the one who doesn’t know how to add text to the slide!”

“what the hell sunghoon?! don’t tell him that, it’s embarrassing!” you give him a dirty look before walking out the classroom door with a smile on your face

days passed and you and sunghoon would only speak during that class but whenever you did it would be a mess

“sunghoon, y/n, quiet down! there is no reason for my classroom to be this loud!” your teacher scolds you two after sunghoon slapped his desk after you accidentally snorted

u two had such a weird relationship

u were almost strangers outside this one class but besties when u were in it

jake noticed too

one time he asked sunghoon during lunch why ur relationship was what it was

“i dont know.. thats just how we are” he answered

but jake kind of suspected sunghoon had a crush on u

*wiggles eyebrows*

it had only been a week but jake was determined to set u up together

“y/n you look cold, heres sunghoons jacket!”

“y/n sunghoon needs help with his homework, can you maybe do something about that..”

“sunghoon, y/n looks sad go give her a hug”

needless to say it worked!!!!

because a week after you presented your 2 weeks worth project

sunghoon asked u on a date

YUPPPPPP

let me recite how it went

u were walking out of class together because jake wasnt there that day

sunghoons bookbag was slung over one shoulder and u were stood next to him with both hands on ur straps

“hey.. do u wanna maybe go grab something to eat with me for dinner..? or something” he quickly asked

“what, like a date?” you joke

“uh.. yeah” he replied looking down at u

u stop in your tracks

WHA

No way

“wait what? seriously?” you look up at him with wide eyes

“yes u little munchkin” he pinches your cheeks exaggeratedly and pulls them to make your face sway everywhere

u swat them off so fast

“um.. okay” u answer and ur face heats up

you cant even look him in the eye

like u cant say u DIDNT see this coming but it was still a shock

“awe is y/n blushing” he teases

“go away stupid”

yeah he doesnt go away

ANYWAYS u are the cutest couple ever

everyone wants to be u two so bad!

couple goals literally

jake is so proud of himself honestly

whenever u get into a silly little argument his rebuttal is always

“remind me who got u the best boyfriend ever? thats right, me. dont try me y/n”

and ur like

“ooohhh jakey im so scareddd”

he cannot stand u

but Yeah sunghoon bestest bf ever

takes u on dates whenever u want to

makes u laugh very much

almost too much

and ur parents LOVE him

mhm sunghoon very awesome guy

#sorry this one was short and quick #cries #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen jake #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon #enhypen blurbs #enhypen drabbles #enhypen headcanons #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #enhypen reactions

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collecting-stories · 4 years

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Playing Pretend - Kiara Carrera

Request: Could you do 48 68 and 44 with Kie 

A/N: I’m gonna make this a two part fic

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You reminded yourself, for the umpteenth time in row, that you were doing this just to fuck with your aunt. Your super-conservative, card carrying republican, holier than thou, aunt who was finally getting married in her forties and had made the crucial mistake of giving you a plus one to her wedding.

She told your parents that she was trying to be nice, because their weren’t a lot of other teenagers in your family, but you knew what she was actually trying to do. She had been hassling you about dating since you started high school, claiming that you needed to meet a nice boy, preferably from a church, who you could set a future with. Or, in layman’s terms, start having kids as soon as you graduate. 

So you used your plus one and asked the one person that would have your aunt going into cardiac arrest on her wedding day. It was, subsequently, the only person you could imagine wanting to take too. What better motivation was there for getting dressed up that knowing Kiara was going to see you looking this good. 

You’d asked her the day after you got the invitation in the mail. Months in advance. Just in case you would have to find a backup friend to go with you. JJ wouldn’t be nearly as effective though on the plus you didn’t have a raging crush on him. 

“All you have to do is just pretend to be my date.”

“And get all dressed up.” 

“Just wear your midsummers dress or something, it’ll be fine.”

It would’ve been fine except Kiara wasn’t trying to be fine. She wanted to look perfect. She knew this was all just a revenge plot to get back at your father’s sister for being the literal worst person but she also knew that she’d been crushing on you since she joined up with the pogues and there was no way she was going to let the opportunity to impress you slip away. 

She showed up to the wedding doing her best Rihanna, red silk dress with a slit that bordered on inappropriate. You looked sunny and ethereal waiting outside for her and she looked like literal fire and suddenly your mouth was dry watching her walk across the parking lot to you. 

“Hi,” she wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you close and kissing your cheek, “you look beautiful.”

“So do you. You look incredible.” 

Kiara smiled. She could do incredible. “So is it like, just your aunt?”

“It’s my dad’s whole family. Plus the guy she’s marrying, his whole family too, they’re all assholes.” You explained, walking inside with her. The resort they had booked up was small but it had an indoor and an outdoor pool. Kiara had left her bag in her car to grab after the ceremony and take up to your room cause she was staying over with you for the night. “Could you hold my hand?” You asked as you reached the doors to the lobby. 

“Of course, what is your pretend girlfriend for if not to hold your hand?” Kiara whispered, taking your hand in hers and squeezing gently. 

She let you lead her down the hall toward the courtyard where the wedding was set up, eyes drifting over you as you walked ahead of her. Kiara was the first to call one of the boys out when they stared but she was guilty of it now, watching you and thinking how incredibly difficult it was going to be to share a room with you tonight. 

It had been difficult enough saying yes to coming here for the weekend. Sure, she wanted to help you out, but getting to act like a couple only to have to go home and go back to just friends was killing her. 

“Okay, the wedding is through those doors,” you said, stopping at the glass doors that led out to the court yard and turning back to look at her. “I’m kinda nervous.” 

“Hey, there’s nothing to be nervous about, look, I’m right here and honestly this is such a power move I’m so proud of you.” 

“Thanks,” you laughed, squeezing her hand, “I’m really glad you’re here.” 

“Anytime you need a date I’m your girl.” Kiara kissed your cheek again. 

“Okay.” 

The ceremony was an over the top display of their close-mindedness and you were acutely aware of the people who kept looking back at you and Kiara, whispering to each other. Even your aunt kept throwing glances your way, no doubt pissed that you had managed to both upstage her on her wedding day and flaunt your queerness all in the same breath. 

Kiara kept the act going through the ceremony. She leaned into you while she watched them, whispering about stuff in your ear, and giving you little kisses every time your aunt looked over. At one point she had pushed the hem of your dress up just enough to lay her hand on your bare thigh. Goosebumps broke out over your skin at her touch and you couldn’t help imagining the two of you actually here as a couple. 

“I cannot wait for this to be over,” you whispered, tilting your head back slightly to lean in close to Kiara. Your mouth almost brushed her ear and she bit her lip at the feeling of your breath on her skin and your lips just ghosting over her. It was a crime that she was feeling this turned on in public by a simple whisper. 

Unable to resist, Kiara tilted her head forward just enough to kiss your neck. You sat upright, turning to look at her in surprise. 

“Sorry, couldn’t stop myself.” She shrugged it off and you felt your face warm up at the way she smiled at you. 

“It’s good.” You replied, smiling at her before turning back to the ceremony.  

The soft touches continued but you thought maybe something had changed about them. The way Kiara tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear or the way you wrapped your arms around her waist, when you both turned to watch them walk down the aisle. You rested your chin on her shoulder and kissed her cheek before you released her, staining her skin the same red as her dress because of your lipstick. 

“Sorry,” you apologized when you caught sight of it, “I smudged you.” 

“It’s okay, I’ll fix it when we go up to the room.” 

Before you could exit your row of seats your grandmother was there, being escorted out by an uncle she stopped right in front of you and Kiara, disapproving look exactly what you were hoping for all along. 

“You should be ashamed of yourself, this is your aunt’s wedding. It’s a family day not a place for you to flaunt yourself like you’re in a club. You look like a slut and so does your friend.” 

“Thank you.” Kiara cut in before you could say anything, grabbing your hand and speed walking both of you out the doors. 

“Oh my god, I am dead when we walk into that reception,” you laughed, following her out to her car to grab her bag. 

You were skipping cocktail hour and the ability for any of your other family members to say anything to you, heading upstairs instead for an hour to lay around and probably take a million selfies. 

Bag in hand, you both slipped into the elevator and hit the button for the second floor before anyone else could join you. You slumped against the wall and Kiara laughed, dropping her overnight to the floor for a brief second. But the second floor was only so far away and the doors opened before you knew it, ejecting you both into the hallway. 

“You really do look beautiful, don’t let your grandma or anyone else tell you otherwise.” Kiara said, stopping you in the hallway before you could walk down to your room. 

“Hey Kie,”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?” You asked. You weren’t sure if she was feeling the same way that you were but you couldn’t deny that you had feelings for her any longer.

“It’s just us,” Kiara said, testing the waters, “there’s no one to trick.”

“Yeah I know. Can I kiss you as my real date and not just my friend?”

“Yeah,” Kiara nodded, her hands already grasping your face as she closed the space between the two of you. She figured the red dress had done exactly what she bought it for but you would’ve kissed her regardless and you knew that.

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fredweesleyismyslut · 4 years

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I’d Still Choose You - George Weasley x reader

A/N: this is a writing in response to this request, “Heyyy! Could you do a George weasley x reader where you, his girlfriend, is a super famous singer in the muggle world and she takes him with her to her meet and greet for the first time and he gets jealous and I imagine him being a bit insecure too about all the male fans being all over her?” I really hope I did you justice!! Anywho, my neck now hurts because I basically have the physical capabilities of a 50 grandma and my neck is super stiff from looking down at my keyboard. I really you guys enjoy this because I love writing for George! Also, hope you guys are staying well, remember to take care of yourselves because you all deserve to take up space on this earth don’t forget that. Writing at 12am for some reason makes me really sappy sorry guys, I’m just really tried so I’m gonna go curl in bed now haha.

Your legs were shaking slightly as you sat in the car with your boyfriend, your manager in the front seat doing the driving. “You alright, y/n?” George asked, placing his hand softly on your knee, “You’re about to drive a hole into the floor if you keep shaking your leg like that.” He chuckled softly as he kissed your forehead, “Yeah, I’m just so nervous this is the biggest fan meet I’ve had.” Taking a deep breath you forced your mind to focus on not shaking so much. “You’ll be fine your fans love you and I’ll be here the whole time,” George said, taking your hand in his, fitting like a puzzle. You could feel the slight callouses on his fingers from the times he played quidditch in school and making things with his brother, Fred. You had met Fred in your fifth year after a prank gone wrong that you had got caught in, and ever since then it’s been history. “I still can’t believe that you’re so popular amongst muggles… every time I see your pictures in the streets I get surprised.” “Alright, we’re almost there, y/n. Be prepared to run in there’s gonna be a big crowd.” You nodded, meeting eyes with your manager in the mirror, “We’ve got security outside waiting for you and inside just in case so don’t be too worried. Just enjoy yourself alright, you deserve this, y/n.” she smiled back at you in the rearview mirror, focusing on the road again as you pulled into the front of the building. The door slid open and there were two tall, suited men standing, one of them grabbed your hand to help you out as the other held his arms out on either side to prevent rogue fans. “Omg, y/n, I love you!!!” shouted a female voice as it got drowned out among the rest of the loud shouting along with flashes from cameras as you were rushed in, George fast on your heels trying to not be swarmed.

Once inside, you sat at the prepared station set up for you as George followed you to the back where you could get changed for the meet and greet. In the back, there was a group of boys, about seven of them who all stood up and gave a swift bow as one of the members walked up, “We’re just here to say hello, we had a photoshoot near here and heard you were having a meet and greet and couldn’t leave without saying hi to our favorite senior.” said the leader of the group, a tall boy named Daniel. They were a new rookie boy group signed under the same company as you, all tall and good looking, the exact type that drove most teenage girls into a wet dream. You smiled pulling him into a hug, “Why are you being so formal? Gosh, come on in you guys, stop acting like a stranger.” you said to the rest of the boys. They all crowded in, giving you bone-crushing hugs, “George this is the new rookie group I’ve been working with, they’re amazing.” you said, to your boyfriend who was standing quite awkwardly to the side, as you pulled the youngest member into a hug, “You’ve grown taller since last time, Jin.” you gasped as you stood on your heels to ruffle his hair. “Stoppppp. I worked hard on it this morning,” he whined, softly pouting his lips as you smiled wider. “Oh so now that you’re taller I can’t admire your hair, ugh boys are always like this you give them all your affection and suddenly they don’t want it anymore.” Daniel laughed as he smacked the youngest’s shoulder as he put his arm around your shoulder, casually leaning. “When are you gonna treat us to dinner? You keep making promises but you don’t actually do it...I mean I get that you’re the new hot thing right now but you can’t just forget about your juniors like that.” You laughed wholeheartedly as you punched his shoulder, “You know it’s not like that….hmmmm how about tonight after the meet and greet I don’t have any plans, you guys?” He nodded, looking to his members for agreement, “Okay, we’re holding you to that, right boys!” They all shouted in agreement as they gave one last bow and walked out of the room to go see their manager. You were about to turn to George and talk with him until your manager walked in, “Y/n we’ve gotta hurry, come on hair and makeup are waiting.” You nodded, going to kiss George on the cheek but he pulled away slightly, smiling down at you. Pretending to not notice the action you squeezed his hand, walking out, Maybe he was just tired from the ride?

After hair and makeup, you walked out, the large crowd screaming as you sat in the chair. Slowly but surely each fan got up to get signatures from you and given a quick hug and picture. George watched from the corner where he could see the crowd but the crowd couldn’t see him. Most of your fans tended to be teen boys, in a row, a couple of boys walked up, clearly nervous as they fanboyed, “Omg I love you!” The next fan, also male, came walking up, and before reaching you got to his knees and bowed down, “My queen!” he shouted, as you crouched to the floor as well, “Oh my! No, don’t get your pants dirty because of me.” you said, dusting off the knees of his pants before sitting back down. There was one male fan, his deep voice shouted through the crowd, “Y/n Y/l/n you criminal!!” you looked up shocked slightly, mouth agape as he continued, “You stole my heart you, thief!!!! I want to marry you!!” You started laughing, not sure how to respond, half from surprise as you responded, “Bring the documents, then I’ll meet you in court!” A loud content shout echoed the walls as he shouted out, “Yessss!!!!” Laughing you signed more albums before finishing up the meet and greet and stood up, giving a last bow to the crowd and waving before walking backstage. Walking into your waiting room you looked around, “That was one heck of a crowd” you said until you realized no one was in there. You found your manager, “Do you know where George went?” she nodded, “I think he went outside, last time I checked.” Nodding you followed the direction she pointed you in, finding George sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, picking at the grass near his feet. “Something wrong?” you asked sitting down next to him, “Was it just too much noise?” George looked up, shaking his head softly, “Did I do something wrong, Georgie?” you asked pushing his hair away from his face. “I-I just forget how important you are sometimes in the muggle world.” he stopped for a second, trying to form words, “I just feel as if...as if I’m not enough for you. I mean you’re this big superstar and I own a joke shop with Fred.” He continued picking at the grass, at this point, there was a pile of grass near his feet and you kind of felt bad for the grass as he continued, “You could have literally anyone else, like that Daniel guy, you two seemed friendly.” His gaze traveled to the ground as he picked a flower out from the ground, taking his hand in yours you smiled, “What’d the grass do to you?” Kissing his forehead and then each of his knuckles you continued, “I don’t want any of those boys, or Daniel ugh, they’re like younger brothers to me.” Pulling his chin up to face your gaze you continued, “I love you, George. I love that you opened a joke shop with Fred because you’re true to yourself. You guys made something out of yourselves I think that’s admirable.” Leaning closer you finished, “I don’t want anyone else, George, because even in this big ocean of eight billion people, I would still choose you in this life and the next. You got that?” His face brightened slightly as he nodded, you closed the space placing your lips softly on his, feeling the same butterflied you always get in your stomach when you’re near George. “I’d choose you too, y/n. You’re the only one for me, I love you.” Standing up, you held your hand out, “Now come on you mope, I got a promise to keep with those little squirts because I know good and well if I’m even a minute late they’ll use that to make me buy them extra food.” Laughing George stood, placing a kiss on the crown of your head, “Alright, alright, let’s go eat dinner then.”

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thosesouthparkimagines · 4 years

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For You, Anything. (Cartman!Reader x Kyle)

(Y/N) Cartman. My full name. Sibling to the well known as an idiot, Eric Cartman. We were twins, I was born 10 minutes earlier, much to his dismay,and he always made my life a living hell for it. He did not think it was fair to him that he was younger, but that was the way it was.

“(Y/NNNNNN). Come on. We’re gonna be lateeeee” my brother groans, his annoying voice slipping out as he whines. “Come onnnnn.”

“Relax Eric, I’ll come when I come” I say, irritated.

“Haha. Thats what she-”

“Finish that statement and I’ll punch your teeth in” . He goes silent. I’m the only one he’d listen to because he knows I won’t put up with his bullshit.

“Finally. Jesus woman, you take forever to get ready” Eric says, sighing in relief when I finally come downstairs ready to go.

“Yeah, yeah. Lets just go before we miss the bus.”

This was the first year I was attending school with Eric. When we were younger, we did not get along, so I went to live with our father. He got sick of me and sent me back to live with my mom and Eric, telling me to never contact him again, and then I was forced to finish my senior year of high school in a new city, with new people, with my twin brother, who I have learned, has the reputation of an asshole.

We arrive down at the bus stop, where we are met with four other boys our age. One with black hair wearing a red and blue hat, one blonde haired kid, hiding most of his face in a parka, and the last one, a red haired boy, wearing a green hat.

“Hey Cartman.” The one in the blue hat says, referring to my brother, but pauses when he sees me next to him. “Um. Who’s this”

“Yeah she’s hot. I’d like to get a piece of that” the orange parka boy says.

“I’m (Y/N) Car-” I’m cut off.

“Her name is (Y/N). She just moved here. We’re neighbors.” He gives me a death glare which immediately tells me to shut my mouth.

“Uh, Hi” I notice the guy in the green hat still hasn’t said anything to me. He just stares. It’s really creepy.

“Fatass. What did you do to this poor girl?” Green hat guy asks, looking at me in concern. “She seemed scared out of her wits.” Oh I wasn’t scared. Eric wanted to pretend I wasn’t his sister, fine, but I’m going to play this to the best of my abilities.

“He didn’t do anything to me” I say sweetly, batting my eyelashes, and the green hatted kid’s face goes bright red. “I never did catch your name. I don’t think its fair you know mine, but I don’t know yours”

“Uh, K-Kyle” he is a red, stuttering mess. But his name fits him. I don’t exactly know how it fits so well, but just by looking at his face, it matches. The green eyes, freckles littered around the bridge of his nose like stars at twilight. It’s soothing. We both get caught up in our staring we forget about the other three boys standing next to us, carrying on with their own conversation, or the fact that the school bus pulled up and was waiting for us to board. It seemed as if we were in our own little world.

“Hey!”. It’s Eric’s screaming that breaks us out of our trance, both looking away with red cheeks that didn’t come from the freezing Colorado air. “Let’s gooooo” he whines, for the countless time this morning.

“Jesus, fatass, okay we’ll get on” Kyle says, irritation easily changing his entire attitude. He looks towards me and notions for me to get on the bus before him, after the other three had boarded and taken their seats. The entire bus ride was boring, just Kyle and Eric going back and forth between each other, insults making their way in every other word. I sat next to the boy with the blue hat that introduced himself as Stan, and behind the parka wearing boy named Kenny, who remained turned around in his seat no matter how many times he got yelled at.

The bus ride to the small high school was short, too short for my liking. Talking with Stan and Kenny was a lot of fun, and I didn’t want to end it. But as quickly as our friendship had come, the conversations had come to an end.

“Hey, (Y/N)! What class do you have first?” Stan asks, as we exit the bus and stand at the entrance of South Park High. It reminded me of the school back home, with the obvious cliques seen just by gazing around the campus, and the judgemental looks I felt by anyone who walked by.

“Um, English, with um Mr.Garrison?”

“Oh shit dude” Kenny speaks “You’re with me!”. He slings his arm across my shoulders and flashes me a bright smile.

“Woah, Kenny, you got Garrison?” Cartman asks, bursting out laughing. “Oh man that’s great”

“What’s so bad about Garrison?” I ask, shrugging off Kenny’s arm, blind to the glare Kyle sent towards the parka wearing boy.

“Oh man what isn’t wrong with him? He was our fourth grade teacher and underwent like 4 sex changes, went from being gay, to lesbian, to straight, back to gay, and then became president and tried to build a wall between us and Mexico. He insane” Stan says, making elaborate hand gestures to show effect.

“He seems crazy, you guys must have had a rough childhood from that. I’m sorry”. All three boys laugh at that.

“You have no idea how rough our childhood was” Kyle chuckles. The second he finishes laughing, the bell rings, sending us in our separate ways in promise to meet up for lunch. I follow Kenny towards the classroom, eager to see the man that seemed so bad. Upon entering the room, Mr.Garrison is standing in front of several rows of desks, a chalkboard behind. Could they not afford computers and screens? The old school I attended had them. Mr.Garrison was an older man, half balding with grey hair as the little he had. Some sort of puppet was on his left hand. Great, he seemed as crazy as the guys made him out to be.

“Oh. You must be the new girl.” Mr.Garrison says, and I nod, and walk up to him.

“Could you not mention my last name please? I’m trying to avoid people knowing” I say quietly to him, and he looks at his roster and his eyes widen.

“(Y/N) Cartman? You’re related to that little asshole?” He says loudly, but not loud enough for anyone to hear, just the person standing behind me.

“You’re related to Cartman?” I hear Kenny’s muffled, but shock filled question. I turn around and cover his mouth, or where I think his mouth is.

“You can’t tell anyone! You have to promise me!” I say quickly, and Kenny chuckles.

“Oh man, Kyle has a thing for you and you’re related to that fatass. Good luck”. He turns towards the rows of desks and sits down, patting the seat next to him, motioning for me to sit. I take the desk next to him, and next to another kid. He seems to be wearing a letterman jacket, with brown hair. Just by the way he was sitting, it was easy to see that he was cocky. The second I sat down in my seat beside Kenny, he turns his entire body away from the blonde girl he was talking with.

“I haven’t seen you around here. Are you new?” He asks “I’m Clyde, Clyde Donivian” he says, extending a hand out towards me.

“(Y/N).” I give him a smile.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl” he says, flashing a smile, when Kenny interrupts.

“Back off Donivan. Kyle’s called dibs” Kenny chuckles, and in return Clyde pouts, going back to flirting with the girl in the opposite side of him. I turn towards Kenny.

“What do you mean that Kyle called dibs? I’m not something that you can just, claim” I say, before turning and facing forward as the bell rings. Kenny attempts to get my attention throughout the rest of class but I chose to ignore him, still a bit upset.

Soon enough lunch comes, and I make my way towards the cafeteria, after stopping and asking for directions a few times. Entering the loud, crowded cafeteria, instantly notoicing the orange parka and green hat, she makes a beeline towards the only group she really knows. She makes it about halfway when she’s whipped away by a blue hooded man, towards another table.

“What? Hey!” She says, attempting to getr out of this strangers grasp. Being this close to him, she began to notice a few things. His black hair stuck out in small parts of his hood, and he had extremely blue eyes. He leads me towards a table. I recognize the brown haired boy from class, Clyde, but there was also two other boys seated there.

“Craig-ack! You can’t just-just drag her here!” the blonde haired boy says, his words stuttered.

“Yeah! You should have asked her!” he turns to me. “I uh, I’m sorry about Craig here. I’m Token. These are my friends, Tweek-” he points to the blonde one, “Craig” he points to the one still holding onto me, who in return flips them off, “and Clyde”.

“Uh, hi? Why am I over here?” I ask, turning towards the boys at the table

“Well, you’re hot, we’re hot, you should be with us” Clyde speaks up, attempting to wink.

“Yeah- uh, no. I’ll be going back now” I say, attempting to leave, but Craig, still silent, grabs hold of my arm.

“Sit” his voice finally speaks. Not wanting to go against him, I sit on the empty side of the table, as far as I could from the boys, which becomes futile as Craig sits right beside me.

“So, (Y/N). What brings you to south park?” Token asks

“I decided to move back with my mom who lives here” is all I say, not really wanting to talk to the guys who quite literally kidnapped me.

“Ack- you’re-you’re from here?” Tweek says, to which I give a nod.

“(Y/N)!” I hear a voice and my head whips around, and I see Kenny storming towards me. He grabs hold of my arm and takes me from the table, much to their irritation. “Why are you with these assholes? You’re supposed to be with us!” he says, beginning to drag me back towards their table.

Stan seemed to be interested into the black haired girl sitting at the table, while Kyle and Eric were arguing over something. The second I arrived back at their table, they go silent,. Kyle sends me a smile as I sit, which I return.

“Where the hell were you (Y/N)? You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago!” Eric complains “Not like you care, but Craig and his crew apparently had something important to say to me”

“You were with Craig's crew! Stay away from them! They’re not good influences!” I roll my eyes

“It wasn’t like I wanted to go over there”

“Whatever. Give me my cheezy poofs-” Eric mumbles, before I throw the bag of the chips at him.

“Fatass- stop harassing the new girl! Bring your own cheey poofs” Kyle says

“Well our mom packed them for me but then she put them in (Y/N)’s bag instead of mine.” Kyle freezes

“Wait- are you- related to fatass” Kyle asks, looking towards me.

“I-uh, yeah. He’s my twin” I admit. Instantly Kyle is up out of his seat and making his way into the hall.

I look towards Stan, since they seem to be the closest, but he shrugs, as if not knowing what to say.

The rest of the day goes without a hitch. I finish my classes and make my way home, choosing to walk rather than ride the bus. Kyle refused to look me in the eye the rest of the day, which really hurt.

Once I arrive home, I head straight up to my room, not stopping to listen to Eric calling our mother all the names he could for the mix up at lunch. Shutting and locking the door behind me, I sigh, pulling out my headphones and starting my homework. I had a lot to catch up on, especially since I came in the middle of the school year, but It was easy, especially because I had already learned most of it from my other school.

A solid and hard knock on my window is what jolts me from my focus. I whip my head around to see the familiar green hat outside my window. Instantly I go and open it, allowing him to crawl in and sprawl on my bedroom floor. A few puffs of his red hair stuck out of his hat as he went to catch his breath.

“What-what are you doing here?” I ask, sitting back on my bed. Last I checked, he was angry at me for being related to Eric. It’s not like I could change that.

“I-I wanted to apologize” he says, sitting up after catching his breath. “I shouldn’t have gotten mad. I just, couldn’t believe you’re related to the fatass”

“Our parents separated when we were young. Our father took me away with him. He soon sent me back here” I say. “I hardly know Eric.”

“You both are so different. You’re so amazing. You’re smart, kind, pretty-” he pauses, his cheeks going bright red. “I-I didn’t mean that. No- I’m mean, you are pretty, I just didn’t mean to say it- no I did mean to say it agh!” he says, before falling silent.

“Kyle-”

“Damnit! I have feelings for you and the fact that you’re related to that asshole-”

“Kyle”

‘You’re so much different than he is and I really like you, and I-”

“Damnit Kyle just shut up!” I shout, which finally gets his attention. “I like you too okay? Now stop being such a baby about this” I say

“Wait-you-you feel the same?” he asks, to which I nod.

“I thought it was obvious-” I can’t finish my sentence before he throws himself onto me, kissing me. I’ve read somewhere that the first kiss feels like fireworks, but this seem to feel better.

He doesnt stop, even when we both need air, he pulls back and goes right back into kissing me, shifting until he’s hovering over me on my bed. When he finally pulls away, we’re both panting, red in the cheeks.

“Does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” Kyle asks, before lying next to me.

“That depends, if you’re willing to put up with Eric”

“For you? Anything”

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Wonder (Part 1)

Rudy Pankow x Oc!Reader

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Chapter summary: Rudy and Nevaeh meet in person for the first time and things aren’t awkward. Yougurt cups, bananas and ice blended in a cup and maple syrup.

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Warning(s): language, shenanigans, jet laggness, social media zombies, teenage girls

Words: 5k+

A/N: This is my first attempt at a Rudy fic. My first series too! But if this flops, let's pretend it never happened, okay? :) But If you guys want to read more, please do let me know. Your love and support is the encouragement I need. I got the concept from tik tok haha. Fair warning, I am handwriting out chapters with a pen and paper before converting it digitally, so updates with be spread out. THERE WILL BE GRAMMAR MISTAKES! I'm human, and Tumblr is my test run for this series. Anywho, hope you enjoy :)

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One | “Social Zombies”

In Nevaeh's opinion, airports were the worst. It wasn't due to the 38,000 feet in the air flying ride or the nothingness in the sky you see your whole flight; it was the people, the airports themselves, and the limited space.

Airports were much worse than flying - especially the San Francisco International Airport. Also known as SFO Airport. The few times, literally very few times, Nevaeh has been to the airport, she had poor experiences. Now, SFO Airport is definitely smaller than LAX and not as busy - it's a nightmare. You would think with a much smaller airport, there would be fewer crowds, but no, it's like a family reunion every day but with strangers. If you bump into the wrong person, your day on the off chance will get ruined.

Along with the busy crowds, there are many places to eat. From pizza to Italian to pie, your choices are endless. That's until half or more restaurants are closed or have long lines. Nevaeh never ate airport food, so she couldn't give her opinion on it. She'll leave that to the professional reviews. She wasn't at SFO Airport to judge the food or traffic flow, not even the staff's attitude - except she already gave a flight attendant a glare. The flight attendant took a bathroom break before their next flight and griped at Nevaeh because she used the last paper towel so they couldn't dry their hands. Air drying is a thing, and it works well, she thought to herself while leaving the restroom. She was not going to let one grumpy flight attendant ruin her great mood. She was going to meet someone who she hopes is special today.

Over the past two months, Nevaeh and this person had gotten to know each other well, virtually, that is. They met online, and Nevaeh lived in San Francisco while they lived in Alaska. Countless messages, facetime calls, photos, and videos were exchanged, and a bond was formed. Who would have thought that two people could meet through a video sharing social media app and hit it off? Most people start with dating apps, meet and get to know different people, but Nevaeh met them all because a video of hers popped up on their for you page.

Nevaeh created and shared a variety of things on the app. From cooking to creating and her little hobby of disco skating. She wanted to keep her followers and supporters entertained and herself; she didn’t want to be stuck, making the same content, so she did many things. Nevaeh thought maybe one of her disco skating, videography, or cooking videos drew them in, but it was one of her mini vlogs. In the video, she showed how she would scout places before spending the day getting footage for a short montage film or scenes for a movie she is working on. Not long after the discovery, they - he sent her a message asking about a more in-depth explanation of her process, and it went up from there.

Now, after all this time of them chatting back and forth, they get to meet. Nevaeh gets to meet him.

Standing by the arrival gate, her eyes bouncing around the room at different things just to keep her mind centered and not all over the place. She wanted to pick at her nails, or hold her hands to her chest but she couldn’t hold them in place for long; she opted for playing with the white beaded bracelet he bought and sent to her in a box full of other things. It was so sweet of him; just thinking about the box she received makes her smile and her heart swell. Just last week she received a box full of thoughtful gifts. Inside were some of her favorite snacks, a movie she loved, one of his hoodies - it was the hoodie he wore the first time they facetimed. The hoodie was one of his favorites, but he had the urge to send it to her, he just wanted her to have it. And finally was the white beaded bracelet with a single aqua blue bead on it - he had the matching one with all aqua beads and one single black bead. She was having an uncreative and pretty shitty day until that box arrived on the front door step of her shared apartment.

“I wanted to surprise you, so I messaged Birdie asking her for your favorite snacks, I added the hoodie and got the two of us distance bracelets. You know, because we are long distance.” He told her later that day when they talked on the phone.

“Until you come here, or I go there,” she replied. She hasn’t stopped wearing the hoodies since and she has had the bracelet on since the moment she got it.

Nevaeh watched different people walk past her; none of them were him yet. The dirty blond mess he sported for hair shouldn't be that hard to miss, but the longer she searched, the more she doubted her assumption.

It was another couple of minutes that went by, and she didn't see him, so she pulled her phone out to see if he had sent something. Maybe he has to catch a different flight, and he forgot to tell her, or perhaps he didn't want to meet after all. Her fingers type out a message to send, but a figure stands in front of her before she hits the send button. Nevaeh could see the shadow of their body from her peripheral vision, but she did not look up, hoping they would go away - but they didn't. Sending her message, the woman was preparing to turn away until she heard the stranger's phone go off. It's just a coincidence that their phone went off a couple of seconds after I sent a message. She said to herself, then she looked up and there he was. Dirty blond hair - a little long all over, but instead of it being in his face like it always is, it was pushed back and tucked underneath a red cap. His eyes were more lovely in person. The pair ranged from a light blue to gray, depending on the day. Today they were light blue. He sported stubble across his chin and cheeks with a blond mustache above his top lip. He wore nothing flashy, just a simple red ACDC sweatshirt, cargo shorts, and a pair of vans. He looked tired, but that didn't throw off the good vibes and smile he had going on. She couldn't help but smile back. He's here in the flesh. Rudy.

"Hi," he said light-heartedly, breaking the silence.

"Hi," she echoed; the smile on her face grew some more. "Wow, you're really here in the flesh."

He chuckled, and the sound woke up the butterflies in her stomach. "Yeah, I am. And you...the pictures and videos don't do enough justice for the actual thing." His eyes scan over her, noticing the navy blue Hilfiger sweatshirt he sent to her. Nevaeh couldn't help the dust of blush that appeared on her cheek.

“Talk about me, what about you? Who knew those Snapchat filters were hiding such a god-like person.”

“Oh, stop, you’re making me blush,” he joked while bashful. No matter online or in person, Nevaeh was still able to get him flushed; it was something he didn’t want to admit, not while he was flying blind with this.

Nevaeh smiled and had a tiny giggle; the full laugh was muffled by the hand she brought up to her mouth in an attempt to hold the sound back. He could watch her smile for a while. Is that weird? “How was your flight? I hope it wasn’t too horrible.”

“It wasn’t too bad,” he admitted. “Definitely long, but nothing a pair of earbuds, music, and a couple of movies couldn’t fix.” The two quickly began walking toward the direction of baggage claim. More of Rudy just following whichever direction Nevaeh was going. She did know the airport better anyway.

“Which movies did you watch?” she asked.

“Since I had six hours to waste - Joker, 1917 and Pride & Prejudice.”

“Oh, I see you listened to my suggestions; not surprised you watched Joker again,” Rudy shrugged his shoulders with a hum. “I’m surprised you didn’t watch the Harry Potter movies.”

Rudy rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Actually, I already watched them a couple of days ago,” Nevaeh hummed as if she were to say, ‘of course’ “You can judge me all you want. I won’t pay you any mind. Just the same as I did with the guy that had the aisle seat in my row. I guess other guys find it weird that a guy decided to watch a period drama on a flight.”

“He was just jealous he didn’t think of it first. Mr. Darcy’s pinning for Miss. Bennett and the film’s overarching theme is too good not to watch.”

“That it is, who would want to miss the warnings heeded against trusting one’s first impression or prejudices?”

“Or the character arcs that grow throughout the storyline. I pity that aisle sitting man.”

“I do too,” Rudy agreed. “He missed out on a classic and had to get up to let the other person and me out to take a tinkle.” He did it again. He made her laugh genuinely. The conversation between them flowed. The small worry Nevaeh had earlier about the two of them not being able to continue the light-hearted and enjoyable nature they had over text had diminished. He seemed just the same - goofy, charismatic, charming, and caring - as he was over the phone the past month and a half. She, too, was still kind, compassionate, and sarcastic as before. Yet both of them had their own doubts about the thing they were doing; they didn’t know what it was or where it was headed, but they were willing to find out.

In the car, Nevaeh drove the route she knew from the airport to her shared apartment. Rudy sat in the passenger seat; his gaze focused out the window, watching the San Francisco scenery appear, disappear and morph as they passed by the window. The radio played while they sat in a comfortable silence - it impressed her how easily they fell into it. Wasn't it common for an uncomfortable silence? Two people who just met for the first time should struggle in an attempt to make a conversation, but not them.

To Rudy, the comfortable silence was almost expected. Granted, he did expect one of them to talk the other's ear off - he's glad neither of them was. The six-hour flight took its effect on the man, but he wasn't going to let his fatigue ruin the time they had together. He'll rest later. Spend time with her now, sleep later.

The car rolled to a stop, a red light shined on the traffic light hanging in front of them. Rudy's eyes watch a girl across the street riding down the sidewalk on a skateboard. Her stance relaxed, feet planted in a way that helped her ride easily; she was experienced, probably skated regularly. Watching her skate triggered a longing in Rudy for his board back at home. He rides on concrete and in the snow, but he was missing snowboarding the most. It was beginning to be summer, so the temperatures in Alaska were warmer. To warm for snow but warm enough for the evergreen to take over. Now he was in California, the state that was sunny all the time. The state that thrived in the summer and its soil hardly ever to never had the chilled touch of snow. His longing grew more for the chilly weather and white flakes.

The woman sitting next to him took the next couple of seconds between the light change to look at him. Catching the moment of his gaze out the window of her jeep. "I know you're probably tired from your flight. I had some ideas about the things we could do, but we don't have to do anything today." She spoke and after, glanced at the traffic light only to see it was still red.

Rudy tore his gaze from the distant image of the skater and met Nevaeh's. "I am, but if you want to do something, we can. I'm more than happy to hang out." He said.

Trying to reason, she said, "I know, but you just got off a six-hour flight."

"Nevaeh, it's fine. I'm not that burned out. Time zones are an hour apart, and seven am isn't that bad." she begins to give him a skeptical look. She heard his words but feels as if he was only saying that to make her happy. He sat by her, leaned back, and relaxed. His head sat lazily against the headrest, and the smile he was giving her was light but tiresome. She switched her gaze from him to the traffic light, which turned green, and she didn't know when. Nevaeh eased her foot off the brake and to the gas pedal. "Seriously, we can do something."

“Fine,” She says after a moment. “I won’t wear you out too much more.” Flicking her left turn signal on after checking her mirror, she merges into the lane beside her. “There’s somewhere I wanna take you - well, maybe two places, but we’re going to the apartment first.”

“Alright, sounds good to me.” Nevaeh drove them to the apartment she shared with her long term friend. Rudy followed behind her as she led the way; they only spent a few minutes there. After a short tour, a bathroom break, and dropping off a couple of suitcases later, Rudy and Nevaeh left the place. They began a walk along the San Francisco hills to the mysterious place Nevaeh had in mind.

“This place is somewhere I walk to every other day. It’s Birdie’s and my favorite place.” It was a short six to eight-minute walk. Nevaeh reassured him before briefly going into a conversation about the impressive things you see in the city. Just like Nevaeh told him, they both come up upon a corner shop with a couple of large windows to see inside and out, a brown exterior with outside tables with green umbrellas and foldable outdoor chairs. The corner shop was known as the Nasik Cafe. For a small cafe, the place was doing well. There were a handful of people inside sitting, chatting, or ordering and quite a few sitting outside.

“This place is pretty health-oriented, and like Starbucks, it has things you could make at home for free, but their stuff is great,” Nevaeh explained to the man.

"So you spend way too much on yogurt cups, fruit drinks, toast, and other food you can make at home?" She nods her head like it was evident at what he said. Rudy shook his head. "Couldn't you just spend ten dollars on a yogurt cup?"

"Oh my goodness, they don't have yogurt cups, Rudy." She shook her head in disbelief.

"Okay, so ten dollars for a banana blended with ice in a cup - still sounds ridiculous to me."

"I can't with you," She tilted her head back, but she wasn't annoyed. She found his witticism amusing. At this rate, Nevaeh should prepare to always smile all the time around him. "You should find a table out here, and I can grab us something - wait, do you want to sit out here?"

Rudy nodded, then began to scan the area but only briefly seeing a couple of empty tables. "Yeah, it's nice out, let's enjoy it. Out here is great."

"Great," she says, pleased. "I'll grab something; I wanna surprise you. I'll be back." Nevaeh turns to walk inside. The smell of strawberries, oranges, and granola invaded her nose. It wasn't a new smell to her, but a new one for the day. She would always smell fruit and granola wherever she would walk into Basik. Some days it smelt like bananas and chocolate, or honey, peanut butter, and coconut. The smells varied, but the most prominent one was the tropical smell. To her left at a table was a couple enjoying smoothies. Both cops were a little under half full. A person sat at another table, invested in their laptop. To her right, more people sat. Art adorns the walls as realism paintings along with abstract images. There was a line at the counter; no more than four people stood waiting. She took the time to look up at the big and wide wood board hanging from the ceiling. When Nevaeh told Rudy she wanted to surprise him with something, she knew what she was getting for the both of them. The colorful and fruitful acai bowls.

Nevaeh and her roommate Birdie loved acai bowls. Birdie was the one to introduce her friend to the fantastic bowls she grew to love. Now it was her turn to turn another friend onto them.

The line moved along smoothly and grew smaller by the minutes. Once Nevaeh got closer, her lips stretched into a grin as her eyes caught sight of the barista.

"Hi, what can I get you? Could I interest you in our new fall to-Vae! Hey." the blonde barista's mood brightened significantly when she realized she was taking Nevaeh's order. She leaned across the counter and grabbed hold of Nevaeh's hand, and laced their fingers together. "What are you doing here? I thought you had to pick up your friend." She said, then making finger quotations. The barista was her roommate, Birdie. Birdie was a full-time college student and full-time barista to get by. She was more than happy to talk to her friend now that she wasn't as busy - Nevaeh was the only person in line for now.

"I was - I did pick up my friend. No air quotes, we're friends."

"For now."

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes at the blonde. "He's here with me, just outside." Birdie looked past Nevaeh and out the window in search of this guy. Nevaeh looked around for him, too; she didn't get to see where he chose to sit. "He's...the one with the red cap, right there." She pointed out once she spotted him. Birdie hummed and squinted her eyes to get a better look, which was difficult with the angle he sat at.

"He looks nice...from here," Birdie leaned back, so her fingers could let go of Nevaeh's and tap the terminal screen as she put her friend's usual order in. While Birdie did that, Nevaeh nodded in agreement but kept her gaze on him. "Lemme guess, the usual?"

"Kilauea; everything but-"

"No pollen and extra honey." Birdie finished with assuredness and not a drop of doubt in her answer. Her friend smiled, her eyes looking to Birdie with amazement.

"You know me too well."

"Well, you order the same thing almost every time."

"Touche," she couldn't argue with that. When it came to her acai bowl, she liked the Kilauea - made with mango juice, granola, berries, papaya, honey, and acai - the best. "And water, of course - make that two." She stepped back to look over the menu. Rudy wasn't familiar with the place, and he didn't know what they served, so Nevaeh wanted to get him something he hopefully liked. She decided to go with something not too fancy - directing her attention back to her barista friend. She went ahead and finished her order. "And...let me get the Islander acai bowl." That one was made with hemp mylk, granola, banana, berries, cocoa shavings, and honey.

Birdie rang up the rest of the order for Nevaeh. After catching a glimpse at the total, Nevaeh reached in the little card pocket of her wallet and grabbed her card. Unbeknownst to her, while she was getting her card, Birdie took her name tag and gave her friend her employee discount - she got it for half the price.

“I know you’re an independent woman and paying for the first date, the least I could do is give you a discount. Just don’t tell Daniel.” She winked, and Nevaeh gave her a thumbs up with one hand, and with the other, she made a zipping and locking motion over her mouth before throwing the key.

Outside, Rudy sat at the table he picked out for the two of them while waiting. While Nevaeh ran inside to get their order, he observed the small San Francisco scenery around him. California weather was sunshine with fluffy clouds. Just about everyone was either in shorts, a tank, and a cut-off shirt or any other summer clothing that provided them some comfort in the blazing sun. He dressed just right for the weather, though in Alaska, it was more on the chill side, causing him to wear a sweatshirt while he left. Now that he was basking in the California weather, he took off the warm sweatshirt and left it at Nevaeh’s apartment.

There were other people outside along with him. A group of girls sat a few feet away at a table in front of him, trying not to giggle as they attempted to make a video. At another table, there were two guys, perhaps brothers. They were eating something colorful from a bowl - it looked like yogurt to Rudy - and having a conversation with one another.

Rudy shook his head at the drastic difference between the two tables. Maybe it was just him, but it was amazing how much the world - more specifically America- was wrapped up in technology and social media. Sure the brothers at the one table had digital watches that told them the time and lit up, catching their attention with a vibrate when a text or notification went to their phone. But at least they could carry on a conversation without having their phone in their hands. On the other hand, those girls haven’t put their phones down longer than a few seconds. After those seconds, they tap away or show the other something they thought was worthy enough to gauge a reaction out of them.

Rudy wasn't one to judge. He didn't have much right to because while watching them and waiting for Nevaeh, he had the urge to pull out his phone. It was almost like a habit, but he chooses not to feed the temptation. He wanted to enjoy the day with Nevaeh; notice the burn on his skin from the sun, get to know her, have fun, pick up on little cues she has, and find out what he likes the most about her. And though it was kind of ironic that the two of them met through social media, he hopes Nevaeh is not one of those social zombies. Then this trip would be a waste of time and effort.

Ruby pulled his sunglasses down due to the sun starting to bother his eyes. Then he also wanted to cover his eyes and focus on something else while he waited. A minute later, Nevaeh walked out of the cafe's door backward with her back pushing the door open. In her hands, she had what she ordered; he wondered what she got. Rudy briskly stood up out of his seat to help her out.

"Hey, let me help you out," he walks around the table towards her, but she only nods him off.

"I got it, you sit."

"You have all the food and drinks in your hands; it's the least I can do." he stood off to the side, not interfering but reading despite what she said. He watches her struggle a bit and almost drops the stuff. Rudy immediately reached out, but Nevaeh had already saved herself and looked at him with a smile.

"I got it, Rudy. I was just pulling your leg." He picked up on the playfulness in her eyes, which made him pull his lips into a smile matching hers; her smile is definitely contagious.

“Alright, alright,” he raised his hands, backing away and then taking his seat. Nevaeh took her seat across from him, sat everything down before passing him the items she got him. “What’d you get us?”

“Well, I don’t know if you have had this before, but it’s my go-to thing to get here. It’s an acai bowl,” Nevaeh’s eyes caught his confused expression before he tried to cover it up with an understanding. She laughed softly and explained further. “It’s like a smoothie bowl with other things in it.”

“Smoothie bowl…” he murmured more to himself, but she still heard it.

Shaking her head, she continued. “Acai palm is the main ingredient along with bananas and granola, but you can add other fruits or peanut butter and syrups. Or take things off.”

“Like maple syrup?” he asked, looking at the acai bowl she got him.

Her face begins to twist in disgust until she covers it with a shrug and looks down at her bowl, ready to dig in. “Uh, I guess if that’s what you want, then yeah.” She answered, and Rudy nodded his head and grabbed his spoon to take a taste. Before Nevaeh tasted her own, she watched Rudy, waiting for his reaction. He took a bite, letting the flavor invade his taste buds.

“Wow, this is good,” He says after swallowing. He glanced up, catching Nevaeh already looking at him. She quickly looked away and stirred her bowl.

“I’m glad you like it; it’s my second favorite one,” she peeked back up, and Rudy was still looking at her. Laughing softly to herself, then shaking her head, she takes a bite of her own, almost moaning at the taste. “I’m surprised you haven’t had one before.”

“ I have wanted to try one, but never really went with actually going out to get one.”

“Well, maybe now you will get them more often,” She says but stops herself before taking another bite. “Wait...you aren’t allergic to any fruit, are you? Or granola?”

He lifted a brow while getting another scoop. “Oh, only bananas,” He replies. Nevaeh watches him as he lifts the spoon to his mouth and takes another bite that includes bananas before she could reach across the table and stop him in time. “What?” he looked at her. Her eyes were wide with shock and fear, her mouth opening to say something but closed when nothing came out. “Is there something wrong?”

Nodding her head slowly, she sat down her spoon and reached for her phone in her pocket just in case. "You ate a banana, and you just told me you were allergic to them." Nevaeh wanted to yell at him for being so careless, but that would mean she was too for not asking before ordering something random for him. She pretended to remain calm but was internally panicking.

"I actually eat them all the time," he held back the smile easing its way into his features. "I eat them quite often. They're a great source of potassium and vitamin C."

"So you aren't allergic to bananas?" she noted, and Rudy shook his head. His mouth broke out into the smile he managed to hold back for a few seconds. Nevaeh relaxed a bit, her shoulders dropping as she was no longer tense. "You're an asshole, you know that, right?" Rudy gasped softly, a hand placed on his chest as he looked at her, offended at her comment.

"What, me, an asshole? That can't be right, I'm really nice," he said and made Nevaeh huffed. "What do you not believe me?"

The woman shrugged, the smile still on her face when she looked down at her food. "Well, you did play a mean joke just now; I thought I almost killed you." She reminded him and picked at her bowl.

"I wanted to see how caring you were, and you passed the test. Now you love me, don't you?"

"You wish," she said, taking a bite then pointing at him with her spoon. "We're going on a road trip together, let's see if I survive that, then I'll let you know if I like you enough to be your friend or jump out of a moving car because you're an annoying little shit."

Rudy raised his eyebrows, smirking at her now. "Me being an annoying little...alright. Let's make a deal," he starts; Nevaeh gestures for him to continue. "If you survive this road trip, meaning - if you have a great time - I get to take you to my home town in Alaska. Ah, ah. I'm not finished." he held his finger up to stop her from making a comment. She rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair, attempting to hide a simple, but you could see the amusement on her face. "If you don't have a great time, I'll do whatever you want."

"So, If I understand right, If you win, you get to take me to Alaska - assuming I haven't been there already,"

“Wait, you’ve been to Alaska?” Nevaeh held her finger up, echoing his movements moments before.

“If you win, you take me to Alaska, and if I win, you do whatever I want, correct?”

“Yeah, as long as it’s not too inappropriate or impossible,” He says, already finished with his acai bowl, which Nevaeh didn’t remember seeing him eat the rest. It didn’t matter when he ate it, she didn’t care, but that was quick. Looking down at her own, she wasn’t more than halfway done. “So, so we have a deal?”

Nevaeh looked up from her food, meeting his ocean-like eyes. The pair were becoming more familiar over the past few weeks from countless photos and videos the two have shared over Snapchat. Messages over text and facetime calls. They got to know each other digitally, and now they have to learn more in person.

“We have a deal.” She says, and Rudy sticks his hand out, which she gladly took. They shook hands. While doing so, Rudy thought of a million possibilities to get the woman across from him to a great time and not just so he could take her to Alaska, his home. He found her intriguing, and he wants to take the time to get to know her better and maybe have a solid standing friendship at the end of it all. If the cosmos had a say, perhaps something more would blossom.

➣ End Note:

So, I honestly don’t know how the next few or future chapters will go but hopefully they turn out well. Here are the Revaeh interactions we all needed and plenty more to come so just you wait. ;)

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