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nero-draco · 2 years
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cheapshrimpysheep · 7 months
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Hii!!! I want to say how much I love your blog!!! From the aesthetic to the writing everything is just so cute and enjoyable!! I also love how you write Jamil personally hehe.
Idk if you still have your requests open buttttt I have a fluff idea for the basketball club :) the boys want to invite their (freshly obtained) partner!reader to a pretty important basketball match but ✨circumstances✨ happen (anything you can think of really) and they end up not saying anything to them about it. But on the day of the match their partner shows up anyway fully dressed in cheerleading attire, facepaint, pompoms, loudly cheering for them (embarassing them a lil but in a wholesome way y'know ❤️) maybe you can write some post match fluff?
Thank you so much for sharing your writing with us!! It's a delight to read it all!!
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COMMENTS: Awww, thank you 🥰 It so happens that I identify a lot with Jamil (perhaps even too much). And maybe that's also why I had never thought of writing an MC that, let's say, out-going? Because a shy person like me would never do that cheerleading thing in public at least. 😅 But I wrote it. 😉
Btw: That cheerleading thing doesn't exist in my country so the only things I know about it are whatever I saw in american movies. But in return, I played basketball for 3 years when I was younger. So in that regard I know a few things.
I hope you and all enjoy 🏀
PS: I was waiting for Floyd's basketball card to come to the english server to write something with them. I still want to do it, in addition to this one.
CHARACTERS: Basketball Club (Ace, Floyd & Jamil)
TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Established Relationship; Kissing
WARNING: Spoilers from Ace's and Floyd's Basketball Jersey Lines
WORD COUNT: An average of 500 words per character.
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🏀❤️🏀🦈🏀🐍🏀
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Ace really wanted to invite you to the game, but in the meantime, he got into some misbehavior issues and spent the whole time trying to make sure Coach Vargas wasn't going to ban him from playing.
He ended up forgetting to invite you, as it wouldn't make sense to do it without being sure he was going to play. He sends you a message at the last minute and that's why he doesn't even know if you'll make it.
I can see him dating a more outgoing person, so let's go that route. You appear in the game, yes, dressed in cheerleading attire alongside Cater and Deuce. Cater because I can see him doing that for being great for magicam. And Deuce because he really wants NRC to win.
While he is overjoyed to see you and thinks this is an excellent opportunity to show himself off to you, he is also a little embarrassed by the attention you are diverting to him.
We also go the route where they win. While the players are celebrating, they go to you and the rest of the cheerleading group. Ace runs up to you and hugs you so happily he lifts you off your feet. And in the midst of happiness he kisses your lips, while holding you.
He did it on the spur of the moment, and when he realizes what he's done, he's extremely embarrassed. Great chances of Floyd messing with him for that.
If someone from the opposing team starts looking at you while he is not with you, he will say with a smirk: “Can look, but not touch, you hear me?”
Before the players go to shower, Ace asked you to wait for him behind the gymnasium. It was already night. You were waiting outside and after a while you got distracted. When he goes outside and sees you distracted, he sneaked up on you and hugged you from behind. And kisses your cheek.
“Hey, what do you say to a celebration party tomorrow~? Trey said he's going to make cupcakes shaped like basketballs. Isn't that cool?” and then you hear him moan in pain softly and for a second.
You had felt his fingers curl a little when you heard that. And you remembered that one day he commented to you that his fingers get sprained all the time when he is playing. That it hurts to bend them. After a game like that, they must be hurting a lot then.
You take his hands. “Ouch...” you bring them to your lips, and kiss them softly. You tell him you could take care of him. “I deserve that, don't I?~” he says and goes back to kissing your cheek affectionately.
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Floyd really wanted to invite you to the game, but in the meantime, on the one hand, the Coach Vargas wanted him to train even more. Being the tallest, the coach had high expectations for him (pun not intended). And on the other hand, Azul wanted to do something special at Mostro Lounge, as a lot of people from off campus would come to watch the game and it was an opportunity to have more customers.
Sometimes he had fun doing these things. And when he didn't want to do them, he preferred to be left alone. This plus the fact that he thought that: "since you are his partner now, isn't it already implied that you're going to watch the game?” made him end up not inviting you officially.
Jade is the one who reminds you on the day of the game. Since it was an important game, you wanted to do something special for Floyd. And taking advantage of this, Azul suggests that you come to the game dressed in cheerleading attire. This type of incentive can increase their chances of winning the game and consequently the chances of increasing customers at Mostro Lounge. And if you don't want to do it alone, don't worry, at least Cater, Deuce and Kalim will be doing the same alongside you.
I definitely can see Floyd with an outgoing partner. All of his colleagues were worried because he seemed unenthusiastic. And if he continues like this, he might not even want to play properly and that would make them lose the game for sure. And what's worse is that they couldn't even complain about it or risk getting their asses kicked.
When the game starts, what they feared most was happening. He didn't feel like playing. Which also made the opposing team not worry too much about Floyd. Fortunately, a couple of minutes after the game starts, he hears you cheering him on. He looks at you dressed in cheerleading attire and his mood changes radically. “Koebi-chan~!” He waves at you with his cutest smile. Before turning to the opponents with a sadistic smile. Now he wants to play.
The one the players on the other team thought was a drag on NRC has suddenly become the most powerful athlete in the game. To the point that the opponent who was chosen to block him was afraid to do so. And the one chosen to be blocked by Floyd (who happened to be the strongest player on the opposing team) did his best not to keep the ball too long.
He usually gets expelled from the game before it's over, but this was a big one and you were rooting for him. He had to stay until the end! So he behaved and tried to make as few fouls as possible.
Hardly in these conditions NRC would lose. So they win! If during their celebration, someone from the opposing team starts looking at you. Floyd first smiles at them. "Pretty, right?" and then put on that scary straight face "Well, it's not for your eyes."
When he comes to you because you are all celebrating together, he will pick you up. “You look so cute dressed like that.” He tells to you. If there are kisses, they will be yours on his cheeks.
Before the players go to shower, Floyd asked you to wait for him behind the gymnasium. It was already night. You were waiting outside and after a while you got distracted. When he goes outside and sees you distracted, he sneaked up on you. And behind you, he whispers in your ear: “Baa~”
You turn and he picks you up again so that your faces are level. Your noses are touching. “Hey~ Came to Mostro Lounge with me. I'm not in the mood to celebrate without you. And I can get Azul to give you your favourite for free. Isn't that a good deal~?”
He's not much for kissing your lips in front of others, so he only does it now.
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Jamil really wanted to invite you to the game, but between babysitting, I mean, looking after Kalim and training for the game, he ended up not even getting to spend time with you.
Honestly, I don't see Jamil with a very outgoing partner. Since it could be like a Kalim 2.0 for him. But I certainly see Kalim going to you, already dressed in cheerleading attire himself and dragging you to dress like that too and go cheering Jamil and the others alongside him.
Because of Kalim, you two end up being a little late and when you arrive the game has already started. And Jamil had just scored. Kalim (and maybe you too) shout to congratulate Jamil. He looks at you two and is immediately flattered, shocked and embarrassed. Not because of you, but because he doesn't like to draw attention to himself, nor to have others draw attention to him that way.
Unfortunately his performance drops slightly. Until he overhears an opposing player commenting on you. At that moment, he manages to take the ball away from the opposing team, run to the basket and score.
This made him realize two things: first, your cheering the made the whole team’s morale shot up. And second, It’s also slightly distracting the opposing team. Genial!
Whenever he scores and you celebrate, he gets flattered and embarrassed but smiles at you discreetly.
They end up winning! While the players are celebrating, they go to you and the rest of the cheerleading group. He walks towards you, but is intercepted by Kalim, who hugs him. And it's only a few seconds later that he looks at you, looks at Jamil, smiles awkwardly and breaks the hug.
But more awkward than he is, you two are. Jamil doesn't like public displays of affection, so at first you don't even know what to do our say. You end up saying: "Congratulations on the victory" at the same time as he says "thanks for the cheering". And you two giggle.
Before the players go to shower, Jamil asked you to wait for him behind the gymnasium. It was already night. You were waiting outside and after a while you got distracted. He greets you as soon as he sees you and walks towards you.
He opens his arms, inviting you to hug him. And you do it. “Sorry I didn't thank you properly after the game.” He places his index and thumb on your chin, tilting it up and bringing his face closer to yours. “But now I can.” he whisper and kisses your lips.
“*Sigh* I really don't want to go back to Scarabia  and put up with Kalim's party spirit.” He hugs you around the waist and gently places you against the wall. “So would you celebrate with me a little while before I have to go?”
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imsparky2002 · 9 months
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Coward and Proud of It
(Nathaniel is drawing in his sketchbook after another akuma attack, and notices his classmates looking embarassed, their faces riddled with guilt.)
Nathaniel: Why do you guys look like that?
Alix: Dude, we’re such horrible friends! We forgot about you again!
(He looked confused. She sounded sincere, but why?)
Rose: I can’t believe we left you behind! We’re supposed to look out for each other!
Nathaniel: Uh, what are you talking about?
Nino: We didn’t go back to look for you dude! We were too busy saving our own skins. (He looks ashamed. Nathaniel realizes what’s going on.)
Nathaniel: Are you talking about the last akuma attack? You think you abandoned me?
Kim: Yeah! You were nowhere to be found. Weren’t you looking for us?
Nathaniel: Uh... no? Guys, you didn’t leave me behind. I left you.
(The entire class gasps in shock.)
Chloe: What are you on about, Kurtzberg?!
(He just rolls his eyes at the girl.)
Nathaniel: Whenever I am able to do so, I slip away from you guys. Afterall, Akumas seem to have a magnet for our group. And the best way to avoid getting killed is to lay low, away from the source.
Adrien: You make it sound like we’re a liability to you!
Nathaniel: *Bluntly* You are. You all run around like headless chickens, instead of ducking for cover and keeping your heads down. If this were a zombie apocalypse, you’d fail horribly. Well, except for Adrien and Marinette. Somehow you two always manage to avoid the brunt of the attacks. Not to mention you’ve never been akumatized yourselves. Main character energy if I’ve ever seen it.
Marinette: Yeah... that’s the reason. *Internally sweating*
Max: Nathaniel, you make up one fourteenth of a group. I am pretty sure we’d realize if you had abandoned us.
Nathaniel: Well, Max, for a guy with such a high iq, you clearly weren’t smart enough the other four times I did it.
Alya: Hold on a second, you’ve left us FIVE TIMES?!
(Nathaniel nods. He doesn’t understand why everyone seems so surprised.)
Nathaniel: You make it sound like it’s such a hard thing to do. When you’re all freaking out like that, it’s easy for a quiet guy like me to slip away.
Alix: (Talking about the Art Club Squad) But every time we texted you in the group chat, you acted like you were trying to find us. You even said you understood how panicked we got.
Nathaniel: Yeah, I was lying. You think I’m gonna reveal my escape plans? Then you’ll wanna join me, and I can’t have anyone from this class, even my friends, putting a target on my back via association.
Juleka: *Mumbling* Ouch, dude.
Chloe: Hmph! Well if you’re so elusive, tell us how on earth a nobody like you managed to survive all these attacks.
Nathaniel: Why should I tell you? You’d just try to join me next time.
(Rose uses her puppy dog eyes, and he caves.)
Nathaniel: Alright, fine. But I’m not taking any of you next time, you hear me?
(They grumble and nod.)
Nathaniel: Ok, Stormy Weather was pretty easy. All I had to do was avoid Alec, head home to my house, shut all the windows, lock the doors, hide under the bed, and done. For some reason, Akumas usually attack anyone unlucky enough to be outside. If they don’t have a specific victim in mind that is.
(The classmates all mutter in agreement. He had a point.)
Nathaniel: Next up was Guitar Villain, and once again you all ran off together, not even thinking of splitting up. And it seems none of you got the idea of just pretending to like the music. That’s what I did, just copied what I saw Ivan doing in class the day before, and headbanged like there was no tomorrow. I find the music to be cringe as all hell, not to mention the singer’s a deadbeat dad with an obviously fake English accent, but I had to fake it to make it.
Juleka: *Muttering* He really is a scumbag.
Nathaniel: Then there was Frightingale. I didn’t escape by myself, since I got a helping hand from a certain cute writer who I had been in the music video with. Turns out we had both been crushing on the other for awhile, and finally had the courage to ask eachother out. He took me to a safespot with the other kids in Mendeliev’s class, they took a liking to me, since I actually bothered to ask about their lives. You do realize that the kids besides Marc, Mireille, Jean and Aurore have names right?
Marinette: Of course we did!
Nathaniel: Really, what are they?
(The class is unable to even come up with a guess.)
Sabrina: Uh...
Nathaniel: That’s what I thought. Anyway, Zombizou was my favorite. Me and the Science kids got to kick love-zombie ass, and in order to avoid suspicion, Marc and I kept making out whenever they were near. It was so awesome! (He blushes before getting back on topic.) So yeah. You guys never abandoned me, I abandoned you. And before you say anything, no, I’m not sorry.
Alix: *Looking forlorn* But dude... we’re your friends!
Nathaniel: Well, you are. Most of the Art Squad is, but the rest of you only interact with me if you need something for your ships. You realize I’m an accomplished cartoonist, right? The Ladybug comic I work on with Marc is a huge success. I’m just as important as the rest of you!
Kim: Dude, we aren’t saying you’re not.
Nathaniel: Well I wasn’t important enough for any of you to notice I was being bullied by Chloe?
Chloe: Oh please, Kurtzberg. You got off easy.
Marinette: She made everyone’s life bad, Nathaniel. Not just yours!
Nathaniel: When you get bullied, everyone coddles you. When I get humiliated in front of the class, nobody besides my art friends came to comfort me, to explain to me why I got akumatized, why I was right to feel angry about what happened. Marc’s class also took the time to explain to me how it was creepy to write my self-insert being in love with a real classmate. They’re the reason I apologized to you, Marinette.
Chloe: Well if they’re so cool, then why don’t you join them!
Mylene: Chloe! We wouldn’t want that! Nathaniel’s our friend!
Nathaniel: Actually, that’s what I plan on doing next year. No offense, but I can only tolerate like half of you. I’d rather be with a class that actually recognizes my value, that takes the time to ask how I’m doing. If that makes me a background character in your world, so be it.
(He gets up and sees Marc waiting for him.)
Nathaniel: I’m not some helpless little lamb that gets lost whenever there’s an akuma. I’m a survivor, a coward, and I’m proud of it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna make out with my boyfriend.
(He smirks as he sees each classmate with their jaw on the floor.)
Turns out our Nath wasn’t abandoned after all. He’s just an escape artist. This felt so cathartic to write, and I hope you enjoyed it. As usual, let me know your thoughts in reblogs, replies, posts, and asks. @artzychic27 @msweebyness 
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theosconfessions · 6 months
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if youd like to read the stephens from the beginning you can do so over here :)
if youd like to read the stephens continued you can over here :)
@ohsosims
theo-i ended it because i knew if i didnt id have another lillie/marlee situation on my hands if i didnt. i was spiraling. literally out of control.
scarlett- so you were with other people on the show?
theo- i think i need to be more clear.and dustin told me not to. to be kind of vague. i wasnt sleeping with anyone else that was on the show WITH DUSTIN. but. at the time this was being filmed.. at the time you were conceived scarlett, i was casually dating jamis mom, lillie again. so technically i was yeah. just not on the show.
scarlett-and she was okay with you having a second season?
theo-she was getting serious with her boyfriend so yeah. think we were both ready to close that chapter.it was out of convenience not love.
scarlett- ouch.
theo- its the truth. it was easy. lillie will tell you the same
scarlett- was it the same with my mom? easy?
theo- obviously i still had some feelings left for your mom. we stayed married forever.but we were long over way before we even got divorced. we did nothing but hurt eachother. and STAY hurting eachother.
scarlett- and now you dont talk to her anymore.
theo- the same can be said for you.
scarlett- well it isnt my interview.
theo- maybe it should be
scarlett-no no. no steering this back to me. so. backstory complete. we're steering this back to where it should be. you and dustin. you propositioned him to come on the show in the first place. i feel like you both knew where this was heading and you wasted a lot of peoples time.
theo- i dont look at it like that. at the time that i met dustin we never went out on a date so no i didnt.
scarlett- just because you didnt go on a date with him doesnt mean you two werent involved.you felt comfortable enough asking him to join it.you wouldnt do that to someone you barely knew. would you?
theo-maybe
scarlett-youre not being honest.
theo- i dont want to say something im going to regret when i get home.
scarlett- so you two were at least hooking up.
theo- scarlett, leave it. at least this. its dustin we're talking about. not one of my trysts and shit ill answer anything else.
scarlett- not answering is answering
theo-or you could cut this shit and leave it out and spare your dad some embarassment. cmon scar. inappropriate as shit.
scarlett- [smirks] okay okay. youre right., except we're live so i cant. but good enough. lets move on.
theo- great.
scarlett- you end the show.
theo- right.
scarlett- you go home and you make it official with dustin. almost right away.
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gigglingcloud · 1 year
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𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 .. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘
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Knocking.
Somone is knocking on the door, if it's not the end of the world then i don't know what this is. I jumped out of the bed, literally, that i stumbled upon evry furniture on my way but the person on the other side of the door can't have mercy and i think i know who it is,
_"30 minutes "
_" what? "
_"it took you thirty minutes to open the door"
He allways does this, would spit on insults with a stone cold face but that's not what I'm worried about since I've been admiring his pink locks swaying beautifully with the light breeze, he'd usually say it annoys him but for me it's rather mesmerizing, especially when i taunt him about why he doesn't cut his hair if that's what it is about, yet, deep down i remember telling him long time ago to grow it because i love how soft it feels between my fingers when i play with it and i like to think that's the reason he allways mumble under his breath instead of actually doing something about it, but i know it would never happen because he would never admit it.
He flicked my forehand
"Owww haruuuu what was that for??" i said pouting and having my hands over where my fatal injury was
"i wanted you to focus, you're too late for your classes and you dare keep me standing on the door"
"but,
"save it" he warned "go and change quick, and you better hurry or i'll break the door to your room"
"ouch"
allthoug he look scary when he deos that yet i left with a sly smile knowing im the only one he could be this expressive around
"best morning" i said like the dork iam
"hurry" he heard me! But who cares.
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It was after 10 minutes that he dragged me out of the house into the car and lend me his jacket, mucho only took glance at me from the mirror sighing , i greeted him nonchalantly knowing he is used to me being the lazy off of us three, haruchiyo, or sanzu as he want people to call him sat beside me in the bck seat to save time while mucho started the car and drove to wherever manjiro wanted us to go,
I let myself sink in the world of thoughts looking out of the window and i didn't realized i was started to. Doze off until we reached a tunnel and the picture of haru reflected on the window before me, he was already looking at me, i smiled at him and he saw that yet didn't avest his gaze
"I'm hungry" I blurted out with a crooked voice from the lack of use,
"you're not"
He replied giving me the knowing look, or so i thought since he put on his mask and his diamond scars that i get caught staring at very often, he caught on
"don't do that" he said rather quietly " i hate it"
" i love you " i said rather loudly that mucho had to shush me when on the phone, OH MY GOD , sirens went on in my mind and flushed, looking at him , haru's wide eyes got even wider for split second but i saw that, he didn't say a thing and just kept staring at me that i jumped for the door's handle planing subconsciously to jump off, he got out of his daze and yanked me back with my ankle
"Don't just stare at me you're making this even more awkward!!!" i whispered yelled that i thought he didn't hear me of how calm he's been acting,
Instead he didn't answer and just removed his grip from my. Wrist and wrapped his arm around my shoulders slowly shifting me so my head was resting on him, i couldn't do anything, i mean how could i, i rested my head on hi side with my hands awkwardly hugging my frail frame, unexpectedly or expectedly, the embarassment started fading and my stiff body relaxed hearing a faint thud,
His heart beat, he was truly calm, stone cold but,
"go to sleep" he ushered quietly,
Iknow, i can see it in his eyes, the faint glint of adoring, iknow because it's not our firs encounter nor the second nor the thousand one, it's been years yet the sweet smile never leaves my mind, it might be washed out of his face but his eyes speak louder, even with his mask on i saw it, the small smile, the tiny stretch of his eyes
He smiled
He might not say it back but, iknow there's a special place for me somewhere in his cold stone heart,
Iknow because I've been there, iknow because he was there,
Iknow because i love him.
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-ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ , ɪ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ-
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fumikomiyasaki · 2 months
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“Great job out there, [name]!”
With Daniel and Inessa :3
“That outfit looks fantastic on you!”
With Asif and Yuzuha!
“You have a really nice smile.”
With Vivienne and Mellow :)
Love language
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Today was the day she practised for... she eyes this ice skating tournament for a while and also hoped Dragiselle would watch her on the screen from her room... even if she wished she could have come with her... before going out she adjusted her sidetail and looked around... just to spot one face familiar.
"So I was right that you would be my competition one day?"
"Well I moreso joined this for fun really... but its nice to see you, Nessa."
"Already skipping to Nicknames? I will surely make you regret if you take me lightly."
"I am moreso curious how you do without me... I am sure it be interesting to see."
The announcer called out her name as she took a deep breath and stepped onto the ice... the landings, the spins... everything about her was gracefull and calculated but... maybe even a bit too serious.... the jury could see. In the end she got a total score of 9.1... but to her she pouted a little about it.
"Great job out there, Inessa!"
"To me it was not enough... what could I improve..."
"How about you watch me and maybe get an idea?"
She glared a little at him as he swiftly walked onto the ice... yet as he stared his run... her eyes were glued to him... the charisma... the swiftness... he was far more into the emotion and character of the song... there was small mistakes but the Jury itself was far more entertained and awake... in the end he got an 9.5... and so he gained first place and she second among this whole event...
After the event celebrations was done he was a little surprised to feel her grab him by the collar to look at her.
"You need to teach me! I have to know your secrets."
"Nessa... what you need first is to calm down and take it easy, alright... I gladly want to teach you but... you first need to learn how to stress down and control your emotions."
She let her hand go... but somewhat her eyes still lingered up at him... she didn't notice how close she got in that emotional outburst, a bit of red on her face showed it well.
"Cute~"
"Oh shut up... anyway I am glad you accept my proposal but I will try to calm down."
"How about the same as last time? We eat something and then we do some skating together... then I can show you the things you are missing on ice. Cause you have the talent but... you still need to learn to be less of an ice queen. Ouch-"
She lightly punched his arm "Don't call me that... fine... lets go together."
She didn't want to admit that smile of his at hers was kinda handsome to her... her feelings were a mess all over the place... how was he so mesmerizing not only on ice but outside... wasn't she in love with Dragiselle more... she shook off that feeling for now... and followed after him.
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On that day Yuzuha spend most time sorting out his closet given a lot of things he simply didn't need anymore or they didn't fit him... he was surprised as Asif stopped by to visit him, reading to him some of the stuff he wrote while he sorted stuff but after a while he was curious too what Yuzuha was throwing away.
"Is that... a bunny suit?"
"I did tell you what I did before, right?"
A blush spread across his face.
"R-right... but... I do am curious why this one doesn't fit."
A smirk appeared on the glasses wearing mans face.
"Oh you want me to model some of these for you?~ I wouldn't mind it."
And so Asif sat back often avoiding his eyes once he changed but the surprise on each look on him was for one embarassing but also he looked kinda good in it.
"The problem with the bunny suit was really just my upper body kinda destroys it but... maybe you could-"
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"N-no its fine... I don't think it would look good on me... the next one."
One thing Asif picked out for him got him to gush... it was like a fancy robe paired with the headpiece it made him look more regal and royal than anything.
"That outfit looks fantastic on you! You look like a prince!"
"If thats what you like... I will keep it..." He put his arms around his lips pulling him close... as Asif tugged the hair that usually covered Yuzuhas eyes to the side.
"Your eyes really are so pretty... like glass..."
"Tch... I don't like them as much... they remind me of my mother and... I don't want to remember her... but say~"
To Asifs surprise Yuzuha used the opportunity to catch him off guard and let them both fall onto the bed, stroking his face.
"I could also tell you a lot of things I find pretty on you... after all you are the reason I hate this world less than before... you make it worth living in."
"Yuzu..."
"How about we take a break... or do you wanna model for me instead?"
"Um... I'll think about it."
Yuzuha leaned over him to kiss down his neck a little... he could get a little reward for all the work... at least for now. He just loved seeing him blush for him.
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Autumn leaves fell down as Mellow relaxed under a tree sketching... at first he wanted to draw simple things like leaves and mushrooms but eventually his head was lost in daydream... he got distracted by a thought... the last time he met Vivienne and assisted her as dance partner... he hid his face in his scarf as he sketched away self indulgent a small portrait of her... before sighing closing his sketch book and leaning back on the bench... holding it in his arms... but suddenly he was surprised by the same person he sketched before.. as he almost accidentally hit the back of his head and trying to not fall off the bench.
"You look panicked Mellow, are you alright?"
"S-sorry you just... jumpscared me a little."
"My bad... I just wanted to surprise you."
He offered a seat next to him on the bench as she sat down with him.
"I just saw you smile to yourself when you sketched. You have a really nice smile!"
His face couldn't get anymore redder than he already was but panic made things worse for him and he dropped his sketchbook... she picked it up for him and scrolled through it but thanks to that... she also saw his portrait attempt blushing as well.
"You tried to draw me? Its incredible."
"I... um... I... I-it was supposed to be a gift... as thank you for... umm..."
How could he explain himself without his crush on her seeming obvious but luckily she noticed how fidgetty he was and put a hand on his shoulder.
"I love it regardless of the reason... I would be happy that if you ever finish it I can see it."
"O-okay... then I will share it with you. B-but actually... it wasn't the only sketch I did."
He turned the page to another finished piece... one with her in a princess dress... a gasp escaped her before she hugged him... not knowing what it will do for him as he just fainted sitting down.
"Mellow, are you alright? Mellow!"
He snapped back after a minute but it was still hard for him to speak normally.
"A-anyways I a-am happy you like them..."
"They are just.... I am stunned by how pretty they are... that you drew me so well... you really are amazing."
He hid behind his notebook he needed to leave or else his heart will burst out his chest.
"U-um sorry but I gotta leave right now... the dorm leader needs me but... I will give you both sketches n-next time okay."
She hit him with a smile that almost made him faint again as she looked at him.
"I look forward to it, Mellow."
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inusdibyvdwyiwdkbhwv · 9 months
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CAPTIVATED BY YOU
Chapter 2 : An hunch and goodbye
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FLASHBACK. (A fortnight in the past)
Y/N's POV
Yuji-Nii I am going to head out now , remember to eat and sleep on time I hav-
"Yeah Yeah y/n I know everything and I can take care of myself now you just go and win the competition it's not like am gonna awake some demon while doing our woodoo stuff in the occult club " said my older twin while cutting me off .
It's not going to be my first time going for some competition out of the town but this time I have a feeling a hunch that I should not. While sighing I bidded my goodbye to him
Ok Yuji-Nii I would be heading out then . Bye!! Take care !!
As soon as I got out of shabby but cozy apartment I saw my friends waiting down , I quickly descended down the stairs and greeted them and headed to the train station .
On our way to the station I noticed something that only I could , there are more of them here then there were since the time I was born, it was unusual. Those weird and creepy creatures are more in number than ever before the feeling that I had which told me to not too leave my older twin alone grew stronger but I knew that nobody but Yuji-Nii would be the happiest person if I could win the competition . Ignoring the unusual feeling I reluctantly boarded the train and headed to Tokyo.
After some hours we reached our destination, it was night ,we had a 3 days stay in Tokyo for the first 2 days we would be busy with the competition and on the 3rd day we would be having the award ceremony and some fun .
I got off the train and headed to Shibuya my group and I were aweed by the beauty of Tokyo we only visited Tokyo thrice but it was only a 1 day stay , so we didn't had time to discuss Tokyo like now . I was looking around for the hotel while admiring the busy market , and that's when my clumsy ness kicked in I bumped into someone and feel first on my butt .
Ouch . I winced in pain
" Are you ok?? " I heard an unknown voice. I looked up saw a boy maybe he was around my age.
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Black obsidian spiky hair , green eyes , a spotless skin , he was like a rottweiler .
Yeah I am ok , just fell a bit too hard . I replied while maintaining the eye contact
" I sorry about my childish teacher he is just…… stupid he got excited about sweets and then you bumped into you and then you know . " said the green eyed boy in embarassment while offering a hand .
I turned a little and saw a lamppost like man with white hair giggling and drooling infront of the bakery.
'Ohh it's ohk but can you tell me where this hotel is . I asked while showing him the template of the hotel ." I asked
"Ohh yeah I know just go strait for 50 meters from here ."
I thanked the stranger and went back to my group , we checked in hotel all excited about the competition and our stay at Tokyo.
Second day
Waking up the nect day we all were ready for the competition I was checking myself for the last minute when the mirror broke out of nowhere . I was surprised at that it isn't a good omen my thoughts rushed to all of the possibilities I could think of from anyone getting hurt to us losing the competition to what not dazed by my own thoughts I didn't even noticed my friends calling me out to ask if I was ok .
We had to pay for the stupid mirror and checked out .
We boarded the train and gosh the trains in Tokyo are so damn crowded I was sandwiched between people and it was so so damn uncomfortable.
Swoosh thud
You creep what were you trying to do
Turing around I saw a jet black haired person pinning a man down on the floor . He snatched the phone from his hands and then scoffed saying " I am handing you to the police for taking someone's picture without their permission that too of under their skirts you creep " the boy then stepped on his face and pressed his foot more making the man lying down wince in pain . He than looked at me with his green eys and scolded me in annoyence " You need to be more carefull of your surroundings miss ."
It was than that i realised that the man on the floor was trying to take pictures of me I was taken back but then a sense of relief rushed to me that i was wearing safety shorts .
"Thankyou for helping me and I have always worn safety shorts but I am still thankful mister……… aren't you the boy from yesterday who was with the white haired lamppost " I said
He scoffed at me " That doesn't matters. "
He got out of the train with the man as the train had stopped.
Third Day
On the third day after the competition was finished I recieved a Phone call from Yuji-Nii on the way back to my house I was just about to tell him about win and that i would be at home in half an hour but what he told me next shook my core .
"GRANDPA ………… he is dead."
My fell out of my hand the train had just reached the station I ran straight towards the hospital.
Our grandfather was dead he was like a father to us and like our real father he bid goodbye without even me being there in his last time . He left us it had to be a lie there is no way he can be that cruel.
My own mind ate me I ran as fast as I could not caring that cars would run over me and I would be dead I had to see my grandfather no matter what ?
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So this is it for this chapter I know it's short but I have some stupid tests going on and am so so so sorry.
Thank you for reading
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umm.. its kinda embarassing but saeyoung and/or vanderwood with an mc who is very weak XD its bc im so weak that one time i did an arm wrestle against a 2nd grader and still lost;; LOLOL
Saeyoung/ Vanderwood x a weak Mc
Hello! I am the same! Like, children mostly win against me! So, since I totally know how you feel I felt very funny while writing this! Have fun reading!
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Saeyoung
Your fiancé didn’t quite notice how weak you were until he helped you move out of your apartment and into his place.
It was a hot summer day when you slowly began to put every book you had on your shelves into some boxes.
Your place was in chaos, and the fact that Zen, Yoosung, Saeran, and of course your fiancé were helping you pack up wasn’t helping at all.
No, it was even worse since Saeyoung thought it would be funny to constantly tease Yoosung or check your stuff and tease you with it.
However, after you scolded him a few times, he finally calmed down and instead began to support you.
,,Mc, you and Yoosung can carry the cartons, we will try to move the heavier things,’’ Saeyoung said, checking if the boxes weren’t too heavy.
The car he rented was big enough for all of your things to fit in, but he still would have needed to come a second time to bring all of your heavier things into his place.
You and Yoosung agreed eventually and took the first box with both hands, walking slowly towards the exit.
However, you couldn’t quite accomplish your task.
Suddenly the blond man gasped, you let out a yelp, and then a loud noise was heard, making the three other boys run towards you guys as quickly as possible.
The sight they got was unusual.
,,Dude, you’re supposed to help her, not to break her!’’ Zen scolded Yoosung while Saeyoung approached you to help you up as you were laying on the floor. The box the both of you were carrying was broken while your stuff was strewn all over the floor..
,,Actually…’’ you mumbled as soon as you were standing on your legs, trying to find the right words.
,,I am kind of weak and I lost strength in my arms. I couldn’t hold the catron anymore so I had to let go of it,’’ you confessed.  
Saeyoung of course thought that it was kind of hilarious, but made sure that you did other things instead and carried your stuff outside with the other boys to make sure that you wouldn’t hurt yourself.
,,I can’t believe that you’re that weak to lose against Saeran!’’ Saeyoung laughed when the two of you tried to play arm wrestling, which ended up with his twin winning.
,,I told you that I’m weak! I’m in pain now!’’ you laughed, rubbing and trying to massage your arms.
And since then, Saeyoung noticed more and more how weak you were and how much he needed to protect you.
He swore to himself that he would protect you, no matter what.
Vanderwood
Laughing children were running past you, goofing around as they enjoyed the happy atmosphere of the park.
For you and Vanderwood, however, it was a completely different situation.
You weren’t even sure what you were arguing about, but both of your moods quickly changed in the worst way possible. Neither one was talking to the other one anymore.
You were frustrated with the situation, but you knew that you couldn’t change that fact and so, you kept on walking behind your boyfriend.
Your eyes wandered from one point to the other until your body crashed against something stiff.
,,Ouch,’’ you gasped when your nose met his back, making you rub the tip of it as if it was hurt.
And even though you seemed to be in pain, Vanderwood was still neutral about it.
Only when he heard your groans, the man turned around.
,,What did you do?’’ he asked you, still annoyed but also worried.
When you told him that you just walked into them and hurt yourself, he almost couldn’t believe you.
,,I didn’t even feel anything! As if!’’ he rolled his eyes.
But the two of you tried it out - the two of you were holding hands and tried to push each other away.
You didn’t move him by a millimeter.
It did loosen up the mood around the two of you and you laughed together again, but this was also the trigger for Vanderwood to make you do some workouts so that you could become a bit stronger.
It didn’t really matter, in his opinion, if you weren’t strong, but he thought of it as an important matter to make sure that you could protect yourself in any case, even though your weakness made him promise himself to not leave you alone anymore and never let you walk behind him so he could see you.
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11.05.2022 // 22:31 MEST
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Note : This is based on my mother's day sooo.
Julieta started to get suspicious when her daughter had eyebags under her eyes, “Mi vida, did you get enough sleep?” she asks in her motherly tone as usual.
“Ah— yes i did, Ma. Don't worry, i'm just a little bit stress. Not tired nor sleepy.” (Y/N) rub her eyes then focus again on her chores, leaving Julieta in worried.
“Ay, (Y/N).” she mumbles then decided to let it go. But the next day, it just getting worse. Surprisingly, (Y/N) didn't looked so tired and sleepy at all.
“(Y/N), you need to stop staying up late. That's not good for—”
“—My own health, yes, but Mama i assure you that i'm fine.” Julieta pinch her temple then sighs when her second daughter is being stubborn. “Is there anything i could do for you to ease your stress, amor?” the healer asks as she give her daughter's hand a light squeeze.
“Um, yes please- from now on, i'll make my own coffee so Mama can focus on cooking the breakfast.” Julieta raises her brows as she tilts her head, “Oh? If i may know, why's that?”
“It's been so long i made myself my own coffee. That's all.” with that, Julieta let her daughter go again, but tonight she's to stay up a little too to see what is her daughter intention.
The clock showed her it's already 11 pm. Julieta twisted her knob then go to the kitchen to drink a water, but when she saw the light already turned on, she remembered her daughter.
“That must be (Y/N).” she fasten up her steps then take a little peek to see the person, and she's right, it's (Y/N).
Well, let's just say she's been drinking a lot of coffee - which make her brain will go bbrrr—
“(Y/N)!?” the daughter jumps at the sudden call, then spilled her coffee to the floor. “Dios— mama, you scared me!” she replies as she hold her cup of coffee.
Julieta sighs then put her hands on her hips, “Mi Amor, why are you drinking coffee at midnight?” Julieta walks closely to the daughter then take the coffee away from her.
“Too much caffein, tell me how much have you been drinking coffee? No lying.” (Y/N) can only chuckle nervously as she fidget her fingers, “Two cups in the morning, one cup in the noon, Three cups in the evening then ... Five in the midnight? I guess?”
Julieta widen her eyes after counting how many cups of coffee (Y/N) has been drinking, “Everyday?” “Uhh yes, everyday.”
The mother put the coffee away then leans on the counter as she cross her arms, “Please tell me what makes you do this everyday— you could've hurt yourself!”
(Y/N) shift her gaze away from her mother then look at the calender, “It's suppose to be a surprise, but uhh—” she take a quite big box present then show it to Julieta.
“Happy early Mother's day? Yeayyy...” the two of them stand awkwardly as the silence filled the kitchen room. Then they heard a loud crash, “Ouch! Get off Mirabel!”
“Ay, hermanas! No need to fight, the others are still sleeping—” “Shut up Isa— Ah! Luisa, there's a roach! Get it away, get it away!”
(Y/N) facepalmed at the sight if her sisters getting ruckus at midnight, she felt so embarassed. It was supposed to be a surprise. But oh well, it's already messed up.
“Happy Mother's day, Mama...” they just embarassed themselves more. Julieta was laughing out loud as she wipes the tears of her eyes.
“You four are grounded on mother's day, sweethearts.”
“Mama...” they groaned while hugging the dearest mother.
AWWWW THATS SO CUTE AMBSSLDJE😭 mama julieta is something i definitely LOVE☹️☹️ also luisa, mirabel, and isabela as sisters would be the best sisters i love this so much it gives me life
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‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ taking the blame for them ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊
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[anon; ] I end up doing this a lot, so maybe the boys reaction to their crush taking the blame for something they did in school? (Maybe with Tsukki, Suna and Iwa? Or anybody you prefer really!)
[ans; ] ahhh tysm for this ask i love it smmmmm, pls i love how you also recommended the best characters for this prompt too omg || suna’s is in a conveniece store ||
~i ended up only doing tsukishima and suna because of how long they got but i might do a second one with iwa and another character, probably either daichi or suga :))
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TSUKISHIMA;
your gaze on tsukishima embarassingly fell upon him once again as he entered the room. it was embarassing really, it was like you couldn’t exactly look away. he seemed different today though, the classroom was mostly empty except for a few people since the bell had just rang, everyone was just now getting into their classrooms.
your brows furrowed slightly when you watched tsukishima tighten his fist and your eyes widened when your eyes followed his fist to hit the wall, in consequence knocking down the teachers’ computer in the process, shattering the screen. your facial expression was in shock and you saw tsukishima hiss the word “shit,” under his breath.
an exasperated yamaguchi that saw what happened went over to his friend asking what happened to frustrate him to this length as you huffed out and stood from your seat, walking past them to see if the teacher was coming soon. “goddammit i can’t miss practice today to detention,” tsukishima cursed under his breath, “yeah tsuki but maybe you shouldn’t just go punching things when you’re frustrated over volleyball.” yamaguchi replied slightly annoyed with a stern expression on his face. 
“you’re a dumbass, you know that?” you remarked looking up at tsukishima from the door, his gaze not too far away from you as he stood a foot or two from you. his mouth fell open in disbelief of what you had just called him and the tone that you had used, almost... almost irritated. “excuse me? w-” he was cutoff by the teacher walking in and gasping at the sight of her computer broken. “what happened?” she demanded. you sighed and shared a look with tsukishima, as soon as he opened his mouth you pinched his arm much to his dismay, “it was me, i accidently stumbled upon your desk and it feel, i’m sorry.” you falsely confessed. “ouch” tsukishima said in an annoyingly directed tone as he rubbed his arm. 
“you will be having detention with me, y/n, i understand it was an accident but i will need to have you in detention to earn back the fixes to the school computer, i know you wouldn’t do it on purpose.” “yes ma’am,” you replied in content.
tsukishima who just finally caught on to what just happened gave you a look, “what?” you asked, almost annoyed with his look that he was giving you. “why did you do that, dumbass? it wasn’t you.” 
“because you’re a dumbass.” you replied huffing and returning to your seat.
tsukishima followed you and took a seat behind you, “I’M the dumbass? i didn’t just get myself into detention on purpose.” tsukishima smirked and leaned forward tapping his finger on your shoulder for you to turn around.
as you turned around you ended up facing him a little too close, his face inches from yours as you felt his breath, “or maybe you just did it because you have an unbearable attraction towards me.” he whispered and pulled back almost immediantly.
your cheeks warmed at what he had said and your eyes had widened slightly, you raised your hand in opposition as you started before being cutoff by tsukishima grabbing your wrist and leaning towards you again “it’s okay, i like you too, dumbass.” he smirked and fell back to his seat as the teacher started the lesson in front of you, your cheeks burning up at this point, “shut up” you spit, turning around to face the teacher, cursing yourself for doing that.
you knew he liked you and you knew you liked him, but having him confess it and pushing you about it pissed you off.. in a way that you almost liked but you pushed the thought so you could focus on the lesson
his breath hit your neck once again as he leaned on his desk
“oh? okay,” his smirk was almost evident with his teasing tone as he pushed you on, “but before i do, are you free this weekend?”
SUNA;
“oh come on y/n, why don’t ya go out with me, will ya?” he teased in that annoying high-pitched voice as he mimicked atsumu. “i swear to god rintarou, if you keep pushing it i will-” he cut you off as he leaned his face down to face you, “you will what?” your frustration hit the roof “ughahh” you let out, pushing the boy out of your way as you headed to the convenience store with your best friend.
“i hate you.” you stated, walking ahead faster than him. suna stuffed his hands in his pockets and laughed watching your attempt of running away from him. “no you don’t, princess.” you rolled your eyes at the name, “quit calling me that idiot.”
“yes ma’am” he mocked as he caught up with your smaller strides that you worked so hard on to get away from him. he easily took up the space between you two again with his longer strides.
“why don’t you go out with atsumu by the way?” he asked, dropping his poking and actually being serious for a second. you were taken back from his drop in attitude and decided to answer him, “i- i don’t know...i-” you turned to face him as you caught his green eyes watching you intently for the answer, the way his facial features were paying close attention, the way he naturally leaned to you to know. your cheeks warmed slightly and you decided to push the subject away “shut up don’t ask me why i don’t want to.” you averted turning your head the other way.
suna caught himself, realizing what he must’ve looked like, entranced to know what it was that atsumu does that he shouldn’t do so he could finally have a chance.
‘dammit,’ he thought. ‘just be confident.’ he told himself, trying to muster the courage to pull what he was thinking of doing, even though he thought he’d never have a chance with you.
he opened his mouth to say something but quickly changed what he wanted to say, “you’re too pretty for him anyways.” he sighed, quickly entering the conveniece store and heading to use the bathroom as a way to escape the compliment he just gave you and to avoid being teased by you, because if anything, he’d rather not hear you teasing him in the friend kind of way that you do.
suna walks out a second later, giving you a soft smile as you called him over to the slushies happily picking to mix watermelon and punch, that smile of yours making his heart race again as he bit his bottom lip to stop himself from smiling like an idiot. “come make your slushie ‘taro.” you smiled. he headed over to you and sighed, “i want a coffee slushie.” he said tiredly. you scrunched your nose, “that’s so gross ‘taro.” earning a laugh from him again, “i’m just gonna get an energy drink.” he laughed and headed to get one for himself, “give me your slushie, i’ll pay for it.” 
“what?? no i’ll pay for it, my wallet’s righ-” you dropped as you noticed you had forgotten your wallet.
“you forgot your wallet, princess.” he stated taking your slushie biting back a smirk when your expression turned to him, “how did you know that i forgot my wallet?”
“you left it on your bed before we left.” he said before turning back around and heading to the snack isle.
you huffed at his attention that he noticed that you had forgotten your wallet, “okay i’m gonna use the bathroom.” you sighed.
“kay, i’ll be outside by the time you leave.” he called.
you finished up in the bathroom and headed out as you smiled politely to the employee behind the counter as you passed by and pushed open the door.
“sorry, i’ll pay you back” you sighed as the door closed behind you.
“you don’t have to, i didn’t pay for it.” he said simply handing you the slushie. 
being friends with suna, you never know if he’s joking or being sarcastic, you give him a look and realize that he wasn’t joking. 
“SUNA WHAT THE HELL”
he burst out in laughter at your expression and exasperation as you hit his shoulder lecturing him, “owwwww, it’s not that big of a deal, it’s only 99 cents, y/n.”
“your moral compass it busted, ‘taro.” you huffed right in timing as the stocker for the convenience store walked out, “uhm hi, i noticed that you had taken the items out without paying.” the stocker nervously laughed.
suna’s facial expression turned to stone as he realized he might’ve fucked up. you turned to the stocker and laughed nervously, matching his tone, “sorry i forgot to pay for these and i forgot my wallet at home, would it be okay if i came back and payed for it, i’m a regular here.”
the stocker noticed that it was just a slushie and let it go, “it’s alright, i’ll just pay for it.” you thanked him gratefully as he walked back in.
“smooth talker.” suna remarked.
“I- YOU SHUT UP RINTAROU, YOU LITERAL IDIOT.”
“but you got yourself a free slushie, i wonder what he’ll do when he realizes i took chips and an energy drink too.” he laughed.
you stared at him, too frustrated with him to do anything and just stare at him until his head exploded or something of the latter, that is, until you noticed the amused expression on his face and your own fire died down as you noticed how giddy his smile made you. how you’d do anything to actually have a chance with him.
you both stood there staring at each other holding the shoplifted items as even rintarou’s smile fell down a bit and he started to feel nervous.
“what, you like what you see princess?” he teased, earning his cockyness again.
“tch, shut up” you spat walking back home with him, slushie in hand.
“why did you take the blame for me?” he asked, his tone curious as he watched you carefully.
“because i didn’t want you to get in trouble.” 
“but then you would’ve been in trouble.”
“that didn’t matter to me, i just didn’t want you in trouble.”
suna laughed again, but this time his eyes searched where to look, as he got nervous again “are you serious?”
“yeah, in case you haven’t noticed, the reason i won’t go out with atsumu is because i like you.”
“ARE YOU SERIOUS”
you looked at suna whos’ jaw had absolutely fallen.
“AND HERE I WAS IN FREAKING LOVE WITH YOU AND I THOUGHT I DIDN’T EVEN STAND A CHANCE”
you enrupted in laughter at the sight of him freaking out at your confession, yet ultimately relieve that your feelings weren’t unrequited.
“that’s it,” suna caught up with you and took your hand in his, “we’re dating now and you owe me a kiss now because you had me thinking i was an idiot.”
your cheeks warmed again as he took your hand as you squeezed his and you both met eyes, “you are an idiot, ‘taro.” you smiled, tip toeing to kiss his cheek, making him blush deeply and squeeze your hand back, as he smiled like an idiot again.
“yeah but you like me.” he smirked.
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pLS SJDFLKS I ENDED UP GOING WAY TOO FAR AND WRITING A LOT I’M SORRY SDLKFJ IF ANYONE READ THIS ALL TH WAY THROUGH TYSM ILY AND SORRY MY WRITING IS KIND OF SHITTY BECAUSE ITS’ BEEN A WHILE
pls i don’t think i’ve done this before either though but i started doing the characters pov instead of y/n completely by accident and i don’t know how i feel about it pls lmk if you all like it or not fjsdkl
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(Open Rp) Fall, Romance, Drama, BATIM Au And Halloween Au in " Bendyjuice"
On the Cold, Dark and Stormy Night, Saphira was Driving her Camaro on her way Home from Shopping. She called Her Soon-to-be Ex Boyfriend Name "Daniel Brisk Lynard" But..She hears the Loud beat of the music from the phone..She didn't hear him...Then She Figured it out that he is Having a Wild party,..She was Not Having it..You See, Daniels parents Works with Saphira's Fathers Best company but..If Anything was going on and went wrong..her father will gladly Fired them for any good reason..and As She comes Home and Saw Her Cabin was trashed and destroyed by partiers..She was Furious and Her blood Began to Boil Like Lava. She got out of the car and went inside, She Looked at the inside of her home was destroyed, Her Prized Possession and her Heirloom was ruined..including the Portrait of Her Family...all made her blood realling Boiling and ready to Erupt..and then She use the freezing spell to stop the partiers..and then She said"Alright! Where is Daniel lynard!" She use her unfreeze spell on their arms..and they began to pointed at the Couch part where he was too froze Holding Sheila in his arms..her Shadow looming on them and she Stood there with her hands on her hips with an infuriated Look in her eyes and she said..
Saphira: "So This is what you Do behind my back? you cause a wild party an-"
Suddenly..she sees new reporter about Rich boy having a wild party at Her home..She was so embarassed and all..and then She said to the new reporter.
Saphira: "OUT!!" *use her spell to kick the reporters out and use her magic to clean the mess up..and she looked at everyone * "Alright! Everyone! Except For Daniel and Sheila will have 60 Seconds to get out of my house!! Starting Now! *snapped her fingers*
When her fingers snapped..and unfreeze them..People runs away in fear and Panic..While Saphira Stood there eyeing on those two and everyone is gone except for Daniel and Sheila..and then..She pulls out the pregnancy test that she found it in the bathroom yesterday where Sheila left the bathroom..and She slammed it on the table and cross her arms..
Saphira: "Sheila, Explain this..right now, Is it true that you've been Sleeping around with my Boyfriend Behind my back while I was Out for some Errand..."
Sheila:*lower head with shame..and sniffles* " yes...it's all true.."
Saphira: " How the Hell long is this happening? Because I had suspecting for the Last 3 years now"
Sheila:"Daniel and I..Had been messing around for..3 years and 5 months"
Saphira was Furious..and then She made a hard Slap of her face in anger..and Slapped Daniel too
Daniel: "Ouch! ok ok I deserve it..please..it's not what it looks like..please give me another chance..We'll get rid of the baby!"
Saphira: "OH NO! Your Not going to Get rid of your Responsibility...You are going to keep the baby that you are going to bring THAT Into this world...Daniel lynard..You and your Family and Sheilas are Officially Fired!, and We're through Daniel! Get out!" *Pointed at the Door*
When they left..She called her father..and he told her that he knew it..and he Fired Daniels parents and Sheilas parents For their betrayal Of Saphira...as For daniels and Sheilas family..They were furious at them..and force them to marry eachother..and this time..no Cheating big time..4 years later, Saphira got called from Her Old Bosses lawyer that Mr. Joey Drew Passed away..and he left the will and the Fact that He gives His Studio and His Mansion to saphira as a gift For being a lovely Kitsune Name Saphy, Saphy the lovely kitsune from bendy Shows...Saphira began to Pack her stuff and Move to the Mansion..it was Beautiful..but they Say it was Haunted by the Ink demon who dressed up in Stripe Suit...Rumor has it that,, he can come if someone say his Name 3 times..Saphira doesn't know about it..After she Settled in..She has the weird feeling that she's been watched...and then Sees the note and it says "Bendyjuice, bendyjuice, bendyjuice"...She felt so confused..and then She said it out loud" Bendyjuice" Then she hears the Shaken and felt the moving home..then she said it again, "Bendyjuice" Then the place is started to shaken and hearing the thunder and then She said one more time "Bendyjuice!" then it stopped..When she close her eye..but she opens it..Saphira Opens the Door..and began to walk down the halls and went Down Stairs..and She felt confused..But until She hears the crazed Laughs..until the bright lights hits..and saw This big Ink machine and it began to Start and pouring in as She screams..then suddenly..she saw the Hand..and then he came out and said...
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ghosts just wanna have fun; m
⤷  When Jungkook discovered that he could communicate with dead people, the last thing he expected was that they would be there to give him romantic advice.
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✓ Couple: Jungkook x Reader | Psychic!AU & MedSchool!AU
✓ Filed under: fluff, crack (so many ghost puns), light smut (and jungkook being a nervous virgin) 
✓ Words: 20,062
Author’s Note: In which Jungkook is able to see spirits, but it’s just Taehyung and Yoongi giving him dating tips because he sucks at talking to girls. Hope you guys like it, because it has been on my WIPS for over a year and a half and I can’t believe it’s finally out there... emotional, really.
Also, huge thanks to @storytaeme​, who proof-read this mess like a champ. 
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 There aren’t many embarrassing situations that can overcome the fact that Jeon Jungkook found out about his psychic abilities as he was about to lose his virginity. 
To say the least, that hadn’t been the most pleasant of scenarios to open the pathway to the afterlife. Really, there was no casual way that he could justify the scream that broke from his lips, or the dramatic spin he took as he turned around on the bed — which, ultimately, had him falling into the small space between the nightstand and the wall, with his legs up in the air, and his butthole fully exposed for both planes of existence to see. 
Still, that hadn’t been the worst part. If those two pallid silhouettes had merely disappeared once he had seen them, it wouldn’t have been as traumatic — perhaps Jungkook could have found a semi-believable excuse about what he had witnessed — but no. Not only did the ghosts remain there, with their arms crossed before their achromatic clothes and eyebrows slightly raised in expectation, they continued their conversation as if nothing had happened. 
“Oh, he was definitely going to put it in the wrong hole,” the shorter of the two murmured, clearly entertained at the idea. 
The other scoffed. “What if he did?” he threw back. “Maybe he likes that, we can’t judge.”
Truth was that, one way or another, Jungkook couldn’t even figure out what he liked — he didn’t even get the chance. He was gone from his (ex) girlfriend’s place before his brain could even attempt to construct a plausible explanation, even less to digest what had preceded that unfortunate revelation. Now, the wrong hole would forever be a source of trauma for him. 
And the problems didn’t exactly stop there. Ever since his cherry-popping session was interrupted, Jungkook hadn’t been able to move further than the first base, thinking that he would embarrass himself all over again or, worse, be frightened by a random demon passing by. Also, the constant mockery of his ghostly counterparts certainly didn’t help his concentration. 
The worst part? Helping Jungkook was kind of their whole point. And they couldn’t even do that right. 
Taehyung and Yoongi were their names — they told him right after the first night he saw them. Jungkook didn’t know what had happened in the afterlife that they had been punished with such a horrendous mission and, frankly, at that point, he was too afraid to ask. 
“But I don’t need your help,” Jungkook had said after one particularly bad date, dramatically throwing himself onto his bed. The furniture creaked under his weight and he wondered if it would snap before his mind did. “I just want you to leave me alone or, I don’t know, help me with something else — something useful.”
The two ghosts were by his desk, looking at his class notes and, at that comment, Yoongi raised his eyebrows. “Useful? Like what?” He asked. 
“I don’t know, solving crimes or something,” Jungkook mumbled, turning around so he would face the wall. God, he just needed two seconds alone. 
Behind him, Taehyung laughed. “You don’t even know how to open a bra, and you're out there thinking of reopening cold cases? Give me a break.” 
“Ouch,” Jungkook whispered. Maybe another time, it would’ve hurt his pride a bit more. That night, however, he was too tired to care. “For your information, I do know how to open a bra. You two just started whispering and it distracted me.” 
“We were whispering to you the instructions on how to open a bra,” Yoongi responded. “Would you need those if you knew what you were doing? No.” 
Jungkook sighed. “I just—”
“This conversation is done, we went over this already.” Yoongi interrupted. “You need us, whether you want it or not. You’re painfully bad at romance, Jungkook, even worse at initiating sex. I’ve never seen something like that before.” 
At that, Jungkook rolled on the bed and faced them. There was only one light in his bedroom that was on — the table lamp — and its clear orange shade passed through them both in an odd mixture of contours and lines. “Maybe if I could do it myself, without you two buzzing around the place, it wouldn’t be so bad,” he responded, aggressive. 
“Calm down. You were already bad enough when we arrived,” Taehyung told him, leaning over to see all the scattered pages on his desk. He frowned once he saw something he couldn’t quite understand, and quickly turned away from it. “Nothing changed much.” 
“Right!” Jungkook sat up on the bed. “Isn’t that enough of a sign for you two to stop trying to help me, then?” 
“No,” Yoongi said calmly. “That’s a sign that we have to try harder. And so do you.” 
He sneered. “I absolutely don’t.” 
“Yes, you absolutely do,” he said. “You know what? Grab your phone and get yourself a date with that girl you like from physiology class. Two weeks from now.” 
There was a second of silence as Jungkook’s mind struggled to piece the idea together. He wasn’t even sure about who Yoongi was referring to, there were a lot of girls in his class. “What? Why?” 
“Just trust us. She’s into you,” Yoongi spoke. 
Taehyung nodded in agreement. “It’ll work out.” 
Jungkook scoffed. “When does it, really?” 
“This time, it will,” Taehyung said. “Really. Do it.” 
“Fine.” He breathed out, reaching for his phone. “What girl?” 
Yoongi looked him up and down. “You know what girl.” 
With a deep breath, Jungkook scrolled over his contact list, struggling to find someone that he would have even the slightest chance with. Truth was, he has no fucking clue of which one of the hundred and fifty people in his class would even look in his direction, much less go on a date with him. 
“You do know… right?” Taehyung asked, clearly worried. “We can’t really give you names, but you… know, right?” 
“What? Oh, yeah, yeah! Sure I do!” Jungkook laughed nervously, clicking on a random name and opening a chat. “Here, I’m sending her a text right now. No reason to worry… no reason at all.” 
“Good,” Yoongi said, distracted. “Now, if you need us, we’ll be watching Gone Girl with your neighbors. We already missed the start of the movie, and I’m pissed off as it is.”
Taehyung nodded. “Amazing movie,” he said. Jungkook pressed send and prayed for the best. “We should have more movie nights over here.” 
 Yoongi said something in agreement and, in a second, they were already gone. Jungkook was left alone in his bedroom, with the light of his lamp casting over his features the desperation that he was feeling inside. 
“This better work,” he mumbled to himself. “You two better not be trying to embarass me.”
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And then, two weeks later, Yoongi and Taehyung were laughing at him as his last failed attempt at romance got up from her chair and basically ran away from him.
Yoongi leaned back against the chair, his ankles crossed over the large table. If someone else could see him then, he surely would have received a few complaints about keeping the mall under semi-sanitary conditions. “Jungkook, I’ll tell you something,” he started, clearly amused. “You’re so bad at romance that I wish I was alive just so I could punch some reason into you.”
Taehyung, who had stayed mostly quiet during the painfully awkward interaction, walked beside Jungkook and chuckled at his distress. Still, he was focused on the other ghost, and the implication of his speech. “That amount of violence is the exact reason why you’re no longer alive, Yoongi,” he pointed out, then turned to Jungkook before he could smirk at the reprehension. “But really, that was awful. If I weren’t spiritually tied to you, I would’ve given up by now. You’re hopeless.”
“Completely out of it,” Yoongi added. “Do you even know how women work?” 
Jungkook rolled his eyes, and reached for his phone: there was no way he would enter a discussion with those invisible pricks in a public situation without something to mask it. Not that it would have been the first time.  
Yoongi materialized on the seat next to Jungkook, his head leaning against his hand. The boy was already used to those sudden changes of position, but that didn’t mean that he liked it. In fact, after Taehyung had appeared next to him during a particularly bad time — in which the incognito tab had already been opened, and a bottle of lotion already waited for him — he could never erase the intense panic of such experiences. 
But of course, Yoongi knew that, and he used his discomfort for his own entertainment. “You can’t ignore us, kiddo,” he said slowly, clearly amused. “And you can’t ignore the fact that you’ll die alone, surrounded by cats, if you don’t start listening to what we have to say. We have been tied to you for a reason.”
“And the reason,” Taehyung added, “is to make you stop cockblocking yourself.” 
With a subdued groan, Jungkook pressed his phone against his ear — an old trick that allowed for him to have a conversation without being seen as clinically insane by passersby. “You two are the reason why this date went downhill,” he told them. “You told me to say all the wrong things. You two set this up knowing I’d fail.” 
“Oh, no.” Taehyung shook his head in disagreement. “The words were right. Your delivery was awful.” 
“Western-movie-awful,” Yoongi added. “And if you want to change that, you have to trust us.” 
“Trust you? Where has that taken me?” Jungkook questioned, irritated. “You’re the reason why I lost my first girlfriend and haven’t had another one ever since.” 
Yoongi chuckled. “The girl from the first night? She never talked to you again after that, did she?” He asked, but, of course, he already knew the answer. “Damn, that was cringe-worthy. Butt in the air and everything.”
“No need to remind me, I was there.” Jungkook clenched his jaw, trying to control his demeanor. It wasn’t fair that there was not much that he could do to make the two men shut up — since they were, quite literally, already dead, he didn’t have many threats to utter. “And whose fault was that?” 
“Technically, yours.” Taehyung shrugged. “We didn’t present ourselves to you, you just saw us all of a sudden. We were just as surprised.”
“Besides, you were the one that had the B.F.,” Yoongi added. 
Jungkook raised one eyebrow. “B.F.?”
“Bitch fit,” Taehyung elucidated. “He watched White Chicks with your neighbors last night, don’t worry about it.” 
Jungkook groaned, pressing his hand against his face. Of course — the cherry on top would be outdated pop references, as expected. Yoongi had always been quite fond of the classic ‘with great power comes great responsibility’, and Jungkook thought that the overuse of that quote would be the ultmost reason for his insanity. Nevertheless, he came to understand that it was nothing compared to movies like White Chicks or even Legally Blonde. He would rather hear Uncle Ben’s famous line a billion times over before Yoongi accused him of having a B.F. once more. 
He took a deep breath and tried to focus on the environment around him. The murmurs and disembodied conversations around the mall had morphed into the sound of irritating insects, and he felt as if the earth could just open up and eat him alive. He probably committed a terrible crime in a past life to be stuck with Tweedledee and Tweedledum like that. 
“Anyways,” Jungkook stressed, “it didn’t seem like the two of you were surprised that I could see you. You just kept… talking about me. And my ass.”
Taehyung chuckled. “You were the one with the ass up in the air.” He vanished, then materialized in the seat in front of Jungkook. “What were we supposed to do? Ignore it?” 
“It was an easy target,” Yoongi spoke, then seemed to realize the words that had left his mouth. “Wait, I didn’t mean the double interpretation.” 
“Why can’t the two of you just fucking help me for once?” Jungkook asked aggressively. In a nearby table, one old man raised his eyes from his vegan burger and stared the boy up and down in disapproval. Jungkook lowered his voice and switched his phone to the other ear. “This is unbearable. You two are only making it worse.” 
With a gesture that Jungkook knew all too well, Taehyung used his thumb to point over his shoulder, towards the path that his failed date had followed. “That one wasn’t good enough for you,” he said nonchalantly. “We can tell. We know stuff.” 
“Then why did you set this up in the first place?” He asked, exasperated. 
“As DJ Khaled says, you played yourself,” Yoongi cited. One more reference and Jungkook would be the one joining the world of the dead. “It’s not our fault that you get nervous and can’t deliver the lines right. When have the two of us ever failed?”
“When you died,” he spoke back. “Or did you forget the stupid mistake you made?”
Yoongi hesitated. As much as he tried to play it cool, he wasn’t the smartest one around. In fact, his tragically premature death was all the evidence Jungkook needed to make his point clear. 
During his living days, Yoongi was pretty invested in rock climbing. On a beautiful summer afternoon, just as the sun was setting over the green-bathed hills, one of his friends dared him to bungee jump from the same cliff they had just climbed, and were standing on. Of course, the man agreed promptly, saying that he wouldn’t back out from such a mundane task; stating repeatedly that the fall wouldn’t be so high up anyway. But that wasn’t the turning point: Min Yoongi, in all his adventurousness, quickly decided that his local shop was too expensive and that he would create his own bungee jump cord instead. 
According to him, making the cord proved itself to be quite an easy task. He had gotten some help from his local adrenaline addicts and the final product was a very good copy of the factory-made ones. He measured the cliff twice just to be certain, compared it to the rope, and made sure to test the sustentation and elasticity as many times as he could. 
Still, Yoongi had overlooked an imperative detail: he shouldn’t use a cord that was the same height as the cliff he was jumping from. 
Needless to say, he only realized his mistake once he was already dead. 
Yoongi scoffed at the memory, ignoring his hurt pride. He swore he could still feel his back hurting when he thought about that. “That isn’t the point,” he said. He often did that: changed the subject once he realized he couldn’t leave with the upper hand. “The point is that you keep delivering lines like you’re a bad boy in a South American novela, then expect us to perform a miracle on you.” 
Jungkook frowned, lowering his head. “That’s actually so wrong.” 
But the problem was: Yoongi was right, and Jungkook knew it. In fact, that had been the exact reason why his date had left him that night — the boy had misunderstood Taehyung’s advice to play off as a mysterious man, and instead projected his image somewhere between a psychopath and a person that had only K-dramas as a basis of how human interactions were supposed to work. Jungkook missed his attempts at romance the entire time, but the breaking point was when Yoongi told him to act as a bad influence because, according to him, girls dig a good bad boy. 
Once again, Yoongi wasn’t the brightest mind when it came to risk-taking. That was why he was more dead than Jungkook’s bedroom. 
Jungkook, however, did not realize his own errors until it was too late. He had chuckled at his date’s embarrassment, using his opening to delicately place her hair behind her ear. “I’m going to tell you something,” he started, voice swift and placid as a river. With his eyebrows raised and his lips vaguely forming a pout, he looked like an off-brand version of Handsome Squidward. “I’m not really a good influence, and surely not the kind of guy you’d like to get with. So why don’t you do me a favor and follow the simple orders I give you, uh?”
Her eyes had widened in a mixture of second-hand embarrassment and fear. From the corner of his eyes, Jungkook saw her reaching for her purse over the table. “No, thank you,” she was quick to say. “I don’t think this will work, sorry. I’ll see you around college.” 
And that’s how they ended at that point. The point they always seemed to end up in. 
“I think I need a break from all of this,” Jungkook said, closing his eyes for a moment of peace. “I have a huge test next week and I couldn’t even study for it because of all the preparation for this stupid date. Can you two just take a step back? Just for a little while. Romance can’t be all that I think about.”
As he opened his eyes, he saw Taehyung staring at him. He couldn’t really read his expression. 
And, without an answer, the two of them vanished. 
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If someone asked Jungkook why the hell he thought going to medical school was a good idea, he’d simply say that, at the time, it made sense. After all, he had thought, he’d be some sort of super-doctor, since he had an exclusive VIP pass to the afterlife — just imagine how many people he would be able to help just by asking a friendly ghost what was wrong with a patient. It would be a game-changer. He could even find the cure of cancer if he tried hard enough. 
But of course, he quickly realized that he should’ve thought further about his decision. Maybe being a detective would have made much more sense — it would have been a lot cheaper, that’s for sure, and he wouldn’t have to sit through almost twelve hours of classes every single day for a diploma that seemed to be too far away for him to care. 
That particular class, however, wasn’t the worst one out there. 
It was Tuesday, and Tuesday meant Pathology. Jungkook loved that class because the professor hated teaching it, so the students had to sit in silence for about three hours trying to read the textbook by themselves. The professor said he would be there to answer any questions, but he was mostly scrolling through his phone and interrupting students every time they tried to ask him something — “That’s in the textbook, just keep reading.”  
Most of his classmates absolutely despised that subject, but Jungkook thought it was wonderful: he often learned better by himself anyways, and the lack of conversation during class brought him some sense of peace. Besides, Yoongi and Taehyung hated sitting in that quiet room for too long, so they mostly left after ten or twenty minutes of trying — and failing — to strike up a conversation with Jungkook. It was the perfect day.
Well, most days it was. 
Just as he was about to move forward to the next topic — Adrenal Insufficiency and Addison’s Disease — , the boy felt something poking his bicep and he was quick to turn to his side. Instantly, he recognized your expectant gaze and something fluttered inside his stomach. 
“Hey, Jungkook,” you whispered, leaning over your desk, “is tomorrow afternoon still up? I really need help in cardiac physiology. I kind of suck.”
He hummed in agreement, fighting against the nervousness that crept up on him. Jungkook’s palms started to sweat just by looking at you, he really was one step away from reverting back to his pre-teen days. “For sure. I’ll be at yours at five,” he managed to get out. 
“Thank you so much,” you said, then moved back against your seat. “I owe you one.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled. If it had been anyone else, Jungkook would’ve had a stroke by then — after all, he wasn’t always invited to a girl’s place so easily. That’s someone that I have absolutely no chance with, he thought. So friendzoning himself made everything much easier. “Are you sure you don’t want to meet up at the library?” 
“I can’t really concentrate there,” you answered. “But if you prefer, we could go.” 
“No, no.” He shook his head. “Your place is fine.” 
You smiled again, and Jungkook thought that maybe being shot wouldn’t hurt so much. “Thanks. See you at five.” 
Jungkook nodded and turned around, facing his laptop. Just as he was about to restart typing his notes, he saw a known reflection at the corner of his computer. Oh, God, have mercy.
Yoongi’s reflection smirked from the back row. “Oh, man, she’s so into you.”
 Jungkook shook his head in denial, eyes still glued to the PDF file in front of him. If anything, his classmates would have just guessed he was finding that subject more difficult than usual and, quite frankly, no one could judge him. 
“No?” Yoongi raised one eyebrow, reappearing by his side with his hand supporting his cheek. Jungkook didn’t even need to look at him to know that he was just looooving the discomfort that grew inside his limbs. “I know those things, kiddo. It’s my job.”
From the front seat, Taehyung hummed in agreement. He had his arm placed over the chair, and seemed to find that entire situation a bit boring — maybe because he had seen it countless times before. “She definitely wants to get some of that,” he said. “We are proud of you, son.��� 
With a subdued sigh, Jungkook scribbled some aggressive words at the corner of his notebook, and showed it to the man by his side. “Look at this, Taehyung, he’s trying to convince us that they’re just friends,” Yoongi mocked, crossing his arms. “That’s cute. Just because you’re that oblivious, it doesn’t mean that we are.”
“Jungkook, we’ve been watching the two of you talk the entire semester,” Taehyung added. “Besides, Yoongi made me follow her around once. She’s definitely into you. In unholy ways.”
Yoongi nodded once again. “She wants to be your boo.”
“Was that a fucking ghost pun?” Taehyung’s nose cringed up in disgust, and Jungkook had to fight back the reflex of laughing at his reaction. “Awful.”
“At least I’m not the one who ghostwrote Jungkook’s ethics essay.” Yoongi threw back. “Yeah, and that was another pun. You’ve got no spirit.” 
“You know what? Now I know why Jungkook can’t stand us anymore.” Taehyung smirked and, then and there, Jungkook knew exactly what was coming. “He can see right through us.”
The other ghost nodded. “Yeah, we’ve reached a dead end.” 
Jungkook groaned in exasperation, hiding his face behind his hands. “This is torture.”
Next to him, you chuckled. “Come on, pathology isn’t even that bad. You’re good at this.” 
“I know, I’m just tired.” He turned around to look at you, uttering the same excuse he had been using this entire semester. Not that it was an uncommon one, especially in the fifth circle of hell that was medical school. “I think I need to splash some cold water on my face. Wake myself up.”
You hesitated, staring at him as he stood up.  Jungkook looked strangely pale, like he was about to throw up all over the classroom. “Is everything okay?”
Fantastic! My bachelor ghosts are just making me have a nervous breakdown. 
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” He said, almost stumbling over your chair. Some of your pens fell down, but Jungkook couldn’t even bring himself to get them. He’d probably just knock everything else over in the process, and he wasn’t even sure that he could stand back up after. “Shit— Sorry. I’ll be right back.”
Behind him, Yoongi chuckled. “Spook-tacular skills, as always.”
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The sound of running water was all that entered Jungkook’s mind for a moment, his face feeling the coldness of the liquid as he splashed himself once, twice, trying to clear his thoughts. In the end, it was mostly in vain: his class was ruined, his notes were left unfinished, and he couldn’t get a second of tranquility anymore — not even in Pathology. If he weren’t canonized after his death, he would file a complaint for sure. 
Abruptly, he closed off the faucet and the water stopped running. There was a heavenly instant of quietness, in which Jungkook followed the crystalline droplets falling from his hair to the sink, before Yoongi’s voice echoed behind him. “How you doin’, champ?” 
Jungkook sighed and raised his head, looking at his ghost counterpart through the dirty mirror. “Is the bathroom empty?” he asked calmly. 
“Hm? Yeah,” Yoongi said. “The ghost is clear.”
Just like that, his serenity was gone. “Yoongi, can you fucking stop? Your puns stopped being funny after the third attempt,” Jungkook asked, exasperated. He pulled some paper towels, and got even angrier at the way they fell apart in his hands. Good to know his college money was being used wisely. “Jesus. Where is Taehyung?”
“You know he hates toilet paper,” Yoongi told him. “Reminds him of his death.”
Jungkook considered the compelling idea of banging his head against the bathroom wall until he, himself, was part of the world of the dead. As he recalled very well, Taehyung had been a victim of Final-Destination-levels of misfortune: just because he had forgotten to take toilet paper to his camping trip, the boy had been forced to use nearby leaves. Those, as he would soon come to understand, caused an awful allergy on his lower lands, and the punctual bleeding was a sufficient opening for opportunistic diseases. The culprit? Some super strange bacteria that floated around the river. He was dead less than twenty hours after he came back home from septic shock.  
Taehyung had endured, quite frankly, one shitty death. And, yes, Yoongi had made that joke a few too many times before. 
“Doesn’t matter,” Jungkook realized. “What did I tell you two about chit-chatting with me in large public places? Especially my classes? I have to pay attention. And I have a test in two days, I need to be all here, and not thinking about other people.” 
Yoongi giggled — almost childishly so — at the other’s anguished attitude. His teeth, a pallid shade of white, could barely be seen against the olive-green tiles that covered the bathroom walls. “You weren’t paying attention to the processes of intestinal inflammation, that’s for sure,” he teased, forcing himself to hold back his jokes a bit. 
“I wasn’t even studying that chapter,” Jungkook mumbled. 
Even Yoongi, who had a dense personality for such a diaphanous soul, could tell that the student was not in the mood for mockery. “Man, why are you so stuck-up? Taehyung and I are ghosts, but you’re the one with the dead sense of humor.”
Jungkook realized he needed a moment to think before he started yelling at nothing in a public bathroom. He really hoped the other stalls were empty, but he couldn’t be bothered to check. 
“This isn’t about the puns. You two just don’t respect my privacy,” Jungkook said. This time, he was able to pull some good paper towels and proceeded to dry his face. “This has been going on for too long. Why don’t you two just vanish for some time?”
“Wish I could, kiddo, but I’ve got hours to clock,” Yoongi finally admitted. From the mirror, he could see the frown of confusion that was cast over Jungkook’s features. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m only following rules. Talk to the big guy upstairs if you want to complain.”
He threw the paper on the trash and shook his head in confusion. “I just don’t see the point of any of this.” 
“You don’t have to.” Yoongi took a step closer. He often looked so unbothered — the two of them, actually — that Jungkook caught himself wondering which certainties they held, notions that would most likely be given after death. “Just do what we tell you to do.”
“That has only embarrassed me so far,” he said, turning around. “I don’t think I have it in me to trust in you two one more time. It has gotten me nowhere. Or, rather, nowhere good.”  
Yoongi sighed. “Alright, let’s do it like this, then: You go and help Y/N with her cardio whatever stuff, and Taehyung and I just watch. We promise to shut up, unless you’re doing something seriously embarrassing. Other than that, absolute silence.”
Jungkook narrowed his eyes. “You promise you two won’t tell me what to say?”
“Promise.” Yoongi nodded. He looked very sincere. “We won’t talk to you.” 
“I can live with that, yeah,” Jungkook agreed, leaning against the bathroom sink. “Sounds good.”
“Perfect.” He smiled. “Trust me, Jungkook. I only made one mistake in my life.”
Jungkook smirked. “And it killed you.”
“Not the point.” He raised one finger, clearly annoyed, then pointed it at Jungkook. “You’ll do great. It’s not like you’re gonna tell her about us or something.” 
He laughed. “Yeah, that’d be awful.” 
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But that was, ultimately, what he did.
To be fair, it was never Jungkook’s intention. He was completely sure that it would ruin not only his friendship with you, as it would also ruin his reputation, both as a student and as a future physician. Come on, how would he even explain that? How could he tell anyone that he not only saw two obnoxious ghosts, but that they were there to give him romantic (and sometimes sexual) advice? That’s insanity. 
Spoiler: he didn’t explain it very well. 
In the cosmic perspective, however, it was kind of Yoongi’s fault too. He had the problem of giving away too much sometimes, especially when he was alone and free from Taehyung’s scrutiny. And it was that extra bit of information that catalyzed the explosion that would become Jungkook’s confession. 
For some reason or another, Taehyung hadn’t joined the two of them that day, as Jungkook crossed the campus towards your place. For the first time in a long time, their conversation — which was, again, masked by Jungkook pretending to be on the phone — was actually quite pleasant. Yoongi had told him a bit more about his life back in the day and explained that he was studying to become a lawyer when he died. 
“I was thinking of dropping out anyways,” he said. “I just picked a random thing to study because I didn’t know what I wanted to do. And, well, I kind of did drop off. Just not from the course.” 
Jungkook could not help but laugh at the absurdness of it all. Sad coincidences aside, it was unusual for Yoongi to make jokes about his death. Taehyung was much more open about it, but Yoongi seemed to be very bitter because of the way and the time he passed. But of course, who was Jungkook to judge? 
“You know,” Yoongi started after a moment of quietude. “Taehyung and I were pretty surprised that day at the mall.”
Jungkook frowned. “Hm? Why is that?” 
The other man chuckled. “Honestly? Because you’re dumber than we thought.”
Seems like pleasant times didn’t last much between the two of them. “We’ve established that I can’t talk to girls, Yoongi, I know.” Jungkook really wanted to change the subject. 
“No, not that,” he denied. “Let’s go back a little. Remember what we told you in your bedroom that night? To get the physiology girl.”
Jungkook nodded. “Yeah, what about it?”
Yoongi laughed, amazed that Jungkook still didn’t get it. “You called the wrong one, idiot,” he explained. 
“What?” Jungkook paused in his tracks and, in a mindless reflex, forgot he was supposed to be talking on the phone, and looked directly at Yoongi, lowering the device away from his ear. “There is a right one?” 
“Hey, pay attention to your surroundings.” Yoongi pointed at a couple that also stopped, confused at the man’s actions. Jungkook cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure after that minor instant of public humiliation, and placed the phone back against his ear. “Let’s keep walking.”
With his heart beating insanely fast against his chest, Jungkook did as he was told. His mind was flooded with fragmented thoughts, working around words that seemed so simple, yet held so much.
“Yes, there is a right one — and you’re going towards her right now.” Yoongi responded, placing his ghostly hands inside his ghostly pockets. Jungkook never noticed that he still used the clothes that he had on when he died, but Yoongi wouldn’t be the first one to mention. “So don’t make a fool out of yourself. Not this time.” 
Jungkook swallowed dry, feeling as panic started to climb up his lower limbs, weighing down on his muscles. His throat was dry as a desert and forming sentences proved to be a far more difficult task than he had anticipated. The air around campus had suddenly become hot for an autumn day, unable to enter his lungs with ease. He really was two steps away from a full-blown anxiety attack. 
Yoongi frowned. “You good?” 
Jungkook licked his lips, only half aware of his actions. “Y-Yeah,” he struggled to get out. “Just kind of a bomb that you just dropped on me, that’s all.” 
Yoongi nodded, uninterested. “Yeah. Get over it. It’s not a huge deal.” 
Only, it was. For Jungkook, at least. What if you two were… you know? Meant to be? Like the soulmates kind of thing; star-crossed lovers. Like in the “we got married after two months of dating and we are still together after sixty years” kind of insane love? That was a lot to process, a lot to think about, especially when he was having like three different crises at once. It was a recipe for a disaster. 
Jungkook really was dumb when it came to anything besides his textbooks, but not for jumping into those conclusions. Frankly, most people would’ve been a bit overwhelmed by that. 
No, his problem would reside on his next thought: If you two were meant to be, you would understand if, for some reason, he had to tell you about his ghosts, right? 
Right?
_______________
To be fair with Yoongi, he did keep his promise. The two didn’t interrupt your conversation once, even if sometimes the moment begged for it, and Jungkook was two words away from ruining everything. Strangely enough, things seemed to work themselves out — the horrible jokes that Jungkook uttered seemed to suit your sense of humor; the shy and nervous demeanor that plagued his dates slowly melted away. It was good — in fact, it was the best talk he’s had with someone in a long, long time. 
The issue was that, as much as the two of them didn’t talk directly to Jungkook, they still talked. 
“What was that thing that she said, you know, to her friends?” Yoongi mumbled, his words coming out as a vague connection of syllables being formed at the corner of his mouth. He had his arms crossed, and his legs pushed up on the couch. “You told me that.”
“Yeah,” Taehyung took a moment to think. He had one of his hands buried deep inside the pockets of his white pants, and the other on the back of the couch. The two of them watched the conversation that unfolded above your living room table, the two of you trying to make sense of a subject that seemed to change every five minutes. “It was like ‘homeboy can like, get it’... or something.” 
Yoongi nodded, satisfied. “Nice.” 
Jungkook cleared his throat, trying to ignore that comment. It wasn’t news that you were interested in him — that had been the only thing Yoongi and Taehyung had told him for the past few hours, but it was very, very awkward to know those specific details. He was sure he wouldn’t like you to know the private conversations that he had with his friends, even less about the things he thought about when he was alone. There was something extremely violating about that, but, no matter how hard he tried to convince them, the two ghosts didn’t seem to care enough to stop. 
The giggle that came from across the table ruptured his thoughts. “Why are you blushing?” You asked.
“I’m… uh…” he struggled, suddenly feeling the heat that emanated from his cheeks. Wonderful. Even when he was just thinking about something, he still managed to make a fool of himself. “Just… thinking about some embarrassing things I did in third grade. The usual.” 
“Yeah, I’ve been there.” You smiled, reaching for the textbook across the table, and flipping through the pages. “I ruined this entire science project once. It was something about the pollination of flowers, but I missed that class. Ended up coming back to a lot of roses around the classroom, and decided to take a few of them home to my mom.”
“Oh no.” 
“Yep,” you nodded, looking back at him. Jungkook thought that he had lost himself in your eyes for a moment, a depth so engulfing that he couldn’t find the right words once he stared at it. He had never noticed how beautiful you were — or, rather, he had, but he had never stopped to think about it — and, now, it seemed as if that was the only thing that he could focus on. “Everyone in class was super pissed, the teacher even tried to suspend me.”
He shook his head, trying to imagine a mini-you justifying your flower thievery in front of the principal. “That’s insane, actually.”
“Kind of.” You shrugged, looking back at the book. You weren’t sure what you were searching for anymore, so you decided to close it. You two had been studying for almost four hours straight, you didn’t think that your brain could handle any more of that. “They didn’t really believe me when I told them it was a mistake. Guess no one even noticed my absence the day before, which is… somehow… even worse, now that I think about it.” 
A giggle reverberated in your throat as you dove into those forgotten memories, and Jungkook followed you. 
“Don’t laugh at child me, that’s so cruel.” You smiled. 
“I’m not.” He shook his head. “I just thought you were cute. Still are, you never really stopped being cute, I mean. You’re actually really pretty now, like a woman—” 
“I got it.” You placed your hands over his, and the shock of your skin against his seemed to spread throughout his entire body. He didn’t know if that was a soulmate thing of if he was just really horny. Probably a bit of both. “Don’t worry about it. You’re pretty cute too. Like a man.”  
“Thanks.” Jungkook itched the back of his neck, trying to find the right words to build his sentence. Panic began bubbling at the bottom of his stomach, sinking its teeth into his flesh as his words left his throat. “Actually, I wanted to ask you something.” 
It was the right time now: the studying was over, the conversation was flowing, you had told him that you thought he was cute — like a man. Now, he just needed to ask you out. Just that. That’s it. Three words. He had practiced: Wanna go out? That’s it. So casual. So playboy-esque. He could do it. No pressure. If you were the one, he didn’t have much to get wrong. 
But, oh my god, what if he got everything wrong? I mean, how many stories are out there of couples who were destined for each other, but something happened and it pulled them apart forever? The wrong time, the wrong place — the wrong words. Jungkook wasn’t psychologically prepared to ruin something so huge with a moment so small. He needed to calm down and focus. Just get the words out. Everything would sort itself out after that. He had faith. 
“What is it?” You asked. 
Jungkook cleared his throat, his eyes still glued to the touch of your hand against his. Outside, birds were chirping, unaware of the absolute shitstorm that was about to ensue. “So…” he started, “I was thinking that maybe I could— I mean, you — I mean we could...”
You tilted your head to the side, confused. “Sorry, what was that?” 
He blinked once, twice, fighting against the wave of sheer terror that had taken over his brain, whitening out his thoughts. He had the sentence ready, but he had forgotten how to form it. “I’m just trying… I’m just trying here to just…” He swallowed dryly. “I was just wondering if you would like to… I mean, if it’s not a problem—”
From the other side of the room, Yoongi groaned. “Just do it! You’re making eternity so much longer.”
And that’s when it happened. 
Jungkook turned around and yelled: “You told me you wouldn’t talk, you asshole!”
The entire room froze. A horrible moment of bewildered reticence followed as  the realization crashed upon him like a gigantic wave. He couldn’t have just yelled at nothing in front of you, like an absolute madman, could he? 
Your eyes widened and you pulled your hand away from his. The lack of warmth was like a dagger being thrown directly into his heart. “Excuse me?”
Yep. He totally did that. 
“Not you!” He was quick to turn around — maybe a bit too quick, too intensely. Even with nervousness clouding his vision, Jungkook could still see the shadow of fear and confusion mingling amongst your features. He had ruined everything, and that was all that he could think about. “I’m just... personalizing my anxiety...”
“Are you... alright?” You spoke slowly, measuring his actions. Jungkook had changed from cute-nervous to absolutely-unhinged-nervous; eyes widened and jaw clenched; hands gripping the wooden chair like his life depended on it. Maybe that study session was a mistake. Maybe you should’ve just googled an online class, like your best friend told you to. “It looks like you’ve seen a ghost.” 
Taehyung chuckled. “That’s pretty funny.” 
And, if the situation wasn’t already bad enough, Jungkook started to convince himself that perhaps it would be a good idea to come clean with you about his psychic abilities — maybe that was actually the only way that he could get out of that mess. If you were his soulmate, you’d understand. It’d all be okay. Yeah, maybe you’d be seriously creeped out for like the first twenty minutes, just like he had been, but eventually you’d understand what had happened. You two would laugh about it later, maybe when you were sixty, on your rocking chairs somewhere, staring lovingly at a cornfield. 
Was he losing it? Probably. But he didn’t have the right amount of mental clarity to fully think about the consequences of his actions in that moment. 
“I… did,” Jungkook spoke sluggishly, barely comprehending the trail of words that dripped from his tongue. His voice was much calmer, but he could still feel like his entire body was engulfed by flames. “I did... see a ghost. Two actually.” 
You frowned. This afternoon couldn’t possibly get any worse. “What are you talking about?” 
“Jungkook, don’t you dare,” Yoongi warned, but his voice seemed to come from miles away. 
Slowly, as if he wasn’t really aware of his own body moving, Jungkook adjusted his position on the chair, looking down at the sea of handwritten notes in front of him. He wished that human interaction was as easy as the types of pulmonary volumes, or perhaps the changes of oxygen inside the hemoglobin. That he knew. That he could deal with.
“Ok so, have you ever watched The Emperor’s New Groove?”
You blinked twice, puzzled. “What?”
“The Disney movie,” he clarified, looking up at you. 
You shook your head, measuring how long it would take for you to bolt out of the door and run away from your own apartment. Maybe you could get out and then call someone for help. You wished you had already taken Psychiatry. “I know what that is, Jungkook, but I just don’t understand where you’re getting at.”
“Maybe it’s in the TV series that came after the movie, I don’t know, but Kronk has these two little beings on his shoulders, a devil and an angel.” He cleared his throat, and looked back at the sheets of paper. It was so hard to stare at you now, when just seconds before, it had been so easy. “I kinda have the same thing, only, they’re dead people. You know, ghosts. And they’re not on my shoulders — that’d be pretty awful, actually.” 
Taehyung mumbled from across the room, “I really don’t think this is a good idea, Jungkook.” 
“You’re making no sense right now,” you said, worried about the effect that your words could have on him. “I think… I think it would be better if you left.” 
“I can see dead people, okay?” Jungkook interrupted, exasperated. You had to understand. You were the right girl from physiology class, you had to understand. 
“Okay, Sixth Sense.” You laughed nervously. Bad time for a joke, you thought, but the boy barely seemed to process it. “Listen, I can tell you’re not doing very well right now, so you should probably leave, maybe clear your head a bit. You already helped me a lot—”
“No, I don’t need that. My head is clear—”
“You know, there is a very good mental health clinic in campus, I’ve gone there already, and I think—” 
“No! I don’t need mental health, it’s true!” Jungkook stood up, walking towards the couch, where the two dead men sat. There was an unspoken contest in the room to see who could be more flabbergasted at the boy’s actions, and you and Yoongi were in a close tie. “I can prove it.” 
You almost choked on air. “You what?” 
Jungkook pointed at nothing. “They’re here right now, I can prove it to you.”
Discombobulated, you shook your head one more time. Maybe if you did that enough, your chaotic thoughts would just fall out of your ears, and everything would be much clearer. Maybe that was a prank, maybe that was a full-blown psychotic breakdown. You just didn’t really know what to do from there. “Jungkook, I don’t think—” 
“Come on, just show yourself to her!” He yelled into the air, more specifically at your white couch. You just wanted to study cardiology, how did it end up like this? “Give me a sign, I don’t know.”
Yoongi chuckled, completely amazed by the way Jungkook continuously broke the Dumb Records that he had previously set himself. No bonus in heaven would be worth dealing with Mr. Smooth Brain over there. He should’ve gone for the orphans instead. “I cannot believe you right now.” He stood up from the couch and sighed, utterly defeated. Maybe he could just get it over with, and then The Big Man Upstairs would show him a bit of mercy. “But I guess now there isn’t much to lose. I’m only doing this because at least it would make this situation a bit better.” 
“How?” Taehyung asked. 
“There’s a slight improvement between psychotic crisis and psychic abilities,” Yoongi responded. He walked towards the window, rolled his eyes at the pathetic presentation of supernatural phenomena, and pulled on the white curtains of your living room. “Here. Boo! Paranormal activity.” 
“Did you see that?” Jungkook asked, excited. 
However, instead of meeting a surprised gaze, he only saw panic and preoccupation swimming inside your eyes. “The curtain moving? Yeah. That was the wind, Jungkook.” You stood up from the chair, measuring your chances at escaping. He was getting more and more erratic, and you didn’t know where the situation could escalate to next. “You’re seriously freaking me out right now. You’re being really aggressive about this.” 
“Yoongi, you’re worse than the spirits in Ghost Hunters,” Taehyung groaned, reappearing next to your living room table. “You have to be bold, that’s what I always say. Make a statement.”
Taehyung’s statement, of course, had been the biggest slap against a lamp that Jungkook had ever witnessed in his life. The ghosts had once told him that it took them a huge amount of concentrated energy to do something as little as move a napkin, so there was no way that Taehyung wouldn’t be exhausted after making that heavy piece of furniture fly against the wall, shattering into a million little pieces with a loud noise. 
“What the fuck?” Jungkook asked. “That was so dangerous! She could’ve gotten hurt.”
He shrugged. “You asked.” 
“What the fuck was that?” You yelled, taking your hands to your face. Was that shared hysteria? What did you just see? Maybe you were the one who needed fresh air and a shrink visit. “You’re pranking me, right? You have like a nylon string wrapped around your hands or something.”
Jungkook moved his head in denial, raising his hands up in a sigh of defeat. “I swear to God, it’s true.” 
“I don’t… I don’t believe you,” you said, clearly terrified. Not at the idea of ghosts, Jungkook realized, but of him. That date surely couldn’t have gone any better. 
Yoongi sighed and materialized behind Jungkook. Lost causes, Yoongi was surrounded by lost causes. “If you really want her to believe you, tell her we can say some stuff about her, but it’ll probably freak her out.”
“They are saying that they can convince you by saying some stuff about you.” Jungkook swallowed dry. Something inside him was screaming for him to just shut the fuck up and leave your building. If there was something he learned by being with the two undead pricks, is that they could always make a situation worse. 
But desperate times require desperate measures. 
You adjusted your posture. Trepidation was still very present in your face, but there was also a small spark of interest swimming somewhere inside your eyes. “I seriously doubt that.” 
“I can show you,” he said. “Just… don’t freak out.”
“Fine.” You licked your lips in anticipation. “The name of my first pet.”
“Is this a password verification?” Yoongi groaned. He just wanted to watch Twitches later that day, but Jungkook just had to start a seance in someone else’s room. Again: the orphans would never. “Fine. It was Mr. Green, a tortoise she killed by leaving to dry in the asphalt.” 
“It was a tortoise, Mr. Green. You left it on the asphalt and it died,” Jugkook repeated without hesitation. 
You blinked twice, taking in the answer. “This is so fucking weird. How did you know that?”
“Yoongi told me.” Jungkook pointed over his shoulder, where Yoongi stared you down. Just by looking in that direction, you felt a shiver run down your spine. You were losing it. “He’s, you know, one of the ghosts.” 
“I’ve never been so exhausted in my life.” You placed one hand against the chair, leaning against it. There was no use to keep that conversation going, and you both knew it — and yet, just like a politician lying, it just didn’t stop. “But you could’ve asked anyone that.”
It was Jungkook’s turn to become completely lost. “Why would I ask such a specific question? I don’t even know your friends.” 
Behind him, he heard another loud groan. “I’m so done with this.” Yoongi placed his hand on his shoulder. “Let me talk, Jungkook.” 
“Do you think that’s a good idea?” He asked.
Yoongi snorted. “We are all out of good ideas. But I think this is the best chance you’ve got.”
“Who are you talking to?” You almost yelled. 
Jungkook looked back at you and, for some reason, the preoccupation in his eyes scared you even further. “Okay, this is going to be really weird, alright? But it’s not gonna be me talking.”
“What?” 
“It’s like… a kind of possession,” he explained, gesticulating a bit more than socially acceptable. “It’s like… uh… One of them is going to use my mouth for a bit. Talk through me.” 
You laughed, and there was a high-pitched sort of timbre to it. That might as well happen. “Sure, of course. What else? Exorcism live?” You asked. 
“Just give me the permission,” Yoongi commanded. 
Jungkook took in a deep breath, and clenched his hands into fists. He hated that part. “Fine,” he consented. 
Gradually, the muscles around his mouth and throat grew numb, as if Jungkook had entered a dream, and his body was responding in autopilot. There was an awful pressure on his shoulders and a ringing in his ears as Yoongi accommodated himself around his body, reaching for control. That was the closest he would ever feel to being a ventriloquist’s puppet, and it was as bad as it could be. 
Yoongi spoke through him with ease: “You told your friends last week that you didn’t care if Jungkook was a shy virgin who played minecraft because he was exactly your type. You also said that your average score in physiology is ninety-seven percent and you didn’t need any help. You just needed an excuse to stay with him. Happy?” 
Jungkook inhaled sharply as the pressure on his body subsided, the numb sensation around his neck growing thinner by the second. “So violating,” he complained. 
“How did you know that?” Your voice shook him back to reality. Both of you were reaching new levels of terror every minute. “Are you stalking me?”
That back and forth was starting to get exhausting. “That wasn’t me. That was Yoongi,” he tried once again. He was starting to think that the whole thing had been a bad idea. 
“Well, fuck you, Yoongi,” you spat. 
Yoongi scoffed. “Fuck you too, princess. Maybe you really don’t deserve this man.”
“I’m not saying that,” Jungkook whispered to him, then turned back to look at you. He wanted to hug you and magically erase your memories for that afternoon, but, in reality, he couldn’t even move his legs without feeling like he could fall face-down on the floor. He really, really, really hated possession. “I’m just… I’m sorry about that.” 
“About what, Danny Phantom?” You asked, throwing your hands up in an exasperated gesture. And there it was: from panic to complete fury. That was all that you two needed at that moment. “About making me scared shitless, or about exposing me like this?” 
He suspired. “Do you at least believe in me now?” 
“Does it look like I believe in you, Jungkook?” You practically screamed. Truth was: neither of you knew that for sure. “I’m a woman of science, you can’t expect me to believe that—”
Taehyung groaned, walking closer to Jungkook. It must’ve been a world record how quickly everyone in that room got angry. “Let me talk,” he requested. 
Jungkook sighed, defeated. How much worse could it possibly get? “Go ahead,” he said.
There it was again: the feeling of being under anesthesia, the weight of an entire other being pressed down against his shoulders. Good times. “Yesterday,” he started, “you masturbated to the thought of Jungkook, but you forgot to recharge your vibrator so you had to use your fingers and you complained the entire time. Explain that, science woman.”
Another deep gasp, and Jungkook was folding over, finding balance on his knees. He really felt like he couldn’t even think straight anymore, his mind covered by a thick fog. 
You didn’t seem to be in a much different situation either. “I’m… gonna pass out.” 
“That was so unnecessary, Taehyung,” Jungkook whispered. His mouth was terribly dry, and his hands were shaking. “You guys really don’t know your limits.” 
“Taehyung? Who the fuck is that?” You screamed. 
Taehyung crossed his arms. “Hey, at least she believes you now.”
“He’s the other ghost. The one with no sense of boundaries.” Jungkook stared at Taehyung, clearly pissed off. Maybe his voice would’ve come out a bit more forceful if he didn’t get thrown around by sadistic spirits. “I’m sorry about that.” 
You shook your head, dumbfounded. “I need you to leave now. And take your ghosts with you.” You leaned over the table, and grabbed his notes, shoving them into a messy pile. Not that you were super worried about the integrity of the paper at a time like that. “This has really crossed like... every line.” 
Jungkook licked his lips, trying to find the right words to say. Someway, he managed to get his legs firm enough so he could start walking in your direction. “Please, I didn’t mean to—” 
You shoved the pile of notes into his backpack, and then the backpack into his hands. Before he could react, you grabbed him by the arm, guiding him towards the exit. “Thanks for helping me, Jungkook.” The door opened with a forceful pull, and you shoved him into the hall. “Never speak to me again. Bye.” 
The bang of the door slamming shut was horribly loud, reverberating inside Jungkook’s chest for a moment longer. Now that the possession daze was starting to move away from his body, the boy could feel the traces of panic crawling inside him. 
Jungkook dropped his backpack to the ground, and started knocking on your door. “Y/N, please!” He called. “I’m so sorry about everything. You have to believe me!” 
Your yell came muffled from the other side of the door. “Go away!” you screamed. “Or I’m calling the cops!”
Defeated, he closed his eyes and placed his forehead against the wood. Now that the situation had already climaxed, the absurdity of it all was starting to become much more palpable. 
How could Jungkook be so stupid? How could he think that you would act normally as you were exposed to the supernatural world? Especially in such distressing, violating ways. Even if you were his meant-to-be, his forever person, it would be ridiculous to believe that anyone would take all  in that with ease. He really outdid himself that time. 
“Let her be, you two can talk another time,”  Yoongi spoke, leaning against the wall. It was possible to see all the places that the pain was starting to crack through his semi-translucent form. “Good attempt, though. I’d give you a star for trying.” 
“This is not funny,” Jungkook mumbled, moving away from the door so you couldn’t hear him. The artificial lights above his head were sharp, buzzing mockingly. “You two keep saying that you’re here to help me, but you keep making stuff like this happen. If she really did like me, you just ruined everything.”
Yoongi raised one eyebrow. “Why do you care so much about that one?”
Jungkook glanced at him. “You told me she’s the one.”
He frowned, crossing his arms. “I told you she was the right girl from physiology class, not that you two were going to die holding hands or something,” Yoongi told him. “You filled the blanks yourself.”
“That’s why we don’t give away all those details,” Taehyung scolded Yoongi, looking at him up and down. Jungkook had never seen him so irritated before — at least not about serious things. “You know we could get in real big trouble if someone heard about that. Which, correct me if I’m wrong, it’s kind of the entire deal of heaven to know about stuff.” 
“I know, I know,” Yoongi groaned, disregarding his preoccupations. Maybe Taehyung didn’t understand his galaxy-brain plan yet, but he was sure that the heavens would. Or at least he hoped so. “But I think there’s something else that we need to focus on. Jungkook wouldn’t care this much about the other girls he dated, even if it was meant to be.” 
“Why are you two talking like I’m not here?” Jungkook asked, annoyed. 
“Why are you talking to yourself like you’re not in a corridor of an apartment building?” Yoongi threw back. Without a second of hesitation, Jungkook picked up his backpack and turned on his heels, walking down the hall, completely done with them. “Hey, come back. Just tell me what’s the fuzz with this one.” 
He didn’t look back. “Aren’t you two supposed to know? All-knowing and shit.” 
“We want to hear it from you,” Yoongi pressed on. 
Jungkook opened the heavy door to the stairwell, allowing for it to hit behind him. Taehyung and Yoongi passed right through it, of course, and kept following him as he quickly moved down the concrete steps. “Y/N is my friend.”
Yoongi hummed. “Go on.”
“Isn’t that enough for a justification? What else do you want from me?” He inquired, aggressive. The sound of his steps echoed like drums through the expansion of the staircase, and he hoped that no one else had been listening to his apparent monologue. “I don’t wanna ruin this friendship by talking about her masturbation techniques, I don’t know if that makes the situation super unique.” 
Taehyung clicked his tongue. “You have other friends.” 
“I care for her, alright?” Jungkook turned around abruptly, making the two ghosts stop in their tracks. Taehyung had almost lost his balance, but it wasn’t as if that could have any serious consequences for him. 
Jungkook sighed, trying to control the anger that had built up so rapidly, and continued speaking. “I care for her more than other friends. Fuck, is that what you two wanted to hear? Besides, it’s not like I know anyone better than her.  I didn’t even think I had a chance with someone like that until you told me. She’s smart, she’s funny, she’s like… super hot when she’s mad—”
“Oh, would you look at that.” Yoongi grinned, satisfied. “Jungkook’s whipped.”
“What?” His eyes widened. “I’m not.”
“Why are you so red?” Taehyung asked.
Jungkook covered his face, feeling the heat of his checks emanating against his palms. “I’m not!”
“Okay, okay, calm down, tiger,” Yoongi raised his hands in a silent request for forgiveness.  They were still a few steps above Jungkook, and the whole scene looked like something straight out of the Book of Revelation. “This is a good thing, we actually thought it would never happen. It’s not like you’ve been this introspective in what… five years? More even.” 
He narrowed his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 
Yoongi sighed, and looked at Taehyung for confirmation. The other ghost nodded in a silent agreement, and Yoongi started to speak. “Listen, we’re here to help you, but we didn’t say everything,” he admitted. “We couldn’t, really, otherwise it wouldn’t be so... organic.”
“What?” 
“Jungkook, you were desperate to lose your virginity,” Yoongi explained. “You still are, in a way. And that’s not a good thing, because you’ll get the first thing that moves and you’ll try to stick your dick in it.”
Taehyung chuckled drily, looking at a fixed point. “Which is not a good idea, believe me,” he spoke in a mumble, and Jungkook could not help but think that his advice came from personal experience. That, of course, was a story for other, less sober times. 
“Is that why the two of you always interrupt me?” He asked, a bit offended. “Because those girls weren’t right for me? Like this is a purity cult or something?” 
“Eh.” Yoongi did a so-so gesture with his hand. “Kind of. Not really. Doesn’t matter. What matters is that you actually feel something for this girl, something beyond the thoughts that come from your lower head.”
“And she feels something for you too, even after that trainwreck that we just witnessed in there,” Taehyung added patiently. “Which will help us a lot in the long run.”
“This doesn’t make any sense.” Jungkook crossed his arms, stubborn. He really could look and sound like a child throwing a tantrum when he wanted to. “I still don’t get it. It wasn’t your place to tell me who I could or couldn’t be with, it’s not as if you guys are—” 
“Jungkook, that’s enough,” Taehyung interrupted him. “You don’t think it makes sense? Stop and think for once in your life.” 
He narrowed his eyes. “What did you say?” 
Taehyung glanced at him. “Listen, we just saved you from months of wrong dates and wrong nights. We pushed away people who didn’t really care about you, who just wanted you to use you, or who would end up cheating on you anyways. Not everyone gets this privilege,” he said, completely done with that victim mentality. “So, for once in your life, be grateful. Be grateful for the bad dates,  the embarrassment, the times that it didn’t work out. And, look, we are sorry for the way they had to go down, it wasn’t as funny as it seemed from our perspective. But if you didn’t have those bad dates, you’d have very, very bad months following them. So you’re welcome.” 
“And all those bad dates lead you to the right person,” Yoongi completed, watching as Jungkook’s expression withered into shame. He was staring to get it — they could almost see the hamster in his brain start running. “Now, listen, we don’t know if this is the for-life situation, that’s not the kind of information we have, alright? Do I look like a seraphin to you? No. But does it matter?  No. Most relationships aren’t the for-life thing anyways, but they are here to teach you something. And if the afterlife thought that there was something good for you here, who are we to judge?” 
“Yeah,” Taehyung agreed. “Now, can you  please forget about all those past people and just focus on her? Maybe shut the fuck up while you do that? I get that you wanted to get your dick wet, but there’s a time and a place for that.” 
The boy sighed, and leaned against the red handrails. It took Jungkook a few seconds to speak out. “I feel like I’ve just been lectured by my parents,” he admitted. 
Taehyung relaxed his shoulders. “Good,” he said. “I’ve been meaning to slap some sense into you for months now, but I didn’t really have the permission.” 
“Feel better?” Jungkook asked.
He nodded. “Much better.”
“I’m happy for you,” he said. Jungkook ran one hand through his dark hair, pushing back the strands that had fallen over his eyes. “And about Y/N… There’s no way she’ll ever talk to me after this mess. I ruined everything.”
Taehyung nodded. “You pretty much did, yeah.” 
“You took the worst case scenario and managed to make it even more horrible,” Yoongi said. “It’s pretty impressive, actually.” 
“Thanks, that’s great.” Jungkook chuckled, humorless. He could always count on them for emotional support. “But, I mean… What do I do now? I mean, is there anything that we could do to save this?” 
“Worry not, my child,” Yoongi smirked, crossing his arms. “Taehyung and I are masters of seduction, and we’re here to help you. Just trust us.” 
“And before you say something,” Taehyung interrupted, raising one finger. “You never had the right girl before, so we weren’t really trying. I think we can find some real solid ground here.” 
Jungkook breathed out, and looked down at the grey stairs. Yeah, it’s not like he wasn’t at the bottom of the well already. “Fine. One last chance,” he agreed, looking back at the ghosts. “Just tell me what I have to do.”
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Much to Jungkook’s delight, he didn’t need to muster up the courage to talk to you, because you did that first. 
For the first time in their lives (and deaths), Yoongi and Taehyung actually did something right. Jungkook didn’t really know the details of their plan, all that he knew was that they would find a way to “make you see what you were missing” so that you would “come crawling back to him”. Which didn’t sound threatening at all.
 Countless possibilities crossed Jungkook’s head — horror movie hauntings, Taehyung invading your dreams with claws for fingers, Yoongi with a wet wig crawling out of your TV — but, in the end, no matter how much he insisted, the two of them just wouldn’t say a word. Apparently, there was a lot going on backstage that Jungkook had no idea about, so he should just “take it easy” and wait for the sequence of events to unravel. Amazing. Now he knew how the characters in Final Destination felt. 
“Just be patient, young one,” Taehyung had told him, thrown over his couch like a Victorian monarch. “All you need to know is that she will be back. Everything else it’s just… details.” 
And, two weeks after the dormitory incident, you did. 
There was a muffled thud as you placed your large books over the wooden table, and sat down across from him. The silence of the library didn’t allow for Jungkook to foresee your arrival, and to meet your gaze so suddenly was enough for his face to burn up in shame, his heart drumming against his ribcage. His sympathetic system really needed to quit with that bullshit before he collapsed. 
“Hey,” you mumbled, seeming just as uncomfortable as he was. “Can we talk? You know what about.”
The boy swallowed dry, and leaned a bit forward. “Y-Yeah, sure,” he whispered back. “I’m really sorry, Y/N, I don’t know why I thought—”
“For how long?” you sliced his sentence short, making his lips fall shut. 
Jungkook raised his eyebrows in surprise. “What?”
You cleared your throat, and shuffled on your seat. As much as the library was practically empty, neither of you felt courageous enough to use your usual voice tone — especially when dealing with that subject. “How long have you been able to, you know, see them?”
Jungkook took a second to respond, licking his dry lips and looking at the line of bookshelves as if seeking for the right thing to say. He felt awkward enough just interacting with someone from the opposite sex, but talking about the ghosts he saw? Hell, that bordered on a panic attack. Especially after the circus show that was that past study session. “Almost two years now, I think,” he finally answered. “But they told me they’ve been around for a bit longer. I just couldn’t see it.” 
You shook your head in concordance, even if the information was everything but easy to understand. “That’s crazy,” you spoke. “I don’t know how you deal with it.” 
Jungkook let out a dry chuckle. “Not very well, as you can probably tell.” 
 “I don’t think I can judge you. I didn’t precisely react well either.” You swallowed dry, wide eyes flickering on the world behind Jungkook. “Are we alone now?”
As much as he already knew the answer, he looked around just to check. “Surprisingly, yeah,” Jungkook responded, slightly suspicious. Yoongi and Taehyung were always looking over his shoulder and throwing him into messy situations, he couldn’t tell why they weren’t there when, quite frankly, it was their perfect shot at humiliation. Maybe they really were doing their jobs for once. “I don’t know why they’re not here. That’s weird.”
You shrugged as if to say that you wouldn’t know either. “What are their names again?”
“Yoongi and Taehyung,” he answered, then waited another second to see if he could feel their presence. Nothing again. That was really strange — they often responded upon being called. “Listen, Y/N, I hate what we went through. They had no right to say those things. I’m used to the privacy issues, since I have been with them for a while. But you aren’t, and I can only imagine how weird you felt hearing all that. I’m really, really sorry.”
You pressed your lips together which, Jungkook guessed, was a failed attempt to suppress the rubor that exploded across your cheeks. He couldn’t blame you, though, for there were limits that were crossed. “I’m over it if you are,” was what you forced yourself to say. 
“I am,” he lied. None of you were particularly good at not telling the truth, and that was pretty obvious. But ignoring it was a start. 
“Good, okay.” You cleared your throat, placing the palms of your hands against the pile of books. “Sorry for lying about needing help in physiology, and all that. I just needed an excuse to spend more time with you, as you know now. I guess it’s obvious that I kinda have a huge crush on you.”
“It’s fine.” Jungkook laughed, extremely relieved to notice that your last sentence was in present tense. “I kinda have a huge crush on you too.” 
Honestly, even if it wasn’t for life, he’d have to give you props for still liking a guy that had had a borderline psychotic breakdown in your apartment, talked about your pet tortoise, and your masturbation technique, and still had the nerve to expose you to the supernatural world. It was a lot. Good on you for taking it like a champ. 
“And,” he continued, “sorry for using my ghosts to expose your secrets. I just needed to find a way for you to believe me, and I had no idea about what they were going to say. I was pretty much in a frenzied state, I wasn’t thinking straight. It won’t happen again.” 
“Apologies accepted.” You smiled, relieved. You were really beautiful, Jungkook thought in a breathless instant. He could look at you all day. “You know, it’s going to take me some time to get used to all that. I mean, I’m still not a hundred percent sure I believe in everything, but, I… My lamp flew across the room, and you told me things that you simply couldn’t know about. So, if it’s a prank, it’s a really good one.”
“I know how it is.” He nodded in agreement. “It was really difficult for me at first, too. I understand if you’d rather just stay away from me from now on.” 
You sighed, looking down at your books —  the two mammoth-sized volumes of Harrison’s Internal Medicine staring at you in mockery. “Weird thing is: I don’t really want to.” You crossed your arms and leaned back against the chair. Was that the sound of angels singing? Jungkook couldn’t tell. “I’d love to spend more time with you. Alone, if possible. And that counts both planes of existence.” 
“Sounds fair, I’d love that.” Jungkook smiled. As he met your eyes, he was filled with a  warm, rose-colored courage that he had never felt before. “Actually, I was wondering if, you know… you wanna do something? With me? Alone, of course. No ghosts. One of these days, I don’t know. If you’re not busy—”
You raised your eyebrows, interested. “You’re asking me out?”
He sighed, shoulders falling in defeat. “Trying, yeah. You can see I’m not the best at that either.”
Your smile grew a little. “That’s a big yes.”
“Really?” Jungkook stared at you like a lost puppy, his mind going completely blank for a second or two. The hamster in his brain was now somersaulting through his body, landing on his stomach and hitting him with a wave of nausea. “Wow, thanks. I don’t really have an idea of what we could do, though. Didn’t think I’d get that far.”
There was an instant of quietude as you thought for a moment, the space between the two of you permeated by the vague sounds of pages turning. “Movies?” You asked. 
“Sounds great.” Jungkook smiled openly, his shoulders falling in alleviation. He didn’t know what Taehyung and Yoongi had done, but he was beyond thankful for it. Seemed like their sacrifices weren’t in vain, after all. “The film majors are doing this 2000’s marathon this week. I think this Saturday it’ll be either Mean Girls or 17 Again.”
“I’m in,” you spoke excitedly. “I’ll be there, just text me the details.”
Jungkook almost swallowed his own tongue as he watched you stand up, presenting him with a gorgeous view of thighs beneath the level of your skirt. “Great!” He exclaimed a bit too loud, his voice a bit too high-pitched, awakening his inner thirteen-year-old. He cleared his throat, lowering his voice another octave. “I mean, yeah, great. Thank you for… saying yes.”
“Thank you for asking.” You placed your hair behind your shoulder, and leaned in to pick up the heavy pile of books. All nine kilos of Internal Medicine. 
“See you there,” he said. 
You smiled. “See you, Kookie.” 
Jungkook watched you walk away as if he was floating in a fever dream, completely unable to believe what had just unfolded. Did he seriously manage to get a date with you? Of all people? He must’ve been hallucinating. Maybe he ended up falling down the stairwell and died, perhaps that was his heaven, and he would— 
Behind him, Taehyung sneered. “Kookie? You’re getting softer than your dick.” 
Jungkook turned around so brusquely that the chair tilted back and, if it wasn’t for him holding down to the corner of the table, he would’ve fallen to the ground. “You two were there all along?” He whispered-screamed. Before he could land a sermon on them, though, he met the devilish smirk that was plastered all over Yoongi’s features. Oh no. No. The movies. “No, Yoongi, I know what you’re thinki—”
“Get in, loser, we’re going to the movies.” 
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Saturday rolled around and, with it, came your much anticipated movie date. Jungkook had spent the previous night tossing and turning on his bed, completely monopolized by anxiety, thinking about every possible apocalyptic scenario that could go down. What if he tried to take a slip of his drink, but ended up blinding himself with the straw? Maybe he would step on the wrong chord and set the entire college on fire. Or maybe he would trip, fall down on a poor girl, and kill her on the spot. That would be awful, you would never talk to him again after any of that — the imaginary disappointment in your face was like a punch in the gut. 
Was he being ridiculous? Obviously. Did that stop his pre-date panic? Obviously not. 
Still, with the might of a thousand warriors, Jungkook managed to drag himself to your date, his knees almost giving out beneath him when he saw you — he didn’t believe you would actually come, for some of him still thought it was all a sadistic heaven prank. Somehow, he blurted out a compliment about how good you looked while he was having a heart attack, and almost lost his consciousness when you smiled at him. 
Yep, it would be a difficult night. 
The movie marathon consisted of three 2000’s movies, and the two of you managed to arrive right before Mean Girls started, fumbling on your seats as the rest of the room grew quiet. The makeshift classroom didn’t look like a movie theater in the slightest, but it wasn’t as if you were expecting that in the first place — it was nothing more than an agglomeration of chairs and desks, combined with a few puff chairs and old couches scattered around. Much to your delight, you and Jungkook managed to grab one of those couches before another couple returned to their seats, and he could see that his ghost buddies had already found their own place on the empty chairs behind the two of you. 
Surprise! None of the catastrophic scenarios in his mind actually came true. In fact, he had a great time with you, laughing at your jokes and sometimes flat-out stealing Yoongi’s commentary just to make you chuckle, which granted him a few mumbled complaints coming from the back row. 
“Jungkook is so superior, don’t you think, Taehyung?” Yoongi mocked, and Jungkook was sure that he would be kicking his seat if he could. “So smart. So great. But can’t even figure out his own jokes. Has to steal them from a poor dead man. You’re a grave robber.” 
Taehyung chuckled. “Hey, you’re helping him, at least. That’s our whole point here.”
“Grave robber!” he repeated, more aggressively this time. “I can’t believe you’d ruin Mean Girls for me like this. Not even hell would be so cruel.” 
“How dare you say that about hell? If I get in trouble because you can’t keep your mouth shut, Yoongi, I swear to God—”
“Now you’re saying God’s name in vain, you heretic! That’s so much worse!” 
Jungkook had to bite back a laugh as the two continued bickering behind him, only half aware of the scene in which Regina George glued her own picture on the burn book. He didn’t know when exactly he had done it — he had been so on edge the entire night that it was almost as if his own brain was instantly deleting his memories, but he had managed to curl one arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He was sure that you could hear the frantic heartbeat of his heart against his chest, but he didn’t mind. He didn’t think he could even get that far. 
But he did, and even reached beyond that. 
Once the screen faded to black and the credits started appearing, there was a resounding wave of claps in the room, cheering for the absolute cultural reset that was that movie. One of the students moved to the front of the room, explaining that they would take a ten minutes break, then would return with She’s All That. Apparently, 1999 was close enough to the 2000’s for it to be picked as well. 
“Do you wanna stay and watch it?” He asked, fighting every muscle in his body not to smell your hair. He knew that it would be super creepy, yeah, but your head was right there and it smelled so good. 
You removed your body from his chest, looking up at him. “I would love to, but I have to wake up early tomorrow to study,” you said. “Big test on Monday.” 
“Sure, yeah.” Jungkook nodded, slightly let down. To be honest, he had completely forgotten that information until that point. Seems like he would have a lot to catch up on during the next day. “I’ll walk you to your dorm.” 
You thanked him with a smile, and you two got moving. 
The walk back to your place wasn’t exactly awkward, but it could have also been a lot better. The two of you talked about the movie animatedly, the subject that you had to study — an awful amount of gastric pathology to memorize — and, eventually, landed on your weirdest experiences during hospital rounds. You were in the middle of telling him how two toddlers (twins) managed to puke on you at the same time, and how you thought that was a sign of a telepathic connection between the two, when he felt the back of his hand brush against yours, and everything around him turned into static. Suddenly, it was all that he could think about. 
Jungkook had already spent the entire date with questions flying around his head. When was the right time to pull you close? Could he hold your hand, or would that be too bold? Could you smell how sweaty he was? Or maybe his deodorant was too strong? If he ran away, trained to be an astronaut, and joined the Mars colonization mission, would he be able to avoid embarrassing himself again? 
And, more importantly: would it be weird to kiss you goodnight? 
Considering the fact that he had no clue how to read your body language, and that almost all of his romantic experience came from bad sitcoms and Twilight marathons with Yoongi, Jungkook didn’t judge himself suited to answer that last question. He didn’t know if he should hold your hand, he didn’t know if you were just being polite or if you actually had a good time. Again and again, his anxiety got the best of him. He should really get back to seeing his campus counselor. 
“So… we’re here,” you said, holding your hands in front of your body. You had stopped at the entrance of your block, and Jungkook took that as a sign that you didn’t want him to go all the way back to your apartment. Fair enough. “Thank you for tonight, I had a lot of fun. We should do this again sometimes.” 
“For sure, yeah.” Jungkook nodded, somewhat relieved that you asked for that. At least that was a clear sign that you didn’t completely hate him. “That would be great.” 
You agreed and looked down at your shoes. The darkness of the night enveloped the two of you, only half of your features illuminated by the dim yellow shine of the nearest light post. Jungkook almost fainted when you stared into his eyes, with a faint blush painting your cheeks, and questioned, “So, you’re not gonna kiss me?” 
Windows’ blue screen. Please, hold.
 “I… I, uh—” Jungkook’s mouth felt as if he had just swallowed an entire desert, his brain fighting to keep his voice steady. Your eyes, so focused and expectant, felt like daggers against his chest. “I didn’t know if you wanted to,” he finally admitted. 
Your shoulders fell as a tender smile curled up on your roseate lips. Jungkook thought you were the most beautiful thing he had ever had the pleasure of seeing. “I do,” you told him gently. His heart almost leaped out of his throat. “Do you want to?” 
And that was the easiest question that he would ever answer. “Yeah,” Jungkook said. 
You smiled. “Perfect.” 
The boy barely had time to react before your hand was curling around the fabric of his shirt, and you pulled him towards you in a playful tug. Jungkook’s eyes stayed comically widened for a second after your lips met, but, soon enough, he allowed himself to melt into your embrace, his nervous hands landing on your waist, and his mind instantly calming down. 
He kissed you slowly, carefully, almost afraid that, at the faintest of movements, reality would shatter and he would lose that moment forever. Of course, it didn’t, and he stayed on that instant a bit longer before, at last, he pulled away, slightly breathless. 
“I should’ve done that sooner,” he confessed. 
You tilted your head at him, fingers playing with his hair. “It happened at the right time,” you said. “Some things can’t be rushed. Especially the good ones.” 
Just like that, he understood what Taehyung and Yoongi had been saying all those years. No matter how cliche it was, there was some truth to the saying that ‘what is supposed to happen, will’. And, the better that something is, the more work it will require. 
But, as he kissed you again, Jungkook realized that it was all worth it in the end.
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The following months by your side were so amazing that Jungkook constantly brought back his theory that “maybe he was actually dead, and that was heaven.” And, if it was, he would make sure to shake God’s hand himself because, holy fuck, was he one lucky man. 
Okay, maybe the first few weeks together were a bit painfully cringe-worthy, but he was really trying to pretend as if they didn’t happen. Jungkook didn’t really get the memo, and he had to slowly figure out how to behave romantically with you. He got it wrong the first few times — kissing you at the worst possible moment, or sending you a huge bouquet of roses during your microbiology exam — but, eventually, you guided him towards more neutral grounds. Then everything went smoothly. 
Surprisingly, even the undead duo calmed down for a while. Yoongi and Taehyung were still around, since they had no other option, but were much quieter now, only making punctual remarks when Jungkook made a fool out of himself. Hell, they even left the room when things started getting more serious between the two of you, instead of giving Cosmopolitan-worthy advice, and that was a huge improvement. 
But, of course, it wouldn’t be Jungkook’s life if there wasn’t a huge joke waiting just around the corner. Soon enough, another issue would present itself. 
It came in the form of a warm mumble against his lips, and the vague — yet deliciously noticeable — rolling of your hips against his own. “Jungkook,” you called, breathless after a long make-out session. The two of you were on his couch, with you sitting on his lap, straddling him. “I want you.” 
He froze. What else would he do? Jungkook was a panicked virgin. He knew that your intimate times would happen eventually — and he really wanted them to — but he didn’t expect that his mind would completely malfunction once he got so close, with his erection growing inside his pants and the softness of your breasts pressing against his torso. It was just a lot, alright? 
And, lost amidst the tempestuous sea of his sudden despair, all that he could utter back was, “Are… Are you sure you want to do this right now?” 
“Yeah.” You placed a strand of hair behind your ear. Jungkook thought that he could faint on the spot. It was actually a pretty common sensation with him. “You don’t want it?”
“No — I mean yeah! Yeah, I want it.” He choked on his words, looking down in embarrassment, only to meet the contour of your thighs. His youth leader had been right all along: temptation was everywhere. “I’m just… I’ve never done anything before.” 
“Hey, it’s okay,” you tried to calm him down, placing your hands on his shoulders. The heat of your palms seemed to have some effect on the chaotic emotions that boiled inside him, for his muscles relaxed considerably under your touch. “I won’t pressure you, okay? If you want to take more time, it’s completely fine.” 
“No, it’s not like that. I don’t feel pressured.” He shook his head, then looked up at you. You could almost feel the conflict inside his gaze, the mixture of anticipation and fear that you knew all too well. “I want you, Y/N, I really do. I’m just nervous.”
“It’s fine,” you repeated. “We don’t have to do anything now, and we can start slo—”
But he couldn’t listen to the end of your phrase, because a familiar voice damn near hollered from the other side of the room. “Taehyung, come in here! Quick!” Yoongi yelled, signaling through the door like he was controlling the air traffic. “He’s getting some! Jungkook’s about to get his cherry popped the fuck off!” 
You tilted your head to the side, staring him down with preoccupation. “Jungkook? Are you okay?”
“The fuck! There is no fucking way!” Taehyung’s voice got louder as he yelled, signaling his growing proximity. “Call NASA right now!”
Jungkook sighed, throwing his head against the couch. Goodbye erection, and goodbye any chance of having sex that day. “Yoongi and Taehyung just showed up,” he mumbled bitterly. 
You lowered your gaze and took a deep breath, then removed yourself from his lap. Jungkook hated the lack of heat, and he swore he would have drop-kicked the two if they weren’t in a different dimension. The certainty of death was all that he needed to know that he would get his revenge some day. “Of course they did,” you complained, fixing your clothes. “I love being cockblocked by cockless ghosts. Again.”
“Hey!” Taehyung sounded actually offended. 
Jungkook turned around harshly, his voice bitter. “Can the two of you just fuck off? This is not the time.” 
“So you two can fuck?” Yoongi grinned, then looked at Taehyung. “We should, actually.”
“Jungkook… this is too weird now.” You raised your hands in a silent bargain for it all to stop. You could deal with a few psychic sessions every once in a while, but being a voyeurism victim for ghosts wouldn’t be the way you wanted to spend your afternoon. “Let’s do this another time, okay? I should get going anyways. Big day at the hospital tomorrow.” 
He took one of his hands to his face, massaging his temple. You got up from the couch, reaching for your backpack. “Yeah, okay.” The boy pouted, and you leaned in to give him a quick peck on the lips. Disappointing end for a night, to say the least. “Good luck tomorrow. Text me if you get an interesting case!”  
“Thanks! I will.” You threw your backpack strap over your shoulder and started walking towards the exit. Jungkook couldn’t blame you for just wanting to leave that place as soon as possible, he was sure that the discomfort was much worse for you. “Bye, Jungkook! I’ll let you know when I get to my place.”
He opened his mouth to thank you, but you were already out the door. The lock clicked shut, and the silence became thick, mocking him. Even if he already had an actual girlfriend, Jungkook still found himself being left behind by someone that would never want to see him again — dick semi-hard and morale shattered on the ground. Seems like he always found himself back in that position. 
Taehyung materialized on the couch next to him, hugging his knees. He was staring at the closed door, somewhat expecting that you would come back, but knowing very well that you wouldn’t do so. “Okay, I accept that it was our fault,” he said, oscillating his gaze towards Jungkook. “Sorry, man. We are like, super invested in this. There’s almost nothing interesting going on in the afterlife and this is, like, better than any TV show airing right now.” 
Jungkook rolled his eyes, utterly exhausted at the mess that had become his life. He was done giving them sermons: it had basically turned into the world’s worst pastime and gave little to no results. “You know what? Just promise me you’re not going to show up next time.” He stared both of them down. “I don’t wanna be watched, that’s just weird. And I know that Y/N isn’t happy about that either.” 
Yoongi shrugged. “Some people like it.” 
“Yeah, I’m not one of those people,” he told him. “Guys, please. I know you two are as excited as I am about this, and I appreciate your... support, but I think this is something I need to do alone. In peace. Not being watched by spirits. That’s isn’t too much to ask.”  
“He’s right, you know?” Taehyung said, looking back at Yoongi. “We should stay in our lane for now.” 
The other ghost looked down at his feet, which basically morphed into the carpet beneath them. For the first time in two long years, he actually seemed like he was rethinking his actions. “Yeah, sorry,” Yoongi responded. “We got carried away. We’ll leave next time. Maybe try something when your neighbors are having a movie night.” 
Jungkook’s shoulders fell in alleviation.  Maybe not everything was doomed. “Thank you,” he spoke, then nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I’ll probably do that. When is the next one?” 
Taehyung looked at Yoongi, then back at him. “What are the chances that you’re gonna get your virgin shit together by tomorrow night?”  
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Slim to none, actually, but he had managed to (kind of) do it. Focus on the “kind of.”
Jungkook had spent the previous night doing in-depth research about sexual intercourse,  and basing his actions in real-life situations. That meant that he stayed up until four in the morning watching porn. Not masturbating. Just watching it very closely and trying to learn what to do — like an actual serial killer. 
“Do you think that this is… a good idea?” Taehyung spoke from the other side of his room, preoccupation plastered all over his face. The whole porn-science was funny for the first twenty minutes, and then it just ended up being terrifying. “You know that people don’t actually have sex like that, right? It’s all exaggerated.” 
“Quiet!” Jungkook raised his finger after a particularly loud moan echoed, his eyes red and glued to the computer screen. The white light from his device was awfully sharp, bathing his figure and making his image border on demonic. It really wasn’t a good look. “I’m researching. I need to know what to do.” 
“You look and sound like a maniac.” Taehyung walked closer to the bed, measuring his movements. After he died, he thought that he would never be afraid of any other living thing — but Jungkook had just proved him wrong. Against his best judgement, he took a peek at the screen. “No! Oh my— That’s not natural. That’s so wrong. You should know, you studied anatomy.” 
“I’m not gonna do this tomorrow,” Jungkook mumbled, closing the video. Taehyung recoiled back to the darkness of the room like a vampire that had just been touched by the sun. “The plot was interesting.” 
“You’re not even hard, man,” he said, pointing at Jungkook’s trousers. “This is like, really weird. You should stop before you have some problem getting it up tomorrow.” 
“What are you trying to say?” He narrowed his eyes, paranoid. “That wouldn’t happen. I know what I can do.”  
“You’re the medical student, take a look,” Taehyung insisted. “There’s research about that, pornography affects young men and women a lot and— Actually, what the fuck am I talking about? This is crazy. I should’ve left with Yoongi.” 
“Wait, I just—” Jungkook closed his computer with a sigh. His hair was disheveled and his gaze was unfocused. It really was the oddest night in Taehyung’s life/death. “I just don’t know what to do tomorrow. I’m about to have an anxiety attack. It’s like the third one tonight.” 
Taehyung pressed his lips together, the discomfort inside him being replaced by a warm sense of understanding. “Man, she knows you don’t have experience. She isn’t expecting a porn star performance, or whatever the fuck you were just watching.” He pointed to the computer, which was now neglected amongst the sea of blankets. “By the way, I’m a changed spirit. I hate you for making me see that.” 
Jungkook would have laughed at his distress if he wasn’t too tired to do that. “Technically, you decided to look at it yourself,” he corrected. “But, yeah, I know she’s not expecting anything great. But I don’t wanna make a fool out of myself, you know? Not like it’s a rare occasion or anything.” 
Taehyung shrugged. Being alive made everything seem so much more important than it actually was, he thought. “Lay back and let her take the lead, then.” 
Jungkook furrowed his brow, his eyes widening at the idea. Of course! That was the big  galaxy brain moment he needed all along. “Are you serious? It’s that simple?” He asked, hopeful. 
Taehyung chuckled. “I guess we’ll have to wait and see.” 
Yeah. It was that simple. Who would’ve thought that those see-through idiots actually would have something intelligent to say? 
Really, it was a time of miracles in Jungkook’s life. The following day, the planets aligned and, for the first time ever since puberty, everything went right for him: the class ended a bit early, his neighbors decided to watch two movies instead of one, and his place was perfectly devoid of any paranormal activity by the time you wandered into it. 
He didn’t tell you that he had planned that entire thing before it happened — he thought it would be super strange to schedule his virginity loss out loud — and he was glad to see that everything evolved naturally. One hour and forty minutes after you arrived, you two were already at the same point that you had left the day before — only, this time, you two actually managed to get to his bed.
“They’re not here, are they? You’re sure?” You asked in between kisses for what should’ve been the fifth time. 
“No, I asked them to leave earlier.” Jungkook’s hands pressed down on your hips, the sensation of your center rolling against his erection eliciting a sigh from him. Ha! Fuck Taehyung and his soft dick curse. “I actually… Before we do anything, I actually wanted to know if you could, you know, help me a little.” 
You hummed, taking your face away from his. Jungkook watched as you licked your lips, your eyes dazed, and leaned in to place another kiss against his mouth. “In what way?” You asked. 
“Just... show me what to do,” he said. “What you like, if I’m doing something wrong… everything.” 
With a soft smile, you agreed, arms curling around his shoulders. “Of course,” you told him. “It’ll be my pleasure.” 
That being said, you dove back to his lips, feeling as he both simultaneously relaxed and tensed up under your touches. Jungkook had evolved a lot in those past few months, you realized, since the early-dating version of him wouldn’t find himself in that position without turning into a stuttering, blushing mess beneath you. It was kind of cute, but you’d never say that out loud. 
You felt his hands trailing up your back, underneath your clothes, his palms dwelling in the softness of your skin for a moment before, in a courageous movement, he decided to pull your shirt up. There was a short separation of your mouths as the piece of clothing slid up your arms, and collapsed against the floor in a puddle of cotton. 
Jungkook sighed once he felt the lace of your bra against his hands; the softness of your breasts was something that he continuously daydreamed about. Now, without the barrier of your clothes, all that he needed was to remove that last constriction and he would be— 
“Oh well…” He chuckled nervously, fumbling with your bra. “Sorry, I don’t know how to open this.”
You smiled at the embarrassment that danced around his features. “Relax, okay?” You said, moving your hands to your back and taking care of that problem yourself. You’d teach him about the magic of unclasping bras another time. “It’s fine.”
But Jungkook didn’t have time to think about an answer, for soon your bra was meeting your shirt on the floor. His reaction would’ve been the same if you just moved over and came back with a baby dinosaur in your hands — his eyes widening in amazement as he took in the image of your nude breasts, a small whimper perishing in his throat as he slithered his hands upward, cupping them. 
Your breath stopped for a moment when he leaned in, reluctant, and enveloped one of your nipples with his warm mouth, his tongue delicately coming out to trace circles on your sensitive flesh. Jungkook groaned at the sensation, his cock becoming unbearably hard against his pants, and tilted your body over so he could be on top of you. 
You curled up against the sheets, sighing in delight as the boy continued to work on your breasts, kissing and sucking lightly, taking his time. Every time you looked down, you could see that Jungkook was having almost as much fun as you, the small moans that dripped from his tongue vibrating inside your chest. 
“Does it feel good?” He raised his gaze towards you, expectant. “Am I doing a good job?” 
“Yes, very good.” Your hands curled around the roots of his hair. The action was gentle, but Jungkook shuddered under the sensation — every small movement proved itself to be a lot for him to handle. “You’re doing amazing. Is there something that you want to do, Kookie?” 
The boy licked his lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed hard. Part of him (probably the sleep deprived one) still didn’t believe that you two were actually doing that — that it wasn’t just a figment of his horny imagination. No, it was real. You were right there in front of him, beautiful and devastating, caressing his hair as you waited for an answer. 
“I… I want to make you feel good,” he said, wide-eyed and hesitant. His dick felt painfully hard being so constructed by his pants and, suddenly, he became aware of how clothed he still was. No wonder it was so hot. “Just tell me what you want me to do.” 
Your lips curled up at his adorableness, one of your hands meeting his wrist. Patiently, you guided it down, and placed it on the hem of your pants. “Can you touch me?” You questioned. “I can tell you what I like.” 
“Oh, please,” he almost pleaded, his hand already fumbling to open your pants. Much to his delight, those were a lot easier than your bra, and they were soon sliding down your legs with ease. 
He took a moment to take in your form, eyes traveling up from your legs, to your hips, then all the way back to your breasts. As Jungkook met your gaze, he allowed for a suspire of relief to depart from his mouth, shoulders relaxing. “I’m so lucky,” he spoke, “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
The smile that you presented him looked brighter than all of the stars above. “Come here,” you called, leaning against your elbows. “Give me a kiss.” 
Obedient, Jungkook did as you requested, a grunt escaping his chest once you pulled him into a sloppy kiss, nails brushing lightly against the skin of his neck. He had goosebumps at the sensation, his hand moving by its own will, navigating down your stomach and towards your heat. 
His fingers hovered, insecure, over the hem of your panties for a moment. Still, at the sound of his name being spoken against the kiss, he was overtaken by an ephemeral spark of courage. Soon, your panties were on the floor too. 
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Jungkook whined at the contact, his fingers dwelling just above your entrance. Inside his pants, his cock twitched at the sensation, his lower body already tingling with excitement. He didn’t know how he would manage not to cum in his pants, but he would have to find a way. “What do I do now?” 
“Now...” you said, leaning your head against the pillow. “Move up and find my clit. Make all those hours of anatomy worth it,” you joked. 
Jungkook nodded, but anatomy was much more difficult when he wasn’t actually looking at a certain part of the body — he was much more interested in watching your expression. Embarrassed, he did as you requested, trailing his wet fingers up until you told him to stop. “Right there,” you said, sighing once you felt his hand pressing down on it, starting to trace small circular patterns. “That’s it, baby, great job.” 
His heart leaped at the compliment, and his actions became firmer. Jungkook thought he would go insane when he heard you whimper and cry out at the sensation, your hips bucking up against his hand ever so slightly. “You’re so hot,” he breathlessly confessed, his words coming in a hot puff of air against your neck. His digits slowly trailed down, towards your entrance, and he paused. “Can I?” 
“Yeah,” you agreed. 
Jungkook swallowed hard, adventuring one finger inside you. At the sensation of your walls clenching around him, he moaned, biting his lip. “God, you’re so tight,” he told you, adding a second finger. You raised your hips at the contact, hands curling on his hair. “I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” 
His mouth came back to your breasts, sucking and licking your flesh. Jungkook was a mess, you realized — pressing down his hard member against your thigh, whining against your skin as his fingers curled inside you, sinking into your wetness. God, you weren’t made of steel. “I want it,” you told him, and he didn’t understand your words for a moment. “I want to feel you, Jungkook.” 
And he didn’t need anything else. The boy moved away from your body and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor alongside the rest of your clothes. It was no time for hesitation— he didn’t know how much of his precious alone time he had left. “Condoms.” He pointed at his nightstand. “Top drawer.” 
You turned around on the bed, reaching for the furniture as the boy unbuckled his belt and clumsily removed his pants. The mattress bounced beneath you as Jungkook tossed himself around, finding a way to lose his balance as he threw his pants on the ground. Much to his relief, you weren’t paying much attention to it. 
He was already panting — in a mixture of excitement and his pathetic effort to remove his pants — by the time that you gave him the condom. “Do you put it on, or do you want me to?” You asked. 
Jungkook had trained on enough bananas to know that he could do it, but he wasn’t gonna let the chance to have you touching him down there pass. “You do it, please.” 
You nodded, sitting next to his expectant figure. Jungkook’s chest rose and fell in anticipation, his muscles glistening with the small droplets of sweat that decorated his caramel skin.  His cock was hard and heavy against the fabric of his grey underwear, practically calling for your care. 
Attentively, you watched as his abdomen tensed up at the feeling of one of your hands pressing down against his clothed erection, delicately moving towards his crown. A gasp tumbled from his lips as you rolled your thumb against it, noticing the wetness that had already accumulated beneath your hand, and he rolled his hips against the pressure. Really, Jungkook was too precious. 
“Please, don’t tease,” he begged, eyes following your every move. His cock throbbed in your hands, needy. “I don’t think I can hold it much longer.” 
With a hum of agreement, you moved your hand away from his erection, and pulled his underwear down gently. Jungkook whimpered at the fiction, and the way his cock was freed from its constraints, bouncing back against his abdomen. The smallest of touches was more than enough for him to lose himself. 
“Shhh, it’s fine,” you calmed him down, slowly (too slowly) rolling the condom on him. His hands clenched into fists next to him, grabbing handfuls of the white sheets. Okay, maybe you were being a bit mean. “Just tell me what you want.” 
Jungkook closed his eyes for a moment, holding back a cry of frustration. “Ride me, please,” his words came out in a plea, his expression so permeated by need that you thought that he could cry if you teased him any further. God, everything was so perfect about him — the glistening in his onyx irises, the reddening of his lips as he bit down on them, trying to fight back a whimper as you placed yourself over him. “I— I need to feel you. I’m going crazy.” 
There was no need for more convincing — again, you weren’t made of steel. 
You sighed as you sank down on his member, one of your hands finding support against his pecs, as the other curled around his cock, guiding him inside you. Jungkook closed his eyes and threw his head against the alabaster pillow, his flower-like lips opening to cry out at the sensation. “Oh fuck,” he cursed. “Oh, baby, that’s so good.” 
Seeing him like that, so submissive, so deliciously responsive to your faintest of touches, was, at the very least, extremely erotic. You loved to see the way he flinched and whined at the sensation of your walls clenching around him, his hands unsure of where they should be on your body. Awfully slow, you rose your hips from him, almost letting him slip out, before you shifted your weight back down, watching as Jungkook moaned out your name. 
God, he was really about to fall apart. 
Slowly, you began setting a pace, moving up and down on his cock. It was a lot slower than Jungkook expected, but it was just the right speed to make him appreciate every sensation of your body wrapping his own. 
“Feels good?” you asked, a bit breathless. The sensation of him filling you up was even better than you had anticipated, and, combined with his shameless exclamations of pleasure, you didn’t think that you’d last much longer either. 
Before he could answer, a tremulous sigh ruptured upon his mouth, reverberating just behind his teeth. Jungkook took another second to find his words, inhaling sharply. “So good,” he spoke, and you almost whined out at the lust that ornamented his voice. “Can you move faster? Please?” 
Maybe in different times, you’d take your time to provoke him a bit more. At that point, though, you’d do anything he wanted you to. “Yeah,” you agreed, doing as requested. The sound of your wetness and the slapping of skin against skin was lewd, filling the room alongside Jungkook’s voice. “Like this?”  
“Fuck, yeah, like this,” he cried out, closing his eyes in absolute euphoria. He could feel the movement of your asscheeks against his palms, the sensation enough to drive him insane. Jungkook was already amazed at the fact that he didn’t embarrass himself with premature ejaculation the second that you removed his underwear — but it didn’t mean that he didn’t get close to it. The second his hands squeezed your ass, he was positive he would end the game a bit earlier than the two of you would like. “It— it feels so good. Please, don’t stop.” 
With a moan, you threw your body forward, placing kisses on the curvature of his neck, a sensation that quickly sent shivers down his skin. The new angle made his cock hit even deeper inside you, causing for you both to melt in pleasure. “You feel so good,” you told him, nails digging against his flesh. The knot in your stomach was all too familiar, and you knew that you wouldn’t take much longer. “I love having you inside me.” 
“Oh, yeah, that’s good.” He mumbled, only half aware of the words leaving his lips. Jungkook’s eyes were dazed and unfocused, looking at nowhere in particular, his fingertips digging in your flesh. “You’re… you’re getting tighter.” 
“Y-Yeah,” you agreed, voice coming out in a moan. “I’m close.” 
He swallowed hard. “I can help,” he said. 
Before you could ask what he was trying to do, Jungkook moved his hand back to your center, two of his fingers playing with your clit. You gasped at the sensation, eyes closing as you kept riding him, rolling your hips, feeling as he reached for every part of you. It was all becoming too much, the pleasure that decorated his features, the  delicious friction of his body against yours, the frail moans that dropped from his tongue like honey. He was just too much. 
With a faint call of his name — a melody that would be stuck in his head forever —, you finally crossed the threshold of your orgasm, and came around him; morphing into a trembling and moaning mess. Jungkook watched, in absolute awe, as your face was monopolized by bliss, your teeth sinking down on your bottom lip and your eyes rolling back. 
He removed his hand from your heat, placing it on your waist. Using every final ounce of energy in your body, you continued riding him. Through parted lids, you noticed that his thighs were starting to shake, signaling that he, too, was close. “Baby,” the boy called out, his fingers digging to the sides of your hips. Jungkook was both trying to guide your movements, and hold himself back to reality. It was a beautiful view — the way his expression lingered somewhere between delight and distress; his hips mindlessly trusting up against yours. “I think I’m gonna cum.” 
You breathed out through your nose, trying to ignore the pleasure that, now, was turning into sensitivity. It felt good, in a way, but you were more focused on his relief at that point. “It’s okay, Kookie,” you told him, “you can let go.”
He had been so polite the entire time, with his “please” and “thank you’s. So, of course, when you told him that it was okay for him to cum, he did just as you requested. 
Jungkook came with gasping breaths and a trembling, high-pitched moan, holding on to you as he thrusted his last sloppy advances towards your core. His hands, weak, fell on the bed besides him, clenching the sheets; eyelashes fluttering down as he dwelled on the afterglow of his pleasure. You could stay there forever, looking at the pink shade that colored his cheeks; the beautiful mess that his black hair had turned into; or the tears of relief that accumulated at the corner of his eyes. 
But everything has to end, even the most beautiful ones. 
His tongue came out to wet his lips, and his eyes, still hooded, met yours. Not even the biggest minds in the renaissance could’ve thought of an image so perfect, so ethereal. “You’re so amazing,” he praised. “That was… amazing.” 
You smiled and leaned in to place a soft kiss against his lips. His member slipped out of you at the action, and his arms curled around your waist, keeping you in place. “You did pretty well,” you mumbled as you lazily curled up against his chest. Jungkook’s body was a delicious source of heat, and you could really get used to that. “I see a bright future ahead of you.”
He hummed, caressing your hair. Jungkook could finally smell it without being creepy, so that was a big victory for him. “You did most of the work,” he said. 
“That’s not an issue.” You nuzzled his neck, pleasantly feeling as goosebumps spread throughout his body. Always so responsive. “I’ll let you take the lead next time, if that sounds good to you.”
Jungkook chuckled. “That’d be great, yeah,” he agreed. Part of him thought about using a few tricks he learned during his late-night research, but he wasn’t super sure that it would be a good idea. Maybe he should keep that card up his sleeve for a bit longer in case he needed to surprise you later. “Do you want to spend the night? It’s kind of late to go back to your place now.”
The words fell from his tongue with ease, surprising the boy for an instant. He noticed that he was much more comfortable in your presence, like the pieces of the puzzle had finally fallen into place. Not because of the sex itself, he realized, but because of the vulnerability and intimacy that came with it. It happened just as it was supposed to. 
 “I’d love to.” You smiled, and placed a kiss against his neck. “But I’m going to kick you out if you start snoring.” 
“Out of my own place?” He asked. 
You sighed, voice filled by traces of your upcoming slumber. “Don’t you test me,” you spoke, wrapping your arms around him. “Medical school is killing me, I need some sleep. And I will get it no matter the price.” 
Jungkook laughed at your tired words, one of his hands caressing your head in infinite delicacy. As he held to your body, curling so perfectly against his own, he knew that everything would be okay. And maybe he needed a good night of sleep too. 
A few minutes later, as he started to feel the sensation of his consciousness slowly drifting away to the land of dreams, a bittersweet sentiment overtook his chest. There was an instant, even if ephemeral, in which Jungkook believed he would never see Yoongi and Taehyung again — after all, the two had already concluded their mission: Jungkook got the girl and there was nothing else left for them to do. In between two consecutive breaths, he felt both relief and solitude. Silence wasn’t as welcoming once he realized no voice could break it. 
Though, his melodramatic moment was short-lived. Behind him, a known timbre cheered for him:
“I’m so proud, I feel like a soccer mom.”
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ushiwakaout · 3 years
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Things I believe Matsukawa Issei and you’re kid would say if you lived together (From the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep)
i’m ONLY doing this because @sloppykyuu is just begging me to write about Issei 🙄 (and @kac-chowsballs requested it as well)
Merry christmas Pea! I’m Latina so i celebrate today (the 24th) 💚
established relationship || fem mommy reader || you and Matus have a kid together and you call him Bub/kiddo/bean their name is Sora (unisex name so u can decide if it’s a girl or boy)
“Hey bean, let’s go wake up your momma.” (7:00 am)
“No... mommy’s scary when she makes up.”
“I know bub, i wake up to her every morning, how do you think i feel?”
you: “I can hear you Issei!!!”
“He meant to say scary beautiful momma.”
you: “Don’t defend your dad bub.”
“Shut up and give me a kiss woman.”
“How’d you sleep? Good? Good.”
“Not feeling sore?”
“Ow, he’s not even listening, huh bean.”
“What?”
“See exactly my point.”
“I don’t work today, so how about we go out today and have some family time.”
*will tangle his fingers in your hair while you’re still in bed*
“Or do you wanna stay in bed and get a sitter~”
“Ow, dont hit me. I’m just making suggestions.”
“Hey, bean- why don’t you give daddy and mommy some alone time, yeah?”
*your kid whines a little because he low key was falling asleep on your chest*
you: “Come on kiddo, i’ll make you whatever you want for breakfast.” (7:30 am)
“anything?”
*Sora’s legit rushing out the door*
“Come here.”
*Isseis already dressed but you’re nude on the sheets, makes you sit on his lap anyways*
“You sure you don’t wanna get a sitter.”
*he’s holding your hips and he’s kissing you all over, he’s doing it in a sweet romantic manner*
“You can have a date night and everything.”
“You know bean doesn’t mind, he’s old enough to get that mommy and daddy need alone time.”
“Family time? You sure?”
*hes caressing the small of your back and just giving you the most softest smile.”
“Come on , get up and let’s make Sora some breakfast.” (8:00 am)
*he really do be handing you one of his old uniform shirt and a pair of his clean boxers, he knows they makes you feel comfy*
“Bean, hey- leave your mom alone while she’s cooking.”
“But i wanna watch.”
*big eye roll from Issei but he’s not surprised he’s fascinated with his mother because, like father like son*
“Need some help?”
“Are you sure?
“Fine... Give me a kiss.”
“Their not even watching...”
“You look sexy in my clothes, have I told you that?”
*smacks you’re ass before kissing your cheek and walking back to Sora*
“Done? Look good babe.”
“No,no,no put the dishes down.”
“You cook, I clean, remember?”
*you roll your eyes and set the plates down in the sink*
“Good girl. Go clean up with Sora while i do this.” (9:00 am)
*you and Sora are in the bath together missing around, making a mohawk with their hair and everything*
*Matsu is all finished up with the dishes when he’s leaning on the door frame and listening to the two of you giggle in the bath*
*god he’s so in love with you it’s so sweet*
“You guys finished yet?” (9:40 am)
you: “Take a picture pops, it’ll last longer.”
“Take a picture- yeah you know what maybe i will.”
*takes a few pictures, definitely takes some on you and crops out Sora*
“Come on bean, let’s give mommy some alone time.”
“Want me to dress them?”
“Oh come on, i don’t dress then up so bad.”
“Fine, fine- I’ll keep it simple.”
“Stay here bean, i’ll be right back. I’m gonna check up on mom, yeah?”
you: “Why are you back here Issei.”
“Mmm just wanted to see if my sweet girl needs some company.” (10:00 am)
*a very quiet quicky, will fuck you over the sink with his hand wrapped around your neck so your back is so close to his chest, makes you watch yourself drool over his cock*
“You don’t want Sora to know that her mommy is a slut for her daddy’s cock.”
*hes legit got such a foul mouth*
“MOMMY I NEED TO PEE!!!”
*Issei burst out laughing bc you’re mid orgasm*
“Mommy’s coming Sora...”
*you’re punching his thigh a couple a thighs because he’s being an asshole*
“hurry im gonna pee of the floor.”
“Bean, you’re not even dressed yet.”
*bean is really running naked into the bathroom*
“I wanted mommy to dress me.”
you: “see i told you, you suck at dressing them.”
“hey- i’m trying my best here.” (10:20 am)
you: “Bubs, you’re getting to old to carry.”
“No im not.”
“No he’s not.”
“Come here, mom’s too weak to carry you bean.”
“No she’s not.”
you: “Thanks bean but mommy is a little weak so i need Issei to carry you.”
“But i don’t want papa.”
“Ouch, that hurt.”
“Only if papa buys me some tokoyaki.”
“Deal, come here bug.”
*Sora is a crawler so he likes crawling up from your feet until you cary him and he’s don’t it to the point where he scratches*
*that’s why issei doesn’t let him climb in him anymore- he picks him up and throws him on his shoulders*
“Woah, i’m so tall! Look momma!”
“Hey, give me your hand.”
“Because i wanna hold it woman, now give it to me.”
“Do you wanna share tokoyaki? No, thought so.”
“Open up *issei 100% likes feeding you in public to embarass you* Good girl. Taste good?” (1:00 pm)
*you probably take Sora to a park because she’s very energetic and needs to let it out somewhere*
“They’re getting so big...”
“Let me put another baby in you, yeah?”
“Come on, you’d look so good all full and plum for me.”
“Stop blushing woman, you should know you’re sexy by now.”
*he knudges your hip while you hide your face into his back*
*he kisses your hair and then the tip of your nose*
*Sora is running towards their dad and shes pulling on his jeans*
“Is mommy crying or did you embarrass her again.”
“I embarrassed her again.”
*cue pouty Sora*
“Bad daddy, come on momma, let’s get you away from meanie.”
you: “yes please.” (2:00 pm)
*sora makes you push them of the swings*
*issei once again is taking pictures of you if his kid*
*sora ends up playing with dogs that are like twice her size and one of them topples over her and she’s flying to the grown*
you: “Sora! You alright baby?!”
“let’s do that again mommy!!!”
“Do that one more time and i think you’ll kill your mommy.”
*you go back with issei for a bit and someone starts a fight with Sora bc she took someone’s swing*
“MOMMY THEY STARTED IT!!!”
you: “I know sora, hold on a second.”
*you get in a small altercation with another mother and you snap at them, leaving them quiet as hell*
“That was really sexy.”
you: “She called bean mean things, you thought i was gonna sit there and just listen?”
“Mmm, feisty... That’s very sexy of you momma bear.”
you: “Issei i’m gonna punch you.”
“Understood princess.”
“You two hungry yet?” (4:00 pm)
“YES! More tokoyaki!!!”
you: “bean you’ve had enough tokoyaki.”
“There’s no such thing.”
you: “yes there is, and i’m in the mood for ramen.”
“Got it, ramen it is. Let’s do Sora.”
“but.... tokoyaki.”
“Bean, they 100% have tokoyaki.”
“YES!!!”
you: “Carefull bean the foods probably hot.” (5:30 pm)
*they proceed to throw a tokoyaki ball in their mouth and they immediately spit it out*
“HOT TOKOYAKI!! OUCH!”
“Bean, this is why you listen to mommy.”
“I’m sleepy!” (6:30 pm)
you: “you want me to pick you up?”
“please!”
you: “They out yet?” (7:00 pm)
“Out cold...”
“Hold on, don’t move... Let me take picture.”
“Look this way, good girl- now smile for me.”
*looking down at his phone a little to long while he’s admiring you with his kid*
“We made that.”
“God please let me put another baby in you.”
“Give me a kiss pretty girl.”
“I love you.” (8:30 pm)
“Want me to tuck them in?”
“Alrighty hand them over. You go get ready for bed.”
“They really are out cold.”
“Mmm you look so beautiful.”
“Give me a kiss.”
“I can’t say it enough but you- You are so damn fine.”
*he 100% is fucking you with purpose tonight. he’s such a good baby daddy and just fills you up to the brim with his cum while fucking your pretty pussy*
“Let me lay on your chest baby.”
*proceeds to kiss your chest*
“I love you so much sweet girl.”
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justnerdthings · 3 years
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New Beginnings Ch.6
female reader x Liu Kang/Kung Lao (Might end up being both)
You're gonna kill Kung Lao, but not today.
________ You were amazed with how much energy you had. Kung Lao tried to pass it off as finally eating right, but you were sure it had more to do with your mind at ease about not having heart disease. Your anxieties weren't gone completely however. Your withdrawal was in full swing now. You felt like shit. You had tremors all morning and another blue ribbon of a headache. Your body hurt too, but you weren't sure if that was the training or withdrawal.
You dropped a dumpling as your hand shook. With a frustrated sigh you slammed your chopsticks on the table. "Fucking meds," you mumbled blame.
Lui reached over with his chopsticks and picked up the dumpling that'd fallen on the table. He placed it back on your plate. "It will pass."
"I know, I know." You growled and ruffed up your hair. Your knee bounced under the table. You took a deep breath and picked up your chopsticks again. Your hand was still. Oh thank God, a break, you thought and lifted the dumpling. Just as it touched your lips, your hand shook and the dumpling tumbled down your chest and to the floor. You growled again, contemplating just ripping your arm off and beating it against a wall. You just wanted to eat!
"Here."
You looked up to see Lao, arm out, reaching for your chopsticks. You handed them over, suspicious of his intent. He then promptly stabbed them into one of the dumplings still on your plate. He held it up, like a lollipop, offering it to you.
Now why couldn't you have thought of that? You took it and even with a shaking hand, managed to get the dumpling in your mouth. Oh, thank you. You munched and stabbed the next dumpling.
Lao grinned and went back to his meal. Liu smiled behind his tea. "Perhaps we should try wearing you out tonight. Might get you to stop shaking," Liu suggested.
“You wouldn’t know the first thing about wearing her out,” Lao quipped.
Liu’s eyes went big at the notion. It took you a moment, but it clicked and you stared at Lao. Lao looked to you and gave you a wink. You then threw a handful of rice at him. “You’re disgusting,” you told him and looked back to your plate, fighting the heat building up on your face.
“Ouch.” Lao raised his brows and brushed the rice out of his hair.
“Honestly, Lao…” Lui breathed. He was fighting his own embarrassment.
But Lao noticed. He’d noticed before, but now he was sure. He chuckled. “Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about it, Liu.”
Liu almost choked on his tea. “Lao!” He hissed.
You dragged in a deep breath. You were sure your cheeks were as red as Liu’s sash. Was it true? Had Liu thought about you that way? Or was Lao just being an asshole?... Both?
Lao was laughing again. You glanced up at him. “Why don’t you just ask her, Liu?”
“Lao, stop talking,” Liu said.
“What? She might like it!”
“Stop. Talking.”
“You deserve to be happy, brother,” Lao tried to reason with that smirk of his.
“Stop.”
“Don’t let the monks tell you that you shouldn’t.”
“Lao,” Liu warned.
“Why don’t you ask me,” You spoke up, looking right at Kung Lao.
He stopped talking and stared at you in mild shock.
“You obviously have something for me if you’re trying to deflect it onto Liu.” You could have been wrong. Maybe Liu really did have something for you. Maybe Lao wasn’t deflecting. But, you could see his jaw stiffen, as if he was trying to think of a comeback.
You raised your brows expectantly, and curiously. Maybe you were right. Maybe Lao was deflecting.
Lao forced a small laugh and turned his eyes away from you.
Was… Was that embarrassment you saw on his face? Oh. Oh. He was definitely deflecting. A small victory, but you would take it. With a prideful smirk you looked back to your food. “That’s right, you damn eunuch.” Yeah, you said it. He didn’t have the balls to say what he really wanted.
But the air had gotten stiff. You could feel the rising anger coming from Lao. You’d always had a mouth.
“I’m not a eunuch,” Lao spat.
“Then you’re just too small,” you mumbled. Oops. There was that mouth again.
You could feel Lao glaring at you, seething in his embarassment.
“Lao, no,” Liu warned, trying to defuse the situation.
“You want to see just how big it is?!” Lao shouted at you.
“Will I need a magnifying glass?”
“Lao! Y/N!”
Lao stood from the table and you rose, fists shaking, but ready. If he wanted to fight, so be it. Lao opened his mouth to shout again—
BANG!
You and Lao both jumped, then looked down to see Liu’s hand on the table, a very displeased and impatient look on his face. “Sit. Down,” He told you both with surprising control.
You and Lao looked back to each other as if daring the other to move first. After a moment, you relented. Lao sat down after you. Your eyes stayed locked on each other. Shots had been fired. Liu picked his hand up and let out a slow breath. Just that breath alone was enough to plant a seed of guilt in you. You heard Liu mumble, but couldn’t make out what it was. You went back to eating.
Lao mocked your shaking hand as he watched you like a hawk.
“Enough,” Liu warned, his voice taking a higher volume.
“I didn’t say anything,” Lao tried.
“Cause you don’t have the balls for it,” You commented.
Liu sighed. His efforts weren’t working at all. Fine. “Okay. You two want to fight? Then go.” You and Lao looked to him. Liu looked absolutely done with the both of you. “Go. Go fight.” Liu pointed to the door.
You and Lao stood on opposite sides of the arena. Of course Lao would bring you to the one with the ledge. You could feel your nerves creeping up, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. You had no real training. You were going to lose this fight. He’d beat you within a second. Hell, he already had you beat.
“You really think you stand a chance against me?” Lao teased. “You?”
“Of course not. But I’m not going to back down either,” you answered honestly.
Lao nodded as he slipped his hat off and set it aside before walking towards you. “I’ll take it easy on you.” He smirked.
You mocked his grin. “Asshole.”
He closed the distance between you two. You had to tilt your head back to look up at him. His dark eyes searched you for a second as his smirk grew. “I’m not sure if you’re brave or just stupid.”
You shoved at his chest. But you thrusted yourself back more than he budged back.
“Oh? Did I hit a nerve?” He stepped forward, closing the distance again. “Good.”
You shoved him again, failing just as before. He closed the distance again. He was pushing you without even touching you. You were pushing yourself. Flustered, face red, you swung a fist. He caught it. His hand covered yours easily and he held it as you tried to pull it back.
“What’s the matter? I thought you wanted to fight?” He asked.
You huffed and ripped your hand from his, then made to kick. His leg blocked yours. You tried to kick with your other leg. He caught it with his hand and shoved you, letting you fall back in the sand. He stood over you and faked a yawn.
“You think you’re so tough…” You hissed as you pushed yourself back up and brushed the sand off of yourself.
He was on you before you could finish dusting yourself. You punched in reflex, but he deflected it and moved in, causing you to back up. “I’ll give you credit. You haven’t given up yet.”
“And I won't!” You swung for his stupid face. He caught your arm and the next thing you knew, you were on your back in the sand. With your fist pinned down and his other hand on your chest, he held you down as he stooped over you. You tried to push him off, but he didn’t budge an inch. Your legs kicked at the air as you struggled.
“Fight!” Lao demanded.
A frustrated grunt escaped you as you gripped his arm with your free hand. You squeezed and struggled, desperately trying to push him off.
“Harder!” He shouted.
“Get. Off. Me!” You shouted between struggles.
He leaned further down, his face a mere inch from yours. “Make me!”
You growled. You threw your head forward and slammed it right into his with a harsh clap. A grunt escaped him and he pulled off you. In a daze, you quickly scrambled back and to your feet.
Lao rubbed his forehead and looked at you. He smirked. “Not bad.”
“Fucking prick!” You screamed.
“You got a lot of rage.” He started walking to the side, you moved the opposite way. You began circling each other. “I like that. But why are you so set on fighting me? It can’t just be for Liu’s honor.” He chuckled.
“I’ve fought for less.”
“Oh? Do tell.”
“Shut up.”
“What? Nothing to tell?”
“You’re just a bully.”
“Bully? What is this? Grade school?”
You glared at him.
“What have you fought for?”
“Myself.”
“Not good enough.”
“People.”
“Who?” He pressed.
“Anyone.”
“Anyone? Do you fight for Shang Tsung?”
“No.”
“Then who?!”
“Those who can’t do it for themselves!”
“Who?!”
Your fists were shaking.
“What do you fight?!” He shouted.
“Assholes.”
“What do you fight?!” he repeated, reminiscent of your first meditation lesson.
“Death!” Your nerves fired back up. Oh no.
“You can’t fight death!”
“Yes, I can!”
“How?”
“By saving people!”
“You? Save people? You get scared of trees!”
“I’ve saved people!”
“Who!?”
“People!”
“I thought you worked at a boring office? Who needs to be saved there?”
“It was a fire.”
“Oh? Who was it?”
“A guy who went into cardiac arrest!”
“How did you save him?”
“I performed CPR.”
“In a fire?”
“I wasn’t going to let him die!”
“You saved him?”
“Yes.”
“What was his name?”
You hesitated.
“You don’t know?”
“It doesn’t matter!”
“You fought for someone you didn’t even know?”
“Of course I did!”
“You could have died.”
“So what?!” Tears were in your eyes.
Lao grinned and stopped. You stopped. He walked towards you and you tensed up. “Would you fight for me?”
“Fuck you!” You hissed.
He reached out and took a fist full of your gi, pulling you to his face. “Would you fight for me?!”
“No.”
“No?” He almost looked hurt.
“No.”
“Why?”
“You’re an asshole.”
He grinned and turned, hand still gripped tight to your gi. He practically dragged you… right to the edge of the cliff. Your eyes grew wide in sudden fear. Your heart flip-flopped. You tried to back up, but he moved behind you and held you there, overlooking the ravine. “Look at it.”
You clenched your eyes tight.
“Look at it!” He shouted in your ear.
You peeked through tight lids.
“You see it?”
You were quiet as you stared at certain death, heart beating like kick drum.
“If I fell from here, would you try and save me?”
“...What?” You turned your head to look back at him. What the hell was he talking about? What kind of question—
He swung you around, putting himself between you and the edge. You looked up at him as he let you go with a small shove. You backed up a couple paces and watched him back up, his heels almost over the edge. “Would you try and save me if I fell?” he asked again. “You could die if you did.”
“That’s not funny, Lao. Stop it.” Your heart was racing, watching him, watching his feet.
“No. It’s not. I wonder if I’ll die before I hit the bottom. Maybe break my back while I tumble to the bottom.”
“Lao, stop it.” There was a rising panic in your voice now. “Please. Come here.”
Lao bounced on his toes a bit. You felt your heart skip several beats and you took a step closer. “I’m betting I’d split my skull on a rock on the way down,” He teased.
“Lao…” Your voice shook.
He bounced again. “My blood just splattered everywhere.”
“Lao!” You shouted, pleading.
He chuckled.
His feet slipped. His face changed to panic of his own as he fell. You lunged for him.
You caught his wrist. Half of you was hanging over the ledge. You tightened your grip as much as possible as Lao dangled over the ravine. Lao’s own heart was racing as he looked down at the jagged walls. Looking up, he saw you fighting to keep hold of him and your balance. With his free hand he reached up and grabbed hold of your arm. “Pull!” He shouted.
“What the fuck do you think I’m doing, you moron,” You hissed as you struggled to lift him.
“Harder!” He ordered.
You shouted as you strained. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins. Sliding back on the ledge, you slowly got to your knees.
“Pull!”
Teeth clenching, you managed to pull him up enough to where he could grab hold of the edge. It took some of the weight off you.
Finally you pull him right up and you both fell into the sand.
You laid there, chest aching with how hard your heart was beating. Every breath felt like a sacred gift. You covered your face as you tried to compose yourself.
Hearing Lao’s own heavy breath, you rolled over to face him, then promptly slapped him right across the face, leaving a nice red hand print on his cheek. “You fucking idiot!”
He began laughing breathlessly.
“That wasn’t funny!” You pushed your exhausted self up and kicked at him.
He blocked weakly and kept laughing. “I knew you had it in you.”
Your brows knotted. What did he just— Did he just do that on purpose?! You kicked him right in the ribs.
He shouted through a laugh and turned over to push himself up.
“You fucking idiot!” You screamed and swung at him as he got up.
He grinned and dodged. You swung again. He dodged and turned away, walking off to pick up his hat.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” You shouted as you followed him.
“Oh? Have to catch me first.” He looked over his shoulder and gave you a smirk before taking off. You ran after him. You chased him through the halls, dodging monks and furniture. He was fast, but you kept up enough to be able to see which ways he was going. You were going to kill him.
You followed him to the other arena. Liu was meditating in the sand and Lao slid to a stop behind him, causing Liu to open his eyes and see you running right for him. He rose in concern and realized Lao was behind him with a grin a mile long on his face and laughing.
Liu caught you carefully as you reached them and held you back. He stood between you two. He then looked to Lao for an explanation.
“She faced her fear!” Lao announced.
Liu held you firm as you tried to jerk from his hold. “What are you talking about?” He asked Lao.
You answered before Lao could, “He tricked me into hanging off the ledge so I could catch his stupid ass!” You shouted. Liu looked at you with confusion. “He balanced on the edge and teased me, then purposely slipped and fell off,” you growled.
Liu’s face immediately filled with dread. He turned to look at Lao. “Are you crazy? You could have killed yourself. You could have killed her! What if she didn’t catch you?”
Lao gestured to himself grandly. “But she did!”
Liu stared at him for a moment before realization hit him. You had caught him. He looked back to you, his face a mix of amazement and pride for you. You looked between them. You suddenly felt ganged up on, as if Liu had just switched sides. “No,” You said. You pointed out to Lao accusingly but looked to Liu. “No! He does not get out of this!”
Lao laughed again. Liu’s lips pulled into a small smile. Frustrated, you turned away and grabbed a sword off a weapon’s rack, then turned back and started towards Lao. “I’m gonna fucking kill you,” you threatened.
Lao skipped back in his joy, but it quickly melted as Liu moved out of your way, letting you go after him. As you chased Lao with the sword, Liu watched with a hopeful grin.
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ur-jinji · 3 years
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141+levi
ps. have a lovely night (: and dont put preasure on yourself. u are great!
thank you very much anon!!! have a lovely night yourself <3 ur greater :)
someone to spend time with
levi ackerman x gn!reader college au
summary: in which two lonely people share an unlikely friendship and some confused feelings for one another
word count: 2.2k
song: someone to spend time with // los retros
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“i got you boba,” you announced as you approached a small, square table in the library where your classmate, levi, resided.
“what the fuck is that.” he asked.
“tea.”
“say less.”
you handed him the drink and sat down across from him, watching him slurp away. his attention quickly moved back to the book in front of him.
“how’d you find me?” levi questioned, his steel eyes glancing up at you for a quick second.
“you’re always here,” you replied, shrugging. “plus, i need help with our reading assignment.”
“you always need help.” he sighed and closed his book.
you and levi shared a shakespearean literature course and somewhat became friends by default because your assigned seats were directly next to each other. he was very reserved in class, but your boredom got the best of you, so you’d talk his ear off. he wasn’t very amused initially, as he took his schoolwork and class time very seriously, but he eventually warmed up to you. after forcing levi to help you once, you just kept coming back. you enjoyed his quiet company, and he appeared to be just as alone as you were. except his was by choice, you assumed.
“i just can’t keep up with all of macbeth’s drama,” you joked. “i figured i’d pay you with tea and my presence to help me for the millionth time.”
“yeah, your presence was starting to not be enough,” levi said monotonously, yet a small smile forming on his lips.
“you must like my company a little if my presence was enough of a payment before now,” you replied as you leant your elbow on the tea, resting your chin in your palm.
“i guess you’re okay,” he said simply. “what do you need help with.”
“listen, i tried to read act 2, but i was at a loss,” you stated. “oh, and i forgot my book.”
“you’re an idiot,” levi mumbled, shaking his head. “c’mere.” your eyes widened, but you complied, getting up from your seat across from him. as you made your way around the table, he grabbed the back of the chair next to his and pulled it out for you. you thanked him and took a seat, in which he replied with a simple “mm-hm.”
“take some notes. i don’t want you calling me tonight saying you’re confused,” he told you. you nodded and grabbed your pencil and notebook from across the table. levi started summarizing the text for you, and explaining the shakespearean language that constantly left you feeling perplexed. you silently listened, jotting down notes for a while before getting bored and doodling on the sides of the paper. he quickly took notice in your drawings. he glanced down, seeing an outline of an angry face, along with an arrow pointing to levi. his eyebrows furrowed when he saw the word “stinky” accompanying the face and arrow. he swiftly picked up his own pen and drew an x through your doodles, then scribbling “brat” down on the paper. you giggled and nudged his knee with yours.
“tch. you should be paying attention. we’re being quizzed on this,” levi commented, causing you to groan. you folded your arms and let your face fall forward into them.
“i didn’t even hear the professor say anything about a quiz,” you grumbled, your voice muffling against your skin.
“you didn’t hear because you’re always talking my ear off. she said there’ll be an essay, too,” he added, only making you groan once again. you relaxed slightly when you felt his hand pat the back of your head. his head pats were his quiet way of trying to comfort you. they always felt nice.
you suddenly perked up, his hand falling off your hair, in which he moved to rest it on the back of chair.
“okay, okay. let’s get serious,” you said, nodding towards his textbook.
“i’ve been serious,” levi replied blankly. he continued his little lecture, and you wondered if he realized his fingers had started toying with the ends of your hair. his touch sent chills down your spine. you started to take note in your mind of how he sometimes did those little things. those little gestures and touches. you liked them a little more than you should have. maybe you were just touch starved, or maybe they just felt good coming from him. levi wasn’t an easy guy to read, so you normally brushed those kinds of moments off. but as he droned on about some witchs’ prophecies, all you could think about was how the tips of his fingers were getting closer to the skin on your nape.
“you’re not taking notes,” levi stated the obvious, sighing and turning his head to you. “like i said, i don’t want you calling m-“
“what if i called you anyway?” you asked gingerly. his eyebrows furrowed, and the hand behind you disappeared. “like, what if I called you, but not to talk about macbeth?”
“what else is there to talk about.”
ouch. okay. now this is fucking awkward. should’ve just kept my mouth shut and let the kid keep playing with my stupid hair.
“hah, nevermind. i was just kidding. keep going,” you managed to get out, despite the feeling of an invisible hand around your neck to keep you from continuing to make an ass of yourself. you shifted your attention forward, your gaze falling down to your notebook.
“um, yeah. you can call me,” levi spoke, his normally uninterested tone sounding off. there was the tiniest hint of....desperation? tenseness? it went unnoticed by you.
“no, it’s okay. i don’t wanna bother you more than I have,” you replied. i need to get out of here. “i actually gotta go. i told my, um, roommate i’d help them with something.” you swiftly stood up, reaching out to gather your things, when levi’s hand was suddenly grasping your wrist.
“i...want you to call me,” he said, his volume low and his gaze shifting around, appearing to be quite nervous. you froze, and his grip on your wrist began to loosen before letting it drop. you nod slowly, pushing your head downwards to hide the embarassing blush creeping on your cheeks.
later that night, you were left alone, as your roommate was out with their friends or participating in a study group almost every night. you were sat at your desk, drumming a pencil and fidgeting around nervously, wondering if you should call levi. the phone works two ways, and you always seemed to be the one making the effort to hang out or talk to him.
what if he thinks i’m desperate?
you sighed and swallowed your pride. you pulled out the headphones from your ears that were playing loud music and found yourself staring at his contact in your phone.
knock knock. knock.
your head snapped in the direction of the noise coming from outside your door.
“hey, brat. let me in.”
you froze, your mouth dropping. you sat there for a few moments, debating whether or not you should pretend you went to bed.
knock. knock.
you took a deep breath and stood, making your way to the door and cracking it open. you saw levi with his usual stoic expression. before you could even say a word, he raised his hand, pushing the door open and walking past you. he stopped in the middle of the room, his gray eyes scanning the area.
“i’m assuming this is your side,” levi said simply, pointing to your side of the room. you felt embarrassed when you realized your bed was unmade and a plushy was propped up against your pillow.
“hah. uh, yeah,” you replied. the nerves in your voice and laugh were evident. you crept to your desk, wanting to hide anymore embarrassing evidence. you quickly found a cringey picture frame of you and a friend from your hometown, your hand grasping it and gently placing it facedown.
“what brings you to my dorm?” you wondered, taking a seat in the desk chair to hide your shaking legs. unfortunately for you, your shifty actions only grabbed his attention, and your question went ignored. levi strolled to your desk and pressed his hand on the wooden top, leaning nonchalantly. he reached out for the picture frame you were desperate to hide, and picked it up. you looked up at him as he observed it with a small smirk.
“tch. cute,” he commented before propping the frame back on the desk. you hurriedly slammed it facedown again, mumbling a sheepish ‘thanks.’ you continued to stare up at him as his eyes looked over your desk. his attention turned to you, his eyes falling onto your pink-tinted features.
“want some tea?” you offered.
some time later, you and levi found yourselves lounging on opposite sides of your bed, both sitting with legs criss crossed. he held a large tea cup, sipping quietly at his second drink as you let him in on some gossip about your roommate’s friend’s cousin. you don’t even know how you got to this point, but after offering him a drink and busying yourself, your nerves simmered. it felt a lot more comfortable after that.
“and then they said that she said that he got caught sexting not one, not two... but twelve other girls. then his girlfriend tried to burn his house down. and now she’s in prison for attempted arson,” you finished. levi lowered his cup after taking a long sip, and continued to stare with a blank expression. but despite his bored appearance, he was rather invested in this story.
“that’s rough,” he commented.
“i know right?” you replied as you picked up your phone. you clicked to see the time. “jeez, it’s already midnight.”
“tch, is that your way of kicking me out?” levi asked, smiling ever so lightly.
“unfortunately, yeah. i have an 8am class tomorrow,” you said, putting a little pout on your lip. “we should do this again, though. feels nice to just hang out with someone.”
“isn’t that what we’ve been doing in the library?” he questioned.
“i don’t count me making you help me with shakespeare as hanging out,” you explained.
“that’s fair.” he shrugged.
“also, this is the first time you initiated being around me,” you boasted, feeling pretty satisfied with yourself. “that means you think i’m fun.”
“i never said that.”
“well, you being here says otherwise. sooo...”
“whatever, brat.”
levi stood from his spot on the end of your bed, handing you his empty cup. you stood as well, following him to the door.
“i guess you’re okay,” he offered. “this was okay.”
“that translates to, omg y/n is the best, they’re sooo much fun,” you teased, nudging your elbow against his. “anyways, i guess i’ll see you in class on wednesday.”
“i guess you will,” he replied plainly, raising his hand to touch a strand of your hair, putting you in a state of shock. your mouth gaped slightly as you studied him curiously. after a few moments of silence, levi abruptly started leaning forward, your eyes widening. before you could react, his lips were against yours.
is this actually happening? you wondered. oh, my god it’s actually happening. this is real.
it took you no time to respond to the kiss, your eyes quickly fluttering shut. you hadnt been kissed a long time, and you remembered first kisses always being a little awkward as you both had to adjust to the way the other’s lips moved. but there was no awkwardness. there was no needing to adjust; it was perfect.
his movements were surprisingly fast and needy, his hands moving to hold your jaw as both of your quiet, desperate noises were swallowed. your hands came up to grip his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. you could feel little tingles everywhere he touched you, and a knot starting to form low in your stomach. you felt his tongue slip into your mouth as he moved his hands down to hold your waist, arching your back slightly. levi started to redirect you, pushing your back against the door, causing a loud thud against the wood.
“y/n? what was that?” a voice from the other side of the door called. your eyes flew open, seeing his steel eyes already looking back at you.
“shit!” you hissed. “my roommate.” you pulled your face away and took a deep breath, your hands still holding levi’s neck, and his still gripping your waist. you gazed at him for a moment, admiring his features. you hurriedly leaned in again, giving him one final, quick kiss.
“sorry! hold on!” you finally responded to your roommate as they started turning the doorknob. the two of you let one another go, quietly stepping away from the door that started to open.
“you won’t believe the night i-“ your roommate started, but freezing once they saw levi. their mouth dropped open and they glanced at you, shocked.
“sorry, he was just leaving,” you said, rushing to push levi through the open door. you followed him out, closing the door behind you. you sighed loudly.
“i’m sorry about that,” you told him quietly. he shrugged and slid his hands into his pockets. “i knew you liked me.”
“you’re okay,” levi replied, his eyes holding a warmth you had never seen from him before. “i’ll see you on wednesday.”
“yeah, yeah, see you wednesday,” you said, grinning as he turned around, making his way down the hallway.
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connieslover · 3 years
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headcanon : maid costumes ୨୧ danganronpa v3
✧˖*°࿐ headcanons of shuichi and kokichi reacting to you wearing a maid outfit/costume (yes. i write hc/imagines of danganronpa characters now)
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shuichi saihara
ɞ shuichi was busily observing his new research lab, looking thoroughly through the files that were in the antique looking bookshelf, in hopes of finding some sort of clue about the ‘real world’
ɞ “shuichi~”
ɞ hearing your melodic voice, he immediately tore his gaze from the file
ɞ “tsumugi let me borrow this costume from her closet! what do you think? i’ve always wanted to try one and....”
ɞ as you continued to blabber on about your love for maid outfits, shuichi took his time to properly look at you
ɞ you were wearing a typical black and white maid outfit, with a cute black bow tied around the collar of the uniform. on your head laid a lolita maid hair band which matched your hair colour 
ɞ “hello? earth to shuichi?” you waved your hands in front of his face
ɞ “o-oh sorry,” he shyly apologised
ɞ “you look really nice...” he sheepishly answered with a small blush on his cheeks
ɞ “so....what can i do for you?....master shuichi?”
ɞ “m-master!?”
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kokichi ouma
ɞ kokichi was roaming through the building searching for you as he was very bored. extreextremely bored. he had just finished harassing kiibo and that, to him, wasn’t very entertaining 
ɞ “y/n~~ where are you?” he called out loudly
ɞ with no answer, the male huffed his cheeks and continued wandering
ɞ he walked pass tsumugi’s research lab,
ɞ and that was when he heard your voice
ɞ he immediately did a 180 and walked towards tsumugi’s lab, entering without any notice
ɞ “y/n you look so cute~ even my magic can’t repel this cuteness,” the familiar voice, himiko gushed
ɞ “tsumugi why did you choose a maid outfit out of all things? couldn’t you dress me up as a cute volleyball player or something,” you whined
ɞ “a maid? how fitting for a supreme leader like me,”
ɞ as if elsa had shot her ice powers at you, you felt yourself freeze at the sound of his voice
ɞ “h-hey who told you to come in?” himiko scoffed
ɞ “me,”
ɞ “himiko, let me choose a costume for you,” tsumugi whispered to himiko, getting the hint that kokichi wanted to be alone with you
ɞ himiko agreed excitedly, skipping towards elsewhere with tsumugi
ɞ “god this is fucking embarassing,” you groaned shoving your face into your hands
ɞ “high knee socks and cute animal ears? oh yes! how did tsumugi know my type?” kokichi wondered out loud
ɞ you took a peek between your fingers, only to see kokichi seconds away from peeking under your skirt 
ɞ “you pervert!” you gave him a kick, knocking him backwards
ɞ being the dramatic person he was, kokichi laid on the ground, eyes closed with a discomforted face
ɞ “ouch! i think you broke my back,” whimpered the male
ɞ you rolled your eyes and crouched down beside his body
ɞ “okay so i’ll be going now ,”
ɞ you felt kokichi’s hand wrap around your wrist, halting you to move
ɞ “but you’re my maid. aren’t you supposed to tend to my needs?” he spoke with a devious look in his eyes
ɞ “well im quitting.”
ɞ “h-hey don’t leave me on the ground!”
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