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mypoisonedvine · 10 months

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another idea for dr crane but i'm afraid it might be too similar to thoughtless so please just ignore if it is!!: from personal experience, being a patient of his who is seeing him bc of sexual trauma. fear of penetration due to previous sexual assault. and ofc he's all about exposure therapy. and you wanna trust him so so bad bc he wants what's best for you, he's encouraging you ("you deserve to embrace your sexuality, you get past this one barrier and you're free"), but you start to fight back. and he takes personal offense bc he's your doctor, why don't you trust his expertise? but then it starts to feel good~

idk i picture reader trying with a toy in front of him but he gets impatient sees she's struggling with going that extra step further so he takes control either with the toy or himself.

warnings: not actually that dark (I mean, it is cause he's her therapist lol but he's not nonconning her) but still manipulation, slightly medical kink?, praise kink

(oops this turned out pretty long how did that happen? lmao)

"Did you try what we discussed last week?" he asked, and you pressed your knees together as you looked down and shook your head. "Really? You seemed very positive about it before."

"I was," you admitted. "It seemed really easy-- just sort of training myself, you know. But then I got home and... I guess it was a little overwhelming."

"Hm," he said, and you started to feel guilty for disappointing him. "That's interesting-- it seems like you were more comfortable here than at home. I figured it would be the other way around."

"Yeah, that would make more sense, I guess," you shrugged, "but-- I dunno..."

"Do you want to try again?" he wondered.

"I do," you admitted, "but I'm nervous that I'll start panicking again..."

"Then why don't you try here?"

You tensed up at just the suggestion; "Wouldn't that be... I mean, isn't that...?"

"I'm a medical doctor," he reminded you with a chuckle, "I've seen much worse. This is simply part of your treatment. I want you to get better."

You took a deep breath, nodding. "Okay," you decided. "Okay, I can try it."

"Great," he smiled, uncrossing his legs and resetting his clipboard in his lap. "We agreed before that you'd be more comfortable with your fingers than silicone dilators, is that still--?"

"Yes," you interrupted, "definitely. Feels too... clinical, otherwise."

He nodded, and there was a brief silence.

"So, do I just... start?"

"I'd like you to try," he said gently.

You noticed that his gaze never broke away from you, but you looked down into your lap as you started to slowly spread your legs. "So I just.. reach under my dress?"

"That should be fine," he encouraged. "There's nothing to be afraid of-- this is a safe space."

You nodded in agreement, pulling up your dress enough to reach into your panties. Sighing, you tried not to let nerves get the better of you as you pushed your lips apart with your fingers. But still, the anxiety was bubbling up, and you pressed the tip of your finger to your hole only to feel resistance alongside your distress. "I-- I don't think I can--"

"It's alright," he soothed, "start with the outside first-- stimulate your clitoris."

You choked on a laugh, still too nervous to look at him. "You really are a medical doctor..."

"What, too formal?" he chuckled. "Alright... rub your clit."

That shocked you even more than the clinical language; but it made you pulse inside, too. "O-okay..."

You pressed your fingers against the bud, trying to rub it, but it didn't really feel like anything-- like rubbing your elbow or something. Jonathan corrected you right away: "Not so hard," he said, "start gently."

"Sorry," you breathed, shutting your eyes.

"No-- it's fine," he assured, "I just want to help."

He was right, though; when you lessened the pressure and gently rubbed in circles, it started to feel good-- slowly, but surely. When your next breath came out shaky, you heard him hum with satisfaction.

"Is that better?" he asked.

"Yes," you answered, but you didn't mean for it to be a moan.

"I think you're ready," he informed you-- and something about his voice, it was lower than before, it was different... it was making you wet.

"Ready... for what?" you whispered, daring to open your eyes and see the darkness in his expression as he watched you.

"Ready to fuck yourself with your fingers."

"Oh," you sighed, feeling like you'd been punched in the gut-- in the best possible way. "Okay..."

"Just one to start," he encouraged, "put a finger inside yourself, nice and slow."

You sighed as you pressed the finger up to your hole again, smiling as you realized it was more open-- and wet-- than before. You gently pressed in further, finding some pressure but pushing through it until you were knuckle deep in yourself. You smiled happily; "I did it," you breathed, "oh my god, I-- I never thought I'd--"

"Don't stop," he cooed, "move it back and forth. If you do well enough, you can add a second finger."

You figured he meant it that you would be able to add a second finger, but it almost sounded like a bargain, like a reward. Do what I say and I'll let you add a second, or something. Surely that wasn't what he meant.

"A little faster," he encouraged as you pumped the finger. "That's it, very good."

You whimpered, biting down on your lip to hide your moan. You wanted him to say that again, to tell you that you were doing this correctly.

"Add the second now," he instructed, his own voice suddenly sounding a little hoarse and needy. "Stretch yourself out-- and tell me how it feels."

"It feels good," you panted as you started to add your second finger, whining at the stretch. "Fuck, I-- will they both fit?"

He chuckled a little-- a low, rough sound-- and promised you: "Yes, they'll fit. You can take a lot more than two fingers, with some patience."

You hadn't even imagined being able to do more than this-- for years, you hadn't been able to put anything inside you, and now here you were... fingering yourself in front of your therapist. "How much more?" you wondered, hardly imagining how it could be possible.

There was a long, long pause; you worried he hadn't heard you. Looking at him again, you found him watching with a tight jaw.

"How much more can I take, Dr. Crane?" you asked again.

"You can take anything I give you," he answered tensely.

A shiver ran up your spine; "F-fuck," you whimpered, and your walls pulsed around your fingers.

"You're going to come, aren't you?" he noticed, and you nodded. "Good."

You gasped.

"Very good," he egged you on, seeing the effect it had on you; your head tilted back as you pushed your fingers into yourself faster. "You're doing very well for me-- now I just need to see you come. I just need you to make yourself come."

"Yes, yes," you chanted, hips rocking, moans growing louder. "It feels good-- fuck, Doctor, I--"

"I know," he soothed, "just let it happen. Keep going. Come for me."

It hit you all at once, a heavy and numbing feeling that left you shaking on his couch; he purred out his praises, telling you how good you were doing, and it only made the feeling stronger.

When you exhausted yourself, you stilled; there was a moment of silence, just your panting filling the air, until you found the strength to meet his gaze again. He was smiling at you sweetly, looking oddly similar to how he always did at the end of a session. "That was incredible progress," he said proudly. "You should be very impressed with yourself."

You sighed as you nervously pulled your fingers out of yourself. "I-- do you have a tissue I can wipe these with?" you asked nervously.

"No need," he said, "you should taste it."

"Wh-what?" you choked out, your face even warmer than before.

"Just taste it-- I think you'll like it," he encouraged.

Though you hesitated for a second, you brought your wet fingers to your lips and gently licked off some of the sticky substance left behind.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"It's sort of strange," you admitted.

"It's an acquired taste," he shrugged, making your heart pound as you realized just from the look in his eyes that this was absolutely a taste he'd acquired... then again, there must have been a reason that he knew even better than you how to touch yourself and make you come.

Then, it was impossible not to imagine what he's like when he does this off the clock-- the way he touches and pleasures the women he takes to bed. You imagined him with his fingers inside lace panties, whispering in her ear about how good she was being for him; you imagined him pushing two inside and promising to give her more; you imagined him making her come, over and over, until he's satisfied and brings those soaked fingers to his lips and calling her delicious.

And even though you tried not to picture who that woman would be, you couldn't help but wonder if he'd like a woman like you... if you were the type he'd do that to, if you weren't his patient.

"Thank you," you blurted out. "I never thought I'd be able to... thank you. It's been a long time since I was able to feel that."

He nodded. "Thank you for trusting me," he replied. Glancing at the clock, he sighed a little through a polite smile: "Oh, look at that, we're out of time for today. This has been a really excellent session."

"Yeah," you agreed as you both stood up, "definitely."

"And next week, we can discuss the next steps in your recovery."

You raised your eyebrows when you heard that, already almost halfway out of the office. "Next steps?" you noticed.

"Yes," he agreed, "you made great progress, but there's still so much more for you to learn."

#jonathan crane fic #jonathan crane smut #jonathan crane x reader #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut #scarecrow x reader

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moonchildstyles · 6 months

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Okay last one tonight bc I don’t want to overwhelm you but….if you want more 👀

Angel having a night were she’s just :// she’s just sad :( n she doesn’t know why :/ maybe Sarah’s been out of town for the past week, so she’s been alone at her place. And it’s been 2 or 3 days since she’s seen Harry cus they are both just so so busy lately. And maybe she’s been thinking about her parents lately cus she knows her moms birthday is coming up, and even though they aren’t even on speaking terms it still just makes her sad to think about:( she wishes their relationship wasn’t how it is. N she’s just…sad so she’s crying in her bed and just :((( and she knows Harry would drop everything if she told him any of this but she knows he’s at work and he’s gonna be until late tonight cus he has this client who wants a really big and detailed tattoo and he’s really excited about it cus it’s sick (and also he’s gonna make soo much money from it) but she still just :/ she misses him and shes feeling quite lonely :( so she’d head to his place even tho he’s still at work and will be for a couple hours, she just wants to cry in his bed instead of her own. And when she gets there that’s what she does. Just cry’s and cry’s until she falls asleep. And when h comes home and sees her laying in his bed asleep hes soooooo happy cus he thought he wasn’t gonna be able to see her until tommorw but here she is. And he knows he shouldn’t wake her up cus it’s late and she needs her sleep cus she’s been so so busy with work and school. But he just can’t help it cus he hasn’t seen her for two whole days. So he’d kneel down by the side of his bed and brush over her cheek with his thumb softly and “baby? You came to see me hm?” And she’d sleepy open her eyes and “Harry?” And he’s “s’ me baby” and she’d sit her self up enough that’s she’s able to wrap her self fully around him and “missed you so so much” and he’s “missed you more my sleepy girl” and she’d shake her head that’s buried in his neck and “..I was cryin” and he’d :((( and pull her back to look at her face and “you were crying?” and that’s when he’d really notice that her eyes are blood shot and her face is all splotchy red. And she’d just nod and he’d be “oh, my poor baby” and pull her in to him again, his big hand on her head, holding it against his chest while rocking her and he’s “why was my girl crying huh? What’s got my baby all sad?” And she’d get teary eyed again and “just lots of things” and his heart is breakinggggggg hearing her teary voice and she’d continue after sniffling “just missed you. And felt lonely with Sarah gone. And I’m sad that my mom doesn’t want me.” And he’s 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 petting her hair and “m’ so so sorry. My poor baby. Should told me Angel I woulda came right home. Ya don’t have to be lonely. Never have to be lonely. M always here for you. Ya know that right?” And she’s hiccuping back sobs and “yeah I know…don’t know why I’m so sad. Just missed you is all.” And he’s “oh my Angel.” Kissing her head “I love you so much you know? So so much” and she’s “know that too. Love you more” and he’s “promise you that’s not possible” and he’d just hold her all night and dote on her and Rock her to sleep and bundled her all up in blankets that smell like him and his arms. And then when she wakes up in the morning she realized she started her period and everything makes sense hahahah

FIRST OF ALL.....OFC I WANT MORE ALWAYS LITERALLY ALWAYS IN NEED THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE!!!!!

and I think you have sent this one before but I do love it bad like I jsut always love him comforting her and taking care of her :((((( never a bad one to remember :(

#anon #ask #aster inspo #concept

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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i have a request!

maybe one where steve knows he's bisexual before eddie but ofc, eddie thinks he's straight and doesn't think he has a chance, so he just takes whatever he can get with steve's friendship even though he has the biggest crush on steve and vice versa. but when eddie does find out about both, eddie would be internally screaming bc he could have been in a relationship with him and kissing steve ages ago.

i just love gay disaster eddie and confident bisexual steve haha

THANK YOU FOR THIS!!! This one could genuinely be a multi-chapter fic, so if someone has the time, I would love LOVE LOVE to read that. For now, here's a taste of something that kind of checks all the boxes mentioned but at superspeed. If I could write a 20k fic on it, it probably would have A LOT more pining first. I'm a sucker for pining. I hope you love this little thing! - Mickala ❤️

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Steve was giving off vibes, okay?

Like, major ones.

And Eddie was convinced he was imagining it or just trying to convince himself that something existed where it didn’t to make his chances higher.

When Robin came out, a small part of him believed that Steve had to be at least a little queer. Men didn’t just accept being turned down by someone they liked when they turned out to be a big old lesbian.

But when he casually asked Robin if Steve had ever been so inclined towards the same sex, she laughed hysterically and said Steve was as straight as they came, that she’d never met anyone as straight as him, and that she’d probably end up with a man before he did.

So he let it go.

But then he said stuff sometimes about actors or singers that just left Eddie’s brain a big pile of question marks.

Maybe Eddie just didn’t know how straight dudes talked about other dudes?

So he let that go too.

And then Steve was genuinely checking out a guy at the public pool. There was no other explanation for the way his eyes focused in on his ass and worked their way up his body, a nod of silent approval hidden to all but Eddie.

But he did the same exact thing to Robin when she came out of the changing room, and while he knew he had feelings for her a while ago, they were long gone.

“What was that all about?” Eddie gave in and asked when everyone else started walking to the steps to get in.

“What?”

“Checking Robin out.”

“What the hell? I wasn’t checking her out! I was making sure her bathing suit fit right. One of the things they taught in lifeguard classes was that a too big or too small bathing suit can kill you.”

“So you were just making sure it fit?”

“Yeah. I don’t want her to drown.”

Eddie sighed.

But he let it go.

He stopped hoping for the chance to be more than friends. He was fine with just being friends. More than fine. Great.

He got to enjoy having Steve as a friend.

He didn’t half ass anything.

If he said he was gonna hang out, he was ready to commit the entire day to making sure you had his attention.

If he had everyone over at his house for movie night, he had everyone’s favorite snacks ready to go.

If he was gonna join Eddie at the quarry and smoke and look at the stars, he was gonna do it while making Eddie fall in love with him.

It wasn’t fair.

But he tried to let it go.

It was one of those nights that he found out he didn’t have to let it go.

“You ever just wonder how you could have ever thought you were a different person?”

What? Okay, Steve was high. Past the silly kind and right into the too existential to make sense kind.

“I don’t have a clue what you’re sayin’, man.”

Steve giggled.

God, Eddie was fucking done for.

“It’s just that I thought I was straight for 17 years of my life. And then spent another two years trying to convince myself that I couldn’t be anything but straight. And then life smacked me with Robin and now you and it didn’t really leave me much room to argue.”

“What are you saying?”

“I mean, I’ve had a crush on you since. Well, definitely since you held a bottle to my throat, but probably before that. Like, way before that. Maybe your first senior year.”

Steve was high. He didn’t mean what he was saying, and even if somehow he did, it wasn’t fair to hold him to it. Being high was sometimes like being drunk: the words may be true, but the feelings may not stick around.

So Eddie took a deep breath, bit back the tears he could feel clinging to his eyes and the burn in his throat, and forced himself to change the subject.

It wasn’t fair, but when Steve let him change the subject easily, he let it go.

————-

It took three weeks for him to break.

He was with Steve at his house, waiting for the kids to show up for movie night. Steve was busy preparing homemade pizza because he thrived on being able to cook for everyone.

Eddie loved him so much.

He was staring. He knew he was.

But how could he not when Steve was in that stupid “Number One Dad” apron that Max got him last Christmas as a joke, but he’d sniffled and said thank you like it was the best gift he got in the world?

Steve was humming something, sliding the last pizza into the oven (pineapple and ham for El, Will, and Mike), when it all seemed to hit him.

Steve had come out to him, had admitted out loud that he wasn’t straight and that he’d had a crush on him for a long time.

Sure, he was high when he did, but he’d been high with Eddie lots of times and never given away any top secret personal information like that.

He’d wanted Eddie to make a move.

He was so stupid.

He stood abruptly, nearly banging his knee against the bar in the kitchen.

Steve looked over at him, brows furrowed in concern, lips pouting out unintentionally.

Eddie stalked over to him, not bothering to explain his theatrics. At this point, Steve should be used to them.

He stopped right in front of him, looking down at the suddenly nervous way Steve was holding himself.

He wasn’t letting it go this time.

He sure as shit wasn’t running. He didn’t do that anymore.

“You remember the quarry?”

“Like, in general…or…?”

“A few weeks ago you said something at the quarry.”

“Oh.” Steve looked down at the floor between them. “Yeah. It’s okay that you don’t feel the same. I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that.”

There was no fucking way Eddie was letting him think he didn’t want him back.

He gripped his cheeks in his hands, palms tilting his face up so he could look into his eyes.

Steve was biting his lip so hard, it looked like it could start bleeding any moment.

Eddie brought his thumb over, pulling his lip from his teeth.

“How can I kiss you if you’re too busy eating your lip?”

Steve’s eyes widened.

“What?”

“Stevie. Did you mean it then?”

“Yeah, ‘course I did. I wouldn’t lie about that.”

“Then I need to ask a favor.”

“Anything.”

Eddie wouldn’t let that go to his head. Not yet.

“Can I kiss you?”

Steve’s responding smile lit up the room, more than the overhead lights, more than the actual sunlight streaming through the window.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Eddie leaned in as Steve did, their lips meeting in a light peck that quickly deepened, moans escaping their mouths at the same moment.

He let his hands slide down to Steve’s neck, his thumbs rubbing small circles as his tongue begged for entrance into his mouth.

Steve was sinking further against him, his heartbeat steady against Eddie’s chest.

“It’s about damn time. Honestly, I was starting to think I’d have to make Steve come out to you again.”

Robin’s voice shocked them apart, but when they realized who it was, they managed to fall back into each other.

Eddie’s arm slipped around Steve’s waist as Steve rested his head on Eddie’s shoulder.

“The kids will be inside in about 20 seconds so if you would prefer they don’t know what’s going on, you should wipe those lovesick looks off your faces and find a bubble of personal space.”

Eddie kissed the top of Steve’s head before pulling away.

“Talk when the kids leave?”

“Yeah. But first,” Steve pulled Eddie in for one more quick kiss on the lips. When he pulled away, he was smirking. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

“I don’t plan on letting you out of bed for the next 24 hours after the kids leave. We’ll at least get a good start on the catching up.”

Eddie threw a wink at Steve, ignoring Robin’s gagging noises, and sat back at the bar.

The kids came running in, circling Steve to hug him or ask him what dinner was and Eddie smiled to himself.

Robin nudged him after a few seconds.

“You’re both so hopeless.”

“Not anymore.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #robin buckley #coming out is sort of accidental but not really #like steve is high when he says it but would have told eddie anyway #mutual pining though this is all from eddie's POV #which is weird for me so hopefully it's okay #anon requests #requests #ficlet

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rowancries · 5 days

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Hii, could i make a request? Theres not enough klaus x reader headcanons out there. Could you make some headcanons where reader is uncle monty's assistant and klaus and her slowly start to fall in love?

srry if this didn't make alot of sense

a/n : SORRY SORRY SPRRY TOTALLY FORGOT THIS EXICTED LOLSIES BUT YAH LOVE IT !!!!!

klaus baudelaire x monty’s assistant ! reader

⌦ 　 ⿸ 　 🎧 　 . 　 💌 　 . 　 🎀

okay so firstly when i imagine it, i imagine them a little older when they arrive at monty’s bc he was like 11…

anyways when they first arrive they have their cake nd monty shows them his reptile room that’s when they first see you

“Who’s that?” Violet asks, nodding her head towards you

“Oh I almost forgot, that is my assistant, [name]!”

when klaus looks at you i swear that boy is seeing stars

because not only do you look gorgeous, you also must be super smart to be monty’s assistant at such a young age

“Hello! nice to meet you!” you say smiling at them

klaus rn : 😦😻😮‍💨

and thus blossoms a beautiful your friendship w the baudelaires

Violet loves how versatile your knowledge is with reptiles, Klaus is star struck, and Sunny loves watching her brother act like a fool around you

okokok so now let’s get to before you and him get together

klaus LOVES listening to rant about reptiles!!!!!!

He loves hearing you talk about something you’re so passionate about & he loves learning new things

you guys spend hours together reading and talking about anything!!! i swear you could bring up anything and you both would be talking about it for hours

klaus knows he likes you and finds you amazing but is scared to do anything about it

so violet talks sense into him ofc

“are you going to do anything about it?”

“about what?”

“about how you like [name].”

Eventually he works up the courage to talk to you abt it…

“Hey [name] i need to uh talk to you about something” you look up worried, wondering why he’s so nervous. “Yeah of course, is everything alright klaus?”

I swear he almost evaporates. one of the things he loves abt u is how caring you are towards him and his sisters

“So we’ve known each other for a bit and I think I um, kinda like uh like you? so i was wondering if you’d wanna do something but I totally get it if you don’t wanna do anything i mean i don’t expect anything—“

you cut him off w a kiss

he almost dies 😭😭

and the next weekend monty drives you two to the movies and you watch a fun movie

and then u guys live happily ever after 😍😍😍

so in my imagination soon after that olaf comes and kills monty and then you all separate

eventually you see them again at the academy but so much had changed

EXCEPT HIS FEELINGS FOR YOU

you think he likes isadora but spoiler alert he doesn’t

also when you see him again you notice he’s gotten more attractive

you guys are again separated for a bit until you meet up on the mountain because you were going for VFD

then you stick w them for the rest of the season

and you go with them on the island too

THEN you guys end up happily ever after

#rowancries 🎀#asoue x reader #fanfic #klaus baudelaire x reader #klaus baudelaire #asoue netflix #sunny baudelaire #count olaf #violet baudelaire #x reader #uncle monty

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cheemken · 8 months

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what are the next gen champions dynamics with each other be? would Iris and Hau miss the old champions?

Yeah ofc Iris and Hau misses the old champs during meetings hahah but hey, y'know, they already know it's bound to happen soon enough, and hey not like they don't contact each other anymore, the old champs still message them and such, checking in to see if they're doing okay with the new champs

As for dynamics

•It's honestly just Calem being the next gen champs' last braincell

Iris just goes "okay, there's a threat in Ransei and they're asking for our help, how can we stop this new evil organization and make sure they won't do a Neo Plasma"

May goes "murder"

Silver nods, "yeah murder"

Calem looks at them. Then Dawn spoke, "I third that, murder."

Nemona exclaims, "arson!"

Hilbert goes "yeah that's good for plan B."

Gloria pouts at that, "why not arson for plan A?"

Calem looks at Florian, hoping he at least have some sense in him, but Florian just nods all "yeah, arson would be great for plan A."

Calem looks at Hau, hoping at least the most chill champ would not agree, then he just "can we at least have snacks before we go?"

Calem just fucking gives up lmfao

•Silver and May and Hilbert would be at each other's throats I just know it. Like, their pride is smth else man, unlike Nemona and Dawn who still know good sportsmanship, these three would play dirty if allowed. May would call out Rayquaza, Hilbert would call out Reshiram, Silver doesn't need no legendary, he believes he could beat them without one, even taunts them saying they rely on legendaries to win, that triggered an actual fist fight between them lmao. Dawn placed bets. Florian lost, his bet was on Silver.

•Hau once said that Iris looked like Lance especially with the cape and how she's like the pseudo leader of the champs now. Homegirl did not emotionally recover from it lmfaooo

•okay was no one gonna fucking tell me Dawn has a slight lisp in Pokemon Masters???? I had to find that shit out myself, like really found out just now cause I need to hear their voices for my hcs

-which now means Dawn has a lisp in my hcs bc it's adorable and technically it's canon in PokeMas

-i know homegirl is a bit insecure by it when she first started meeting w the others, but y'know, no one made fun of her, and she started talking more and more

-if any of the other Champions finds out abt anyone making fun of Dawn's lisp it's on fucking sight

•ik it's not like, stated where Calem was from before they moved in to Kalos, so in my hcs he's from Galar

-no cause, they all genuinely thought he's Kalosian, when Iris met him for the first time back then, she was caught off guard by that Galarian accent

-he does know and speak Kalosian tho so he can cover it up well

•Hau and Florian gets along well, they're both pretty chill, they're both down to murder, they both try to reassure Calem that no they really won't commit murder, Calem still doesn't believe them

•Gloria is the youngest between them, so that means Iris looks after her even tho she knows Gloria is a capable trainer

-idk man, but y'know big sis Iris watching after her new lil sis, like how Cynthia was w her back then

-Iris did become a role model for Gloria tho fr, these two would always train together

-w that tho, Silver is the oldest between them

•watch me make them a found family too

#oughh thatd be dope next gen champs as found family cbdmnd #but anyways yeah hahah #pokemon champions #next gen champs #pokemon hcs #an ask and an answer #anon

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icharchivist · 1 year

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dgm 247 thoughts: (with spoilers and pictures)

(from a French fantranslation, at this date i do not have any English translation to link to)

-For so long there were speculations about Mana dying out of an accident but the confirmation he died out of becoming weaker and weaker after Allen attacked him is... actually quite horrible. He literally died in Allen’s arms while they were snuggling together this is the worst thing ever.

-Kanda’s “hey let’s go to Mana’s grave i want to check if he’s really dead” iS SO. IT’S SO. LIKE OF COURSE ALLEN LOOKS FUCKED UP ABOUT IT.

It’s so insensitive but can’t blame him when 1) he’s fresh from having seen someone he was SURE he had killed being alive actually, 2) we know Mana is technically Alive.

but still the absolute DREAD of this moment, never change Kanda

-ABSOLUTELY LOVE that they started fighting right afterward, Allen shared the most traumatic moments of his life with Kanda in a rare moment of vulnerability and it ends with the two of them beating each other up

-oghhhh Kanda literally talking about Alma and saying how he can’t believe Mana is dead for sure until he checked because of how traumatizing it was to see Alma was actually alive, end me

-”I believe that due to the circumstances it’s possible Mana is what we refered as the Grey Zone of the war” oh my god Kanda

-Oghh the art is as stunning as ever but i’m genuinely emo over some Mana panels and Allen’s too

Mana looks so tender here

HE’S SO PRETTY HE’S SO PRETTY

also “i understand, now i’m bringing you all into all of this” HE’S NO LONGER THINKING ABOUT CARRYING IT ALL ALONE, a MOMENT OF JOY FOR THIS

-Allen’s set up the Grey Zone officially now, and while Kanda was always ready for it and Johnny too, i’m so touched Tiedoll just nods along and say “yeah ofc i’m joining i need to watch over you younglings” i’m so emo i’m so emo i’m so emo

-LINK

-OH MY GOD LINK?????????,

-I LOVE how Kanda introduces him like “i need you to meet this bastard dog first”, you can really feel the moment from Allen going “seriously i just told you i was named after a dog and you-” bUT THEN

BUT THEEEEEEEEEN

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

NOW ALLEN KNOWS LINK IS ALIVE AT LEAST

-ALLEN HUGGING LINK BC HE MISSED HIM AND WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT HIM IM FULL BLOWN CRYING

-also “i looked at Link’s face and now i’m hungry” ALLEN.

-God it’s so exciting to see the “Grey Zone” in place now, and to see Allen actually discuss everything he knows with them. I’m genuinely going to cry just seeing them in circle discussing it AND THE FACT LINK JOINED THEM........

-And now Link knows that Apocryphos killed him, not like he remembered since Apo erased his memories. that’s exiciting, this might change his opinions on his side as well godd.

-Link 🤝 Kanda “Us? in danger from Apocryphos? you mean it’s Apocryphos who’s in danger fROM US. WE’LL FUCK HIM UP” Johnny: you both almost got killed by him though. Link&Kanda: HEY NOW.

-oh they’re splitting :( Tiedoll and Kanda going back at the Order to investigate from the inside...

-... And Allen, in a rare moment of actually relying on others, actually asked Johnny to accompany him to the Campbell Mansion because only Johnny could bring him back to reality when Nea tried to erase him...

i’m so fucking emo 😭😭

-KANDA THIS EXPRESSION IS SO SCARY

-”The Crow who became a pervert, apparently? what’s your goal” WHAT DO YOU MEAN PERVERT

EDIT:

THANKS ENGLISH TRANSLATION IT MAKES MORE SENSE NOW

-LINK????????????? WELL AT LEAST LINK ISNT HIDING ANYTHING FROM THE GROUP BUT LMAO THAT HE SHOWS IT LIKE THAT????

-so yeah Link is actually super honest? he tells Allen downright why he’s here, that Lveille assigned him this mission, and that when Allen disappears he will help the 14th. like holy shit man decided i’m no longer hiding anything from Allen ever.

-ok true downside this time wtf Link why are you talking about wanting to “save Lveille” from himself and his own hatred, Link, Link look at me, no need to develop a Savior Complex Link, not for him, he’s not worth it. Focus on your Crow family please my sweetheart.

-Also wow this chapter is making me like Link a hundred times more than i ever did before, i always had a bit of a mixed feeling regarding him (that wasn’t helped by seeing fandom opinions of him tbh but that’s bc i’m super contrarian) but this chapter’s characterization of Link is... genuinely not what i would come to expect of him but also i love it??? am i genuinely starting to love Link now??? after all these years????

-ALLEN WHY

-So now they’re set in motion. Kanda and Tiedoll go back to the Order to investigate it from the inside. Allen, Link and Johnny are all headed to the Campbell Mansion to meet Katerina and get answers (so we WILL actually kick off the Bookman thingy here)

-Their goal: discovering the mysteries under this holy war once and for all Kanda and Tiedoll will try to search infos about Apocryphos as well as finding Mana’s grave and see if he’s still in his grave

-They’re OFFICIALLY setting a Grey Zone. for how long the manga has been hinting that the true answer would be in the Grey, we’re finally going into it holy shit

Conclusion: first chapter since we left the flashback, first chapter since we see the gang back together, and yet this works SO WELL. Returning to all of those dynamics are SO worth it, i missed seeing them so much, and now my blood is pumping!!! i love all that’s hinted here!!! oh my god!!!

I’m so happy with this chapter and for once in a very long time i’m VERY looking forward where it’s going

also now that Allen knows Link is alive and we know Link will travel with him: DOES THAT MEAN WE’RE OFFICIALLY GETTING CLOSER TO THAT ONE LEAK

INCREDIBLE CHAPTER MOMENT LETS GOOOO

#ichablogging dgm #ichatalks about dgm #dgm spoilers #dgm247

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septemberinorange · 2 years

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Omg you’re writing is just

✨chefs kiss✨

Simply beautiful and so enjoyable to read!

If it’s not a bother, could I request an Oikawa Tooru drabble? He’s my absolute fav and I feel like he’s really good at comforting stressed out people.

I’m not the best at math and I’m really struggling, and I’m wondering if you could maybe write about the reader FaceTiming oikawa for help and reassurance because they feel comfortable talking about their weakness with him?

No worries if you can’t, it was just an idea. <3

Have a lovely day and make sure to take care of yourself :)

A/n: ah omg thank you so much, that means a lot, like really THANK YOU ILY YOU'RE AMAZING, and yes ofc I can write that for you - I hope you enjoy reading and have a nice day too <33

Desc: Oikawa - gnreader - comfort

<< I am struggling rn

>> Bc of math?

<< Yes •́ ‿ ,•̀

>> Lemme call you

You wait a moment before his face pops up and he lets out a small 'oh' when met with your face twisted into a tight frown. Oikawa adjusts his phone and leans closer, smiling slightly in what he hopes is a reassuring way.

"Hey," Oikawa says, resting his chin on his hand.

"I don't, get it" you sigh, looking at the array of notes in front of you, none of them adding up to make any sort of sense.

"How long have you been trying with this?"

"I don't know, quite a while," you answer reluctantly.

"Well let's take a break then," Oikawa insists.

"It's not like you to say take a break," you tease, setting your work down as Oikawa feigns a shocked gasp.

"Maybe you're right but that just means it's more important to do because I'm advising it y'know, you should trust me about this," Oikawa assures with an exaggerated air of wisdom, "especially because you look so worried about it, it'll be easier to go over once you're feeling a bit better."

"I know, I just- it's difficult, and important, I don't want to mess this up."

"It'll be okay, I swear, I mean you've got this, you got this far and I believe in you," he goes on, twisting a piece of hair between his fingers thoughtfully; his eyes set on you, assuring you his words are true.

"Right Tooru, I get it, I'm gonna do great okay," you confirm with a smile and subtle eye roll. Oikawa nods his head and looks satisfied.

"You still need to actually help me understand it first though," you remind him. To this Oikawa sits up suddenly, adjusting his glasses and looking ready.

"Okay, first question," he urges and you can't help but laugh at Oikawa's determined face. He listens to you go through the problem, not admitting that he's very much enjoying being able to admire you just sitting and talking. He loves your familiar hand gestures and smiles as you start to understand the question.

He mostly suggests small corrections as you find explaining it with Oikawa's various pointers makes the answer come much easier. You probably didn't need Oikawa to help but it made the whole process a lot quicker with both of you adding to each others thoughts and Oikawa making sure you get enough breaks where he'd distract you for a bit with something that just made you both burst out laughing.

By the end you're feeling much more at ease and Oikawa ends the call by saying he's proud of you and knows you'll do great.

My Masterlist

A/n: yeah what Oikawa said, hope it all goes well - you're doing great (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

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tokusaatsus · 2 years

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ok. ive gotten some,, messy pjsekai au thoughts 😭😭

okay so like i would think reader would be the equivalent of miku , like they'd be in each unit's sekai since the very start, but ofc would look and act very different depending on each unit's sekai

and you know how like wonderland and empty sekai are both only born from one person's feelings? i feel like that would happen too

like i would imagine that shu for example would definitely be able to create his sekai by himself?? others that this would apply to i feel would be like, hiiro, rei, madara (lol), leo, and i cant explain this but i really feel like switch's sekai would be formed by sora?? 😭 id love to hear what you think

its honestly kind of fun imagining what the name of each sekai would be and how their reader would look and act?? like imagine ryuseitai having a very corny but lovable reader reminiscent of old tokusatsu and super sentai shows? id cry ,,

-angst 🫡 not much thoughts this time but i think its bc i know that if i thought about it seriously id just start drafting out the entire thing ,, 😔

NO BUT UR SO RIGHT THO????

like...think abt virtual idol reader ok. LIKE REALLY THINK ABT IT OK. so we could say. reader is a former idol whose consciousness was placed in the sekai after they died (prolly by natsume (OR PERHAPS.....someone else 👀👀)) BUT no one other then him and the other oddballs know the truth about who you are....

AND YEAH??? wonderstage sekai and empty sekai are some of my faves.... the lore is so interesting i rlly hope we'll get more of kasa (prsk) backstory soon since as far as we know only mafuyu and him have managed to create a sekai by themselves....

OMG YES.... shu sekai would probably be smth close to empty sekai at first?? i feel like it would most likely be created after nazu left past valk.... so it would be an empty classroom but then it would later change to be more like. a filled w dresses like a boutique of sorts??? like l/n.... AND HIIRO omg hiiro.... im thinking for his to be modelled after his home village??? but also different???? like reflecting his true desires and all that... rei sekai tbh idk??? maybe like a underground livehouse since that's where he met most of his unit members at first (im rereading crossroads ahahah bawls my eyes out😭😭) but yeah mama sekai makes sense.... since he's the only person in his unit LMFAO like festival themed???? and leo so true!!! i feel like. leo's sekai would be pretty similar to mafuyu's actually since they do have a lot in common.... AND SORAAAA YES YES OMG sora would be like. wonderstage sekai?? kind of??? not a theme park but. video game themed for sure. maybe an arcade????

THE IDEAS... and in each sekai the reader would wear the unit's uniform and sometimes perform virtual lives w them.... and the reader's personality depends on the feelings of the idol who made the sekai as well as their group theme too.... YES ryuseitai having a super sentai themed sekai would be soooo cute. like imagine a lil glass case w figurines and reader listens to chiaki infodump abt the tokusatsu heroes and a lil aquarium for kanata and lots of plushies for midori... etc etc

NO ANGST THIS MIGHT ACTUALLY BECOME A SERIES YK LIKE. i could write a full series with like chapters for each unit to see how their relationship w vocaloid idol is.....

when u make ur blog we should. totally collab fr nod nod IMAGINE THE CHAOS WE COULD CAUSE 🤩🤩

#💌...loveletters!#💝...anon mail!

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castle-dominion · 11 months

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c4x7 cops & robbers

castle: bored af Tho I like how he's with his mom at the bank not for co-signing or anything but just for... moral support?

MR: Richard, I’m a business woman now. I do not want your money, I do not want your signature, thank you very much. It’s the principle. Dp: No, Ms. Rogers, it’s the interest. RC: And I’ve just lost mine. Excuse me.

I'm watching this after covid, it didn't seem out of the ordinary At All to see ppl with masks. RC, seeing sussy stuff: Hm. I think this bank is about to be robbed. *robbery starts* RC: It’s not my imagination. It’s definitely not my imagination. I love how he Just Happens to be on the phone with the cops when this is going down lol. She's able to just call it over to her homicide team

Ok so I know This Guy & he just nods at castle's shh motion. Makes sense For Now. Castle should really put the phone in his bra or smth so he can have it still recording w/o needing to have it up to his ear obviously. If it was in his bra (which he totally has) he could still describe the scene (which is smart of him) Manager just has it on his neck? Make that four. "You a cop? (to Castle) You called a cop?" "No. I-- We were already on the line when you guys came in."

British sounding accent huh Love the different doctor names. My first thought was healthcare was so bad in the usa that they needed to rob a bank. How did he open the door I thought he locked it? He DID lock it the thing is right there! I guess it has some wiggle room. You know, come to think of it, those doors look lik ethey are made of glass. Strong structured & thick, but still. A heavy object a couple times... Love a good hostage situation. We've all seen Die Hard we know how this goes.

Man's right. You're homicide he's robbery. He's also very calm & direct. Not impolite but firm & short. (tho "missed your cue" was rude) Where's demming tho?

What if I raise my hand to ask a question? lmao acab tho I don't trust anything here

Ryan looks very s2 like. Blue shirt, tie, brown normal jacket. Espt looks bisexual with his layers. Nice to have contacts in emergency service units Bro I think the robbery people have this handled.

She's a woman she doesn't need to have a bedroom voice the robber is just like horny & straight or smth I don't think that keeping him calm is hard bc he seems like a pro. TJ: Yeah, I don't like that other guy. KB: Yeah, me neither. peterson: ?? Trapper John! Bro it's M*A*S*H! You should come down & watch this episode with us! He IS a pro Oh no now cap peterson thinks that he is beckett's boyf.

Wow what a jerk. Blaming someone for the bank getting robbed. Or well, for getting the cops here too soon. If the cops didn't get here maybe they would have left with the money & let the hostages go. Except the bank ppl said the silent alarms went so ok. Oh no don't tell me we're going to deliver a baby I like how she says they should let the pregnant lady go but the way she says it implies she's ok with being held hostage.

RC: Don’t worry mother. I saw this work on Die Hard. RC: Uh, Mr. Howser-- Excuse me, Doctor Howser. Why not just give them a cup behind a desk?

RC: So, why Doogie Howser? I mean there's so many cool TV doctors you could pick.

Was espt in ESU before homicide? What IS his exp?

omg he likes her <3 lmao the banker & actress hitting it off I wanted to check out the food at my new work before I start working there & ofc I ended up using the washroom & there was some sort of old b/w sensual film playing in the stall. it is not his box: how did he get the key? woah castle remembers which wall & row & column it was in?? & Dp knows the number??? Martha-?

Three hours sounds... reasonable...

it's me! I know morse code! ... -.. is what I saw but they kept cutting away. I also don't know numbers only letters. Numbers are easy I just don't know them. how DO you know it's him? It could be another smart civilian!

Martha actress moments Why is That Guy telling castle this? He was "in the washroom" during castle's secret message sal martino? idk I'll continue with That Guy (unless I quote). "you have no idea" WOW THIS EPISODE IS GOOD I don't make promises

Rick did too well, SM was supposed to freak out bc of the c-4 but rick calmed him down which was NOT the plan.

Wasn't gideon fields? Sus. KR: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You can't go in there, we don't have a warrant and we don't have probable cause. JE: Bro, Castle's life depends on this. KR: ... Did you just hear that? I think I just heard someone yell out, "Help, police!" JE: (in a voice) "Help, police!" There it is again. Ah yes, dead bodies. Grody. & perfect for the homicide detectives.

I couldn't tell if she was dead for a week or she was just old... but then again the smell of decomp

JE: I don't get it. This is a little, old, retired librarian. What could possibly be in her safe deposit box that would be worth doing all this? KR: Nazi gold, cold fusion, map to Atlantis. JE: Hey, Castle Jr., could you maybe start thinking like a cop, please? (Castle HAS mentioned nazi gold) KR standing with That Booty: I am!?? JE: Are you? KR: It had to have been something huge that was worth killing her over, right? Hey, Super Cop, check it out.

Hug alexis, becks, she needs it, you might too. But hey, rick made kate promise to take care of alexis! & esposito promised to get rid of his porn collection!

Rick just do the flashing bracelet thing again. Idk numbers but (-.-.) ..-. --- ..- .-. is easy enough What is HER accent? cushions is a good idea <3 GOSH WHAT aT Least put him sideways so he doesn't choke!

told Whom to stay with her? Y'all never leave me a voicemail, please text.

it's legit not enough time bestie Send in esposito he looks like a buff firefighter paramedic

Trapper would know her voice. Bad idea. Love the double talking obv not a paramedic since she didn't know she could put the gurney closer to the ground & then raise it up once the fellow is on there UM SIGN LANGUAGE MUCH? Castle could have totally slipped it into sal's shirt

Martha should totally have just kicked everyone's ass & the hostages could have gotten themselves out on the fury of a mother There is a second T in twenTy kate That chuckle was very nathan fillion bc that's where the money is lmao Castle why are you revealing your hand? Just like tf2 for real just like rvb for real Castle has escaped duck tape before. Zip ties are easy to get out of

RC: Mother, I find I'm no longer satisfied with the customer service at this establishment. I think we should take our business elsewhere. Me: Is that code? RC: no just trying to be funny ig

Ron Brandt. Good thing I didn't switch names Were those guys wearing black before? & now they are covered in dust? or were they always wearing that greyish colour?

PUT AWAY THE GUN BEFORE YOU UNTIE THEM BESTIE mr: *shaking her hands with a grin*

They would NOT have messed up Captain Peterson probably is surprised with how good castle is, he's like "wow this guy really does know his stuff" Whose body parts?

Oh no are castle's banker & mother going to sleep together?

I like how beckett has a touchphone & ryan has a flip or smth

See? Castle wasn't supposed to calm him down Holy crap bad bruising I sometimes hate being a christian (what with being who I am) but right now I love it.

That Guy: Honey, I'm home. what a line Girl u should have kicked his balls while he was outside the door TG: Oh, no. Hon, you bumped your head. Ha what a typical abuser line. Disgusting.

*kept the cop's face in shadow*

JE: Come on, let's go pick them up. KR: Ithaca??? Why is espt just going on this huge road trip with ryan? RC: Even as a hostage, I help you solve murders. Beckett, I think…I think you have the perfect partner.

Poor alexis. Poor Ash. Long distance sucks.

In my binge watch I should have counted these. 8th time becks saved castle, castle has saved her 9.

The vodun episode with the purses & champagne, I remember that. The nikki heat murders were not a save, she lived you just gave her your coat RC: Won't be forgetting that anytime soon.

#castle 4x7 #castle 4x7 quote #castle 4x7 spoilers

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ayakamiyuiii · 2 years

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I was wondering if you aren't busy could you make a part 3 of kenma x freaderr.

No pressure though

YEAH OFC, i'm rlly sorry for the wait 😭 lowkey got unmotivated to finish it bcs i srsly didn't think people liked it and it's kinda.. just me writing whatever the hells on my mind ☠️ UM SO YEAH - here's ya part 3 <333 - 3/4 ( ?? ). | i am so fucking sorry if this doesn't make any sense 😭😭🙏 ══════════════════════════════════════════════════ "So um, what did you get?" he says leaning against the doorframe - "OH, yeah just some clothes and just y'know the groceries" he nods at your answer "Do you wanna go anywhere um, together?" You turned up your head as a little gasp left your mouth, a little startled at his question, "yeah, i'd love too kenma" "Okay uh.. well um be ready by 7, yeah?" "okay" you say smiling at him. You finished most house chores so you went to see what you could wear, You were most curious to where he was gonna take you And you didn't want to overdress if it was going to be a simple occasion, You texted him asking, "You: is it a formal occasion or just casual?" "ken <3: You can wear anything you're comfortable in, but it's supposed to be formal :)" "Oo okay thanks kenmaa :))" You were glad you did go shopping for clothes then, You made the perfect outfit. Standing in front of the mirror admiring yourself and the clothes you bought. 6:50 - You came out of the guest room and went into the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water, But you couldn't stop thinking about where you two were gonna go, before you drifted deeper into your thoughts you got a notification from your phone, it was from kenma, "ken <3: You might wanna uh.. pack some spare clothes too." confused, You replied saying alright anyways so you quickly go stash some casual clothes into a bag, Now you were really really confused - nonetheless, you go wait for kenma who seems to be waiting for you, God he was so pretty you thought to yourself, This was that one time in a millennia he was dressed up so much, you couldn't help but just stare at him, mouth agape and bright red cheeks, you snapped out of your gaze "you.. look pretty :)" You whisper to kenma, causing his ears to perk up at the sudden compliment, smiling back at you "You too y/n, Are you ready to go now?" You nodded, noticing he also had a bag you assumed it probably had his nintendo, chargers and what not. It was then when you both arrived at a really pretty looking restaurant, You looked at kenma knowing his social skills weren't the best and for him to pick such a place was.. just not like him? "Kenma, we don't have to like i kno-" he hushed you "No, i- i don't mind." he says smiling at you, you nod not wanting to ruin the current mood. You couldn't help but smile at him, he just looks so pretty what you didn't know was that kenma himself was admiring you. "Have you decided on what you'd like to eat?" "Yeah, and have you?" "mhm.. i want some Niku Udon, and you?" "Ah, Just Sukiyaki~" "okay :)" So then he went and ordered your food and came back shortly after with a bottle of wine. "Ah, they said it'll take up to 10 minutes" he said while pouring the wine into the both of your glasses, he then sits back into his own chair. "So how have things been for your channel and stuff?" you say playing with your bracelet "it's going well, um.. they miss seeing you though.. i do too" he says the last bit in a mumbled form, "aw really? that's cute!" - you guys talked for a bit then your food arrived, you giggled at something he said. God he missed your face so much, "earth to kenmaaa" he blinked, "Ah.. sorry, yeah what is it?" "it's nothing it's nothing - But your food is getting cold!" "oh, mhm." You both continued eating, you never noticed but he stole a few glances from you, You look so cute when your eating. He's definitely gonna try make this night memorable. After you were both done eating he told you to go wait in the car while he payed for the food to which you said you can pay for, But of course he said he'll do it. "Kenma where are we going now?" you hum will turning the volume of the radio a bit up, "The Arcade you really like :)" He says, He notices the way your eyes lit up when he said that and smiles to himself. Once you both got there, you saw a huge hello kitty plush sitting on the shelf, Kenma swears your eyes turned into literal sparkles when you saw it, so then he's gonna try get that for you. Tonights all about you, that's what he told himself back at home. You told him he doesn't need to get anything for you, But what did he say? "i still wanna try for you" ♡?? he ended basically winning half of the arcade for you. "God that was so fun kenma, Thank you!" you say kissing his cheek, to that he starts blushing uncontrollably, "N-no problem- i- it's nothing, glad you're happy :)". He then proceeded to take you through the McDonald's drive thru for ice cream, he even asked they to add 2 chocolate flakes for you :))<33 you can't help but smile like an idiot at some of his gestures. Kenma drove to an empty parking lot and turned on the playlist you made for him on your guys's 3rd anniversary, You couldn't help but blush and grin even more, you both sat in silence admiring the scenery and each others presence, Even though you were still upset about the incident at least he's making up for it, thats all that matters to you right now, besides he's done so much for you tonight has he not??. "I love you." You say as you look straight at him, Noticing his face go red, "I love you to y/n." he says looking back at you and smiling, It didn't take long before you cupped his face and kissed him, "I- i missed you.." to which he only grins and responds by kissing you even more, "Missed you too.." he whispers in your ear. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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moonchildstyles · 2 years

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Oh:( like she misses h but that’s a given but maybe Sarah’s out of town w Mitch for their own vacation so she’s lonely and misses her bestie :( and yeah like her moms birthday is coming up and as much as she….doesn’t want anything to do w them it’s just hard :( so she’s just teary and a little sad tonight so it’s easy for her to start crying when she gets home and purposefully puts on a movie she knows would make her cry so then she feels less silly just crying alone at the apartment:( but ofc she goes to h’s place bc if she wants to feel better that’s where all the love and comfort in the world is stored as far as she knows:( sleeping in his bed w Evie and he’s so happy to see her car out front when he gets home and he’s already figuring out what he’s going to order for dinner for her and when he sees her all cozied up in his bed it’s just so 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and his gentle way of waking her up im completely distraught :( but omg them hugging and whispering to each other ab how much they loved each other but she’s a little shy when she tells him that yeah she was crying:( and he just ab feels his heart really break bc omg why baby? What happened??? And when she explains it all he totally understands and just feels so bad bc he would have helped her or even stayed at her place if she was feeling so sad and lonely this week but he’s here now and they have the whole weekend together :( but yes yes yes doting and kissing and loving on her the entire night getting her fave food for dinner and eating it in bed and sharing desert w her:( and I can see him putting her to sleep while talking w the big tattoo he did today to distract her a little:( but also so true she wakes up and she started her period so everything makes sense😭

#anon #ask #aster inspo #concept

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sappynapper · 2 years

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cc! dreamwastaken,sapnap, quackity, karl jacobs, georgenotfound x Fem! reader (romantic ) fainting while they are streaming maybe they are like in the room with them or maybe they heard reader plop from like a room over

i’m sorry this took so long and i’ve only done dt! basically i did them really quick and then could not think of anything for karl and q and got stressed and abandoned it. so i’m just gonna post what i have a maybe do a part 2??? hope you like it anyway!!

cws: fem!reader, fainting (ofc), panic, mentions of falling, feeling unwell, mild pain (mild shocks), headaches, dizziness, etc…, food mention in sap’s

Fainting on stream hcs x dt

Dream

Dream has your stream up on his second monitor while he works, your voice helping him focus

you’re streaming in the other room, just a chill minecraft stream but it’s been about 6 hours already which is longer than usual

suddenly, you trail off in the middle of your sentence and after a few seconds of silence dream glances over to see what’s up

he looks just in time to see your eyes roll back as you slip out of your chair, the camera jolting as you crash onto the floor out of frame

he’s out of his seat so fast, sprinting to your room and calling your name

he skids to a stop in your doorway, feeling his heart drop at the sight of your crumpled figure

he rushes to your side, making a half-hearted effort to shield his face with his hand as he passes your set up, vaguely aware of your still running stream but too focused on you to care

he scoops you up, holding you as securely as he can while still knelt on the floor by your desk

he shouts over his shoulder for Sapnap to help, the other man already appearing to investigate the commotion

when he turns back his breath catches, relief flooding through him as your eyes flicker open and gaze up at him in confusion

“wha happ’n’d?” you slur out, groggily

“you passed out” he tells you “do you feel ok? do i need to call 911?”

you’re both vaguely aware of sapnap messing with your pc above you, ending stream, your frantic chat freezing in place

“um, no? no, i’m ok i think” you tell him, trying to push yourself up to sit and wincing at the slight ache it causes in your head

“are you sure?” he asks, his eyes searching yours, brow furrowed in concern and anxiety as his thumb runs absently along your cheekbone

you nod and manage a small smile

he pulls you tightly to his chest, “you had me so worried” he mumbles into your hair

“do you want me to tweet that you’re ok?” sapnap asks you in a gentle voice

“yes please!” you tell him, gratefully, “that must have looked so dramatic” you cringe

“yeah,” sap jokes as dream helps you to your feet, tucking an arm around your ribs snuggly to support you, “especially with dream freaking out”

you giggle as dream frowns at him

“i was worried”

“do i need to call 911 ?!?!” sap teases him

“shut up idiot”, dream turns back to you, face softening, “i was scared”

you pout, placing a hand on his cheek which he leans into, seeking that reassurance from you

“i’m ok” you promise and dream smiles dopily in response

“eugh” sapnap comments, before leaving the pair of you alone to recover

“you’re trending by the way!” he calls over his shoulder

“figures” you say as dream pulls out his phone, tucking it away again when you try to peer over his shoulder

not before you saw ‘DREAM FACE REVEAL’ in the number one spot though

“i pass out and you’re trending? make it make sense” you joke weakly, feeling guilt tug at your gut for your part in his accidental face reveal

“oh come on, you know i have to always be centre of attention” he grins before leaning over to place a kiss on your forehead. “let’s get you to bed, baby”

Sapnap

you’re about an hour into your stream and frankly you feel like you’re on the verge of hyperventilating

Sap had convinced you to do your own minecraft shock collar stream and for some reason, probably bc you would do anything for those big brown eyes, you’d agreed

but your pain tolerance is not high, and the pressure of providing your viewers with an entertaining stream despite your distress is beginning to make you feel trapped and panicked

the only thing keeping you grounded at this point is sapnap himself sat next to you, rubbing soothing patterns on your back

even that doesn’t help once you get to the nether though

and when a blast hits you with a fireball and you start receiving shock after shock, it all becomes too much and you feel yourself slumping in your chair and everything going dark

Sap himself is already having a bad time

watching you get hurt isn’t funny like it was when his friends did the same thing, it just makes his chest feel tight

when you start sliding out of your chair with your eyes rolling back he’s there immediately, catching you under your arms and pulling you back up

“y/n?! can you hear me? fuck” he grabs at the shock collar around your wrist and rips it off, breaking it in the process

he puts a hand on your cheek, patting gently to try and stir you, anxiety swirling in his stomach

he lets out a huge breath of relief when you come round, scrunching your nose a little before blinking your eyes open

you look up at him all doe-eyed and sleepy, like you’d just woken up from a nap, and his heart melts just a lil bit

then you seem to remember where you are, stress and embarrassment twisting your face

“can you,, turn off the,,” you sit up slightly and point towards your stream deck, hoping sap will get the gist

“oh, yeah, sure, lemme just,,” he leans round, fumbling to mute your mic and find the key bind that turns off your face cam

when you finally feel the weight of those thousands of eyes lift, you lean forward, groaning, pressing your forehead into sapnap’s chest

“it’s ok-” sap starts

“that was a disaster!” you cut him off

you press your face further into his hoodie

“-m never streaming again”, your muffled voice declares

sapnap’s lips press into a line

he’s fairly sure you don’t mean that, but he still feels bad. after all, he was the one who got you to do this stream in the first place

“i’m sorry, baby”

“s’not your fault” you mumble

he thinks for a second, “do you wanna go for a drive? get some food? it’ll take your mind off it” he tries to persuade you

you hum in thought for a second before nodding, “ok,” you agree, “just let me end stream”

you tap a few buttons, reappearing on screen

chat has been blowing up in your absence, and you somehow have more viewers now than you did ten minutes ago

you ignore both chat and your view count though

“i’m going to go guys! sorry for cutting stream short, i’m just not feeling so good”

you barely wait for the stream delay to pass before ending and turning excitedly to your boyfriend, “ok, let’s go”

he smiles fondly at your enthusiasm

“excited for food?” he asks

“just relieved that’s over honestly”

he gives you a soft look and grabs your hand, pulling you up out of your chair and holding you by your shoulders for a moment

“sorry again” he murmurs

“i told you it’s not your fault” you interrupt

“it’s my treat, to make it up to you” he continues

“oh ok,” you tease “maybe it is your fault then”

he rolls his eyes with a grin, just relieved you’re making jokes

“ok, come on, before i change my mind”

George

You and George are sat next to each other at your desk streaming some not-that-scary horror game on your alt

mostly he’s just there with you for the company, chiming in with jokes and suggestions every now and then

he’s never publicly touchy with you but, from the small brushes of his hand against your knee under the table, you can tell he’s feeling clingy so you decide to wrap things up for the night

“oh wait! i forgot to show them what Karl sent me!” you exclaim, halfway through your usual goodbye spiel

you jump up to go grab the new merch he’d sent you to show it off, but you got up too quickly and suddenly the room is spinning and the floor seems to slip out from under you

George barely has time to register what’s happening before you’ve collapsed back down, your head bouncing against your (luckily padded) chair on your way to the floor

He yelps your name as you fall, reaching out to try and grab you but not able to do much

he glances between you and the screen, feeling frozen and not knowing if you were ok or not, how he could help, if he should end stream first

“mmph?” a muffled noise as you stir has his attention snapping back to you and he quickly crouches down next to you

“Y/n?” he asks, a tinge of desperation in his voice. you were the one who was good in a crisis, he needed you to be ok, to wake up and tell him what you needed him to do,

“wake up” he requests, curling one hand comfortingly around the back of your neck, the other hovering near your face

“George?” you mumble, “Why am I on the floor?”

“You fainted.” he tells you softly, hyper aware of your stream still running somewhere overhead, “I think you got up too fast”

He lets a hint of fondness creep into his voice as he accepts that you seem ok, already predicting how embarrassed you’ll be about this later

“Still streaming by the way” he whispers

“Oh. Um, yeah that sounds like me” you reply, sheepishly, a faint blush on your cheeks

“Can you get up?” George moves his hands to each of your elbows, helping to pull you forward until you’re sat up, then grabbing your hands to help you clamber back into your chair

you scoot forward to try to end stream again, squinting at the light

George shoos your hands away to do it for you as you talk, gratefully shutting your eyes against the brightness

“I’m ok chat! I just need some water and an iron tablet or something, everything’s fine!” you soothe

chat is filled with hearts and ‘y/n support!’ and similar as george hovers over the end stream button

“done?” he asks, still speaking quietly

“y- wait, i was gonna raid Emma, raid Emma!” you instruct

“no, shut up” george replies jokingly, clicking the end stream button before turning off your monitor and ring light

“w- George!” you whine. he just shrugs

“it would have taken too long” he disappears into the kitchen briefly and you hear the tap running. he comes back with a glass of water that he presses into your hands. you drink a mouthful, obediently

you look at each other then, meaningful looks in both your eyes, both hoping the other understands, without words, the swirl of slowly calming anxiety and gratitude in each of your chests

“let’s go to bed?” George asks, finally

“yeah” you agree, allowing him to pull you up by your hand once again, keeping them linked as he leads you to your bedroom

#mcyt x reader #dream x reader #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #mcyt hcs

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dameronology · 2 years

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would love to see "you're being ridiculous!" "why do you care? i'm not your boyfriend/girlfriend/s.o anymore!" with tasm! peter pls!

ofc! i changed the prompt to "we're not together anymore!" anymore bc it sounded a lil better😭(from the beck + jade prompt list)

warnings: angst, swearing

"We need to talk about this."

Peter barely avoided being shut in the door as it slammed behind you, sticking his leg out just in time. You were in a rampage - he knew that, your neighbours knew that, the entirety of fucking Queens knew it now too - and had been for the better part of two hours. Any sane person would have kept their distance, but not Peter. Never Peter. Whether he was blinded by love or just completely lacking common sense, you didn't know. Either way, it was wise to avoid your line of fire - especially when he was the cause of it.

"What is there to talk about?!" you demanded, throwing your bag onto the kitchen counter. "You broke a promise, again-"

"- there was a shoot out. What was I meant to do?" Peter cut you off. "Just...swing away?! Let people die so that I could make it to our anniversary dinner?!"

You let out a derivative snort. "You could have fucking called! Just a quick message to say you'd be late, or even to say that you weren't coming at all!"

"Oh, I am so sorry that YOU weren't the first thing on my mind whilst I was trying to avoid being shot at-"

"- that's just is it, isn't it?" you snapped. "I'm never the first thing on your mind. You have a million priorities and I don't even crack the top ten anymore."

It sucked, really. Seeing yourself move down Peter Parker's ladder of priorities. Everyone had always warned you during high school that doing long distance during college would be the hardest thing for your relationship but that had been a doddle compared to this. You'd been out of university for two years by that point and in the same city for the better part of it. It had been blissful at first, spending every second of every day together, just as you had in high school. Now, you were lucky if Peter even gave you the time of day.

You'd given him ultimatums before - if you don't try harder, it's over and if you miss a date again, I'm done and they'd seemed to work for a while. Peter would try harder for a few weeks; buying you flowers, taking you out to dinner, taking nights off of being Spiderman to remind you how much you meant to him. Then he would start to slip up again and it was...Well, it was tiring. To say the fucking least.

It was a toxic cycle and you had to break it. For your sanity, and for his.

"C'mon," Peter murmured. "Of course you. You're always my number one."

"So why you don't you call?" you asked quietly. "Why do you leave me sat there on my own for three hours in a diner like a fool?"

"I-"

"- more to the point, Pete, why do we keep doing this?" you continued, dropping onto the couch. "Why do I keep letting you?"

"Letting me do what?"

"Treat me like shit!" you snapped. "You always promise to do better but you never do. It was bad enough the first five times I let you do it but now I'm making a complete clown of myself."

"I can do better," he begged, large hands reaching out for you. "Just let me prove it-"

"- you've had plenty of chances," you ripped your hands away. "Too many."

"What are you saying?"

You sniffed, standing up. "I'm saying that we're done."

Crossing the living room, you pushed past him and picked up your bag and keys.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

With a shrug, you turned to face him and gave him a curt nod. "Yeah. I am."

You pulled open the front door and made your way out the apartment, thundering down the corridor. Peter stumbled behind you, almost tripping over the laces of his converses as he followed you out. He was desperate now - maybe if he'd been that way before, none of this would have happened. It was a shame it took dangling your relationship right in front of him for him to realise.

"You're being ridiculous!" he called after you.

You glanced over your shoulder, not stopping. "Why do you care? We're not together anymore."

#asks #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker smut #peter parker reader insert #tasm! peter parker x reader #tasm! peter parker reader insert #peter parker fanfiction

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jiminrings · 3 years

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OKAY LISTEN idk if someone or you already planned sth like this but how about y/n finally decides to confess/tell jk but someone else claims to be her before she could do it so * cue to the angst bc y/n sees the whole thing/she hears from her friends * and ofc koo eventually finds out bc that b*tch doesn't even have the fucking lunchboxes 😑

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

stem koo's the three-peat king for having the best research papers, but he's the worst when it comes to believing the right person

"i think i'm gonna tell him."

you say it to no one in particular, really, but you hear yoongi rISING from his nap on the couch

it wasn't meant to wake him at all

it was just an epiphany of sorts that popped into your head

physically felt as if your head would just bursT if you didn't say it out loud to affirm your own thoughts lmao

"for real???" he's rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, very evident that he wouldn't wake up to finish his thirteen pending assignments but he 10/10 would wake up to hear your epiphany

yoongi is awake for the action!!!! lmao does professor roux from calculus think that he wakes up at the morning and doing shapes (or whatever they teach at calc) is the fIRST thing in his mind????

"interesting," he nods solemnly when you nod your head, reaching out for a fist bump before he plops to your shoulder, "i suggest dressing like a virgin wearing H&M when you confess. it would hit close to home."

yoongi's the touchy affectionate one between the two of you but you'll forgive him bc he's still sleepy

NOOOOOOO

jungkook doesn't look like a virgin wearing H&M :((((

his clothes aren't from there lol

"pass."

"say that you're a top verified contributor both in quora and brainly."

PLEAAAAAASE SJWHSHWHHWV

"nice idea," you snort as yoongs genuinely thinks that it'd get jungkook to propose on the spot, "but no cigar."

"pretend to love big bang theory."

"you're getting onto something here."

"your hobby is fact-checking rick and morty."

"yoongi wow you are on fIRE today-"

"your guilty pleasure is not wearing protective gear during experiments."

"where is this coming from??"

"OH!!!! i'll pretend to mug him or something and you can attack me!!!"

....

??????

yeah yoongi's train of thought just crashed

you were pretty sure he was going on a science theme there wHY DID IT DERAIL

yoongi looks confused because you look confused, as if he didn't just give you the mindblowing idea,, free of charge

lol but no he really didn't

"i'm not doing any of that shit, yoongs."

"oh yeah???" he squints at you and hollows his cheeks, taunting you entertainingly while he worms his way to your lap to nap again

"what are you planning to do?"

holy sHIT this is nerve-wracking

she feels like she's gonna pass out the whole time that she's been rehearsing this in her head

she's been waiting outside the classroom for twenty minutes now and the bell finally rang and she can't believe it!!!! omg is it game-time now

everyone's filing out of the room and she could just feel that jungkook would come out of the room last-

ALRIGHT FUCK THE BELL RANG

you could do this!!!!

everyone's filing out of the room and you know in your heart that jungkook would stay behind, his routine being to politely chat with the professor before he leaves

you're a lil nervous alright

you're scanning the room and there's only a few people left and your eyes instinctively go to the mini desk next to the door and-

FUCK

DID YOU FORGET TO BRING IT HOME YESTERDAY??????

goddamn it

yesterday was when coach jeong was mad because someone from your team just hAD to bring beer!!! and not even have the common sense to put it on a discreet thermos or sth and you know!!!! to not drink it in public or in front of the coach!!!!

doing laps on the oval field will now make you hurl on command just by thinking about it

you physically did not have the cognizance to go and fetch the lunchbox to wash it,,,, or like even move at all

FUCK IT

how are you gonna swipe the lunchbox now? now when the professor's packing up, jungkook's loitering around the classroom, and there's this girl who's-

wait

who's this girl??

who is she and wHY IS SHE EYEING THE LUNCHBOX

fuck it!!! here goes nothing

she's stepping completely into the room and making sure her block heels generate enough clacking,, hands already moving in practiced moments as she attempts in making it seem like she's rushedly putting the lunchbox bag into her tote — as if it's from there, and she's always done this

jungkook hears noises coming from the back of the room, eyes widening before he comes up the stairs in record time

"no. get your own."

he grips the girl's wrist, about to pry off her hands from his lunchbox

he hears her giggle sweetly, the melody being something he's heard before

"i did. after all, i did get you these."

"hyeji?"

hyeji's a pretty girl!!! a nice girl in jungkook's year that wears fit dresses and cartier bangles :D

she stands out really, sometimes literally because she appears in the school's flyers and advertisements

"hyeji," jungkook breathlessly connects the dots including the fact that she looks caught in the act; holding his lunchbox, her tote bag open, and a peek of another completely different lunchbox in her other hand, "i-it's been you this whole time?"

hyeji blushes, sheepishly tucking her perfectly shiny and neat hair behind her ears, "you caught me then."

kook laughs both in nervousness and giddiness, pushing his glasses up and suddenly conscious that he should've worn contacts, "b-but how? we don't share this class."

hyeji bursts into a giggle, blushed cheeks staining further than the five minutes she tried getting the perfect amount

"r-right! kinda amazing what depths you'd go for a person you like, hm?"

jungkook is about to pass out

HE'S PUT IN A SITUATION

a situation that he likes and is too giddy to find a reply for

he apparently doesn't need a reply, because a chair scrapes harshly against the floor and it brings him down to reality immediately

you cannot fucking believe what you just witnessed

you stand abruptly from the seat you've been frozen in with a great deal of urgency because you cAN'T stand to be in this room any longer

they actually forgot that the two of them aren't alone

that you're still here

little miss hyeji's just as shocked

you feel stupid and even more stupid that you're still holding a stupid notebook you even decorated

it has a doodle in the front and all the remaining pages are of the copies you've replicated on jungkook's sticky notes — the same ones you've been trying to make perfect just for him

"y/n!" he sputters when your backpack accidentally leans too much to your side and hits him on the way out

"move."

you’re feeling everything but fine and god you just hated that you always willed yourself to move oN

you’re beyond mad when you put on your jersey!!!

you’re irrevocably dejected when you put on your cleats!!!!

you feel cheated on when you zip up your duffel and walk all the way to the field!!!

it’s a combination of the type of frustration that makes you want to move plus the type that paralyzes you, the whole thing unlike anything you’ve ever felt before

you’re clearly in your head and frankly, you’re just too good

too good that there's no game at all because the only thing happening is you scoring

there's no passing going on or the sort

everyone is just :O looking at their captain to be in the most furiously determined state that they’ve ever seen you in

you don’t even realize that you’re the oNLY one moving in the whole field

“alright, alright — jesus christ! go to the bench and sort your head out, captain,” coach jeong literally has to JOG over to your spot to jolt you

oh there he is again

jaehyun just had to bench you didn’t he

sometimes it’s lost on you that jaehyun, just like seokjin, used to be your senior

he hated juniors with a burning passion and you’re the ONLY one he’s taken a tolerance for

((you lent him your umbrella and it coincidentially had to be a bad day for him tHEN that made him like you))

you’re having none of it though because this time, you’re the one who has the bad day and the captain title does nothing to appease you

“sure, coach.”

you mumble just as lively and walk to completely the fURTHEST side of the bleachers, being so far out that you could barely see your team

what are you supposed to do? simmer in the thoughts you so badly didn’t want to have in silence??????

"y/n?"

the voice you least expected to hear perks up right next to you

what the hell is jungkook doing here now??

he looks lost, two hands clinging onto his backpack straps before tentatively looking at you again

“did i do anything to upset you?”

so he wants to ask that?

you snort automatically, suddenly wishing that you didn’t walk this far because you can’t make an excuse that jaehyun’s calling for you

"because my bag accidentally hit you on the way out? no, jungkook."

jungkook knits his brows in question, seemingly take offense to what you’ve just said to hom

"we're not exactly associated for me to be mad at you, are we?" you emphasize even further, not caring the least bit that your words have an edge to them

he deadpans, pursing his lips before sarcastically smiling at you

".... so you're upset at me?"

://

jungkook takes your silence for him to delve further, not paying attention to how your eye is begging to twitch at him

"i asked if i did anything to upset you, and you said no. but that doesn't necessarily mean you aren't. you could be upset at me even if i didn't do anything to you."

wow

you sound like a real fucking nerd jungkook

"do you have any idea how condescending you sound right now?"

kook barely has a solid inch on you yet the nagging feeling that he’s belittling you makes you grip your fists tight, posture wavering

"so you do admit that you're upset at me?"

he’s not the most patient person either but something about you and the situation right now just makes him tick a little faster

your eyes narrow at what he’s aiming to get at, your hand on your hip feeling heavy at this point

"what does it matter to you if i'm upset or not? we are not-"

"i am associated to you!!! even to a degree!!! you walked me home!"

jungkook is the one who breaks first and he doesn’t look fazed to have opposed you so loudly, still standing by himself

"i would walk anyone home."

"no you wouldn't-"

"i would walk anyone who was as vulnerable and as anxious as you were, jungkook!!"

it is true

you’d walk anyone home within reason regardless if they were jungkook or not!!!

the guy in question only looks at you straightly, brows not stubborn but still just as unrelaxed

:((

"good to know. then you're not upset at me, and i didn't do anything to upset you."

"sure."

you only say just to spite him, about to turn your back and leave him completely to go back to your practice game

jungkook surprises you again and flips a switch just as quick as your mini argument of sorts escalated

"anyways!! i'm sorry for being a little off when i interviewed you that day. i got a 100 on that assignment, by the way :))"

what?

what’s he still doing here?

he’s talking about his grades and whatnot to you as if literally twenty seconds ago did nOT happen!!

"why are you still-"

"and the one who's been giving me my lunchboxes confessed to me today!! for hyeji to be the girl giving me them, it makes perfect sense."

you shrug away the weirdness that jungkook’s moved on from the argument as fast as this, trying a take two for a peaceful conversation

this time, you’re the one who unknowingly flips a switch at her name — something so foreign and sudden yet something you quickly grew to hate

"i wouldn't be so trusting if i were you."

that seems to hit a nerve on him again, making him scoff in reply

"good thing you aren't me then."

what is ON with him????

"watch it. i'm your senior, kid."

you’re more irritated than the first and second time around that you’ve been agitated this day

"why? are you normally this self-absorbed that you wouldn't trust a girl who's confessed??"

self-absorbed?

you aren’t the most selfless person ever but god do you know for a fact that you’re not vain as jungkook’s insisting you to be

you hate him.

you hate this version of him that isn’t the same jungkook you’ve known to like ever since the start of the semester

"same thing as polygraphs not being a hundred percent reliable. anyone could tell the truth as long as you ask the wrong questions," you detail on further because jungkook loves details, right? might as well give him several

"or did you even ask?"

jungkook scowls as if you’ve insulted his mother and his entire lineage, face contorting into everything but warm

"what does it matter to you? didn't you just tell me that we aren't associated? why are you projecting all your moaning on hyeji?"

WHAT

WHAT????

"you know what? maybe i am associated to you. i think i'd also tell this to everyone i'd walk home — maybe you shouldn't be too trusting, huh? maybe you shouldn't just let anyone walk you home."

the tears this time are more insistent to come out this time but you’d rather dIE than for jungkook to stain your pride like this

"no one should walk me home, besides you? is that what you're trying to say?"

no!!

for fuck's sake you aren't even finished with your point!!

before you could continue, jungkook shakes his head at you — the most disappointing shake of his head that it curses you soft

"what am i even doing? you wouldn't understand."

he closes the distance that’s been alarmingly shorter throughout the whole time, jungkook being the one to break it

"because no one gives you lunchboxes. no one exerts effort in making you cheerful — no one wants to go the extra mile for you, and no one wants to walk you home."

he's insulting you right to your face and that’s when your dam breaks, lips quivering impossibly as you stare him down with a genuinely pained gaze you didn’t know you carried

"you wouldn't know what i feel, because no one likes you."

jungkook gets the last word in.

he leaves you in the same field he's first approached you in nervousness.

today, he leaves it differently.

sweat isn't the only thing on your face but instead it’s the frustrating hot tears you haven’t had in awhile

your fists are balled but there's no power to the anger behind it

you’re almost always alone outside the company of the closest friends you’ve ever had — but this is the only time that you truly felt that you are alone.

today's a good day to give up on jungkook.

#WHAT DO WE THINK BESTIES!!!!!! alr this was the confrontation piece with all that build-up :D the pain #stem koo #jungkook imagine #jungkook imagines #jungkook oneshot #jungkook oneshots #jungkook drabble #jungkook drabbles #jungkook au #jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #jungkook angst imagine

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seokahwrites · 3 years

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NUISANCE | chapter 1 (or, human walls and steak fungi)

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pairing.

| lawyer! jeon jungkook x lawyer! reader (feat. ex! kim taehyung)

summary.

| all you wished for was a relaxing two weeks in a big ass boat eating some big ass shrimps, away from the real world. but instead you’re stuck with your arch rival with no means of escape — and goddamit why does the bastard smell so good

tags.

| the spice has commenced; POUTY JUNGKOOK???; hunky jungkook?; jungkook?; jungkook in a suit; a LOT of jungkook; pouty reader; stressed out reader; use of the words dick and cooch; use of the word satan (to refer to kim seokjin ofc); KIM SEOKJIN IS THE REAL MAIN CHAR; poor joon is a victim; JUNGKOOK WEARING EARRINGS AND BRACELETS; taehyung is nice (?) (¿question mark?)

a/n.

| this writing was sponsored by red bull, alcohol and fantasies of casual jungkook as well as jungkook in a suit. also, jungkook’s smile is described as tight lipped bc his signature smile appearing is important to the story. also i wanna know y’all’s thoughts on tae. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY THANK U FOR THE COTINUOUS SUPPORT AND LOVE, I WILL CONTINUE TO GIVE MY BEST AND THANK U FOR READING MY STORY <333

Having once spent a sleepless night reading Dante’s inferno, you were well aware of the fact that there are 9 layers of hell.

Though, it seemed the old man had forgotten about the tenth circle: Anywhere with Jeon Jungkook.

Since the first time you met him, you never had any reason to believe that he was a humble character. He had always looked at you from the top of his high horse and he took much pride in trotting on it.

As you, Jungkook and the receptionist wait for the elevator, the air thick with discomfort, you look at the man in front of you and remember that first time.

Your head is invaded with the memory of you in your Hello Kitty pajamas, adorned with grease and all, as you worked on a divorce case that causes you migraines to this day — love is a bitter bitch. It must’ve been past midnight when you and Jin were chewing away pizza slice after pizza slice at the office.

Then, there’s a knock at the door.

“If that’s Namjoon I’m literally going to fire you,” you bark at Jin as you hold his leftover crust on one hand and a document on the other.

And Jin, being the smart ass he is and knowing you wouldn’t survive a day without him, gets up from your leather couch without a word and opens the door, launching himself at none other than Kim Namjoon.

You roll your eyes at the love birds while wondering when the fuck their honeymoon phase was gonna end. You were so sick of them.

“Y/N,” Jin calls you from your desk, urging you to come to the door and once you’re beside him, this time with a cup of coke in your hands, “Can you keep them entertained for a bit? I just gotta grab Namjoon’s meds.”

Before you could say no, the little devil was already running off to his own cubicle, leaving you alone with the all familiar Namjoon and a very much not familiar stranger.

You lean on the doorframe without uttering a single word, sipping on your drink as well as the stranger — Sure, looking back at the moment you kinda just wanna punch yourself in the cooch and tell yourself to get a grip, but you weren’t blinded with hatred at the time, and also not blind — because it isn’t every night that a man clad in a charcoal suit and an unbuttoned shirt, comes knocking at your door; not to mention his watch dazzled under the artificial light and he held the blue tie in his hand with just the right grip.

You’re snapped out of your daze when the man goes from checking the time to whispering something in Namjoon’s ear, covering it the same way eight year olds cover their own secrets, and he laughs. This would all be good and well if he hadn’t looked at you with such appall in his eyes the moment before, the look still clear as day in your mind.

You're reminded that your makeup was probably smudged from all the times you had rubbed your eyes, your skin oily from the tiresome day and you were wearing Hello Kitty pajamas.

Maybe you shouldn’t have taken the insult so personally, but you did.

“I’m here,” Jin is back, a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder as the other one passes him a lunchbox of cold medicines, “What did I miss?”

At this you look up from the pitiful ground, pulling Jin back to your office, and accidentally spill (or throw) your coke at the stranger. You watch in delight as he looks at his very expensive looking suit drenched in a sticky brown, utter terror in his eyes, inhaling the wonderful moment for a second before shutting the door in his face.

The consequences of your actions: an almost two-year long rivalry with the stranger, revealed to be Jeon Jungkook moments after the incident when Jin asked, “Did you just throw your drink at Namjoon’s boss, you crazy bitch?”

And that wave has rippled to this day, in the form of insults and high-school level teasing (if his brain had even evolved to that age). The words “I’ll have you all to myself’ comes to mind; it makes you puff with exasperation. Sure it comes off a little flirty to unknowing ears, but it was just another reminder of Jungkook’s dismay — and that he had an all new access to torture you.

You attempt to shake the ick from your body, but in a trice you found yourself in front of the suite, the four floors you travelled to get there seemingly a glitch in time.

Isabelle scans the room card in front of the handle, handing it over to Jungkook after the green beep. “This is your room!”

You shove Jungkook aside, pulling your trolley as you enter. You had seen the pictures before, but seeing the grand room before your eyes in all of its shades of brown and gray dispersed throughout the walls and furniture, the intricate branch of lights in the ceiling and the panoramic ocean view that gave it its name; it made you forgot who you were sharing it with for a moment.

When you turn around, Jungkook is as wide eyed as you, and it makes the corners of your mouth lift ever so slightly because he looks like a fucking dork.

“Well,” Isabelle is smiling and you could sense her relief of not having to deal with the two of you anymore, “If you need anything, me and the rest of the Royal Sunrise team are available at all times, have fun!”

And just like that, she made her escape, leaving you and Jungkook standing in the middle of the room, alone.

For a moment you shut your eyes as hard as you can, scrunching your face with your fists up, in hopes that a miracle happens and Jungkook disappears. You have been having some odd dreams lately, maybe this was just—

Nope. He’s still there.

Since his eyes seem to have wandered too far, you call out his name to bring him back to earth, crossing your arms when his gaze lands on you, “We should probably talk about a few things.”

He drops the backpack from his back as he nods.

“First of all, the sleeping situation—“

“Yeah, I already thought of that,” he walks to the (very cramped) couch on the other side of the room and pats the armrest, “I’ll take this wonderful bed.”

You look at him with quizzical eyes, wondering how the hell was he of all people going to fit there. But it wasn’t really of your concern if he wanted to get scoliosis, he had made his decision.

“Plus, you need beauty sleep much more than me.”

What a waste of oxygen.

You shrug off his words, immune to his childish remarks at this point, “Okay, then. Next on the list, eating arrangements.”

At this point he’s picking up his things and placing them in his territory, “Why is that on the list?”

You move closer to the windows, a little excited when you see the balcony — you would use it to either push your roommate into the cold ocean or catch up on a few books, tough choice. “Because the tables are arranged by rooms.”

You felt the confusion in his eyes poking at your back, so you turn, “That means that we need to share a table for the next few days, dipshit.”

Jungkook shakes his body in agony, throwing a tiny tantrum, “Why is that even a thing?” He whined.

When you feel a headache coming, you grab your own luggage and place it on top of the bed, opening it up and digging in the pockets for a little bit of liquid luck. God knew you needed it.

You down the sample of Jack Daniels in one go with a bitter face and a blow of air.

“Really?”

You start picking out your pajamas for the night, “I was saving it for when I’d find a hot stranger by the pool but—,” when you look up and see the mess on Jungkook’s couch, you’re taken aback, “What in the world is that?”

Jungkook’s hands are rummaging through the jungle that were his things, and it’s obvious that he just shoved as many clothes as he could find lying around the house. He grabs hold of a white tee, “What?”

Again, a waste of—

“WOAH, WOAH, WOAH.”

In the roll of an eye Jungkook’s torso is fully exposed, his back turned towards you with all of its bumps and mumps looking right at you. And you only become aware that you are staring when Jungkook notices the lack of a comeback, pointing it out with a smug tone.

“Y/N,” he doesn’t turn but he snaps you out of your stunned state all the same, “I can practically hear you drooling.”

At the very next instant you cover your eyes, just as little kids do when an inappropriate scene comes on the TV. “You wish, jackass,” and it comes off a little shoutier than you expected, as if the lack of visual correlated with the volume of your voice. Blindly, you grab your shirt and shorts from the bed and run to the bathroom, which just had to be on Jungkook’s side of the room.

And things take a turn for the worse when you run into something, and that something is warm and firm and breathing.

“Uh—.”

Pain.

You convince yourself it was just an invisible, Jungkook shaped wall they failed to mention on the website and fling yourself to the bathroom door, finding the handle rather quickly from all the adrenaline.

Once you’ve slammed the door shut, you let your back slide against the wooden slab and your ass hit the marble floor.

The clothes are still in your grip, your left hand feeling your overheating cheeks and for a tick you think that maybe, just maybe, you should throw yourself into the water and let the sharks take you so you could be buried at the very depths of the ocean. It seemed like a better fate than whatever the fuck was awaiting you the next two weeks.

You take a deep breath in, letting your mind focus on something else.

You look around and, oh, wow. Even the bathroom was charming — if you could ignore the absurd amount of windows, any sea creature passing by would surely see more than they should — glass making up all of the walls, including the shower’s.

The exposure that surrounds you, in its own weird way, cleared up your head the tiniest bit and for the first time since you’ve arrived, you were able to think, only the ocean and its blue around you now.

And what would be your first course of action after a glimpse of clarity?

Calling that rat bastard assistant of yours, of course.

You stand up and place your phone atop the hazel counter after clicking contact name ‘Twinky’, out of fear you’d smash the damn thing when you hear his voice, smoke was bursting at the seams of your chest. Prepare to meet your end, Kim Seokjin—

“Good evening, Ms. Y/N. For what reason are you contacting me in the midst of your vacation?”

Breathe in, breathe out. “Don’t get all formal with me, Kim,” you’re wagging your finger to no one, “I know you did something. Confess.”

The obnoxious twirling of Jin’s chair could be heard through the speaker, “I’ve no idea of what you could possibly be talking about, Madam—“

“Confess.”

“Fine, fine,” you could picture Jin putting his hands up at your murderous tone, “Me and Joon just thought it was about time you two kids got together.”

You take a pause from your pacing around. Motherfucker.

“Okay! I thought it was time and convinced Namjoon to go along with it,” your fist meets the counter with an audible thump, and you were seethed at the probability of Jin smiling at your behaviour. “Speaking of it, how’s it going?”

“Well, Jin,” you place the microphone as near to your mouth as possible, “JEON JUNGKOOK IS TAKING OFF HIS CLOTHES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING ROOM,” you put on a docile face and naturally assume that Jin could see you telepathically, “So you tell me how it’s going.”

For the first time since you hired him, you had left Jin speechless. Or so you thought.

“I didn’t know you would move this fast—“

“Jin.”

“I apologise, I apologise,” the witch cackles, “But you didn’t give me any context, I only assumed the best.”

“Spare me from your taunts, you hag,” you huff and roll your eyes, “And, as I’ve told you many times before, Jeon Jungkook is literally the worst. I hate—.”

“—him. Yes, Y/N, I’ve been hearing the same speech every single day for two years,” you could hear Jin walking back and forth before an abrupt pause, “Listen to yourself, Y/N, you brought this upon yourself. Whenever you saw or just remembered Jungkook existed you wouldn’t stop talking about him. So, being the good friend I am, I handed you his—,” you rush in a failed attempt to muffle his next words with your hand, “—dick on a silver platter.”

Oh, dear lord.

“You’re out of your mind if you think I wanna be anywhere near Jungkook’s—,” you speak in a hushed tone, “—thing.”

“See, you can’t even say it,” and you give up, because no matter how many times you denied it, Jin never let up. “Anyway, I gotta go and… take a call. Have fun!”

And he hangs up.

All you can do is groan, making a mental note that you oughta kick Jin in the balls one of these days, and you look at yourself in the mirror — you couldn’t even enjoy your tacky shirt because of him. Was a normal vacation really too much to ask for?

You remember that the universe had already answered your question with a big yes, and you can’t help but pout.

Still, ever the changing mind, were you really going to let the universe win?

Your pout turns into a smirk. Of course, you weren’t. All you needed to do was avoid Jungkook as much as possible, that would be easy for sure, you were on a gigantic cruise ship after all.

Yeah, this can still be great.

And so, quick to think as always, you grab your phone and scroll through the Royal Sunrise website.

To your luck, the cruise offered classes and activities of all types with a different theme each day — tomorrow is cooking. Not only was it going to be actually entertaining, you could avoid Jungkook without having to look behind you every other minute.

Genius.

With this new mindset and plan, you change into your oversized navy shirt and banana-printed shorts, a newfound excitement in your step. You even bang your chest with each of your fists, a gorilla-esque fighting technique if you shall, as a way to pump you up.

The door doesn’t seem as intimidating when you push it open, your arms swinging at your side as if you were one of the seven dwarves. This was good.

Immediately you're met with the vexing view of Jungkook, and you quirk your eyes when you notice that all he was wearing was a pair of gray shorts and that white tee, the oddity of it all iffy in your head since you’ve only ever seen him in suits and shirts. There’s a familiar tingling of (what you always assumed was) contempt in your fingertips and toes, one that would only ever occur with Jungkook. Hatred finds a way, huh.

He looks at you, back to his phone and back to you all in one second, and once his brain processes that you’re back and present, he ditches his phone and props himself up on one elbow. “You know the walls aren’t that thick, right?”

The tingle turns into a twitch and you almost hit yourself. Breathe, Y/N.

Jungkook sits up, crossing his arms, his eyes wandering once again, “I knew that Namjoon was planning something. He was sweating so much, I thought it was just the heat,” and they land back on you, “Turns out, it was betrayal.”

You head to your own king-sized resting place and a chuckle slips out of you at Jungkook’s little remark. “You did hear that Jin was the one who dragged him into this, right?”

You’re both pulling your covers over your bodies with silent grins due to the dumbassery of your assistants, “I assumed as much.” At this, your smiles become full-out laughs and your heads must have been too exhausted to dwell on the out of character situation.

It fades after a few seconds and you take one final look at Jungkook before turning off the lights, only to make sure he was already laid down.

Your anxiety comes back to the surface, your eyes staring blankly ahead at the ceiling.

“What a mess,” you don’t even notice you had blurted it out loud.

The rustling of sheets sounds through the otherwise cricket-silent room, “Tell me about it.”

Another chuckle.

“Jungkook,” you call him, the words coming out with no warning, “Can we just promise, no monkey business? I just really wanna relax and—.”

“Y/N,” he stops you before you could yap any further, “No monkey business.”

His interruption makes you sheepish, that tingle coming back as you fiddle with the sheets.

All of the sudden, “Good night, Y/N.”

Silence.

“Don’t be a killjoy.”

Groan. There really isn’t any reason for you to answer the prick. Still, you roll your eyes, “Good night, you troll.”

You hear his pleased sigh.

“Kinda bummed you don’t want my thing, though.”

Damn you, Kim Seokjin.

Your eyes flutter open, not with the calming sound of the dancing waves or the rustling of the sheets beside you from a happy hour mistake, no. You wake up with the sound of the shower running, the drip drop of the water meeting the glass floor of the bathroom.

The walls are very thin.

The image of a very naked Jungkook just next door is forced into your head, and you try to get rid of it by putting a pillow over your face, in hopes that it would put an end to your misery, but the world only gives a hundred problems and zero solutions.

Sat up, you remind yourself of the fresh-new mindset you had implemented yesterday, and this motivates you to restart your morning right and get dressed for the busy day ahead.

You squat down to your bag, grabbing the first jumpsuit and shoes in front of you, surprisingly not too shabby. The black off-shoulder fabric was adorned with pale pink flowers and your basic white sneakers didn’t add much but they were still a welcome fit — you’d only brought three pairs of shoes, so you didn’t really have much of a choice.

The background noise of the shower running disappears.

Shit.

You stumble around the room, trying to switch out of your clothes as fast as you possibly could to avoid any of yesterday’s incidents repeating, the need of any sort of grooming forgotten along the way. Still, you succeeded, and just as Jungkook unlocked the bathroom door, you were out of the room.

The joy in your step was back as you took the few steps needed to the elevators, pressing that little button of victory. Though you’ve been to countless luxury premises, the details of each place still managed to leave you awestruck, and the black railing and golden walls of the ship with decoration clearly inspired by the Romans, weren’t an exception.

The elevator was going from the sixth floor to the fifth when you heard a door open, the hairs of your back standing up out of instinct.

“Wait up!”

Fuck me.

You turn to the left, met with the, once again, odd view of Jeon Jungkook wearing casual clothes, this time in a charcoal shirt a few sizes too big, black cargo pants and signature chunky shoes. But, there’s something even more strange and you can’t quite put a finger to it, it isn’t the fact his lavish watch was replaced with leather braids on his wrist or that his hairs strayed a bit more wildly, it’s—

“Holy shit,” your eyes shoot wide open, “Are those hoops?”

Your hands almost go to touch the silver in his ears, but you remind yourself you’d probably turn to stone.

An unfamiliar red paints Jungkook’s face as his own fingers prod at the earrings, his eyes not meeting yours, “Maybe.”

A gasp. “How did I never notice,” you state more than ask, but Jungkook answers all the same.

“I mean, I never wear them to anything work-related because keeping a professional image and all of that,” he looks at you, his bashfulness fading into an all-knowing smile, “And those are the only times I see your bitter face.”

You scoff, “Wow, actually we talked like normal people for a whole thirty seconds.”

The imp has the audacity to laugh at your face, the way he stops to scan you up and down going unnoticed by your sight. “I gotta say, Y/N, you actually know how to dress—“

Ding.

The black tinted doors open to the glass elevator, a panorama of all the ship’s floors in full display, blue and purple lights reflecting on the gilded ornaments. Your hands rest on the black railing and you don’t even notice there’s another person in the elevator.

“Y/N?” The deep timbre of the voice is all too easy on your ears.

A slight turn to the right is all it takes to see him, fluffy ash hair (that was rough between your fingers from all the times he had dyed it), a shirt that flowed like the clouds and beige slacks that matched with the sepia of his sandals (an ensemble that contrasted the vibrant version of him in your memory). But that square grin was still the same.

“Tae?” You laugh in utter disbelief, “Kim Taehyung?”

“Come here!” His long arms bring you into a hug and with your head nuzzled against his chest, his heartbeat echoed good times, easier times that weren’t filled with paperwork and suits.

It’s interrupted by your forgotten acquaintance clearing his throat.

You pull away, recomposing yourself as you stand beside Taehyung, “Jungkook, this is Kim Taehyung,” you feel Taehyung’s eyes on you, “He was kind of my college boyfriend.”

They shake hands and look back at you, as if waiting for something.

“Uh— Right. Tae, this is Jungkook, my—,” you glance at the brunet to find the right words, “—co-worker, of sorts.”

Your embarrassment only deepens when you remember that the Jeon Jungkook was a first-hand witness to the mess you were melting into in front of your ex-boyfriend.

Who needed caffeine when shit like this kept happening to you.

“Oh,” Taehyung’s voice drops an octave as he shoves his hands in his pockets, “So you two came together?”

And you wave your arms around to signal a ‘no’, but it comes off as ‘that-one-crackhead-at-the-corner-of-the-street-ish” instead. “God, no,” you snort, much to your chagrin.

Taehyung sticks his tongue between his teeth, staring down at Jungkook who was chewing on his own bottom lip, “That’s good to hear.”

It seems you’ve regressed to your college-self, tucking your hair behind your ear with blushed cheeks at your senior.

Ding.

The elevator had arrived at the first floor, Jungkook’s cue to leave.

But he doesn’t make a straight itinerary, instead standing in front of the elevator, “Aren’t you gonna catch breakfast, chump?”

Ah, right. Your genius plan could finally come out in the open, “No, actually. I have an all-day cooking class on the 5th floor.”

“No kidding,” Taehyung turns to you and places a hand on your bare shoulder with a wide smile, “Me too!”

At this, Jungkook’s shoulders slump and his expression falls flat, but you couldn’t get a word in as the elevator doors closed and he swiveled away to his own day.

Eh, it’s not like it was your affair anyways. Plus, 9AM wasn’t the hour to deal with his bullshit.

You and Taehyung made your way up, speaking of all the things you’ve been up to for the past three years.

“So, Jimin’s dancing in Europe,” you gasp, a swell of pride in your chest, your old friend would talk about it every free night he spent in yours and Taehyung’s flat.

“Yeah, now I don’t know who’s keeping an eye on all the dumb shit he does.”

The weight on your shoulders only got lighter with every laugh you shared with Taehyung, sweet nostalgia.

“We’re here,” you point at the chalk sign, the words ‘Bon Appetit’ scribbled on it.

Out of sheer intuition, you pull Taehyung by the wrist until you reach the entrance, a Royal Sunrise worker awaiting with a list of, what could only be, the names of the participants.

You let go of Taehyung when the man’s eyes travel to your holding hands. Oh, God.

He smiles, “Good morning, Mr. and Ms. What would your names be?”

“Good morning, I’m Y/N Y/LN,” your smile hadn’t left your face, “I signed up yesterday.”

He nods and you walk inside, Taehyung following you before the worker puts up a hand to stop him.

“Your name, sir,” his tone changes..

You look back, wondering what the fuss was about.

“Uh— Kim Taehyung.”

The man reads over the clipboard, even flipping to the previous pages. “Excuse me, Mr. Kim. But your name doesn’t seem to be in the—.”

Taehyung’s calm demeanour becomes a bitter scowl as he pats a fifty dollar note down the man��s pocket before he could continue his speech. “Just let this one slide, buddy.”

The sight is a bit rough on the eyes and the corners of your lips turn downwards, something itching at your throat, but you hadn’t seen him in a long time and he most likely had good intentions with the man, you could let it slide, right?

“So,” Taehyung rubs his hands with a smile that reaches the pillows of his eyes, a 360° from the him you saw a few seconds ago, “Where were we?”

The blue of the sky had faded into a deep lilac once you and Taehyung were finished with your last batch of food.

You stood outside with smiles plastered on your faces and flour sprinkled on your hair, reminders of a day well-spent.

“This was great,” you held boxes of chocolate crepes and mushroom pasta, “Except for the fact I was forced to eat and deal with mushrooms.”

Taehyung’s eyebrows pull together, “So many years together, and I didn’t know you hated mushrooms,” you remember telling him countless times, but he never had the best memory — you don’t bother to bring up your hatred for crepes. “But, yeah… I think it was the company that sealed the deal, though.”

A beat of silence. The boy was smooth as ever.

You’re the first to break it. “I guess I’ll go get dinner then.”

“Right, right,” he purses his lips, “I’m gonna catch a nightcap, too full for food anyways. See you, Y/N.”

And you only mumble a small goodbye before you and Taehyung are going different directions.

A day well spent indeed.

Grumble.

You couldn’t keep it in anymore.

Holy Moses, were you hungry as shit. Who knew that barely eating breakfast and lunch could do this to a person.

Once the coast is clear, you run to the elevator, pressing the button repeatedly because why is this thing so fucking slow.

The time taken to go down to the first floor is even more agonising, but you just imagined the wonderful meals that actually tasted like food waiting for you downstairs. You could feel the pork melting in your mouth already.

Ding.

Since the first floor is more packed, you pace yourself as you power-walk to the dining area but you arrive in no time, walking through the tables and scanning each marker for the number 83, until you finally find your salvation — and the mop of brown hair sitting there with its unmistakable silver.

You park your ass on the wooden chair and place the white boxes of gag-worthy food on the table.

“Fancy meeting you here, Y/N,” Jungkook shoves a fork of rare steak and potatoes in his big mouth.

“Don’t antagonise me, Jungkook,” you leap to grab his wrist before he can get another scoop, “Where’s the food?”

You feel him tense under your grip, “Okay, let go of me, hungry hungry hippo,” you loosen your fist and lean back on your chair with crossed arms, “And the restaurant is out of steaks for the night, your only other option is some fried fish or something,” he continues munching.

“No—,” your head meets the table with a bang, “—I’ve been dreaming of red meat all day.”

“Didn’t you cook at— you know, cooking class?”

“Yes, we did,” you sit up and shove the boxes of trash to Jungkook as he examines them.

“But, you hate mushrooms and crepes,” he turns his head in a robotic motion when he opens the lids.

Your hunger fades for a bit as that tingle in your fingertips pushes you to sit straight, leaning your head like a curious puppy.

“How do you know that?”

Jungkook bites his bottom lip as he seems to think of a response. “Well, you mentioned it at the Law & Practice Awards a few months ago,” he rubs his fingers on his chin with a feign look of concentration, “I believe your exact words were: ‘Why does the stake have fungus on it’ and ‘Everybody knows that crepes are just a—.”

“—a cheap version of pancakes,” you finish his sentence with surprise painted on your face. Still, you question him, “But, how do you even remember that?”

Jungkook’s flush is back on his cheeks, “As they say, keep your friends close,” he flashes that tight lipped smile of his, “And your enemies closer.”

Just as you were about to flip the fucker off, your stomach grumbles. Out of all of the moments it could’ve complained, it decided to do so in the only second of silence.

Jungkook mumbled something along the lines of “That’s it,” under his breath and let out a sharp exhale, cutting up his steak and taters and pushing them into a smaller plate, adding a few greens in the mix. He snaps his fingers at the nearest waiter and grabs a glass of wine from his tray. The act finishes off with him pushing the food in your direction.

You stare at the food, at Jungkook and back at the plate again. Dumbfounded, once again.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Eat,” he continues on with his dinner as if he hadn’t just done— Well, what he just did.

You bite your lip and bow your head slightly, though you’re sure he doesn’t see it, before vacuuming the food directly into your belly.

The rest of the evening is spent in comfortable silence, no daggers threatened to be thrown or scorn weighing in the air. This lasts all the way to the door of the room; you were fine with communicating with only ‘hums’ and nods but Jungkook, as always, had to ruin things.

He leans his back against the white door, arms crossed and a smirk as he looks down at you. “How lucky of you to have your mortal enemy and—,” he puts up air quotes, “‘kind of college boyfriend’ in the same boat as you, huh?”

You palm your face and hide a sheepish smile, “I was hoping you’d forget about that.”

“How could I when I was your special guest to first hand embarrassment in the elevator,” he waves the white flag of peace as he puts his hands up, “But, hey—“

“Hi, Jungkook,” someone behind you purrs, heels clacking.

You turn around and see a woman of jet-black hair in a stunning red silk dress, the pony-tail on her head swinging a delicate left to right as she waved her manicured hand at none other than Jungkook — who brushes a hand through his hair before complimenting her greeting.

It takes you by surprise, though you laughed at Jungkook’s gnarly stance at the beautiful woman, the tingle comes back, this time prickling at the pit of your stomach.

As soon as she had walked away, you rubbed your hands at the sides of your arms, “Wow, Jungkook. Moving fast are we?” you squint your eyes, “I think it’s the earring.”

“First of all, screw you,” he unlocks the door, “Second, that’s nothing, trust me.”

He holds the door open for you and you catch a whiff of his black vanilla scent. You stop in your tracks and place a hand on his shoulder with a grimace on your face, “Just don’t do anything on my bed, okay?”

You don’t bother to wait for an answer as you head to the bathroom with your comfy tee in your hands.

This time, the counter was embellished with skincare and cologne galore, all thanks to your dear roommate.

“He wouldn’t notice if I used some of this, right?” You say to Jungkook’s bottle of cleanser, too lazy to go back and grab your own toiletries.

“If you use that I’m drowning myself,” you hear him shout from the other room.

Sorry, face. You’ll have to wait for tomorrow.

Once you were snug in your tee, you were off to bed — Jungkook in the same attire as yesterday as well.

You leave the lamp on as you checked your phone for the first time since yesterday. Of course, Jin was your only notification, a plethora of obscenities and questions that would, unfortunately, be permanently ingrained in your mind forever. You turn off your phone and throw it on top of the night stand.

Not today, satan.

“You mind?” You ask Jungkook who seemed to be scrolling away, too engrossed in his phone to look at your finger pointing at the light, only a grunt on his behalf.

You turn it off and shut your eyes, your body tense, not that you weren’t used to it, the decaying muscles of your back have been like that since you graduated high-school. And, it was a bit more intense from all the mixing and pot handling — thank the heavens that tomorrow’s activities involved massaging. Though, today was a win.

Jungkook’s phone turns off and his body sloshes around, the sounds he makes the only ones reverberating in the room.

“Good night, Y/N,” you try to ignore him, but he comes forward with a good case, “Come on, I gave you my food.”

Guilt tripper.

“Fine, but only because you’re annoying as shit,” he lets out a satisfied breath, “Good night, Jungkook.”

You arrive at dreamland in no time.

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