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sexybabystevie · 2 years

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Hi! I'm rather new to your channel because I saw your Steve x sarcastic reader HCs and I absolutely LOVED them they were so, so good and you're extremely talented at making HCs and I wanted to add my own into the mix as well.

Rose 🌹 – Red roses symbolize romance, love, and courage. Send me a short description of yourself, including things you enjoy doing, and your desired character to receive a headcanon on how they would confess their feelings to you!

My desired character is going to be a little bit tricky because I have two ST loves of my life but because you just did a Steve one I think I'm going to pick Eddie.

So hi! I'm a little bit more of a socially awkward type, I tend to be really introverted but once you get to know me I'm insanely sunshine-y and happy. I tend to really love reading books especially Stephen King or fantasy novels, Lord Of The Rings has been a huge part of my life since I was in middle school and my parents finally deemed me old enough to watch the live action films with them. I also am obsessed with film, I love rewatching the same movies over and over again. I love studying film, my parents have this running joke where I can figure out the plot of any show and for the most part be right on the money every single time *they're always like wtf are you magical or something every time it happens*. I'm also utterly in love with musical theater cast albums as well and could probably talk for hours endlessly about my favorite ones. My music taste is a really intense mesh of 80's pop, rock, and metal music as of recently. It was actually due to Eddie that I explored metal music and found affection for it in the first place.

Thank you for listening! I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with

A/n: Thank you so much for the kind words!! I'm so happy you liked my other headcanons! <3 I have to say that this is the first time I'm writing for Eddie, so I hope that I do his character justice! (And that you enjoy!) And, I’m also so sorry this took so long! You caught me right between the time that I was in the process of moving to and starting college, so things have been pretty hectic since then! Thank you so much for your patience!

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Song of Sunshine

Eddie Munson x Sunshine!Reader

Tags and Warnings: No Warnings, Soft!Eddie Munson, Friends to Lovers, Headcanons, Sunshine!Reader, Implied Love Confessions, Pure Fluff, Dorky!Eddie Munson.

Word Count: 3010

He hadn’t meant to, but Eddie Munson had been eyeing you for a while; you were someone of great mystery to him. He was familiar with almost every face in Hawkins High, having dealt with some of them for far too many excruciatingly long years, and yet yours is one that’s on his mind more often as of late. He’s been scanning the lunchroom on the daily, keeping his eyes out for any new recruits for Hellfire, and something in his gut keeps pointing him in your direction, his gaze always lingering a little longer on you than at any of the others.

If he’s being honest with himself, he’s tired of seeing the same painfully mundane, averagely boring kids each and every day – none of them really having that spark, that potential that he’s been searching for – so he’s almost giddy when he sees you sitting alone at a lunch table, nose buried between the pages of The Lord of the Rings. Instantly his mind is ringing, thoughts scattering because he feels like you’re a light at the end of the tunnel – someone with the kind of creativity and interests that would fit in perfectly with Hellfire – and as much as he wants to rush up to you to ask if you’ll join his club, he’s still a little hesitant. There’s an almost shy nature about you, bashful and timid like a wild bunny, and while he finds it endearing, he also is aware enough that he shouldn't startle you and disrupt your peace.

So, instead, he waits. He waits for probably too long, because it’s been about a week and you’ve moved on from The Lord of the Rings and are now reading Stephen King’s Pet Sematary. He thinks it’s certainly an interesting choice – despite his somewhat intimidating style of dress, he certainly isn’t one that handles horror easily. Especially horror novels; he only half paid any attention to a short story that one of his teachers read aloud in one of his many English classes, and he was so disturbed that he nearly didn’t sleep for days afterward. Hell, he can’t lie, there have been D&D sessions that he’s been to that he’s nearly pissed his pants over. To say that his imagination is overactive – so active that reading anything remotely grotesque has him shuddering and feeling nauseous – would be an understatement. Movies, he can somewhat handle, what’s shown on screen is tame compared to what he could conjure with his mind, but anything even mildly scary in book form is a no-go.

That’s part of the reason that he stalls again, face scrunched up in thought as he look intently at you. Something about you has him feeling sheepish; all he can seem to do is marvel and wonder about you from afar. He knows the younger members of Hellfire – Mike, Lucas, and Dustin – have noticed his thoughtfully awkward glances, meaning his time before they undeniably make some witty comments is running thin. He knows he needs to say something before someone catches him staring and wrongfully assumes he’s being a creep like half of the guys in Hawkins High tend to be, but he feels frozen in time, a wistful statue caught in a moment of hesitance.

He’s so preoccupied with his thoughts that he barely registers the bell ringing and the horde of students that meander along to their next class. He’s not fully aware of his surroundings as he stands and takes his plastic tray over to the garbage can, and he’s definitely not on planet Earth as he accidentally steps on the back of his own shoe, sending him pummeling right into the back of someone who seems oddly familiar. Someone who he thinks he should be able to instantly recognize, someone whose mere outline is something he should have engrained into his mind, and all too quickly they’re turning their head and he gets a glimpse of the cover art for Pet Sematary and – oh, shit. It’s you.

This isn’t how he expected to introduce himself to you, with his hands grasping at your shoulders and his face inches away from the back of your neck as he tries not to tumble the two of you into the disgusting cafeteria floor, and he feels both like laughing and cursing himself for his inattentiveness. At the sight of you, however – wide, nervous eyes and bashful smile – Eddie’s completely drawing a blank. You’re looking at him with polite inquisition, questioning and uncertain but in a gentle manner, and he can’t even begin to imagine what’s on your mind. He has a reputation that precedes him; school-proclaimed ‘Freak,’ a thought that almost has him cringing. Normally, when he’s in his element – talking with his friends, managing the Hellfire Club, playing D&D – he doesn’t care less about what some pretentious teenagers think of him, but right now, he can’t deny the rush of anxiety that hits him like a wave on the beach. He’s been thinking of this moment for days, of how to talk to you so that you think he’s cool, and messing it up feels close to that same kind of humiliation that he vowed to throw away when kids relentlessly teased him for being different in the early years of middle school.

Still, he trusts you and your awesome and somewhat intimidating taste in novels, and he must really be caught on the idea of that because he’s suddenly blurting out, “I wouldn’t have ever pinned you as the type for horror.”

He immediately feels regret – who is he to try and say something about your personality? He’s barely been aware of your existence prior to this week and God, he feels really stupid, until your soft voice breaks through to him.

“And you’re not?” It’s quiet in the chaos of the lunchroom, shrouded in shyness but also holds hints of something else, something more familiar. Something he’s used to hearing from his friends, that’s kind and a little playful, and then he realizes that you’re not only trying to make friendly conversation – you’re giving him a chance! – but you’re also attempting a little joke. Albeit, it is a tad awkward with the tone you’re using, but he doesn’t mind at all. He actually thinks it’s quite cute, although he doesn’t spend too much time reeling on that thought.

“Definitely not,” he says, and he finds himself shocked as how easily he’s telling the truth. Most people he knows would have lied, either to have more of something to relate to or to create a false sense of self, but he doesn’t feel the need to. There’s a kindness, a curiosity in your eyes that has him wondering if you’ve been stealing glances at him for days like he has. “I’m more of the adventure-fantasy type guy.”

The words have barely fell from his lips and you’ve already got a low-burning fire behind your eyes, the excitement that he previously saw secondhand now coming forward. He smiles softly to himself; the spark.

“Really?” you ask, voice a little louder, more incredulous. The rays of passion peek behind the clouds of your timidity, and it’s obvious that you find it hard to bite back an agape expression.

“Yeah!” Eddie exclaims, as if his answer is the most obvious thing in the world. Maybe it is. “The only time I ever really cared enough to show for English class was when we read The Lord of the Rings.”

His words are like gasoline, setting your already simmering demeanor aflame, the former introversion suddenly thrown out the window. Your features are bright, eyes glittering with interest. A bright smile overtakes you, covering you like a thinly veiled blanket, and you look so surprised and enthusiastic that you’re standing on your tip toes, bouncing softly on the pads of your feet. Your exhilaration is highly contagious, worse than the time Hawkins closed down the schools a few years ago because over half of the student population had the flu, and Eddie doesn’t fight the way his mouth automatically widens its grin to match yours. As if he could, anyway.

You trudge back to class together, replying to one another with elevated voices that earn a few annoyed glances from your teachers, and while neither of you are even aware of it in the moment, this is the start of something new, unbidden as a rose petal among the concrete, but not unwelcome. When Eddie finally gathers up his courage and asks you if you’ll tag along at the next Hellfire meeting – as a bystander so you can decide if you want to really join in and start making your character next week during your lunch break – you say yes with a smile sweet as honey, and just like that, your futures have been interwoven.

As Eddie expects, your “tryout,” as the younger children of Hellfire have so intelligently deemed it, goes amazingly. You’re already forming a character and their backstory, spewing intricate details to him as he drives you home. He doesn’t even have to ask if you’re coming to their meeting next Saturday; the gleam in your eyes already answered his silent question the moment that the group continued their game. You hadn’t even had all of the context and you were still watching in awe, shoes excitedly tapping against the floor as you “watched the magic happen,” as Eddie said. He wasn’t wrong; your creative and wandering mind easily was captivated the second that he began recalling where exactly the players had left off last time.

You show to Saturday’s meeting, and the following Saturday’s, and you even go to Mike Wheeler’s dusty basement – which everyone made sure to let you know wasn’t mandatory – to retrieve some old character sheets on an early Monday morning during your autumn break. Even Mike, the kid whose house they were digging through, complained about having to get up to help find his own precious pages, but you hopped right into Eddie’s van without hesitation or resistance, only thing carried with you being a sleepy grin.

Turns out, you make an interesting addition to their group. Your enthusiasm and cheeriness – regardless of the situation – is unmatched, and the contrast between the group before and after you’ve arrived is grand. You always shout out unique suggestions, make references to your favorite novels and movies, and you never fail at being a carrier for glee. One small gasp of excitement from you is all it takes for your energy to bleed through to everyone else; some of the other members, like Mike and occasionally Dustin, feign mock annoyance at how easily everyone is swayed by you, but it never seems genuine. If it ever verges too close to hurtful territory, Eddie shoots them a harsh glare as a warning and they back off, which you always find amusing. You know that, out of the two of you, Eddie’s the least likely to hurt even a caterpillar.

It’s not long before the two of you are spending insane amounts of time together, including outside of school and Hellfire. Sometimes he comes over to your place and you sit outside together, toes in the soft grass as you catch each other up on everything going on in your lives – not that there’s ever that much you have to fill him in on; you’re practically attached at the hip when you can be. Other times you hang out in your living room, rewatching some of your favorite films while raiding your snack cabinet. Some of Eddie’s favorite moments are these; when he’s sitting next you, arm lazily rest upon the back of the couch, close enough to you that you can feel the warmth of his skin without touching, and he can watch you vividly talk about your analysis of specific scenes in the films. Witnessing your raw, glowing passion has his chest swelling with admiration.

On the weekends when conflicting schedules cancel Hellfire meetings – which isn’t often, as being present and an active participant are Eddie’s most valued expectations – you frequent an old, run-down theatre in downtown Hawkins together. The tickets are cheap, there are rarely any other viewers, and the employees there either have a preference for older films or they can’t afford to purchase many from this decade. Regardless, it’s always a good time. With no one else around to tell you to be quiet, you’re giggling at Eddie’s cheesy jokes and making a few of your own.

There’s this one thing you can do – he calls it your “Wicked Movie Vision” – and it blows his mind every time it happens. You have this infallible ability to predict the plotlines, and the outcomes of said plotlines, of any movie you see. You insist that it’s not that difficult, that it’s only a matter of understanding popular tropes and knowing what to look for in the subtext, but it never fails to leave him in gaping awe. He likes to brag about it to the rest of your friend group, and he’s ever-persistent about how cool it is, despite their often lackluster attitudes towards it.

One Friday afternoon, when neither of you had any other plans, Eddie surprisingly called you on on the phone and sounded a bit more nervous than usual. It was barely there, a twinge of awkwardness, but was still noticeable to your observant ears.

“Hey, it’s your favorite leader of Hellfire,” he greets, drawing out the syllables in his first and last words, making you laugh. You neglect to mention that he’s technically the only leader of Hellfire; you let him have his little moments. “So uh, I know you don’t have anything planned tonight since we talked about it yesterday... Do you wanna come over? I can pick you up and we can hang out for a while?”

You have the feeling that he’s holding back some words; something tells you that he has some other reason for inviting you over, but you still smile and nod, verbally expressing your agreement when you realize that you’re not, in fact, currently visible to your friend.

Eddie comes to pick you up as usual, despite you saying that you’re fine with walking the short distance between your houses, and you start to feel a tad bit nervous. You don’t typically visit Eddie’s house often – your place is the usual hangout spot for you two – and you’re a little worried you might do something silly or disrespectful on accident.

Of course, you have nothing to worry about. The two of you talk excitedly in the car just like usual, and Eddie admits that he wants to show you something that he wrote for his band. You’ve been to a few Corroded Coffin practices, forever cheering him on in the audience, and it’s actually due to him that your music taste started developing more towards the kinds of songs that he likes and creates. You’ve never said it outright, but you enjoy the music a lot more just because it reminds you so much of him.

When you walk into Eddie’s trailer and take a tentative seat on an extra chair, watching as he leaves the room and mutters on about something to do with his guitar, you can’t help but notice that the smidge of tension from before is back. You’re starting to wonder if something may be wrong, but you don’t have much time to reel on it before he’s returning with his beloved instrument.

“You ready?” he asks, ghost of anxiety within his upturned smirk. You nod, and his fingers begin to strum at his guitar strings.

The melody starts out a little slow, almost tentative, but then it picks up and you can tell that’s where a beat drop from the drums would typically be. Everything shifts, and the tempo speeds up and becomes more intense. He’s closing his eyes as he plays, feet tapping and head bobbing, and you can tell that he’s really put his heart and soul into this song.

It’s over almost too quickly, leaving you wishing that you could somehow have a mixtape made of only that song repeated so that you could listen to it forever, and your closest friend is looking to you, silently waiting for your reaction. The hesitancy in his eyes fades away when you beam at him and go on and on about how much you loved it, recalling specific moments that really struck you as your favorite, and, as it’s sure to do, your admiration and eagerness pass unto him.

He’s so touched, so utterly appreciative and happy that you liked it so much, that he doesn’t stop himself from admitting, “I wrote it when I was thinking about you.”

You’re stunned into silence, never having expected that such a masterpiece was written in your honor. Quite truthfully, no one else had ever done something so intimate for you before, and that certainly didn’t help with your overwhelmed quietude. You’re caught up in your thoughts, wondering exactly what he means by that because you certainly know what it sounds like, and the soft blush across his cheekbones seems to answer your question for itself.

You subconsciously scoot closer to him, knee softly knocking against his, and your hand reaches out to rest upon his forearm almost on its own accord. His arm is warm against your palm, shirt atop his skin soft and thin, and his eyes shoot over to yours in pleasant surprise.

“Will you play it for me again?” you ask, toothy smile gleaming up at him, and who is he to deny you? Truthfully, he couldn’t say no to you even if he wanted to.

With a goofy, almost timid smile, and an almost whispering of “’Course I will,” Eddie Munson’s fingers pluck the first few notes of the song that he wrote as he was falling in love with you.

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dangerouslyallaboutdraco · 3 years

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Hello!! May I please have a Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader where they are making out and get caught by her overprotective older brother? And so they try to explain themselves and stuff bit her brother ends up taking the reader with him and just her brother being worried about her absanana

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A/n: Of course !! I adore getting these requests. I chose the reader to be the sister of Cedric, just because the prompt sounded a lot like how I imagine him but feel free to request another character. This is set during 4th year and is an AU where Cedric doesn't die. Also slightly sexual towards the end

Being Cedric Diggory's younger sister was difficult, the popular Hufflepuff always had a crowd hanging around him but he and Y/n weren't completely alike.

When the Triwizard tournament was announced Y/n had begged him not to put himself in danger. But Cedric wanted to win that cup, and he was stubborn. Of course, she was beyond proud of him when his name flew out of the cup but she couldn't stop the bad feeling in her stomach.

"Cedric, you know you don't have to do this," Y/n begged him once she'd pulled him out of dinner one night. The sibling pair didn't talk to each other much during the school day, due to their differing social circles, but they were close.

She stood next to him in an alcove near to the big doors where the rest of the school was sitting.

"Y/n, if I win this mum and dad are going to be so pleased." He had the proudest look she had ever seen him with. Such a wide smile.

Growing up he was always the more carefree one, willing to get on a broom before their parents allowed them, climbing any tree around their house and getting into any number of bad situations for his friends. He was a risk-taker, Y/n knew that. But he was the most honest person she knew and if he said he would be okay, then it would be okay.

"Just be safe, okay? I'll see you out there tomorrow." She made him promise as she gave him a hug.

Cedric nodded and pulled away. "I promise, don't worry about me. Get some sleep." He told her, still fulfilling his protective older brother duties.

Y/n didn't notice Cho Chang until she stood next to Cedric, threading her fingers in his in a way Y/n hadn't seen before. She had heard the rumours that her brother was going out with Cho but wanted to wait until he confessed.

"Sorry to interrupt." Cho started, smiling awkwardly at Y/n who quickly cut in.

"No, don't worry. You can take him." Y/n told her with her own soft smile to let Cho know she didn't mind.

She looked relieved at that, clearly not wanting to piss off her apparent boyfriend's sister this close into their relationship. "It's nice to officially meet you, Ced talks about you a lot," Cho replied as she held out her hand for Y/n to shake.

Y/n had only ever heard their mother call Cedric 'Ced' and that was when they were really young and he was feeling sick but she thought the nickname proved their relationship was close.

"Yeah, you too." They did know each other, only by mutual classmates and Y/n found it mature she introduced herself.

"Okay, we should go, I'll talk to you later, Y/n," Cedric said, breaking the slight awkward tension he had created and turning the girls' attention back to him. When Y/n looked at him he looked awkward as he bit his lip and shifted his weight around.

Y/n raised her eyebrows at him and made it obvious she was looking at the couples joint hands. "Yeah, we will talk later." Her sarcastic tone made him gulp but made Cho laugh.

They walked off together, joining some of their other mutual friends and leaving Y/n there.

Instead of walking to her own dorm room, she waited until the hallway was quiet from students leaving the hall and snuck into the dorm room of her favourite Slytherin.

Draco was waiting for her, as he had done for the past 2 months since they started dating. Unlike Cedric, she could keep a relationship secret.

"How did it go?" He asked her cautiously, pulling her into a hug in the doorway.

Y/n was surprised by his embrace but welcomed it as she finally let herself, for the first time since Dumbledore readout Cedric's name, relax in his arms. "Badly." She replied, finally pulling away from his warm body.

Draco pulled her over to his bed, sitting on it and patting the spot next to him for her to sit. "Tell me about it, love." He insisted.

She sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "I don't want him to get hurt, he's always been so protective of me and now I feel like I need to be because he's doing something stupid that could get him killed." Draco was the one person she could really speak honestly to which surprised her when they first got close.

"I know you think that but a lot of people volunteered to compete, they wouldn't have if it wasn't safe. Even stupid Potter got accepted despite being too young." He tried to reassure her, as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her tighter. "They wouldn't even have the tournament if it wasn't safe."

Y/n let out a huffing sound, knowing Draco was completely correct. "Thank you. I just need him to be okay."

"I know, he will be. And you never have to thank me for being here." There was that sweet smile that she adored. It wasn't something a lot of people got to see and that made her more grateful.

The couple sat together for a minute, the fall and rise of Draco's chest syncing with hers.

Then she spoke. "Can I stay here?"

"Yeah, of course." He agreed, smiling down at her again. And maybe it was the widest grin she had seen on his face.

It wasn't how either of them pictured their first night together like, but as Y/n drifted off to sleep in his arms she was infinitely more relaxed. And Draco didn't want her to get up and leave as she did every night.

"What colour is your dress?" Draco asked Y/n, one particular evening they spent up at the astronomy tower. Keeping their relationship secret was difficult but they both knew hiding places and the astronomy tower was one of their favourites.

It was quiet at night, a nice peaceful quiet. As the weather got colder naturally the nights were too and being up there meant they were bundled up in coats and blankets to not catch a cold.

Y/n looked over at him, focusing on his dark features instead of the bright stars. "I'm not letting you see it before the big night." She grinned at him.

"No, I want to match my tie." There was a shy smile on his face, something she didn't see much. "So tell me."

She rolled her eyes, still smiling at him. "Silver." She had picked the dress out the day the Yule ball was announced. At first, she thought of going for his favourite, green, but she knew he would love the dress.

He nodded. "Shouldn't be too hard. Will you at least dance with me?"

There was a desperate, insecure look in his eyes. "Yeah, we'll sneak out." Thankfully, he didn't look disappointed.

Tonight was the big night. Y/n found it hard to recognise her classmates dressed in their best clothes. The whole castle was decorated beautifully.

She has been waiting for Draco on the top of the staircase but when he didn't turn up she made the walk down the stairs herself, being careful not to trip with her heels.

That was when she saw him, at the bottom of that stairs. He was dressed in a white and black suit with a shiny silver bowtie and his hair was done slicked back, just how you liked it.

"Merry Christmas, you look beautiful," Draco told her as she met him at the bottom of the stairs, trying to look as inconspicuous to their peers as possible.

She has already received her Christmas gift from Draco, a stunning pear-shaped emerald necklace set in expensive gold. On the back of the gold setting was his initials 'D.L.M'

"Thank you for my gift, it's gorgeous," Y/n said, toying with the pendant in her fingers.

"You're gorgeous." He returned the comment. He was trying and failing, not to make it look like he was staring at her.

"You can get your gift tonight." She smiled, thinking about the gold watch she had waiting in her dorm for him. It was more than ironic they brought each other such similar jewellery, they were soulmates. "And also, you look amazing." Gently she let herself touch the bowtie, straightening it.

Draco grinned down at her, consumed by the smell of her perfume when she was so close to him. He had to fight every urge not to kiss her. "Ready to go in?" He gestured to the ballroom door.

She nodded, grabbing his pinky finger discreetly so she could touch him without anyone else seeing them.

They stood close to each other in the crowd of other students while the competitors walked through with their dates. Cedric briefly locked eyes with his sister, not noticing whose hand she was holding as he paraded his own date through the entrance.

Y/n grinned at both him and Cho, impressed by her dress. Then they split to dance with their own friends, trying to ignore the urges they were both fighting to kiss each other.

"Follow me," Y/n whispered into his ear once the ball had died down. Most of the students were leaving off beds they didn't belong in.

Draco's heart started to race as he watched the silver figure walk out of the room. He waited just long enough to see her disappear before racing out himself, hoping but not really caring if anyone noticed.

Once he reached the corridor he seemed to have lost her, a few other students were mingling around but his face dropped at the thought of her leaving him hanging.

He took a left, walking through the corridor before he found a wooden door he wasn't sure he'd seen before. Twisting the doorknob open he revealed Y/n who was standing in a small room he hadn't seen before.

"Missed you tonight." She grinned, pulling him over to her. They could still hear the slow songs playing from the ballroom and with her hands wrapped around his neck and his around her waist they began to sway.

"Missed you too." He whispered in her ear, as they danced. It was peaceful and far more quiet than the ballroom was.

When she finally looked up at him, he was staring right back down at her. His pupils were enlarged, and not just from the dark. She knew he needed something.

They were so close she could taste the punch on his breath and a hint of the cologne he put on at the start of the night. She lent up an inch and he met her lips. Unlike their usual soft kisses, this one was filled with more need.

He didn't let up either, gently slipping his tongue into her mouth. She moved her hands through his hair, tugging slightly at the blonde ends and making him groan with an open mouth. He moved his hands up from her waist, gently tracing up and down the sides of her boobs.

"Can see right down your dress, making me crazy," Draco mumbled once he pulled away to breathe, leaving both their lips wet. He slurred his words whenever he was feeling needy for her.

She grinned at him, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him back in. He groaned again and pulled her body closer to him. They were so close as their lips and tounges continued to intertwine that she could feel his body pressed up against hers, pinning her to the wall.

Suddenly through closed eyes, they could feel the room getting lighter. Draco pulled away from her quickly, spinning around to the door.

There stood Cedric. With a frown on his face.

"Y/n Diggory, what is going on?" Cedric asked sternly. She had seen her brother made over Quidich games, or when their parents told him off but he was fuming. His eyes were angry as he glared between the pair.

She didn't want to talk to him. She just wanted to be with her secret boyfriend that nobody knew about until now. "Nothing." She mumbled her faced flushing red due to her annoyance with her brother disciplining her.

When she met Cedric's eyes he wasn't looking at her, he was looking at Draco. "We're together. We have been for a while." He quickly answered. Y/n wasn't expecting that, now looking at her brother he almost looked as shocked as angry.

"No, no way," Cedric said strictly. "There is no way this is happening." He put his hands over his eyes like it would stop the recurring image of his younger sister making out with her boyfriend.

"Stop being so dramatic." Y/n shot back at him, finally feeling less embarrassed and angrier herself. "You have no say over what I do."

"Can we go somewhere else and talk about this?" Cedric asked more calmly, refusing to look at Draco anymore.

"Why?!" Y/n spat back at him. Although they were both quick to tempers they didn't often fight. This was an anomaly for their relationship but due to their joint stubborn tempers, neither of them could stop it now.

He glared at Draco and then back at Y/n. "Because I need to talk to you!" He told her, grabbing her arm so he could pull her away from Draco.

Draco let her go, still in shock himself and Y/n let Cedric pull her away. "I'll be back." She told her boyfriend.

Cedric pulled Y/n back into the corridor, taking her to a secluded alcove. "What is wrong with you?" She quickly argued with him.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?!" He mocked her, still fuming.

She rolled her eyes and huffed. "Right, I'm going back to my boyfriend." She said, tugging her arm out of his grasp.

"No, wait." His tone turned desperate as he pleaded. "Y/n, come on." There was a softness in his voice she hadn't heard today. "I'm sorry for yelling. I'm just shocked." His face was softer now as well now.

"I just hate it when you talk to me like I'm a child." Clearly one of the siblings was more stubborn.

"I know." He was being much more reasonable. "You're really with Draco Malfoy or was that a lie?"He finally found the courage to ask.

Y/n looked at him with disgust. "What? He wouldn't like someone like me?" She defended quickly.

"No, I'm not saying that. There's a lot of things that people say about him." That made her even madder.

"Draco is not what people say he is." She quickly defended, it was true. There were a lot of lies people said about him.

Now it was Cedric's turn to huff. "Really? Have you not heard stories about him hooking up with girls? All the girls he danced with tonight?"

"Shut up." Y/n pushed his chest. "He's not like that. We've been dating for 3 months." Cedric didn't say anything else, he just stood there like he was judging her. "And also I treated Cho very nicely so I would appreciate it if you did that same thing to my boyfriend." She finished not wanting to listen to him anymore. She stomped off back to Draco who now stood with his hands in his pockets near the Diggory siblings but far enough he couldn't hear.

Once she reached him she felt calm as her features relaxed. "Hi, sorry." She smiled, reaching out to hold his hands.

With their hands together at the bottom of the staircase, she leant in and kissed him on the lips, not worried about who was seeing. "Getting bold, Diggory." Draco smiled at her once she pulled away.

"If my possessive, seriously annoying older brother can't do anything about it, why not flaunt it, Malfoy?" Y/n questioned with a wide grin on her face.

She noticed his eyes shift off her and to someone standing behind her. He took his hands off her and stuck one out. "It's nice to officially meet you." Y/n then noticed her older brother standing next to her.

"You too," Cedric replied, shaking his hand. Y/n could tell he wasn't completely genuine but let Draco assume he was.

Maybe, it would be alright.

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personasintro · 4 years

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blue side | jhs drabble

⏤𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴; you see your ex at your friend's wedding, awakening some feelings at the simple sight of him

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨; hoseok x reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: fluff, little bit of angst, exes to lovers au

⏤𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 4.3k

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: strong language, mentions of sex

𝘢/𝘯: requested, I came to the conclusion that I can't write short drabbles they always get longer than I want them to be

It’s unfair how effortlessly beautiful and charismatic he looks.

Two years is a long time since you’ve personally seen him, even though you got a brief glimpse into his life through stalking his social media. In your defense, it’s only occasional whenever you feel weak and curious about his life. Fair to say, it’s not something you’re proud of.

Fortunately, your ex-boyfriend keeps his Instagram account public, which makes it easier for you to look through his profile every now and then. He keeps most of his life private, even though his account is public, but he still shares a fair amount of pictures which describes his personality. Most of them are pictures of food, him in the distance where you can barely make out his face and a few snaps of the sky. Personally, the picture of his hand holding a cup of coffee with his name written on it, is your favorite. The silver watch and veins disappearing underneath, what seems like an elegant shirt, has something to do with it.

From what you remember, he doesn’t post often, sometimes goes even three months without posting anything. It sounds creepy, but you’re sure most exes do shit like this.

And you haven’t stalked his Instagram, or any social media, ever since you found out he’s going to your friend’s wedding. It’s understandable. It’s your mutual friend who invited you both, little did you know Hoseok would bring his ass from Japan back to South Korea. You’re just being bitter, of course he’d come to Namjoon’s wedding. But considering Japan and the work offer that broke your relationship was so important to him, the thought of him actually coming here never crossed your mind.

It kind of hurts that he came to Namjoon’s wedding, left his precious Japan, but couldn’t do the same thing for your relationship. No matter how many times you’ve told yourself not to think about it, you just couldn’t but feel anger boiling inside of you. Or maybe it’s the sight of him, noticing how freaking good he looks in suits. His hair seems to be darker than the light brown he was sporting when he broke your heart. He’s glowing, his eyes crinkling exactly the way you remember, showing a full set of teeth as he quickly covers his mouth before his loud voice erupts in the ballroom. His face seems to be chubbier, not in a bad way though. He looks healthy, another thing that irritates you, even though your brain screams at you.

It’s been two years.

Of course he moved on and lives his life.

What have you expected? Him looking miserable?

Yet, you don’t feel any hatred towards him. Yes, he’s someone who’s painful to watch, especially when it brings all the months of trying to put yourself together right back. However, you haven’t been living badly. It’s not like your whole world revolved around him, even though he was the only man you truly ever loved. Deep down, you know he’s not a bad person. It’s just the pain of knowing he chose a carrier life instead of you. That’s what hurts to this day.

And when somehow, your group of friends pushes you to the circle of his, there’s no escape other than to be met with him face to face. During the actual ceremony, you sat far away to even notice him, even though you tried extremely hard to stare at the bride and groom. But now, when your eyes glance at his own, you find him already staring at you. A very cautious greeting leaves his mouth first, as the true gentlemen he always presented himself as, and a very dry greeting comes out of you before you can even try to fake a certain kind of politeness.

Before the atmosphere could become any more awkward, one of your friends starts to chat, gaining everyone else’s attention. They all catch up, as you silently pray for them not to ask you a question about your life. The last thing you want to do is to share it with Hoseok. It’s not like you’re ashamed of your life, or care too much about what he thinks and if he knows about it, but it feels uncomfortable.

Silently sipping on the pink champagne is a better idea, while you politely listen to anyone that’s talking, giggling when it’s needed but your mind drifts elsewhere. With each sound Hoseok’s mouth makes, is like a wave of nostalgia and nausea hitting you at the same time. He affects you and your heart, despite of those two years of not having him in your life, like it never happened.

“How’s work, Hoseok-ah? I’ve heard you got promoted. Congrats man!” Taehyung, one of Hoseok’s friends, speaks up sipping from his own champagne as he gently slaps his shoulder in a praise.

Hoseok’s lips stretch into a wide smile, looking down into his almost full glass, something you recognize as a hidden shyness. He has always felt shy as soon as someone complimented him for his hard work. Despite of his reaction, he has felt a huge appreciation to whoever gave him a few words of praise or encouragement. He’s just too hard on himself, well, he used to be. It’s not like you know him. A lot can change in two years. Even peoole can.

“Thanks,” he scrunches his nose, before he grins at Taehyung. “I got promoted just last week.”

He gets a round of happy gasps, another set of praise words which you just ignore by gulping all of your champagne. Maybe you should be less obvious, but you don’t really care. You can’t look at him, not when the topic of discussion reminds you of everything the two of you experienced together. You’re not a bitch. You don’t wish him to be sad and fail all of his dreams and achievements he has set for himself. But you’re also a living person, a human who’s not perfect with real emotions, and you do feel a sour emotion in your chest when you hear them talking.

For all you know, he might be over the moon that he got rid of you. In a way, you were just an obstacle that stood right between his dreams. You just thought three years of dating would’ve been more valuable to him. Maybe that’s what hurts the most.

“Wow,” you speak up, not even regretting it as you feel all the eyes on you, including his. “Congrats, Japan must be treating you right.”

It’s the damn champagne, the third glass you had and should’ve declined when that goddamn waiter offered it, that’s making you so blunt and outspoken. By the way Hoseok eyes you, he probably knows that by now. He’s watching you, and this time you don’t budge your eyes from his, stubbornly staring right back at him.

“What city was it?” The city you left me for. “Noho?” you ask with a fake interest, tilting your head to express it even more.

If not all of them, most of your and his friends, aren’t stupid and caught onto your tone and jabbing at your ex-boyfriend. The fact it’s in front of them all causes Hoseok’s smile to freeze as he clenches his jaw, still staring at you.

“Naha,” he drawls out, “It’s Naha.” he corrects you, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Same thing,” you mutter, waving him off in disinterest but you still catch onto the way Taehyung’s eyes widen.

You notice him whispering something to the man next to him, before all of them just excuse themselves and walk away from the two of you. Your own friends betrayed you like that, not even glancing at you as you stare in disbelief at their backs.

“Why would they leave?” you mutter, trying to hide your shock and panic that rises inside of you.

What you don’t expect is, to Hoseok actually hear you and have the actual interest to answer.

“I think we all know why.”

Your head snaps his direction, eyebrows furrowed as he stares with the same intensity back. It brings you back to all your little arguments during the period when the two of you were dating — both of you are stubborn. The arguments were never too drastic or serious, you and Hoseok were just too stubborn to apologize or talk about it first.

Hoseok was acting like nothing happened, but he’d always snap back if you managed to get out a sarcastic remark. It would go back and forth, until he’d come to you just to cuddle you and whisper a soft apology in your ears. You did the same thing, making sure he knows you hate when the two of you fight about pointless stuff. Your relationship was far more important than Hoseok forgetting to buy groceries or not picking up his dirty clothes off the floor.

He’d kiss you all over your face, covering every inch of your skin with his soft lips to prove his apology, until he’d make love to you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear for the whole time. You knew how serious and sorry he is about the whole situation, especially when he buckled his length into you with gentle and swift movements, making sure you feel every inch of him as he slowly rubs your walls. Even thinking about it makes your cheeks flush, it’s like you can’t still feel his pillow like lips on your own, yet it seems distant and foreign.

Looking back at him, his tense expression relaxes as if he just changed his mind to say something else, and asks a simple question instead. So simple, that it leaves you breathless.

“How have you been?”

You want to be angry at him so bad, but when you’re met with those brown eyes that look nothing but friendly and warm, you can’t bring yourself to be mad or annoyed. Still, you hold your head high with a sour tone behind your words.

“Great,” you inform him, too intensely for your opinion, but it doesn’t matter. “I’ve been great.”

Maybe the huge effort of trying him to believe you is what makes your stomach clench in a discomfort, or maybe it’s the way he looks at you. Like he sees right through your little white lie, but then you’re remembered. This is Hoseok, Jung Hoseok, who knows you like the back of his hand. Or used to know you. You haven’t changed much, you’re still the same person, just with a broken heart.

“That’s good,” he drawls out, and you mentally curse at yourself for trying to sound too happy. He clearly doesn’t believe you. “Are you still with that guy?”

And just like that, Hoseok leaves you breathless and knocking all the air out of your lungs again.

It took you some time to dive into the dating life again. It’s not something you were looking for, it’d be stupid while another guy was constantly on your mind. It’d be unfair to your potential future boyfriend, or just a guy you went on a casual date with. So you waited, it took you a year before you were introduced to a guy by one of your closest friends.

Tim is her colleague, a very charming and polite man, that you were dating for four months. Four months full of amazing dates until you broke it off. As much as those dates where adventurous and amazing, enough for your mind to shut Hoseok out off it, it felt like your relationship wasn’t going anywhere. Yes, maybe four months were a short period of time to do such a drastic decision, but you just weren’t feeling it. It was better to break it off with him before he caught serious feelings, not that you don’t think he wasn’t serious about you. He was, he just deserves a better woman who’s going to love him much more than you ever did.

But you kept your relationship private on social media, not that you were trying to hide him. Not at all. You didn’t post any pictures with him on your Instagram account, it wasn’t nothing intentional. You just never took that many of them.

And still, Hoseok knows about Tim, or at least that you were dating someone. And he calls him ‘that guy’.

“How do you even know that?” you ask, brows furrowed in confusion as you stare at him.

He’s the least person to talk about something. The beautiful brunette on one of his photos is the exact proof of it.

“Just because I lived in Japan, it doesn’t mean I’m completely clueless. We’ve got a mutual friends, Y/N.”

By the usage of your name, your breath hitches in your throat as you stare at him with doe eyes before an annoyed expression crosses your features.

“Mutual friends,” you scoff, “You mean Namjoon.”

It’s evident Namjoon is the one who spilled beans about your only relationship after you and Hoseok broke up. And for a moment, Hoseok’s eyes widen by the realization that you figured it out, even though it wasn’t anything hard to realize.

“We’ve got more mutual friends.” he reminds you dryly, trying to save the situation but you only chuckle in response.

“Namjoon is the only one who keeps talking with the both of us on a daily basis,” you remind him back, causing him to just sigh in defeat knowing there’s no point denying it. “And no. I’m not with that guy. And his name is Tim.”

He visibly widens his eyes at that, before he nods. “Good,” His eyes widens one more time, coughing before he speaks again. “I mean--not good, I thought--“

You raise your brow, trying not to snort at his blubbering and nervous state. You don’t ask him about his love life, the possible answer might not be what you were looking for.

“I get it, you don’t have to, y’know, be a stuttering mess.” you point out, the tip of his ears reddening as he nods awkwardly in response.

There’s a silence for a moment, your hands sprawled against the silk silver material of your dress on your thighs. You look away from him, not having the heart to look at him for any longer, and as you open your mouth to excuse yourself, he opens his own.

“Can we talk?”

You hide the shock, shoulders tensing as you look up at him. “We’re talking.” you tell him slowly, noticing the different glint in his eyes.

Oh, shit. He wants to talk. Not just a casual awkward talk between exes.

“You know what I mean,” he says, the slightest cringe making its appearance on his face, almost as if he's hurting. “I miss you.” he confesses, completely surprising you as he looks alarmed.

“You what?” you ask slowly, not believing you just heard him saying that he misses you.

“I miss you.”

He doesn’t miss a chance to say it again, this time with more confidence and if there was one of the waiters passing by, he’d ask for the whole bottle of wine to chug it down. He’s been embracing himself to talk to you ever since he decided to go to Namjoon’s wedding, knowing you’re invited and going.

“Why are you telling me this?” you breathe out, unsure of what to say.

But your heart says it all when it beats faster, appreciating how those three words sounded from his mouth with that silky and raspy voice. Is he drunk? Why is he telling you such a thing after two years of not communicating with you? On the other hand, he looks completely sober and serious as you see the determination behind his eyes that used to shine with gentleness and joy.

“Because it’s true.” he murmurs, his eyes solely set upon you.

“No, I mean-- why are you telling me this after two years?”

“Because I’m an idiot and it took me two years to realize that my life isn’t what I wanted it to be, if you’re not in it.”

You finally understand the term when someone says ‘it hit me like a bucket of cold water’ — that’s how you feel right now.

“What are you saying? You just can’t come here after such a long time and tell me all those stuff! What do you expect me to do? Welcome you with open arms?”

If he’s embarrassed by the sudden raise of your voice that would catch other’s attention sooner or later, he doesn’t show it and looks at you like a kicked puppy on the street instead. He expected your reaction be like this, he knows you and it doesn’t matter how much time has passed. You haven’t changed and if he could, he’d be the one embracing you with open arms even through your sudden outburst.

“No, I wasn’t expecting any of that,” he tells you, outstretching his hands in peace, or to calm you down, you’re not sure which one it is. “I came here because of you.”

At that, you snort and scoff right after as you stare at him with a raised brow. “Oh please, this is Namjoon’s wedding. Of course, you’d come if the time and your job would allow you to.”

“I wasn’t about to come. Yes, Namjoon invited me and I told him that I won’t probably make it. I don’t know what came over me but I asked him if you’re coming,”

“You asked him if I was coming?” you chuckle, Hoseok’s face cringing by the bitterness behind your tone.

“I was asking him about you all the time.” he admits quietly, eyes scanning your face as you let his words to sink in.

You know Hoseok barely lies, his ears get all red and you can see the frustration on his face right away if he does. But there’s none of it, straight honesty thick in his voice and determination mixed with sadness on his handsome glowy face.

“Why?”

It’s a simple question, yet you see how his Adam’s apple bobs as he gulps before he opens his mouth.

“Because I couldn’t stand the fact that I don’t get to see you or hear your voice. I messed up. I fucked up so bad by leaving to Japan, by leaving you. I thought I was doing the best thing for me but I was wrong. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and I can’t believe I was fucking stupid enough to let you go.”

All the emotions that were buried inside of you makes your hands tremble as you try to clutch them in your hold. The tears are brimming in your eyes but you blink them away, staring at Hoseok who looks just as painful.

“Stop, you can’t say things like--“

“Why can’t I? I know this may not be a good time or place, but I had to get it off my chest. Seeing you right now--I just couldn’t wait.” he cuts you off, but still offers a weak smile in apology when he sees your deep frown.

You’ve always hated whenever he interrupted you, it makes your heart jump over the fact he remembers.

“What do you want me to do? You’ve hurt me, Hobi.” you murmur, happy your voice didn’t crack.

He stutters over his words, eyes widening before he looks down in a shame. “I’m sorry.”

You can’t blame him for choosing his career life, you’ve always known how important it is for him to prove himself to his parents. And you’ve always wanted what’s best for him. Although, it doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt when he told you he’s got a new job opportunity in Japan. He expected you to move there with him, but you couldn’t. And when you’ve told him that, he ended things with you. It was mutual, and the most hurtful thing you’ve ever experienced.

The memories of you crying yourself to sleep, pillow damped with your tears are so fresh, that it almost hurts just thinking about it.

“I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. If you want me to leave, I will. If you don’t want to see me ever again, you won’t have to.”

Something about how he talks about you not having to see him ever again makes your heart crack. “I don’t hate you, Hobi.” you tell him quietly, watching a hope crossing over his features.

“You don’t?”

“Of course not,” you try to muster a smile, “I could never hate you, no matter how hurt I was. I’m just not sure what I’m supposed to do. This is so all of a sudden. Aren’t you living in Japan?”

“Not anymore,” he answers, smiling when he sees your confusion. “I’ve quit.” he shrugs, causing your eyes to almost buldge out.

“Quit? But you just told Taehyung that you got promoted.”

“I did, but I declined the offer. I just didn’t know what to say, I didn’t think he’d bring it right in front of you,” he explains, causing you to chuckle when he scratches the back of his head in a mere embarrassment. “I’m moving back to Korea and I’ve got a few job offers already.”

You nod, confused how joyful your heart feels at the new information.

“What’s your plan then?” you cough.

“To win my girl back,” He doesn’t waste a minute, answering your question right away while you almost choke yourself on your spit. “I mean... if you let me to.”

“I-I don’t know what to say,” you stutter, shaking tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You caught me off guard.”

“You don’t have to say anything. I understand we can’t go back to what we used to have, nor I expect that from you. I just want you to know that I’m sorry.” he smiles sadly at you, tucking his hands into the pockets of his slacks.

“I’m not angry at you,” you tell him, causing him to smile and nod. “I’ve missed you too.” you admit, noticing how big his eyes look.

“You have?”

With a slow nod, you’re shocked when your body is enveloped in a strong arms, your face pressed into his suit as the scent of his fragrance hits your nose. You recognize it immediately, it’s the one you complimented him so many times, causing him to use it all the time. His arms are strong, yet gentle around your frame as you smile into his chest when you feel a soft peck into your hair. He apologizes under his breath, whether it was for the innocent kiss into your hair or just in general, you just shake your head and hug him back. It feels nice to feel him again, not be in his arms.

And even though, you’ve no intention of going back to dating him right away, you know what your heart pleads for. It’s him. It’s always been him, and being so close to him right now just proves it. It proves that even after those two years, you still love him.

He softly pulls away, hand itching to caress your cheek but he stops himself in midway which makes you blush.

“Are you free tomorrow?” he asks, tone cautious and insecure about your possible answer.

It makes you smile, wanting to squeeze his cheeks and kiss those pouty lips. When he sighs, ready to apologize and tell you to forget about it, it feels like you know exactly what’s on his mind. So you interrupt him before he can utter a single word.

“Yeah, I am.” you answer, grinning at him which causes him to open his mouth in shock.

“Y-you are? Yeah, okay. Is coffee okay?”

He clearly thought your answer would be the opposite, and it makes you giggle at his distressed face.

One thing he probably doesn’t know, is that no matter what he’d propose would be the perfect idea for you.

“Coffee’s perfect.” you answer, causing him to visibly sigh in relief as he touches his chest, exactly where his heart is.

Giggling, you lick your lips as he smiles down at you with adoring lips.

“Can I have the dance?” he stretches out his arm for you, causing you to groan which he laughs at.

He knows you hate dancing, especially when he’s so good at it. It makes you look like a total fool. But still, you don’t miss the opportunity to be close to him again, as soft classic music fills the whole room. You place your hand into his and nod in response, causing him to hesitate before he kisses the back of it, your heart screaming at you as you smile at him.

He leads you to the dance floor, one hand placed in yours while the other one holds your waist in a soft and gentleman manner. As you both start to dance, letting your bodies move into a slow and sensual music, both of you don’t look away. You stare at each other, with Hoseok licking his lips and you biting your bottom lip, wanting nothing more than to taste them. But as the gentlemen that Hoseok is, he doesn’t make a move even when you press yourself closer to him.

And when he chuckles at your attempt to get closer to him, he holds you even tighter as he stares lovingly down at you.

It takes you a few minute of dancing, before both of your mouths are pressed together, kissing like there’s no tomorrow.

In the distance you hear all of your and Hoseok’s friends cheering for the two of you, both of you are too busy making up for those two years. However, you still have a long way to go, and you’re getting that coffee tomorrow.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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oneboxofmatches · 3 years

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Hi!!! May I request a HP romantic and friendship matchup on both eras? (Preferably male), thanks in advance! 💞

𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦 + 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘

19, Libra, Neutral Good, enneagram is 4w5, Ravenclaw, and my patronus spirit is swan. Bi Pan Genderfluid girl using pronouns of She/Her or He/Him. A friend of mine told me that I (kinda) look like Marinette from 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰��𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆𝗯𝘂𝗴, Musa from 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘅 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯, and Alexandra Trese from 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲 (a Netflix animated series), but the exception is I'm short (5'1.2") plus sized Southeast Asian woman with Spanish descent that has messy/wavy brunette medium hair, chocolate brown eyes, oriental skin and a small beauty mark on the forehead. My sense of fashion is in between emo and boyish plus korean glam.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

Distant and shy at first cause' I dunno how to initiate a conversation, but a total opposite if I open up---friendly, ambivert, witty, laughing loudly on a daily basis, talkative, awkward, daydreamer (I got embarrassed from knocking at the door even I'm inside the classroom 😂), EXTREMELY clumsy, secretly likes affection, easily overwhelmed, prone to melt over any wholesomeness, flusters on compliments, lightly blushes on cheesy banters, sarcastic person with a lowkey crackhead energy citing meme references, and talented girl who can be your no. 1 supporter and unashamed to be true to myself. In terms of leadership, I only educate and guide than being a prefect (I might take the role seriously), and will lift my group when there's lacking/incompleteness. About doing projects in school, I become too extra and prepared for efforts, but I'll forget the process in the end.

People thought I'm a demure self-effacing woman that looks "idealistic" or "one of a kind," (due to my protective parents, a reason why I've never been in a relationship) but the truth is, I'm eloquent, warm-hearted, willig to help, kind, intelligent, supportive, nice, creative, enthusiastic, determined, tough, competitive, and feisty outside, but a real softie that can be childish and dramatic crybaby filled with doubts, frustrations, and insecurities with fear of failure that pushes off the limits to to please everyone, yet I still managed to be stronger than ever, even it's a slow burn process. I can be intimidating, sassy, and a douchebag if I receive ends. Immature, headstrong, perfectionist, demanding, hesitant, jumpy, very indecisive, overthinker, quick-tempered, sensitive, and anxious (no joke, my nervousness makes me think worse scenario will arrive or I might break a belonging due to my carelessness). Though can be procrastinator and arrogant, I raised as a religious 𝖺𝗇𝖽 diplomatic person, willing to fight what I believe (including my dreams) 𝖺𝗇𝖽 what is right. In addition, I have a habit of staying up late and doing sign of the cross to ease nervousness.

Blunt but the loudest idiotic feeling-brokenhearted and bitter friend in the group who fangirl a lot, swears like sailor, will act like a silent backstabber on people that we loathe, will crack up over your stupid antics before helping, and bring gossips, but a hopeless romantic who tends to banter with sarcasms or pick up lines as an endearment (but gets grumpy if I received sappy or offensive one), still generous and concerned in a subtle way.

𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦

My hobbies are singing, drawing, roleplaying, listening to music, chatting/browsing on social media, conceptualizing, writing, and reading some stuffs. 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 making corniest jokes/puns, 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀, and dancing when nobody's around or walking like a model if I feel so bold (even I'm terrible at both xD).

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Loves kittens, eating a lot, cartoons, watching YouTube videos (mostly pageants, ASMR, edit audios, and mukbangs), also enjoys playing games on my sister's PSP. Sucker for arts, choir, night sky, makeup, fun/deep/dumb conversations, Christianity, documentaries (about saints, real crime stories, and inspirational people), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and writings, chilling both indoors and outdoors. Beside that, my music taste are like late 90s-2000s songs (mostly rock, pop, and country) sometimes kpop and ppop, chocoholic, and a sweetooth as well.

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Things that I hate are stereotyping, HUGE creepy crawlies (spiders, toads, snakes, and cockroaches), firecracker sounds, being left out, loneliness, heart break, blackout, and judgemental people. One random fact about me is, I 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 vent out EVERYTHING I despise in my entire existence---from bad soap operas to toxicity and worse scenarios in real life, because it's a big deal for me, and I consider forcing me to do what I'm not into and manipulating me as my major pet peeves.

𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦

In terms of triggers...I only have two which are ta𝖨king about divorce/annullment/separation because I came from a generational broken family and religion/beliefs discrimination, cause' there are reasonings that doesn't makes sense because some are too hypocritical.

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My best assets are smile, eyes, personality, singing voice, artistic skills, writings, intelligence, and oratorical skills...so I can consider myself as a singer, artist, orator, and a top student who's a former active campus ministry member with three roles (choir leader, psalm singer, and reader). Currently an incoming college freshman, learning how to cook and have so many interests, to the point I don't know what I'm into because of my dreams to become a popular Filipino YouTuber, a novelist, and being part of a successful chorale competing internationally...I also consider joining pageants at school too once the pandemic ends, but maybe.

Thank you so, so much for requesting! I had a lot of fun with this one (as you can tell by some of the really long answers lol) and I hope you enjoy!!

In the Golden Trio era, I romantically pair you with…

CEDRIC DIGGORY

One of the most beautiful things about Cedric is that although he may show some introverted tendencies, he still manages to have a natural gift for connecting to others and allowing them to feel comfortable enough to open up. Really, your initial distance and shyness don't last nearly as long towards Cedric as they would with most other people.

Hearing your laughter brings the widest, cheesiest grin to Cedric’s face. Not only does he adore seeing you happy, but he also recognizes that your anxiety, insecurities, and strong emotions can sometimes cloud up your demeanor. Therefore, it brings him comfort knowing that (for the moment) you’re finding joy. He thrives when you thrive!

However, as much as he loves seeing your more energetic and happier self, it goes without saying that he’s the best comfort for when you’re not having the best day.

Cedric is an excellent listener, so he’ll most likely let you talk without interruption for as long as you need before even saying a word. He wants to make sure he truly understands your current state before acting. He may take a few seconds to process everything after you finish speaking, but then he’ll help you tackle whatever problems you’re facing. He’s especially talented at giving words of affirmation.

Cedric’s listening also comes in handy whenever you talk about your interests! He genuinely loves hearing about the things you’re interested in solely for the fact that you’re interested in them. Side note: you can count on him to be at any music performances, pageants, etc. you may have -- this guy is truly your #1 supporter.

Cedric’s a very good student (though I suspect he’s somewhat of a procrastinator himself), so I can also see you two supporting each other through schoolwork and celebrating each other’s successes.

Like you, Cedric has a strong urge to do the right thing. Talking to him about social issues stirs up a need to help, and I could see you two doing volunteer work together in your spare time.

I like to believe one of Cedric’s biggest love languages is quality time. Don’t get me wrong, this guy loves staying involved and busy. But taking a couple hours to be with you in small ways (even if that means just being in the same room while you scroll through social media) gives him a nice balance.

Overall, this kind boy will be there unwaveringly through the bad times and will laugh just as loud as you through the good!

As a friend, I think you’d best be matched with…

LUNA LOVEGOOD

You wanna talk about the best conversations, relentless support, and overall the most wholesome friendship you could ask for? Luna’s your girl.

Being unashamed to be true to yourself is one of the biggest reasons why Luna is so drawn to you. While she’s very friendly and insightful towards everyone she meets, it can get a bit repetitive for her to constantly interact with people who try to shelter their unique characteristics from the world. In her mind, these unique characteristics are what make people so fascinating! Why should anyone hide who they are?

Luna’s creativity is endless, and I can see it blending well with yours. Collaborating on a personal project outside of school (ex: novel, blog, etc.) together is definitely something I could see you two doing.

Speaking of creativity, finding creative solutions to everyday problems (both in school and in life) is your specialty as friends.

Admittedly, Luna isn’t usually drawn to louder individuals. However, the complexity behind your personality makes it easier for her to know you are much more than what meets the eye.

Speaking of, Luna has a difficult time standing up for herself -- whether it’s because she doesn’t feel a need to or she just doesn’t recognize the meaning behind certain phrases. She NEEDS a friend like you to stand up for her sometimes, and I know you wouldn’t hesitate!

Ranting to Luna is therapeutic to say the least. While her aloofness at times may make it seem as if she isn’t fully paying attention, that couldn’t be further from the truth. She’s actually catching every word, and once you’re done she’ll leave you with a philosophical solution that may seem borderline insane/irrelevant when you first hear it, but it strangely makes sense.

Overall, the lack of judgment from either of you is what draws you together. As a result, you build a unique bond that couldn’t be broken even if either of you wanted it to.

In the Marauders era, I romantically pair you with…

REMUS LUPIN

Let’s be honest, it would take you two so long to ask each other out. You were probably already really close friends, but the insecurities and “what if?” questions from both of you delayed an actual relationship.

When you finally started dating, you were both so relieved. You still share a laugh at how almost nothing changed in the way you interacted with each other.

While with mutual friends, Remus sometimes likes to sit back and just watch you, especially when you get really talkative because this is when you become the most expressive. He has the softest smile when you’re actively cracking jokes, discussing something you’re passionate about, or even calling someone out. Sometimes you may be too distracted to notice, but other times you’ll catch him.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.” (While that same soft smile never leaves his face.)

You both hold really high standards for yourself in terms of school, so expect late-night study/work sessions to be your best bet for quality time.

Though the occasional instance of walking through/lying on the grounds becomes a favorite for both of you.

Remus listens when you’re particularly struggling through anxiety or strong emotions, but he has to consciously stop himself from interrupting because he can’t stand how he feels knowing you’re going through a tough time.

All he wants to do is soothe you during these moments. If you’re comfortable, he’ll hold you while speaking to you in a soft voice. Remus, the intellectual that he is, is also your best chance at finding a reasonable solution. So if you're not in the mood for calming words, he's also a great person to turn to for answers.

As for your ambitions, no matter what you choose to pursue, you already know Remus is going to be your biggest source of support every step of the way. He’s more than happy to help in any way he can!

Overall, Remus appreciates you, and he’s always going to make sure you know it.

As a friend, I think you’d best be matched with…

LILY EVANS

Lily especially connects to you because you manage to be determined, competitive, and intelligent without sacrificing your kindness, which is something she can relate to.

You and Lily are the C.E.O.s of doing the right thing. Neither of you hesitates to back the other up when it comes to confronting someone because you know it’s justified.

As perceptive as Lily is, you never need to tell her when something is bothering you. All it takes is a quick glance before she puts whatever she’s doing on hold to check in with you.

The reverse works as well. Typically, Lily really doesn’t internally struggle too much, and when she does she tries to hide it. You’re one of the only people who can see right through whatever she tries to pull.

The constant banter between you two is unmatched, but you both know it's because you really care about each other.

Overall, you and Lily have each other’s backs through anything, even when the other isn’t actively asking for help.

#matchups #fandom matchups #harry potter matchup #harry potter #cedric diggory #luna lovegood #remus lupin #lily evans #lily potter

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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i would like to read fic

with dr strange actually having a personality beyond being a condescending asshole for no reason, and doing the small bits of trolling that he obviously does,

with tony being more than the butt of most jokes / also having a playful attitude instead of being portrayed as an egoistic creep / showcasing his sensitive side that gets expressed through, oftentimes, badly themed jokes or weird gifts/ideas,

with bruce holding a conversation more than 0.3 seconds long because he's shy but not socially awkward: bruce banner has multiple phds, the man is driven as hell even if he does prefer to avoid conflict,

with natasha showing her russian side - which might be hard to portray for non-slavs in a non-stereotypical manner BUT as we all know, Google exists and research can be fun, russians are more than vodka and suka blyat,

with steve slipping into his unintelligible brooklyn accent whenever he gets mad - and he gets mad often, because he is hot-headed and passionate when it comes to things he loves,

with bucky reclaiming his happier side, the one that drove steve insane when they were younger, the one that had him surrounded by ladies since, like, forever,

with wanda and pietro trying to act their own age when in most fics they're portrayed to be early twenties, embracing their slav-romani-jewish-etc cultural heritage because they would cherish it together with the memories of a life long lost,

with sam showing off his own culture, mardi gras - hell, im white as they come and i first learned about that cultural thing from a tasertricks fanfic back in 2017 - because sam can and should feel proud of it too, he should talk and be heard,

with thor having many mishaps but the practiced ease of a whole ass PRINCE to deal with them, he is not stupid, he may be a lil confused but he got the spirit,

with loki having a personality beyond brooding shakespearian emo boy; he is a whole person & he has interests outside of stabbing, pranking and being mean for no reason - have you met more than one drama club goth?? they are very nice actually,

with carol geeking out over everything because while she is a solid army person, she is also very much an adventurer and the wanderlust is strong in her and so is the curiosity,

with peter being as sarcastic as tony, with the stubbornness and softness that contradict in him yet somehow manage to coexist in the way that only teenagers can contradict themselves.

and the oc- or reader or whomstthefuckever you think should be the main character- give them a strong will and a soft heart. give them flaws and give them empathy. fall in love with the character you create- do not make them how you'd want yourself to be but rather make someone you'd unapologetically runaway over state lines with.

ive looked left and right for the fic. ive read many a wonderful fic, the fic that made my brain tingle, my eyes water and my stomach hurt from laughter.

but none of them ever was The Fic.

so, i will write the fic.

#avengers #bun is thinking #writing woes #fic writing woes #i want to write something that i would fall in love with #this is just me screaming into the bog

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bbykpoper · 4 years

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𝓡𝓪𝓼𝓹𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 🌧️

Inspired by this post 🌼

Pairing: petshopworker!hongjoong x bookshopowner!reader

Index: Jongho // Seonghwa // San // Yunho // Wooyoung // Mingi // Yeosang

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It was another gloomy day outside your little shop as you sighed in content observing the clouds outside with a smile. The inside of your bookstore was quiant with antique sofas and armchairs to add some spice to the space. The strong aroma of Jasmine filled your space by the windows as you sat with your tea cup and observed the outside. A smile graced your delicate features as you saw your best friend waving at you through her shop window which was loacted right across the street.

It wasn’t long after that she come over to join you on her break.

“You’re covered in cat fur again.” You giggled observing her apron littered with various coloured fur.

“Yeah, we had a few adoptions today.” She shrugged her shoulders. “You could have come over and looked around.”

“You know I don’t need a pet.” You snorted, sipping your tea.

“I meant to come over and stare at Hongjoong.” She slyly smiled.

You punched her shoulder with a gasp, laughing along with her. She had recently hired a young man by the name of Hongjoong who had caught your eye, but you didn’t exactly have the social skills to introduce yourself let alone talk to him.

“When are you going to stop by my shop so I can introduce you?” Your friend pouted. “I’ve seen him sometimes glancing out to look at you when you water your flowers outside.”

“Sure, and the parrot on your window display likes to screech at him to announce my appearance outside.” You sarcastically retorted.

“How did you know?”

You rolled your eyes and munched on the pastries she had brought along, totally ignoring that comment.

“By the way, when I close this evening you want to join me on my adventure of picking up a cake for Joonie?” She asked. “He also wants to see you. He’s been missing his favourite aunty.”

Joonie was your best friend’s son and you’ve practically raised him along with her. She got pregnant at 19 and it wasn’t easy for her seeing as the bastard that knocked her up bailed the minute she peed on the pregnancy test. It was always a joy to visit her and her son, seeing that wide smile he showed you.

“Sure, are we going by Sugarberry’s?”

“Of course! He keeps asking for their famous sugarberry cake.” Your friend sighed.

“I’ll close up early and come over.” You smiled.

“Awesome!” Your friend looked at her wrist watch and let out a sigh. “I need to get going, my break is over.”

With a wave she left you to clean up the table and go back to organising the books which came in the other day. Unbeknownst to you, your friend was talking with a red-haired young man, smirking as she kept glancing in the direction of your store.

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7 p.m. rolled by and you entered the pet shop across the street, the ding above her head lazily making a sound as it hit the door. The parrot in the window display screeched in panic more so than other times but you didn’t pay much attention to it. You were used to that bird and it’s exesive reactions.

Nobody was at the front so you decided to venture towards the back where they usually kept the insects and reptiles. You passed by the puppies who were eagerly barking at you, a smile thrown towards them. You stopped when you reached the glass cages with the kittens, noticing how most were empty.

“Mew...” A soft mewl drew your attention and you frowned.

“You’re still here...” You sighed, gently petting the dirty grey cat through the small ventilation holes of her cage. “Why doesn’t anybody want you little one?”

“It’s more like she doesn’t want anybody.” A voice made you jump in fright as you whipped around to face it. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay...” Your shy smile peeked itself from your averted gaze.

“Miss atitude here bit the small boy who took a liking to her and his mom decided it’d be best if they got a puppy.” The man walked up to you, also trying to pet the cat but ending up getting bitten. “It seems she doesn’t exactly like me either.”

“That’s not true.” You looked back to the cat. “She bit me multiple times before I earned her trust.”

The man looked over at you taking in your appearance. He was surprised that he had this chance to look at you so closely, seeing that you had freckles gracing your cheeks and a cute naturally red nose. You then suddenly turned to look at him and his cheeks suddenly flared up at the sudden eye contact. You now had the chance to notice how his brown eyes shied away from yours, how his hair seemed to be longer in the back and how his smile lit up the entire room.

“I’m Hongjoong by the way.” He introduced himself.

“y/n...” You breathed out, cursing your friend in the back of your mind.

She set you up.

“Is Lia here?” You asked.

“Yeah, she’s getting changed. She’ll be out any minute.” He said and his words were followed by an awkward silence. “So, ever thought about adopting an animal?”

“Lia’s been on my case since forever.” You giggled and filled his heart with so much warmth with just that one sound. “But I really don’t think I can take care of an animal.” Your eyes went back up to the cat. “I also don’t want to get attached to something I can easily loose.”

Those words puzzled Hongjoong and he was just about to ask what you meant by that, but Lia came out a smile on her face and gaze sparkling with mischief.

“You ready to go?” Lia asked and you nodded following her out.

“It was nice meeting you.” You waved at the man.

“You too.” He waved back.

The minute you stepped out the soft expression on your face turned into an unamused one, glare steady on Lia’s form. She shrugged her shoulders with a giggle and stuck her tongue out.

“You’re the devil you know that.”

“I’ve been called worse.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I’ll buy you a piece of that raspberry cake you liked so much to atone for my sins.”

“Damn well you will.”

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A few days had passed by from your meeting with Hongjoong and you had been enjoying the quiet of your shop as you just sat back and read. The bell above the shop’s door jingled with mirth as the rain drops hit themselves against the long metal pieces. You raised your gaze as you marker where you had stopped in the passage only to be surprised by the customer at hand.

“Fancy seeing you here.” You commented with a smile.

“I thought I’d stop by and say hello.” Hongjoong smiled back. “I also need a book for a friend’s birthday so Lila advised me to come here.”

“Of course she did.” You looked passed him and into the window display of the pet shop where Lia was holding up both her thumbs in encouragement. “What kind of book are you looking for?”

“Poetry.” He shrugged his shoulders. “He’s been getting into romance poetry quite a bit after he had met this girl and well, it’s ‘inspiring’ as he said.”

“Poetry huh?” You hummed and looked up to the second floor of your shop, a thoughtful finger on your chin. Something which made Hongjoong swoon over you on the inside. “I think I have something. Come on.”

With a smile you led him up the steps and deeper into the shop, stopping in front of one of the book cases. Hongjoong noticed a few students loitering around, heads deep in their books. He even noticed Jongho’s girlfriend with her friends as they furiously went over book after book, her small wave making him wave back. You noticed the exchange of greeting and raised an eyebrow at how he knew a student from the local university but said nothing. You weren’t the type to pry.

“Hold on a second, I’ll get the book.” You said as you pulled over the ladder from the corner, the wheels on it almost soundless.

You climbed up the steps and Hongjoong averted his gaze in embarrassment, not daring to look up. The mocking snort he got from Jongho’s girlfriend was not helping his case! Your hand reached the grey book, swiftly pulling it out and slidding down the ladder. You handed the book to Hongjoong and he raised his eyebrows in wonder.

“Love her wild by Atticus?” He asked.

“It’s a collection of everyday life poems.” You said. “It’s the little things that count Hongjoong.”

He nodded at your words as you made your way back down to the counter so he could pay for it.

“Do a lot of students come here?” He suddenly asked.

“Yup. It’s more quiet than their campus library and sometimes they find books which can’t be found in the library. My grandma used to have this policy to let the students come by and study always offering them tea and biscuits. I took over that policy and enjoy their sheepish reactions when I ask them what tea they’d like today.” Your giggle echoed down the stairs. “Would like me to wrap the book so you don’t have to?”

“That’d be awesome.” He smiled wide as you took the book from him. “So you inherited the shop from your grandma?”

“Yes.” You answered. “She died last year and left it to me. It was hard at first but I think I got the hang of it.” Sadness was evident in your voice.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He spoke softly. “I think you are doing an excelent job here.”

“Thanks.” You handed him the book just as he handed you the money. He turned to leave but stopped suddenly, looking back at you. “Hey, would you like to grab some coffee after you close the store today?”

“Don’t you have a birthday to go to?” You asked a deep blush coating your cheeks.

“I can be a little late.” Hongjoong chuckled.

“Alright.” You smiled. “I’d love to.”

“Great, I’ll come pick you up when you close.” He said and left.

You sat back and looked after him as he entered the pet shop and went past Lia who seemed to want to know what happened. When he dismissed her with a laugh she looked over to you and you stuck your tongue out at her, shock coating her facial features.

It wasn’s so long before your shop’s closing time came round and only a few students were left as they packed up their things and headed for the door. The girl that greeted Hongjoong earlier today stayed back and helped you clean off the tea cups and plates of biscuits, choosing to speak to you a bit.

“Miss y/n?” You turned around to face her with a questioning look in your eyes. “Hongjoong is a really nice man and you should definitely give him a chance.”

“What?” You blushed furiously when she said that.

“I’m dating one of his friends and he hasn’t exactly been subtle by the crush he has on you.” She giggled. “But seriously, you two would fit each other well.”

She left the store and you stood there a few minutes with a shocked expression on your face. It seemed the feelings were mutual between you two but something about that scared you. You looked up at the clock and noticed it was a minute to seven so without further thinking you shut off all the lights and stepped out, locking the door behind you.

“Are you ready?” Hongjoong ran towards you and asked with excitement in his voice.

You turned around and were surprised by the small rose he held out for you. You nodded eagerly as you walked next to him, filling the air with little chatter about your day today. You made your way towards Sugarberry’s and took a seat outside just as the waitress came by.

“Hey Joong, fancy seeing you here.” She teased him. “What can I get you two?”

“I’ll have my a mazagran. I need to prepare for Seonghwa’s birthday.” He sighed and nodded his head when the waitress laughed.

“Jesus, you and Mingi seem to be the only ones thinking ahead.” She commented and then looked over at you. “And what about your pretty date?”

“D-Date?” You blushed at those words. You weren’t dense and figured this was some type of date, but when she said it like that it made your chest do flips. “I’d like a black coffe and a piece of raspberry cake.”

“Sure thing.” She said and went inside.

“You like raspberries?”

“Yeah. It’s my favorite fruit. If I could I’d mix them in everything I eat or drink.” You laughed. “Did you know that Serbia is the main distributor for raspberries around the world? I’d really like to visit there sometime to see those fields for myself.”

“I didn’t know that. It sounds nice.” He smiled at your enthusiasm.

The waitress came back with your order and exchanged a few more words with Hongjoong before she left inside again.

“You seem to know a lot of people.” You commented on your observation.

“I guess. My friend owns this bakery slash caffe. I know all the staff here.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ll be right back.” His eyes travelled behind you and spotted something.

You as well turned back to look at what he was and you noticed a blue haired man. He went over and greeted him and they began talking about something. You didn’t even notice the waitress had come out and stopped beside you to observe as well.

“You know, he’s a nice guy. A bit clumsy but nice. He treats his friends as if they were his kids but will never admit it.” She startled you but you quickly recovered.

“Yeah, you’re the second person to have told me that today.” You sighed. “I’d like to give him a chance but I’m scared of doing so. I’m scared he’ll disappear just like everybody around me seems to be.”

“You know, it’s still too early for you to see that. Maybe this time it will be different. You never know until you try.” She shrugged her shoulders at you.

“But what if I just want to shelter myself from the inevitable?” Your eyes met for a second. “The fear in me keeps telling me to run while I can, but my instinct keeps telling me to trust him. I’m just so confused.”

“Maybe you should tell him about your fear?” She suggested. “He is a man with a lot of understanding and patience. I’ve seen him trying to befriend a stray for months without even the slightest ounce of giving up. If you’re honest about trying to date him, you should confide in him.” She smiled at you warmly as she noticed Hongjoong coming back. “You never know.”

The man looked weirdly after the waitress as she skipped back inside, taking his seat at the table you two were at.

“Did she say anything weird?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. “Did she tell you the story about me and Mingi drunkenly sweeping the floors?”

“No.” You laughed. “But do tell.”

You had taken into consideration what she had said and let yourself ponder the thought later. Right now you just really wanted to enjoy the time spent with him and listen to his embarrassing stories.

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You and Hongjoong kept seeing each other for the next month on a regular basis, him always coming over on breaks just like Lia and you two going out on dates on the weekends.

But this weekend it was different.

This weekend was girls night and you and Lia had agreed to go out to a wine tasting in the local brewery. Both needed to relax and talk seeing as they were too busy with life, and it was pure luck Joonie had went over to his grandparent’s house so LIa could stay out until late. You both dressed up and sat comfortably at a table, two glasses of wine shinning under the candle light.

“I didn’t think you had it in you to dress up again Lia.” You snorted out a laugh.

“Please, if it weren’t for you I would never even have dresses to go out.” She rolled her eyes. “But I see you’ve been shopping lately. Getting all pretty for the new boyfriend?”

“We haven’t actually labelled our... thing.” You blushed looking down at your dirty white silk cocktail dress. “I mean, I guess we’re dating but I’m not sure.” You looked at your glass. “I’m scared to ask.”

“Are you scared to ask because knowing the fact that you are it would mean attaching yourself to him?” Lia knew about your problem and anxieties. She was with you through it all, just as you had been with her.

“That’s the thing, I already AM attached to him...” The shaking of your voice made Lia sigh.

“Then maybe it’s time you talked to him. About everything.” She was serious and her voice was demanding. “It’s time you told him about your grandma. About your parents. And about the lack of men in your life.”

“I can’t just throw my baggage at him...” You squeaked out. “He’ll run away from me and I’ll be left to blame myself. Again.”

“No he wont.” Lia grabbed your hands. “Listen to me y/n, he is different. You saw that, I saw that. He will listen. And he will stay.”

The way Lia had worded this made you realise just what she meant.

“But I’m a coward Lia.” You stated with fear in your eyes.

“Not after a bottle of wine you’re not.”

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Hongjoong sat at home enjoying his Friday night with a glass of his favorite whiskey in one hand and a book recommended by you in the other. The rain poured outside and he sighed knowing that those dark clouds finally let out their anger on the world. He smiled at the childish poems written in the margins of the book as he read them over and over again, imagining just what kind of person you were back in highschool. As he flipped the pages he came across one in particular, that seemed to be written in red ink, standing out from the rest of them which were in black.

As he finished reading over it a text message came from you.

y/n🥰[11.43 p.m.] what’s your address?

With a raised eyebrow he answered your message not really thinking anything of it until 20 minutes later a soft knock came at his door. He placed his drink and book on the table and went over, thinking one of the boys had forgotten something at his place or perhaps got drunk and ended up here, but when he opened the door to a rosy cheeked you in all your silk glory he chocked back a shocked gasp and just stared at you with an open mouth.

“Hiya!” You smiled wide, your lips stained with the red wine you were clearly dunk off of. “I missed you Joongieee~”

You hugged him so easily it caught him by surprise but he wasn’t complaining. You weren’t exactly the touchy type and this was so soothing to him he had to hug back with all that he got. Who knows when he would get the chance to hug you again.

“You’re wet. Come on inside, let’s dry your hair off.”

You followed after him without a complaint and he closed the door as you entered. Lia let out a soft breath as she waited for you to be safe inside and left the building, praying that this would work and that you haven’t gotten drunk for nothing.

“I’m sorry I didn’t spend tonight with you Jongiee, you know I would but I needed time off to gather my courage Jongiee.” You said in a sing-song voice, amusing the man who gently dabbed her hair with a towel.

“Had fun tonight I see.”

“I got drunk on purpose.” You admitted without any hesitation. “I had to because I’m a coward and can’t tell you otherwise.”

“Now why would you be a coward?” Hongjoong was now very confused.

“Because I love you.” The man almost slipped off his own couch when he heard those words. “But I can’t fully love you if I’m scared you’ll leave me like the rest.”

“What are you talking about y/n?” He now kneeled in front of you holding your hands in his. “I won’t leave you. I’m having so much fun with you that I’d be pretty stupid to leave.”

“That’s what grandmother used to tell me too. But then she left me for good.” Your pout was so prominent that it physically hurt Hongjoong to see you this way. “My parents died in a car crash a few months after I was born so I never met them. I’ve been with my grandparents ever since. My grandfather died when I was seven and since then I’ve been coping with death quite badly. When I was in highschool I liked this boy and we started dating, but he also died of an illness. Ever since then I closed myself off from human contact and only ever had room for Lia and my grandmother. Then Lia had her son and he was the only joy in both of our lives. We were all happy.” You looked at the floor and held his hands tighter. “But when my grandmother died I thought my wold was going to end. My days were mundane.” You finally looked up at him and into his eyes. “Until I met you.”

“I’m so sorry you went through all of that.” He sincerely said.

“I’m scared I’m going to loose you too and that I’ll be left alone again Hongjoong.” You said now kneeling just as he was. “I don’t get attached to people because of that fear. But for the first time I did. I don’t regret it, but I’m scared.”

“You shouldn’t be!” He exclaimed and brought you in for a hug. “That little poem you wrote in the book you lent me broke my heart y/n! I could never leave such a raw power like yours!” He kissed the top of your head with a silent promise. “I’ll fight God if I have to! He is either taking both of us, or none at all.”

The soft snores which came from your body softened him to a puddle. He hooked his arm under your legs and carried you off to his bed, tucking you in and kissing your forehead. You looked so peaceful and composed.

The weight has been finally lifted off your shoulders.

“You’re stuck with me and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He whispered out.

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Loud lapping noises came from one of the tables as a grey ball of fluff drank the liquid from one of the cups. The young girls at the table gushed out as the cat enjoyed their cup of tea this afternoon.

“I’m sorry girls. Is Bi bothering you?” You asked worried as you caught the little rascal of the cat. “She seems to enjoy raspberry tea for some reason.”

“Oh not at all Miss y/n.” The girls were quick to protest. “We rather enjoy her company.”

You smiled excusing yourself and taking your cat downstairs to the counter. The bell chime of your shop sounded and a bouncy Hongjoong came in, a bag loosely hanging off his shoulder.

“Hiya.” He greeted you with a peck to your lips as you blushed. “I brought some raspberry cake.”

“How’d you know I was craving some?” You asked him, a teasing smirk on your face.

“I had a hunch. Come on, I wanna give you our one year anniversary present!” He ushered you to sit down in the lounge area of your shop pulling an envelope from his bag.

“Can I give you mine first?” You asked, holding on to a box.

He nodded and quickly snatched the box from your fingers and opened it, surprise on his facial features. He pulled out the small golden ball and looked at you for an explanation.

“It’s a compass. So you don’t get lost from me.” You blushed saying the last bit of it.

“This is so wholesome I could cry.” His eyes were really getting glossy. “Now open yours!”

You carefully tarred the envelope and pulled out two pieces of paper you thought you never would see in your life. It was two plain tickets to Serbia, a ten day trip to their famous raspberry fields. You looked up at your boyfriend with wide happy eyes.

“I booked them on our first date.” He admitted with a shy smile. “I knew we’d be together long enough for those to stay valid.” He smiled widely at you, the bookshop getting filled with warmth created by the both of you. “I’m really glad you gave me a chance y/n.” He kissed you with such passion you thought you’d faint on the spot.

“I’m really glad I listened to that waitress.” You kissed him back with equal feelings of love. “Because if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t get to finally fill my loneliness with you.”

Bi observed you two from her place on the counter and purred in content as her owners settled in their own warmness, filling the bookshop with a sense of comfort.

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anika-ann · 4 years

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Ground Rules (for Love and War) - Pt.1

Of War and Peace

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 3860

Type: Two-shot, reader insert

Summary: Steve Rogers always has been a bit of a mystery – always polite, with a little bit of foot-in-mouth syndrome, unbelievingly kind and definitely good-looking – but a mystery anyway. He treated you differently from his friends. Why?

You would never expect the ongoing prank war between Bucky and Sam to shed light on the matter.Of course, Tony Stark is also to blame. Whenever he isn’t? You are his assistant – you would know.

Warnings: silly pranks, blackout, attempt at humour, swearing… fluff and way too shy Steve

A/N: Loosely based on a request from AO3 from Call_Me_Mrs_Rogers: awkward flirtatious Steve and Tony’s-Assistant!Reader, Sam-Bucky prank war and a power-cut. Whole request in the notes under the first chapter.

Sam Wilson was a brave man, you thought.

An undoubtedly handsome, considerably capable, loyal to a fault, but first of all, an incredibly brave man.

That was the only logical explanation of him declaring a prank war to James Buchannan Barnes; and it started by the Falcon himself reminding everyone who followed his Twitter that Bucky’s middle name was indeed Buchannan and he loved to be called that.

The truth was that calling Bucky that name was bordering with dangerous. Pulling out a stunt like Sam had, now that was like singing up his own death sentence.

“Wilsoooon!” Bucky howled through the corridors and you jumped in your seat before smirking into your second cup of coffee that day.

You wondered what Sam had done this time. Ever since the first Twitter event, both Sam and Bucky were stepping up their game.

Social media pranks. Sugar-salt switching. Soaped door handles. Hair dye in shampoo. Itching powder. Glue on a mug. You name it.

They were like infants. Worse even. As if the Tower needed more men-children in it. As if Tony wasn’t enough.

Now, Tony Stark was a brilliant man; distracted, sarcastic, a maniacal scientist and a hero, whom you were honoured to call your boss. Except Pepper Potts was the one in charge, pulling the strings and hiring you after she had become the CEO of Stark Industries, because she could no longer be his assistant.

Because Tony Stark was a genius of a man-child who needed constant supervision. He needed a girl Friday and F.R.I.D.A.Y. sometimes wasn’t enough. Enter you. A glorious secretary with an engineering degree and enough patience to deal with him. Hand-picked by Virginia Potts herself, sometimes being chosen to go to a meeting with her to represent Tony’s intentions rather than him, since you were less likely to piss people off, being able to keep cockiness in check.

But damn, weren’t you proud.

Your train of thought was cut short as the former Winter Soldier strode into the communal kitchen with a stormy look on his face and sneezed on its way; four times. Loudly.

Your face twisted in sympathy.

“Haven’t seen him,” you answered before Bucky could collect himself enough to ask.

Another wall-shaking sneeze was his response.

Now that one was just cruel; as far as you knew, supersoldiers couldn’t get sick. So it was just the sneezing itself, whatever it was caused by. Still, you guessed it must have been horrible to go through that after so many years of blissful germ-freedom. Honestly, if you sneezed like after seven decades, you’d lose your shit. Why did it feel like your lungs were about to leave your body through your nose at the mere thought of it? Scary shit, alright.

Bucky growled and stalked away. Not before he nodded in thanks.

He left the room with another sneeze.

“Bless you,” you muttered under your breath and eyed your tablet.

Tony was asleep as he had stayed awake until two a.m. working on the newest upgrade for the security of the Tower, so technically, you had time to enjoy your coffee in relative peace.

Naturally, peace was a short supply in the Tower, the home to the Avengers.

When Pepper had first offered you to simply move in since you spent the most of your time there, you had been reluctant. It had only been a week in and while you met some of the team members, finding out they were far less intimidating than they presented themselves to the press, it sounded… overwhelming to stay there 24/7. However, you had been quickly persuaded after you nearly passed out, because your sleep schedule was a mess, consisting of either passing out on the couch in the Tower or making it home only to fall asleep before your head hit the pillow, and being woken up by an urgent call from the Ironman himself two hours later.

Living in the Tower had its downsides and its upsides.

Downside was that it rarely got quiet and it was the perfect target for any supervillain as it had all of the Earth’s mightiest heroes in one place. Constant supervision from an artificial intelligence was as reassuring as concerning.

As for the upsides… you hadn’t expected to actually… befriend the Avengers. You certainly wouldn’t guess that once Natasha Romanoff warmed up to you, she was a great friend, a female element alongside Pepper that the Tower and the team sorely needed. The times you bonded over the aforementioned men-children were one of the best in your life.

Clint was a lot of fun, though you had soon adopted the habit of making a pot of coffee just for him, since you were usually the one to get up from bed before him and talking to him pre-coffee was the risk equivalent to touching Sam’s snacks.

Bruce… kept for himself a lot. But when he came out of his shell, either liberated by alcohol or when discussing science with Tony, he would radiate an aura anyone would be happy to bask in.

Sam was the ray of sunshine, gentle with a lot of fun stacked behind the chocolate eyes of his, but once he got into the same room and Bucky… oh boy.

The silently charming grumpy supersoldier added to the team in a way you wouldn’t see coming – perfectly. Except that he and Sam were always in each other’s hair. Always bickering; one that sometimes resulted in a war. Occasionally funny; other times utterly annoying. Rright now, you felt like it was something in between.

“Good morning,” sounded pleasantly from the door, where the last member of the peculiar household stood, seemingly hesitant.

Oh. Steve Rogers. That was right. Your biggest guilty pleasure. That man was a pure eye-candy, a body perfected by the serum only to protect the great man hiding in it. You didn’t have many opportunities to truly know him; but whenever you saw him, he had an air around him, greatness and kindness, yet somehow fogged by modesty.

At times, he appeared sheepish almost, but always polite. To you anyway. His friends were a different story; it saddened you occasionally, that he didn’t consider you a friend, not really giving you a chance, treating you differently. You suspected it was because you weren’t a fighter; while assisting Tony nearly 24/7, it was obvious that the billionaire tried his best to keep you away from the danger zone as much as possible.

The arms-long distance Steve Rogers kept you at was causing you a heart-ache at times, yet you had a feeling he didn’t have any particular dislike for you; only that he treated you differently. Always polite. Always a pleasant interaction.

You couldn’t help but smile at him, his usual running outfit and tousled hair giving away he was coming back from his everyday morning routine of what was probably like thirty miles or something.

“Good morning, Steve. Had a nice run?”

Looking himself up, slightly guiltily, he scratched the back of his neck. It occurred to you that he was embarrassed at not being the most cleaned-up version of himself in front of you – a woman –, which you found adorable. His forties-man was showing.

“Yeah. Yes. Thank you. Did you… sleep well?” he queried, shifting by the door.

“Yes, actually… are you going to stand there all day?” you teased him lightly and the corners of his lips twitched as his gaze fell to the floor, his shoulder finally bouncing off the door-frame.

“I just didn’t want to disturb your moment of peace…”

Your chest felt warmer at such admission. What a sweet thought.

“That is very kind of you,” you praised him as he gestured to the coffee pot, checking with you if it was for everyone’s use. You nodded and chuckled at the tinniest flaw in his thoughtfulness. “Except you were beaten about a minute and half by a much grumpier and louder supersoldier.”

Steve groaned and leaned onto the counter. “Let me guess: Sam proceeded with another prank.”

You made a finger gun at him, grinning. “Exactly. I don’t know how he did it, but I don’t think I ever heard a person sneeze that loud. And that often. Poor Bucky.”

“Bucky brought this upon himself. He deserves it,” Steve grumbled, sipping at the coffee, his eyelids sliding shut blissfully. You were pretty sure that something resembling a moan resonated in his chest, which… didn’t do a thing to you. Didn’t bring thoughts that were not about caffeinated beverages, but something slightly dirtier. Nope. Nothing. Like… at all.

You stood up from you stool and gathered your stuff, ignoring the way your heart suddenly sped up.

“Well, I just hope we can all keep sane before this particular battle of their war is over,” you hummed, every word honest and hopeful. “These two might bring the Tower down. As if Tony wasn’t enough…”

“Very true. I’ll try and keep an eye on them… try,” he emphasized when your nose scrunched with a bit of doubt and you made a so-so motion with your free hand.

“Bold move. I hope you don’t get caught in the middle. Though I’m sure you could pull the blue-hair look unlike Bucky…”

Why did I just say that?

Smiling softly into his cup despite his eyes going wide in horror, he took a deep breath and looked you straight in the eye. The brightness of his irises had your breath caught in your chest.

“So am I. You… uhm, you look beautiful today, by the way,” he complimented you sweetly, his gaze swiftly glancing over your outfit and casual hairstyle. And for a good reason; having to assist Pepper on a meeting today, you had been chosen to wear a pink ladies suit and a white shirt. You had expected to look like a ridiculous copy of cotton candy – you had not anticipated to… actually look presentable. Feminine even. You.

Your cheeks matched the colours of your jacket at the praise; Steve’s shoulders straightened.

“I meant… not that you usually don’t. I was… uhm, I like the… the look on you. The one you have today,” he stumbled over his words and suddenly your whole body felt warm, pleasantly and yet embarrassingly.

“Thank… thank you. Have a nice day, Steve,” you nearly squeaked, threw a quick smile over your shoulder and rushed from the kitchen.

Oh yeah.

Steve… he would often utter a compliment, like a proper gentleman he was, treating women right. Except you never heard him say such thing to Natasha, who was far easier on the eyes. Or to Pepper. He would open the door for you, reached the top shelves when you needed it, always offering a helping hand, shy and gentle smiles, so… diverse to how he was when with the Avengers.

No, Steve Rogers didn’t treat you like his friend.

And god knew that the day you figured out if that was a good thing or a bad thing would be the day of solving the biggest enigma of the new millennium.

Unknown to you, Steve melted into the counter, putting down his cup of coffee and groaned at his utter inability to flirt.

“I swear, man, before you manage to give her a normal compliment without putting your foot in your mouth, someone else will snatch her,” Sam commented, having just sneaked into the kitchen to grab a three protein bars, cautiously scanning his surroundings.

Steve shot him a glare. “Thank you, Sam, you’re being very helpful. Has Bucky found you yet?”

“Shh! Don’t say his name! Do that two more times and he will app-“

“Wilson! You- ACHOO- fhakhin’ bird- ACHOOO-brain!” Bucky’s voice thundered through the whole floor and Steve smirked with satisfaction.

Sam’s body turned to stone, his eyes horrified and yet endlessly amused.

“Sorry, Cap, gotta go! But for God’s sake, just ask her out before we all go insane here…”

“Says the guy who cursed a supersoldier with sniffles!” Steve called after the disappearing figure exasperatedly, only to hear Sam’s laughter in the distance.

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“Silly circuit! What’s wrong with you? Do you have no decency? Just work…” you mumbled under your breath, eyes glued to the interface from a way too short distance, but you didn’t care for your health at this point. You just wanted to fix this.

“Is it talking back?” a hesitant and yet teasing voice asked, making you nearly jump out of your skin. Your head snapped up in surprise.

“Steve. Hey,” you welcomed him briefly, shocked at the vision of the supersoldier in the workshop. “What brings you to our dungeon?”

“Coffee break,” he wiggled two coffee cups in his hands pointedly and beckoned towards the clock that… read ten in the evening. Oh. You didn’t realize you had been down here for so long. “Something tells me you didn’t have one in a while. Am I… overstepping?”

Your cheeks flushed similarly to his as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, reluctant to cross the distance between you.

Coffee honestly sounded heavenly now. And with delivery and perhaps some company? Not bad, not bad at all…

“Oh. No! No, that’s just… I’m surprised,” you admitted. “I mean, you’re always nice to me, of course, but… eh, sorry, my people skills are lacking at this time of day. Remind me how to tell-- gosh, I can’t even word, I mean speak-- you really do have a point about that coffee break.”

You chuckled, a palm over your forehead, fighting the urge to run it down your face in embarrassment at you babbling.

Steve, ever the gentleman, tried to hush his laughter at least partly, the sound coming out subtle and cute. He held out one of the cups for you and you instantly sipped at it reverently with your eyelids fluttering close, barely registering his soft: “Well, here you go.”

“Thank you, Steve.”

“You’re welcome. What are you working on?”

Surprised once more by his query, you took another vehement sip of coffee before placing the cup in safe distance and answering.

“Eh, just some glitch in Natasha’s Bites. I think she fried it, using the electromotive units too much during the last mission and now the interface is misbehaving and we would rather avoid her accidently electrocuting people, god forbid, herself.”

“…that we would,” Steve agreed, blinking at you, seemingly a bit dumbstruck, but a twinkle of mischief reflected in his irises. “Looks like the coffee is kicking in pretty quick. You have no problem with wording now.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle self-depreciatingly. He wasn’t wrong.

What threw you off balance was that he was… having a conversation with you, a playful one, so atypical of him – at least as far as it was concerning you – and… it felt truly nice. It did things to your stomach, a pleasant fluttery sensation and you quickly downed the rest of your cup, wondering if it was the shot of caffeine. You were about 97% sure that it wasn’t the cause.

“Har, har, Captain Rogers. I’ll have you know that it’s only my human skills that gets progressively pathetic with my caffeine levels running low, not my ability to say big words. Anyway, what’s got into you tonight? There’s something different about you… not that I’m complaining!”

Once more, his reaction took you aback. He flashed you a quick smile before lowering his gaze, holding up both of his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Guilty as charged. Sam might have found me making coffee for two and decided to give me a pep talk. He told me, and I quote, to suck it up and just spit it out. … And then made me take a sip from Thor’s flask.”

Your heart started beating its way out of your chest, a mixture of panic and excitement at his admission.

“Sounds like he’s a good friend then. Is there something on your mind? That you need to… spit out?”

“Yeah,” he confessed, peeking at your from under his rich eyelashes, shy but determined gaze settling on you as he leant onto the counter behind him. “I feel like… things I want to say tend to come out wrong. I… I’d like to know you better. If that would be alright with you.”

You felt endlessly grateful that moment, that the words ‘my jaw went slack’ were only a figure of speech, because otherwise you would have looked very comical and very much stupid. Still, your lips parted, the flutter in your stomach growing in intensity.

“…oh,” you breathed out intelligently, only to realize he had actually asked a question. Kinda. And he was waiting for you to answer. “Uhm… yes. Yes, I’d love to do the same. I… I admit I thought that maybe you just weren’t interested in further interaction, because I’m not on the team-“

“No! That’s not it at all, I swear,” he rushed to reassure you, sending a tiny pleased smile at your approval. “It’s just… like I said. I’m always tripping over myself around you, putting my foot in my mouth and- and things I want to say sound less awkward in my head.”

Tripping over himself around me? That sounded… nope, that couldn’t be it. Right? Except your heart was now hammering against your ribcage in excitement at the possibility, turning more real every second he was looking at you and dammit, do not give into the silly hope that Steve Rogers might actually like like you.

“Steve, you’re literally the nicest guy I’ve ever met. I like to think about you as sweet, not awkward.” Now wow, really, sweet? That was way too much, dummy. Except he smiled shyly, his eyes lightening up at the compliment and your fingertips tingled at the sweet display of delight. He relaxed further, settling more comfortably against the counter. “Now, what do you want to know?”

“Anything,” he shrugged, the corners of his lips still up in invitation, an encouragement to share with him anything you were willing to.

“Well, you clearly already know how I take my coffee…”

Hint of darker pink coloured his cheeks, much to your glee.

“How did you end up working for Tony?”

“First of all, we all know I’m working for Pepper…”

He laughed at that, but listened patiently after, watching you work as you told him about your mum always being away on business trips and your father taking you to his workshop to keep your child’s mind occupied, teaching you stuff that was way too complicated for a little girl, but fascinating at the same time, showing you direction when you turned the age of making the big career decisions.

“Applying for this insane position wasn’t a spur of the moment. Pepper sent out e-mails to candidates she picked – I didn’t even know about the position opening, she simply used some of Tony’s searching tools and wrote people of whom she thought might handle the job. It was a little scary, to be honest. First, I thought there was no way for me to sign up for that; it would mean basically no personal life and I never wanted to be like my mum, never home…. But then it occurred to me how proud she would be of me, much like dad is and… I thought that it doesn’t have to be forever, you know. I can work here now and switch to something else when I decide to be a mum. Of course, I can see now, unlike when I was a kid and teenager, that she tried, but… I realized lots of that stuff only after she died and it’s just… I’m sorry she wasn’t there and that I didn’t try harder to appreciate her.”

You couldn’t fathom when you started pouring your heart to him or when your eyes started burning, but suddenly his hand was there, gently squeezing yours, his wide shoulders as if shielding you from the rest of the world simply by standing by your side and your eyes closed of their own account, your body strangely comfortable in Steve’s huge presence.

“I’m sure she knew,” he whispered warmly.

You smiled at him through the tears you had failed to keep at bay. “Sorry. Now whose mouth is loose. I bet you didn’t expect me oversharing when you said you wanted to know me better.”

“No, I didn’t,” he confirmed, observing your face with a mixture of laughter at your joke and compassion at your outburst. “I appreciate that you’re willing to share something so big with me. Thank you.”

“It’s that eyes of yours. They made me spill my guts.”

He didn’t point out that your focus was on the device on the table and not his eyes, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket instead. He gave it to you, never letting go of your other hand.

“Oh wow,” you only commented, no more words needed. Who the hell still carried-

Steve groaned silently. “Please don’t make any old man jokes.”

“I was about to compliment your chivalry.”

“Sure you were,” he grumbled, but his mouth was curled up in a grin, so you assumed he wasn’t too offended by your reaction.

Staring at the dazzling display of perfect teeth, you missed another person coming in; until their shocked voice snapped you from your trance.

“Whoa, what’s happening?” Bucky blurted out, bewildered at the scene in front of him.

You jumped away from Steve as if you got burned, your hand slipping from his. To be fair, so did he.

When had you got to standing in such intimate proximity anyway? Christ, something must have got into the air vents. You’d blame the Barnes-Wilson war for that… not that you complained. Having Steve standing so close, offering comfort without a single word of complaint after listening to you pouring your heart to him… you weren’t entirely joking when saying you were about to commend his chivalry.

Steve cleared his throat, his voice hoarse as if he had been the one crying. “Bucky? What can I do for you?”

Bucky frowned first at his best friend and then at you, his gaze flickering between the two of you before settling on you, a worried wrinkle appearing on his forehead.

“You alright, dollface? Do I need to punch Captain Foot-in-the-Mouth in his face?” he beckoned his chin towards Steve and you instantly shook your head, still too caught off guard to find your voice.

“Buck, please…”

“It’s a relevant question, Steve. And I’d do it if she asked.”

A surprised chuckle escaped your lips and you offered Bucky a grateful smile, only to grin up at Steve before wiping the rest of your tears.

“You seem to have very supportive friends, Steve,” you remarked.

“You have no idea. What did you need?”

“Nothing from you, punk,” Bucky smirked and shifted his attention fully to you. “FRIDAY told me you needed me in here? Something about an upgrade for my arm? Which I don’t need-”

“… which is why I’m not working on such thing,” you said, baffled. Should you be working on Bucky’s arm?

The former Winter Soldier had an utter confusion written all over his face.

“Huh? Then why-?”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence.

The workshop was suddenly swallowed by darkness, stunning him into silence.

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Tags: @mermaidxatxheart @cxptain @smilexcaptainx

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Original request: Basically, the reader is Tony's assistant and she's in and around the tower 24/7. Steve really likes her and in the rare times that she's able to get away from her work, she really likes him. They're always flirting with each other in the slightly awkward old-man way Steve has but they never actually get together. Bucky and Sam decide to get creative and start a prank war. The only problem is that they cause a power-cut and because of Tony's high-tech stuff, Y/N, Steve and Bucky are trapped in a room together with a bit of food, a board game (monopoly?) and some candles. Maybe Y/N just finished training and was in her small, tight outfits and Steve couldn't keep his eyes off her. Could the whole thing be full of sexual innuendos but NO SMUT PLEASE! Anyway, Bucky does something (maybe he sticks his foot out and Y/N trips over it into Steve's arms? Idk, I'm not good at this...) and they end up kissing or whatever?

Sorry for not completely following the script requested, I focused more on what my keyboard dictated O:-) I did say I was terrible with given scenarios. Hopefully you’ll enjoy at least a bit anyway. I can’t see myself filling any other request in my life, but I did have fun with this ;)

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Thank you for reading!

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readingsbylibramc · 3 years

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birth chart reading for @purple-rose27303

hello! welcome to your reading. I’m gonna give you a quick overview of what I’m going to analyze about your natal chart. feel free to ask me anything if something isn’t clear, of course. you’ll find out your dominants’ influence on your persona, your physical appearance, impression on others and the way you approach the world; your ego, identity, the real you; your reactions, your desires, inner emotions; your way of expressing your feelings, your mind and ideas; your desires and approach to love; your energy tank, instincts and temperament; in-depth analysis of each house with their rulers and analysis of heavy aspects; love life + soulmates/karmic partners interpretation; your relationship with your friends; your family life; your approach to career and work in general + possible jobs suggestion; your style, fashion sense analysis; life purpose and past life description; basic transits’ analysis to describe your current mood and, last but not least, your secret skills, how to make the most out of your soul and manifest what you desire based on your birth chart.

🦋 chart shape, dominants

your chart is a bucket shape, with jupiter as the handle of the bucket. your jupiter is in the 10tg house, hence matters regarding money, career and reputation will be your priorities in this lifetime. you also have clear ideas about your future and who you want to be. even though you may have different passions and talents you’re capable of only sticking to one and mastering it, giving your all.

your dominant planets are the moon, mercury and the sun. you are very creative, you probably come up with innovative ideas easily as you're able to understand others' emotions. you're also quite smart, even though you could sometimes be a bit bossy.

your dominant sign is aries. you may have a reputation for being impulsive and straight-forward. you don't like beating around the bush, especially when people purposely get on your nerves. on the other hand, you're very loyal and generous when it comes to your loved ones. you're very opinionated, and you always wanna make sure that your voice is heard. you're proud of yourself.

your dominant element is fire. you have a warm heart, even though it may be covered by your confidence and independence. in fact, you always strive for the first place. people may be intimidated by your presence, as you're a serious competitor. thanks to this competitive nature of yours you may be very positive and optimistic, making you a good and supportive friend/partner.

🌎 ascendant in libra, 13° / 2nd decan ruled by venus and uranus

you're naturally likeable, you have a particular charm to you that makes everyone drool over you. you're very nice and outgoing, you always try to make others feel at ease. you're very considerate of others' feelings. you strive for fairness and justice, it's the way you approach others and the world. basically, you treat others like they treat you: if they're kind with you, you'll be very sweet. otherwise, you'll turn very sarcastic and harsh, almost cold at a certain point. this can make you seem extremely provocative, especially with your aries sun. you're very opinionated, you always feel the need to express your thoughts as you're very proud of them. in addition, since you always decide whether something is right or not, you may come off as a know-it-all. on the other hand, you're very sociable and you enjoy being in company, doesn't matter whether you're with your family, friends, lover etc. you may get to know many people throughout your life, but your friendships may not be much stable. you are surrounded by people, but you could feel lonely particularly often. I also need to point out that libra is ruled by venus, the planet of beauty. you're most likely very attractive and magnetic. even if not necessarily conventionally, people find themselves attracted to you. you may have sparkling doe eyes, with also full lips and a defined cupid's bow. your face is more on the longer side, perhaps you have an heart-shaped face, with high cheekbones and a pointy chin. you may also have naturally amazing, fluffy and flowing hair. your body is also very feminine, with a lot of curves and softness to it. it's very romantic, to sum up. also, your hair is probably naturally beautiful; it could be curly, or at least it's very thick and healthy-looking, even if you don't take much care of it.

libra ascendant opposite aries sun: this placement indicates that, when you’re in public, you tend to act in a different way from who you truly are. perhaps you’re shy, so you tend to hide your bubbly, charismatic aries sun with your modest, reserved libra rising. this can obviously interfer in your relationships and bonds with others; some may expect you to be different, so you may often lose friends because you turned out to be more astute than what they were expecting. in fact, you may often attract people that try to take advantage of you. I wouldn’t worry too much, though, as I find this placement beneficial in your case, exactly because of this reason. but just in case it bothers you, now that you’re aware of this tendency of yours you can try to understand your real self more thanks to this reading, and start acting like who you truly are to get out of your shell.

libra ascendant opposite aries mercury: you appear as a very intelligent individual, and people may even feel intimidated by that. you love interacting with others; even if you're not much talkative, you like hearing about others' theories and opinions. you could also do that by reading blogs, books etc. you may sometimes find yourself in conflict with others, as you’re very opinionated and hate it when others’ opinions are baseless. pretty much, you could seem like a know-it-all. on the other hand, you have a nice sense of humor, you're able to light up the room with your words, even though this quality of yours may be overshadowed by introversion at first. it's hard to find a way to make you come off as more gentle, as you have some of the most fiery and blunt signs in your chart. the fact that your mercury is in aries squaring your mars doesn't help either. you could take advantage of your astute words and sense of humor to get you out of troubles, though! just be careful not to claim that everything hurtful you say is a joke. it's something that aries placements do a lot.

libra ascendant square capricorn mars: you easily come off as more assertive and arrogant than you actually are. this manifests both in your face and in your words. you could say things impulsively, and sometimes you're too blunt and hurt people's feelings. you don't do it on purpose, though, there's no malice behind your acts; it's just your natural way to express your opinions. on the other hand, you probably have a very strong charisma to you that makes you look very captivating and bold. people see you as a leader, and hence they could get intimidated by your presence. to cope with this placement, you can try controlling yourself and your words before speaking. I'm aware that it's a way to vent your anger, but you can find another way that doesn't hurt others.

🌞 sun in aries, 6° / 1st decan ruled by aries

even though you enjoy the idea of love and relationships, your independency is what matters the most for you. you possess strong leadership, which makes you aspire for the best positions in work, school, marriage etc. you don't want to lower your standards. aries have the reputation of being fearless, and that's mainly caused by their impulsiveness. in fact, if they actually thought before acting, they wouldn't be aries lol. some people may even define you as selfless, as you literally put yourself in danger or in awkward situations just to say what you truly think, even if nobody asked. it's apart of your nature, you don't want to go unnoticed. I don't see you being the one starting conflicts, though, especially with your libra ascendant. you probably just lose your temper when someone challenges you (and it may happen often, to be honest). you hate routine; you always try to spice up your daily life a bit by meeting new people and trying new experiences in general. you enjoy having fun, partying, travelling... you thrive in social situations. you may have troubles making right decisions, as you're quite indecisive. but, once you do choose, no one is gonna stop you from achieving your goals and showing the world who you are. in fact, you gain confidence from your assertiveness, making you pretty proud of your persona as well.

aries sun conjunct aries mercury: you express your ego and identity through your words and ideas. you’re very opinionated and you protect strongly your beliefs. after all, you probably came up with your ideals after thinking deeply about them, you were too precise to be wrong. you’re also probably an avid reader, and you could do well in writing yourself, as you’re able to properly convey your ideals with your words. also, your heavy libra dominance makes you naturally good at writing poetry, or even romance. your mind is very active, and you feel comfortable letting all your thoughts out. it’s actually a way to relieve stress. you also have a wide vocabulary, and you’re capable of making a formal speech if you have to. you have a memorable way of speaking, as your words are very sharp. it’s hard for you to be ignored for your intellect.

aries sun square capricorn mars: you’re extremely passionate about the things you love, you strive to be perfect at them, and your perfectionist, libra nature confirms this. this could make you quite competitive, as your libra rising wants to succeed and be always right. I feel like you don’t really enjoy being in the spotlight; you’d rather avoid conflicts, or at least not be the center of them. yet, sometimes it’s hard for you not be aggressive. I don’t think it happens often, but you can be very blunt and rude if someone truly gets on your nerves. this, paired up with your aquarius moon, makes you sort of dramatic. as long as you don’t react like this too often, I don’t think it’s a big issue though.

🌙 moon in aquarius, 9° / 1st decan ruled by uranus

with the moon in aquarius, you must be very unpredictable. you’re the type to change your mind often, probably because you’re constantly coming up with new thoughts and theories since you’re so intellectually active. you seem emotionally cold, and you may actually be like that. in your case though, I see that with your heavy water energy, you feel so much all at once that at one point you need to detach from reality to calm down. even though you have troubles showing this side of you, you’re deeply quite sensitive. you’re very creative and intelligent, even though you may risk to waste this potential of yours; in fact, I’ve noticed that most aquarius moons tend to put their intelligence aside because they’re way too rebel to keep up with it. it’s such a shame. perhaps, in school you didn’t really push yourself to the max, or overall you don’t give all of yourself to things that are not of your interest. you’re only a perfectionist with things you care about, and this could make you waste some of your potential. this placement, considering that it’s also conjunct your neptune, makes you extremely spiritual. you may have some sort of psychic talent, or at least you’re just very intuitive. you’re interested in finding out the truth in the world, and you’re willing to dive deep to uncover it.

aquarius moon opposite leo jupiter: you enjoy making different experiences and living your life to the fullest, making you also a risk-taker. you may lack self-control, especially with your unpredictable aquarius moon. with this trait you get bored easily, and you may have a reputation for being flaky. you tend to overindulge; you may spend too much money, or even develop eating disorders like binge-eating. at least, you're able to build your life again and have a fresh start, but you risk to get stuck in this cycle. you have the potential to master different talents, but you may struggle to develop them due to this placement. you're a procrastinator, and you find it hard to focus on more things at the same time. you may also attract people with different beliefs and ideas from you, causing you to fall out with them easily. there are also positive sides to this placement, though! you're probably naturally lucky, even though luck may not always be by your side. you have a nice sense of humor, making you more likeable to contrast your aries sun.

🗣 mercury in aries, 12° / 2nd decan ruled by mars and the sun

you are a fast-thinker, even though that doesn't mean you always take the right choices. in fact, you can change your mind very often. you probably have a beautiful, melodic voice, even though it's likely very loud. you also speak as fast as you think, making it hard sometimes to keep up with you in a speech. you could also switch from a topic to another casually. you don't really enjoy thinking about the past nor the future, you only care about the present and you live it they way you feel; hence, you're not really the type to care about learning from your mistakes. you always see the positive side of them, which can be both good and bad actually. that's because you're quite stubborn, it's hard to make you change your mind. you're very straight-forward, and that could lead you to conflicts as you don't understand the impact your words have on others.

aries mercury square capricorn mars: this placement makes you slightly more aggressive with your words. in fact, it makes you look more assertive and almost bossy. you could often attack people with words when you get angry, and you can get quite provocative too. even though you’re quite controversial for the way you speak, you’re still very sensitive to others’ words. your self-esteem tends to find its base mostly on others’ opinion about you, and you always look for reassurance from your loved ones. to deal with this hard aspect, you need to think before you speak. if you have troubles understanding others’ feelings, just think about how you’d love to be treated. patience will just come naturally to you.

❤️ venus in pisces, 0° / 1st decan ruled by neptune

you’re hopelessly romantic, to the point that you almost look naive. you’re not simply looking for a partner or spouse, you’re looking for a soulmate; someone you can literally communicate with just using your eyes, someone that knows how to make you feel even messier on the inside. you like to nurture and feel nurtured in a relationship. your ideal lover would be sensitive and empathetic, yet still with a sort of rebel vibe to them. this placement is indeed very lovely, but it has its downsides too, of course. the problem is, pisces makes you idealize your crushes/partners way too much, to the point that you create an image of someone in your head that turns out to be the opposite at the end. you ignore your partner’s flaws, as they seem perfect to you. pisces also attracts 'broken’ persons, so you may be prone to find yourself people with any kind of illness or addiction. you also have the tendency to fall for people who may hurt you because they’re unavailable, either physically or emotionally. you could possibly also crush on celebrities, movie characters etc. that’s because you’re more the type to fall in love with love, rather than with the actual person.

☄️ mars in capricorn, 14° / 2nd decan ruled by saturn and venus

you can get scary when you want, especially with your aries dominance. you're a serious competitor, as your mind is very strategic. your ambition makes you want to be the best wherever you are, and you may actually overwork yourself to achieve your goals. establishing your status is important for you. you may not be the type to act instantly, you prefer taking your time to follow a plan. in fact, you probably write down what you have to do in an agenda, or even in your phone's notes app. you have this strong sense of duty, as you feel 100% responsible of your fate. you're sure that, if you don't work hard, you don't deserve success and recognition. in fact, you don't take orders from others, you are your own boss. you could have materialistic tendencies, as wealth is what motivates you the most to work or just take action in general. you may often experience burnouts, as capricorn, especially in mars, brings intense workaholic tendencies.

🏡 houses

your 1st house is in libra. you have a peaceful approach to the world; you most likely don’t like conflicts, you prefer avoiding them, even though you may have some troubles with that due to your impulsive and fiery aries sun. you probably care a lot about your appearance, and because of that you could get insecure from time to time. usually, people with libra in their 1st house look for themselves in others, as their chart is basically upside down. yet, since you aries placements as well you don’t depend on others as much as other libra risings. you’re still a free-spirit, you’re able to stand up and you come off as more fierce than the typical libra ascendant. physically, you may also have stronger features: you could have a strong jawline, a wide forehead, a distinctive nose and thinner lips than other libras.

your 2nd house is in scorpio. this placement can make you seem a bit selfish. in fact, you’re extremely possessive of your possessions, you don’t want to share them with others. there’s a lot of karma around your finances. in fact, if you’re too stingy, it may bite your butt. you need to give in order to receive, so I’d suggest you to share your things more with others. you could share a meal with a friend, for example. you’ll surely get something positive back from it. your finances may not be stable either; they are in constant change, and while this placement can make you earn quite a great amount of money, it can also make you lose everything you have. no inbetweens. the 2nd house is also about self-esteem, your relationship with your appearance. you have contrasting feelings about it; some days, you’re very confident. other days, you hate yourself. you may find flaws in every single picture you take or every pants you try on. it’s a very intense placement, as you may often feel as if you need to change your appearance in order to love yourself. based on other placements in your chart, it could manifest in spending money in a new wardrobe for example, as you feel like changing your style would help you boost your self-confidence.

your 3rd house is in sagittarius, with also your pluto and mars placed there. this is an amazing placement for a writer! you’re extremely open-minded and philosophical. you’d probably do great at poetry or just literature in general. you’re thirsty for knowledge, you aspire to learn everything you can, you enjoy being smart and educated. you most likely love comedy, and you have an amazing sense of humor yourself, you’re able to light up the room and make everyone burst into laughter even if you don’t mean to. you’re also very intelligent, you’re able to memorize things fast and you’re also a fast-learner. you may be less into gossips than other libras, as you’re very benevolent and considerate of others’ feelings. in addition, you’re able to see the good in everyone, there’s no reason for you to talk behind someone’s back. actually, it’s the opposite. you’re quite impulsive, you say things as they are. you probably love witty jokes and sarcasm. you’re extremely honest when you think and speak, and most of the times you have no problems expressing your opinions. you could possibly be very good with words and be good at convincing and manipulating others. your mind is very deep, you’re probably not really into small talks. you may also love anything that is considered taboo, like astrology, horror, nudity, death… you’re also quite secretive, you’re seen as an enigma. you don’t want to share much about you. last but not least, you value honesty above all. you only speak the truth, and hence you also want it back. you may as well be into conspiracy theories, science and anything that can expose what’s behind the universe, the government etc.

your 4th house is in capricorn, with also the moon and neptune placed there. I can tell that your childhood was quite complex. not necessarily bad, I don't see any kind of trauma, but you probably had to grow up way sooner than other kids. your parents could have been very hard-working and focused on their jobs, possibly wealthy too. they were very responsible and cared a lot about you, they always made sure you had everything you needed, even though they could have been slightly absent from time to time due to their jobs. people with a capricorn ic usually find something missing in their childhood, they had to deal with responsibilities from a young age. it could even be that you started working when you were still a teen, or maybe you had to take care of the house or of your siblings for them. you weren’t much extroverted, you preferred staying in, drawing, playing games etc. it could also be that one of your parents may be absent; they could be divorced, or in the worst case they might have died when you were pretty young.

your 5th house is in aquarius, with also venus and uranus sitting there. you’re extremely creative, your ideas are very innovative, and you may have particular hobbies, interests or taste than others. when you’re able to fully express yourself, you gain full security and you start experimenting and inventing new things. you could be the type to start new fashion trends, music styles, art styles… basically, you’re a creative genius. your hobbies may also involve astrology, as well as human studies like psychology, or also anything that has to do with technology. you may be into videogames for example, tv series, social media… they’re your way to spend your free-time and relax. your relationships may also be very unconventional; you could usually date people online, or perhaps you may have the potential to meet someone through dating apps. they’re quite unstable, they may end out of the blue for example. yet, venus here makes it better; in fact, you’ll be able to achieve the best of your luck through creative outlets. again, if I were in you I’d definitely try writing something! you may also dedicate yourself to fashion, art, music, etc., anything that stimulates your creativity. you're very picky, as you have high expectations for your future partner. you always try to be at your best state, and you want those who surround you to be perfect too. it's hard for you to fall for someone, as you take everything in consideration: personality, physical appearance, fashion sense... it may look like it is too much, but once you find the right one that truly satisfies your standards, you're in for a long ride.

your 6th house is in pisces, with also your mercury and the sun placed there. in your daily life, you hardly ever have a structured schedule. you go with the flow, you take things as they come. you may often have your head in the clouds, you could get distracted easily and you may literally creative oscar-worthy movies in your head instead of doing what you need to do. your job may involve arts, images, possibly even fame. you should definitely use your creative talents for your possible career. also, you could benefit from helping others; you could be a psychologist or therapist of any kind, a nurse… any place where you’re able to help others. again, you could also help others through your art, hence with your lyrics, books, etc. when it comes to diets, workout routines, skincare routines etc. you could lack consistency, even though your libra energy makes you more motivated to take care of your appearance. you may sleep a lot, it’s easy for you to feel tired and stressed even when you’re not over-working yourself. you're very smart and insightful, and you strive for perfection; in a room, you always want to be the best, whether it's fashion-wise, or maybe at work or school. you're a perfectionist, you can't bear being #2. you're fond of art and creativity in general. you're very critical, both of yourself and of others. you don't do it with malice, though, but you want to frequent people that try to be at their best all the time, just like you after all.

your 7th house is in aries. love is most likely not your priority in life, even though you're very romantic. you need independence, and you’re able to stand up for yourself on your own. you don’t need someone else to help you. for you, love is a want, not a need. you tend to attract partners in your life that are hot-headed, stubborn, assertive and goal-oriented. they strive to be the best at everything they do, they’re extremely competitive and willing to do anything to achieve their goals. basically, you attract very dominant partners, but you don’t want to be dominated or controlled. you may often experience power struggles between you and your partner, which cause you issues in every relationship you get in. at the same time, you wouldn’t stand someone too submissive either, as you still need someone that would mentally stimulate you. they may actually be quite selfish and self-centered, they’ll care more about their own development rather than that of you two as a couple. an aries 7th house indicates that while you’ll have a very active, passionate spouse, you may also experience lots of arguments and discussions in your marriage life, perhaps even physical violence in the worst case.

your 8th house is in taurus. you have the most stable, stubborn sign in a house that requires constant change. you probably hate changing your routine and stepping out of your comfort zone. changes are hard for you to accept; you find it hard to change job all of a sudden for example, or even letting go of a toxic friend of yours can be stressful for you. also, you could be quite materialistic and fond of material possessions, causing you to be a bit too stingy, which isn’t good for your karma. another reason that this house contrasts with your 2nd house in scorpio is that you feel like you constantly need to change, but ironically slow taurus makes your changes way slower than usual. sometimes, when they happen, they’re so subtle that you probably can’t even see them or at least notice them at first. this placement may also indicate that you could get an inheritance, especially since your venus isn’t harshly aspected, and you’ll most likely have a peaceful death.

your 9th house is in gemini, with also your saturn placed there. gemini in the 9th house cusp usually makes people a bit close-minded, as they are very logical and careful in their approach to the world. you may change your ideas and opinions quite quickly, to the point that you could seem unconsistent. when learning new things, you like exploring different matters and subject, from maths to literature, but you may struggle to focus on only one. as a result, you may lack precision. you're probably a fast-learner and you're very witty and curious, you like learning about anything you can. you probably like studying, not necessarily at school but studying in general, and you may also be skilled at foreign languages. you could also be interested in foreign matters, such as cultures, music, etc. saturn could make you feel limited at first from pursuing your goals, it could be that you're not used to get out of your comfort-zone and hence you get anxious when you need to take a step forward. luckily, this gets naturally better with time, but I'd suggest you to challenge yourself for your personal growth.

your 10th house is in cancer. your career needs to be private. that doesn’t mean that you can’t become famous of course, but you prefer being more hidden at job, you may even work from home or from a young age. many celebrities with this placement, in fact, started working when they were still young. also, cancer indicates that your future job will give you the opportunity to express and / or deal with your / others’ feelings and emotions. you could become a writer, a singer, an actress, as well as a nurse, a therapist… anything that allows you to express your emotions while also communicating something is suitable for you. you could possibly also choose the same career as your parents, or you may handle the family’s business for example. you could also end up doing the job of your childhood dreams. you feel the need to pursue a meaningful career in your life, you want to feel emotionally connected to it. you don’t only want something that allows you to earn money, you also want to gain wisdom and maturity from a job, and hence you could even be a bit picky in choosing your future career. you also have jupiter in this house: you may have to travel for your job, perhaps you're going to work abroad or you're going to be known worldwide for your job. you may also work with foreign cultures and / or languages, or perhaps you could work as a professor or in anything that has to do with education.

your 11th house is in leo. with this placement, you’re probably very popular among your friends, you’re most likely the most talkative or funniest member of your group. you may also attract very popular people yourself in your friendships, perhaps even celebrities. possibly, you could even make friends that allow you to gain recognition and / or popularity, doesn’t matter whether it’s in school, job, etc. you could also have very big dreams for your future, probably regarding your career and finances. you most likely aspire to be wealthy and financially independent, you are very hard-working and possibly even a bit materialistic. you attract a lot of people in your life. whether you’re an introvert or an extrovert, you’ll always be able to have someone by your side, even though you may struggle to create stable bonds. friends come and go, basically. you may attract very fierce, almost violent friends. they’re very energetic, and probably extroverted people who like socializing and enjoying life to the fullest. you're also very hard-working, and you aspire to achieve all of your dreams.

your 12th house is in virgo. this is another placement that indicates that you are an amazing writer! in fact, the 12th house is about secret skills too, and virgo is ruled by mercury, the planet of communication. you do the math. with this placement, though, I feel like you may feel restricted from pursuing your goals, or even a career in the public eye, as you’re quite sensitive to others’ criticism about you. you strive to be perfect all the time, and your libra rising wants to constantly have a nice reputation. a scandal, or even simple haters, would probably be the end of you. you also have venus placed here, meaning that deep down, you actually crave affection from someone else. yet, you may be afraid, or perhaps too shy to approach a possible partner. but remember, the 12th house is also the house of secret talents! in fact, especially with your libra rising, you’re extremely likeable. you shouldn’t be afraid of not being liked back, for example. remember that your love life will get better with time, as you become more mature in that field.

❤️ love life, soulmates

in love you attract aries, aquarius, sagittarius, scorpio, leo, gemini and / or virgo traits or placements. your future spouse will most likely have scorpio and sagittarius traits placements; they’ll be very smart, creative, bold and confident, but also with a warm heart and a hidden insecurity to them. it could be love at first sight, and you may meet them through other people, most likely at work too, after your 27/28 years old. your children will have strong aquarius, possibly taurus, capricorn and libra placements. they’ll be very dreamy, they’ll have big goals for their life, and they’ll also be extremely intelligent and creative as well.

👶🏻 family life

your mother is probably a very caring person that knows how to stand up for herself when she has to, but she may struggle to do that. she’s very smart, caring and empathetic, even though she may be a bit childish at times. she could have cancer placements in her chart, possibly sagittarius and pisces too. your father, on the other hand, is a bit more serious and focused on work, but he always made sure you always had what you needed. he was probably the strict parent in the family, but he still has some sweetness and nice humor to him. also, he may have capricorn, aquarius, sagittarius or cancer placements in his chart. if you have siblings, they most likely have sagittarius, scorpio and / or aries placements in their chart. they could be foreign or skilled at foreign languages, and you may feel very at ease with them. you have an amazing bond with them, you’re able to both relax and have fun together, even though you may discuss often. you could have been very jealous of each other when you were kids, maybe.

📊 career

as I've already mentioned above, you're going to pursue a career that will allow you to interact with others. you would probably do amazing at a job that requires you to help people, you could make a great nurse, therapist or psychologist for instance, you're going to be a very nurturing figure for others. you may also work as a teacher of any kind, not necessarily a professor or school teacher. I definitely see you being successful in whatever you choose, you could become very independent and financially stable thanks to your job. possibly, you may also have a business with your future spouse or family. you could also work with children or for family, as a counselor for example. anything that allows you to interact with and help others would be great for you, as it would make you more empathetic and sensitive to the external world.

👕 fashion sense, style analysis

you probably have a very particular style. it probably descrives who you are. you may be into traditional pieces of clothing that are always a must: cardigans, blazers, plain t-shirts, jeans etc. you probably wear natural shades of colours, hence white, beige, grey etc. or maybe also pastel colors. you may also be into retro fashion trends, especially 70s/80s. you don't like following fashion trends, you prefer making your own.

👁 past life, life purpose

during your past life, you probably didn’t have as many challenges as in this life. you most likely used to be very independent and stable; perhaps, you were rich, hence you didn’t really need to rely on others to survive. in this lifetime, you need to put your independency aside, you need to trust people and develop strong bonds with them. your path to luck and abundance may be long and steep, but you may achieve great personal success in this lifetime thanks to your relationships with others. you just need to work on your self-esteem and have stable finances without being too materialistic, you shouldn’t over-indulge. money is important, but you probably won't struggle with that in this lifetime, so focus on feeling comfortable with others. you may be meant to marry someone rich, or perhaps you're going to get an inheritance.

🤔 major transits analysis / june 10th

jupiter is currently transiting your 5th house, making a conjunction with your natal uranus. you may experience random luck in these days, for instance you may find money on the ground while working or you could casually meet a new friend or partner. yet, you also need to be careful to transit mars in the 11th house being conjunct your natal jupiter, as you could be more impulsive than usual and you may end up arguing with others, most likely with your friends.

🧿 manifest what you want, secret skills

the best way for you to manifest is idealizing and acting at the same time. you have both energies combined in your chart, which is great actually! I’d suggest you to first picture what you want in your life, and then do something concrete to manifest it. for example, let’s suppose you want this gucci bag; first, think about it deeply. then, you could try going into a gucci shop and just walk around, maybe even touch that bag. you’ll get results if you believe it! it’s also great to write and read/listen your own positive affirmations, such as 'I love my gucci bag’, 'the gucci bag my mom gave me is amazing’ and so on.

and this is it! thank you again for booking a reading, hope it resonated with you :)

- libramc xx

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Angels & Devils Part VII : Green Light

Tomorrow x Together Fanfiction

~ p a r t s : main post || prologue || part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5 || part 6 || part 7 || part 8 || part 9 || part 10 || part 11 || part 12 || part 13 || part 14 || part 15 || part 16 || part 17 ~ p a i r i n g : love triangle involving choi soobin and choi yeonjun ~ g e n r e : high school au | some social media au | some fluff & angst | childhood friends | love triangle ~ l a n g u a g e : English ~ w a r n i n g : contains swearing, alcohol, kissing (?) and may contain mature themes (angst, etc.) ~ a / n : This will be my first fanfic (go easy on me pls) and i’m just writing this as I go along, so bear with me juseyo The setting (place/country) of the story is up to the reader’s interpretation ~ s u m m a r y : What should she choose? Han Baby: the new girl with a troubled past MO Academy: her new high school Choi Soobin: student council president, member of the Ecosave club, volunteer at the Humane Treatment of Animals, member of the Honor Society, a vocalist in the Jazzed club, the school’s all around golden boy Choi Yeonjun: leader of the Dance club, star of the Jazzed club, the school’s it boy with a bad rep 5 best friends, 1 new girl, 1 childhood friendship, 1 epic love triangle? What will this school year bring?

“No?” Yeonjun asks.

B nods her head. “No.”

He raises a brow at her. “But you just nodded.”

“Yeah, I was saying ‘yes’ to your ‘no?’.” B explains.

“Wait, so you’re saying yes?”

B lets out a huff. “Yeonjun, seriously—”

The blue-haired boy laughs. “Baby, I’m kidding. Don’t worry, I understand. May I ask why, though?” He was genuinely curious. Was he expecting to get shot down? Not really. But was he expecting her to say yes? Kind of. When Choi Yeonjun asks someone out, he almost always gets a yes on the first try.

“We’re friends, you and I.” B starts, her eyes starting to dart around the shed as she continues. “And my best friend is one of your best friends. I don’t want to mess up our friendship group’s dynamic by going out with you and then being dumped by you and then having everything crash and burn afterwards.”

“What ‘group dynamic?’ What ‘being dumped?’ What ‘having everything crash and burn?’ How are you so sure that all that is gonna happen?” Yeonjun asks. He had to keep himself from chuckling and maintain a straight face, because as ridiculous as it all sounded to him, he knew that she was serious and he wanted to treat it seriously.

“If I go out with you and you and I don’t work out, everything between us will get awkward. I know Ningning’s my best friend, but the boys will definitely pick your side, so I’ll probably have to find a new group of friends to hang out with.” B explains.

“Baby, I promise you, we won’t end up like that. If you agree to go out with me, nothing will change. We’ll all still be friends. You won’t lose us.” Yeonjun says reassuringly.

“And how would you know? Have you ever dated someone from your circle of friends before?” B asks, raising a brow.

“God no. As attractive as my friends are, I don’t think I could ever see myself going out with any of them. I mean, Hyuka’s like a baby brother to me, Taehyun is too perfect it’s kinda intimidating, and Beomgyu just isn’t my type. I mean, I think Soobin and I could work if we gave it a shot, but I don’t think he’d be interested.” Yeonjun says jokingly.

“Yeonjun, come on. You know what I mean.” B says, letting out a small laugh.

“Okay, I haven’t. But look at Gyu and Ryujin for example. Sure, they weren’t in the same friend group, but they were friends and they dated, and then they went back to being friends. Friendships don’t have to crash and burn just because of a few dates.” Yeonjun says defensively.

“Yeah, okay, Gyu and Ryu managed to stay friends. But if things don’t work out between you and I—” B starts, until Yeonjun interrupts her.

“But what if they do...” he says quietly.

“What?” B says, unable to hear him properly.

“But what if they do? What if we do? What if things between us work out?” Yeonjun asks.

B’s quiet for a moment before slowly starting again. “It’s not just our friendship I’m worried about, you know. I just moved here, I’m going through a big adjustment period in my life right now, and I’m just starting to make friends and establish a routine, and I like that you’re a part of it. I like seeing you everyday, I like that we’re classmates for at least 1 period and that I get to hang out with you and eat lunch with you and the rest of the boys.” she says, and as positive as it all sounded, Yeonjun had a feeling he knew what she’d say next. “But I’m not ready to change any of it. I like you, Yeonjun, enough to at least enjoy seeing you everyday. But I’m not ready to do anything that could change how things in my life are right now.”

Yeonjun nods. “It’s alright, Baby. I understand.” he says sincerely, looking right at her eyes. She really did look sorry, but at the same time her eyes kept darting back and forth between his and the ground. He could tell she was being sincere, but it looked like there was something more that she didn’t want to say. She was fairly easy to read, but he couldn’t decipher what else could possibly be on her mind.

“So that’s why I’m saying no. I’m really sorry, Yeonjun. I like our friendship too much right now to let anything get in the way of it.” she says, her eyes meeting his.

“You like our friendship too much right now? What about, say, in 2 weeks? Do you think you’d feel differently about our friendship then?” Yeonjun asks innocently.

“Yeah, if you suddenly become unbearably annoying in the next 2 weeks, that could definitely change.” B says sarcastically. “I don’t know, Yeonjun. It’s not like I can see into the future or anything, but I don’t think anything could change how I feel about us in a span of 2 weeks.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Baby. Everything can change in 2 weeks.” Yeonjun says mysteriously. When B raises a brow at him, he just smiles at her with a glint in his eye. “You’ll see. Now c’mon, let’s get back in there before they come looking for us.” he says, opening the door and leading her out of the shed.

•°•

It had only been 2 hours since she turned Yeonjun down, but looking at him now, B was starting to regret it just a tiny bit.

The boys had been rehearsing in Soobin’s house for an hour now. They hadn’t really been singing or rapping as Taehyun hinted they would be. They were working on the choreography and mostly polishing their positions and transitions, and as impressively sharp and coordinated as they all were, she had to admit that she couldn’t keep her eyes off of Yeonjun.

The blue haired boy could dance.

Simply the way he moved made him stand out. His movements were completely controlled yet so effortlessly executed, as if dance were a language and his body was highly fluent. She could see now why girls would go crazy when they see him perform, and a small part of her was starting to regret turning him down, even though she knew it was silly. Him being an amazing dancer shouldn’t be a factor to take into consideration when deciding whether not she would date him.

But still. She caught herself staring at him more than she’d like to admit. It was only when Kai threw himself onto the carpeted floor and yelled “Water break!” when she snapped out of it and stood up with a jolt.

“I’ll get you guys water, consider me as your unofficial water girl. That’ll be 5 water bottles, right?” B says, volunteering. “Uh, I guess I’ll get them from the fridge…?” she says, trailing off.

Soobin laughs, wiping sweat from his forehead before saying “Alright, I’ll show you where they are. Come on.”

B nods as she follows Soobin out of the room and downstairs towards the kitchen.

“So what do you think of our performance so far?” Soobin asks. “I know I’m not the best dancer, so it’s okay, you can be as brutally honest as you want.”

“Soobin, you guys are amazing. If the choreography looked that good, I can’t wait to see what the singing and rapping will sound like! And shut up, you’re a great dancer.” B says, playfully shoving his arm.

Soobin smiles, a bit embarrassed. “Thanks. You’ll only have to wait 2 more days until you see the whole thing, so I hope you look forward to it.”

“You bet I am! I didn’t know Ningning could dance either. Growing up, he was very interested in singing and playing different instruments, but I never knew he could rap and dance as well.” B says, amazed.

Soobin nods. “The Jazzed club helped a lot of us with honing in skills that we didn’t even know we had. It definitely helped me a lot with feeling more confident about myself. I used to be insanely shy until Yeonjun convinced me to join Jazzed club. Since then, I’ve even had the courage to take on the responsibility of being Student Council President, which is something I never thought I’d see myself doing.” he says bashfully.

“Wow Soobin, were you really that shy? I’m glad you’ve come out of your shell then, you’re doing great as far as I can tell. I guess being in Jazzed club helped you a lot then.” B says, smiling at him.

“You wouldn’t believe how shy I was.” Soobin laughs. “And yeah, it really has. Are you interested in joining? I think you’d like it.”

B thinks about it for a moment. “It looks like a lot of fun, and you guys make it seem so amazing. But I have to admit that I’ve never really been musically inclined? Don’t get me wrong, I tried really hard to learn how to play instruments when I was younger. Ningning tried to teach me how to play the piano, but I just couldn’t ever get it right. The most musical thing I can do is sing, but I don’t think I’m very good at that either, and besides, anyone can sing if they try hard enough.”

“I’m not great at instruments either, but I sang a lot while I was growing up and it was something I enjoyed doing. Never in my whole life did I ever think I’d be dancing on a stage in front of an audience though, but that also changed when I joined the club.” Soobin admitted.

“I really can’t wait to see you perform. I’ll get a front row seat, and I’ll be the one screaming my lungs out.” B says, laughing.

“If that’s the case then I’ll make sure to dance my heart out. I mean, if you’re gonna be giving it all with your lungs, might as well give it my best with all my heart as well.” Soobin says.

“Looking forward to seeing it.” B says, smiling up at him just as they reach the kitchen. “Oh, by the way, we should probably post stuff for our creative writing project too.”

“Oh, sure. Got any good pics from last night? I think I might have one.” Soobin says, whipping his phone out.

“I should probably be the one to post something though, since you posted something first.” B says, also taking out her phone. “We should each have at least one post every week.”

Soobin nods in agreement.

The two continue to look through their camera rolls until B exclaims “Ooh, I’ve got one!”

“Alright, I wanna see it.” Soobin says, attempting to look over B’s shoulder to peak at her phone.

“No way, you’ll see it when you post it! Let me just think of a caption.” B says, shielding her phone from Soobin’s curious eyes as she types out a caption.

Soobin’s phone pings with a notification, and he checks it.

“Oh wow, I knew we took selfies together but who took this photo?” Soobin asks, transfixed. Were they really that close together last night? He had to admit that he wasn’t completely sober so the night was a bit fuzzy, but he didn’t realize that he had ever been in such proximity with B. Other than the moment she whipped cake off his face, of course. At the memory of that, he felt his cheeks start to warm up again.

“I think Yuna or Ryujin did? I’m sure it was one of them. We all airdropped each other all the photos we took from last night. There are a lot stolen photos, and most of them were highly unflattering, but this one seemed alright.” B says.

“Yeah, it seems alright.” Soobin says as he looks at the post again, noting how their faces were side by side, he could’ve rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Alright, now show me where the water bottles are.” B says, pocketing her phone.

“The what?” Soobin asks, his mind still on the post.

“The water bottles? I need to bring at least 5, which I probably couldn’t have carried all on my own, so it’s actually really good that you’re here. Now, where are they?” B asks.

“Ah, right. They’re here in the fridge.” Soobin says, walking over to the fridge and grabbing as much bottles as he could. “We’re gonna need way more than 5 by the way, so let’s just take as much as we can for now.”

“Alright, let’s go.” B says, cradling 4 bottles in her arms as Soobin pushes the refrigerator door close with his foot, his arms full of water bottles.

“Let’s go.” Soobin says, and the 2 of them head back to the designated practice room.

•°•

On Monday morning, B had to walk to school alone.

It was club recruitment day, and Taehyun had told her beforehand that he’d be going to school an hour earlier that usual in order to prepare for the busy day, especially since he was the vice president of the student council.

“Do you still wanna walk together, though? Or would you rather sleep in for an extra hour?” Taehyun had asked her through text the night before.

Of course, she chose sleep. As much as she loved walking with Taehyun to school everyday, she did not want to get up an hour earlier than she had to.

“Nah, it’s fine. I can walk alone. I’m sure it’ll be a busy day for you anyway, so don’t worry about me.” she responded.

Now, here she was, entering the campus alone.

She was surprised by how busy it was. Along the school grounds, several booths were set up, each with at least 3 people, calling people over, handing out flyers, holding up signup sheets. Most booths had small exhibits, music playing out of portable speakers, and some booths were even giving away snacks or candies to attract more people.

She was so amazed and overwhelmed by the scene in front of her that she almost didn’t notice Beomgyu approaching her with a polaroid camera and taking a quick picture of her.

“Ha! Gotcha, B!” Beomgyu says, laughing as he cradles his camera, waiting for the picture he just took to develop. Once it was done, he flapped it around for a bit before laughing and pocketing the picture. “That was a good one.”

“Gyu! Oh god, you surprised me. Didn’t see you coming. And what’s with the picture? Can I see it?” B says, a fist clutched to her chest. “Wow, so this is what club recruitment day is like?” she asks, looking around in amazement.

Beomgyu stands beside her and nods. “Nah, I think I’ll keep the picture to myself for now. And yup, pretty much. It can be pretty intimidating for freshmen and new students, but it’s all really fun.” he says. “In the morning we have the booths wherein people can check out what clubs are around, in the afternoon there’s the visitations so people can visit the rooms to check out what the clubs are like, then from 3PM onwards there’s the showcase in the auditorium wherein each club can put together a skit or performance to show off what they’ve got.” he explains.

B nods. “Wow, it seems so exciting.”

“It’s one of the busiest days of the school year, and it’s one of the hardest events to plan since it’s at the very start of the school year, so we were working on it even during the summer before classes started.” Beomgyu admits. “I’m part of 4 clubs, not including the student council, so it was a lot of work for me too. Especially since I’m the head of the Journalism club and in charge of the school paper.” he pouts.

“Aw, Gyu, it all looks great. You’ve done a great job.” B says, giving the boy a pat on the back. “Is that why you’re going around with a camera, by the way? For the school paper?”

Beomgyu nods. “Nah, these pictures are for my personal documentation though if I get any interesting pictures, I could use them for the paper. I do have a documentation team going around with cameras as well, but I like being behind the lens. Say cheese.” he says before quickly capturing a stolen photo of B once again.

“Gyu!” B screeches, caught off guard. “I better not see my face in any pictures on the school paper this month.”

“Don’t worry, I get to do final approvals for everything before each edition gets published.” Beomgyu says reassuringly. He smiles as the picture finishes printing and tucks it away in his pocket once again. “By the way, you interested?” he asks.

“In the school paper?” B asks. “Maybe. I write but I’m not sure if I’m any good at it, and I’m no pro at cameras either. I actually don’t know what clubs I might join.” B admits.

“Oh, maybe I can help you with that. I can walk with you for a bit, show you around the booths, try to see if anything interests you.” Beomgyu offers, which B gladly accepts.

“Are you interested in anything in particular? Got any hobbies?” Beomgyu asks as they begin walking around.

“Hm, I’m not sure. Got any clubs about reading? Or anything about animals?” B asks hopefully.

“For reading? I think there’s the literature club. That’ll be nice if you’re a fan of books and poetry and stuff. And if you’re an animal lover, you should definitely check out the HTA. That’s the Humane Treatment of Animals club. They’ve set up an animal shelter within the school and do a lot of volunteer work with animal rescue and stuff.” Beomgyu says.

“Okay, now those sound very interesting to me.” B says. “Do you know where their booths are? Can you show me?”

Beomgyu nods. “The council was highly involved in planning for today’s activities, and we had to approve of the booth layouts, so I think I remember where the booths are positioned. This way.” he says, leading them through rows of booths.

B could see then how much of a big deal extracurricular activities were at MOA. All the students seemed to be pumping with energy. She’d lost count of the number of times she had been offered flyers for different clubs by the time they reached the booth for the literature club.

The students managing the booth engaged her in a quick introduction about the club and their activities and had given her a flyer as well. Included in the flyer was the location of the club’s room and the schedule for the day. She gladly accepted it and put her name into the signup sheet.

“Alright, that’s good. Your first signup! Next stop, the HTA. I believe their booth is this way, right next to the—” Beomgyu begins, but he’s cut off by a shrill shriek.

“Baba! Baba!” Kai squeals as Beomgyu and B walk past the Art Club’s booth.

“—Art Club.” Beomgyu finishes, as Kai runs over from inside the booth, right to where they were standing.

Kai gives B a big hug as he joins her side. “Baba! Come check out the Art Club!” Kai says excitedly.

“Ningning, hey!” B says, surprised to see him.

“Wait you two, say cheese real quick.” Beomgyu says, pointing his polaroid camera at them. The 2 happily oblige and instantly pose, with Kai wrapping an arm around B’s waist and B lifting an arm up all the way to the top of Kai’s head in a peace sign, and Beomgyu pockets the picture once it’s done.

“Are you here to check out the Art Club?” Kai says excitedly.

“Ah, the Art Club. Of course.” she says, eyeing the booth. “I almost forgot that you were the president.”

“Of course I’m the president. My club’s the best club on the campus. Here, take a flyer.” Kai says, practically shoving one into her hands. “You too, Gyu.” he says, as he shoves one in the boy’s face. “By the way, what are you doing with Baba? I thought you were supposed to be manning the Journalism Club’s booth.” he asks suspiciously.

“Psh, just ‘cause I’m club president doesn’t mean I should be stuck watching over the booth. It’s all a matter of delegation.” Beomgyu says smugly. “Besides, I’d rather be walking around and capturing all the action than be stuck behind a booth all morning.”

Kai looks torn for a moment, like he wanted to abandon his booth and join Beomgyu and B, but he just shakes his head. “As much as I’d love to join you guys, I can’t abandon my booth. Not at the last minute, at least.” he says, pouting.

B laughs at the boy. “C’mon, Ningning, you’re doing great. Look, your signup sheet’s all full already!” she says, noticing the clipboard on the table.

“Don’t worry, we always have room for more. Here.” Kai says, taking the clipboard and flipping the sheet over to reveal another page full of free space. “Sign up, Baba! It won’t automatically mean you’re signing up to be a member, but it saves you a spot for the room visits this afternoon.” he adds, noting how hesitant B looked.

“Alright, I guess it wouldn’t hurt.” B says, signing her name on the sheet. She had no intentions of joining the art club since she was never talented at any form of art, but she figured it wouldn’t hurt to check it out, especially since her best friend was the president of the club.

“Yay, thanks Baba! See you later!” Kai says excitedly. “Where are you guys headed, anyway? Signed up for any other clubs yet?” he asks.

“We were headed to the HTA booth.” Beomgyu answers.

“Ah yeah, I almost forgot how much of an animal lover you are.” Kai says. “Their booth is right next door.”

“Yeah, I’m actually thinking of getting a pet soon, since I have my own apartment now.” B says. “Alright, we’ll check out the booth now. Later, Ningning!” she says, waving at her best friend as she and Beomgyu walk away.

“Are you really thinking of getting a pet for your apartment?” Beomgyu asks curiously. “What kind of pet would you want?”

“I like a lot of animals, I find them all really adorable.” B admits. “But I think I’d really want to get a cat, or maybe a couple of bunnies.”

“Oh, are those your favorite animals?” Beomgyu asks. “I’ve got a pet parrot, his name is Toto. You should meet him someday, he’s really sweet.” he says fondly.

Just then, they see Soobin standing outside the HTA booth, handing out flyers to people passing by. There was just one detail about him that caused Beomgyu and B to burst out laughing instantly.

He was wearing bunny ears made out of balloons on his head.

Beomgyu quickly snapped a picture with his polaroid camera while B quickly whipped her phone out to take pictures as well.

The sound of their laughter and the flash from Beomgyu’s camera caused Soobin to notice them, and his face instantly went red as he did.

“Gyu! B! What are you doing?” he wails, covering his face and turning away from them.

“Soobin! You look adorable!” B manages to say in between bursts of laughter.

“So this is how the HTA manages to get so many recruits every year.” Beomgyu says, amused. “Now I’m not surprised. Using you as a mascot is genius. No one can resist you, Soobinie.” he says teasingly.

“Oh, shut up.” Soobin says, his face still red. “What are you guys even doing here?”

“I was just helping B find clubs that she might be interested in.” Beomgyu says, casually draping an arm over her shoulders. “She says she’s an animal lover, so I figured she’d wanna check out the HTA, and now here we are. And here you are.”

B nods. “Yeah, Gyu told me that the club do a lot of volunteer work and even set up an animal shelter within the school, and I was instantly hooked. I really love animals.” she says with a twinkle in her eye.

Soobin smiles. “You’ve come to the right place, then. Here, have a flyer.” he says, offering her a flyer, which she gladly accepts.

She reads through the flyer then, her excitement to join the club growing by the minute. “Oh wow, now this is my kinda club.” she says. “Are you the club president, Soobin?”

“Yup. You interested? Wanna sign up?” he asks hopefully.

“Definitely! I’m already looking forward to joining.” B says, as Soobin hands her the clipboard with the signup sheet, which she gamely signs.

“Great! I guess we’ll be expecting you to drop by the club sometime after lunch for the visitations? The club’s location is on the flyer, so try your best not to lose it.” Soobin says.

“Sure thing. See you then.” B says excitedly.

“Hey, you two, say cheese!” Beomgyu says, pointing his polaroid camera at them. Soobin and B stand side by side and smile, but Beomgyu lowers his camera as he looks at them. “Okay, maybe pose a bit and say cheese? Come on, don’t just stand there.” he whines.

Soobin gives Beomgyu a look and B just rolls her eyes. She holds her arms out to Soobin and slowly steps closer towards him until her arms surrounded his body, and she closed them around him. He lets out a surprised laugh and decides to go along with it as he wraps his arms around her too. Slightly embarrassed, she squeezes her eyes shut and smiles. Just then, Beomgyu snaps a picture.

“Okay, that was a pretty good shot.” he says. He holds it up once its done developing, examining it one more time, before pocketing it.

“You know, that’s like the 4th picture you’ve taken of me this morning, yet I haven’t seen a single one of them.” B says as she steps away from Soobin. “Can I have at least one of them?” she asks.

“Nope, I keep all of the polaroids that I take. I’ve got a whole collection of them. I can print you out some copies if you want, though.” Beomgyu offers,

“Yes please, I’d really like that.” B says. “I’d also like to see your collection someday. Seems interesting.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to show you if you ever stop by my place.” Beomgyu says. “Well, that’s all the club you wanted to check out, right? Anything else you wanna do before lunch? Wanna check out other booths? I think Tyun’s managing the Debate Club’s booth, and Yeonjun’s probably at the Dance Club’s booth. We can stop by the Journalism club’s booth too so I can see how things are going.” Beomgyu offers.

“Sure thing, whatever you wanna do, Gyu. Lead the way.” B says.

“Alright, let’s go! See you later, Soobin.” Beomgyu says to the boy with the bunny ears.

“See you later.” Soobin responds.

“I’ll be sure to drop by the HTA later. See you then!” B says, giving a small wave before Beomgyu drags her along with him and they disappear into the booths once again.

•°•

“Hold still.”

“I’m trying.”

“Try harder, just hold still.”

“I literally haven’t moved since you started.”

“I said hold still, Baba!” Kai exclaims, trying his best to sketch her as accurately as possible.

“I am!” B says, smiling through her teeth. It was already after lunch, and visitations had already started. Her first stop was at the Literature Club, and it seemed interesting enough. They presented more information about the club and what activities they’d be offering for the school year. She was on her way to the HTA when she ran into Kai, who all but kidnapped her and dragged her into the Art Club.

She figured spending a few minutes in the art club wouldn’t hurt, especially since Kai had been so excited to pull her into the room. But then he insisted that she let him do a quick sketch of her, and B realized a little too late that it meant she’d have to stick around a little bit longer than she had planned.

It’s been 15 minutes since Kai had first told her to hold still, and she was starting to lose patience. When her phone alarmed with a notification, she was relieved to have an excuse to move. She sees that it’s a message from Soobin and she replies as quick as she can.

B locked her phone and put it back in her pocket, feeling much more better than she did a minute ago. She told herself that she only had to hold still for 5 more minutes, and she hoped that Kai would let her go once Soobin arrived.

Sure enough, after 5 more minutes of holding still, B heard one of the art club members exclaim “President Choi! What are you doing here? Are you looking for Hueningkai?”

Kai’s head snaps up from his work upon hearing his name. “Younghoon, who are you talking to? Is that Soobin?”

The art club member, Younghoon, answers “Yes, he says he’s looking for someone.”

“Alright, welcome him in.” Kai says, putting his work down. B sighed in relief as Soobin walked into the room. When his eyes met hers, he gave her a quick wink, knowing that he was doing her a favor.

“Hyuka, hey! How’s the president of the art club doing?” Soobin says, walking over to Kai and giving his shoulders a squeeze.

“I’m doing good, we got a lot of signups today and the visits have been going really well.” Kai responds. “And how’s the president of the HTA doing?”

“Stressing out a bit, that’s actually why I’m here. I need help with tracking down one of the campus cats. We were hoping to introduce all the campus animals during recruitment day but there’s one cat that we haven’t seen around in days. All my members have their hands full with the signups and visitors, so I was hoping I could find an extra pair of helpful hands here?” Soobin says, looking pointedly at B.

“Oh, I don’t know, Soobin. The art club’s pretty busy right now, too. I could ask some of my officers if they could help you?” Kai offers.

“Nonsense, your officers should stay here. I’ll go, I’m not I’m not needed here anyway. And I already had plans to stop by the HTA, so I think it would be nice if I could help out.” B insists.

Kai lets out a sigh. “Alright, I guess I’ll finish your portrait some other time.” he says.

“You sure you won’t mind? You can stay here if you want, I can try checking out the debate club if Taehyun can help.” Soobin asks innocently. Wow, he was good at this.

B smiles. “No need for that, I’m happy to help. I love cats anyway, I’m sure it’ll be fun.”

Kai waves the two of them goodbye, and they leave the art club together.

“Is there really a missing cat around the campus?” B asks, concerned.

Soobin shakes his head. “Nope. I just made it up. The cats and dogs in campus never wander far, so it’s easy to keep track of them all.”

“Wow you’re surprisingly good at lying then.” B says, impressed. “Oh, I can’t wait to meet them all! How many animals are there in the campus.”

Soobin just gives her a smile and says “You’ll see.” as they continue to make their way across the campus until they reach the edge of the school grounds, where a small cabin was located surrounded by a garden.

“This is another part of the campus that I haven’t been to yet.” B says. “Now, I’m really glad that you came, cause I don’t think I would’ve been able to find this place on my own.”

Soobin laughs and says “You’re very welcome, then.” as they step into the threshold of the garden. “B, welcome to the Humane Treatment of Animals, or the HTA in short. The club was established a few years ago when some animal-loving students noticed just how many cats and dogs were freely roaming the campus. They decided to assemble interested members, and with the permission of the school board, they were able to have this small area built within the campus grounds as a donation.”

“That sounds pretty impressive, it’s a good thing that those students took the initiative to do all this.” B says, staring at the establishment in wonder. Soobin leads her to the small cabin and opens the door for her.

As they step into the room, they’re met with the other members and officers of the club welcoming the other students who have signed up. And also, B couldn’t help but let out a little squeal as she saw cats and dogs all around the place, some were peacefully sleeping in random spots, some were rubbing up against the students and asking for attention, and there was one white cat that was right by the door as they walked in, and gave them a little meow.

“Oh my god, who is this cutie?” B says, instantly crouching down to examine the cat, who was rubbing itself against her feet. She offers a hand in front of the cat’s face, and the cat starts to nuzzle its face into her hand, which instantly makes her melt.

“Ah, that little guy’s name is Tobin. He’s the one in the picture I sent you earlier, one of my favorites. He’s very friendly, he loves to get pets and cuddles, but he’ll beg incessantly for food once he gets a whiff of anything that smells delicious to him.” Soobin says, joining B and Tobin on the floor as he crouches down as well.

“So if I join this club, I get to hang out with Tobin and all these animals every Friday?” B asks. “Count me in.”

Soobin grins at her then. “Alright, I’ll get you a copy of the official membership form. Have it filled in before the end of the day. All forms will be collected after the showcase this afternoon, so it gives everyone enough time to finalize which clubs they want to join.”

B shakes her head. “I have zero doubts in my mind that this is the club for me. If you give me the form now, I’ll fill it up and submit it right here, on the spot.”

And so he does.

•°•

B spent the rest of the time for club visitations at the HTA, getting to know the other members and cuddling up with all the animals under the club’s care. When Soobin announced that he had to go to the auditorium to do final preparations for the showcase, B asks him if she could tag along.

“I wanna make sure to get good seats, front row, right in the center.” she says, so Soobin allows it. Once they reached the auditorium, he went backstage with the rest of the organizers and performers, and she secured 3 seats in the front row, texting Yuna and Ryujin to come join her. The auditorium was already fairly full despite there being 30 minutes before the showcase started, and soon enough Yuna and Ryujin walked in and joined her.

The three girls start catching up, talking about everything that had transpired over the weekend, from Hueningkai’s surprise party all the way up to club recruitment day, which Ryujin and Yuna didn’t have much to do with since they had already joined clubs since they freshmen year.

They were so caught up in talking that they didn’t notice how full and busy the auditorium was, and it was only when someone from backstage announced “Please settle down, the showcase will begin in 5 minutes” did they notice how much time had passed since they started talking.

“Wait, there is one thing I’ve been dying to know all weekend.” Yuna asks with a glint in her eye.

“Oh, me too. I think I know what you’re talking about.” Ryujin says, looking at Yuna knowingly.

B looks back and forth to her left and right at the 2 girls. “Well, don’t just look at each other like that, what is it?”

The 2 girls give each other sly smiles before turning to B, who was sitting in the middle of them. “What did you and Yeonjun do during your 7 minutes in heaven?”

B could feel her cheeks heat up, remembering once again what she had been trying to push out of her mind the whole weekend. “Nothing much, we just talked, played 20 questions to pass the time. He was really nice.” she tries to say as casually as possible.

“Come on, you’re blushing like crazy!” Yuna says, laughing at how red B’s face was.

“Spill it!” Ryujin exclaims, poking B’s sides until she finally caved.

“Alright, fine, but promise me you won’t tell a single soul about this. I haven’t told anyone about this, not even Hueningkai, so if this information somehow circulates, I know it’ll be because of you two.” B says reluctantly.

“You know we wouldn’t do that to you.” Ryujin says. “We promise we won’t tell anyone, now spill it.”

B takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh before saying “Yeonjun asked me out.”

Yuna squeals in delight while Ryujin just smirks. “Why am I not surprised.” she says smugly. “So what happened? How was it? Are you two secretly dating now?”

“No no, nothing happened. I turned him down.” B admits, and that’s when Yuna and Ryujin actually looked surprised.

“What? You turned him down? Why?!” Yuna asks, completely baffled.

“He’s my friend, and he’s one of my best friend’s best friends, I don’t wanna mess anything up. Imagine how awkward the group dynamic would be.” B says defensively.

“But it’s Choi Yeonjun!” Yuna exclaims. “Oh gosh, I know I’ve had the biggest crush on Kai in like forever, but if Choi Yeonjun asked me out, I would’ve said yes in a heartbeat.”

“It’s complicated, I just don’t want to complicate things, is all.” B says.

“Yuna, hush, we have to respect B’s decision.” Ryujin says, patting the girl on her knee. “B, how did Yeonjun take it? Are things okay between you two or are they weird?”

“He seemed fine with it, he said he understood, and I don’t sense any awkwardness so far. I told him I liked our friendship too much to risk complicating things, then he said something about our friendship changing in 2 weeks, which I don’t really understand but I laughed it off anyway. I’m hoping that’ll be the end of that and that we’ll be able to move past it without it affecting our friendship.” B explains.

“Wait, what about 2 weeks? What did he say exactly?” Ryujin asks.

“Sounds like he’s got something planned for the next 2 weeks? Is that it?” Yuna asks, intrigued.

“No I don’t think it’s like that. I didn’t really understand, but he said—” B starts, but she gets cut off when the lights in the auditorium suddenly go out and music starts blaring as everyone’s eyes focus on the stage, the showcase starting.

The showcase was interesting and entertaining enough. Each club had an allotted time to present whatever they wanted to. The different sports teams held a short fashion show that showcased each team’s uniforms with each team captain making a short speech to announce tryouts, which earned cheers and cheers from the audience when Yeonjun, Soobin and Hueningkai were spotted strutting on stage wearing their basketball jerseys. The film club presented one of their latest projects. The photography club showed a slideshow of pictures taken earlier that day and the film club put together a video as a sort of highlight reel from the club recruitment day. B had lost count of how many clubs had showed their presentations when the announcer finally said:

“And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for, an exclusive performance from the Jazzed Club, starring MO Academy’s very own Student Council! Debuting the club’s latest composition entitled ‘Boy In Luv,’ please put your hands together for Jazzed!”

The screams were deafening as the 5 members of the student council appeared on stage, wearing their school uniforms stylized in different ways.

B had seen them rehearse the choreography at Soobin’s house, but nothing prepared her for their performance.

Kai opened the performance, which immediately got the audience screaming. Next, Beomgyu’s deep vocals dominated the auditorium, and Soobin’s rapping was heard for the very first time, and everyone seemed surprised by how good he was at it, judging by the escalating cheers from the audience when he started.

But nothing surprised B more than when it was Yeonjun’s turn to sing as he was front and center on stage, dancing and expertly making eye contact with the audience. It was no surprise that he was an amazing performer, but what got B’s jaw to drop was when his found somehow found hers in the audience as he rapped the words “But, I’m going to flip the situation, from friends to lovers” and winked right at her before Taehyun took his turn.

When that happened, B felt her heart pound as Ryujin and Yuna each grabbed her arms and started screaming incoherently. She tried her best to focus on the rest of the performance, but all she could think of was Yeonjun and what he just did.

As the performance ended and the 5 boys bowed onstage before waving at the audience once more, B could still feel her heart pounding as she cheered along with the audience.

Kai and Soobin found her face in the crowd and started jumping up and down, waving their arms in the air with excitement. She waved back, cheering as loud as she could, and she could feel her heartbeat start to slow back to normal.

Just then, Yeonjun’s eyes met hers once again, and he gave her a small wave and a bright smile before winking at her once again. And just like that, her heart started to pound again.

“Looks like Choi Yeonjun’s got his eye on you.” Ryujin says in B’s ear.

B puts a hand on her chest, feeling how fast it was beating, and wondering what exactly it meant.

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Ambushed

TITLE: Ambushed

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One-shot

AUTHOR: breemaggs

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Loki get upset that the reader keeps avoiding him because he thinks that she doesn’t like him, but she’s just a stumbling mess around him, and when he “confronts” her all upset because he’s hard enough she kisses him & stumbles over her words?

RATING: T

NOTES/WARNINGS: I was editing this and realized that I didn’t use the word “fuck” once in this one shot. This is a first for me 😂 anyway, enjoy!

Let me start by saying that I am beyond awkward. Social situations make me twitch. People staring make me super uncomfortable. Interacting with people also makes me uncomfortable (see previous sentence: social situations make me twitch). So I tend to avoid anything that could be described as any of the above.

That awkward thing? Yeah, it sucks. I ended up avoiding the one person I’d like to lock in a closet and make out with. Loki. Tall, not so dark, and incredibly handsome. Intelligent. Funny. Sarcastic. Right up my alley. And when it’s just us, I’m fine. I’m comfortable. I’m slightly less awkward than normal.

But Loki was rarely by himself. Being a part of the Avengers meant that he was usually with at least three other people (usually girls; cue my epic eye rolling). Which was problematic because, you know, I don’t handle groups of people well. As in, not at all. I turn into a stuttering mess. So I had, much to my shame and embarrassed guilt, started to avoid him.

It had taken me a long time to get past how shy I was and open up to him when it was just the two of us. It had taken me even longer to build our relationship as friends. And I absolutely couldn’t go backwards. Not with him. He meant way too much to me. I was afraid that if he saw me exposed and vulnerable, he would rethink his decision to be anywhere near me. I couldn’t risk it. If that meant that I lost out on time with him... Well, it couldn’t be helped.

I tried to be subtle about it. I really did. But, you know, awkward. I often had to turn around when a group of people including Loki came down the hallway or blatantly ignore him when he called my name and tried to pull me into the group conversation. So, yeah. Nothing real subtle about that.

I guess that maybe I sent him the wrong message.

Which was maybe how I found myself face to face with him in a dark closet. I had been walking by, absently running through research notes on my phone, when I’d been yanked into the hall closet. His hand had clamped down on my mouth, drowning out my startled scream. His jerky motions spoke of anger. I didn’t hear the door shut behind us, but the darkness told me that it was definitely closed.

So now I was standing face to face with an irate God, his hands clasped loosely around my upper arms. I was thankful I couldn’t see his eyes; I knew that they would be swimming with rage. As it was, I could practically feel it rolling off of him. I swallowed, my nerves flaring to life.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” The words were soft and held a hint of danger.

I licked my suddenly dry lips. “Not on purpose,” I muttered.

I wasn’t sure how to explain my... uh, issues, without sounding like a complete idiot so I didn’t even bother trying. I was forced out of my musings by a short, harsh laugh. I flinched. His hands tightened on my arms briefly before easing up once more.

“Don’t lie. Not to me.” His words were a whisper, but they were effective. They set my temper aflame.

I brought my head up, glaring up at him in the dark. “I am not lying. It’s not you that I’ve been avoiding.”

He tsked. “Tell me the truth, then,” he demanded.

I let out a frustrated noise and dropped my head down, my eyes falling to the floor. I didn’t know what to tell him. I didn’t want him to think I was an idiot. Not him.

I resisted, shaking my head even though I knew he couldn’t see it.

He sighed and let go of my right arm to lift my chin until my face was tipped up toward him again. I refused to raise my eyes, though.

“Little bird, I am quickly losing patience. Explain yourself. I will not repeat myself.” There was a quiet threat in those words and I felt compelled to answer him.

Panic rose in my throat. It seemed as if I would lose him either way. If I kept quiet, he would assume the worst and be done with me. If I opened up, there was a chance that he would laugh in my face and walk away from me. Damned if I did and damned if I didn’t. I bit my lip for a long moment before releasing it to blow out a long breath.

“You’re going to laugh at me,” I murmured, unsure if he would even hear my words.

The hand under my chin shifted until it was cupping my cheek, his thumb sweeping along my high cheekbone.

“I would never laugh at you,” he answered seriously.

“I... I can’t handle all your groupies.” The words tumbled from my mouth in a rush. “I just... I feel so out of place and uncomfortable. I would never willingly avoid you.”

I shifted my weight and tangled my hands together in front of me, fidgeting with my fingers. He was silent for a few moments and then his other hand came up to join the first, cradling the other side of my face. I waited to hear the words I was dreading.

They never came. What did come was a soft kiss. He laid his lips on mine delicately, testing the water. I slid my hands up his chest until they were resting on his shoulders and squeezed them softly. His right hand eased back until his hand was buried in my hair. He fisted his hand in my curls and pulled my head back in order to deepen the kiss.

His tongue teased my lips and I dropped my jaw, granting him access. I let out a soft moan at the first brush of his tongue against mine. Heaven. I had dreamed about this very moment. It was better than anything my imagination had ever managed to come up with. Our tongues danced together in perfect synchronicity and my hands clenched in his soft shirt.

He pulled away and planted wet kisses along my neck, nipping at my sensitive skin as he went. With one last lick, he raised his head and pressed his forehead against mine.

“You are the only “groupie” that I care about,” he told me lowly.

I drew in a ragged breath. “I... It’s not just them. I don’t do crowds, Loki.”

He brushed my hair back from my face. “And you don’t have to. At least not alone. It can be me and you. We can do it together.”

I sighed in relief. I hadn’t expected this. This was more than I had ever even dared to hope for. Perfect. Us against the world. I had a feeling that, with him at my side, I could handle anything. Even social situations.

I laughed shortly, happiness coloring the sound. “That sounds good.”

He didn’t answer, opting to kiss me once more.

Heaven.

#Submitted one shot #Imagine #Father #Loki #God of Mischief #Lover #submission #Ambushed #breemaggs

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hearts of smoke

Title: hearts of smoke Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta/Reader Genre: Resident!AU/Doctor!AU Summary: Hearts of smoke are souls that were never meant to meet, but like smoke...they linger with a smell that you will never forget. Like the clouds in the sky or the smoke of a cigarette, a person like Yuta lingers in her brain and intoxicates her lungs with the need of his attention. It only so happens that he doesn’t ever look at her…will he ever turn around and realize that she was there from the start? Note: There are brief mentions of medical terms, death and blood in this, so be aware. Also, I dedicate this to my bubs @hitchhikingbabeh, @hoyuelosescribe and @honeytaeyong, so go ahead and scream at me to accept Yuta.

It is funny how calm and collected Yuta can be. Too calm and collected. Too damn much and it is the perfect representation as to why she is so intrigued for the anesthesiology resident in the second floor of the hospital she is doing her first year of general surgery residency. Surely, most soon-to-be anesthesiologists and also anesthesiologists themselves are really dull with their personalities but he is only this calm when he is around her.

When she started working there, exactly three months prior to that moment, she had heard the name Nakamoto Yuta from the moment she entered the tall building that was considered her workplace. Yuta was, apparently, the only medicine student that lasted all six and a half years of his career without getting bags under his eyes and better yet, he was the only one who managed to have a proper social life at all and while he wasn’t a cum laude when he graduated, he was the best in his class when he saw the head-shattering subject that was called pharmacology and he was excellent at remembering medicines, anesthetics and whatever was in between. Not only that but he also remembers the name of his patients, his coworkers, the students that he has to work with from time to time and everyone’s names seemed to be imprinted very deep in his brain, only that hers was difficult for him to remember. Even so, as the silence gulfs them in the white consulting room that they are sharing, she wonders what her name must sound like in his lips…if only they could talk to one another, if only she wasn’t so shy and Yuta didn’t hate her.

Although, she is not sure that Yuta hates her, but she also very sure that he does. The confidence that he maintains in his personality and the warmth that radiates from his smiles were soon gone the moment she stepped inside the room and while she tried to keep a conversation with him in the group of residents and doctors that share anecdotes and cups of coffee early in the morning, he never looks at her, more like he looks at her from the corner of his eyes and with fear whenever she even decides to smile slightly at him. Maybe it is her personality –she is too raw, too angry, maybe even too much of what Yuta doesn’t want, but he is generally everything that she has ever wanted. Handsome was one thing but hearing Yuta speak was the sound of the angels that she never quite believed in and the smell of his cologne was driving her insane.

A study once said that if you liked someone’s smell you were compatible –she doesn’t know if it’s in the romantic, physical or sexual sense, but she knows she read it somewhere when she procrastinated on her third year of med school and really, she wishes she could be compatible with Yuta, but the sound of his silence says that he doesn’t want to speak to her.

His brown hair is falling over his forehead as he jolts down the medical history of one of his patients; an endoscopy in a child with a stomach ulcer that he had to work on just so the child wouldn’t suffer as much of an uncomfortable feeling. The sound of his pen moving on the paper fills the room and she looks at the way he draws triangles, circles and the simple figures that normally anesthesiologists worked with…they seemed like they drew more than they should, but it was the correct way to do it, whether people liked to believe it or not. His nose was wide, chin long and a bit prominent that usually looks beautiful when he smiles and his eyes weren’t the main point of his face, but they astonished her to no end…maybe because she has never held eye contact with him without the man suddenly pulling away. He was wearing his blue scrubs, one that didn’t outline his sculpted body that she had seen once or twice in getaways with the medical team. His knee moves up and down and suddenly, he lets go of the pen and crosses his arms behind his neck, stretching a bit before standing up and picking up his phone.

“Yuta,” She calls out softly, much more different from her usual tone of voice considering that she was scared that the man would widen his eyes like he normally does and fleet away with the wind in the isopropyl scented hallway. The man turns around, leaning his back against the door and catching her off guard when he looks at her. Blank, expressionless, pouty lips pressed in a line as he stares at her with such seriousness that almost turned the 60% of water in her body in complete ice. She clears her throat, looking down at the medical history she had in a folder before continuing with what she wanted to say before she was heavily distracted by his visually pleasant face. “I have to put a patient under a carotid endarterectomy and I would like to book you for the anesthesia.”

Yuta yawns, typical of a future anesthesiologist who loved his sleep, and then he nods his head. “When?” She wishes he wasn’t so sharp with her and the moment she looks up from the folders to look at him, she notices that he looks to the side. There wasn’t a sign of blushing, but she wishes there would be so it didn’t feel so much as if he was scared of her –even when he was in a higher position than her.

“Tomorrow at seven in the morning.”

“Can’t it be at eight?”

“When are you ever early, though?” She asks in a sarcastic manner, always very observant of the fact that Yuta never arrives early to the operations. He is always asleep at the doctor’s room, taking his time until he arrives and does everything perfectly while never looking bad, something that she can’t relate with. Still, her tongue feels numb as if she had taken a shot of benzydamine that would soothe the slight ache in her throat whenever she looks at him. It surprises her that she could be so bold and the non-existent dimples in his cheeks soothed out in a small, awkward smile that made hers falter. “I-I…the patient has had two strokes in the entirety of his life. He is only forty and while there is a risk of five percent of non-function of the procedure with him…I think correcting stenosis sounds like a plan here and I would like to do it quickly since there is a high risk-”

“Got it. Is the patient obese?” Yuta asks and the way he cuts her off catches her off guard, but she decides to nod her head and adds something.

“Morbidly so.”

“I will do my best to arrive early, but I promise nothing.” Yuta complements his words before opening the door, peeking outside to see if someone was there and most fourth year students were passing by the hallways trying to catch their mediocre grades from a doctor that probably graded them with a heart full of stone. His eyes shake a bit as he looks at her and he lifts his hand up, waving it twice from left to right before giving that awkward smile that he always has around her. “Goodbye, Doctor.”

“Good night, Yuta.” Then, she notices the moment he closes the door that she had called him by his name, not even Doctor Nakamoto, for all she knew. Now, she thinks that there are a lot of reasons why Yuta hates her –her lack of manners, her high speaking voice, the leadership that she always takes and how she always pushes people to do whatever she wants. A sigh leaves her lips and she hovers her head over the desk, rubbing her temples when she hears the door being opened by one of the non-graduate students, not even knocking but catching her attention as the young boy clears his throat.

“A-Ah, doctor…we have a perianal abscess.” The young boy said and she raised her eyebrow.

“So? I taught you in the first unit about abscess drainage. You should know that.”

“But feaces are coming out of the patient’s…rectum…” The student says and she groans, standing up from her seat and picking up her plastic gloves as she steps out of the consulting room, hearing the young boy’s steps behind her.

“If you can’t even look at shit coming out of an asshole, what are you doing studying medicine?!”

There are terrible outcomes to studying medicine even when people adore pushing their children to major on it because it gives off more money than other careers. One of them is lack of sleep because she doesn’t think she has had a night full of sleep without having to wake up early or having a patient calling her in the middle of the night to tell her that the sutures hurt and the analgesics are not doing anything –they are, they always are, but people are impatient-. Another one is the fact that she hasn’t had a proper relationship with someone, only that first year of med school boyfriend that she had that ended up leaving the country after he decided that medicine wasn’t for him. Finally, there is the fact that most of her friends and family members decide it’s a good idea to ask her about every subject there is about medicine –some of them just want to know why they don’t pee with enough pressure, others just want a recipe that help them buy certain products that they shouldn’t be having and she is always very professional about things, but she thinks she has to give the award of the most innocent petition to Lee Taeyong because what he had asked her in the middle of the street as they ate raspberry and lemon ice cream was…stupid but really cute, too.

“I am no gynecologist, Taeyong.” She tells him and her friend nudges her side, puckering up his lips cutely and making her sigh. In all honesty, she needed to go out with her friend, even if it was Sunday night after her night shift and she felt like falling asleep on the concrete. Taeyong stays quiet and she takes that moment to take a spoonful of her ice cream before answering him. “Your girlfriend not having her period for two months can mean two things…” She starts and Taeyong hums.

“Pregnancy, but we took a pregnancy test three weeks ago and another one this week but she is still not pregnant.”

A frown is placed over her features and then, she continues. “Is she not protecting herself?”

“She said birth control was making her tits huge so she stopped using them. I am wearing…” He clears his throat and then she stares at him, knowing what he meant but urging him with her features to talk directly. The problem about Taeyong is that he gets shy and while she thinks it’s a very taboo subject, it is also extremely normal…natural, as well. “The…hat.”

“Hat?”

“A…” Taeyong looks to both sides before leaning in and whispering in her ear quickly. “A condom, okay?!” He screams in a murmur and that makes her chuckle internally, but she opts to answer his question.

“I am betting my life on the fact that she stopped using birth control two months ago, so if she was irregular before protecting herself sexually then it is a high possibility that she goes irregular once again if she stops taking birth control, don’t you think?” Taeyong frowns his eyebrows when he hears her say those words and then, she chuckles. “Birth control makes you regular, most of the time, so she is probably scared because she grew unused to being irregular.”

“So she’s not pregnant?”

“Probably not.” She answers and Taeyong sighs in relief. Although she does imagine the man with a few kids in the future, he was still pretty young and even when she doesn’t voice it out, Taeyong’s girlfriend isn’t quite as much of a good woman as Taeyong deserves…but she isn’t going to judge, they have lasted a year and some months together…that deserves some kind of work. Why must people fall for the people who aren’t meant for them? She doesn’t know, like how she doesn’t know why there is such a harsh feeling in her chest whenever she looks at Yuta, one that she recognizes as a crush and also one that she had tried to act upon, but it seems impossible. Why must everything be so hard? “...Keep wearing a condom, though, the moment your sperm touches her ovum…you’re probably done for. You’ll be the literal term of daddy.”

Taeyong’s cheeks turn the color of peaches and it contrasts with his all-black outfit, making him stand out in the crowd with the bright lights of the night in Seoul. “I-I…you fucker! Stop saying things that will make me embarrassed!” She laughs at those words because she has known Taeyong for quite a while now and her mind recalls just how shy he is after she says the bluntest of things, it’s just that he seems pretty open minded and confident once he speaks. “I don’t even know how you get guys to like you-”

“Oh. I don’t. I wish I was noticed by this one guy, though.” She comments with a laugh of her own but Taeyong only stares at her. Only then she notices that she had admitted that she had a crush on someone –as anonymous as those hate comments that people leave on social media, but also as easy to tell as the way those words slipped her lips and now it was not a secret anymore.

“You told me you didn’t like someone.”

“Well, I lied.”

“Did you two go on a date?”

“No.”

“Made love?”

“He’s pretty fuck-able, but no.”

“…Is he a doctor?” He pointed out with a feeling that resembled surprise, as if she had committed the eighth deadly sin that nobody knew about and Taeyong was even more staggered the moment she nodded her head in approval. A long time ago, after she had dated that guy in the first year of med school, she said that she never wanted to date a doctor –they were always too busy and she isn’t in her best mood when she is at a night shift, so she doesn’t want to have someone in her life that understood every single one of her struggles or even worse, someone that had the same coldness that she grew to have with the career. Even so, it seemed like life had destined her to crush on the anesthesiologist she works with, the same one that doesn’t talk to her for all she knows. “You said you’d never date a doctor because they are always too busy and are cheaters!”

“…In my defense, I still believe that.” She mumbles and then she takes the last spoonful of her ice cream, placing the empty cup on her hand until she finds a trashcan. “But this guy, I won’t say his name, is just always so silent around me and he is so cute and I can’t help but crush on him…a tiny bit.”

“He never talks to you?” She hums when Taeyong asks her those words and then he hisses loudly, making her widen her eyes a little bit. Out of all the things she needed, being reminded that Yuta hates her guts wasn’t one of them. “Sorry to tell you, but if a guy doesn’t really like talking to you…he probably hates you.”

Damn it, so much for reality. “I know he probably does, but for now he is only a great person to look at.” She lies to herself too when she says those words. Yuta is constantly in her thoughts, not when she is busy but mostly when she is alone in her room thinking about whatever stands out in her days. It is always him. His beautiful smile, his personality, everything about him that makes him so nice to listen to as well. “But since when have I cared about what a guy thinks of me?”

“You’ve never cared.”

“Exactly.”

But Yuta was an exception, sadly. It’s the thought that makes her wish that she could read his mind or read him like a morphophisiology book that she read in her first semester, it’s the thought of him maybe thinking that she was attractive that kept her up. She wants to be desired by him, even if that is the tiniest bit of attention, but somehow it’s all she craves for and what keeps popping up in her brain.

Her nervous system might be going crazy by now.

Dr. Park Sooyoung. Dermatologist. Attractive and also sitting very close to Dr. Nakamoto Yuta in the emergency waiting room as they talk. She really shouldn’t be bothered about it…they are only talking, but she knows that Sooyoung has a boyfriend and Yuta is talking softly, widening his eyes and laughing loudly at whatever the hell she said. Usually, she thought that Sooyoung was a nice girl…but now she feels that red little monster inside her head, much more known as jealousy, creeping up into her heart and giving a nice pump until it stopped completely and got her into cardiac arrest. How could she not? She has been trying to get Yuta’s attention for the longest time (three months in medical terms sound like a long time) and he hasn’t even looked her way. Sooyoung simply enters the emergency section and Yuta is already by her side, like all the other times that she arrives early to work and Yuta is awake, for some reason.

Her feet are supposed to go to her consulting room, check another diabetic foot that will leave her nostrils begging for mercy or maybe treat a post-surgery patient that just doesn’t follow instructions and decides that herbal medicine is way better than the ones pharmacies sell because ‘a friend of theirs told them so’, but she is standing there, staring…watching…looking at them and hoping that her head decides to frustrate her with the fact that Yuta is looking at Sooyoung as if she was the last woman on earth and surely, she is extremely attractive…but she wishes Yuta would look at herself like that.

It’s a huge contrast, really. Yuta is always quiet around her and with Sooyoung, he never seems to stop talking and while she knows that most doctors are cheating beasts that just decide that the excuse of not ‘having time’ is good enough to make their partners believe that they are probably doing a procedure or maybe treating a patient, but most of them are probably fucking with some of the students from the fifth year or even worse, going out on dates with that specialist that you just met. Still, her mind is constantly reminded that Sooyoung has a boyfriend and she knows it’s a coping mechanism from her brain to make her feel like she still has an opportunity. Someone as sweet looking as Sooyoung wouldn’t dare to cheat on her boyfriend…would she?

Would she?

“You know, resident, there is a line of patients waiting for you!” Those loud words made her turn around and she saw Dr. Kim Kibum, wearing his long lab coat and holding his folders as he walks to his personal office. She notices that he is still her boss and she should be working, but her eyes can’t help but look back once again to see that Yuta was still talking to Sooyoung. How dumb. “Move.” He tells her sternly before opening the door to his office and closing it behind him with a loud bang. Even when Kibum was always all smiles with his patients –and his patients were all smiles with him with the amount of Botox they had injected in their bodies-, he is still a person with a lot of temper. She moves her legs quickly, almost sprinting, moving towards her office and closing the door softly but then she sighs loudly.

Why is she so into Yuta?

There are plenty of reasons and she could write a second thesis with what she knows. Yuta is indifferent and indifference often reminds her of mysteriousness, one of the things that always captured her attention with people and much more if a guy she thought was attractive was mysterious. He is professional and always up to help her, which is obviously signed in his contract with the hospital, but she is still very much thankful for his help. Yuta is happy and chirpy, good but also really bad…he reminds her of those people that she read about in books once or twice but most importantly, Yuta is impossible to her and that both frustrates her and makes her more interested in him. Those thoughts crossed her head when she saw thirteen patients one after the other, only getting a break at four in the afternoon to have her breakfast, but she is already used to it…more like she has to live with it, honestly.

And then she watches him, walking out of the hospital without Sooyoung and somehow she feels really happy. It only lasts a matter of seconds, though, because she has to get back to work but she is surprised when she hears the sound of the entrance door opening once again, but as she turns around her brain can only think that it is another patient that needs help. However, it is Yuta that enters the hospital once again and while he is passing by, he picks up his backpack that he had left inside one of the consulting rooms and then he walks out once again, leaving her breathless with the small wave of his slender hands that had her feeling apnea.

She would really love taking him out of her thoughts…but she can’t.

“He likes someone else and here I am, drinking fucking vodka even though I fucking hate it and it is killing my neurons slowly…but surely.”

Love. People talk about love over and over again, whether it’s at bars or at a conference about how to make your relationship work (and your sex life too!) and she isn’t sure if she stands it anymore. Love to live. Love to feel. Love the people who don’t love you but still love them. Love is such a strong word that has her mind clouded with the confession of nothingness. That is what she desires the most now, right after she graduated from med school and finally had that degree, now she was a step closer to being a surgeon and she wondered if her ambition would take her far. Surely, she was going to be successful, she was going to make sure that she was…even when she wonders if she can do it, but she also wants to share her happiness with someone. She hates Yuta in the secret spot in the dark bar that she is sitting at, watching as the bartender pitifully stares at the woman with the hood over her head…because she can’t let any of her patients watch her drink –but not get drunk, even she would love to be stupid for once-, and now she feels even worse.

It’s frustration with herself, mostly, and frustration with life for making it so much more difficult for her. She likes Yuta and the bittersweet taste of his reminders make her feel out of her own brain. She has gone through the pain of rejection time and time again but as she grows older, it is a fear that she can’t battle anymore. The road to love gets thinner and thinner as time passes by and she watches all the cars that pass by her with such ease, but she tries to fight the trees that try to cover that light that could make her road so much easier to pass. Maybe just a kiss, or a person that could love her in her lonelier times. The bartender with the sleeves of tattoos and cool style laughs with her lips parted open and she thinks for a moment that said Amber was making fun of her, but she wasn’t.

“That’s normal, honey.” Amber tells her with honesty as she prepares yet another drink for one of her clients, mixing something with her own hands and somehow, she thinks that Amber should make drinks her legacy…she is talented at it even though she hates the vodka mixed drink that she is drinking. “But really, after this drink you should go home…drinking for someone is the worst thing you can do.”

She groans audibly. “I know! I know! But the thing is that I really want him to just look at me, even just look at me as if I wasn’t the plague itself!” Those words leave her lips in a frenzy of emotions and just then, she noticed just how infatuated she was with Yuta. Yuta was the color purple to her –he was so beautiful yet so mysterious, he came to her like a wind that she never expected to pass by but it lingered there…with such a scent that drove her insane, he shines brightly but dims himself when he is around her and that makes her frown as she puts the empty cup down, standing up from the chair and tightening the straps of her hoodie. The night she met him was the worst yet best night of her life. “…It’s…it’s nothing, thank you.” She tosses a tip at Amber and with a wave, she walks towards the door, hearing the last words from the bartender that said at the top of her lungs-

“Good luck!”

But she doesn’t believe in luck. In the amount of years she has been studying and working with the human body, she knows everything has a beginning, a function and an end, it just so happens that whatever she feels for Yuta has no end…or it seems like it won’t be over any time soon. Her fingers fiddle with the door of her car and she sighs once she is inside, hearing the dull sound of the same old playlist playing as she starts the car and drives to her apartment. She doesn’t like driving, much less if it’s late at night, she doesn’t like drinking and she also doesn’t like feeling like this, but Yuta is the only man that gets her to be like that but she keeps it a secret. Secrets are meant to be locked deep into a person’s brain and if someone ever were to find out that she likes him…she’d probably deny it.

More like she is going to deny it if that ever happens.

Sometimes she wishes she could just text him like his friends would, she wishes she could sit by his side like Sooyoung did and talk to him like a normal person would, but she can’t…because a part of her brain tells her that Yuta would probably react just like he always does, with that awkward smile of his and the tiniest of nods that always means something along the lines of ‘go away’ and she is not okay with that. Crushing on someone and being denied before you even tried talking to them properly is the worst.

The sound of her phone’s ringtone interrupts her train of thought and she presses the accept button and then the speaker one, stopping at a red light and pressing on the brakes and listening to whatever this student has to say in her free day. She would have probably declined if only she wasn’t a doctor, but she was and she needed to be there for every single one of her patients, the same people that she put over everything else in her life.

“Good night, Doctor, how are you?” One of her students says with ease and she repeats the same greeting along with a small ‘fine’ and the silence that follows for a short second after is the cue for the student to start talking. “Doctor, you remember the patient that had burns all over his body? Room 102A? We have been treating him, as you know, and we recovered most of his facial structure thanks to Dr. Kim’s and your help, but the patient’s wife really wants to put aloe over his wounds, just in case.” As she starts the car, she rolls her eyes at the thought of a student falling for a person’s hard headed cultural herbal things that should work. She believes in the magic of teas and maybe certain foods, but she doesn’t think that rubbing aloe in someone’s burning skin will do that person great.

“Tell them that there is no scientific experiment that has shown that it will do him great, so leave the wounds heal with the ointment we have used and the procedure we got him into.” She recites the exact same thing she would tell the patient’s wife, but the young student simply clears his throat.

“I am scared she won’t believe m-me…Doctor-”

“You’re a future Doctor, Park, I need you to be strong and it’s my free night, so I can’t tell them.” She is a bit soft spoken towards him because she had that same uncertainty when she was a student, but once the student starts to mumble under his breath once again, she interrupts him. “Holy fuck, tell her to suck your ass! For all I know, we are doing everything in our willpower to save his life and he will live because of us, so if you want to let his wife kill him…do it! But you need to remember that you’re a future doctor.”

Then silence follows soon after and the student sighs. “Doctor Nakamoto said the same thing…thank you, Doctor.”

“…Doctor Nakamoto?”

“He’s here with me. You’re on speaker.”

Oh fuck, she just sounded like a salty bitch in front of Yuta once again. “I-I have to hang up. Be strong. Okay, bye!” A pout grazes her features when she realizes that once again her mind ached at the thought of Yuta thinking badly about her. She might as well get a migraine from being so stressed out…

The death of a patient always gets to her, whether she likes to admit it or not. The career that she studies teaches you that life can be taken care of but when you can’t do anything for someone else, even the most terrible of people, you feel like you gave up on your profession. What was she supposed to do when she had a VIH positive five years old child, extremely underweight and also slowly but surely losing every fiber of his life with his skin lesions, abscesses and worst yet, a mother that didn’t accept that she was VIH positive and had aids to start with? Even though she had tried her best, the poor child had died because of many of those reasons and now the dull sound of the air conditioner in the consulting room accompanied her in her train of thought. At first she’s feeling sad, then she is feeling angry at herself, then at the mother of her death patient and finally, she is feeling mad at the world for being like this and her personality for being so sensitive.

Her fingers write down the medical history of that night’s patients and she dismisses the way some students enter, gossiping about the patients and asking her questions that don’t go unanswered, but they are not really functional. In the matter of seconds, minutes or even an hour, she feels herself growing restless even when she could take that time to sleep. Her hands rub at her face and she can’t help but let out a sigh as she is alone once again, but her thoughts are interrupted when she hears the door being opened, making her turn around in her chair before seeing the man that had been drowning her thoughts…Nakamoto Yuta.

And at first, she wishes that she could tell him that she was mad, she wishes that he would just stop and talk to her for a few seconds like sometimes he does, but today she saw him with Sooyoung once again and now she is flaming with anger. Yuta picks up a folder that he needed and he was about to get out the door when he heard the sound of her groan.

“Why the fuck do you hate me?” She asks in a low voice but it is loud enough to have Yuta stopping on his tracks at the door, turning around to look at her. Her mind alarms itself when she remembers what she just did and she wishes she had the bashful expression over her face, but she doesn’t. Her head is tired of looking at Yuta and thinking of the things that they could be, so she wants honesty to hit her in the face just so she can move on. Yuta seems speechless and then, she continues. “You talk to every person in this building but you enter this consulting room and you ignore me completely. Not that I should care, but I do as it seems.”

Yuta clears his throat and then he shakes his head. “I don’t hate you.” He says with a tiny smile and she scoffs.

“Bullshit, Yuta, you hate me.” She says and Yuta can’t help but remain speechless. Then, she realizes that there is something inside Yuta’s brain that keeps him away from her. Maybe he realized that she is into him, or maybe he just thinks she is weird… “So?”

“I never know what to say with you.” Good excuse, she thinks. It is what he needed to say, his lack of knowledge in what she likes or doesn’t like is something that he can take to make himself look better in this situation. Not that hating her was a bad thing, he could dislike her all he needed. “…You’re…well, hard to approach?”

Go figure. “Hard to approach?” Yuta nods his head and then he sighs.

“Sorry if I made you feel like I hated you, but you never say much and I thought you hated me too.” Yuta shrugs his shoulders and the innocence behind his words sounds fake, but she still manages to believe him. She wants to believe him, it sounds like the perfect opportunity to start once again…and maybe she has an opportunity with hi, even if it seems like a dream that she needs to forget. “So…are we good?”

“We’re good and I’m sorry, too.” She mumbles those words and Yuta smiles, going over to her and giving her an unexpected hug. Yuta is always very touchy with his friends but she never expected to be hugged by him and only then, she realizes that the warmth of his body seeping through his uniform made her cuddle closer to his shoulder and for the while that it lasted, it was good and once he pulled away, she watched as his cheeks formed a tiny smile just for her. Small and certainly fake, but it was so beautiful that it astonished her. “Go, your shift is over.”

“Call me if you need an anesthesiologist.” Yuta tells her and then he waves softly, getting out of the door and closing it behind him. Her fingers trace the outline of her arms and she smiles at herself when she realizes that Yuta had hugged her. It feels ridiculous to daydream about it, but Yuta makes her feel like a teenager once again.

Honest to God, she doesn’t know how she ended up in this situation.

Her mouth is full with the food that the doctors, nurses and hospital workers had brought to her workplace to share dinner over the hospital’s anniversary and by her side; she has Sooyoung talking to Yuta gladly. She sighs bashfully before taping Sooyoung’s shoulder and she doesn’t know what got into her, but she placed her fingers in between the ends of Sooyoung’s hair, smiling at her with the thought of letting the two know that she knows about Sooyoung’s relationship. Surely, it was some kind of revenge towards the two of them but she thinks that somewhat, she was going to make Yuta hers.

Somehow, someway, he was going to fall for her. She knows there is a possibility between the two.

“Your hair looks so pretty! Light brown looks so beautiful on you!” She compliments with a smile on her face and Sooyoung smiles with pleasure, her perfect skin and peachy cheeks made her look like the epitome of perfection and only then, she feels like it would only be possible for Yuta to fall for her.

“Oh, thank you, your hair is so pretty too!” Sooyoung just needed to be like that –amazingly beautiful and also a great person, as happy as dermatologists always are. She can’t help but wonder if it was okay to play her like that, surely, if she was really cheating on her boyfriend (at this point she really thinks Sooyoung is not capable of doing such thing), how could she compete with someone like her? Those thoughts cross her brain and only then, she realizes just how wrong her crush is. Liking someone is supposed to make you feel butterflies, not make you feel as if you regret everything you have done in your life. “Are you okay?”

“I kinda…I don’t feel so well, actually.” She says those words as she stands up from her spot on the table and that catches a few people’s attention, but she picks up her bag and pulls her dress down a bit before smiling at Sooyoung. “I am…going to go, thank you for the dinner…uh…yes-“ She was about to ask for someone to wrap her leftovers for her but she decides against it as she picks up her car keys and waves at everyone, trying to get out of there as soon as possible. With a last bow, she walks to the entrance of the restaurant and she watches as the security guard opens the door for her, making step out of there faster and really, that’s what she needed.

Her mind has figured out that she needs to forget about Yuta, everything about him, from his head to his toes and it sounds like the most impossible task in this world, but it is what would do her better. As she tosses her bag on the passenger seat, she starts the car and when she turns on the lights, she watches as someone steps in front of the car. Blinking a few times, she catches the grin on Yuta’s face and that makes her gasp. What was he doing there?!

As she pulls her windows down, she screams at him. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?!”

“Run over me if you wanna go, Doctor, you’ll end up going to jail.” Yuta is very rational and collected, she knows that he is, but the smile on her face tells her that he knew that she was lying. As she bites her bottom lip, she turns off her car and she watches as his face bathes in the shadows that surround the night, but she gets out of her car to talk to him. “You know, because of the amount of food you’ve eaten I would have guessed you had indigestion…but I’ve seen you eating way more in night shifts.”

“What do you think you are doing?” She asks straightforwardly and with her arms crossed over her chest, Yuta imitates her actions and stares at her with that smile that makes her heart give a few spins. She said she was going to forget about him.

“Why did you lie?”

“Can’t I lie now?”

“It’s a sin.”

“Well, I’m sorry angel Yuta, but I don’t care if I sin or not.” She replies quickly and Yuta nods his head, laughing a bit at her words and then, she notices just how bright his eyes look with the light of the moon. Yuta is right there…always present, always palpable, but always so far away. Sometimes she wishes she could pull him closer, let him know that she has liked him for those five months that she has been working at the hospital, that there is no way that she can stand being in the same room as him without stealing a glance or hearing his voice to soothe her aches. Yuta’s brown eyes stare at her and then he quirks an eyebrow.

“Did you just call me an angel?” Just then, she realizes the power of the words she said and she bites her tongue slightly, feeling her nervousness arise as she moves her right leg up and down. Shit, what had she just done?! Yuta stares at her facial structure and just then, he realizes what he had missed. He had never known why most of the male nurses gushed about her looks…supposedly she was really pretty, students said so too, but he never paid much attention to her, until he realized just how funny her comments were to him. He thinks of a perfect opportunity to have noticed her beauty and it was at that time that everything settled down at the perfect time. “Do you think I’m an angel?”

“…I…” She would love to come up with an excuse but instead, she speaks up. “What would you do if I said yes?”

Yuta ponders on what he should do –he had dated by the time he met her, he had never paid much attention to her, but he feels dizzy in anesthesia when he looks at her. There is something about her gaze and the way that black dress hugged her curves that had him licking his bottom lip. His eyes watch the way hers stare at his before trailing down to his lips and in the matter of seconds, his hands are placed over her waist to bring her closer towards him then giving a few steps forward until the back of her knees collided with the front of the car and as she sat down, his lips parted in a smirk and he looked at her cherry lips, too. “That I think you’re angelic, too.” He adds and that makes her scoff, laughing loudly at his words before he pinched her sides. “Come on, you know it was a good pick up line.”

“Not at all,” The way she shakes her head and how she smiles has him working on adrenaline and just then, he presses his plump lips to hers in a soft kiss. Surprisingly enough, Yuta is a slow and soft kisser, putting her first as his hands trail from her back to her waist up and down in a rhythmic motion. It feels like a dream so she holds onto his white button up and she kisses him with just as much passion, closing her eyes and drowning in the taste of him. His scent. Everything that she ever wished for and just at that second, she had him.

“That’s my goodbye for tonight, then.” Yuta whispers against her lips and then, he gives her a short peck before ruffling her hair lightly, walking backwards towards the door as he watches her astounded expression. The man with the dark hair chuckles loudly and then he opens the door. “Hey.”

“Yes?”

“I hate you.” Yuta jokes around and she wants to scream at him, but she only gushes over the fact that he had kissed her. She knows that it probably doesn’t mean anything, maybe he just wants to play around like most people do…lovers, some call them and somehow, she doesn’t care at all…considering there must be a fire radiating deep within Yuta’s body to have him kissing her in the first place.

“I hate you, too.”

And that’s an inside joke between the two, one that would initiate a friendship…or maybe something else, not that she cares about it right now. At least, she hopes she won’t regret believing in him.

#yuta scenarios #yuta #nct scenarios #nct #kpop scenarios #writing #nct au #nct fluff #nct angst #doctor!yuta #resident!yuta #i love yuta #also i'll add a picure later but my slow wifi isn't helping #i LOVE HIM #but i also hate him #so much

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Color in the World of Gray (Jungkook x Reader): Part 2

You became the color in his world of gray, while he became the light in your constant darkness. But will that be enough to discover where you’re both supposed to be? And will light and color be enough to spark a little change?

Summary: What fiery passion Jungkook had upon joining the world of adults swiftly dulled as he became swept into the routine of the working life. The world was gray, filled with monotonous motions and half-empty words, exchanged out of necessity and feigned courtesy. But as he settled into the colorless pattern of his present and what he assumed would also most likely be his future– a bland, meaningless drawling world–, one fateful day had him stumbling into you. And he quickly learned that although you were blind, you envisioned a world far more beautiful than people with sight could ever see.

Jungkook x Reader (ft. some of the BTS members) Fluff, Angst, Romance Warning: This fic will contain a lot of information and does surround itself with someone who is visually-impaired, and other disabilities will be introduced as well. If this topic makes you uncomfortable, then please do not continue.

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3

A/N: Hi everyone <3 Wow, sorry I haven’t updated in awhile. Life has really been tossing me around. Sigh. I hope everyone’s been doing well!

Part 2: The Blossom of Orange

Jungkook realized he had a real problem.

What was the diagnosis that he had researched? Internet addiction? Social Media Obsession?

The more he was conscious about how actively he reached for his phone, the more he realized how attached it was to his hand. It was an extended limb of sorts. His mind wandered to it during his meetings and when he wasn't doing work, his full concentration was there. He guessed that maybe he really did ward off any friendly advances with his closed off posture and actions.

He glanced around his office, immediately recognizing the tuff of orange hair peeking out of a nearby cubicle.

Park Jimin.

He was his old schoolmate back in Busan, and had entered the company before Jungkook, so by far, Jimin was more accustomed to the workplace than he was. They briefly acknowledged each other daily, but hardly spoke too much. They mainly interacted with mutual waves and shared glances if something was off or funny during a meeting, occasionally even exchanging an e-mail here and there. Jungkook had to admit to himself that did feel a tinge of happiness during those moments.

And so, with your voice in the back of his mind, he forced himself to make his way towards the one person he vaguely felt a connection with. It was a good place to start testing your theory, and frankly, you were right-- if he didn't do anything different, nothing would change about his miserable life.

"Hey." Jungkook cleared his throat and greeted.

Jimin immediately glanced up, his eyes wide with surprise. Jungkook looked around awkwardly, and it took a few seconds for Jimin to register that he hadn't actually said anything back.

"Hi, Jungkook." Jimin replied, a hint of a timid smile splaying on his lips. "Did you need something?"

"I uh---" Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "No, actually. I don't know if you would want to...or anything. I know it's probably weird but..." He knew he was rambling, but Jimin's attention stayed on him patiently, so he sighed and decided to take the plunge. "Do you want to eat lunch together?"

Jimin's eyes turned into round orbs of initial confusion, followed by shock and interest then they flitted down to hide his emotions. Jungkook swore he saw a smidge of joy in there too, but it may just be his hope manifesting itself into a visual hallucination. But eventually, he spotted a smile tugging at Jimin's lips and he was sure that wasn't his imagination, and it made him anticipate a positive answer.

"Yeah, sure." Jimin answered lightly. "Do you have a specific place you want to go?"

Jungkook shrugged. "I mean I usually don't eat out..."

"I know." Jimin chuckled.

Everyone knew Jungkook stayed in his cubicle, settling for his ramen while listening or watching something on his phone. It was an easy way to avoid interaction, disguised even to himself, as an excuse to save income.

"Well, if you still like noodles for lunch, I have a place I usually go to?" Jimin tilted his head.

Jungkook grinned, touched by his clearly thoughtful suggestion. "I'd like that."

"Cool." Jimin smiled. "Clock out in 15?"

Jungkook nodded in agreement.

"What brought about you asking me to lunch?" Jimin questioned, with no hint of offense, just pure curiosity.

Jungkook smiled sheepishly. Maybe it was the fact that he and Jimin had known each other during their awkward childhood phases or maybe it was the desire to share something to someone new for once, but Jungkook didn't feel nervous or hesitant by Jimin's attention. He actually found the words leaving his mouth easily before his mind registered it.

"Well, I met someone the other day."

"Oh?" Jimin wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

Jungkook blushed and lightly shoved Jimin's shoulder. "Not like that. But I was complaining to her about how I wasn't exactly enjoying work...like I like work but I don't..."

"Yeah, I get that." Jimin chuckled.

His affirmation caused something warm to well up and spread inside Jungkook's chest; maybe this was how it felt to be understood without having to explain one's self.

"So? What'd she say? Ask someone to lunch?" Jimin questioned.

"Not exactly." Jungkook laughed. "She told me that making friends would help make the work day better. Says it makes it seem less like a slaughter and more like a battlefield."

Jimin hummed, clearly letting the message sink in, before grinning. "I like that."

"I did too." Jungkook took a sip of his drink. "That's why I figured, maybe I should give it a go."

"Well I'm glad you did." Jimin sincerely stated, staring directly at Jungkook before shyly focusing on his drink. "I usually eat by myself too, unless people ask me."

Jungkook's eyes widened in confusion. "But you usually go out with everyone?"

"Mmm..." Jimin bit his lip. "I just go out at the same time as everyone, but no one specifically really invites me or talks to me. They're all in their little groups already, and I feel like inserting myself is just a bit too..."

"Aggressive? Intrusive?" Jungkook finished.

"Yeah."

"I get that." Jungkook hummed.

They smiled at each other and then continued eating their meals.

"I guess I'm just one of those 'not quite a friend' friend?" Jimin commented.

"What do you mean?"

"Like I'm nice enough that people see me as someone they can chat with and occasionally include, but not as someone that they want to do that with all the time. Since I'm generally shy and don't actually reciprocate..." Jimin mulled it over. "Did that make me look standoffish?"

Jungkook snorted. "You're asking the wrong person. I always thought you were good friends with everyone. You definitely fooled me."

Jimin chuckled. "Well I'm not always comfortable with people, though I try my best to be accommodating, but it's not exactly 'me'."

Jungkook nodded. "Do you have any friends outside of work?"

Immediately, Jimin's face lit up. "Oh yeah! I have a group of 5 close friends in the city. It's enough to be honest. They're a handful, but I love them."

Jungkook smiled as he watched Jimin excitedly talk about them. There really were all types of people and all gradients of friendships and relationships out there. It usually would've terrified him, that notion, but seeing it firsthand with you, and now with Jimin, it was quite fascinating.

"Sorry, I'm rambling." Jimin blushed.

Jungkook shook his head. "It's cute. You all seem so close."

"How about you?" Jimin asked.

Jungkook looked down, "Um no one. I just moved from Busan...so I never really got the chance to meet people outside of work...and I live alone so..."

Jimin didn't say anything, just gave him a warm, understanding smile. "Well, I know my friends would love you. You have to meet them."

Jungkook felt like his heart was going to burst at Jimin's kindness. "I-I'd like that."

Jimin grinned. "Cool."

Out of embarrassment, Jungkook pointed his chopstick at Jimin's bowl, trying to get them away from the topic of his lack of friends. "Hyung, you've eaten like 2 noodles. You still have so much left! I'm beating you."

Jimin scoffed. "I didn't know this lunch was a competition."

"Everything is fair game." Jungkook teased, feeling lighter than ever and not as drained to head back to work.

The next time Jungkook ran into you, it was not where he expected it to be.

He scrambled behind the end of the food aisle, hiding as if you would be able to sense his presence or something from afar. Curiously, he peeked out, not paying mind to the odd looks he was getting. He was sure he looked suspicious, borderline stalker even, but he wanted to see what you were up to. Although there weren't many options of activity at a grocery store he thought to himself.

After a few seconds of observation, he realized you had your phone out and seemed to be taking pictures, bringing it to your ear, then moving to the next item. He glanced at the labels in his proximity and was floored when he realized that there was no Braille or anything that would tell you what exactly you were looking at. His lips curled downwards. You probably spent an excessive amount of time shopping because of this. Carefully, he moved towards you, conscious of not startling you.

He hovered over of your shoulder briefly before teasing.

"Wow, a Spam connoisseur I see."

"You can't judge until you try all the flavors, Jungkook." You grinned. "Or are you boring and stick with the original?"

"Ow. Harsh words." Jungkook playfully clutched his chest then hurriedly moved his hand away, realizing you couldn't see his sarcastic actions. "Whatcha doing with your phone?"

"Oh." You smiled. "I have this app that reads me print out loud when I take a picture of it."

"Must be tedious."

You sighed. "Yeah. That's why I buy half the store all in one go."

Jungkook chuckled. "You have a list of what you need? We can go together if we're shopping for similar things."

"That'd be great actually." You pulled up your list, relief evident in your voice.

Jungkook hummed as he scanned it, pretending like he's comparing his nonexistent list with yours. Honestly, e had only come for some ramen, a box of seaweed, and maybe some other snacks, not that he'd mention it to you.

"Our lists are almost identical. Let's go!" He grinned.

You looked at him skeptically, but didn't say anything.

"So are any stores...you know..." Jungkook started as they moved to a new aisle.

"Visually-impaired friendly?" You finished, laughing light heartedly. "Not many to be honest. No one really thinks about it. And we're too worried about figuring out everything else to start rallying somewhere about it. Kinda sad really."

"So you use that app to read prices and items and all?"

"Yeah, sometimes menus, but most times those are too long for me to actually remember and people at the restaurant get annoyed when I keep replaying and replaying it out loud."

You stopped pushing your cart and let people pass by. Jungkook was silently impressed, since he hadn't even noticed them coming.

"I mean people always tell me 'why don't you just order groceries online?' or 'order in'? Things like that." You shrugged. "But I know I'll figure out a way to overcome this somehow and be able to shop easily like others. Why should I restrict and limit myself?"

Jungkook frowned, his heart hit with a pang of sadness.

"You should have someone eat out with you." He stated. "Oh, that's your cereal right in front of you, slightly to the right."

You reached for the item gratefully and grinned. "Are you offering?"

Jungkook felt himself warm, realizing his statement could've been flirtatious. He panicked; he already felt like a creep, he didn't want to advance it up a notch. "I mean-- as a suggestion...generally...I was no way asking you to take m-me or --"

You burst into laughter. "You must be fun to tease, huh?"

Jungkook relaxed, seeing you didn't think any differently of his comment.

"Don't worry. I'll be the one asking you to eat out after this. No pressure." Your lips curled up as you continued pushing your cart forward.

Jungkook blushed and hurried to take his place beside you so he could list the items you were passing through.

"So I tried your suggestion." Jungkook found himself accepting your offer to treat him out to lunch, and he felt like he needed to let you know that he had done something since your last discussion as he was perusing the menu.

You smiled as you waited for him to continue patiently. "And?"

"And I'm meeting his friends sometime next week." Jungkook beamed.

Excitedly, you clapped. "I'm so happy for you! I told you, you wouldn't have a problem making friends." You leaned forward against the table, showing your immense interest with your entire body. "So who is he? What happened?"

"Well -- uh I asked him to lunch and he was surprised but agreed then suggested a ramen shop since he knows that's what I always eat for lunch."

"A healthy choice." You teased.

Jungkook snorted, "And then we just kinda got to talking. I knew him from back in Busan so we talked about our mutual friends, our family, childhood memories, then transitioning into life in Seoul. It just flowed."

Your lips curled up, and Jungkook felt shy under your focus. He wasn't used to someone being so attentive to what he was saying. And most people would look away every so often since too long of eye contact would make both parties feel awkward, but seeing as how you didn't have that problem, you looked at him unfailingly.

"And then? Did you exchange numbers? Will you eat lunch together again?" You questioned.

"Yeah, we decided it was nice to have lunch together. Like we have something to look forward to, and I found myself noticing more things around me, because I want to have funny or interesting stories to tell him." Jungkook admitted, although he left out that sharing them with you was also a motivator. "And he always tells me about his friends."

"What's your old-yet-new friend's name?"

"Park Jimin."

"I'm so happy for you."

Jungkook felt his heart stutter a bit at the genuine tone of your voice and the gentle smile on your face. You truthfully and wholeheartedly wanted him to not be miserable, and he knew for sure that was rare. Most people were inherently selfish, and would be jealous of the status of other people's lives if they were even the slightest bit better. But maybe it was different amongst friends. Maybe friendship meant wishing for each other's happiness and supporting them on the road to attaining it.

"Ready to order?" The waiter came around.

"Uh..." Jungkook was worried, since you hadn't opened your menu or asked him to read anything aloud for you.

"I'll get the usual." You smiled.

"Your usual it is, Y/N." The friendly waiter beamed. "And for you, sir?"

"Uh this. Please." Jungkook shyly pointed, so he didn't butcher the name.

"Okay." The waiter clicked his pen and grabbed the menus. "I'll be right out. Any drinks?"

"I'm good with water, Hoseok." You waved your hand.

"Y-yeah me too." Jungkook nodded.

"Okiedokie. Food should be ready in a few. Sit tight!"

"You're on a first name basis with the waiter?" Jungkook asked, after Hoseok went to tend to another table.

You laughed and knocked on the glass beside you, "I'm here a lot, and I like this booth by the window. This is always his section. They get very few customers, but almost everyone becomes regulars."

"Wow." Jungkook glanced around.

"I do other work here and stuff too. It's comfortable." You confessed. "It never gets crowded. And Hoseok is very accommodating."

"What do you do?" Jungkook questioned.

You blushed and replied hesitantly. "Um ...I do...art."

"Can I see?"

"I have a few pics on my phone, but they don't do it justice. You'll have to come to my house one of these days."

"Whoa." Jungkook teased. "First asking me to lunch then to your house? I didn't think you were this aggressive, Y/N."

"It's cause you seem to be the shy type." You flashed your teeth playfully, but Jungkook knew it had the hint of truth as well.

"Plates incoming. It's hot so wait a minute until it cools down to touch it." Hoseok returned and set a timer on the table. "When the bell rings, everything is fair game."

Jungkook felt his lips curl up at the consideration Hoseok was putting forth for you. Maybe there was some hope in humanity after all.

"I hope I'm not being weird." Hoseok turned to Jungkook timidly.

Jungkook tilted his head inquisitively.

"Are you by any chance Park Jimin's co-worker, Jungkook?" Hoseok questioned hesitantly.

Jungkook's eyes widened, "Yeah that's me. And you are?"

"Jung Hoseok...or he likes to call me Hobi so that's probably what he uses in stories." Hoseok outstretched his hand then gestured to you with his head. "You must also be her knight-in-shining-armor."

"Hoseok." You whined.

He giggled. "Just wanted to say you're an awesome guy. For helping her out, and for making Jimin a lot happier at work. He showed me some old pictures you had from Busan, so I hope you don't think I'm too creepy. It was nice meeting you officially."

Jungkook timidly bowed, not knowing what to say to such high compliments. Whatever he did wasn't a big deal.

"I'll leave you to your food. Holler if you need something." Hoseok knocked on the table before he left, most probably a signal for you to know he was walking away.

"Sorry about that. He sometimes keeps me company when I'm eating so we tell each other stories." You looked down, shyly.

"Do you think you've met Jimin through him before?" Jungkook asked.

You shook your head. "I haven't met any of his friends...I guess officially? Sometimes I hear their voices at one of the booths and Hoseok yelling at them to stop being so rowdy. But I don't exactly know if Jimin was among them?"

"No worries." Jungkook chuckled. "Small world, huh?"

"It really is." You smiled.

The timer rang and you pressed the button on top to stop it, exclaiming excitedly while mirroring Jungkook's own hunger.

"Chow time!"

Towards the end of your lunch, Jungkook was internally struggling, trying to find a way to not miss the opportunity he had before. He didn't have to be conflicted for long since his mouth decided to make the choice for him, which was how he ended up rambling instead of asking a question.

"Can I have your number? I mean, you might not like to use your phone or anything like that. I assume it's hard to text if you well you know. Oh my gosh. I'm sorry...stop listening to me. Forget I said anything." He pulled his hood up and proceeded to bury himself inside it, thankful you couldn't see him turtling in front of you.

You paused for a few seconds, waiting to see if he was actually finished with his cute panicked outburst, then you burst into laughter.

"Here." You handed him your phone. "Don't worry. I use my phone a lot. I'm quite savvy with it. It has Braille lettering but also the letters and numbers are raised. And there's thing that doesn't require people to see, you know, what's that called? Um oh right-- a phone call."

Jungkook chuckled at your cheekiness, and strangely it calmed him.

He typed in his contact and called himself so he had your phone number.

"Well then, you're welcome to text or call me at anytime from now on if you need company." He handed your cell back with a wide smile. "Or a bodyguard."

"Anytime is quite a large offer, Jeon Jungkook." You grinned.

He lightly tightened your scarf then stated, "I think I can handle it."

The next time you heard from Jungkook was through flustered yet giddy rambling that you couldn't make out. You knew he had had that meeting with Jimin's friends and you couldn't exactly tell whether he was excited or angry with the rate of his speech.

"Take a breath, Jungkook." You laughed. "Did it go well?"

You heard him inhale deeply then chuckle. "Yeah, really well. Sorry, I didn't know who else to call about it. Is it a bad time?"

You hesitated as you fiddled around, having abandoned your paintbrush when you heard his call. "Mmm...wanna come over? I need to finish up something so it'll probably be easier to listen and do it if you're actually here."

"Uh..." You heard his hesitancy, probably nervous that he was coming over a girl's house. It made you smile that you had such an effect. "Sure. If you don't mind."

"Not at all. Do you have something to write down my address on? I'll just say it to you now."

"Uh right. Hold on."

Jungkook's heart was beating quickly. He had run back to his apartment to shower, not wanting to go to your place smelling like food and alcohol. He was sensitive to smells so he was sure you would be too. But he was also pretty nervous about venturing to a female's house. You had invited him so nonchalantly that there was no reason to be flustered. But it was new territory all the same. Boy, he was doing everything today. Meeting new friends, getting invited to a girl's place. His mother would be so proud... not that he was going to tell her about it though. That was simply inviting too many embarrassing comments, and entirely too many unnecessary questions.

He threw on a clean white shirt, sweats, and a sweater, and topped it off with a beanie. Glad that it didn't actually matter what he wore for once. He threw random stuff he might need into a backpack and hurried out, not wanting to keep you waiting for too long.

When he arrived at your place, he rang the doorbell and your voice spoke through an intercom.

"Who is it?"

"Jungkook."

He heard the door click and he carefully opened it, but interestingly, he did not find you behind it.

"I'm in the next room." You called out.

Jungkook quietly took off his shoes and padded into the adjacent room, finding you sitting on the floor in front of an easel, your clothes, exposed parts of your legs and arms, even your face splattered with paint.

"I think the paint should go on the canvas, Y/N..." he teased.

You grinned. "Oh? And where is the canvas?"

Jungkook blushed, and didn't know how to respond since well...you really couldn't see it. But you burst into laughter light-heartedly.

"Relax. I'm pulling your leg. Have a seat wherever."

Jungkook chuckled, and seeing as how there were no chairs in the entire room, he sat down a little far from you, not wanting to risk getting paint on his white shirt.

"So? How was it?" You smiled as dipped your finger into paint and began mindlessly stroking the canvas.

Jungkook tilted his head a bit, unsure what it was supposed to be, but it was clearly incomplete still.

"It'll come together." You replied, as if sensing his curiosity. "Tell me how it went. I already know Hoseok, so how were the others?"

Jungkook felt himself grin as he recalled the entire humorous yet easygoing meeting. He already felt at home with the guys, and for him, it was an odd feeling.

"Well it all started pretty crazy..."

Jungkook raised his arm to knock on Jimin's door after triple checking he had gotten the right number apartment. Nothing would be more embarrassing than ringing the wrong door. But before his fist made contact, it flew open.

"Hi! You must be Jungkook!" A bright eyed, widely grinning man stood in front of him. "Come in! This is Jimin's place. I was watching the monitor and it took you awhile to knock so I figured I'd just open it for you. I'm Tae!"

"Oh my god, Tae. Did you just admit to creeping on him?" Jimin appeared, shaking his head exasperatedly. "I told you to check the door, not scare him."

"He's not scared. I was most welcoming." Tae beamed.

Jimin gave Jungkook a questioning look, and so he replied. "Um not scared. I guess more so...surprised?"

Jimin softened his expression and gestured for Jungkook to enter completely.

"Jin is cooking, but I can introduce you to the rest of the guys." He threw a friendly arm around Jungkook, although Jungkook was taller so it was a bit awkward. It did help calm him though, like Jimin wasn't going to leave him to fend for himself against these strangers.

Tae skipped ahead of them, announcing to the others loudly that Jungkook had arrived. Suddenly, Jungkook felt himself get embarrassed. He didn't want it to be a big deal. It felt a lot like he was being introduced as a boyfriend to the family or something. But it was also a bit flattering. The way they were all enthusiastic, preparing a home-cooked meal and awaiting his arrival.

Jimin ushered him into the living room with a kind smile.

"Everyone--"

Jungkook found 4 pairs of eyes on him.

"This is Jungkook. Jungkook, everyone." Jimin laughed. "They can introduce themselves. You already met Tae --"

"And me." Hoseok waved. "Nice to see you again."

Jungkook returned the wave shyly.

"I'm Namjoon." A dimpled man gave him a warm smile. "Nice to meet you."

"You too." Jungkook bowed politely.

"Yoongi." Another man, who was lounging in the other couch all to himself nodded chicly.

"Namjoon is a Literature professor at Seoul University. Jin, who you'll meet in a bit, owns a club that the others basically run. Yoongi is a DJ at the club, and Hoseok and Tae are bartenders there. Namjoon handles the business side of that too; he's a shareholder. But that's the boring part." Jimin winked.

"What do you do there?" Jungkook asked Jimin.

"He dances." Tae smirked. "Really well."

Jungkook's eyes widened. "Really?"

"And he sings." Yoongi added.

Jimin blushed. "Not well." Quickly, changing the subject. "Let's have you meet Jin, shall we?"

He practically dragged Jungkook to the kitchen, where a broad shouldered man was humming and expertly cooking.

"Hyung, he's here!"

Jin turned and smiled at him. "Our new maknae! Welcome! I heard you had a good appetite, so I'm making a few dishes."

"Oh you didn't have--"

"Tsk." Jin shook his head. "Of course I had to. I have to make a good first impression. Although my handsome face should be enough."

Jimin rolled his eyes as Jin laughed at his own statement. Jungkook found his lips curling up at his unique and infectious laughter.

"Go relax. Dinner should be ready in a few. Don't let the others bully you." Jin warned.

"With these muscles?" Jimin pointed out, poking Jungkook's biceps. "No one would dare."

"Well get out of my kitchen. I need to concentrate." Jin shooed them away, and they found themselves back in the living room.

"Yoongi-hyung, stop hogging the couch." Jimin complained, but the older stayed unmoving.

"Pile up!" Tae shouted and hurried to Yoongi's couch, but before he could leap on top, the elder sat up, grumbling about being comfortable. Tae giggled and winked at Jungkook playfully before returning to his seat.

Jimin took the space beside Yoongi and Jungkook beside him.

"So you work with Jimin?" Namjoon started the conversation.

"We went to school together." Jimin commented. "But he didn't look like this back then."

"Neither did you." Jungkook scrunched his nose.

The others giggled.

"What did Jimin look like back then?"

"Well for one, he had black hair." Jungkook grinned.

Everyone gasped dramatically, playing along. Jimin covered his face embarrassed.

"AND he had glasses."

"No!!" Tae groaned, fake crying.

Jungkook laughed. "But he had a reputation for being a really good dancer back then too. But as far as I remember, he was a contemporary dancer so I was surprised hearing he danced to club music."

"We trained him in the art of hip hop." Yoongi commented.

"Please." Namjoon snorted. "You didn't teach him any sort of dancing."

"Coming from you? That's gold." Yoongi chuckled.

"Now, now. Play nice you two." Hoseok laughed. "Last time we had a drunk dance battle, someone broke a table."

Namjoon groaned. "I was GENTLY putting my cup down."

"Yes, with your entire body." Yoongi teased.

Jungkook found himself laughing along at the image.

"Dinner is ready kids!" Jin called out.

Everyone practically leapt out of their seats and raced to the dining room, shoving each other to get the prime seat at the center of the table. But one glare from Jin as they entered the kitchen had them split up obediently, leaving the center seat for Jungkook who had just been watching the stampede in amusement.

"Seriously. I don't know why you fight for that seat." Jin shook his head.

"You have access to all the food so easily!" Tae explained.

"It's cause Jimin had to get a rectangular table to be 'classy'." Yoongi stated.

"Yet you helped put it together." Jimin shook his head.

"It was too late by then." Yoongi sighed exasperatedly. "The deed was done."

Dinner flew by easily. Jungkook loved listening to them reminisce about their first few months in Seoul, how hard it was for everyone to adjust (since they all were from different places and moved to Seoul for work), and how they began meeting each other and building this little group they had. He enjoyed that they openly teased each other and bickered. Everyone was easygoing and didn't force him to speak, but they would try to include him by saying "Tell Jungkook about the time that" or "Jungkook, who do you think won in the end?". It made him comfortable enough to insert some of his own funny stories from back home or events that occurred when he first arrived in Seoul. They listened attentively, but didn't spare him from the teasing and the jokes either, which made him feel more at ease and comfortable. Like he was already one of them.

Then they eventually found themselves playing drunken Twister somehow. It ended up with lots of giggling and a lot of body piles. Once sobered up, they began to talk about more serious topics like their dreams, their future, love, etc. And Jungkook was astounded by their different perspectives and how some of them were as unsure as he was, but others had had their dreams from a young age. It made him really reflect on himself, and luckily, they didn't ask him to contribute. It segued back to funny stories then somehow went to Jin telling them dad jokes, which became a catalyst for people to begin saying their goodbyes.

Filled with so much to say, so much energy, Jungkook didn't know what to do with himself after leaving, so his immediate response was to call you.

And that led him to rambling about his day excitedly in the middle of one of your rooms as you painted and seemingly listened intently, since you laughed at the right parts and asked questions here and there. It was only after he finished his story that he took the time to really look at what you were doing.

"I'm glad you had a really good time." You grinned genuinely. "See? I told you life is better with friends."

"Well, no. You only said work would be more bearable." He corrected.

"Semantics." You waved it off.

"Why're you painting in the middle of an empty room, by the way?" he finally asked.

You chuckled. "Well I sort of paint for a living."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah. Surprised?"

"A little."

"I did say I did art. Do I not seem like a painter?"

"Well no, I just-- have you had them put up in galleries?" He questioned.

"Yeah, most of them. Although, I go by a pseudonym."

"Wow." He was in awe. "Is that what you've always wanted to do?"

"Honestly...no... I mean I love to do it. I just kind of wish I had more career choices, you know?"

Jungkook frowned. He hadn't really thought about it. That your lack of vision could hinder your opportunities and limit how you could make a living.

"It's not that we don't have the capability." You sighed. "Most people are ignorant or intimidated, I'm never sure. We can do everything everyone else can, just a little differently. So it's not lack of ability, but lack of knowledge and understanding by people hiring."

"I'm sorry." Jungkook stated.

"Don't be. It's not your fault. It's how society's been for a long time." You laughed. "I don't want that to make your day sad. I'm sure it'll change eventually."

"Do people know you're the artist behind these paintings?" He changed the subject.

"No, actually. I've never stepped out in public at these galleries. It's kinda like the big mystery among the artist community. They say it's probably a celebrity." You snorted.

There was a comfortable silence as Jungkook observed you mixing colors with the paintbrush and dipping a different finger into it. He realized your fingers each had their own color paint.

"How do you know which color is which?" He asked.

Your lips curled up, "Each paint color has a specific texture and consistency."

Jungkook's mouth dropped in amazement. "What? Really? You can tell that way??"

"Mhm. I've painted long enough I've been able to tell." You nodded.

"Wow..."

You started cracking up.

"What?" Jungkook inquired. "What's funny?"

"I'm joking, Jungkook." You held up one of the bottles. "They have Braille on the bottles and on the palette. The trick is just remembering which finger I used for which."

Jungkook laughed along. "Hey I'm a noob at this, take it easy."

"Go hard or go home." You shrugged.

"Pretty sure that doesn't apply to this." He chuckled. "So what made you get into painting and art?"

"Well...cause with art, I can build a world that doesn't exist. It doesn't matter if I miss dipping my finger into a color, really. It doesn't matter if I make trees blue and the sun green. It still results into something amazing because of the journey, and because there is no structure, no constraints, no limit." You smiled fondly. "Much like life right? You meet a mix of people of all different shades and colors; you feel different ranges of emotion. There's no set constraint to how someone should be or feel. But yet, everyone tries to set limits, to compensate and make sense out of the unknown and establish a 'norm'."

Jungkook watched you finish up in silence. He could hear the sadness in your voice, and it made him realize as he glanced around your large yet somewhat empty apartment, that you were both relatively alone. But for you, it wasn't that you isolated yourself and avoided people like he did; people were isolating you, not wanting to put in the effort to interact and understand you. He realized why you were so adamant on him reaching out and making friends. You knew the feeling of loneliness all too well probably. He had taken for granted something that wasn't so readily available for everyone. You wanted to make friends, and most probably tried, but not everyone was accommodating. Meanwhile, Jungkook was that person who refused to get to know others.

He wasn't sure what to say, but he knew he wanted to let you know that he wasn't going to go anywhere like the others. But all that came out was a question.

"What's your dream?"

"Hm..." You hummed. "In general? Or as in a job?"

"Whichever." Jungkook shrugged.

"Well I've always wanted to travel." Your lips curled up, dreamily. "Although I can't see the sights, I want to be able to feel them, and be there. But it's definitely a venture going anywhere new."

Jungkook nodded, cursing silently. Why was he so bad at finding words of comfort and reassurance?

"I'm done. Wanna see?" You flashed your teeth excitedly, and he was somewhat relieved you changed the topic.

Jungkook scooted over, surprised to find that the canvas was now dark--black, really--, with hints of blue green and a gray-ish tint mixed in. His eyes immediately landed at the bright, orange flower you had painted realistically at the center. It flooded him with warmth, which settled solidly in his chest.

"Can I take a picture of it?" He questioned.

"Yeah, of course." You nodded. "You like it?"

"It's beautiful." He breathed genuinely.

Jungkook spotted a tint of pink on your cheeks, and felt himself blush as well. Quickly, he snapped a picture of it for safekeeping. He resonated with your painting on a deeper level.

Much like he had been in the darkness just last week, you and a certain tuff of orange hair had brought a little more color and brightness into his world. And although it had only been a short while, he knew he would forever be grateful for you both for making him see there was so much more to life, so much more to him.

PART 3

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Incredulity // Jughead Smut

Summary: Fred Andrews is the single parent of twins. He walks in on his daughter with her girlfriend in the middle of sex. Following that breakup you got together with your brothers best friend whom doesn’t have experience in sex so you teach your boyfriend. Guess your not the only twin in a forbidden relationship...only one is legal.

Characters: Jughead x Andrews!Reader, Betty x Reader, Kevin Keller, Archie Andrews (mentioned) and Fred Andrews

Words: 3237

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. I do not own the Comics either. Jughead is NOT asexual in his.

Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, smut, former same sex relationship,

Author: Caitsy

Tagging: At the bottom

A/N Originally this was going to be a Veronica fic but apparently my subconscious was needy for Jughead.

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Jokes were always made about the Andrews twins, Archie was the boy that got hit by the puberty bus during the summer before sophomore year. You however had came out of the awkward phase a lot early than your twin brother, it was the end of middle school when you hit puberty in the most graceful way.

While Archie incredibly straight, you were bisexual with no real preference to be honest. Nobody believed that you were bisexual, especially your dad because he had never seen you look at a female before. Fred Andrews got a rude awakening when he walked in on Betty Cooper going down on his freshmen aged daughter. Next the whole town found out about the relationship, minus the sexual side, with the knowledge that Betty had been crushing on you. It was purely fun for you and experimental for her so it didn’t cause any problems when she discovered she was only into guys and actually liked your twin. You guys continued to be best friends.

It was amusing when your father walked in on Betty and you because he fumbled through the safe sex talk. He didn’t know much about safe sex between females but he tried his best even if both of you were embarrassed beyond belief. He was happy however that you wouldn’t become the parental nightmare of pregnant teenager.

It was the last day of summer that he caught you with your boyfriend in bed together and getting the shock of his life for the second time. Jughead and you had gotten together at the very end of freshman year. Nobody, even Archie whom knew everything about you, knew about it because there was no real reason that they needed to know. You were a slut by any means, you only had had sex with Betty so you didn’t care if someone found out that Jughead and you were together. The only thing was that you hadn’t gone that far yet.

Jughead and you did make-out a lot when you were alone but it never went past him grazing your breast. He was virgin in all ways and his only experiences were with you, he didn’t care for the teenage need for sex as much as possible and dating so many people before dropping them. It was at a party that he brought it up with the help of some liquid courage.

F L A S H B A C K

“I’ve never had sex.” Jughead pouted feeling the influence of alcohol kicking in.

You weren’t surprised because you knew already. You had grown up with him and he had only socialized mainly with his family, your family and Betty. He was private person, not shy but not outgoing either. He just didn’t care to talk with people he didn’t need to.

“Why are you bringing it up?” You asked smiling in amusement.

“I want to.” Jughead replied.

“You’ve never said anything before.”

“Well sorry being inexperienced compared to your girlfriend makes you nervous.”

“Are you asking if we can?” You chuckled as your tipsy boyfriend.

“Will you teach me?” He asked biting his lip. Your lips parted at the sight of his tongue sweeping along his bottom lip.

You couldn’t hold a smile back at his question. He was more open with alcohol in his system even towards you. It was understandable how he didn’t have a tolerance to alcohol yet, it was his first party. The only time he had really gotten drunk was spring break in freshmen year when Archie, him and you snagged some beer from the get together Fred threw before drinking them later that night. Needless to say your dad found out and you were grounded for a long time and Jughead was banned from the house for two weeks.

“Jug, I was waiting for you to say something.” You chuckled, “Just know that I’ve never actually slept with a guy.”

“Only Betty?”

“Yes. It was wonderful to have your dad walking immediately after you orgasmed with your girlfriend between your legs.” You sarcastically said. Jughead ignored that with a snort as he took a drink from the cup in his hand.

“When can we?” He asked.

“Not this week.”

Jughead pouted before agreeing to it. The conversation was abandoned for another talk when Kevin appeared right next to you. If anyone in the town could figure out that you were dating Jughead it would be Kevin.

“Hey Y/N I have someone for you to get comfortable with.” Kevin exclaimed with glee.

Kevin had belief that you weren’t over Betty and only pushing it down knowing she was into your twin brother instead. Not even two weeks after you and Betty broke it off he began to throw people at you for a rebound. No matter how much you told him you were over it, he would ignore you and just bring more ‘candidates’ to you.

“No thanks.” You replied not eve caring if it hurt Kevin.

“You haven’t been with anyone since Betty,: Kevin exclaimed before patting your shoulder, “Don’t you know the saying ‘to over over-“

“I’m on my period.” You bluntly said.

“Oh.” Kevin blinked, “I’m pretty sure they faint at the sight of blood.”

“Isn’t that a shame?” Jughead glared as he become sobered at the thought of you with another guy.

‘I have to go home.” You sighed grabbing your jacket from behind you on the couch.

“I’m going to walk you home. I can’t wait to leave this cliche.” Jughead said placing his drink in Kevin’s reluctant hand.

You began to notice that Archie was acting strange with his behaviour of not coming home when he wasn’t working. It was worrying when he would stumble in with this odd expression he had never had before along with an array of marks on his neck. He no longer would share anything with you and even went as far to not spend time with you anymore. He bailed on family night countless times which was strange because he was always hounding you to show up to them.

When your brother bailed for the fourth time just that week alone you simply gave up. You couldn’t be bothered to care for someone that no longer saw you as important. Instead you began to hang out more with Kevin and Josie along with her band members. Not to mention that you spend a whole lot of your free time with Jughead.

Today you were sitting against a tree in the large park that was barely, if at all used by the town. You used it as your spot to get away from the pain of being a teenager and the only female in your family. You would read a book, do homework and/or listen to music. Not many people knew about it anyway making it even more special.

“Y/N?: The upset and angered voice of Jughead broke through.

“Jug?” You said pulling your earphones out of your ears to hear the boy more.

Jughead wasn’t one to show a lot of emotions even if it was just the two of you. It was extremely concerning when you saw the tears welling up. You had only seen him like this once before when your Dad fired his after stealing from him. Without hesitation you yanked your boyfriend down to the ground and against your chest.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered feeling a single tear fall onto your neck while a whimper left his lips.

“Archie called.” He mumbled, “He can’t go on the road trip.”

“What the fuck?!” You exclaimed shocked at the information.

Archie and Jughead has been planning this road trip since the end of freshman year. They had gotten everything ready even before Jughead went against Archie’s wishes to date you. It wasn’t like Archie to give up on something he had wanted and gotten. Something was really wrong with him.

“I don’t know why I’m so emotional over this.” Jug laughed lifting his head up.

‘He’s never bailed on you before. He’s been doing it to me also.” You admitted. Jughead raised his head to meet your eyes.

“Do you have any idea what’s up with him? You would know the best because your his female copy.”

“No.” You frowned, “He’s been acting weird and not being home much. I also heard a guitar in his room when he was home.”

It was was quiet for a few minutes before he suggest that the two of your go on the road trip instead. Jug had been looking forward to this for month so when you agreed his got a little bit happier.

“We should pack.” You said climbing to your feet.

The subject of sex didn’t come up again following that party. Nothing happened on the road trip either. You were hanging out the day before the first day of school. Jughead was going to write about Jason Blossom’s drowning from the fourth of July.

Jughead came into your room and explained writing about the town as a criminal book to get published. He had dived into writing even more following both the end of his friendship with Archie and the town tragedy.

“I think it would be really cool and helpful it you did that.” You said pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Jughead watched as you smiled before his kissed you, unable to hold himself back. What he meant to be short and sweet changed passionately. The desire was obvious when he pushed everything off the desk you had been sitting in front of. He lifted you with ease to settle on the top of your desk and he pressed more into you.

One hand in his hatless her and your other on his toned stomach making his shiver in delight at your touch. It was a heated make-out with him that was going to get even hotter when he swiftly pulled back to remove your shirt and tossed it behind him. The shirt hadn’t even landed on the ground before he was kissing you again.

Pulling back his eyes roamed your nearly bare torso with desire and need that left you breathless and squirming.

“No words can describe you.” Jughead whispered running his thump over your swollen lips.He gently pulled your bottom lip down before he pushed a piece of hair behind your ear.

You gasped as he trailed fire over your leg with his hand. His short nails leaving behind a red trail causing you to moan. The slight pain mixing with the pleasure flooding through the veins at Jughead’s slightest touch.

His shirt disappeared next as his lips began to explore your neck with slow movements. You bit your lip trying to hold back another moan but when his teeth nipped that one magic spot on your neck. You used your foot to push him even more against your body.

Jughead groaned lowly when his hard on pressed against the apex of your legs causing you to melt against his body.

“Holy shit that’s hot.” You groaned at the sight of your turned on boyfriend, “Bed.”

With no words Jug picked you up before dripping you on the bed. Pillows were pushed off the bed by you not wanting anything to get in the way of your fun. Your movements and breathing became shaky when Jughead slowly left open mouth kisses on your stomach. His fingers fumbling with the task of unbuttoning your jeans.

“Jug!” You squealed as his lips followed his hands when dragging the material off your legs.

“Are you sure?” Jug asked his hands resting on your ankles where your jeans only slightly were hanging on.

“Hell yeah.” You croaked out.

A wicked smart was painted on the raven haired boy’s lips. He yanked you lower on the bed using his hands on your ankles. He slowly crawled up your body only leaving bites from your thighs and up to your boobs. Nothing between your waist and boobs was left unmarked in some way.

“Jeans off.” You said making quick work of his pants as if it was your job to remove his clothing. You pressed open mouthed kisses on his chest.

You weren't sure how it happened but your hair was splayed across your bed with the ponytail missing. Jughead’s hands were clenching your upper thighs that were pressed hard against his hips. Biting his lip you pushed your tongue inside his mouth to explore earning yourself the gorgeous and shover inducing moan from him. He began to fight for dominance and he won when his hand moved to squeeze your boob. A dark chuckle fell from his lips at the gasp you made before his tongue explored your mouth.

“That’s my favourite sound.” Jug said, “Can I get you to record it for me?”

“Shut up?” You muttered sitting up to release your bra clasp.

“Oh my god.” Jug grunted almost losing himself right there in the most embarrassing way.

“Well are you going to remove them?” You asked gesturing towards your panties.

He practically ripped them off in excitement at the fact that this was actually happening. The lust on his face made you eve more wet leaving him with a dry mouth in anticipation. Meeting your gaze he shrugged at the obvious unusable panties that were ripped on the edges.

“Hope they weren’t important.” He chuckled.

Wrapping your hand around the back of the neck, you pulled him down. Pulling him into a searing kiss. You used your feet to push his dark boxers off his body with a grin at his surprise.

“Holy shit.” You said trailing your finger along his happy trail.

Your hand was pushed away before you touched his erection. You furrowed your brow in confusion at his resistance to touching his member.

“I swear if you, my naked goddess, touch my dick I’ll come right there.” Jug warned making your blush at his blunt words but what could you expect from him.

“I’m guess you need help?” You asked changing the subject off his dick.

“I’m prepared.” He admitted pulling a condom out of no where, “I uh, stole it from Archie’s room.”

“You expected this to happen?”

“I wanted to be ready if it did happen.”

You chuckled snatching the square from his hand. You tore it open with your mouth not taking your eyes from his. Only looking down to pinch the top of the condom and roll it down his length as you seductively watched his expressions change. He gulped clenching his fist to keep control over himself not noticing as your hand began to reach between your legs.

He stared just as you brushed against your clit and quickly slapped your hand away.

“Let me.” He said replacing your hand with his.

His hand became steady as he heard the gasp from you just as his finger circled experimentally with pressure. He found the right pressure and speed as you moaned squirming under his hand even as he pressed his other hand on your hip to hold you down. You began to shake when he dipped one of his fingers into you.

“Oh!” You moaned, “How..how do-“

“Internet is a wonderful place and your moans help too.” He answered slipping a second finger in to dance with his first finger.

You gasped as the indescribable feeling began to building inside you. You hand clenched around Jughead’s wrist as your toes curled and pretty flush came upon your entire body.

“I’m…I’m-”

“Let go.” He whispered attaching his lips to your nipple to throw you further in the release.

The powerful feeling filled your body as his fingers followed the movements making a beautiful dance on your g-spot. His tongue swirled around your nipple causing you to arch even a slight amount off the bed.

“Holy…” You blinked dazed upon returning to earth,

“I’m that good.” Jughead smirked before he found himself underneath you.

Your lips descended on his as you positioned his cock at your entrance. You slowly moved your self down him. His eyes closed and his jaw clenched as the new feeling overcoming him at his most sensitive area. You both stopped moving for a moment as your hands braced yourself on his shoulders and his holding you still by the waist. The pain for you ebbed back.

“Can you move?” Jughead’s strained voice asked.

“Yeah.” You breathed as your slowly raised yourself up before moving back down easing both him and you into the feeling.

The room filled with muffled moans and the sound of skin meeting skin as your speed increased. You squealed feeling Jughead roll you under him and bit the side of your neck as he slowed down the thrusts. Now at a slower but beautiful pace as his lips danced a cross you skin leaving painted marks, nails biting into his neck and biceps. Lips molded together as your climbed the mountain together.

“Oh wow!” You exclaimed as you fell into the ocean of pleasure.

It was so intense you didn’t even notice he had grabbed your hand in the middle of losing yourself in the throes of passion. You welcomed his body heat as he fell onto your body spent from the experience of his first time.

While he rolled of you, you got up to change the sheets to clean ones and throw your dirty clothing and your ripped panties in the trash. Jughead disappeared into the bathroom while your stripped the bed before placing the clean sheets on the bed. Jughead reappeared, still naked, but holding a damp wash cloth for you.

“Thanks.” You smiled as you cleaned yourself up.

Jughead pulled his boxers back on while you grabbed a clean pair of panties on. Climbing back into the bed pulling a support sports bra on.

“Hey Y/N.” Your dad began as he slowly opened your door.

Jughead threw his discarded black shirt to you while he scrambled to get into the bed with a fearful expression. You had the shirt just below your breast.

“This isn’t how I wanted your dad to know!” Jughead barely said.

“What do you want for…”Dad trailed off seeing a shirtless Jughead in bed with you. His daughter that had sex hair and Jughead’s shirt on.

“Hey Mr. Andrews.” Jug awkwardly waved.

“Hello Jughead…oh my god you-“

“It’s-“

“I thought you were into girls!” Dad exclaimed, “You just had sex with-“ “I’m bisexual.” You said gulping and only feeling a little relieved when Jughead clasped your hand in his.

“I have whiplash I swear.” Dad blinked, “I’m thinking of taking your door away, this is the second time I walked…wait you don’t have money Y/N Y/M/N Andrews! You better have used pr-“

“Condom was from Archie’s room!” You exclaimed.

Your Dad fell against the wall in shock at the new revelation. His kids weren’t kids anymore, they were his kids having sex. Under his roof.

“Both my-“

“Dad! Jug and I have been dating since the end of last school year.” You admitted watching as your shell shocked Dad processed that.

“Boyfriend.” Dad blinked, “I better set the table for one more.”

“That went better than expected.” Jughead stated once you were alone again.

You shot him an incredulous look at Jug before collapsing back into the pillows wanting the ground to open up and swallow you.

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