#eventually I say as I plan each drabble slowly and painfully...God some of them need to be fixed and edited bdhddjdj

[maxellera]

There's an old saying that a third time's the charm. At least it's what Toji has heard. Being given another chance at life once more, his soul and body fully restored again; the man returns back to his old habits. Though lately, he's been crossing paths with a florist. On a small whim, he makes a bet with her; little did he know he would be in for the ride of his newfound given life. Or perhaps one of God's best jokes has gone on longer than it should...

Author's Note: Because I always feel inspired by @oreo-creampies and many other authors who write for JJK X reader, I decided to upload something of my own that I've only shared with a few close friends ✨️♥️ Its a collection of drabbles that l've made for a canonxoc couple ☺️ and I think you guys might enjoy it. Each drabble will be a reference to a plant, herb, or flower; I'll try to write in order of the events. But we may jump around in no particular pattern. Some of these may even be aus. Now, let's get started

Credits!!: all dividers were made by @adornedwithlight!!

✿ Pairing: Toji x oc

✿ warnings: Everything is 18+ and adult themes.

✿ synopsis: Indifference is the opposite of life and love, not death and hate. But the complete complacency that poisons all compassion and desire. He would have preferred to stay there for the rest of his life...but then he saw her.

▷ Candytuft: a European plant with small heads of white, pink, or purple flowers. Meaning: indifference.

The first and only time Toji ever felt fear was being thrown into that darken room in the Zen'in compound. The second time, he would only admit this to himself, is when his eyes open, slowly adjusting to the filtered light of the abandoned temple...Alive. He's alive again...

"-Aaaaaaaaand coming in third place is boat number 2!" A grumble of Japanese and the crinkle of paper being tossed. The stench of cigarette smoke, body odor, arousal, whiskey; delicious and enticing aromas for a normal, average man in a bar. It would have enticed him, too, minus the whiskey. And yet, the dark-haired man didn't find it as stimulating during his last two lives.

Then again, he doesn't really count his second revival as a "life"; he only recalled the small conversation he had with Megumi before stabbing himself in the head. Since he's been alive, his life has returned to his routine as it was in his first one; taking bounties, gambling, meanless sex that made him feel more used and hollow. Wandering from woman to woman...The same thing that's familiar to him.

Until he smelled her. Something foral, feminine, sweet, and warm; each time, he tried searching for the woman with the pretty scent. His thin brows furrowed down and moss eyes narrowed in mild agitation as he scanned the people in the bar...There she stood.

She wore a form-fitting outfit consisting of a cream-colored, off-the-shoulder sweater with long sleeves and a high-waisted, pale pink skirt that extends down to the ankles that were wrapped in pink silk and matching heels. Her sweater has a textured cable-knit pattern, and the skirt has a smooth appearance. Though the first two things that caught his attention: the long waves of chestnut hair that reached past her derriere and her loud and boisterous voice. Why someone like her was in a seedy place like this bar is beyond him (he was half tempted to assume she was there to find some fun) but seeing her play darts, pool, and cards; always laughing and cheering on the patrons who crowded around her.

It's then and only then did he finally get to see her face, his breath caught in his throat for a bit. Toji likened himself to have met many pretty faces and she was no different. Except for her eyes, a beautiful golden hazel color. Warm...inviting...compassionate...A flower within the bleak and cruel world. She cheers happily, her buxom body boucing for joy as she won another round of pool. Flashing a smile at the other man, she chuckles sweetly.

He pressed the cigarette to his lips, taking a slow inhale. Quite a loud and oblivious little thing she is, perhaps foolish. Scoffing lightly, he returns his gaze to the television. Ignoring when he senses another woman latch herself to him.

"Haha, that was so much fun!" Her voice has an accent, not American, it sounded...German? Probably. "Oh don't pout~ Next time, you can take me out on a date if you win. Danke, for the drinks though!" She gives the unfortunate man an airy kiss, beaming as she grabs her purse. Then her form moves with grace as she hurried her little self out the bar, heels click clacking as she escapes. Completely unware Toji's nonchalant gaze following her.

"Hey handsome~!" Hah...And here comes this cycle again...

"Hey doll."

He enjoys the routine. Nothing but good fun.

But lately, it just feels...

Empty.

And yet that small glimpse of the golden eyed woman...

He's smirking down at the other pretty lady who's blushing up at him.

Maybe next time I'll talk to her...

"Sonnenblume, I'm home~!" The buxom brunette enters her house, removing her heels and sliding her feet into the house slippers. Smiling until she sighs lightly. "Oh that's right, she's away-"

"I'm right here." The woman nearly jumps, whirling around to face her daughter, her head tilted up and hands on her hips as her foot taps. "I've told you not to do that! Seriously, how are you so quiet?"

The taller female chuckles lowly, her plush lips pulled into a smirk. "Entschuldigung, Mama. I can't help it." Finally the other woman stalks forward, towering over her mother. The brunette sighs, her smile returning.

"Whatever am I going to do with you?"

"Don't be like that."

"Then yoooou stop scaring me, I'm still young." Her daughter merely rolls her eyes playfully. Then those glowing crimson eyes observe her mom, blue brows narrowing a little at the stench that clung to her. She refrains from saying anything. She knows that her mom can take care of herself.

For now. Until it's appropriate to ask.

Straightening up, she follows Cheryl into the kitchen, her own voluptuous form leaning against the counter. Lean, muscular arms crossed under her bosom as she watched her make some tea. "Are you sure you'll be fine alone? I can stick around longer..."

"Nein, nein," the brunette waves her hand, "Your education is important. So don't worry about me, ja? I'll be fine." Those ruby hues were turning glacial. "Sonnenblume, I'm meant what I said. Don't try to change my mind."

Her daughter merely huffs lightly. The head ultramarine blue looks away. "Fine. But...Just call or text me, I'll be there." Cheryl hums softly, lifting the cup to her lips and takes a sip. Its strange. Lately it feels like she's being watched but everytime she looked over her should for a bit, those honey hues found nothing. It only confused the woman more when she would return home from the bar.

Maybe, she takes another sip of her tea. Maybe I'm overthinking it. Ja! Oh, and I should try dating again instead of constantly flirting? But oh what if I get stood up again? Ah! Nein, nein, stay focused, Cher! Get your daughter through college first, then you can have your cake too.

Renewed and feeling more assured, the woman suggested that she and the bluenette head to the front room to watch a movie. Which her daughter didn't object to.

[sunyoonandstars]

Like A Million Galaxies || Jungkook Oneshot

This was inspired by one of the writing prompts you guys sent in earlier. It was originally meant to be a drabble, but, well ... I got a little carried away. Hope you like it. 🙃

Prompt  “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

Pairing  Jungkook x Reader

Word count 1.619

angst, fluff

„I’m distant? I’m cold? I don’t love you? What the hell, y/n? Where’s all that coming from all of a sudden?“

In shock, you stare at him, wide-eyed, Jungkook’s harsh words, shouted out in a blind rage in the boys’ empty dressing room, hitting you like a blow to the stomach. 

„All of a sudden?“, you echo, incredulous, your voice cracking. „Jungkook, I’ve been putting up with your behavior for weeks now. Quietly, never complaining. Because I figured you were busy and all. I didn’t wanna add to the burden you’re already carrying. But this — This is really too much. I think I should go.“

Unshed tears filling up your burning eyes, blurring your vision, you look at him one last time before you turn to go. 

„Yeah. That’s right. Just up and leave when things don’t go your way!“, you can hear Jungkook call after you when you’re already halfway down the hall, your strides long and angry, fists clenched, nails digging into your palms. 

„Just go! I don’t care! I’m fine without you! You hear me? I don’t need you!“

His words cut your heart like flying daggers as you pray to God that they’re just empty phrases born from fury. That he doesn’t actually mean them. 

Two weeks later … 

You barely manage to drag yourself out of bed. Every cell of your body seems to be working against you, dragging you down, turning every step, every breath you take into a struggle that’s almost unbearable. 

It has been like this ever since you lost Jungkook. 

Because, to you, it feels like you did. 

No word from him, not a single text, no calls. Not ever since your fight two weeks ago. 

Coming by the venue of the concert unannounced was a mistake. You see that now. But you had never planned for things to get out of hand like that. All you wanted was to see him. To make sure the man you love more than your own life was okay. That he was eating well. Being taken good care of. To check if it was still there. That glimmer in his deep brown eyes which used to illuminate them like a million galaxies burning up all at once whenever he looked at you. 

Instead, all those feelings you had bottled up over the course of weeks had erupted without warning, like an ancient volcano having been dormant for too many centuries. 

Jimin had contacted you that night, right after the concert, to assure you he was all right after fan videos had started popping up on social media platforms showing Jungkook collapsing on stage. 

„He’s better now, y/n. Don’t worry. We’re looking after him. Kookie’s gonna be fine.“

His words had given you peace of mind. But it had only lasted for so long. Soon, guilt got a hold of your aching heart. 

Was his breakdown your fault? Had you pushed Jungkook too far? Should you have seen the signs? Had you been too selfish, expecting something in return for what you had given him? 

Maybe Kookie is better off without you, after all, you think to yourself as you step into the shower, letting the hot water stream down your numb body and wash away the tears. Maybe you were never meant to be together in the first place. 

The minutes pass all too quickly as you let the warm water’s soothing embrace encompass your whole being and bemuse your senses before you, eventually, force yourself to turn it off and step out of the shower and back into reality. 

When you pick up your phone to check the time, you discover seven missed calls. By no other than Jeon Jungkook himself. Your jaw drops in astonishment, a soundless gasp leaving your parted lips as your heart stings at the mere sight of his name showing up on the bright screen, and the device almost slips from your shaking hand. 

Paralyzed by uncertainty, your thumb hovers over the touch screen, part of you wanting nothing more than to simply press the button and call him back, to hear Jungkook’s voice and what he has to say, while the other part is afraid. Scared of what he wants to tell you so desperately. That your relationship is indeed over and done with. 

Before you get a chance to make up your mind, though, the sound of your studio apartment’s door clicking shut calls for your attention. Quickly, your heart racing, you change from your towel dress into the clothes you had ready and open the bathroom door only wide enough so you can peak outside, careful not to create any kind of noise so as not to alert the intruder. 

What you see comes as a surprise. 

„Kookie!“, you exclaim in a mixture of horror and relief. 

His round chocolate eyes wide, he simply stares right back at you, standing there, in the middle of your hallway, motionless, frozen in mid-step. 

„What the hell are you doing here!? You scared me half to death! I thought you were some kind of burglar. Houses around are being robbed recently, you know“, you blurt out, clutching your chest inside which your heart is still pounding heavily, your lips stretching into a smile. 

Before you remember. 

That you no longer should rejoice at the sight of him. Instantly, the pain bubbles up again as your gaze gets caught up on Jungkook’s painfully beautiful features. Those rosy lips you had gotten so accustomed to feeling pressed against yours. That nose of his he used to playfully rub on your neck before covering it with kisses. Those bright, deep brown eyes of which even the stars were so envious that they felt the need to make them their home. 

„I’m sorry“, you can barely hear him whisper from where you’re standing. 

Still, Jungkook doesn’t move an inch. His limbs remain still, his glance locked with yours. 

„I’m so sorry, y/n.“ 

His soft voice breaks when it calls out your name. The choked sound stings your heart and leads your eyes to well up again, just when you had started to believe that no tears were left in you to cry. 

Almost automatically, all by themselves, your feet start moving towards his shrunken figure. Now, as you take a closer look, Jungkook seems to have lost weight. The sight of his sunken cheeks and red-rimmed eyes is almost too much to take. 

„I’m so sorry for snapping at you like that, for what I said. That I’m fine without you. Because that was clearly a lie. I just — I knew you were right. I — I“, he stammers, averting his face now to hide the single tear that’s making its way down his pale cheek. 

„I knew I wasn’t being there for you lately, that I shut you out“, he continues, fists clenched. „But I just felt so trapped in myself and I didn’t know what to do because I realized I do need you. A lot. And it’s scary and I — I didn’t know how to handle it, and I just — I just —“

„It’s okay, Kookie“, you cut him off mid-sentence, cupping his face with both your hands, gently forcing him to look you in the eye again. „Do you hear me? It’s okay. Everything is fine as long as you are. As long as you know you’re loved. And deserve to be loved. Because you deserve the fucking world, Jeon Jungkook. What happened two weeks ago wasn’t entirely your fault, either. I shouldn’t have gone there in the middle of your concert. I shouldn’t have brought those issues up at what clearly was the wrong time. So, I’m sorry, too. All right? I’m so, so sorry. And I love you, Jungkook. I should have been more patient with you.“ 

Grateful incredulity showing in his wide-eyed gaze, Jungkook merely pulls you close without another word. 

The familiarity of his arms wrapped around you, his face nestling into the crook of your neck, the smell of his hair and his hot breath tingling on your skin hit you like a wave, sending a warm shiver down your spine. 

„I missed this. I missed you“, you whisper into the fabric of his black hoodie jacket. 

„I missed you, too. Like crazy“, he sniffles, his embrace tightening, making it hard for you to breathe in the best way imaginable. 

„I was an idiot. I should have called you, at least. Apologized. I just — I was so scared you wouldn’t accept my apology, that you wouldn’t take me back. Because, let’s be honest, I was being an asshole. And you don’t deserve being treated like that, y/n.“

„It’s okay, now. We can’t change what happened. So, let’s not dwell on the past, okay?“

Jungkook only nods in response, his soft hair tickling your nose. 

For a few minutes, you remain like this, wrapped around each other, relishing the comfort and closeness of the other, until you eventually, gently, free yourself from Jungkook’s hug to bring just enough distance between the two of you that you can get a good look at his beautiful face when you speak up again. 

„And now“, you softly say. „Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now. Okay? Can you do that for me?“

Before you even get to finish your last sentence, you can watch Jungkook’s gorgeous features brighten up and a smile tug at his lips, soon reaching his eyes as well. 

„There they are again“, you mumble, your glance getting lost in his. „The stars.“ 

„They’re only there for you, you know“, Jungkook cheekily grins before he, ever so slowly, lowers his lips onto yours to meet them in the tender kiss your soul had craved for weeks. 

THE END 

I really hope you liked it, and that it wasn’t too cheesy. 🙈☺️

Anyway. Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it so far and this chapter didn’t disappoint. 😌 

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