#also i'm glad i was able to finish a piece for the contest ^_^

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Only Now

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 8.5K

Description: Requested by @softelkie

When you close your eyes, you can hear his voice intertwined with the sound of waves crashing against blushing beaches at sunset, a faint whisper originating from a dream beyond the horizon, one that you had never been able to decipher until now.

A/N: This is also my entry for the NEABL Writing Contest! Hope you guys enjoy ^_^

You know that song?

The one that makes you feel happy and sad at the same time? The one with the lyrics that conjure fluttering hearts and forgotten memories?

The song that makes you think about the boy you love?

...

The smell of the ocean is something you know better than the back of your hand. A cool, salty breeze that reminds you of rippling water, shimmering under bright orange sunsets and cloudless pink skies. It’s the scent of your childhood adventures and nostalgic daydreams, a fragrance stronger than the flourishing gardens of your adulthood, an aroma more thrilling than the most potent of spices.

Perhaps your love for the seaside was what brought you back to that small town after university. The town you hadn’t seen since you packed your bags and headed to the city in search of new faces and limitless opportunity, but it was only a matter of time before your longing for the return of your youthful dreams drew you back to the ocean.

In search of that place again, you were definitely being naive to not expect grown-up responsibilities to follow you there, and leave it to your parents to remind you of your aging body and transpiring days. 

“Honey, you’re nearing your mid-twenties. You should consider meeting someone, don’t you think?”

“Mom, you can’t force these things.” You fight back the urge to get annoyed. She’s been pushing you to start dating ever since you entered your junior year, worried that you’ll soon reach that age when you’re considered undesirable. “It just hasn’t happened yet, ok?”

She sighs. “You can’t be too picky.”

“I’m not!” There’s irritation in your voice this time.

“What about that friend of yours?” She raises her brows. “Jimin, was it? He seems like a decent option.”

“MOM!” You stand up from the table, pushing your chair back loudly. “Jimin is just a friend. Can we please stop talking about this?” You literally can’t believe she’s bringing this up on your first night back when she knows for a fact that you hated discussing the topic. 

“Your mother is right.” Your dad seems to find your mild exasperation a good sign to conveniently butt in. “Time will soar by faster than you can predict.”

“Dad” You whine, hating yourself for acting like a child, ironic because you’re always seeking to dwell inside adolescent dreams. 

“We're just looking out for you.” He sighs. “We don’t want you to be alone when you are old.”

Perhaps it’s because his words hit the spot you had tried to conceal. That concern you had convinced yourself was not worthy enough to bring you down. Or perhaps it just reminds you of how childish you really are, for secretly dreaming you’ll end up with a person who probably doesn’t even exist. Waiting for someone who will never come. Looking for someone you’ll never find.

“I need some space.” You hastily excuse yourself from the table, taking long strides towards the door and slamming it shut to make your point. You honestly cannot believe your parents are treating you like this when you’ve just graduated from university. Shouldn’t they be happy that you’ve accomplished one of life’s big milestones? They should be congratulating you, not giving you more shit to stress over. 

And what the flying fuck is wrong with being single? Why can’t they just accept that you’re happy being alone? That you don’t need a significant other to live a good life. It’s so absolutely infuriating that you have to take deep breaths to calm yourself as you make your way to the beach.   

There are neither winds nor clouds to hide the stars and the moon, only soft laps of water smoothing across the wet sand. The calming silence is reminiscent of all those nights you snuck out of the house in search of irreplaceable peace, a type of serenity you cannot find anywhere else.

Sitting on the rock that faces the ocean, you can sense your anger fading. Thank god because this is exactly what you came back for and if even your secret hideaway couldn’t relieve you of irritation, you might as well head back to the city. But just as you were about to relax fully, the rustle of footsteps on the grass startles you, and the voice that follows makes you jump out of your skin.

“Enjoying the view?”

You whip your head around to see the shadowy figure of a boy, face half hidden by dark, long bangs that sweep across his eyes. His hands are tucking in the pockets of his hoodie, skin of his knees barely peeking through ripped black jeans.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” The questions tumble out of your mouth before you realize how absurd you must sound, interrogating some stranger as if they had just trespassed into your territory.

He chuckles lightly at your bewilderment. “I think I should be the one asking those questions. I’ve been coming here for years, and it’s the first time I’ve seen you occupying my spot.”

“Your spot?” 

He tilts his head and points at the rock you are perched on.

“Oh, I-I’m ss-orry. I didn’t know.” You clumsily climb down, feeling kind of stupid for acting like you owned the place despite the fact that you’ve been gone for the last four years.

“Hey, it’s fine. I can share.” There’s a playful hint in his voice, and it stirs your curiosity.

You pause midway down, unsure if you should go back up or just leave, but your distracting mental debate causes you to take a misstep. The stranger quickly lunges over, holding his arms out just in time to catch you before you fall.  

You slam against his chest, firm but just soft enough that it doesn’t hurt. In that moment your mind is blank, cheeks flushes from the sudden turn of events.

“Shit, s-sorry.” Averting your eyes to avoid how awkward the situation has become, you wish you had been more careful. 

He laughs lightheartedly. “Leaving so soon?”

Realizing you were still trapped in his arms, you hastily remove yourself by taking a step back. “I don’t want to get in the way of you and your….” You trail off, not knowing what a boy his age would do out by the ocean in the early evening, but whatever it was, there was probably no place for you in the equation.  

He chuckles again, this time nose scrunching up and eyes crinkling around the edges. “I could use some company.”

His response is an invite for you to stay, but hesitation prevents you from accepting his offer right away. You had come out to be alone

“But you seem like you have a lot on your mind.” He speaks before you can formulate an answer. “I’ll just find another rock.”

“Wait…” The word slips past your lips before you can organize your thoughts, and conclude whether or not you actually wanted to stop him from leaving. You swallow, not knowing what invisible force, urge, or desire gave you the push to ask him to stay. For one, you didn’t even know the guy. He could be some creepy stalker for all you knew, but then again, he seems all right judging by his politeness and did he smell pleasantly of citrus and strawberries too? Not that you were purposefully taking note of his scent, but it was kind of hard to miss when you literally fell into his arms two seconds ago.

“Are you new around here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around.” He’s the first to speak after the two of you are comfortably situated back on the rock.

“I just moved back home after graduating from college. I mean, I’ll probably have to look for a job in the city eventually, but I figured it’s good to take some time off.”

He nods, leaning back an observing you more closely.

“How about you?” You direct the question back, not wanting to miss a chance to learn more about him.

“I wanted to find an inspirational place to compose and the ocean was mysteriously alluring.” There’s a mischievous hint in his voice, like he wanted to spark a bit of your interest, which he’s successful in doing.

“You’re a writer?” You ask, unable to hold yourself back.

“A song writer.”  

“Oh, a musician.”

“Aspiring to be.” His lip quirks upward as you turn to glance at him.

You continue to look at him as his attention is mesmerized by the boundless water, tracing along the contours of his face, outlined by the silver moonlight, and noticing rather naturally how soothingly attractive his features are. The way his nose curves at the tip, his slightly parted lips and relaxed eyelids as he breathes gently. Despite the obscurity of the night, you can effortlessly see his appearance with the help of his aura and something strangely familiar about his demeanor.

“May I ask for your name?” It suddenly hits you that you have yet to ask the most basic of questions.

He turns back to face you, lips curving up as he blinks slowly, almost sleepily.

“Jungkook.” His voice is low, marginally husky, but smooth like the sand underneath the perennial waves.

“Jungkook.” You repeat, lowering your gaze and noticing how instinctively it glides off your tongue.

“And you?” Startled by his question your pupils shoot back up.

“Y-Y/N” There’s an obvious break in your voice as you pronounce the syllables, nerves kicking back in for reasons you can’t comprehend.

“Y/N.” He exhales it the same way he had said his own name, and the warmth ignited in your heart is undeniable.

A stillness floats between the two of you as the night grows older, but it is in no way uncomfortable, quite the opposite in fact.

“So do you have any plans for the rest of the summer?”

His sudden inquiry snaps you out of your reverie. “Huh?” You whip you head back to see that he’s looking at you intently.

“You mentioned taking some time off.” He adds casually.

“Oh…right…ummm” Surprisingly it’s something you hadn’t really thought about. What were you going to do besides relaxing by the sea?

“If it’s too personal or something, you don’t have to answer.” There’s no trace of bitterness in his voice, no sign that he’s just saying it out of courtesy. You can tell he really means it.

You quietly laugh to yourself at how awkward you were being. “N-no, it’s just. I guess I’m not really sure. Haven’t exactly planned, you know?”

He nods, tongue poking out to wet his lips out of habit. “In that case, would you like to hang out sometime? Like during the day?”

“Are you asking me out?” The blunt words escape before you realize and you immediately regret being so inept, mentally face palming and missing the way his smile grows wider.    

“Yes. I am.” His own blunt response makes your cheeks heat up even more. You have a hard time finding the right words to accept his offer, years of turning people down have done opposite of preparing you for this moment.

“It’s fine if you don’t. I don’t want to make you feel forced.” He adds quietly, finally looking away nervously.  

“No! I mean, y-yes. I-I’d like to hang out.” This time you mentally face palm so hard, you swear you can hear the loud smack tangibly.

He chuckles, eyes crinkling at the edges. “I’m honored.” He comments teasingly as he pulls out his phone.

You quickly mimic his motion; assuming that this is the part you’re supposed to offer him your number. When the screen lights up to half blind you, the first thing you notice after your eyes have adjusted is the time, or more precisely how late it already was. “Shit!” You involuntarily curse.

“You have to get back home, right?”

Nodding frantically, you flash him an apologetic look. “I’m basically free every day.”

Your reassuring words make him smile.

“Me too” He responds.

The last thing you see that night is his lingering gaze trailing after you as you run back along the path cutting through the grassy field, further and further away until his figure diminishes, transforming into a small speckle in the distance. At the waning of that transient image, you feel something you don’t think you’ve ever felt before, at least not for someone you’ve just met: the reluctance to leave.

You don’t know what it is about him, what he possesses that sparks your fascination in learning more about him. How he was able to engage so much of you so early on. Maybe it’s the ocean’s doing, just like that person it makes you see when you close your eyes.

Maybe it’s the way he smiled at you, washing away the anxieties that accompany the act of meeting new people. Or maybe it’s the way his voice was the kind to tell stories without words, calming your fears with an un-pinpointed familiarity.

Whatever it was, you were undoubtedly planning on finding out.

…

The universe works in mysterious ways, because you’ve walked this earth for almost a quarter of a century never have you ever felt the kind of inexplicable excitement you did when Jungkook messages you the very next day. With the vibration of your phone waking you up, you’re greeted with near exhilaration the moment you see the text. Why was your heart racing? Why are you virtually having trouble breathing? You blame it on being woken mid REM cycle. It’s called being startled and thrown off. You were never a morning person to begin with.  

Hopping out of bed, you actually take the time to look nice or, more accurately, feel the need to do so. Normally, looking presentable was all you ever aimed for, but you were unexpectedly self-conscious about seeing him for the first time during the daylight hours, aware that the additional light would allow him to see parts of you that he couldn’t last night. The concern is a bit unusual, but you weren’t going to read too much into your suddenly altered inclinations.

You meet him at the same spot on the beach you had chatted with him the night before. The scenery looking completely different now that the sun’s rays were illuminating the entire area, the tall grass, the trees leading into the shady forest, and of course, the lively ocean.

You find him leaning against the giant rock, hands casually tucked into the safety of his pockets, and gaze cast towards the breathtaking body of water. In any other scenario, you would’ve been more interested in how stunning the surface of the sea was sparkling under the iridescent light, but in that moment, your fixation was drawn towards the boy and how fondly he was admiring the landscape. His expression is the picture of calm, features relaxed yet the flicker of his eyes gives away how alive he was feeling at the sight of such magnificence.

“Jungkook?”

He turns. Slowly. And you don’t know why you’re holding your breath, but the moment he sees you, his lips curve upwards, transforming into the most adorable of smiles and loosening all the knots in your stomach, making your insides flutter. The moon had not lied about his attractiveness, and the sun had just confirmed the truth.

“Y/N” He breathes out airily, still grinning like a child. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”

“I’m not even thatlate.” You defend, pulling out your phone and checking to see that it’s technically only five minutes past the time you had told him you would arrive. “But sorry, I was just-”

“It’s fine,” He laughs. “I wouldn’t blame you. After all, wedid meet under some pretty sketchy circumstances.”

This time it’s your turn to chuckle. “You’re right. You could be some serial killer.”

He huffs another laugh. “So what made you come?”

Perhaps the question held more weight than you had taken the time to consider in that instance, but to you then, it was nothing more than a casual exchange. “It’s a small town, and I’ve got nothing to lose?” You shrug. “And how do you know I’m not dangerous?”

You’re surprised that he actually spends a good minute forming a response, but he eventually beams once more. “For all I know, you probably are. But I’m willing to take the risk.”

Your jaw drops at his reply. “Wow, so you think I’m out to hurt little boys.” You cross your arms, pretending to be offended.

“Hey, I am not little.” He pouts, bottom lip protruding on it’s own accord.  

“Whatever you say~” You continue to tease, even though you feel kind of mean for doing so.

The mood is lifted, and your remaining worries from the morning have completely disappeared.

Jungkook inquires about you childhood as the two of you survey the forest and lush green fields. You find it interesting that all the places he takes you are the exact ones you enjoyed exploring as a child: the old tree that curves downward to form a nice shelter, it’s stair-like branches making it perfect for climbing, the trail of stepping stones along the stream leading to the hidden waterfall at the side of the mountain, and the tall cliff over-looking the awe-inspiring ocean.

“Oh god, you’re going to fall.” Your eyes are stretched wide as you watch him crawl towards the end of the branch the two of you were sitting on as he attempts to catch one of the largest butterflies you’ve ever seen.

“I won’t” He grunts, still fully concentrated on the target. You can’t deny that he’s athletic by the looks of his controlled movement and the bulge of his biceps, not that you were staring.

“It’s going to fly away.” You call once more, gripping on the tree trunk for dear life as his movement makes the entire branch sway.

“You’ll never obtain what you are looking for if you’re afraid you’ll lose it.”

“This is no time for philosophical remarks!” You squeak as his the branch snaps crisply. You immediately squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the imminent fall, but all you hear is Jungkook’s laughing.

“What did I tell you?”

You open your eyes to find that he’s standing on the ground, proudly cupping the creature in his hands. Leaning down to get a closer look, the branch finally gives way. You barely have time to react before you realize that you’re actuallyfalling this time.

“Whoa!” He instinctively releases the butterfly to catch you in his arms. “Someone enjoys falling.” He chuckles as he holds onto you tightly.

“Hey, this time it's all on you.” You throw the responsibility on him before the heat can rush to your face.  

“Ok, ok. But at least I caught the-” He blinks a couple of times, visibly realizing the butterfly made an escape in his haste to catch you.

“The what?” You smirk, finding his dumbfounded reaction utterly hilarious.  

He sighs. “Are you ok?”

The genuine concern is a contrast to your own joking tone. “Um, yeah. I’m fine.” You clear your throat awkwardly.

He smiles in relief, and this time your burning face is inescapable. “Good.”

There’s something about Jungkook that strikes a perfect balance of just enough boyish charm combined with a manly protectiveness. You find out that he’s a few years younger than you, which isn’t all that surprising considering how young he actually looks. He has a baby face for sure, but there’s something about his sharp jawline and tall nose that makes him appear more mature at the same time. It’s an enigma in and of itself really, and you have to force yourself not to dwell on his appearance too often.

As striking as he is physically, it’s his aura that really leaves a lasting impression.   There’s something eerily familiar about him, but you’re afraid to allow yourself to believe it’s for the reason you’re suspecting. You’re convinced it’s just the nostalgia and your innate love for the seaside.    

Even so, you can’t deny feeling that he seems to understand you without words, without even having known you for very long, and when it feels like no one else in this world does. Although, you were most likely just jumping to conclusions too early on, but if he can make you feel like time doesn’t matter when the two of you are staring at the endless sky, that all of your anxieties are washed away as you’re breathing the scent of your childhood adventures, and that reality is just as beautiful as your most vibrant dreams, you’re more than willing to believe in his galaxy.  

…

Jungkook wasn’t lying about being a musician. You had almost forgotten that creating music was his official profession, until he brings you back to his apartment to show you his studio.

It’s small one bedroom type of flat on the seventh floor of one of the newer condos. He even got sound proof walls installed so he could work late into the night, although it would probably be a necessity during the day as well. He’s eager to sing you a song, and you can tell he’s passionate. The excitement in his eyes gives his whole heart away, and you were planning on bursting his bubble as a playful joke of some sort, that is, until his voice unapologetically steals your breath away.

Jungkook’s voice is beautiful, wholly, extraordinarily, and indisputably, to the point where it's almost unreal how he can express the full range of human emotion through song. But surprisingly, it isn’t the pure sound of his singing, but rather the familiarity that renders you speechless once again. Maybe the ocean had been trying to tell you something all along.

You’re almost in disbelief, questioning if you were being delusional in thinking the voice you were listening to right then was the exact one you had been imagining all these years. It almost causes your legs to give way, but you luck out because he stops singing the moment you start to feel your body sway.

“So what do you think?” His request snaps you sharply back into reality.

Clearing your throat and metaphorically slapping some sense back into yourself, you smirk impishly. “A song about love?”

He chuckles lightly. “Not your cup of tea?”

You shake your head; glad he picked up on your jest and didn’t take offense. “It’s not that. The song is beautiful, but a bit unrealistic don’t you think?”

“So you’re not a fan of love songs.” He bobs his head in understanding.

“So you’re pro sappy, romantic love?” You counter, reflecting his motion. It’s not that you wanted to judge his belief system or put labels on him, but you had expected his thoughts to be more aligned with yours, especially based on the conversations you’ve had with him the past couple of weeks. His outlook on life was so similar to yours; you have a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that his view on something so mainstream was vastly different. Raising a brow rather amusedly, you probe him for confirmation. “You can’t actually believe in true love can you?”

He glances at you cautiously. “Are you going to laugh in my face if I say yes?”

“I’ll try not to.” You grin, trying to hold back the laughter that is already tickling your chest. You find it charming that he’s so concerned about your opinion of him, and despite all of it, he still manages to remain honest. “It’s just, I didn’t take you to be the hopeless romantic type.”

“I’m just a casual fan.” He defends with a shrug.

“If you’re a fan that automatically makes you a believer.” You accuse playfully, feeling a wave of endearment from the way his face cutely flushes ever so slightly. The fact that he’s so pure when it comes to these things at his age and the fact that he remains true to himself in the face of your teasing just makes him even cuter.  

“I’m ok with that.” He responds. “I just didn’t expect you to be so against the idea.”

His comment suddenly makes you wonder when you started to give up on believing in love. If anything, it should be more of a female thing to be a fan of romance. “I guess I just can’t see myself that dependent on another person, or even fathoming such a person even exists? It’s hard to explain…” You purse your lips, searching for an explanation or a way to articulate how you truly feel about it all.

“I kind of see what you’re getting at.” He bobs his head once more. “But to me, I don’t think loving someone is as hard as the world makes it seem.”

You cock a brow. “What do you mean?”

“You know, the whole I would do anything for this person and without them my life can’t go on.” He exhales, shaking his head displeasingly. “The way I see it, loving someone is pretty simple. You make them smile and care for them. You hold each other in your arms and become each other’s happiness.”

Your jaw drops in incredulity at his description. “Wow, you just managed to make romantic love… boring.”

He cackles, throwing his head back. “Hey, it’s not my intent to downplay what they show in the movies or write in books. But love is what you make of it, right?”

“You just contradicted your song.” You point out. “And what about the dark side? Like unfortunate diseases, cheating, unrequited love, and pairs who are star crossed?”

“Yeah, those factors would complicate things.” He furrows his brows. “But everyone loves the same way, even those who are star crossed. I say if two people grow apart, it’s fine to break up when that time comes. I think you’re getting believing in love and believing in forever mixed up. I don’t believe in love that lasts forever, but I do believe in the capacity to love another person.”

“Oh, I see. So you’re not as wacky as I thought.” You giggle, relieved your beliefs systems are not entirely clashing.

“I’m guessing you haven’t experienced what is defined as ‘love’, yet? Or at least your capacity to love someone hasn’t been tested?” You’re too busy to notice how red his face has become or the nerves sprinkled in his voice as he’s asking these next questions.

You sigh heavily. “Nope. I’m proud to say I have yet to fall head over heels for anyone.” You take another deep breath, reminded of what your parents have been urgently pushing you to do ever since you graduated college single. “Although, I’m not exactly sure if it’s something to be proud of.”

“Well, it’s definitely not something you can control.” His voice is more relaxed now.

“Have you?” You question, curiosity getting the better of you.

He shakes his head. “I don’t know…” The uncertainty in his voice is a strangely stark contrast to his usual confident tone. He slowly lifts his gaze to peek at you, making you wonder why he’s suddenly acting weird. He hastily clears his throat, averting his eyes.  “I’ll tell you what. I’ll write you a song about it.” He offers nonchalantly.

“Another song about love?” You cock a brow.

He exhales with a smirk of his own. “About the simple love I believe in.”

Jungkook doesn’t talk about love after that day, well at least not for the rest of the summer. You’re thankful the space between you is still contentedly amiable, but you find yourself wondering why you’re thinking about him so often.

Why you’re always waiting to see him each day, checking your phone for text messages and planning your outfits days in advance. You acknowledge the undeniable sensation of feeling more than at home when you’re walking alongside him as the two of you spend long afternoons chatting about the most random things and the maddening reluctance to leave him when the evening finally arrives. You don’t understand this new feeling, why you were suddenly giddy over the tinniest things that would conjure the thought of him or why every ordinary day had suddenly become something to look forward to. Was it new or had you been like this with other friends too?

Because even as your parents were suggesting you meet their friends son, on friendly terms and totally not for the purpose of setting you two up, the first person that pops into your head in none other than Jungkook. The thought of him always made you feel safe, and that was something you couldn’t say about anyone except him.

“Do you ever feel like you’re searching for something that doesn’t quite exist?” He’s looking at you as he voices the question, eyelids sleepy and wind tousling his soft bangs.

You continue to examine his lazy features, lips slightly parted as he waits. He’s mesmerizing, and despite thinking it’s just due to the fact that he possessed an objectively good-looking face, you have a hard time convincing that’s the only thing you’ve been spellbound by.

Observing that you haven’t replied, he continues. “I mean, you’ve felt like it doesn’t exist until you find it.” His gaze is now cast downward, and you think you can detect a slight flush in his cheeks.

“Actually, yeah.” You swallow. “Like something you can only sense in dreams.” You wish you’re somehow able to express your resonance with his inquiry better, but you were never good at conveying your deepest thoughts.

He nods, smiling faintly. “Or chasing after a place you know you’ll never reach, but doing it anyways because you know someone is waiting for you there.”

“Do you think that person would wait if they knew you’d never get there?” You can feel the weight of your query hang in the space between you.  

A silence lingers in the air, and you’re almost led to believe he’s fallen asleep because he’s still staring idly at the ground, breathing calmly and sitting so, so still.

“I know they would.” He finally exhales, glancing at you with an unreadable, yet reassuring expression.

You wonder why being with Jungkook feels so comfortable, why sharing a conversation with him is so pleasant and engaging. You’ve known him for less than three months, and it already feels like he’s been with you all your life. Or perhaps it’s the effect of you not remembering what life before you met him was like. Is this what people mean when they say your whole world changes when you develop feelings for someone?

No way. That’s some bullshit. You don’t actually believe falling in love would happen this easily. It’s just infatuation. You’ve heard about it, and you know it doesn’t last.

Sure you’re always thinking about him, but in your defense, he’s the only person you’ve been hanging out with recently, granted you still find it absurd that every little thing would suddenly remind you of him. It’s like he was filling every nook and cranny of your mind, making you question how you could be so childishly infatuated so quickly. And you’d expect this new development to annoy you at least somewhat, but no, it actually just makes your heart flutter whenever you see the image of his smiling face as you close your eyes, euphoria that ripples through your chest and saturates your body with warmth.

It’s definately infatuation. Nothing special.

But what is the difference between categorizing someone as a friend vs more than a friend?

You clearly still have no idea, and you also didn’t know you would find out soon enough.

…

Jungkook likes to keep the atmosphere light. Call it a personality trait or habit, but he enjoys jokes and tries to work around matters that would usher in concern, even when you can tell there’s clearly something important on his mind. Heavier topics are not usually brought up in your conversations, until the day he tells you he’s been offered a contract from a record company in the city.

“Congratulations.” You voice, not knowing why the news makes a knot form in the pit of your stomach. There’s one tightening in your throat as well.  

“Thank you…” He mumurs, still looking at you as if he can't quite read your reaction.

“You’re really going places now.” You force a smile, but a person would have to be desensitized to not be consciousness of the tension in your speech.

“Y/N” He cuts in, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably. “I haven’t signed. I-I umm, wanted to ask for your opinion on it first.”

“Me? Why?” You laugh almost hysterically, and it’s so out of place that you yourself don’t even know where such a reaction came from. “It’s your dream. What does it have to do with me?” You were really taking your immaturity to new heights. Thinking back it’s embarrassing how you couldn’t control your emotions, how dumb you had acted at the time.

He doesn’t respond right away, looking down on the ground as he attempts to formulate a response. “So you’re ok with it?”

“Of course!” It’s a lie, but you’ve gone too far to turn back now. “My opinion shouldn’t matter anyways.”

“That sounds more like you’re not ok with it.” He murmurs barely audibly.

“We’re not tied to each other for an eternity. If we grow apart it’s ok, right?” You hate yourself for being so passive aggressive in that moment, how disgusting you feel for bringing the topic of breaking up into a conversation about the future and potentially going long distance. Why were you such a coward?

Jungkook only swallows and looks down at the ground. “Y-yeah, of course.” He mutters.

He doesn’t hold a grudge, and you persuade yourself that you don’t have to apologize even though you know you should. You reacted in the wrong way, and you almost wish Jungkook would hold you accountable for it. But he doesn't and it only makes you feel worse.

A couple days pass, and he doesn’t message you. Maybe for the purpose of giving you some space or maybe he was disappointed in the way you treated him, you don’t know. You feel awful, and you can’t even bring yourself to rationalize your actions because there was no justification for your harsh words. And you knew if you didn’t work this out, you’d regret it for the rest of your life.

“Jungkook?”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry for the way I acted the other day. It was completely uncalled for. I was being stupid and totally overreacting. I didn’t mean to make you feel guilty or anything. I was just…. scared.”

He doesn’t say anything for a good two minutes, letting the sunlight grow and fade as clouds floated across the blue sky. The ocean breeze tickles your cheek, and you wonder what he’s thinking about for such a long time.

“Take my hand.” He finally says.

“Huh?” You look down at his hand, palm facing upward as he waits. “Y-you, I-I…”

He chuckles, reaching down and interlacing his fingers with yours as you were obviously too taken aback to react normally. His hand is so warm and strong. You can feel his heartbeat vibrating through his veins, the twitch of the tiny muscles in his digits, and again, you’re surrounded by that same kind of safety only he can provide.

“I finished the song.” He murmurs. “Would you like to hear it?”

You nod, still staring at him with a mildly shocked expression. Your gaze never leaves him as he sings, his voice so heavenly it’s impossible to describe with mere words or images alone. You’re looking at the sunset reflected in his eyes, the way the colors speak of the same promises his lyrics are conveying. It’s the first time you’ve looked inside someone else’s heart, and found that they’ve created a place for you there.  

“We don’t know what will happen to us later, but I like that the future isn’t decided.” He says as he stops singing and begins drawing swirls on the back of your hand. 

“Uhh, because it’s more interesting that way?” You’re really good at killing moods, but if you weren’t, you’d be tearing up at how full your chest feels in that moment with his hands still interconnected with yours. But in all honesty, you’re heart is still secretly crying at how his actions now and for the past few months have all spoken of one central message. The one he has just delivered as a song dedicated to you.  

He giggles. “Yeah, and it makes me feel like I have the power to choose.” He smiles blissfully at you; the universes in his eyes already stealing the show before the stars appear.

…

Long distance is just as hard as everyone makes it out to be. You miss him. You miss the blissful summer you spent with him, but you’re thankful for technology.

At least you can still hear his voice through the receiver, see his face on the screen, and message him as much as your heart desires. 

Still, you’ll never stop missing him.

It was fine at first, when he would call you with news of how well his debut album was doing, and you felt so proud watching him perform his songs live. But you couldn’t stop the insecurity that dating a rising celebrity would inevitably bring. What if he falls for another celebrity? What if he finally realizes he could have someone way hotter, more talented, and successful than you? Those were the questions you asked yourself every night, each time a dating rumor was published on news sites or when the growing number of fangirls would loom over you like inescapable shadows.  

But each time you drowned in doubt, he would remind you of his promise.

“Remember the song I wrote for you?” His voice is muffled through the receiver, but it relaxes you nonetheless.

“Ugh, how could I forget?” You roll your eyes despite knowing he can’t see anyways.

“The meaning will never not be true.”

“Why are you speaking in double negative?” You accuse, pretending to be annoyed.

He laughs, and you can see the way his face is probably scrunched up in your mind. “It will always hold true.”

You sigh, smiling down at the blanket covering your legs as you sit in bed, phone in ear. “Ok.”

“Ok?” He sounds astonished. “Have I actually converted you into a believer?” He’s referring to the idea of love, and the excitement in his voice is undeniable.

You roll your eyes again, hoping it’ll translate over in your voice. “Yes, I’ve been converted.”

No matter how hard you try, long distance is unrelenting.

It happens gradually, and perhaps that’s the scariest type of change. The kind that is undetectable, until it's too late. It’s like a break up that is planned, the whole “letting someone down easy so they don’t go crazy and hunt me down” sort of schema. You don’t find it difficult to convince yourself that Jungkook would never do that to you. He’s not that cruel, and he would never break a promise.  

Would he?

But then the calls become more and more spaced out, until they stop all together. He stops responding to your texts, and no matter how hard you try to persuade yourself that he’s just busy with promotions, you can’t help but feel that something is not right.

Despite knowing that being fueled by insecurity only comes off as desperate, you sum up the courage to pay him a surprise visit. A trip to the city in which you were searching for jobs in anyways. You could make it a chance for you to get a feel for the place and decide whether or not it was somewhere you could see yourself working and living in for the next few years, although, the fact that Jungkook was there had left no doubt in your mind that it was.

The train ride is long, but your eagerness overrides the suspicions that plague your mind. It’s going to be fine. He’ll be so happy to see you. It’s been over half a year.

“What are you doing here?”

The sharp voice throws daggers against your back.

“J-Jungkook, I-I…”

He walks past you and enters his apartment before you could explain. You had been waiting outside his door for over three hours. His schedule ran overtime.

“I’m sorry for showing up unannounced but I wanted you to be…umm pleasantly surprised.”

“Pleasantly?” His bitter response takes another jab at your heart.

“What’s wrong with you?” Your jaw tenses, finally letting the anger and hurt overtake you.

“What’s wrong with me? Absolutely nothing.” He scoffs. “I guess, I’ve just…”

“You’ve what?” You spit, unable to lower your raised voice.

“Moved on? I don’t know how else to phrase it.” He says, almost mockingly, not even trying to hide the fact that he was purposefully trying to hurt you. “I tried to let you down easy, but you just couldn’t pick up on the hints now could you?”

“Are you fucking serious right now? Is this you breaking up with me?”

“Is it not obvious?” His jaw twitches from his clenched teeth.

You can’t believe what you are hearing, praying that your ears are deceiving you but also wishing you didn’t feel so stupid for not reading the signs sooner. “So we’re over? This is it?” You fight back the tears that would only make you look more pathetic. “You don’t even remember what you said to me do you?” You didn’t mean to bring up something so foolishly trivial at this point, but you can see his body tense at your words.

“Remember what?” He voices lowly, avoiding direct eye contact, lines on his forehead growing deeper as he searches for the answer.

You scoff and sniffle, tears finally rolling down your cheeks. “I can’t believe you’re acting like you don’t know. Wow, I really was an idiot to trust you.”

And then you’re rushing out the door, ignoring the rain that has started to fall as his calls for you to stop. Lightning flashes across the sky and thunder crackles loudly in the distance, but nothing could stop you from getting out of there. The anger and pain was drowning out his desperate cries for you to stop running.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

You continue to sprint as fast as your legs can carry you. You knew that you probably won’t be able to outrun him anyways, but you pray that he’ll give up and just let you be. Why would he put in the effort to care anyways? What you’ve done was already embarrassing enough. You didn’t need him to kick away the rest of your remaining dignity, however nonexistent it was at the present.

“Y/N, stop!”

He reached out and grabs you by the wrist, pulling you around to face him, his wet bangs completely covering his eyes. Your own vision is blurred by the rainwater, increasingly obscure as the pellets pour down harder.

“What are you doing? Let go of me!” You scream, attempting to rip your arm out of his clasp, but he doesn’t budge.

“I didn’t mean to do that.” He pulls you closer to him.

“What? Break up with me?” You scoff again, turning your head away. “I’m pretty sure you made it quite clear.” You feel his grip loosen around your wrist, and that’s when you turn back to a scene that shatters your heart.

He begins to cry. And you’ve never seen him cry. Not that crying was a strange occurrence or an inappropriate reaction in a situation like this, but the way he completely broke down, tears mixing with rainwater to the point where you can’t tell if just raining that hard or due to how long his grief in the form of tears has been accumulating, was painful to witness. Your chest constricts sharply at the sound of his agonizing sobs, the way he drops to his knees and covers his face with his hands, kneeling in front of you in the middle of the street, so small and powerless.

You’re confused. 

You don’t know why, and you most certainly do not understand what he’s trying to do, but there’s not a single cell in your body that has the strength to walk away from him like this, so you make your way over to him slowly, waiting for him to realize you’re giving him a chance to explain. The moment he feels your hand on his shoulder, he opens his arms and hugs your waist tightly, afraid that you’ll leave or disappear if he isn’t quick enough.

“I’m sorry” He cries, body still shuddering from his sobs.

And that’s when you learn why he doesn’t remember.

…

The events that happen afterwards are stored as a fuzzy memory somewhere deep in your recollection of the time you spent with him.

Jungkook.

The boy you made fun of for believing in love. Only playfully though because he spend long nights conversing with you under the moonlight and he allowed you to see countless sunsets reflected in his eyes. And joke’s on you because you fell in love with him.

Jungkook.

The boy who wrote a song for you because he placed you in the center of his heart. And maybe the greatest thing that came out of his effort to make you believe in the kind of love he grew fond of in his days listening to music and writing songs by the sea, is that you are now here to remind him even on the day he doesn’t anymore.

Jungkook.

The boy who has a rare genetic disorder that results in premature dementia.

The signs started showing up not long after the release of his first album. And maybe if you were more observant during all the days you spent texting with him back and forth or the late night video calls snuck in during his busy schedule, you would’ve suspected there was something abnormal about his growing forgetfulness. You had suspected it was from the stress of promotions and recordings, but of course, fate isn’t always that generous.

“W-was it difficult to love me?” His voice is meek and grief-stricken, finishing off with a noticeable tremble. You notice the tears welling up in his eyes for the first time as the scene before you makes your chest cry out in pain.

You shake your head frantically, unable to believe he’s assumed you ever had to force yourself to love him and unable to comprehend what it even means to find it difficult to love someone like him: the boy who holds entire galaxies in his eyes alone, the boy who embroidered the vast expanse of your sky with colors you had never even known existed until he showed them to you, the boy the ocean promised would light up your life when you met him- and he did. 

Loving him was the easiest thing you’ve ever done, and there’s not a single day that goes by where you’ve ever come close to regretting falling for him. The inability to grasp how such a question could even manifest in his mind makes you freeze in place, searching for the right words to make up for not showing him how much he’s meant to you or how little you had to try to embrace him tightly in your arms because your heart had long chosen its owner.  

“I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I tried.” You whisper, cupping his cheek in your hand as you kneel at his bedside.

Your words are the final blow that makes him break down. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I know I said when a time like comes, it’s ok to break up...b- but, but I don’t want to forget. I-I don’t want-” He shakes his head as tears ceaselessly stream down his face.

“Shhh, it’s ok.” You use the pad of your thumb to wipe some of the salty liquid away, but it’s no use because he’s still crying. “I’m not letting go of your hand.”

“No, you have to.” He cries. “I’ll only hurt you when I can’t remember. You have to leave me. You can’t-”

“Jungkook” You interrupt. “Whether you want it or not, I’m going to hold on to you.”

You end up holding him on his hospital bed for the rest of the afternoon, patting his back gently as he cries into the crook of your neck.

“God, I shouldn’t have written you that song.” He chuckles in between waning sniffles, dabbing the used, crumpled tissue against his already swollen nose.

“I’m thankful you did, because it’s still my favorite.” You smile, tracing circles along the back of his hand.

“I can’t believe you just watched me cry like a baby for the last three hours. I wouldn’t blame you if you decide to leave me now.” Though he intends for it to be a joke, you stiffen slightly.

“Jungkook, please, never tell me to leave you.” You concentrate on him pleadingly.

He sighs. “I don’t want to hurt you when I lose the ability to love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

“I don’t care.” You voice. “You can’t force me to not love you.”

“I know.” He exhales defeated by your stubbornness. “I just wish it was me and not you.”

“Don’t say that. It hurts just as much.”

He nods regretfully. “I’m sorry.”

Days pass intermittently, with winter ending at the arrival of Spring. You didn’t know how rapidly his disease would overtake him, optimistically hoping it would progress by the year rather than the week. As much as you didn’t want to acknowledge his fading memories, it’s impossible to ignore when it began to affect his ability to perform daily tasks.

You had always expected that real love would be just as painful as it is euphoric. 

Maybe that is precisely what you were afraid of believing in it.

“It’s getting worse.” He murmurs, staring at the lively sea, winds stronger today as they pick up the waves.

“Don’t feel bad about it.” You squeeze his hand tightly in your own.

“But when the day comes that I don’t remember to love you, just know that I still do. I always, always will.”

“And I’ll always be waiting for you.” You whisper. 

“The me that remembers will be sure to come and meet you.” He swears it by the stars in his eyes, the ones that you know will shine forever. 

His words make you smile and lean into his chest, firm but soft just like the first time you fell into his arms. Perhaps you knew all along that it was him. That you didn’t want to believe he existed because loving him makes you vulnerable, that the euphoric bliss that comes with love is a tradeoff for something darker, something more painful. But would you change things if you knew that this would be the outcome? No, you’ve come far enough to know you wouldn’t.  

“Don’t worry.” You breathe out just a wave of the ocean crashes against the cliffside. “I’ll remind you of all the things you’ve known and all the things you’ve forgotten. I’ll bring us back here, and I’ll play our song. And when the day comes that I start to forget, we’ll lay here in the rain, in the dark, in each other’s arms.”

…

You probably remember that song now.

The one that you’ll still listen to because it reminds you of that boy. The one that is kept safely tucked deep within your heart for the rest of your days.

The song that will forever be a message from the boy who loves you.

...

[princess-of-inarizaki]

Haikyuu manager headcanons!!

Okay so these adorable teams all have the softest spot for their tiny little manager-chan, and here's how they all treat her.

[Ari's note: okay manager fics and headcanons are my absolute favourite and I love writing them]

*.` | Karasuno

They are extremely laid back with you, compared to some of the other teams. They give you your space, at the same time listen to you when you have something to say.

Respectful simps. Similar to how they act with Kiyoko (ugh yes queen-chan) they're in tears whenever you do things to motivate them, like cheer at their practice matches or give them good luck charms.

They still have the good luck charms you fastened on their bag before one of the matches.

Tanaka and Noya would literally worship the ground which you walked on. Like wow how did they get so lucky as to have three?? Cute managers?? On their team??

Yachi and you would probably subtly simp over Kiyoko with them too ngl.

Hinata and Kags would probably see you as an older sister, eventho you're their age because you're so caring and responsible.

Suga is literally your mom and Daichi is your dad. They make sure you're all healthy and you're doing well in school.

Asahi gives you hugs whenever you're sad or upset! Fite me but I think this gentle baby gives the best hugs ever >:( he's like your comfort senpai and you'd do the same for him, especially when he's feeling insecure or down.

Yams would probably be very shy around you, but he'll warm up in time.

Ahhh the best part. Tsukki! He'd find you annoying and simply not get why you're so Mcfreaking happy at first (shut up u salty beanpole, manager-chan is just a ray of sunshine, okay?) But he soon finds it endearing and slowly gets closer to you.

You walk home with Yams and Tsukki every day since your houses are close, and Tsukki walks you to your door to make sure you're safe!

Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita all see you as a little sister and often help you with your managerial duties.

The team cares and respects you so much, and are so thankful you've joined them!!

Meat buns at Ukai's are your hangout spot, and everytime you see them chilling you're so thankful to have such great friends.

*.` | Aoba Johsai

Aaah we're at the team of one of my favourite characters!! I'll start with Oikawa (can't you tell I'm so biased omg)

Oikawa absolutely adores manager-chan because although she's tiny, she's very strict, and doesn't let his fangirls near the gym when he's practicing, which he appreciates.

"yn-chan, you're so good to me, can I take you out as a thank-you?" Cue Iwa-chan's ball which comes flying at Oikawa's head. "Stop flirting with the manager, shitty-kawa"

Iwa's very fond of you too, but he doesn't let it show too often. Sometimes he picks up your favourite coffee from the vending machine and claims that he bought it by "accident". (How believable<3)

Kunimi probably sends you weird tiktok videos and tags you in funny memes. Very wholesome 10/10.

Kyotani just?? Doesn't understand you?? Like wow, she's small but the team listens to her?? Why?? He later finds out you're the manager. Mad dork here didn't know you were managing the team for the past month, and thought you just came to the gym to watch them practice. Smh.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki give you headpats and like taking selfies with you, much to Oikawa's dismay. He wants to be the only one taking pictures with you.

Like no manager-chan. Stop. Get away from them. My phone's right here I wanna take selfies with you :(

Kindaichi is cool with you. Y'all are bros and you game together sometimes.

Watari and Yahaba join too, and they're surprised to know that you're so aggressive when you game.

Cue a jealous Oikawa who struggles learning how to game just so he's invited to play with you. Simp smh.

They're all very gentle with you, and since you're their first female manager, they make sure to never make you feel uncomfortable.

You guys like grabbing ramen together and having eating contests. They really bring out your aggressive side but you love them for it.

*.` | Shiratorizawa

Can I just say Semi bsf material? Yes? Yes. Semi Eita is best friend material.

Makes you cute little Spotify playlists and you help him write lyrics to songs occasionally. You play an instrument too and you guys can just jam out for hours on end together.

You get the idea of applying to be the manager because of him, and it all took off from there.

Goshiki loves you. You're fond of your kohāi, and you genuinely just give this touch-starved future ace a lot of hugs and cuddles, which he's SO grateful for.

Like wow, y/n-chan isn't just pretty?? She's also so sweet? And smart? And capable? Semi why have you been hiding her for so long??¿ >:(

Goshiki is just so protective of you, he'd commit murder if he had to.

You have to earn Ushiwaka's respect, yk? And slowly but surely he comes to realise how dependable and responsible you are, and treats you like an indispensable member of the team.

He's got your back. And if he ever senses you're upset, he's trying to cheer you up as best as he can.

"do not feel upset, those grades will mean nothing to you in the future. I doubt you will be able to remember what you got in your second year, third monthly test." You think he's being sweet, and yes he is (in a way), but he's also trying to be reasonable and logical.

Tendo loosens you up and you tend to play pranks on the others with him.

The funniest was when you tried to prank Ushijima by adding wasabi to his onigiri and he?? Didn't get it??

Like "y/n-chan, Tendo, why did you add wasabi to this onigiri? It would've been so much better with tuna mayo??" And he has no reaction whatsoever?¿?

Cue Goshiki who tries the onigiri because he wants to prove he has spice tolerance like Ushijima, eventhough you can low-key see him tearing up.

Shirabu is your voice of reason and you and him often study together. You also have deep and philosophical conversations at 12 a.m. over text, and it is just so wholesome.

He respects you so much, not just because you care for him, but because he finds your brain so fricking smexy.

These eagle babies bring out the best in you and you're always eager to push them forward and bring out the best in them.

*.` | Fukurodani

First thing's first, besides Akaashi, you are the only other person who can cheer up an emo-mood Bokuto.

Just say "Hey Bo, you're gonna look so much cooler when you spike the ball like the true ace that you are" and his hair's all perking up and his eyes are shining.

Akaashi thinks you are an angel sent from heaven.

You're very soft on your baby owls, and they genuinely just love getting positive affirmations from you.

Akaashi always blushes when you compliment him on his sets. And you can hear him murmur genuine words of gratitude.

The other members do too. They're glad because sometimes people focus on Bo too much and forget to give them recognition, yk? It's easy to get overlooked :(

But thanks to manager-chan who's so attentive with all of them, and who's aware of all their quirks and moods, they're all so touched and so so happy.

You have a habit of getting cold pretty often, especially since practice finishes late and it's pretty chilly by then.

Konoha always lends you his jacket and walks you home, since your home's are the closest. There's just something about you that makes you soft.

You get along really well with Kaori and Yukie, and you'd definitely consider them your best friends, considering y'all are in this thang togetherrrr!!

The Fukurodani team are just all a bunch of crackheads, but they're your crackheads and you wouldn't trade them for the world.

You're a very tight-knit family, (like ugh I just get lots of comfortable, safe vibes from Fukurodani :(( <3)

You guys hang out at the store near your school pretty often to recharge after grueling days of practice together.

*.` | Nekoma

My second favourite team, Nekoma!! They are precious, gentle, soft babies and I love them to bits and pieces >:(

I'll start with Kuroo. You've always had a tiny soft spot for Kuroo ever since you've become his lab partner in chemistry class.

His notes are immaculate. I mean, cmon we're all hoes for pretty notes

You think he's so incredibly smart and talented, so when he suggests you become the Nekoma manager, you just agree right away.

You guys grow closer since you've started spending more time with him, and you banter around more often than not with chemistry pickup lines.

"hey kitten, let's form a covalent bond"

He's so whipped after you retort back. Like wow she called me sodium fine and said I'm like an exothermic reaction? Permission to simp??

(Ari stfu this isn't a Kuroo fanfic)

Kenma and you definitely play animal crossing together, and he even lets you try his switch, after you guys grow closer.

Kuroo is so insulted, he's never even touched Kenma's switch before >:(

You also push Kenma to do better during practice and he starts to care more about volleyball, since you seem so enthusiastic about it.

Yamamoto isn't even subtle about his simping smh T-T unlike Kuroo, he shamelessly flirts with you, and can't wait to show you off to Tanaka and Noya at the next camp.

"we have such a gorgeous manager now, Nekoma is ThRiViNg" he says in his head with this ridiculous dopey ass smile on his face +_+

Since deep down inside, you're a huge baby, you, Lev, Shibayama, and Inuoka get along so well. They're just happy energetic kittens, and they make you feel so happy.

y'alls energy just match, yk?

Although Fukunaga is shy to tell jokes, he tells them to you, because he knows you'd never judge him, and you actually kinda enjoy laughing along :) he's so touched.

Momma Yaku!! Yaku always lends you his jacket and makes sure to carry snacks for you in his bag. He knows you care so much about the team that you often neglect your own health, which is why he's always there to make you're feeling healthy and good.

Kai and Teshiro help you with your homework and like talking about their favourite singers with you.

They're all just such amazing human beings who treat you so well, and you feel so blessed to be a part of their team. You adore them so much, and they adore you back tenfold.

*.` | Inarizaki

[Ari's note: Ello there luvs, you've made it to the bottom of this sweet hc post and just get ready for Inarizaki :( they're my favourite team of all time, and I'm just so biased, I'm sorry ;-;]

Inarizaki's entire team just adores you so much, they think you're the light of their lives.

They're all super touch starved babies, and once you realized that, you've made sure to ensure they never feel that way.

Aran is kinda like your protective senpai, and his heart flutters ever so slightly when you call him that senpai kink oops and give him headpats, and he loves patting your head in return.

The twins are so incredibly soft for you.

Their fangirls are sometimes pretty mean, but one glare from the duo is enough to shut them up.

Osamu cooks bentos for you and gives you the warmest hugs when you ask for them, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

Your hand is almost always in Atsumu's because he's so slick?? Like y'all, this mf would be like "y/n-chan, my hand has been aching for a while now" and when you go to observe it, he just pulls your hand into his and pulls you to follow him.

His entire body heats up when you kiss his cheek after a particularly good game, and his brain literally goes "grrrr empty", when he's usually so sly.

The twins are your bodyguards, they follow you everywhere and protect you all the time.

Enter Suna Rintaro, your meme king. He definitely records funny moments that happen during practice and send them to you, just to make you laugh, or memes of the members.

He also definitely takes pictures of you when you aren't noticing, simply because he likes the way your hair looked, or because you looked so beautiful.

Like the twins, his eyes widen whenever you kiss his cheek or ruffle his hair, and it's literally like suna.exc has stopped functioning.

Congrats manager-chan, you broke the kid -.-

Omimi might come across as stoic and cold but he's actually a huge softie, and you often give him positive affirmations.

He's also definitely a huge lover of your hugs, and looks forward to them as motivation to play well.

He'd never tell you though, he's shy™.

My baby Kita compliments you all the fricking time.

"y/n-chan, I mean this is the most sincere way, I think this hairstyle looks stunning on you"

Or "you're so capable and you work so hard, I'm so thankful to have you by my side"

And he has the most genuine expression on his face, his eyes are so earnest and shining so bright.

And when you smile at him, he's like oh shit I made her smile, depression whom? I only know serotonin.

Ginjima is usually rash but with you, he takes his time and weighs everything he says.

He doesn't wanna accidentally hurt you and regret it since he was being careless and not thinking at all.

You calm him down when he's getting too hotheaded with gentle words and he's suddenly a blushing mess.

Unlike some of the other teams that tease you a bunch, Inarizaki treats you so gently. Their little princess, as they think of you.

So mf-ing protective, like if someone looks at you wrong, you can totally bet Atsumu's going for their ankles, sangwoo style, or Osamu is trash talking them to their knees.

Would drop anything and everything to help you if ever needed.

They think you're they're entire world because you go above and beyond for them, and they genuinely love you. Like actually LOVE you to bits and pieces.

—*.`

[Ari's note: AHHH so the manager fic is done this was literally such a joy to write!! I hope you enjoyed it

Big big hugs <3 have a beautiful day, luvs!!]

[sonicasura]

I had a dream one night. It was a battle between a Pokemon Trainer and her partner Chomp the Snorlax against...

Jotaro Kujo and Star Platinum.

Yes. These two. How does it turn out? Read down below.

Mitsuru was called many things in her life. Queen of Contest Battles, Snorlax Lover, Toxic Freak and such. Yet, in her life, she was never called a Stand User. The young 17 year old Pokemon Trainer had found herself in some strange place called Singapore and noticed the large absence of Pokemon, creatures of her world. She also kept getting uncomfortable looks by the people staring at her hair and outfit.

She was born with purple hair with a large flare like white splotch at the front almost like a Toxel's. Her clothes were more punk with a black cassock with spike like rimmings, a yellow vest like drape over it with a thunderbolt pattern, a Snorlax hat  that the blue of it was dyed purple and a necklace holding a blue and yellow X ball that to many unaware was a Quick Ball.

This type of item or Pokeball held one of her aces when it came to Pokemon Battles but also her childhood friend. Deciding to explore the peculiar town, she ran into a creepy man called Rubber Soul. It was a very odd name and the guy gave her a very bad vibe. She told him to leave her alone since he had been following her for less than an hour. Next thing she knew, the creep attacked her with some kind of yellow slime he called 'Yellow Temperance'.

Luckily he chose to attack her in a wide empty space so it didn't draw much attention to send the asshole flying with her partner, Chomp the Snorlax. Snorlax were very large bear like Pokemon easily recognized by their blue fur and light peach face and underbelly along with stubby feet and cat like ears. Mitsuru had grew up with Chomp in her home of Galar so the 18 ft tall Pokemon was a powerhouse. Yeah, he was way bigger than the average Snorlax.

Rubber Soul had a look of pure horror seeing Chomp before he was sent flying with a Giga Impact straight into the bay. This was how she found herself in her current predicament. The 17 year old girl looked at her large partner who seemed happy with himself. "Good job sending that creep flying Chomp. I didn't know what the yellow slime was but I'm just glad your ok." Mitsuru said looking at her partner. "Snorlax." Chomp answered happily.

"No way, another Stand User?!" Mitsuru turned to see a group of men run into the empty space where she and her partner stood. An old man dressed like Indiana Jones, a guy in green with a large noodle curl, a man with a tower of white hair on his head and broken heart earrings, a dark skinned man with his hair in top knots but the punk guy got her interest.

He was tall around 6'5, buff as all hell and a nice ass to boot, ocean blue eyes clear as the waters of Lake Axewell, curly dark hair under a black hat topped with gold pins, an open black coat pierced with a gold chain by the collar showing a grass green shirt tight on his chest, two colored belts with one orange and the other blue, expensive black slacks and boots. "What's going on Chomp?" Mitsuru asked only for the Snorlax to shrug.

"That's a big fella right there! Bet he could flatten a truck like a pancake." The guy with pole hair shouted. "Do you need something? If not, Chomp and I will be going." Mitsuru said getting ready to walk away with her partner. "Where do you think your going?" She turned to face the delinquent who asked. "What's with the attitude? You guys are looking at me like I'm public enemy number 1! And I don't even know you." Mitsuru asked clearly getting aggravated.

"You're a Stand User. That fact alone means we can't leave you alone. You could be working for Dio for all we know. Dumb bitch." The delinquent said earning a glare from Chomp. Mitsuru however look triggered with her face red with pure rage. "Excuse me?! Dumb bitch?! Do you want to fight asshole?! You just earned yourself a battle!" Mitsuru roared as Chomp couldn't help but agree.

"Snorlax!" Chomp roared glaring down at the teen. "Old man and the three stooges go to the sidelines. Unless you want to accidentally get caught in the crossfire. It's a one on one battle. As for you Bitchboy, what's your name? Challengers must always give their name to the opponent." Mitsuru said as the 4 men didn't hesitate to get out of her line of fire. The teen looked a bit taken aback by her attitude but merely hid it.

"It's Jotaro Kujo." Suddenly a large buff purple warrior with flowing black hair, gold shoulder pads, black fingerless gloves, capped chim, knee high boots, loincloth and bright ocean blue eyes emerged from the male's body. "And this is my Stand, Star Platinum." Jotaro spoke as Star let out a loud battle cry that sounded like he was shouting 'Ora'. "Mitsuru Toxele and this is my partner Chomp, a Snorlax. I don't know what the hell is a Stand or Stand User but don't think for a second I'm backing down!" Mitsuru shouted as Chomp let out his own battle cry.

"Guy in green. You can start the battle." Mitsuru said as the guy in green or Kakyoin nodded reluctantly. "Let the battle begin!" Kakyoin called although sounding a bit confused. Star Platinum shot forward at Chomp baring a fist for an attack. "Chomp! Block it then counter with Brick Break!" Mitsuru called the Snorlax held his ground arms held up as a shield. Star Platinum let out a barrage of high speed punches shouting ora with every attack.

Despite blocking Chomp definitely felt the powerful hits but didn't back down. His right arm like paw glowed white before slapping Star across the face. Jotaro's face also turned like he got slapped too. 'What the hell? I felt Star's jaw breaking yet mine didn't. I still feel a lot of pain but not as much as I should be.' Jotaro thought as Star skidded across the ground. The Stand got up and fixed its jaw before looking back at Chomp.

Chomp's arms were lightly scratched and with few small bruises. "Holy hell! He took an onslaught of Star Platinum's punches and doesn't look that much bothered! Then that glowing fist looked really painful!" Pole hair or Polnareff called out. "Our turn! Use Gyro Ball!" That got heads turning as Chomp spun on his foot like ballerina before rotating so fast he became a giant ball shaped twister while silver light spun around him.

Star was too confused at the bad logic of the move to avoid Chomp as the Snorlax slammed into him like a heavy metal beyblade. The result? Star Platinum was sent flying into the wooden fence while Jotaro got the air knocked out of him. 'Fuck! That was much stronger than that last attack! Yet, I'm not getting any one of Star's injuries. Is it because her Chomp, this Snorlax isn't a Stand?' Jotaro thought to himself.

He could clearly see that Mitsuru and Chomp were fighting in sync. Almost like that of a Stand and their user but all of her commands had been all vocal. Not mental like how Stands mainly operate. Star Platinum pulled himself from the hole he made and rushed forward at Chomp once more. The Snorlax couldn't block fast enough earning a powerful blow to the head and upper chest. "Chomp!" Mitsuru called out as the Snorlax skidded across the ground but still remained on his feet.

He rubbed his cheek as if imitating wiping blood off his mouth before giving Star an impressed smirk. Chomp definitely was going to have a few bruises but clearly looked happy taking some serious damage. It was understandable for the Snorlax's case since in every battle he fought until now, no physical move barely scratched him. To get this much injuries despite how little it was got the Snorlax all pumped up. "Snorlax!" Chomp roared out.

"You seem to be quite pumped! This battle clearly got you all fired up huh bud? Then let's take it up a notch! Giga Impact!" Mitsuru called out. Chomp suddenly charged at Star Platinum with speed of a rampaging bull as a purple blazing aura and orange light spiralled around the Pokemon. "He's like a giant elephant amongst a large stampede! Get out of the way Jojo!" The top knot haired man or Avdol called out.

Star Platinum attempted to grab Chomp and try to stop his charge but the Snorlax easily overpowered the Stand sending it flying into the air. "Time for you to get a taste of our finisher!" Mitsuru called out revealing a white bracelet that held a blue gemstone with a pawprint on it. "What's that? Some sort of bracelet?" The old man or Joseph asked. "Prepare to get a taste of our Z-Move!" Mitsuru shouted as her and Chomp began to move in sync. "Z-Move??!" All 5 called out at the same time.

They moved their arms to have it make a upward slanted line before moving the upper elbows across forming a Z. Chomp's closed eyes flashed demonically as all 5 men knew nothing good was going to come out of it. "Pulverizing Pancake!!" With those two words Chomp sped off towards Star Platinum faster than a bullet. "OH MY GOD!!! HE'S GOING EVEN FASTER THAN LAST TIME!" Joseph shouted in pure horror.

Mitsuru pointed up with both hands as Chomp leapt high into the air way higher than he should be able to from the guys' point of view. "Yare yare daze." Jotaro said as Chomp body slammed Star into the ground. The crash exploding out huge bursts of dust and dirt creating a large dust cloud. It cleared to reveal Jotaro lying on his back clearly shell shocked by the carnage or the fact his Stand just got fattened by a 200 ton Pokemon.

Chomp picked himself off the ground to reveal a cartoon style pancaked Star Platinum with spirals on his eyes signifying defeat. "Ora…" The poor Stand clearly going feel that in the morning. "That looks so painful! Star Platinum is practically flatter than a piece of paper right now!" Polnareff exclaimed looking at the poor Stand's state. "Luckily all that punishment didn't get reflected onto Jotaro. Apparently battling Mitsuru's Snorlax only made him feel Star Platinum's pain not actually taking it." Avdol deduced clearly intrigued by that fact.

Chomp picked up Star and shook him a bit unflattening the Stand while Mitsuru helped pick up Jotaro. "What do we learn about calling me a dumb bitch for no reason?" Mitsuru asked with a wicked glare in her eyes. "Yare yare daze. To...not do it." Jotaro muttered reluctantly. "Good! I eat this if I were you. You too as well Star and same for you Chomp." Mitsuru said before tossing a yellow almost pear like fruit to Jotaro, Star Platinum and Chomp.

Chomp ate it in one go as his energies faded causing Jotaro and Star to follow his lead. Both had shot up to their feet with a jolt before eating the rest of fast enough that the trainer thought they were going to choke. "Whoa! What kind of fruit is that to make someone like Jotaro eat it if it was his last meal?!" Joseph exclaimed as the other three looked equally both surprised and interested.

"It's a Sitrus Berry. Helps restore the eater's lost energy and heal a good chunk of their wounds. I keep tons of them on me since its Chomp's favorite fruit and in case of emergencies when I'm out of medical supplies." Mitsuru answered not making a big deal out of it. "Keep a bunch of healing berries in your bag? Who in the world even are you?" Kakyoin asked. 

"*sigh* My name is Mitsuru Toxele. I'm a Pokemon Trainer from Monostke City in the Galar Region. This is my partner and first Pokemon Chomp. People at home call me 'Just Desserts' because those who challenge me find out the hard way that they 'took a bite too much.' Guess you can say me and Chomp are out of this world." She said with a smile before high fiving her partner. 'A bite too much indeed.'

Yes. Snorlax can't learn Gyro Ball but this came from a dream of course. As a friend of mine quoted about Chomp: That's one deadly Snorlax.' Move Set is Brick Break, Body Slam(Pulverizing Pancake), Giga Impact and Gyro Ball. If Snorlax can learn Gyro Ball then he'll pretty much bench press the entire game! Have a good Thanksgiving guys!

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Untamed pt.2

Summery: Y/n works at Tom's Diner as a waitress, but what happens when one of her co workers saves her life.

A/n: Well I really have nothing to say but to enjoy this new chapter. It was really tough to write, but if there is any problems or concerns please, pretty please message me and i will do my best to fix it. BYE BYE BYE!!!

Warnings: Language 

Parings: Bucky x Y/n 

"Y/n it is 8! You are going to be late!"

"I'm going!" My day off went over my head fast that the sandman never arrived at my house. Honestly, i just spent them staring at the wrapped Adam presents that I got for him for Christmas. I can't return them, can i?

"Y/n!" My brother yelled at me and his Bigfoot feet stomped upstairs. He blew open my door and began pulling me out.

"Come On! I'm going to be late!"

"Shut up! " I take my arm out of his grasp and kiss my mother goodbye.

"Edward! Kiss your mother goodbye!" She yells.

Ed runs and gives her a quick kiss and runs out. The both of us sigh with the fact that he's going to come home intoxicated or high. And the thing that troubled me is that my mom is going to attend to his needs. I finally lost my last nerve and was ready to explode.

"You are a piece of shit" I muttered as I got in the car. He turned to look at me with serious look.

"Almost every fucking night you go out to get high or drunk!" I disclosed without hesitation.

"That is my business, not yours."

"It is my business."

"It's not"

"It is. Mom has been taking care of you every time you come home from your night out. You don't even help her or say ‘i appreciate you taking care of me’.  You just come home shit faced Ed and she sacrificed another night for you " I felt the tears coming, and I hated it. I hate that I cry every time I get all emotional. I fucking despise it!

"Just take me to Tom's. I'm going to be late." He might be the oldest one but he acts like child. The conversation never proceeded, and I am glad it didn't. I wouldn't be able to control my mouth if it did. I love him, but he has made many mistakes, a bit more than me. Every one makes mistakes, but Maybe, that is our thing, we both make mistakes for a living.

We arrive and I open to get out when he grabbed me into a bone crushing hug. As my anger took a hike, I was going to hug him back he pushed me out, closed the door and speed off. Oh God, please help him.

I take a few breathers and walk into the Diner taking off my coat and beanie. The Diner was practically empty. Which I didn't mind, at all! Less people to communicate with.

"Hey girl" I felt a light slap on my butt. Rosie.

"Hey craziness" I began cleaning the tables.

"Why you mad again?" She questioned while fixing he lipstick.

"I'm not mad."

"Your face is screwed up like you're mad."

"I'm perturbed, not mad" I put the rag down and looked at her. And she looked at me. Then it became a little staring contest. Which I guess that I won?

"You still look mad" she broke the stare and continues fixing her lips.

"Whatever"

"You wanna talk about it?" She put down her lipstick and took out her miniature hair spray. Where the fuck does she hide all of this?

"No. What's the point. I'm just going to become a crying mess like always and Tom is going to have to get all...Blagh and I don't want to deal with it today."

"All 'Blagh'?" She tried to hold back a laugh.

"You know what I mean!" I throw her the wet rag. That's when I notice that it began soaking her hair and face. I really didn't squeeze all of the water out, did i? I stealthily began to move to the back room to hide. A loud sigh and chuckle came out of her as she began looking for me. I try to hide in the spice closet which was next to the dish washer. Look, I'm a bit chunky so I can't hide in small places. Also, the lay out of the diner was peculiar. So...yeah.

"Where are you, you bitch?" She demanded.

"I just finished fixing my hair and lips! Then ya throw your filthy rag at me?" She got closer to the closet and I push myself farther away from the opening. My nerves are going silly, when Tom, ‘my savior’ called her. Thank you Tom! I wasn't going to get the end of it. I lean back and let the moment pass with a quiet laughter. Then my mind began to ramble on about Ed. No, no, no Y/n. You need to concentrate on work. And making Rosie go nuts with her hair. I laugh once more and slowly come out, when I get startled and scream. God it was the cleaning guy. I guess that I startled him that he jumped, but also winced. We both looked down and found a kitchen knife in his hand.

"Oh God!" I rush over and start to panic waving my hands in the air. He slowly takes out the knife and I began to lose it even more. I scramble to get the First Aid and bring him to the sink

"Come here" my voice quaked. I turn on the faucet and slowly take his hand under the water. I expected him to flinch but he didn't. I quickly glance at him and he gives me a small grin and it makes me calm down.

"I'm so sorry" I said while i was letting the water wipe away all of the blood. I slowly run my thumb over the wound to take away all of the dirt and a sticky substance was on his hands. It wasn't from here, it was like syrup or something.

"Luckily it wasn't a deep cut. You'll live, but if the bleeding doesn't stop ask Jim or Tom to take you to the hospital" God his hand is beautiful.

"Thank you" he whispers and it brought a small smile to my face.

"Anytime. I'm sorry again and I never caught your name. Tom Isn't really a good introduces." I asked while I drying his hand.

"Bucky. Bucky Barnes" he quickly said. I guess he doesn't like to talk. Keep it minimal Y/n. I grabbed the ointment and gently placed some on the wound. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

"Well Bucky, I was wondering what this syrup on your hands is?" I asked quietly. Could help yourself, huh? My nerves get to me and I become a chatter box or completely mute.

"Pine trees. I work where they sell pine trees for Christmas." I looked at him and he had the most angelic ocean blue eyes that I have ever seen. My face became heated and I looked for the bandage. Turning around looking for them like a lost child looking for its guardian. Where are they? I looked on the floor, sink, pocket and they just magically disappear. Where in the hell is it!? I just had it! This is so embarrassing, I just had it! After a few minutes of self-war his left hand came to view with the bandage. He seemed to read my mind or did he just hide them from me? I glanced at him and took them. That's when I notice his left hand had a glove on.

"What's with the glove?" I question and ended up regretting it. Shut up, pleeeeeeease. Why would you ask that!? Why? Why?! WHY?! look darlin he's cute and shit but-but- why?! Just w-

"I don't know, i just like it" he chuckled.

"You don't like them? The pine trees." He was now talking more which made me feel better.

"Oh I love them. You know you smell like a pine tree."

"You don't like the smell or?"

"I love the smell the most. I could just stick a star on your head by how heavenly you smell" YOU FUCKING CREEP. WHY? WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT? He just chuckled as I tormented myself.

"Do you have one?" I nodded and finally finished wrapping the bandage.

"Why?" He softly touched the bandage.

"We got this stupid artificial tree. Which I completely HATE. I just wish i could throw the fake away and bring back the real one." I said while putting away the first aid.

"Well, all done. Just make sure to check on it." I rub my hands together.

" We should head back to work" he says. I nod and go find Rosie or Caroline.

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Really Barnes?! We should head back to work?! You could have talked to her a bit more about- about- um- ab-about something. You just told her to piss off. I mentally battle myself and bang my hand on the counter making me hiss. 

“‘Bucky clean table 7!” Tom shouted. i grabbed the gray dish container and began heading out, when I see her talking to Rosie.

"Babe?" She hums.

"Why don't you go, give them a piece of your mind?"

"Me?" She had this annoyed look. I put the container on the next table and notice what Rosie was speaking of. Two guys at the cigarette machines kept of hitting and cursing at it, as it swallowed its change. I began cleaning as she came up and asked politely to quit hitting the machine.

"Is it your machine?" The taller one had a siut under his brown coat and short greasy hair. While the short one was bald and has some random jacket with a long sleeve shirt and jeans.

"As a matter of fact, it is. So would you please stop hitting it" her voice was stern as they kicked it one more.

"Is that so?" The short one said and she dangles the keys in front of her. She unlocks the door and pulls the lever to release the one that got stuck and hands it to them.

"This isn't the right one" the taller one says and began to hold in a laugh. I began to get angry.

"Which one?" Her jaw clenched.

"Marlboro" she takes out the package and hands it to them.

"Lights" she sighs and hands him another. I clenched my fist.

"Sorry, sweets menthol" her jaw clenched again and she takes the last package out and they gladly accept them. I feel and hear my arm began to shift and once more do Steve's exercise.

"Thanks" she closed the machine and gives Rosie the keys and the other packages.

"Bucky. What's a matter? Come on, I don't pay you to stand around." Tom clapped his hands infront of my face and I deep inside wanted to punch him. Hold it in Bucky. Just like Steve taught you. I close my eyes and began taking deep breaths.

When I open my eyes both of the guys are on the table next to me. Annoyed, I finish the table and move to the next.

"How may I help you?" Mary asked them.

"Yes. We would like Y/n to wait us" soon as I heard that I slammed my left hand on the table making a huge smack.

"Hey man, you okay over there?" I hear Jim ask. I nod my head and look at the table. Desultory I remove my hand and notice a dent in the table.

"What do you need?" Y/n mellifluous voice reeled me to her.

"How have you been Y/n" the short one asked untoward.

"Do I know you two?" She snapped.

"Don't you remember us? From Tiny Tess party? Halloween? You dressed up as a.....a....you know."

"An Superhero" she mumbled.

"Right a superhero. Well I am Shawn And this here is Howard" the short one introduced themselves.

"Well are you guys going to order or?" She asked impatiently.

"Just two burgers with a milkshake, darlin" he winked and she walked away. There eyes never left her and it bugged the hell out of me. So i followed their sight and they were looking at Y/n' s body. My hand clenched even more that I felt blood leak through.

"Bucky?" I turned to be faced with Y/n. My anger relaxed. How long have I been staring at them? I'm not blacking out again, am i?

"Your hand" she gently holds it and brings me to the nearest faucet. I take in all of her facial expressions, her peach scent, her big e/c eyes and her beautiful lips. She unwrapped the bandage and once again she gently holds it under the faucet.

"Be careful. It's not bleeding as much, so that's g-"

"Table three!" She huffed and looked at me.

"Duty calls. Rosie can you bandage him up. Please" Rosie comes and Y/n washes her hands to go get the food.

"Bunch of jerks, huh" Rosie says. I grunt and look back at Y/n as she takes the food to them.

"She's a tough cookie. She can handle it." She finished the bandage and continues refilling the salt shakers. I still kept my eye on her. Just to be safe.

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"I'm going home" I told Rosie as I put on my coat and hat.

"Bye baby" Rosie dances over to me and I can't help but laugh.

"Come On girl. Sing with me before you leave" grabbing the bag out of my hands and began moving her hips.

"No" I laughed louder. Midi, Maxi& Efti- Bad bad boys began playing in the background.

"~Bad bad boys come with me, come with me~" she put her hands on my hips and violently moved them back and forth. Now I was crying because of my laughter. I swatted her hands away and grabbed my bag and left.

Looking at my watch it said 3 am. ~Ooohhh the haunting hour~ I laugh by myself. Ah man I'm so lame. I'm half ways my walk home when an old beat up car violently stops next to me. Frighten, i began to walk quicker. The car reverses and I finally see who it is. Those two jackasses from the diner. Fuck me.

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