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floraesky-a · 1 year
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Inbox call!
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wow-cool-robot · 1 year
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Episode 10: Reunion
are we going to see more amuro in this one?
emma: you should get used to the military, or else you'll get the shit beat out of you again kamille: you understand this isn't a compelling pitch, right?
you're barely even military, you're all ex-military terrorists rn! you're casual about everything else, be chill about this as well
ah, so the zeta gundam's big thing is that it transforms. and it can do atmospheric reentry because of it. very toyetic
emma saying all the things quattro said at the meeting while he recites the party line is very funny
quattro is the most 80s looking motherfucker i've ever seen
lmao the location of the hijacked ship is "a military secret"
the marasai looks like the halfway point between char's zaku and the sazabi. i like it a lot
quattro is ice cold, as always
lot of action here, pretty good. this show is really managing to differentiate kamille from amuro while still showing him to be incredibly skilled. kamille is going up against skilled pilots from the outset, so he only has a handful of kills, but him managing to outmaneuver them shows a lot of talent, while amuro was going against people completely unprepared for the gundam, so he was slaughtering them by the truckload to start until they got used to him. minor stuff, but i think it's neat and it really shows that the world is in a different place now than during the one year war
i love the way the mobile suits are drawn in this show
when are people going to just be on board with him being a newtype?
oh, the reunion is with bright?
that is a big gun
what's the mobile armor doing?
that's fa, is bright carrying refugees from green noa?
quattro doesn't know who bright is?
bright: i seem to remember you gunning down civilians fleeing from my ship during a battle quattro: that must have been some other guy. but i'm sure that guy was cool and handsome. and was probably doing that for a good reason
and here's the reunion, because quattro and bright never met
guess her parents are out of the picture, which gives kamille a new goal? or just motivation? idk
not much to say here, episode was mostly action
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Zelda & Zach
ihatemyguts: Good thing you told me how bubble boy posi Robyn’s ‘rents are
ihatemyguts: ‘cos that felt like such a brush-off
ihatemyguts: I feel kinda bad, it’s low-key just upset her with no shopping trip pay-off 😬
inandout: your first date was today
inandout: the insane jealousy must have forced me to forget
ihatemyguts: Obviously
ihatemyguts: moping and staring out of open windows would be bad for your health
ihatemyguts: probably
ihatemyguts: can’t have that
inandout: mope hard enough and fling myself all over the house, they’ll call it exercise
ihatemyguts: I’d let Rob know but her parents would probably sue me
ihatemyguts: I did some research
ihatemyguts: and yeah, flare-ups fucking suck, but if she was struggling that bad rn she’d be in hospital getting her 💉 on
ihatemyguts: makes me ⁉️ if the meetup will happen
inandout: makes me wonder if her brothers are allowed out
inandout: if they are maybe they can help us smuggle her to the meetup
ihatemyguts: not just a pretty face
ihatemyguts: that’s a damn good idea
ihatemyguts: I can slide in their DMs
inandout: Cranking up the jealousy metre to give me a full work out, I see, are you gonna be a PE teacher when you grow up?
ihatemyguts: *prays they aren’t like 12*
ihatemyguts: imagine if that was my life’s ambition
ihatemyguts: wear unflattering sportswear and give kids complexes
ihatemyguts: even without the potential life-shortening illness, I’d reconsider that
inandout: it tracks that you’d wanna make them 💩 and bringing back the bleep test could work
ihatemyguts: okay I’m not 🦹‍♀️ or 🐯 levels of sweet but is that what you really think of me? 😏
inandout: I think there’s only one rebel teacher coming to mind and I haven’t watched that film so all I know is they stand on desks
inandout: probably not a perfect fit for you
ihatemyguts: I could force you to watch it for our first date
ihatemyguts: and ask you, what your dream job would be
inandout: Netflix and chill or cinema screening of the ‘classics’?
inandout: we could do a drive-thru
ihatemyguts: hmm 🤔
ihatemyguts: there are pluses to ‘em all
ihatemyguts: cinema, we could laugh at all the snobs and 🤓s
inandout: Cool, reach out to me with the time + date when it’s showing
inandout: Are you allowed 🍿?
ihatemyguts: oh hell no
ihatemyguts: have to find another way to hold my hand
inandout: 🦸‍♀️ said she was gonna look up ice breakers and stuff, hopefully it was a fruitful search and she won’t mind sharing the info
ihatemyguts: do you think she legit didn’t realize how thirsty that boy was for her
ihatemyguts: or is it all uwu coy-ness
inandout: It’s hard to tell
inandout: but if I remember my glasses I’ll do my best to decode her body language from 6 ft away
ihatemyguts: aside from hospital, have you ever met someone else with cf?
inandout: Nope
inandout: jokes aside, it really is discouraged
ihatemyguts: that’s a hard one to get your head around
ihatemyguts: far as adjustments go
inandout: getting Robbie at this meetup won’t be easy
inandout: separate ones mean we might not have her there
ihatemyguts: I reckon we can trust you and Kara to keep the teen love story fictional
ihatemyguts: for all our sake’s
inandout: She’ll get her man
inandout: it’s not like bad advice and dating pitfalls are just a click away
ihatemyguts: cosmos never steered ANYONE wrong
inandout: Yahoo answers neither
ihatemyguts: might be confused as to why they’re not related
inandout: [I like to think he’s just sending his fave yahoo answer answers now for the lols]
ihatemyguts: [meme back and forth lads]
ihatemyguts: if she gets her date we could go into the matchmaker business
ihatemyguts: start at home
ihatemyguts: 🤖 don’t last forever
inandout: Rob’ll need to be next or she won’t forgive us
inandout: and we’ll soon get tired/guilty of seeing the amount of 😿💔 spam the chat
ihatemyguts: we’ll have to liberate her first
ihatemyguts: in a literal way
ihatemyguts: not the pretentious, free your 🧠 type of vibe
inandout: Kidnap’s playing into her parents’ fears but we don’t have a better option
ihatemyguts: now it’s my turn for a potential 💡
ihatemyguts: what if that is exactly what she should do
inandout: jump scare them?
ihatemyguts: if she did some actual wild shit to show them they’re being suffocating, ‘scuse the mention, then they’ll have to compromise and let her do normal kid things and everyone will win
ihatemyguts: I realize getting her to wild out might be a problem
ihatemyguts: catfish it though?
inandout: 💡⭐️
inandout: getting her to agree to do it for real would take longer than we have but you’re right, faking it wouldn’t take any time at all
ihatemyguts: get Lauren to picture whatever the hell she’s up to
ihatemyguts: sorted
inandout: + there’s your next photo challenge ready to be accepted, dressing as if you were going on a date with 👵🌈✨ instead
ihatemyguts: hold my neon
ihatemyguts: and think, do we clue Rob in on this plan now or do it on her behalf first, ‘cos we could hit up her house phone with some madness to get ‘em sus now and when she’s like wuuuuut it’ll sound even more
ihatemyguts: or is that a bit evil genius instead of 🦹‍♀️
inandout: Does she even have a house phone? We don’t
inandout: you’ll have to find another way to trick my parents into believing I’m a badass
ihatemyguts: I bet they do
ihatemyguts: can’t trust a mobile
ihatemyguts: and I bet they don’t have a microwave, they’re that sort
ihatemyguts: obvs I’ll just direct them to Lauren on your friends list with a 🤔
inandout: We should probably warn her, in case she takes it the wrong way
inandout: or decides to stand up to them for her YA movie moment
ihatemyguts: yeah, you’re right
ihatemyguts: if she doesn’t go for it, her brothers might be of use still
ihatemyguts: have to focus my evil energy elsewhere
ihatemyguts: such as…
ihatemyguts: 🥁
ihatemyguts: [one of the crazier lewks from babyteeth for the photo challenge]
inandout: 🤞🏻 one of them is old enough to drive the people carrier
inandout: Uhh… that was a suspiciously fast transformation
ihatemyguts: didn’t know you was challenging a pro?
ihatemyguts: and someone with a lot of time on her hands
inandout: I do now
inandout: and I’m guessing it’s not every day you get stood up based on what else I know about you
ihatemyguts: it’s a first
ihatemyguts: not that I constantly ask people out
ihatemyguts: but that is what I’ve put across so fair enough
ihatemyguts: what am I interrupting for you?
inandout: I’m waiting on friends
inandout: this could end in both of us being stood up
ihatemyguts: am I a drag you down with me type?
ihatemyguts: hmm
ihatemyguts: nah, I’ll cross my fingers that your friends aren’t flaky
inandout: Late, but I’d be too if it wasn’t my house
inandout: What are you gonna do now shopping’s off?
ihatemyguts: life is one big photo challenge, right
ihatemyguts: yours is ‘whatever will make your friends double-take when they open the door’
ihatemyguts: it’s a good question
ihatemyguts: we’re going to virtual shop tomorrow but she wasn’t up for it today
inandout: Wait for it and their faces
inandout: + you’re virtually invited to watch movies and play games, you won’t be the only one who isn’t here in person
ihatemyguts: 👍
ihatemyguts: cool
ihatemyguts: meeting new people is my new thing, as long as your mates are down/not the level of nerd that they might get a nosebleed if a girl is about
inandout: Some of them are girls if that helps
inandout: and my brother won’t be there to bring down the cool
ihatemyguts: low-key a shame
ihatemyguts: have to meet him before the first date though
inandout: I’ve got a father you can ask for permission if you’re feeling old-fashioned
ihatemyguts: full set
ihatemyguts: fun
ihatemyguts: mines in scotland so we’ll let you off that trek
inandout: But a road trip is a coming of age movie staple! 😫 Has Netflix aired any YA without one + are you willing to take that risk?
inandout: mine’s a workaholic but we’ve got years to catch him
ihatemyguts: forget the meds, see who gets fucked up first
ihatemyguts: it’d be a journey, for sure
ihatemyguts: do you know what he does? ‘cos so’s mine and I couldn’t tell you, tbh
inandout: Or mix them up and see what happens when you take the ones for my 💩
inandout: He’s a sales manager, he says, but why so vague?
ihatemyguts: sounds like something they’d do at cool parties
ihatemyguts: and that sounds suspish
ihatemyguts: they should have this 🤓 but with a moustache instead of the buckteeth
ihatemyguts: dads are elusive creatures… conspiracy time, what are they all up to
inandout: Not sure that’s the topic Rich has been watching vids on but I’ll ask
ihatemyguts: he can always tactfully ignore you if he’s 😳
ihatemyguts: like he does with 👵🌈✨ when she’s extra
ihatemyguts: more than usual
inandout: Be harder to do that in person
ihatemyguts: I think everyone will still get on
ihatemyguts: unless fibrofog shows, then that’ll be teen show worthy drama, of course
inandout: I think he’s genuinely blocked, he’d need a 2nd account to find out about it
ihatemyguts: hope he’s seen catfish too
inandout: He’d be a fan of the one where the man refused to believe it wasn’t Katy Perry
ihatemyguts: it does seem like the sort of thing she’d do
ihatemyguts: poor bastard
inandout: 😂
ihatemyguts: ultimate photo challenge, catfishing everyone and then going for the ruveal
ihatemyguts: might need more than just a wig 🤔😏
inandout: Dressing like her would make my friends do a double-take
inandout: [pics of some of her outrageous lewks with his head put on]
ihatemyguts: 😂😂😂
ihatemyguts: you suit the 🍦🧁🍭🍩✨
inandout: We’ve probably got a can of squirty cream lying around for hot chocolate
ihatemyguts: inhaler but make it ~sExxxIii~
inandout: [a lil video of his failed attempt to re-create that in her insta DMs or wherever because idk if they can send stuff like that here]
ihatemyguts: Katy dat you 😍😍
inandout: I’ve agreed to only string you along for 4 years not 6 and I don’t have any savings to spend 25% of on a 💍
inandout: looks like the comparison starts and stops with our black curls
ihatemyguts: not much of an orlando bloom clone myself so it’s alright
ihatemyguts: pirate is always an excellent disabled-friendly costume though so add that to the ideas board we should start
inandout: If we decide the next meetup is fancy dress, Lauren will never go back home
ihatemyguts: that’s the mood
inandout: [sends her whatever he did for the photo challenge and his friends reaction to it because why not say they’ve arrived and there’s a similar feral mood here]
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vergilboyfriend · 4 years
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You should do all of them questions and 90 is true
I love you!!!!
1. Favorite instrument?
I work at a music store u can’t just ask me this. When my coworkers play it’s the saxophone or the flute, when the boys in the repair shop are testing repairs and they harmonize with each other or try to outplay one another it’s the bassoon or the trombone or whatever they’re fixing at the moment. When I hear 🎺 give his lesson on Wednesday afternoons it’s the trumpet, and when I think about middle school it’s the clarinet, the flute, the French horn. When I hear the nutcracker pas des deux is the oboe and when I hear edith piaf l’accordeoniste it’s the remarkable human voice. Really my favorite instrument is all of them, it just depends.
2. Favorite fic trope? Mutual pining 🥺
3. Sport you played for the longest amount of time? LMAO I wasn’t a sporty kid but I did ballet
4. Shoe size? 10-11
5. Most recent (good) dream? Uhh I had a dream last night about my coworker 🎹 it wasn’t bad though I can’t really remember what it was about
6. Last person in your DMs? smugg
7. Can you do a handstand? Nooo nooo lmaoo nooooo
8. Unpopular food opinion I don’t like oranges or red meat
9. Conspiracy you believe in? There’s some kind of weird weather dome in my hometown around the military base that makes most storms pass around us
10. Is your hair its natural color/style? Most of it is I dyed the bottom layer of my hair tho so it’s blonde rn
11. state a useless fact all that’s coming to mind is outright lies rn hold on. The inventor of pringles is buried in a pringles can that’s so fucking nasty omg
12. most interesting gossip you’ve heard? Idk I don’t really care for gossip uhhhh have u heard tho rin dippindogs is a huge gay hah she uhh she like men AND women lmao gaaay gaaaay
13. Middle name? Carolyn
14. Sexuality? Bisexual
15. Amount of sleep you got last night? Idk actually I think like 9-10 hrs tho I slept in until 11
16. Opinion on ice cream cake? Tasty!!!
17. Opinion on (cup)cake frosting? It’s depends buttercream is usually too sweet for me in large amounts so I prefer whipped cream frosting
18. Last board game you played? Idk??? We played hunt a killer tho last Thursday me n my family I guess that counts kinda
19. Project you want to start? I need ideas first baby
20. Project you’re working on right now? HAHAHAHAHAHA
21. TV show you’re watching? nothing rn I just rewatch bojack a lot if I watch anything
22. Last movie you watched? Lego batman I think
23. Ever left anon hate? Not legit hate
24. Ever left anon love? Yes all the time. Sometimes to strangers it’s my favorite thing to do
25. Best Disney movie? The princess and the frog
26. Best Pixar movie? Soul or Up I can’t decide
27. Best Star Wars? Um. Empire strikes back
28. Last thing you consumed? Fuit gumy
29. NoTP? Idk I don’t really hate ships unless they’re gross like pedophilic gross
30. story behind your (nick)name? When I was a fetus my great grandfather had a dream that my name should be Carolyn Marie but my parents were huge dweebs so they named me Marina after the actress of Deanna Troi in Star Trek. Idk about my nickname ive just always been Rina/Rin as long as I can remember
31. ice cream order? Lately it’s lemon sorbetto I know it’s SO high in sugar but I love it
32. describe your blog in <5 words I love you
33. how many blogs do you follow? 436
34. Describe your voice it depends usually I sound like a sick child but my customer service voice is really pleasant
35. Describe your smile it’s cute :)
36. What is the place you live known for? LMAOOO LMAO we have a military base nearby and like. I could go on abt that one but also like. There’s a lot of gang violence and a lot of the other consequences of poverty. People from the cities around us see us as “””ghetto””” or violent but it’s just. It’s more than that it’s always more than that. And idk what else there’s nothing really particularly special about this town except that we’re all here and not anywhere else
37. What is the place you’re originally from known for? (if they’re different)
38. pronouns? she/any idc
39. Languages you speak? English
40. first friend you made through tumblr? Idk. I probably don’t talk to them anymore :(
41. Person on tumblr you know in real life? my brother
42. First dog breed you think of shih tzu I have 2 next to me rn
43. room wall color? Purble!!!! The paint color is called grape juice that’s why I picked it!!!
44. Song that’s stuck in your head right now? It’s tricky to rock a rhyme to rock a rhyme that’s right on time it’s trickyyyyy
45. Favorite number? 5, 34
46. Color you associate with your name? Red
47. Favorite jolly rancher flavor?watermelon
48. Pets? 2 dogs rocket and groot and 4 cats loki danni who r from the same litter and we raised from kittens, miss kitty who we adopted from a shelter after my boy blue moon passed away and ben (his real name is Kylo Ren thanks to my mom but I refuse to call him that) he is my little baby and he has 7 toes on his front paws
49. Collections? Hot wheels
50. Character outside of your fandom you’d marry? Girl what lmaooo idk
51. Character outside of your fandom you’d kill? That’s mean :(
52. Have you met any celebrities? NO thank god id have to kill on sight
53. Favorite time period in history? Itslian Renaissance & Romantic Era
54. What time is it right now? 2:35 am oops
55. History or future? Future but like . A good one. Or prehistory
56. Space or ocean? Space
57. Fears? Abandonment
58. Command + v and post. It’s this list of questions u don’t want that
59. Favorite season? Spring
60. Describe your aesthetic. Messy just a mess, neon and old buildings and things, antiques, countryside if there weren’t so many trump pence flags still lmaoo give uppp give up, nature just al of nature and space and places humans can’t touch and places they used to touch but can’t anymore
61. MBTI? Infp but I haven’t taken it in a few years
62. What’s your relationship with your family like? Normal.
63. “Biggest fan” in your tumblr activity? I’m in mobile hold on acc to tumblr it’s akky
64. Favorite musical? Sweeney todd
65. Comfort book? Idk how to read 💔💔💔 wuthering heights tho
66. Comfort movie? Whisper of the heart
67. OTP? Girl idk
68. BroTP? Joey and Tristan yugioh
69. AUs or canon compliant? Canon ig idk
70. Opinion on the person who’s sending the ask? It’s an anon!! But I love them
71. FMK + 3 characters anon didnt leave any characters and I was going to say something very bad but I won’t
72. Dream date? I’ve wanted to do this for a while but ideally it would be after we’d been together a while maybe even engaged or whatever, I wanna go to like a Home Depot or a furniture store and pretend to be married and looking for house paints and furniture and plan what our home is going to look like I wanna do that so bad. But idk for a first/early relationship date i really want to go to the zilker botanical garden it’s one of my favorite places, we could also go to the natural gardener which is a plant nursery in Austin I really love it there too and it’s not that far from zilker.
73. Relationship status? Single
74. Ever dyed your hair? Do you plan to? Yes and perhaps. Maybe
75. Dream job/career? Idk anymore I used to have big girl goals and I haven’t had any in a while. But when I was younger I wanted to be a game warden
76. Favorite band/singer? Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky
77. Something that makes you soft/that you find adorable? My cats
78. The first thing you would do if you won the lottery? Buy a house
79. Are you superstitious? Yes
80. Character you project onto? Shizuku tsukishima
81. Fictional character you’ve had a crush on? Vergil devil may cry. Forever husband
82. Celebrity crush? LMAO
83. Person on here you’d date? my mutuals
84. Person on here you’d marry? 🥺 my mutuals
85. Person on here you’d throw into the void? Smugg
86. Other social media you have? I’ve got a photography insta that I barely use and a Twitter that’s just nintendo switch screenies that’s it
87. Finish the sentence: Due to personal reasons, ___________i will be passing away
88. Bad habit? I find it rlly hard to say no or like to say when and why I’m upset I don’t feel like for the latter I don’t feel like I should bring something that’s upsetting me up because I know I’ll get over it on my own and I don’t really trust myself to be upset about rational things. Idk I’m working on it
89. Three things you like about yourself? I’m hot, I’m kind, I’m resilient
90. Ily and you deserve the world I love you!!!!! YOU deserve it too!!!
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angelteyam · 5 years
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Lie to Me (h.o.)
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Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader
Word Count: 1,382
Warnings: swearing (I think), angst, anxiety, anger, angst (but there’s softness at the end I swear)
Summary: You were a coward, so you ran. Now Harrison is the one left cleaning up your mess.
A/N: 4 out of 20!! If you haven’t caught on by now, I really can’t help ya 😂 love you all and thank you for reading!! (also apologies for the lack of a read more - I’m posting this on mobile rn and it sucks and it won’t let me add it 😭)
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At this point, Harrison just wishes he’d never even met you.
You’re far too hard for him to forget.
He sees you walking down the street one day, your new man’s hand held tightly in your own, and he feels like he could spontaneously combust and throw up all at once.
It’s too much.
He has to hold himself back from kicking down the clothing rack of the store he’s in, because you just look so happy. Like he never meant anything to you. Like you’re a brand new woman without him.
Like you’re better off without him.
It makes him sick thinking about how when you go home with the guy later, he’ll be the one taking off your dress instead of Harrison. He’ll be the one getting to love you, and he’ll be the one to not realize how good he has it until it’s too late and you’re leaving and he’s crying…
After all of this, Harrison’s still the one cleaning up the mess you left behind.
You broke him.
You smashed his heart to bits when you left, and what makes everything so much worse is that Harrison has no idea what he did wrong. No idea what he could’ve done to make you leave like that.
His feet carry him from the store and down the street towards home, and he just hopes you never saw him. He’s pissed, he’s destroyed, but he’s not the type to ruin your new happiness.
He’s better than that.
What he doesn’t know is that you did see him. Of course you did. You’d know those blue eyes anywhere.
Not a split second later, the prospect of new clothes long forgotten, you’re pulling your boyfriend by his hand and out of the shop, making a beeline directly for home. Harrison’s face is glued to the back of your mind—that beautiful face, those beautiful blue eyes—and you know immediately by the deep churning in your gut that you made a horrible mistake ever breaking up with him.
It sinks down on you like a storm cloud. You’d known Harrison for most of your life, and you’d finally gotten together almost a year ago. You know hurt him when you left. You know he would probably never forgive you, let alone your other friends, not to mention Tom.
But in the moment, all you knew was you had to get out of there.
You just...ran.
It was too much too fast, and you were falling harder for him than you ever had before. Sure, you’d crushed on him for years and pined over him, but this was actual love. You couldn’t breathe properly when he wasn’t around, and when he was, you still felt like all oxygen was stolen from your lungs.
You were a coward.
A bloody stupid coward, at that.
You’d only known Eli for maybe a few months now, but you knew immediately that he was gum on the sidewalk compared to Harrison.
Everyone was.
It doesn’t make you feel any better that the second you get home, you break yet another boy’s heart. But breaking up with Eli pales in comparison to the pain of losing Harrison. You can’t do it anymore.
You can’t live without him.
As soon as Eli is gone, his tail tucked between his legs, you hop on the bus to Harrison’s place. Your heart is caught in your throat the entire ride there, your hands nervously fidgeting in your lap as you watch buildings fly by, each one a step closer to your impending doom.
He’s going to say no. You know he’s going to say no.
Still, you hope for just one moment that he’ll lie to you. That he’ll say he loves you when you know he doesn’t anymore. That he’ll take you back for just one more second until you both realize that none of this is particularly healthy.
But you know that won’t happen.
You don’t stop on your way to his door - you can’t. If you stop, you’ll never talk to him, you’ll never be able to apologize. You’ll never right all the wrongs you created.
So you keep going. You tap lightly on the door, waiting with bated breath until it creaks open slowly.
It’s Tom who pulls the door open. His eyes shoot out wide when he sees it’s you, but then they soften knowingly.
“Hey, Y/N,” he whispers, standing by the open door.
“Hi,” you squeak, twiddling your thumbs. “Can I talk to him?”
“Yeah, sure,” Tom says, gesturing for you to enter the apartment. “He’s in his room.”
You feel Tom’s eyes glued to your back as you slip past him and down the hallway, Harrison’s bedroom door just a few feet away. You tap on the door with your knuckles, lightly, pressing the door open and stepping in.
Harrison turns from where he’s laying on his bed, and you realize with a shock that his eyes are pooling with tears.
Oh, Haz.
You immediately feel as if your drowning.
“What are you doing here?” He croaks, sitting up on the edge of his bed.
You don’t step forward. You’re frozen in the doorway, held back by an invisible glass wall blocking you from moving any closer to him.
“I, um...I b-broke up with him.”
He doesn’t respond. He just stays there, watching you.
“I didn’t...I, um. I want you, Haz. I love you.”
His eyes widen for just a moment, a blip in a wide expanse of time, and then they narrow.
“Then why did you leave?” He asks. His tone is ice, and you shrink in on yourself from the way he’s looking at you.
“I was scared, Haz,” you mutter, staring down at your shoes. “I was so scared. We were moving so fast, and I just felt...lost. I felt like I was falling and there was no one there to catch me.”
Harrison rises slowly from his bed, padding over to you inch by inch. His hand comes up to gently caress your cheek, and you clamp your eyes shut, hating the way you want to lean into his touch. The tears begin to free fall down your cheeks, and Harrison uses his thumb to swipe them away.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He whispers softly, his breath fanning gently over your face.
“I don’t know.”
“You’re supposed to talk to me about this stuff,” he says, chuckling lightly. “You know that, right?”
You nod, sniffling. “I know. I just...got so scared. I couldn’t do it anymore, I couldn’t fall that hard without...without someone.”
He understands now. As sure as you were that his intentions were good, you had always been guarded when it came to your heart, not to mention insecure. And now that he thinks about it, it really doesn’t surprise him that you reacted this way.
It only makes him love you more.
“Y/N,” he whispers softly, stroking away the last of your tears with his thumb, “I will always be there to catch you.”
You whimper, and your hands come up to clutch at his wrists, holding him right where he is. There’s no way in hell you’re letting him go this time.
He leans forward, and your breaths tangle in the air. His forehead presses to yours, and you tilt your chin up just slightly so your lips are impossibly close to his.
Time freezes as you stand there, wound up tightly in each other’s arms. Harrison finally closes the gap between you and presses his lips to yours. Deeply. Passionately.
You hear a click somewhere far off, and all the clocks in the world seem to start ticking again all at once.
You stay there, tangled in Harrison’s arms, your hands winding their way through his hair, down his back, up and across his chest as his own fingers dig into your waist. You barely breathe, all need for oxygen long gone as Harrison’s kiss gives you every bit of life you could ever need.
When he finally pulls away, his eyes are shining.
“I love you,” you whisper, your hand wrapping gently around his neck as he presses his forehead to yours.
“I love you too.”
This time, you know for a fact he isn’t lying.
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tonbanereblogs · 4 years
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@bardingbeedle tagged me in these 50 questions, WOW. I read theirs while typing out mines and it felt like a conversation, thanks for the entertainment :)
I'm tagging @panna-acida @gay-and-bitter @owmione @veryaveragejoe and @feministcriossant if you guys feel like it :). If not, dw!
WARNING it's long and can't add read more on mobile, sorry
What is the colour of your hairbrush?
I have a wooden one and a plastic grey one :)
Are you typically too warm or too cold?
Too warm but I never notice. It's always someone asking me how can I be in just a t-shirt haha
What were you doing 45 minutes ago?
Playing animal crossing while painting (if you play add me pls)
What is your favourite candy bar?
I'm bad at names but I like any bar that has caramel and chocolate.
Have you ever been to a professional sports event?
Yes, both my father and sister have been cyclists!
What is the last thing you said out loud?
Congrats to my dad, who is playing racing games rn.
What is your favourite ice cream?
Coconut ice cream, just had some for dessert!
What was the last thing you had to drink?
My forgotten, cold tea.
Do you like your wallet?
No, it's too thick to carry it in my jean's pockets and I don't like carrying a bag or smth
What was the last thing you ate?
Risotto and coconut ice cream hehe
Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?
How exactly
The last sporting event you watched?
My cousin's basketball game like ages ago
What is your favourite flavour of popcorn?
I'm.... Disgusted by artificial flavours, I like normal popcorn
Who is the last person you sent a text message to?
Someone in my animal crossing server lmao
Ever go camping?
Once and it wasn't even the full experience. I want to go :(
Do you take vitamins?
Nope
Do you go to church every Sunday?
Every religious relative's communion so like five years ago.
Do you have a tan?
Not atm with being locked up and all that
Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?
It depends, but I'd choose Chinese because I eat it way less often.
Do you drink your soda with a straw?
I only use my straw when I make strawberry milkshakes :3
What colour socks do you usually wear?
All colours. Right now green with hamburger pattern
Do you ever drive above the speed limit?
I don't even drive :(
What terrifies you?
Watching psychological torture/rape movies. It makes me feel traumatised, like pretending to be normal but shifting, scratching, wanting to throw up... Heh
Look to your left, what do you see?
My grandma's hand sewn drawing (?) Of a cat and puppy cuddling, it says "love will keep us warm"
What chore do you hate?
Making the bed. I move so much at night that it's not even worth it.
What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?
I think "hm, I don't deserve my C2 English certificate"
What’s your favourite soda?
Lemon flavoured and watered down, because soda has too much sugar for me
Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thrus?
I've never used a drive-thru, I think they're not part of my area's culture
Who’s the last person you talked to?
Again? My dad / texted my ac discord
Favourite cut of beef?
I don't know?
Last song you listened to?
KK Bossa from animal crossing (because I'm playing rn) if you mean "real" music, it's *opens Spotify* I don't love you by mcr... What the Fuck when?
Last book you read?
I've been reading about the Cambrian period (first creatures out of the water, my jam)
Favourite day of the week?
In lockdown week days don't exist
Can you say the alphabet backwards?
I can say the notes backwards but it's lame to type it out... I'm gonna anyway
Do re mi fa sol la si do si la sol fa mi re do.
How do you like your coffee?
25% coffee, 25% water and 50% milk, no sugar. Sometimes hot as hell sometimes iced. I'm very serious about the percentages
Favourite pair of shoes?
Some black combat boots that make me 7cm taller and also are ripping apart
The time you normally go to sleep?
Used to be 11 but now it varies, the latest is 2
The time you normally get up?
I used to get up strictly at 7am, but now I'm a bit sad w lockdown and I can't manage to wake up as early
What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?
Lately sunsets come with pretty reds :3
How many blankets on your bed?
One nordic
Describe your kitchen plates
All the same style but two colour variants: black and white.
Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage?
One single sangria per year I'd say
Do you play cards?
Not really. Only if the group forces me
What colour is your car?
My dad's car is black, if it helps. Mine was going to be a seat toledo 2000 but they sold it.
Can you change a tire?
No hehe
Favourite job you’ve ever had?
Illustrating a children's book about taking care of the planet
How did you get your biggest scar?
I fainted in the bathroom, half naked and hit my cheekbone with the bidet? Glorious. At the moment I was in highschool so I told people I fell off my bike
What did you do today that made someone else happy?
Attend a friend's online party. It was v sweet but I was the only guest, that's why I'm guessing I made her happy.
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shadowofthelamp · 5 years
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SU Movie Liveblog
I had this open in one tab and the movie in another and wrote down my thoughts, let’s go! so sorry to people on mobile.
DIAMOND SONG, DIAMOND SONG
Yeah, makes sense that two years still isn’t really enough to sway them from thinking he’s still pink in some way- especially considering even the crystal gems had that problem after thirteen years.
ICE COLD, STEVEN
his big grin when connie kisses his cheek.... SO good
FAMILIAR DID NOT PREPARE ME FOR OLDER STEVEN’S SINGING VOICE
steven getting a song about being proud of himself and knowing he’s grown into a good person is also SO GOOD
and pearl! pearl’s part! also so great!
oooh, they’re all getting a piece!
garnet referring to her first fusion with terms like parents talk about a baby is PRECIOUS
AAAAA FIRST GLIMPSE AT BBY AMETHYST.... and she comes out with weird limbs like one of those drawing pose dolls, what a nice touch!
DON’T THINK I DON’T SEE THE BETAS THERE.... but no jasper, hmm....
RECREATING THE THEME SONG, I SEE YOU...
maybe it’s because I know what’s coming but making a song called ‘happily ever after’ is just asking for disaster, honey...
Steven Regrets Tempting Fate
steven looks younger when spinel asks who he is and that HAS to be by design.
hmm... is the gem drill connected to her form somehow, with how she formed her hand and it came out?
oooh boy, I’m gonna guess.... spurned member of pink’s court?
SPINEL GETS A SONG RIGHT AWAY, AND HER ANIMATION IS SO FUN
I LOVE IT
and ‘other friends’? yeah, definitely part of pink’s former court.
HER WEAPON IS A FUCKING SCYTHE HOLY SHIT
oh fuck oh fuck oh fuuuuuuck
‘holy s-he really got everybody!’ the boy is 16 greg, he can hear A Swear
oh shit, THIS THING TAKES YOU BACK TO ‘RESTART’ MODE, THAT’S WHY STEVEN’S POWERS DON’T WORK- THEY DIDN’T UNTIL HE WAS AROUND 13
well, THIS is uncomfortable, but it is always nice to hear pearl sing
the expressions seem... idk, extra cartoony here? pearl’s face is so round and everyone’s eyes look extra big. idk if it fits, but it’s probably meant to be a bit unsettling.
huh. someone smarter than me at analysis will have to talk about amethyst’s mimicking.
damn, they really did try to pacify pink with gifts of gems, didn’t they? I can already see so clearly what happened.
‘it took me MONTHS to stop trying to kill steven!’ peridot is so good
and then bismuth and lapis just build on it, NICE
that pose, with him having a hand on his face and looking back at the injector.... I swear either him or greg have had that EXACT pose in some other episode.
okay, pink was hyper and childish, but even she would have gotten bored and annoyed with spinel. I bet spinel was commissioned specifically by blue, but the pink that blue thought she knew, not the one that actually existed.
wow, about fourteen minutes. pretty short turnaround time for a ‘well shit that went bad fast’ reprise.
spinel’s little squeaky shoes during the reprise is... wow
BISMUTH GETS PART OF A SONG....
‘hijinks will ensue’
ANIME-ASS GARNET REFUSION....
if I was new!garnet I’d be scared and confused too... cmon, steven. she clearly looks really disjointed rn.
the first time I actually said ‘oh my GOD’ out loud in this movie was pearl rolling out the stairs and the red carpet
I OWN A CAR WASH
oh geez. boy do I think I know exactly why pink ditched her.
okay, we are.... about halfway through the movie. I do admit I didn’t think this would take this long.
also sandals as tap shoes?
the comic timing of amethyst opening her eyes and look over made me wheeze with laughter.
‘I’m back, you dip.’
also having amethyst be the first to come back was probably a good call.
holy shit is that ACTUAL BLOOD
‘you’re going to die ANYWAY’ gee thanks peridot
oh hey, rebecca as an extra, I think!
I love seeing how sadie’s letting her hair grow out the dye- it makes such a cool effect. and yeah that was how service jobs felt.
steven is just ‘what did I do to deserve this...’
geez, even years after he’s accepted things, steven’s still got a bit of a tight spot regarding rose. not surprised, though.
GARNET, THEY’RE MISSING GARNET, OOOOH
YES YES YES YES YESSSSSS I’VE WANTED THIS FOR /YEARS/, NOT UNDER THIS CIRCUMSTANCE BUT I’LL TAKE IT
I love how easy it is, same as it was for smoky the first time. steven fuses easiest with his family.
okay who the hell is that voice, I checked on imdb and it’s probably either chance the rapper or gallant since those are the unlisted named ones
WHY IS HE BUFF, THIS IS A RIPOFF, BOTH STEVEN AND GREG ARE SOFT BOYS...
yeah.... I don’t like his design. this is the first fusion I really didn’t like that of. ugh.
d’awww, garnet’s wearing steven’s jacket
they threw in the pilot design again!
OPAL SINGING, and admittedly, I do like the steven and greg fusion’s voice
ooooh boy heading for that ocean of poison ain’t gonna do him any favors
pink.... she recreated that garden, made it her sanctuary on earth. she didn’t have only bad memories of it- she must not have realized how much she mattered to spinel like she didn’t realize she mattered to the other diamonds.
the distorted almost circus-like music....
A SONG FROM PINK HOLY COW. wait... that voice sounds really different. is that the same voice actress?
yiiiiiiiiiiiikes. geez I see the reasoning here, holy COW.
‘actually, I can totally believe it’ yeah, as much as I like pink, boy did she fuck up a few times
okay, we got 24 minutes left, this can’t work, right? although spinel only cracked somewhat recently, it sounds like. so really, she’s not that far gone- and considering what we know, probably didn’t fully understand the consequences of her actions.
greg. greg. gross.
I... dunno really how to feel about the su movie being.... basically what everyone who misinterprets su says it is. spinel was made to be redeemed in twenty minutes. her backstory makes it almost shockingly easy. she’s technically the only villain to actually fall like that- like it’s been pointed out, peridot took months, bismuth was already sympathetic, and the diamonds took multiple episodes and still aren’t fully there yet.
I did kinda call that it wasn’t going to be that easy, but whoof. I don’t blame steven though, kid’s under a lot of pressure and is possibly literally dying.
OH, HERE’S THE THEME SONG FOR THE MOVIE
wait.... we haven’t seen alexandrite yet, wasn’t she in the trailer....? and they’re all hugging...
the little crack in his voice between ‘please’ and ‘hurry’...
I love how spinny and magic fusions and gem reformations are in the movie....
wow, BOY did the song sound different when it was released out of context
HE’S GOT CONTROL OF PINK!STEVEN’S SHIELDS AND CRYSTAL PROJECTION SHIELDS....
he sounds so.... adult. I know it’s just that zach is 21 years old now and his voice has changed, but steven really has grown up.
‘well, I changed white diamond’s mind with a single absolutely raw insult so you can’t blame a guy for trying’
yeah I’D KINDA WORRY ABOUT THE POISON.... LIKE RIGHT NOW....
WHY ARE THEY PLAYING THE HAPPY TUNE THE POISON IS STILL A VERY PRESSING ISSUE
if this is how they fix it I’m gonna be a little annoyed, not gonna lie
I just realized spinel reacted to steg so much because it jumpstarted part of her memories- her friend left to become a ‘fusion’.
white being passive-aggressive, I see. 15000 year old habits die hard.
steven: thanks for insulting my home five minutes after getting here, grandma. bitch.
haha, diamond ex machina
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thewonko · 5 years
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Symphogear XV, Episode 1
Hey! Symphogear's back! And given that these are, historically, my most popular posts, I guess I get to do an episode reaction!
And before you ask, Crunchyroll until something better comes along, but I'm paying for this, I may as well use it.
Also, no pictures, because I'm lazy rn and don't feel like tempting fate and Tumblr's upload system.
Bloody handprints. This bodes well!
Is this the Frontier? It looks like the Frontier control room
Uhh, yeah, that's the Frontier, and they just turned on the Moon
Blue-haired deady guy says they can't explain anymore, and asks Fine for forgiveness. Factions in ancient humanity? Pro- sleeping with gods and anti-sleeping with gods?
And cut to a submarine. Wherever we are now, it's cold
Something is arming itself in response to the Symphogirls' approach. Apparently it's a "coffin" and a precursor relic. This bodes well!
Hibiki, if I'm not wrong, Lake Vostok is in Antarctica. Summer there tops out at, like, just under freezing.
Ah, and then Chris says the same thing. Good on you Chris, keep being smart.
Ah, that's a laser beam. Upside: the sun's out now, Hibiki!
"bone-chilling"... I hope that's the translators, but the way the line is delivered makes me afraid that it's not.
Can I have a coffin like that? Not just the particle beam, but the stupid penguin design too?
Baller transformation sequence, Hibiki. Keep it up.
Oh, pleasant surprise: translated insert songs!
Huh, crystal pillars after an attack. Y'know what those look like? The upgrade material in XDU.
Genjuro, it's a mobile autonomous mech. It's not "just" a coffin no matter how you look at it.
Ooh, the coffin has laser hornet drones! Another reason to want one!
Kirika and Shirabe just ice skating along. Truly this is Yuri on Ice.
Ouch. Just... slapped out of the air. That's gotta hurt.
Directed energy at... negative temperatures? That's... not how energy works? Like, at all?
Ah, Elfnein here to tell us that physics doesn't hold with this magic nonsense either. Good.
Less good: The Symphogirls are now frozen in XDU upgrade material
And flashback time! The Lydian school song again
Miku on the piano, teacher listening. Is this a test for Hibiki? God thing she gets lots of singing in these days as *a magical girl saving the world*. That's gotta help for practice, right?
Ah, it was a test. Looks like Hibiki didn't fail the year at least.
"... [Y]ou're singing in your heart". Yup, for the past four seasons! Maybe you saw it on the news that time she saved the moon? Or the time she saved the planet? Or the other time she saved the planet? Or that time she punched the devil so hard he exploded? She's gotten pretty good at singing, Teach. Maybe you just have unreasonably high standards?
"I know you're busy" Do you? I'd think working for the UN is good for a few missed tests.
"BTW", says a nearby public TV news report "remember that we're going to the moon together with the US, the country that TRIED TO NUKE US SIX MONTHS AGO. PRETTY FUCKING MAGNANIMOUS OF US TO NOT DEMAND, LIKE, REPARATIONS OR SANCTIONS OR SOMETHING. Anyway, on to sports. Todd?"
Okay, real talk here, the normal is important. The downside is that now that you've pointed it out, Hibiki, something's about to happen.
"What if I was causing trouble for someone?" okay, calling it now, Miku will end up in a 'gear fighting Hibiki before the end of the season. She'll have a good reason, and she'll end up fighting alongside her wife by the end, but it'll start with them fighting.
Oh look, an explosion. This is what you get for pointing out how normal it's been, Hibiki
Hey! Ogawa remembered that Miku is cleared for this stuff and picks her up too! Thanks, Ogawa.
Hibiki, you are 17 years old. You should know by know that lakes can freeze. Especially in Antarctica.
Elfnein says man-made climate change is real!
I mean, the implication that it was a precursor civilization moving scorpions around the planet is a bit of a stretch, it could've just been ancient humans, but sure, let's go with aliens.
"Adam was trying to use the power of the gods to accomplish a goal of some sort" Really? He didn't just want it to have it? Adam fucking Weisshaupt had a *goal*? I am shook.
Ah, the goal was to blow up a time traveling coffin. Because that was foreshadowed so well in AXZ.
And we're back to the present! Our girls are still frozen.
Are you... are you miming a telescope? Does that actually work because of bullshit catgirl magic, or are you just being silly?
I'm just going to assume that the leader of our new villain trio is about to raid Area 51. Nevada plates on the car and being in the middle of the desert, mostly. I'm going to ignore the fact that the terrain around Area 51 looks nothing like that.
Heh, Genjuro just gonna go punch a coffin shaped like a penguin mech. Don't worry about it, he's got his long-johns on.
"If they catch cold it'll be really bad!" Dude, catching a cold is the least of their worries right now; they're about to be crushed by an ancient alien coffin mech.
Hah! Everyone had their breakout moment at the same time! Way to steal Hibiki's rescuing people thunder girls.
And of course Tsubasa can surf. She's just that cool.
"Hibiki! Punch the laser!" "I don't understand what that means, but okay!"
"Analyzing and reconstructing is the fundamental principal of alchemy!" I mean... not quite? At least you're closer than you were last time though, kid.
Ooh, this music sounds important. Like an OP. Guess this is gonna be an important series of punches coming up.
"Even so! There's a song in my heart!" This has... implications. Although it does explain how the girls could sing in the vacuum of space all those times.
Good on you, Chris, aim and blow up that stupid penguin thing!
And once again Chris shows herself to be the smart one. "Don't talk about upcoming birthdays and party plans in the middle of a fight! That'll raise Death Flags!"
Ooh, alien body! It's got a bracer of some sort too. Five gets you ten it's the McGuffin for at least the first half of the season, and another 25% beyond that that it turns into Miku's new 'Gear.
Alright, the next 12 weeks are going to be painful waiting, aren't they? Consider my hype for the season.
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gukyi · 7 years
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ice prince | jjk
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⇒ summary: when, due to inexplicable and total clumsiness, your reliable, talented ice dancing partner of five years breaks his leg right before the largest competition of your life, desperate times call for desperate measures. and for a brief, brief moment, you think that everything might actually end up not-that-shitty, until you find out that the aforementioned desperate measures go by the name of jeon jungkook.
⇒ figure skating!au, enemies to lovers!au
⇒ pairing: jungkook x female reader
⇒ word count: 22k (when will she (i) stop)
⇒ genre: fluff, very minor angst that probably shouldn’t even be listed
⇒ warnings: mentions of bruising + stuff from falling
⇒ a/n: i honestly don’t know what’s wrong with me. one day i’m finishing up a 28k jungkook enemies to lovers fic and suddenly two weeks later i have another 22k jungkook enemies to lovers fic on my hands. tagging @cinnaminsvga​ and @workofteaguk​ as a thanks for the support and my relentless screaming!
⇒ DISCLAIMER: i am not a professional figure skater and this does not accurately represent the lives of professional figure skaters. it’s a fic, for fuck’s sake. don’t take the logistics of it seriously.
check out the post-script drabble here!
It starts with a broken leg.
For someone so skilled at figure skating, so easily able to do leaps and twirls and lifts, Kim Taehyung is one hell of a klutz. He can’t walk without tripping over himself at least once on a good day, so imagine combining that with black ice on the roads from a terrible snowstorm the prior day. It’s the bad kind of snow, too, the kind that turns into slush when it hits the pavement, dirty slush that freezes over in the night to wreak all sorts of havoc.
Kim Taehyung texts you, two months before the biggest competition you’ve ever had in all of your years of ice dancing, and says:
[9:59 PM] rice dancer #1: remember how i was gonna go on that date after practice today?
[10:01 PM] you: o my god yes!!! how did it go!!!
[10:01 PM] rice dancer #1: it went pretty well rice dancer #1: he’s rlly cute and sweet n he wants me to teach him how 2 figure skate
[10:02 PM] you: dam bith look at she go!!! (she is you)
[10:03 PM] rice dancer #1: well,.,. on the way back.,. uh.. rice dancer #1: you know how it’s rly slippery rn
[10:04 PM] you: tae wtf did u do
[10:05 PM] rice dancer #1: i may or may not have slipped on the ice and broken my leg and currently be in the hospital getting a cast
[10:07 PM] you: TAE!!!!!!!!
And that’s the story of how all of your dreams shattered into a billion pieces right in front of your eyes, much like the bones in Taehyung’s leg.
The next day, you skip practice (much to Namjoon and Hoseok’s chagrin, you already know it) to go to the hospital during visitor hours. Taehyung told you he’d only need one day in the hospital before he’d be back on the one foot he’s allowed to use, so you’re making the most out of your visit. You pick up a bouquet of white roses from the local supermarket on your way. Once you register as a guest at the hospital, they bring you to his room, drab cinderblock walls lining the hallways on the way. When the nurse opens his door, you see him happily camped out in the hospital bed, bright orange cast elevated by fifteen pillows as he channel surfs through the hospital’s five different television stations. Taehyung sees you walk in with a murderous look on your face and quickly fumbles to turn off the TV.
“Y/N!” He cheers, though you can easily make out the fear in his eyes. “What… what brings you here?”
“I brought you something,” you say passive-aggressively as you waltz over to him, bouquet hidden behind your back. Taehyung’s face lights up at the notion of the gift, until you pull the flowers into view and hand them to him.
“White roses?” He asks, concerned as he looks down at them. “Don’t these symbolize death?”
“Yeah,” you say, nodding. “Because you’re fucking dead to me, Kim Taehyung!” Storming over, you start beating him with your fist, pounding his shoulders and forehead and chest as he curls into himself, shouting. You take all of your pent-up frustration out on him, not that he doesn’t deserve it.
“Stop! Stop! Y/N! I’m injured! How dare you!” He shouts in between your assaults, hands going up to protect his face from any more damage. You finally release him, standing up and exhaling heavily. You dust off your fingers before your arms cross in front of your chest.
“You deserved that,” you tell him honestly. “You little piece of shit.”
“I’m sorry, alright,” Taehyung says, wincing in pain as he adjusts himself so that he can sit up in his bed and face you properly. “Believe me, this hurts me just as much as it hurts you. And not just physically.”
“God, Taehyung,” you say, sighing deeply as your palms come up to your cheeks. You have no idea what the hell you’re supposed to do now that Taehyung’s incapacitated. Nationals is in two months and Taehyung, your ice dancing partner since you were fourteen, has a broken tibia. “What are we gonna do?” You ask him as you collapse onto his bed.
Taehyung leans over to rub your back. “We’ll be alright, Y/N. Everything’s gonna be okay.”
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Everything is not okay. You walk into the ice rink, helping Taehyung hobble around on the crutches he claims are outrageously uncomfortable (even though when offered a wheelchair, he had declined and said he needs to keep being mobile), to some very concerned coaches. Taehyung’s still got a bright smile on his face, one to match his fluorescent orange cast, but it’s obvious that the both of you have had a rough twenty-four hours, and it’s about to get even rougher.
“Look at you guys,” Namjoon says as he walks over, baseball cap on his head and clipboard in his hand. “Such good sports.”
“Hey, Coach,” Taehyung says awkwardly as you walk him over to a nearby bench. “Sorry about the, uh, unexpected turn of events.”
“It’s okay, Taehyung,” Namjoon says, patting his back with the wood of the clipboard. “It’s not your fault.”
Taehyung turns to you with his eyebrows raised, petty look on his face as if to say, “see, at least someone knows that I’m not the one to blame.” You scoff, hitting him lightly in the shoulder. It’s definitely his fault. What a klutz.
“What do we do, Coach?” You ask desperately, turning to Namjoon.
His eyes scan from you, to the rink, to Taehyung’s cast, to his clipboard. “It’s up to you, really.”
“Can we still drop out of the competition?” You ask, eyes wide.
“Drop out?” Taehyung asks, brows knitted together. He shoots up, nearly toppling over on his shattered leg and grabbing your arm for support. You jump at the contact, hands darting out to steady his body so he doesn’t break anything else.
“Yeah, drop out,” you repeat, nodding as you hold onto him. “I don’t wanna do the competition when my partner’s in a cast.”
Taehyung gapes at you like you’ve just suggested you perform your ice dancing program in the Mars polar ice caps. “But you’re so close! Nationals is two months away!” He says, seemingly outraged at the fact that you want to leave the competition despite the fact that his leg is literally wrapped up in plaster.
“Nationals is two months away and you can’t even walk!” You exclaim in return, making a show of the crutches he’s hobbling around on. “I don’t wanna do the damn program without you. You’re my partner.”
“But you could win this year!” Taehyung insists, tugging on your arm in desperation.
You nod. You could win this year. The program that Namjoon and Hoseok have come up with is gold-medal-worthy. And the fact that Taehyung is standing in front of you with a cast on his leg and crutches under his arms makes tears well up in your eyes. It’s like running through a tunnel without the end ever appearing in your view. It’s like climbing a tree and never being able to reach the highest branch. It’s like seeing the finish line within your grasp but never getting there.
“I know, I know,” you say dejectedly, looking down to your feet. “But there’s always next year, when you’re better.”
Taehyung looks scandalized.
“Hoe, don’t do it,” Taehyung says, grasping onto your arm and looking hopelessly into your eyes. It’s easily the most romantic thing that the two of you have ever done together, and you’ve been ice dancing together for five years.
“Hoe, I’m gonna do it,” you say in response, placing your palm atop his. “I don’t want to perform without you.”
“You have been working really hard these past few months to perfect your routine,” Namjoon supplies unhelpfully, his reason getting the better of him. Can’t he just let you mope around about your lost gold medal in peace? “I would easily be able to recruit someone to be your partner in his place.”
“But—” You say, already knowing fully well that you’re eventually going to cave into their requests. The look on Taehyung’s face is too heartbreaking for you to have to keep staring at it, even if competing in Nationals means you won’t do it with him. What will he do without you? What will you do without him? You know each other’s bodies, motions, touches like the backs of your hands, you skate together so effortlessly, as if you were a single person. What will happen when that sense of security is removed? When you skate with someone foreign, a feeling you won’t recognize.
“Seriously, Y/N. You have a real shot at getting gold, and if not, at least being on the podium,” Namjoon continues. “You’ve never been more prepared for something like this.”
“But if I don’t compete, we’ll have more time to prepare for next year?” You suggest, grimacing as you hunch your shoulders. Taehyung, if possible, looks like he’s about to take his hand off of the crutch keeping him in place just to sock you in the side. It’s clear that you’re about to cave in and that any last-ditch efforts to drop out will ultimately fail, but there’s no harm in reaching for the unreachable anyway.
“Y/N,” Taehyung says, frowning. He’s staring at you with that disappointed look on your face, the one he always gives you whenever you make a terrible pun about ice skating or tease him about his love life. “Do it.”
“Why are you so adamant about this?” You ask him, a final attempt to see if you can sway him. “Your leg is broken and you can’t compete. What’s it to you if I do?”
“You’re my best friend, Y/N,” Taehyung says, as if he thinks you need some sort of reminder. You’re not gonna forget the fact that the two of you have been glued at the hip for years now, before you even became ice dancing partners. “You’ve been dreaming for years about getting gold, and it’s right in front of you. I’m not gonna stop you from achieving your goal.”
You look to him, shoulders sinking. You know you’ve lost, you know that Taehyung’s good-hearted nature, Namjoon’s sage words of advice, and your unrelenting desire to win are all keeping you in this competition, even without the one person you couldn’t replace if you tried.
“Fine,” you say, sighing as Taehyung and Namjoon high-five each other. “I’ll stay in the competition, but only because I know you’re gonna be whining about it for the next twelve decades if I don’t.”
Taehyung smiles. “Works for me!”
“I guess I need to go get geared up then, Coach?” You ask, your hand coming down to pat the duffel bag on your shoulder. You come prepared. “Who’s gonna be Tae’s replacement?”
“Go get changed,” Namjoon says, motioning to the locker room across the rink. “I’ll figure something out.”
“You’re gonna kick everyone’s asses, Y/N!” Taehyung calls as you trudge off, already regretting this decision. “Mine included!”
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The pale blue door to the locker rooms opens ten minutes later as you walk out, skates and practice clothes on. On the other side of the rink, you see Taehyung and Namjoon talking with an indistinct third person, who you are assuming is going to be your partner for the next two months. You can’t quite make out who it is, but as you walk over, you quickly rack your brain for all of the other ice dancers that might be Namjoon’s choice, though you can’t come up with any that match the person in question.
Slowly, you approach the group, watching as Taehyung laughs to something that said indistinct third person has said. He must be an ice dancer, since regular figure skaters don’t know some of the tricks that ice dancers engage in and pairs skaters are too busy trying to throw themselves around on the ice to pay attention to ice dancing.
And then, he comes into view.
“Y/N!” Taehyung cries as he pulls you into his body, wrapping an arm around you as you’re pressed up against his crutch as it digs uncomfortably into your back. “Namjoon’s got your guy,” he says happily, motioning to him. “This is—”
“Jeon Jungkook?” You ask as your mouth drops open, eyes blinking wildly at the offending figure in front of you.
He’s standing there with his arms crossed in front of his chest, like him having to ice dance is such an inconvenience to the rest of his daily activities. You didn’t even know he could ice dance. For as long as you’ve known him, he’s always been the company’s top male figure skater, so skilled on the ice because his heart is practically made out of it. All of the awards he’s won have gone to his head at this point, and you make an effort every day you are at the rink to not have to interact with him in any way.
“Don’t look so disappointed to see me, Y/N,” Jungkook drawls, making you roll your eyes. This is why you try to avoid him at all costs, and here he is, as your future ice dancing partner. “I’m doing this for you.”
“You’re doing this because Coach is forcing you too, but alright, whatever helps you sleep at night,” you respond, avoiding his gaze.
“I’m willingly giving up my time as a figure skater to help you at Nationals and you don’t even care? Some partner you are,” Jungkook says, scoffing as he turns away from you. He’s tapping his guard-cladded skate on the floor in disinterest, each click slowly rapping away at each rational thought in your brain.
You exhale, turning to stare up at Jungkook with fire in your eyes and rage in your heart, and you storm out of the rink, marching off in anger since you know that any more time spent with him and you’ll probably explode. The biting cold of the winter air has no effect on you as you cool down outside, letting your breathing come to a steady beat as you close your eyes, taking in the breeze.
Of course, out of all of the people in the world, you had to be paired up with Jeon Jungkook. Your luck’s always been rotten. First, Taehyung breaks his leg, second, your replacement partner ends up being the one skater at the company you make conscientious efforts to avoid whenever possible. Sometimes, Life’s funny that way, how she teases you and makes you think that everything is going swimmingly before she dumps a whole bunch of oil into the water. That’s what this is, having to work with Jungkook or kissing your medal goodbye. Oil in the water.
You don’t hear the door open, too consumed in your own thoughts to care, until you feel a hand on your shoulder. Whipping around, you half-expect it to be Jungkook, coming out to give you some snooty remark about giving up before prancing back to his solo activities. But instead, it’s Taehyung.
“You okay?” He asks, a soft hand placed on your shoulder as the other clings onto his crutch for dear life. He’s still getting the hang of using them.
“I’m a little salted,” you say bitingly.
“A little?” Taehyung says skeptically, eyebrows raised as he takes in your vengeful expression. “Dude, you’re practically boiling over with N-A-C-L. You might want to tone that down a bit.”
“I just—ugh!” You cry, kicking the air with your skate and hoping that your guard hasn’t broken from the force. Nothing is going right, it seems, from Taehyung breaking his leg to you being coerced into staying in the competition to finding out that of all people on this godforsaken Earth, you’ve been re-paired up with Jeon Jungkook, Ice Prince. All you can do is resort to physical aggression as you punch and kick the world around you as a big “fuck you” to whatever higher being is up there, fucking with you. “This sucks ass. I wanna drop out again.”
“Y/N, come on,” Taehyung says, soft hand on the small of your back. “You don’t wanna do that.”
“I do,” you say, nodding. Maybe you’re being too impulsive, but right now you and Jungkook can’t even have a conversation without the biting ice breaking through his words, and you don’t necessarily think that’s the best way to build trust for a sport so reliant on teamwork. “I can’t fucking stand him, Tae. I didn’t even know he could ice dance! Since when would anybody want to work with him?”
“That’s it, Y/N,” Taehyung says in his best group therapist voice. He rubs your back to keep the rest of you grounded as your head flies off into outer space. “Get fucking pissed now so you won’t later.”
“Tae, I wanna pull a stereotypical pop-punk band member and drop out,” you whine, clutching onto his arm as you begin to sink down into a sad squat.
Taehyung tugs you up, his strength even with a broken leg as he balances two crutches much heftier than yours. “You don’t really wanna drop out though, do you?” He asks sincerely even though he already knows the answer. “There’s a reason Coach picked Jungkook. It’s because he’s a god on the ice, you know that. With him, you’re guaranteed a medal. Don’t you want that?”
“But is a medal worth all of the suffering he will inevitably put me through? Because if I skin him alive before we can go to Nationals, he’s gonna die and I’m gonna have to deal with the repercussions,” you remind Taehyung.
“Please don’t skin him alive, he’s got a hoard of fangirls swarming him and his social media on the daily,” Taehyung says, mildly alarmed especially considering your slightly sarcastic yet also totally serious nature. Sometimes, he can’t tell if you’re joking or not, and that’s kind of the best part. Like right now. “They’ll murder you in an alleyway and I’ll never be able to see your dumbass face again.”
“This is all your fault, you fucker,” you tell him sharply. “If you weren’t such a clumsy little—”
“It was slippery and he was cute, alright? He asked me for my number. That’s important,” Taehyung says in return, staring you down. “Are you saying that you would rather me die than get a love life?”
“I’m not not saying that.”
“He’s not that bad, Y/N,” Taehyung says, sighing. “You can get through the next two months with him no problem.”
“Don’t you dislike him just as much?” You ask, thinking back to a multitude of prior occurrences where Taehyung has voiced his disdain for the self-proclaimed Ice Prince, when you were walking out of practice, watching him on the rink, passing him by at regional competitions. This is why it’s so peculiar to see him encouraging you to follow through with this heinous plan, because it’s not like Taehyung likes Jungkook any more than you do.
Alright, maybe a little more. You don’t know what it is about Jungkook but his entire existence just rubs you the wrong way. Cold, aloof, entitled, and kind of a major asshole.
“He’s not as bad as I once thought he was,” Taehyung says warily, finally realizing that maybe he should be careful of what words he chooses to use in front of you when discussing whatever relationship you share with Jeon Jungkook, for the sake of his own safety if nothing else.
You smack his shoulder, mildly offended. Taehyung gasps, unable to rub his shoulder due to his inexperience with casts and the fact that he will definitely fall on his ass if he removes his hand from the aluminum. “You’re taking his side?”
Taehyung frowns. “I’m taking Coach’s side.”
If there was a way for your eyeballs to roll so far back in your head you would be able to hear them jingling around, loose in your skull, it would have already happened by now. “Don’t get all philosophical on me, Tae. It’s not that deep.”
“But Coach says that—and I agree with him—if you don’t do this, it’ll turn into a lost opportunity. You’re gonna regret this for the rest of your life if you don’t suck it up and do it,” Taehyung says softly, looking at you with delicate eyes.
You sigh, shoulders sinking as you slouch. “But he’s such a dickshit, Taehyung,” you whine, unable to come up with a better excuse for your desire to drop out once more.
“Damn, I don’t even think you’ve called me that,” Taehyung comments mindlessly. “Come on, Y/N,” he says, and he’s starting to get that antsy tone in his voice again, like a child begging their mother for a 25¢ gumball from the machine in the corner of the supermarket. “Please? I wanna see my best friend get a medal.”
He’s wearing you down and you know it, too, but you cross your arms and look away, refusing to give into his pleads.
“Pretty, pretty please? With a hazelnut Pirouette stick because I know how much you hate those candied cherries? For me?”
It’s always Taehyung that wears you down. He could, with enough whining, probably convince you to kill a man. Maybe this is a sign that you should stop being best friends with him, because you turn into putty in his hands every time he opens his mouth and he is a terrible person who abuses that knowledge and utilizes it to his advantage as much as possible.
“You’re a little piece of shit,” you say, but Taehyung knows you well enough to know that that’s code for “I give in, Taehyung you asshole,” and so he cheers.
“Yes!”
“I swear to the lord Jesus Christ and all of his dudebros that when you get out of that cast I’m beating you the fuck up,” you hiss, and Taehyung simply giggles. He knows you’re not serious, as menacing as you can be with glittery purple skate guards on your feet.
If Taehyung didn’t have crutches under his arms and a cast the color of a creamsicle on his leg, he’d probably be happily skipping into the skate rink. Reluctantly, you follow him inside after opening the door for him and spot Ice Prince and your coach chatting by the rink, Jungkook already geared up and ready to go.
“Got her!” Taehyung shouts loudly, causing several heads to turn to him as he meets Namjoon’s eyes with a crinkly grin. He motions to you, and you can tell that the contrast between his enthusiastic expression and your begrudging one must be amusing, if Jungkook trying to disguise his chuckles is anything to go by. “We got her, Coach! She’s in!”
“Shout it louder, would you? I don’t think enough of Antarctica has heard,” you say sarcastically, earning a teasing nose-scrunch from Taehyung in return as the two of you march up.
“Caved in?” Jungkook asks, sly smirk on his face as he looks you up and down, takes in your twitching features and glares back with as much force as you are him. “I suppose I’m not as repulsive as you thought I was.”
You scoff, brushing right by him as you tug off your skate guards and hop on the ice to warm up. If you’re gonna do this, might as well bite the bullet. “Oh, that’s sweet,” you call as you begin to skate figure-eights across the rink. “You think I’m doing this for you.”
Jungkook chuckles to himself, taking your arrival on the ice as something akin to a challenge. He removes his skate guards and joins you, gladly whizzing around on the ice alongside you as the two of you already find yourselves in a competition of sorts. This is precisely why you can’t work with him.
“Babe,” Jungkook says, catching your attention as you slow down ever so slightly—not enough for him to actually notice you paying attention to what words leave his lips—to listen to him. The pet name falls from his mouth with ease and sends shivers down your spine. “I don’t give a shit about whether or not you’re doing this for me, because either way I get another National medal to add to my collection. How many times can you say that about yourself?” Jungkook grins a shit-eating grin, and it makes you want to skate over and sock him in the jaw. “Oh, that’s right, none.”
You’re going to murder Taehyung once he gets out of that cast.
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It’s obvious from the getgo that you and Jungkook cannot work together. Namjoon and Hoseok, your gracious and talented choreographer, had held out hope that you would be able to put aside your differences for three hours every day just so he could learn the routine and you could both move on with your lives, but it’s clear that’s not the case. Because the second time the two of you meet on the ice, you are forced to skate around holding hands to get a feel for the other’s touch, and you are stiff and cold the entire time.
Jungkook’s touch is too foreign for your taste. He is too foreign for your taste. He doesn’t feel like Taehyung, lacks his over-moisturized hands and the warmth that radiates from his body. He holds your hand with tension in his body, unnatural and distant. He doesn’t hold it like he’s supposed to, like how boys are supposed to hold girls’ hands, like how ice dancers are supposed to melt into each other’s touch. He holds it because he has to.
It doesn’t take a genius to note that the two of you are talented in your sport. You can both skate flawlessly, gliding around on the ice without clashing blades. It’s not difficult for the two of you to skate in time, in rhythm, but that means nothing if you cannot skate together.
And that is what Namjoon is thinking as he voices his concerns to Hoseok right next to him, as the two of them watch you and Jungkook skate gracefully yet emotionlessly around the rink.
“Should we be worried about them, Hoseok?” Namjoon asks, eyebrows knitted together as he watches the both of you. You’re talking, but it’s strikingly obvious that you’re not enjoying the conversation in front of you. In fact, you both look quite disgruntled in the presence of the other. This does not bode well.
Hoseok heaves, not taking his eyes of the two of you. He looks down at the way the two of you are holding hands, how unrealistic it seems, how contrived it appears, and he sighs. “We might need to be, Joon. There’s no chemistry whatsoever. In fact, it doesn’t look like they like each other very much at all.”
“Shit,” Namjoon says, a hand coming up to rub at his temple. He’s worked tirelessly with you and Jungkook for years to get you into your top spots, and he refuses to see you crumble now just because of an accident. “What are we going to do, Hoseok? We can’t have ice dancing partners that hate each other.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” Hoseok says, and Namjoon can practically see the light bulb illuminating above his fading red hair. “We can use that raw emotion.”
“Don’t tell me you’re going to re-choreograph their entire routine,” Namjoon says, eyes pleading.
Hoseok grins, standing a little taller with his hands happily planted on his hips. “I am. But only a little. I need a new song…”
Namjoon watches as Hoseok begins to wander off, pointer finger tapping his chin as he contemplates how he’s going to edit the routine to make it fit the meshing personalities of you and Jungkook. He will admit, the fact that Hoseok has decided to change the program with so little time left before Nationals has him nearly on the floor, but when he looks up and sees you bickering away with Jungkook as you skate laps together, hands glued shut, he supposes it might not be such a bad idea after all.
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“Oh my God, I can’t do this.” You sigh in anger, skating away from Jungkook so as to cool down. You reach your hands up to rub at your temples, eyes shut tight as you let your frustration subside. “God, do you even know how to ice dance?”
“Do you?” Jungkook counters, clearly just as exasperated as you.
The very fact that Jungkook is even insinuating that after nearly fourteen years of skating and ten years of ice dancing you still lack the necessary skills to, you know, ice dance, makes you want to remove your skate from your foot and chuck it at his head. You roll your eyes, throwing your hands up to the sky in anguish as you glide up to Namjoon, who looks like he’s having a mid-life crisis.
“Coach, I can’t work with him!” You exclaim. “I can’t! There’s no connection. It’s like working with a robot on ice skates.”
There’s the sound of ice being shredded, and when you whip your head around you see Jungkook coming to a quick halt across the way.
“She’s not much better, you know!” calls Jungkook mindlessly, earning a glare from you before you turn back to face your poor overworked, underpaid coach.
“Do you see what I have to work with?” You ask, motioning to Jungkook as he launches off into some quads and twists, only further proving your point that he is a self-absorbed, entitled dickhead who, if he’s so good at single skating, should just go back to the category he wins in rather than wasting his time with you.
“Calm down, Y/N. Don’t get so worked up about this,” Namjoon says patiently.
“It’s been two weeks since Hoseok showed us the ‘new and improved’ choreography—” You begin, making hand quotes around the words to show your budding distaste for change, “—and we can’t get a single one of the lifts down.”
“At least the two of you can do the twizzles,” Namjoon supplies unhelpfully, always like him to search for the silver lining in this trainwreck of a performance.
“Woohoo,” you deadpan.
“Listen, Y/N, I trust the both of you. I know that the two of you can do great things together. There’s a reason that I selected him to be your ice dancing partner. You’re capable of greatness,” Namjoon insists, only making you roll your eyes further.
“Am I being punished for Taehyung’s clumsiness, Coach? Is that it?” You groan, your head tilting back in vexation. You know Namjoon means well, he really does, but you fail to see where on Earth he thought pairing the two of you up for a national competition would be a good idea.
“You’re not being punished,” Namjoon tells you.
“If you want to win gold for Nationals, don’t you think that maybe you should spend more time practicing and less time shit-talking your partner?” Jungkook’s voice rings out in the echoey ice rink, and it makes you sigh. Turning around, you see him casually executing a catch-foot camel spin, and it makes you want to knock him right off his center of balance and watch him crash into the ice.
“He’s right, Y/N,” Namjoon says as you begrudgingly skate back over to Jungkook, willing yourself to just through the next few hours by his side before you can go home and take a much-needed bubble bath.
Hoseok joins you not much later, happily skating on the ice as he begins to coach you through the choreography. It’s much more technical than you’re used to, aimed at getting you the highest score possible, but it’s also filled with an overwhelming amount of raw emotion, something you tend to shy away from when dealing with programs. Hoseok’s always been known to step out of the box, though, so this really should come as no surprise.
With the feeling of Jungkook’s frozen hands on your waist, Hoseok guides the both of you around the rink.
“Five, six, seven, eight, one, two, up—!”
“Ow! Not there, you dumbass!” You cry when Jungkook pinches you a little too hard, causing you to stumble and fall on your knees. “Jesus H. Christ,” you say, frowning as you get up and dust yourself off.
“You okay, Y/N?” Hoseok asks, reaching out a hand as you skate to warm yourself up again.
“’M fine,” you say, albeit a little bitter.
“Alright, again, same spot,” Hoseok orders as you line up with him again.
Jungkook grips your waist too tightly at this part, the tension causing you to stumble on your next turn, but at least you can move onto the next major part of your routine without any more flubs or cries of indignation.
Almost the entire program does Jungkook touch you in some sort of way, whether it be a hand on your waist, hip, shoulder, fingers interlocked with yours, or holding onto you for a lift. You know that you’ll get used to it eventually, the feeling of his body heat radiating onto yours, but after five years of constant contact with Taehyung, it’s difficult to change course.
Still, he does not purposely attempt to make your routine any more unbearable or difficult out of spite. He can do that with his words, not his actions. At least he’s making a solid effort to get this routine down.
“Seven, eight, lift!” Hoseok says when the two of you are skating with such momentum as you approach the halfway-mark of your free-skate program.
Jungkook pulls you up, just as you had practiced before, and your skate finds purchase in the thick material of his clothing. You are both experienced enough in this skill to not cut right through his clothing (and perhaps his skin as well), a careful hand on your thigh as he holds you up, and you think you might actually be able to stick this landing…
Until, on the way down, his elbow accidentally knocks into your shin, and the two of you collapse in a puddle on the ice.
“Fuck!” He mutters to himself, swearing as he pulls at his limbs that are entangled in yours.
You sit up as well, rubbing your sore arms as you feel the bruises blossoming on your legs.
“Whoa, you guys alright?” Hoseok asks, brows furrowed in concern as he holds a hand out to lift you up. You gladly take it, pulling yourself back onto your feet as you begin to dust off the patches of ice that have gathered on your leggings. “That was some fall. And it wasn’t even the worst lift.”
“I’m fine,” you say bitingly, “we could probably get it, if it weren’t for Jungkook not knowing where to put his hands.”
“Oh yes, pile all of the blame on me, the nationally-ranked figure skater who made a simple mistake that he can fix in an instant,” Jungkook retorts bitterly, adjusting the sleeves of his fleece jacket as he skates off to cool down.
“Uh, if you guys are alright, wanna run that again?”
“I don’t know about his bruised ego, but I’m cool to do it again,” you comment, loud enough so that he hears you even from his position across the rink.
“Do you just have a thing for insulting me?” Jungkook asks. “Because that’s no way to treat the person who’s going to lead you to gold at Nationals,” he tells you pointedly, hands on his hips as the two of you prepare to rehearse the stunt all over again.
“Please,” you scoff, “I’m the reason you’re even going to Nationals for ice dancing.”
“Oh, yeah, your partner breaking his leg is a real achievement to boast about,” Jungkook retorts.
“Don’t fucking talk about Taehyung,” you spit.
“Okay, you guys, cut the chit-chat,” Hoseok says, probably more for his own sake than yours or Jungkook’s. “We’re doing this one more time, from the camel, and then practice is over for the day,” he says warily, skating over to the panel that controls the music and turning it on.
Everything goes much better the second time, the lift being not nearly as tragic as Jungkook carefully places you back down on the ice and you skate into your next trick. You actually don’t think it’s half bad, that is, until you hear the music abruptly stop and Hoseok skate up to you with a disappointed look on his face.
“Wasn’t that good, Hoseok?” You ask, maneuvering your way to the exit of the rink and grabbing your skate guards.
“It was okay,” Hoseok says, sharing a knowing look with Namjoon, who’s been observing the both of you this entire time.
“Just okay?” You ask, confused. “We landed the lift.”
“Just go get changed, Y/N and Jungkook,” Namjoon says, motioning for the two of you to head to the locker rooms. “We’ll talk to you guys about how you can improve your routines afterwards.”
You sigh, grabbing your coat from the bench as you make your way towards the locker rooms.
“This is all your fault, you know,” you say petulantly, eyeing Jungkook as you give his shoulder a rough shove.
“Excuse me? I wasn’t the one spewing out blame for a one mistake,” Jungkook challenges. “One!”
You sigh, deciding that continuing to bicker with Jungkook won’t change the outcome of the conversation you’re about to have with Namjoon and Hoseok anyway, and you head into the locker rooms to get out of your skates and calm yourself down. You can deal with Jungkook later. That is, if you have enough brainpower left to do so.
Namjoon and Hoseok have their Serious Faces on as you emerge from the locker rooms, Jungkook coming out of his at the same time, duffel bag slung over his bare shoulder. You wonder how Jungkook can be walking around in a muscle tee with his biceps on display for the world to ogle at (but not you, ugh!) in the middle of winter, but then again, he is the Ice Prince after all.
“What did you want to talk to us about, Coach?” Jungkook asks, tilting his head in interest as the two of you approach them.
“We were just discussing the trust factor in your program,” Hoseok says.
“What ‘trust factor’?” You say, wary of whatever criticism is to come.
“Y/N, do you trust Jungkook?” Namjoon says, getting straight to the point.
“No.” The answer is as easy as if someone were to ask if you supported cannibalism, or pineapple on pizza.
“Jungkook, do you trust Y/N?”
“Well, since trust is a two-way street, no,” Jungkook says. It’s the first time you think you’ve ever agreed on something.
Hoseok and Namjoon share a knowing look, one you couldn’t decipher even if you tried. Jungkook turns to face you and you shrug, happy to see that there are no hard feelings as related to the fact that neither of you trust each other despite literally being ice dancing partners. You don’t know what Namjoon and Hoseok were expecting when they asked you that question, especially given how openly you’ve voiced your opinions on Jungkook before. Were they hoping for a “yes”?
“That’s exactly the problem,” Hoseok says. “You guys don’t trust each other. What’s an ice dancing routine without trust? You have to rely on each other the entire time.”
“Well, we were able to do some of the routine today,” you point out, electing to ignore the part where the two of you just completely fell on top of each other. “Why would trust be necessary?”
“Your routine is… hmm, how do I say this nicely?” Hoseok begins.
“Emotionless,” Namjoon cuts in. “It’s emotionless. You might as well be animatronics,” he continues. “Trust builds not only the routine but it builds the emotion within it. You guys are very talented skaters but there is no way in hell that you will even get onto the podium without trust, passion, or emotion. The lack of chemistry is what will bring you down, and I know neither of you want to walk away from Nationals without even bronze.”
“How are we supposed to fix that?” You ask, hesitant. You dislike the path that this conversation is leading you on. “You can’t shove five years of experience and progressively-built trust into six weeks.”
“Exactly,” Hoseok says.
“Which is why we’re staging a Trust Intervention for the both of you. You hardly know each other as people, only as skaters, and we need to fix that,” Namjoon declares, blatantly proud of the plan he’s formulated. His confidence has your eyes wide in worry, and when you turn to Jungkook, it’s clear he’s not looking forward to whatever the two of your coaches have in store for you either.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask.
“You guys are going to get to know each other by going out on dates.”
Your jaw drops. Dates?
“And I don’t care how awkward it’s going to be, because you guys are going to do it anyway. You are going to go out on dates to coffee shops and restaurants and other places where you can actively talk with each other, and you are going to learn about each other,” Namjoon orders, and you know you don’t have a choice. Even if you faked it, Namjoon has the eye of a hawk and he’d easily be able to spot the lack of connection the next time you had practice together.
“You’re kidding,” Jungkook says, blinking profusely. He looks like he’s in shock. You can’t imagine you look much different.
Hoseok looks as equally pleased with the proposal as Namjoon. “You guys have more in common than you both might think, you know,” he says. “Before practice in two days, I want to see you out on one date. You could even drop by the coffee shop down the road before practice. I don’t care. But I need to see that you’ve been on one.”
“Wait, wait, Coach,” you say before Namjoon turns to change his focus towards his Little Skaters group that’s slowly filing in for their own practice. “A date? I don’t know how I feel about that.”
“Yeah, me neither,” Jungkook adds.
“They don’t necessarily have to have some sort of romantic connotation, calm down,” Namjoon says. “They’re just outings together. You don’t have to hold hands or kiss or hug, or whatever. Just talk. That’s all I ask of you. You guys are dismissed.”
Before you can get in any more questions, Namjoon and Hoseok are turning away from you, greeting the Little Skaters with their voices light and bright and the total opposite of how they were just speaking to you.
You turn to Jungkook in partial shock and partial disgust, already repelled by the mere thought of having to spend more time with him. You couldn’t think of a worse way to spend your time than this.
“Coffee shop, two hours before practice?” Jungkook asks, expressionless.
You shrug. “Fine. See you there, Jeon,” you spit, marching out of practice with a frown on your face.
You don’t know what Namjoon or Hoseok’s game is, but what you do know, is that if they’re expecting for the two of you to form some sort of bond through these forced dates, then they couldn’t be more wrong.
What kind of bond could be forged between you and Jeon Jungkook? Not even in your nightmares could you imagine putting your trust in his hands.
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Two days later, you catch Jungkook in the coffeeshop as he’s waiting at the end of the line to order, staring up the menu above his head and tapping his foot to the beat of the soft pop that plays through the speakers that decorate each corner of the room.
“Ordering without me?” You ask, joining him, with an eyebrow raised. “So gentleman-y.”
“You were taking too long,” Jungkook responds curtly. “I don’t drink coffee anyway, so I wanted to see what this place has.”
“You don’t drink coffee…” you begin, “and we’re in a coffee shop?”
“They have things other than coffee.” Jungkook frowns.
“Alright, whatever you say,” you say distantly, rolling your eyes as the woman in front of you moves to the side to wait for her drink. “Hi, can I get a medium latte, whole milk? And light foam, please.”
The barista nods tapping away at the computer in front of her before motioning to Jungkook.
“Small hot chocolate,” Jungkook says quickly, grabbing his wallet from the back of his pocket.
“I can pay for mine,” you insist, fumbling with the loose bills shoved into your jeans, but Jungkook shakes his head, handing over his card without even giving you so much as a glance. You stand there, at a loss for words as Jungkook casually pays for your obnoxious drink without a second thought.
“This is stupid,” you say mindlessly as you wait for your drinks at the pick-up station. “I don’t know how Coach thinks anything is going to improve if we spend more time together.”
“If Coach really wanted us to loosen up around each other, he should have given us a bottle of vodka and ten minutes,” Jungkook jokes, making you laugh.
“Please,” you scoff, “I bet you have the alcohol tolerance level of a baby goose.”
“Is that supposed to be an insult?”
You roll your eyes, already finding yourselves falling into the distinct rhythm of bicker, bicker, bicker. This is precisely why you knew that whatever plan Namjoon had brewing in his brain wouldn’t work, because if you can’t get past petty insults and snarky comments, how are you supposed to connect with each other?
When you’ve got your drinks, you take refuge in a table by the window of the shop, giving you a glorious view of the angry pedestrians and angrier cars, hooting their way around town. What a sight.
Jungkook sips his drink slowly, savoring each sip. When he’s not drinking, he’s leaning back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the wooden table between you and avoiding your gaze, red scarf wrapped up neatly around his neck and complimenting the red buttons on his peacoat with ease. Without him opening his mouth and ruining the entire vibe of the scenery, he actually looks quite nice. But don’t tell him that.
Meanwhile, you are ungracefully downing your entire medium latte without another shot, craving each gram of caffeine that enters your body. Maybe it is two o’clock in the afternoon, but you are regularly awake until midnight and you also will need all of the energy you can get if you have to deal with a skating Jungkook for the next five hours.
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Excuse me?” You ask, coughing slightly as your coffee goes down the wrong pipe in surprise.
“What’s your favorite color?” Jungkook repeats, dead serious. “Coach said we have to get to know each other. Answer the question.”
You’ve never heard someone sound so stern when asking what your favorite color is.
“Yellow. Yours?” You ask, wiping the foam away from the corner of your lips with your sleeve.
“Red.”
“I probably could have figured that out,” you comment mindlessly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jungkook asks, quirking an eyebrow in offense as he looks at you.
“Look at you, Jeon. You’re covered in red from head to toe. It doesn’t take a genius to guess,” you say, motioning from his scarf down his torso. Even his cheeks are read, burning from the mixture of the heat from the coffee shop and the winter from outside.
“Well,” Jungkook begins, shuffling himself around with his hot chocolate cup held tightly in his hand. “I look good in it.”
“Is that your reasoning?” You ask, appalled.
“Do you deny it?” Jungkook retorts, smirk on his face as he watches your expression change from shocked to accosted. You’d never admit to Jungkook that he actually looks good, sitting in front of you with the bright red wrapped around him complimenting his skin tone, the shade of his eyes. You’d rather keel over and die in this very coffee shop.
“I—” You say, speechless.
“So you don’t?”
“Why do you care what I think about you? I thought you were just in this for the medal,” you counter, reminding Jungkook of his own words with a pointed expression.
“I never said I cared about if you think I’m hot, though it is nice to know that you do,” Jungkook responds.
“I never said that,” you say.
“You didn’t need to,” Jungkook says with a shrug, taking an extended sip of his hot chocolate while you sit there, racking your brain for an equally good, if not better, riposte to his obnoxiously self-centered comments. How have they left your mind empty? You had always thought it impossible for a man to leave you speechless, but clearly, you just hadn’t spoken to Jeon Jungkook yet. “What, no response?” He asks, teasing lilt decorating his words.
“Sorry, too busy thinking of all of the ways I can skin you alive after Nationals,” you say, fist up at at the ready. You reach over to punch him in the shoulder, but Jungkook’s reflexes are much too quick for your liking and he grabs a hold of your wrist before your hand can collide with his coat.
“Don’t get too excited, Y/N,” Jungkook warns, keeping his grip on you tight. “Maybe we’ll do so well at Nationals that you won’t want to kill me anymore. You might even want to keep being my partner, how about that?”
You scoff. “In your dreams, Jeon. You and I both know we wouldn’t be able to stand each other for more than a season at a time, if that.”
“Who knows,” Jungkook says, leaning across the table. The sheer proximity intimidates you, how his face is hovering hardly a finger’s length away from yours. This close, you can make out the golden specks decorating his irises, and the lines on his lips—
Shut up! What are you doing thinking about Jeon Jungkook’s lips?
“Things can change,” Jungkook hums, grinning smugly before getting up from his seat and taking his empty cup with him.
You’re left there, sitting in the dust as the conversation settles around you, unable to process even a single thing that just happened. Jeon Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook’s eyes. Jeon Jungkook’s lips.
Jeon Jungkook’s ego that is roughly the size of Madagascar.
You sigh, exhaling heavily as you gather your belongings and make to leave as well, tossing your empty cup in the bin on the way out.
Things can change, but how much are you willing to let them?
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“There’s the happy couple!”
Your tired eyes light up at the sound of a familiar voice, and you turn to see Taehyung happily crutch-ing his way over to you. By now, he’s mastered the art of not falling while requiring the use of crutches, so you don’t have to baby him anymore.
“Tae!” You exclaim, happy to see the one person who is most definitely keeping you grounded during this time of torture.
“How’s it going?” He asks happily, not having been at the rink since the day you found out you’d have to be partnered up with Jeon Jungkook.
You turn to Jungkook, who’s already begun walking off in the direction of the locker with little demonstrated interest in the conversation you are about to have with Taehyung, for whatever reason. Taehyung shrugs at the two of you watch Jungkook trudge off, neither happy nor sad.
“What’s his deal?” Taehyung asks, pointing his crutch in Jungkook’s direction.
“He constantly has a gigantic stick up his ass,” you remark, making Taehyung giggle. “No, I don’t know. I guess he just wants to get to practice.”
“Wow, so dedicated,” Taehyung says, shaking his head. “How are you?”
“I’m okay.”
“How much do you hate Jeon Jungkook?” Taehyung rephrases his question.
“Very much,” you inform him. “Actually, only a lot much, now. It’s getting better,” you tell him regretfully, knowing how much he’s going to rub in your face the fact that he was the one who told you that it wouldn’t actually be that bad.
“See, I told you!” Taehyung exclaims, a “you should have believed me when I said so!” expression on his face. “I knew it wouldn’t actually be that bad. You’re just so fucking overdramatic, always have been,” Taehyung reminds you.
“Want me to give you another broken leg, Taehyung?” You threaten weakly, fist balled up with a teasing smile on your face. Taehyung pretends to wince before laughing alongside you. “God, I can’t wait for you to be able to get on the ice again.”
“Me neither,” Taehyung admits wistfully, watching as some of the other skaters practice gracefully on the rink, less advanced but just as devoted as you, Jungkook, or Taehyung. “I’m getting that itch under my skin. Or maybe it’s just because I can’t scratch this one part of my leg because of this motherfucking cast, and it makes me want to die.”
You chuckle at his comment. Taehyung always has a way of taking devastating situations and laughing about them, making them seem like they’re not really real.
“Have you at least gotten to talk to that guy again?” You ask him, interlocking your fingers with his. It doesn’t feel like Jungkook, with whom you’ve been holding hands with (for totally professional purposes) for the past two-and-a-half weeks. It feels warmer, softer. Like you could die in these hands and he would promise that everything would be alright.
“Oh my God, yes!” Taehyung exclaims happily. “Jimin brought me flowers when I got out of the hospital. And they weren’t death-symbolizing white roses. I think I want to marry him, Y/N. You don’t understand.”
“Way to rub in the fact that I don’t have a love life,” you say, grimacing. “But I’m happy for you! You deserve all of the love and appreciation in the world.”
“Y/N,” Namjoon’s soothing voice interrupts your conversation as he places the cool wood of his clipboard on your back. “Go get changed. Hoseok wants to run through the second half of the program with you and Jungkook today.”
“Alright, Coach,” you say mindlessly, waving Namjoon off as you bid goodbye to Taehyung. “You’re gonna watch us practice, right?”
“Totally! Knock ’em dead, tiger,” Taehyung says, already making his way towards the up-ramp onto the bleachers that give him a view of the entire rink. Hoseok’s beginning to clear out the leftmost rink for you and Jungkook to practice, and you wave to Taehyung as you jog towards the locker room, already wary of what Jungkook’s going to say when you are inevitably late to practice on the ice.
The second half of the program for the free-skate is much more comprehensive than the first. Sure, the first part has the first set of twizzles and the layback curve lift (that Jungkook dropped you during the first time you had rehearsed the stunt), but the second features an overwhelming amount of stationary twirls and two more lifts, both of which are significantly more difficult than the curve.
It’s a good thing Jungkook’s as dedicated as you. If, at gunpoint, you were forced to pick one quality you admire about Jungkook, it’s how devoted he is to the sport, and how he’s willing to do anything to secure the top spot. At least you have one thing in common.
“Five, six, seven, eight, camel!” Hoseok shouts as he skates away from the two of you as you begin the camel spin. Jungkook wraps his heavy hands around you, one on your waist and another on your outstretched leg, and you do the same with him, palm glossing over his stomach as you hold on tight. You’re careful not to press to firmly, mostly out of fear for yourself, because you know fully well that he’s got a decent pack of abs under that fleece jacket he’s wearing. You twirl together, your two bodies slowly becoming one, but it’s such a short period of time that you split almost as quickly as you come together before launching off into the next trick.
Jungkook keeps his hands on your waist for almost the entire second part, wrapped around your waist as you skate around the rink, making all sort of elegant gestures with your hands to the beat of the music.
“Dip!” Hoseok’s voice rings out in the rink as Jungkook, with your hands tightly interlocked, dips you down down to the ice, pulling you in a semicircle before lifting you back up with ease. You spin around to face him, gliding across the ice, attempting to be civil and smile his way, but he offers nothing in return. Asshole.
The first lift comes easily, a combination with you going from Biellmann position on his thigh to a reverse-rotational. You’ve been practicing this for a few days now, not enough for it to be flawless but enough for it to get the job done and for Hoseok to fine tune over the next few weeks as the competition approaches. Jungkook keeps a tight grip on you throughout the entire thing, pressing you tightly to his body as he spins with you in the splits position before gracefully dropping you to the ice. Hoseok claps happily once you’ve landed it, watching with glee as you skate into the next series of twizzles.
It appears that everything’s going swimmingly, and when you are midway through the second half of the routine, the thought flashes across your mind that you might actually be able to work with him on this routine, rather than against him like you have been for so long. It’s a foreign feeling, that thought, and a fleeting one at that.
The final lift before the finale approaches, and you feel Jungkook press his palm firmly on your waist before hoisting you up as you wrap your arm around his neck to hold yourself up. Jungkook spins with ease, watching your body carefully as you dance around him, going from the splits to a horizontal position, the only thing keeping you glued to him his hand around your waist. It’s almost perfect, but when he sets you down you both stumble, skates colliding as you trip over each other and fall to a heap on the rink.
Hoseok cuts the music, skating over to see what went wrong.
“You guys alright?” He asks, concerned look on his face.
Sighing, you stand up shakily, holding onto Hoseok’s arm for support. “Fine.”
“Jungkook?”
“I’m good,” Jungkook says, voice as cold as always.
“What happened there, guys?” Hoseok asks.
“We were just positioned incorrectly, ‘s all,” Jungkook spits quickly, skating around in a quick figure-eight before re-positioning himself so that you can work on the lift again. You dust yourself off and join him, hoping that maybe this time you can get it so you can move onto tweaks.
You don’t.
For the next four times that you attempt the final lift, you end up collapsing in a puddle together, your skates colliding, or Jungkook’s grip on you slipping, or your limbs being connected for a moment too long, something that happens not during the lift but on your way down that causes the fall. You and Jungkook are getting equally infuriated with yourselves and with each other, much to Hoseok’s chagrin.
“Your foot is always too close to mine when you put me down,” you accuse, after Hoseok’s dismissed the both of you from practice. “Move it into more of a 180 position so I have room to move.”
“You aren’t landing in the right spot,” Jungkook counters bitterly. “You need to constantly be aware of my position on the ice so that way you don’t crash into me.”
“Your hand is slipping as you put me down, it throws me off.”
“You’re putting way too much faith in me to do everything correctly, when you aren’t even in the correct form during the last part of the lift.”
You both exhale, exasperated from arguing and from practicing and from the bruises blossoming all over your lower body. Bickering will get you absolutely nowhere but it’s all you have.
Before the two of you leave, Namjoon stops the both of you.
“Dinner together before the end of next week. A decent restaurant too, not a McDonald’s. You guys need to build trust, and you won’t be able to do that by arguing,” he orders, much to Taehyung’s confusion as he exits alongside of you, rambling on about Jimin and his flowers.
You and Jungkook meet eyes for a brief second before turning back to Namjoon and nodding.
Winning gold isn’t all sunshine and daisies. Sometimes, it’s bruises and self-torture as well.
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Jungkook meets you for dinner at a mildly posh restaurant in the center of town, where the food isn’t necessarily dirt cheap, but it’s also not outrageously overpriced. It’s a quaint place, The Yellow Dandelion, that serves exclusively appetizers that are meant to be shared rather than eaten separately. The aura is soft, like the ending to a fairytale, decorated with Christmas lights and candles lining the shelves on the walls.
Jungkook’s already sitting there when you arrive, face windblown from the biting winter breeze. It’s a thin restaurant, booths extending all the wall along the wall on the right and a little bar to your left, the kitchen hiding in the back. You spot him instantly, see him waiting patiently for you, and ignore the hostess entirely as you rush over to him.
“You look cold,” Jungkook deadpans when he sees you. He’s dressed in a pale blue button-down, tucked into some khakis with his bangs brushed neatly to cover his forehead, dancing along his eyelashes. He looks so much different than when you saw him in the coffeeshop, bundled up in a scarf and jacket with his hair brushed up, or in practice, sweaty and cozy and angry.
“You look warm,” you comment in return, noting the pink decorating his cheeks. Or maybe that’s just the hazy light of the restaurant.
“I already ordered us Cokes, if that’s alright with you,” Jungkook says as you sit down across from him, thankful for the table in between the two of you that allows the both of you to keep your distance. Though, knowing Jungkook, you don’t doubt him possibly leaning over the table to make some snarky and mildly sexual remark to you. You nod, taking a look at the menu. It’s a single list of a bunch of fancy, hipster foods that sound both appealing and revolting at the same time.
“What are you going to order?” You ask him mindlessly, eyeing the bowl of pasta with olives and grapefruit. Namjoon always did say you needed to eat more “healthy” carbs, whatever the fuck that means.
“The spinach and artichoke dip, and the garlic bread. I can’t go to a restaurant and not get garlic bread. It’s sacreligious,” Jungkook says, making you laugh slightly. “What about you?”
“I don’t know, will you let me steal some of your garlic bread?” You ask cheekily, not minding the thought of garlic bread very much at all.
“You’re going to steal some regardless of if I say yes or no, so, no, I don’t mind. Have whatever,” he offers.
“I’m not going to let you fucking pay for me this time, you asshole,” you warn him holding up your wallet as a reminder. “This place isn’t cheap.”
“You don’t have to—”
“Let me pay for what I eat, Jeon. I’m not taking no for an answer,” you declare, leaning back firmly in your seat.
“You’re so stubborn,” Jungkook comments to himself, sighing.
“Do you not like stubborn girls? Oh, what a shame! What will I do if the great Jeon Jungkook doesn’t like stubborn girls? Will I have to change my entire personality just so he’ll like me a bit more?” You plead dramatically, looking up to the sky with your hands clasped together. Jungkook frowns in response to your melodrama, an eyebrow quirked in disapproval. You smile pettily at him.
The waitress comes with your Cokes, and you’re happy to have something to occupy your mouth so you don’t launch off into another series of personal attacks on Jeon Jungkook. She takes your orders before disappearing off into the kitchen, leaving you and Jungkook alone with your thoughts once again.
“What’s your favorite time of day?” Jungkook asks, yet another stiff icebreaker (pun intended).
“Like, morning, afternoon, night? That kind of stuff?” You ask. Jungkook nods. “Midnight. Early morning. When the whole world is quiet and you can finally breathe. You?”
“The sunrise,” Jungkook responds, his answer catching you by surprise. He had always seemed like an afternoon kind of guy, when the sun is high and beams down on him with all its might, when its rays filter in through the windows at the top of the rink and illuminates the path on which he skates. Not the sunrise, the calm before the storm as the sky turns orange, purple, and pink.
“Really?” You ask, intrigued. “What for?”
“The only people who are awake to see it are the people who see as much beauty in it as I do,” Jungkook says softly. “I know you think I’m some cold, self-absorbed asshole who only cares about his medals, but I actually have a heart, you know.”
“Huh,” you say. “Who’d have thought.”
Once the food arrives, you and Jungkook spend the rest of the evening offering up the food on your plates to the other until there’s nothing left but crumbs and butter lining them. It’s a little infuriating, really, constantly being offered the other’s food, but when your stomachs are full and there is no room left for dessert, you find yourself pleased with the variety of dishes you’ve had. The bill has already been paid, and perhaps the two of you could just up and leave without another thought to this not-a-date date, but then—
“Why did you start skating, Jungkook?” You ask, playing with your fork as it taps the plate arrythmically. Jungkook’s been staring down at his food or his lap the entire night, but he finally looks up when you mention his name.
“I was four,” Jungkook begins. “And I was at the rink because my older brother had been invited to a birthday party there, and I had to come with. And I had wandered off while my mother was dealing with my older brother, gone to the senior level rinks. And I saw Kim Seokjin.”
“Kim Seokjin? Seriously?” You ask in shock. Kim Seokjin is only a legend to you and everyone else who attends your skating rink, a man who skates with so much elegance yet so much pizzazz, his talent alone earning him a silver medal at the Olympics.
“Seriously. He was practicing there, and it took my breath away. I had craned my neck and was standing on my tiptoes just to catch a glimpse of him as he leaped across the ice like a fucking swan, and I realized that I wanted to do that too. When he finished, he saw me watching him, and he gave me the brightest wave my four-year-old eyes had ever seen. I’ll never forget,” Jungkook says, shaking his head at the nostalgic memory. “I wanted to be just like him.”
The answer seems so unlike the Jungkook you know now (or at least, the Jungkook you think you know). You had always heard, always assumed that Jungkook began figure skating because someone had dared him to when he was little, and he had taken up the challenge with all of his might. You had always assumed that he skated not just because he enjoyed it, but because he was good at it, and because he knew he would always win.
“What about you?” Jungkook asks. “Why did you start skating?”
“When I was in kindergarten, all of my friends were good at something, be it sports, or school, whatever. They were all good at this one thing and I was just, kinda average. Not great and not terrible, either. But I was five, and I wanted something to be good at, something to be proud of,” you begin to explain. “And so my mom, the lovely person she is, signed me up for all of these different things to see if any of them stuck.”
“And then you found the rink,” Jungkook finishes, a knowing grin on his face.
You nod, repeating his words. “And then I found the rink.”
“Isn’t it weird?” Jungkook asks, twirling his fork between his fingers. You hum to show him that you’re paying attention, despite keeping your eyes trained on your twiddling thumbs. “How even though we hate each other, we have so much in common?”
“Like what?” You ask, not because you’re doubtful, or you’re unsure. You ask because you already know, already know that in more ways than one Jungkook is more than meets the eye, so much more than a first impression, but you refuse to let yourself believe it.
“Like how we both started out because we wanted to be something bigger than ourselves,” Jungkook says. “We don’t like the day. You like late nights, and I like the early mornings, because all we want is a little peace and quiet, a time of reflection and thought.”
His words make you wince, not because they are wrong, but because they are true. Because for as long as it has been, you and Jungkook have always been quite similar. You just wouldn’t allow yourself to admit it.
Jungkook continues. “We like bold colors. They’re statement colors, show off the parts of our personality we wouldn’t otherwise broadcast. We are passionate. And devoted. And determined to succeed.” He’s beginning to stand up, gather his belongings as his words make you shiver.
Jeon Jungkook had always been a beautiful horror story to you. Talented in every way one can be talented at skating, but rude. Aloof. Uptight. Not a heartbreaker, because he didn’t date, but a heartbreaker nonetheless, because he didn’t date. You had never imagined getting so close to him, let alone him becoming your ice dancing partner. They were two separate things, Jeon Jungkook and ice dancing, but now, they are one.
The thought straight terrifies you.
You mimic his actions, picking up your coat and your wallet and standing up across from him as you get ready to leave. Jungkook looks just as soft and hazy as he did at the beginning, fairy lights and candles illuminating his features. He smiles awkwardly at you, and you send him an equally tense grin in return.
He walks you to the door, and you leave the restaurant together only to be greeted with the brisk winter breeze, Jack Frost nipping at your nose and turning his ears a cherry red. It’s clear that he’s going one way and you’re going another, and so he smiles at you.
Maybe Namjoon was right. Maybe a couple hours to get to know each other was really all you needed.
You suddenly feel a lot safer, thinking about tomorrow’s practice, where you and Jungkook will spend the entire time working on the lift. You still have yet to land it perfectly, but you are getting closer. He’s only dropped you about a dozen times at this point. But now—though perhaps it’s just the food talking, the winter weather making your brain go hazy—you think you might actually be able to do it. You might actually begin to feel safe in his arms.
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That night, Jeon Jungkook stays up for as long as he possibly can, staring lazily out of his bedroom window to the stars above, catching a glimpse of the moon between the branches of the trees. It is the very early morning when he falls asleep on his windowsill, dreaming of you.
That night, you set fifteen alarms to wake up before the sunrise, managing to get up five minutes ahead of time. You pull on your warmest jacket and rush outside in nothing but slippers, and watch the sky turn from a deep navy to a lilac, to cotton candy pink, to tangerine as the sun slowly creeps over the horizon, thinking of him.
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Despite the strangely enjoyable dinner you shared, you and Jungkook cannot land the final lift. It takes all of your willpower to try, yet it is still not enough, and you collapse on the ice in a heap for what is probably the fifteenth time so far, spent only on this one stunt. Hoseok skates over each time and he has no idea what you are doing wrong, no idea how to the fix the mistakes he cannot figure out you’re making.
At least you’ve stopped blaming each other, though you can’t help the side-eyes you send his way each time you pull yourselves up from the ice to try again.
“That’s it!” Namjoon calls from where he stands outside the rink, “I’m staging another Trust Intervention.” He walks up, as close as he can get to the rink without actually stepping foot on it, and motions for you, Jungkook, and Hoseok to skate over to him. When you’re in front of him, he exhales. “We’re gonna do a trust exercise, and it’s going to be a lot of fun and you guys are going to learn how to depend wholeheartedly on the other person.”
“Are we doing trust falls on the ice?” Jungkook asks excitedly, much to your horror. A trust fall on ice skates sounds like nothing short of disaster.
“Not quite,” Namjoon says hesitantly. You and Jungkook share a wary look.
And that’s how you find yourself blindfolded with Jungkook’s bright red scarf and taking tentative steps onto the rink.
The whole premise of whatever fucked-up trust exercise Namjoon has spontaneously made up is that Jungkook, through voice and voice alone, has to guide you through this path that Hoseok has made on the ice, and you’re not allowed to see where you’re going. You’re just supposed to hope for the best and pray that Jungkook does his job the way he’s supposed to you.
“This is such an awful idea, Coach,” you say, worry lacing your words as you slowly stand your ground on the ice. Jungkook is with you in the rink, but he is not allowed to touch you or guide you with any part of his body other than his words.
“I don’t care, you’re doing it anyway!” Namjoon shouts.
“Okay, skate left,” Jungkook begins, and you take a stride left. “Nope! No, not that far left. A little to the right.”
A small step right.”
“Good. Okay, skate forward for two medium-sized glides,” he instructs. With nowhere to look and nowhere to feel, you follow his words carefully, though you aren’t so sure if the term “medium-sized glide” is as universal as Jungkook thinks it it. Regardless, you do as he tells you, and you don’t hear any objections.
It goes on like this for another ten minutes as you make a movement, hear Jungkook shouting at you that you’ve gone too far, or out of bounds, or you’re about to crash into something, and then carefully follow his next direction. You even feel yourself on the verge of falling a few times, even though your hands are outstretched for balance you don’t technically need since you should know how to ice skate with your eyes closed at this point. This is by far the strangest type of trust exercise that you’ve ever had to engage in, but you will admit that it is a lot of fun.
The scarf on your face smells just like him. It’s a strange thing to think, but when you see nothing but a shadowed red and you are relying entirely on Jungkook’s instructions to complete this nonsensical challenge, your mind’s stuck on him.
(It’s been stuck on him since the dinner.)
The scent wafts through the air that surrounds your clouded mind, and you take in his aroma. He smells like the rink, more than anything else, but he also smells like fresh honey, the kind that’s way too expensive for what it’s worth since honey never goes bad anyway. And he smells like movie theater popcorn, the over-buttered kind that reeks of preservatives and calories but you’ll happily binge on anyway. You wonder if Jungkook’s the type to save his popcorn until the actual movie starts, or eat half of the tub during the commercials and advertisements at the beginning.
And when his voice is the only thing that your ears register, smooth like silk, it begins to sound like music to you. When he’s not offending you or sending you a biting remark, it sounds gentle. It sounds like a literal song, voice light and airy and filled with laughter.
Perhaps it’s just because so many of your senses have been stripped from you, that the rest of them are heightened. Perhaps this is the only reason why Jungkook’s scent is so prevalent to your nose, why his voice makes your heart dance along to the rhythm of his words.
There could be no other explanation, right?
You finish the course successfully, and then it’s Jungkook’s turn. Hoseok rearranges the path  as you skate over to Jungkook with a grin on your face, the scarf balled up in your hand. He turns around so that you can blindfold him.
“This is kinky,” Jungkook says jokingly, nearly making you keel over with laughter.
“Don’t get too excited, Jeon,” you tease him, warning tone to your voice. “The rink’s locker rooms are terrible places to jack off.”
“You think I don’t know that already?” Jungkook asks pointedly, making you glad he can’t see the wide-eyed expression written all over your face. With his hand holding tight onto yours, you guide him to the beginning of the course.
“Forward for one big glide,” you instruct, again, unsure of the universality of the phrase “one big glide.” Jungkook follows your guide, and is one bad step from falling out of bounds.
“How’s that?” He calls out.
“Good! Turn right a little bit,” you instruct, even though the path leads left. What Jungkook doesn’t know won’t kill him.
He listens to your words like a fool because he is no better than one, happily turning to face the wall. You have to try absurdly hard not to burst into laughter.
“Okay, good, good,” you say, choking down your giggles. “Straight, keep going, keep going, stop!” Jungkook comes to a halt less than a foot away from the edge of the rink, teetering on crashing into the plastic. You don’t know if you want to be kind or evil.
“Am I on the right path?” Jungkook asks?
“Yeah, yeah,” you insist, muffling your laughter. “Straight a little more—!”
Crash!
Jungkook steps back wildly, falling on his ass as the scarf dislodges itself from above his ears, falling into his lap. You’re keeling over, slapping your thigh obscenely as you cackle, the sight of a poor, innocent, blindfolded Jungkook colliding with the wall under your instruction too good to resist. Jungkook stands up in indignation, pouting.
With the scarf in his hand, he points an accusatory finger your way. “This is why we can’t get the landing, Y/N! This is why!”
You’re still giggling, unable to wipe the smirk off your face even as Jungkook comes closer and closer, menacing and peeved yet on the verge of laughter as well. Once he’s close enough, he chucks his scarf your way out of anger, and you catch it before the two of you both burst into hysterics. Even the cold-hearted, self-proclaimed Ice Prince can’t resist a good practical joke here and there.
“You got me good,” Jungkook admits, shaking his head. “I was gonna do that to you, you know. But I didn’t, because I thought it was too mean,” he says, making you muffle down your giggles once more. “Clearly, I was wrong.”
“You snooze you lose, Jeon,” you say wisely.
Namjoon, with his skates on for the first time in a while, joins the two of you on the ice.
“Alright,” he says, clapping his hands together as Hoseok cleans up the path. “Obviously, that didn’t go as planned. But that’s alright, because it’s nice to see the two of you smiling together. It’s a good kind of change,” he declares, disappointed that his trust exercise failed but happy to see that he’s gotten something out of it anyway. “You guys might actually have a shot at gold if you land that ending, you know? You could do it.”
“Let’s get to it, then?” Jungkook says, taking your hand as you skate towards the middle of the rink.
Despite all efforts to improve, you and Jungkook still can’t get the ending.
Maybe another time.
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Taehyung comes and visits another one of your practices a week or so later. He’s got four weeks left until his cast comes off and he can get back onto the ice (with discretion, of course), which means three weeks until Nationals, which in turn means three weeks to get this fucking ending down.
He watches happily as the two of you rehearse over and over, each attempt closer than the last to stick the ending and finish with a bang but not close enough, and you almost always end up falling or stumbling or tripping or all three. But each time you turn to look at him, he’s got this gleeful grin on his face, not the least bit discouraged by the fact that you can’t seem to land this damn trick. At least somebody is out here supporting you, even if you don’t know if you can support yourself.
“Ugh, God,” you say, pulling yourself up after having fallen for the nth time so far over these past five weeks.
“Again?” Jungkook supplies, dusting himself off and ignoring the pain that each fall causes to the bruises decorating his legs and arms.
“Again,” you say, nodding tiredly as you join up with him again.
“Wait, wait, before you guys start,” Namjoon’s voice interrupts the two of you as he skates over, handy dandy clipboard under his arm. “Do you guys still want to do this move?”
“What?” You ask, a single eyebrow quirked. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, can you guys still stick with it?” Namjoon asks, genuinely concerned. “Because it’s been five weeks and you haven’t landed it once. I don’t know, I was thinking maybe you guys could come up with an easier lift, one you’ll have less trouble landing. We can’t risk a mistake at Championships.”
“We can do it,” you immediately say, refusing to accept the loser’s way out. This move is your golden ticket to first place. Even if you can’t get it now, you know you’ll be able to later. You swear you will. “I know we can.”
“But you haven’t done it once yet,” Namjoon points out, as if you don’t already know that you’ve never stuck the landing for it. “And Nationals is in three weeks. And I don’t know how much more training you guys will be able to get in before then. If you can’t get it now, who’s to say you’ll be able to get it by then?”
“We can,” you insist. “I swear we can. We’re not going to change up the routine just because we haven’t gotten it yet.” This is your one chance at glory, and you refuse to pass it up.
“Y/N, maybe we should listen to Coach,” Jungkook says hesitantly, following you as you skate back to the ending position, where the lift begins. “If we still haven’t gotten it, maybe we should try a different move—”
“No! We can do it, Coach, I swear. Have some faith in us.” You are persistent, relentless, stubborn. You know Namjoon’s just thinking about what’s best for you and Jungkook and the routine, but you won’t change your mind now. You’ve spent so long trying to do this, and you won’t give up. Hasn’t he noticed? You’re getting closer and closer each time. “Hoseok, hit play.”
Hoseok presses the stereo and the music begins to echo throughout the rink. You and Jungkook skate into the trick, slowly gaining enough speed and momentum so that he can continue to spin while holding you. Step by step, he pulls you into his arms, allows you to stand proudly on his thigh before looping your leg around him to morph into the splits, then hang loosely next to his body as he holds you by nothing but the waist, and then—!
Thud!
Jungkook loses his grip on your waist and the two of you come toppling down once more, his hand behind your head to cushion it from the hard ice. You sigh once more, sitting up together with dejected expressions.
“We can do it,” you insist as Namjoon skates over, saving him the trouble. “I swear, we can.”
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“How was practice today?” Taehyung asks, as if he didn’t watch the entire thing, specifically you falling over. And over. And over.
“Fine,” you say gruffly, adjusting your duffel bag so the padding rests on your shoulder. Jungkook had told you that he’d stay back to get in a bit of solo practice, so he’s not walking out at the same time as you.
“You’re really working that reverse-rotational,” Taehyung comments mindlessly, referencing the final lift. “You almost got it.”
“But almost isn’t good enough,” you groan, exhaling heavily. The move will get you down, rest heavily on your already dampened spirits until you can finally execute it perfectly.
“How’s Jungkook?” Taehyung asks, changing the topic.
“I still hate him…” you tell Taehyung tentatively, “but at least he works hard. I think our routine is amazing, save for the part where we mess up at the end and fall into a puddle on the floor.”
“You should do that at Nationals, as part of the routine. People will think you’re mad. It’ll be great,” Taehyung suggests, though you know he’s kidding.
You scoff. “As if.”
“But you and Jungkook, you guys are okay, right?” Taehyung asks hopefully, looking at you with innocent wide eyes.
You turn around before you can exit the skate center, catch a glimpse of Jungkook skating to the beat of the rap music playing lightly through the shitty speakers of the arena. He’s not doing much, just a couple spins here and there, but he is so easily able to move his body in perfect time, capture the essence of the song with his movements. It’s mesmerizing, watching him. You think you might be able to do it forever.
“Yeah,” you say, letting your eyes linger on his figure. “I guess we’re alright.”
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Two days before Nationals is the first time that you actually do it without falling, without tripping and flubbing up the rest of your routine and missing the ending pose. Twos days before Nationals, and Namjoon and Hoseok are on the verge of a quarter-life crisis because for weeks on end they’ve watched you try to get the final lift over and over and over, to no avail. They’re almost about to cut it from the routine entirely. But stubbornness has always been one of your most unbearable qualities, and you continue to insist that you can do it.
At this point, Hoseok is just trying to fine-tune any last minute things. Nationals is in two days and if you haven’t fixed it already, there’s no way you’ll be able to fix it before the big day. Now, it’s just him skating around the two of you, telling you to lift your leg higher or don’t forget to dig your toe firmly into the ice or grab onto her waist tighter.
What Hoseok, and Namjoon, and Jungkook, and you, are really worried about? The final lift.
If you haven’t gotten it by now the chances of you getting it at Championships are slim to none, so it’s now or never.
You run the program with ease, the music flowing from the speakers to the ice, up your body and through your bloodstream. You live, sleep, and eat the beat of the song, your heart thumps in time to the rhythm. Thank God you picked a song that you’ll never find yourself getting sick of, or you probably would have pulled a double Vincent Van Gogh by now.
The skills come easily to you now, muscle memory propelling you through the routine without so much as a second thought. Jungkook’s touch is not as foreign as it once was, your hands slowly but surely beginning to feel like they belong interlocked with his, the feeling of his palms finding a constant purchase on your waist no longer unnatural, uncomfortable. He is no Taehyung but he doesn’t need to be, not when this routine wasn’t choreographed for you and Taehyung.
It was made for you and him.
Jeon Jungkook is finally starting to feel less like a replacement and more like a partner. You have spent so much time with him these past eight weeks, more time than with Taehyung (and that’s saying a lot, especially considering the fact that the two of you are best friends), and it’s beginning to feel like he’s been your partner this entire time. That this performance you are about to give in front of thousands of people, professional judges, and live cameras, is one that you’ve been planning for for years instead of weeks. That you have been with Jungkook for years instead of weeks.
You don’t know why, but the feeling that Jungkook is slowly starting to melt into the position you once thought Taehyung had secured forevermore is frightening. It’s telling, too, telling you that you’re getting used to being with Jungkook, that your body no longer finds itself immediately repulsed at his touch. It toys with the thought that maybe, one day, you’ll be working him with permanently. It threatens you with the thought that you won’t want to let him go back to single skating, where he truly outshines every single one of his competitors. That you’ll pray he’ll stay with you, instead.
You easily clear the series of twizzles, spinning around on the ice in perfect synchronization not only with the beat of the music, but with each other. The twizzles are some of the hardest skills to master, especially considering that the placement of your skates has to be perfectly balanced so as to continue propelling yourself forward, and you can do them without batting an eye.
You come together right before the big finale, Jungkook reaching out to grab a hold of your outstretched hand and pulling you close to him. He holds your interlocked hands up high and spins you around as you glide across the ice, gaining momentum for the big lift. He places a hand on your waist and meets your eyes, and his hopeful brown ones mix beautifully with your own right before you jump into the lift.
It’s the curve lift first. Jungkook tugs you up and holds you by the thigh as you stand atop his, careful not to pierce his skin as you balance on him, arms outstretched for show. Then, you loop your legs over his shoulder, around his neck, as he begins to rotate in the opposite direction, beginning the reverse-rotational dismount. Your legs form the splits as he begins to pick up speed, and you swear that even over the heavy thump of the rhythm you can hear his heartbeat racing, hear every pound of the beat.
Or perhaps, that’s your own.
Finally, you loop both legs around him so that he is the only thing holding you close to him, back facing the ice as he holds you by the waist as he continues to rapidly rotate.
It all happens so quickly. The entire lift shouldn’t take more than ten, fifteen seconds maximum. Jungkook spins and he spins and he spins and he does not let go of you, keeps his grip as tight as he can as the two of you meet eyes in the midst of it all, staring at each other with such determination, such fierceness, such intensity. Your faces hover so closely to each other, hardly an inch or two apart, the heat of your exhales fanning out over each other’s skin. You hold your breath as you prepare for the dismount. Jungkook spins you around once more, holding onto your waist as your legs come out to rest underneath you, and you hit the ice with a little skip but nothing more, your toepick catching in the ice just barely as the two of you come to a screeching halt.
You’ve done it. You’ve done it and you haven’t stopped staring into Jungkook’s eyes and he hasn’t let go of your waist and you are both panting, panting, panting.
“I got you,” he promises, breathes into your skin as your foreheads rest against each other’s. It’s not even the ending pose, it’s not even the end of the fucking song, but you’ve landed it and you’ve landed it together and that’s all that matters. That’s what will win you the gold. “I got you, I got you.”
It is intimate. Too intimate for your liking, really. You have never been so close, never felt so much, with Jeon Jungkook. You wonder if he can hear how your heartbeat rings through your ears. You wonder if he can tell that with each touch of his fingertips on your skin, goosebumps pop up and a fire ignites.
You wonder if it’s the same for him, though you doubt it is.
You don’t know how long you stay like that, how long you stare into his eyes until you’re drowning in the chocolate of his irises, the caramel that decorates it. Death by sweetness is not the worst way to go, you decide, when you glance you at his lips, so close to yours. They are so tempting, the way they curve into a smile, but you resist for the sake of professionalism, for the sake of winning.
This is a strictly professional relationship. You are figure skaters, nothing more, nothing less. You are one-time ice dancing partners, nothing more, nothing less.
So then why do you feel like you’re missing something?
Namjoon and Hoseok rush over to you, pulling the four of you into a huge group hug as you celebrate sticking the landing, doing it perfectly.
“I told you!” You cry out, smacking Namjoon in the back. “I told you Coach, I knew we could do it!”
Namjoon nods, conceding. “I should have known that the two of you would have been able to pull it off.”
“You guy did awesome today,” Hoseok says as the four of you skate towards the exist. “Practice dismissed. Nationals in two days!” He says giddily, shooting you a thumbs up as you and Jungkook exit the rink, pulling your skate guards on before heading towards the locker rooms.
“Congrats, you guys,” Namjoon says, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so elated. “I can’t believe that you’re so close to national fame. You’re gonna kick ass at Nationals, you know that? You’re gonna knock everyone’s socks off, blow their houses down.”
You smile, nothing more than wholly and completely relieved. Even though this is only the first time you’ve landed it, it feels like a weight has been lifted off of your shoulders, like you can finally breathe again.
“Light practice tomorrow, alright? I just wanna see that ending again, just in case I had been imagining it,” Namjoon asks of the two of you, and you nod happily in return. You never thought you’d be so excited to run through the final lift.
On the way back, you try to keep your distance from Jungkook, the mere thought of being any closer to him sending nerves shooting through your brain, sending shivers down your spine. All that you see every time you blink are his wide eyes, staring back at you, searching for something behind the haze.
“You did a good job today,” Jungkook says mindlessly, and oh God, the conversation has resorted back to ice breakers and small talk.
“Thanks,” you say softly. “You too.”
“What did you think of the lift?” He asks, clearly making a desperate attempt for you to just make eye contact with him, but you will yourself to avoid his piercing gaze. You stay silent for a while, the only sound near you the padding of your skate guards against the arena floor.
“It was good,” you comment quickly, gently, nodding your head slightly.
“It was our best one yet,” Jungkook says, continuing. It’s obvious that all he wants is for you to look at him, and you cannot even offer him that. “I’m telling you—” he says, and even though you are listening to him you wonder if he thinks that you aren’t.
You highly doubt that. Jungkook knows you too well to know when you’re not paying attention to him.
“—if we do it like that at Nationals, we’re guaranteed gold, don’t you think?”
You shrug unhelpfully.
He stops, causing you to do the same on instinct. Before you can turn away from him, he grabs onto your wrist, keeps your feet planted firmly on the ground and forces you to look him in the eyes. He looks so desperate like this.
“You just need to trust me, Y/N,” Jungkook says, gazing into your eyes and hopelessly searching for a response that is deeper than words alone. “Do you trust me?”
You’re scared that if you spend too much time looking into his eyes, you’ll drown in them. Without another word, you pull away from him, running into the locker rooms and not coming out until you’re sure he’s gone.
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When you were little, just starting out as a junior skater, you would watch the televised championships broadcasted on your little box cable television in your living room, always turning around to tell your mother than one day, you’d be there.
Oh, how the times have changed.
You walk into the rink for practice before the big day, duffel bag resting carefully on your shoulder, and you feel the breath leave your lungs. You had only ever dreamed about being here, about standing on that rink and skating out in a national competition, but now you are here, and you will skate in a national competition, and it feels so surreal and overwhelming and you can feel your heart pounding and your mind racing.
Maybe it’s just the feeling of being here, of being so close to living out your dream, only a few more steps away. Or maybe it’s the feeling of being here with Jungkook, being on the verge of victory with him by your side. Both thoughts terrify you equally, though you find that when you think of Jungkook, instead of your heart racing, it stops.
Outside of practice, the two of you have not spoken since the day you conquered the lift, executed it nearly flawlessly with his hands on your waist and your lips hovering above his. During practice, the two of you hardly speak at all, only a few words exchanged here or there discussing the routine.
It’s strange. Two months ago you were hoping and praying that for rest of your time spent together, you would verbally interact with Jungkook as little as possible, and yet here you are, wishing you could do more than just avoid each other. It’s easy to see that something’s changed but it’s difficult to discern why, to sift through the practices and the programs and fake dates and look for something deeper. Maybe Jungkook really has always been like this, cold, aloof, distant, but after getting to know him so closely, so intimately over the past several weeks, you find that hard to believe anymore.
What should be more concerning to you than whatever peculiar relationship you currently share with Jungkook, you realize, is the fact that ever since your last practice back at your home rink, the scent familiar and warm and the scenery comforting, you have not landed the final lift.
In fact, it’s as if you’ve gone right back to square one, with you and Jungkook inevitably doing something wrong on that last turn, the final rotation before he puts you down and you skate into the finale. There’s something that’s changed, a reason why suddenly you’re not getting a lift you thought you had finally mastered, and not only is it stressing you and Jungkook out, it’s sending major panic waves to your coaches, who look like they are in a constant state of absolute crisis.
“Again,” Hoseok orders from where he leans against the edge of the rink, watching the two of you rehearse the move over and over.
You groan, stretching and cracking the bones at the bottom of your back, the muscles tight from so many contorted positions. You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve repeated it, attempting to land the lift to no avail. Turning your head, you look towards Jungkook, who is already skating back to the starting position with a solemn expression on his face, one of serious concentration and nothing else. He looks so different like this, empty and hollow. The life in his blood has drained out, leaving nothing but dust in its place.
You skate over to him, lining your feet up exactly so you can gain momentum with a couple of loops and diagonals before he is able to maintain the speed throughout the trick. With his hands placed gently on your waist, they no longer feel the way they used to. There’s something missing, something you cannot quite pinpoint, not even as Jungkook pulls you up onto his thigh and the stunt begins.
As per usual, everything goes swimmingly up until the last part, with your back facing the ice, your arms stretched out like an acrobat as he holds onto your waist and nothing else. When he pulls you back up for you to land safely, there is always a stumble, a trip, and then a fall, and the two of you come tumbling down within another second.
Ignoring the looks from the other skaters, the two of you get up and make your way back to Hoseok, who has been rubbing at his temples in worry the entire time. You don’t even want to think about what Namjoon is doing, who told the three of you that he would be going to the bathroom fifteen minutes ago. The poor guy might actually lose his mind.
“Want us to run it again?” Jungkook asks, an eyebrow raised in inquiry. He’s already beginning to turn around to go back to the designated spot.
“No, no,” Hoseok says, shaking his head. “You guys have run it enough. No point in trying any longer.”
“Coach,” you say, expression falling. Is he just giving up on you? Is that what this has come to?
“Really, I know you guys can do it. It’s too late to cut it out of the routine, anyway, so we shouldn’t even bother,” Hoseok insists, hand coming down from his forehead to grip the railing that surrounds the rink. “You’re probably really tired, too. You should get some rest before the competition tomorrow, since you’re gonna be putting all of your effort into it.”
“Coach, what’s wrong?” You ask, scurrying over to the exit to the ice rink, tugging on your skate guards and walking over. You’re only aware that Jungkook is following you because you can hear the distinct click of his guards being attached to his blades.
Hoseok takes a deep breath, exhaling the same way. He sits down on the bench nearby, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. You sit down next to him, concerned. What if you being able to do the trick the entire time was just a fluke? Dumb luck? What if you really cannot do it, and you fall in front of thousands of people and professional judges and live cameras tomorrow, kissing your gold goodbye?
Is it your fault? Are you doing something wrong?
Or is it Jungkook?
You cannot believe you are resorting to pointing fingers and placing blame, just like you had a month ago. You thought you had moved on from that, but the stress is getting to your brain and nerves jitter throughout your body and you don’t know how to stop them. You’ve been shaking for three days straight.
“Nothing,” Hoseok tells you, but you both know he’s lying. “I’m just… understandably worried about tomorrow. You know, because.”
“Is there anything we can do?” You ask.
Hoseok chuckles. “Yeah, land the lift tomorrow.”
You force a smile, looking up to Jungkook as he stands beside the bench, gazing out towards the rink with his arms crossed over his chest. You don’t know if you can muster up the courage to talk to him.
It’s like day one, all over again.
“We’re gonna try our hardest, right Jungkook?” You say, the sound of his name as it leaves your lips snapping him out of his trance. He turns to you with wide eyes, brown and big and beautiful, before shifting his view to Hoseok and nodding.
“We got this, Coach,” he says, that signature cocky lilt peeking in through each syllable. “We’re gonna fucking nail it tomorrow, nobody out there is gonna know what hit them.”
Though Hoseok looks hardly convinced, he cracks a grin nonetheless, getting up with a heave and bidding the two of you good luck, dismissing you from your final practice together.
It feels weird. The thought of this being your final practice before competition, your first and last one together. And then, Taehyung’s leg will have healed and he will be free to skate again, with some caution, of course. And Jungkook will go back to ruling the men’s single skate, collecting medals by the dozen, and he will forget all about the time he got dragged into ice dancing with a girl he barely knew.
You almost don’t want to leave, want to savor the moment for as long as you can before it disintegrates in your hands. Over the past two months, dare you say, Jeon Jungkook has become something of a friend. He has become someone you find yourself blindly trusting, someone you’ll put all of your faith into even if in the end he will steer you wrong. He has become someone you don’t want to forget, but someone you know you should. After all, this is a one time thing. When you return home from competition, with potential gold medals hanging proudly from your necks, you will part ways.
The next day, you will walk in with Taehyung by your side and begin to prep for next season, learning the new skills Namjoon will teach you and mastering the choreography Hoseok will create. And you will spot Jungkook at another rink, skating alone to music playing from his wireless headphones. He will come to a stop at the same time as you, and you will meet eyes and wonder what might have happened if he stayed.
And everything will go back to normal.
You begin to walk from the arena, making your way to the hotel across the street to settle in for the night and prepare for tomorrow. There’s a sheet mask with your name written all over it waiting in the bathroom in your room, and you want nothing more than to sink into a hot bath and cover your face in skincare products.
“See you tomorrow?” Jungkook asks casually once you’ve gotten to the door to your room. His room is just across from yours. His tone is nonchalant, distant. His words feel like an obligation, rather than a choice.
Just like the ice dancing.
You nod, hand on the doorknob as you begin to turn your back to him to head inside. “See you tomorrow.”
You make your way inside, shutting the door behind you quickly and peering through the peephole. Jungkook waits outside his door for a little bit, staring straight at yours for a moment too long before shaking his head slightly and retreating to his room himself. You wonder what he’s thinking, what’s going on in his mind.
Before long, all thoughts of Jungkook are forgotten as you collapse in your bathtub, letting the water wash over you like waves pulling you away from the shore.
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Your entire life thus far has been preparing you for this one day, you decide as you stand in the sidelines, watching the other skaters glide gracefully across the ice as warm-ups. You and Jungkook are the last ones to go on for the free skate (having acquired the highest short dance score, thank God), meaning you will in turn be the last ones to warm up for it.
As Jungkook is adjusting the tights wrapped around his legs, Taehyung pulls you aside. He had accompanied your little herd to Nationals, quoting “moral support” as his reasoning for being there. Namjoon and Hoseok are too soft for him to reject him, so here he is.
“Y/N,” Taehyung says, and the serious tone tells you that he’s not about to tell you some lame joke about one of the other figure skaters.
“What?” You ask, glancing up at the digital clock floating along the rim of the seats.
“You haven’t been getting the lift with Jungkook,” Taehyung points out, and you are suddenly reminded that throughout all of the practices you have had so far at Nationals, he’s been watching every single one. Taehyung knows you better than anyone else, like the back of his hand, and he can typically tell when something is going wrong. “Coach Namjoon said you had been getting it a ton back home… what’s happened?”
“Not you,” you say with a groan, tilting your head back in exasperation. It seems that everyone around you is concerned with the lift and nothing else, each word placing another pound of pressure atop your shoulders. “Yes, we haven’t been getting it recently. Why?”
“Because you’ve gotten it before,” Taehyung says, “and I don’t understand what’s changed.”
Neither do you. “Nothing’s changed,” you spit quickly, already regretting how bitter the words sound as they leave your mouth.
“Why are you so stiff?” Taehyung asks, getting progressively more concerned. “You’re never like this before comps.”
You scoff. “I’m not stiff.”
Taehyung tuts. “You’re so stubborn sometimes. Look at you,” he says, motioning down to you. You’re tapping your guarded skate incessantly on the arena floor, your eyebrows are on a constant state of knitted together, and your arms are crossed tightly over your chest, wrists itchy from all of the glitter on your costume. “You’re all tense. Want me to massage you?”
Only Taehyung would offer a massage to you while in a cast, balancing on crutches. “I don’t need a massage, Taehyung.”
“Is it Jungkook?”
His name catches you off guard, as it so often does these days. “What?”
Taehyung leans in closer. “Is he making you feel this way?”
You’re rendered speechless. “I…”
Taehyung looks at you gently, searching in your eyes for an answer he knows you won’t give him outright. “If he’s giving you a hard time, just say something, Y/N.”
“That’s the thing,” you find yourself whispering, so quiet you can barely hear yourself over the thumping of your heart.
“What?” Taehyung asks, thoroughly confused with where you’re going with this.
“I don’t…” You begin hesitantly, hoping and praying that he isn’t listening in. “I don’t know how I feel about him, alright?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I can’t figure it out,” you say, and this might be the most honest you’ve been with yourself in a long while. “I just…”
“Do you like him?” Taehyung asks, finally beginning to connect the dots together in his mind. He’s got a little smile on his face, a knowing one that already tells you everything.
“I don’t know!” You respond, raising your voice out of pure stress. All of these questions are slowly driving you mad. All you want are answers, concrete things to feel and see and touch, but the thought of Jungkook is none of those things, and you find yourself left with nothing but more questions.
“Y/N,” Taehyung says softly. “Seriously, you don’t need to be so scared if you do like him.” He says, reaching out a soothing hand to rest on your upper arm. The touch makes you shiver, but maybe you’ve just been so deprived of human touch recently that everything feels foreign.
“I’m not scared,” you say sharply.
Taehyung frowns. “You look terrified.”
You make absolutely no attempt to mask what is definitely a frightened expression on your face. All you say is, “I’m not scared! I’m just…” you trail off, at a loss for words. “I don’t know what I am, Tae.”
Taehyung beams, seemingly having an answer to every single one of your questions. Maybe this is what he’s been doing these past few weeks he’s spent not skating, falling in love with that guy named Jimin and suddenly becoming the Local Love Expert, guiding you with a hand on your back. “You’re a talented ice dancer who may or may not be in love with her partner but it doesn’t matter because you’re gonna kick ass either way,” he promises proudly.
You crack a smile, perhaps out of desperation, perhaps out of relief.
“Taehyung,” you say, voice pleading. “What do I do…”
Taehyung holds both of your hands in his, looking intently into your eyes with the determination of a man about to go off to war. “You go out there and put all of your trust in Jungkook and give the best damn show of your life, that’s what.”
“Taehyung…”
“If you’re worried about Jungkook, Y/N, don’t be,” he promises softly, and you finally turn your head to Jungkook as he begins to walk towards the ice rink to warm up for your performance. He’s covered in sparkles from head to toe but his eyes glitter the brightest. “Have you even seen him? He treats you like a snowflake. Like one wrong move, and he’ll lose you forever.”
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When the time comes for you and Jungkook to close out the show with your program, you find that the nerves in your body have been replaced by an overwhelming sense of dread, instead.
You dread the way he will put his hands on your waist or your cheek or your neck and the way you will melt into his touch, caving into the feeling. You dread the final lift, the one that not only the gold medal, but any medal is riding on. You dread the conclusion to your performance, when the crowd will cheer for a couple that is nothing more than a farce, a one-time deal, and you will pretend that it will be like this forever. You dread the feeling of nervous anticipation at the end, where you will be anxiously waiting for your score. You dread the arrival of tomorrow, when Jungkook will slip between your fingertips before you even get a chance to say goodbye.
Jeon Jungkook can promise you nothing more than what will happen in the next four minutes, whether it be good or bad, and while that sinking feeling in your chest tells you that it isn’t enough, your heart is willing to take it.
You meet up with Jungkook right at the entrance to the rink. He looks at you with a determination in his eyes and spunk in his wild smile, and you think that out of all of the Jungkooks you know, this one is your favorite. He takes your hand in his, holds it securely in his grip with a refusal to let you go, and the two of you skate onto the ice to cheers.
After doing a half a lap each, the two of you join in the center of the rink. You line up in the post Hoseok had instructed you so carefully to do, take in a deep breath, and the music begins.
Muscle memory, at this point, is what keeps your racing heart from thumping right out of your chest. You have rehearsed this routine so many times that it is practically engraved on the inside of your eyelids, embedded in your bloodstream.
Muscle memory is also what keeps you from thinking about Jungkook for too long, from thinking about the way he holds onto you like you’ll fly away if he lets go, the way he refuses to stop staring into your eyes as you glide across the ice like swans. Hoseok had choreographed your new routine with the intention of taking the anger you once felt towards him and turning it into passion. But now, instead of anger is something softer, something more delicate. But Jungkook refuses to give in, the fire igniting in his eyes with every turn he makes, and you realize that passion is what will give you the score. Love is what will give you the medal.
You skate along with ease, feeling the way you melt under his hot touch but doing nothing to stop it, not as he leads you through the first lift to a chorus of applause and hoots from the crowd. When you separate for the first series of twizzles, though you no longer feel his touch, the ghost of his fingertips dance along your skin, sending a lightning bolt to your heart as you spin in synchronization.
You wonder what you must look like to an outsider, right now. What the people watching see. Do they see a pair of ice dancers, shredding up the rink as they attempt to get the gold? Or do they see something more? Do they see the devotion in your eyes, the dedication you have for the sport? Or do they see the way your eyes never leave Jungkook’s, not unless they absolutely must. The way you lean into his touch despite it ruining your perfectly straight form. Can they see that, as well?
With the second lift successfully cleared, you begin to gain a little more confidence. There’s less than a minute left in your routine and you still have the last lift to go, the most comprehensive of them all. But even as the seconds tick down it feels like time stretches out, like you’ve been skating with Jungkook for years and this is just a measly four minutes, but it is so much more than that.
As you approach the final lift, your speed the only thing propelling you into his arms, time stops. It freezes entirely, leaves the two of you zooming forwards as it comes to a halt. Your surroundings seem to blur when he puts his hands on you, pulls you up onto his thigh for the first part of the lift. They turn to white in the second part, and suddenly Jungkook is the only thing you can focus on, the only thing you can think of. All that flashes through your mind as you loop yourself into the final hold is his name, Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook. He is the only thing on your mind. He is the only person who has your heart.
And you land, blades falling firmly onto the ice as you spin outwards, not a single stumble in sight.
The crowd suddenly reappears, and around you the setting becomes clear as day. The cheers are deafening but you can hardly hear them, not as you make eye contact with him and he smiles, grins, beams. Just in time with the music, the program ends with the two of you holding each other close, his arms wrapped around your waist and your palms holding his cheeks, foreheads resting against each other.
Perhaps you can make out Namjoon and Hoseok shouting from the sidelines, Taehyung yelling from his spot on the benches nearby, but all you can feel is Jungkook’s hot breath fanning out over your skin, and the warmth of his body as he tugs you in tightly.
Finally, after what feels like a million years too short, you part, nothing but the biggest and brightest smiles breaking out onto your faces. Customary to the tradition, you both bow to the audience, holding each other’s hands as you thank them, turning in each direction so as not to miss a single person.
He lets go of your hand so that you may begin to skate around yourselves, waving to the cheering audience. You skate around each other, getting every part of the arena. You look down into the sidelines and see Namjoon and Hoseok shouting for you, pumping their firsts up in the air. Your vision’s never been the greatest, but is that Namjoon crying?
When you turn back, you see Jungkook skating around as the audience showers the rink in roses and other celebratory flowers. He beams with the light of a thousand suns, and you wonder if you stare at him for too long, if you’ll go blind. And then you decide that even so, falling in love with him isn’t so bad.
After the applause dies down, you and Jungkook skate back to the exit, where Namjoon is happily holding your skate guards as he waits for you. As you step onto the pavement, he pulls you both in for a bone-crushing hug, words muffled from how excited he is.
“You did it!” Hoseok says as he comes bounding over, giving you a high-five that’s definitely going to sting for a while. “I’m so proud of you guys! I knew you wouldn’t let me down!”
You and Jungkook are both equally terrible at responding to compliments, and the feeling of them coming in by the dozen overwhelms you slightly. But, before you can walk over to the platform to receive your scores, you feel someone wrapping their arms around your torso.
“You just fucking murdered everyone!” Taehyung shouts, loud enough for the other couples to hear as they pass by you. “We’re all deceased! All of us!”
You laugh, pulling in Taehyung for the biggest one-legged hug you’ve ever received. When you part, he grins.
“I never thought I’d say this, but I’m so fucking glad I broke my leg,” Taehyung tells you, and the comment both horrifies you and flatters you.
Not a moment after, Namjoon is patting your back and motioning for you to join him and Jungkook on the bench at the platform where you will receive your scores, find out if you’ve won gold. You scurry over, taking a soft seat next to Jungkook as his hands instinctively come to grab onto yours, holding them tight as you look up at the scoreboard.
What happens next is mostly a blur.
You can only catch a quick glimpse of your names, being moved up to first place, before you hear Namjoon shout as he pumps his fist in the air. Suddenly, you feel Jungkook wrapping himself around you, pulling you in for the tightest hug of your life as tears suddenly begin to well up in your eyes. It all feels like it’s happening in slow-motion, like your life is a movie and this is the part where all of the music and dialogue cut out and there is nothing left but slow-motion film.
And then, Jungkook’s palms are on your cheeks and he meets your eyes with his crescent ones, and he kisses you.
In front of thousands of people, on national television, he kisses you. And you’ll be damned if you don’t kiss back. The audience erupts into cheers yet again, but you drown them out with the feeling of his lips on yours. He is warm and bright and wonderful, and his lips are as soft and as sweet as you had hoped. Jungkook kisses you on national television, in front of skaters, judges, audience members, and you feel like the world has stopped but you keep going. You feel like you’re floating off into space, and the stars are beautiful but so is Jungkook.
You part, heavy breaths and heaving chests, before Jungkook tugs you up from where you were seated on the bench so that you can wave once more. Not only are you gold-medalists in a national competition, but you are also lovers.
Though perhaps, you always have been.
(Later, at the medal ceremony, you and Jungkook are standing high on the top of the podium, unable to hold back your smiles. With bouquets in your hands and medals around your necks, you turn to Jungkook and he squeezes your hand tightly in response, and you feel like you can conquer the world.)
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On the way back to the hotel room, the adrenaline rush slowly filtering out of your system with each passing second, you glance down to your interlocked hands and wonder aloud: “When did you realize you loved me?”
Jungkook seems caught off guard, pausing in the lobby of your posh hotel as he begins to think. You turn to face him, looking at him with curiosity lacing your features.
“I know,” he says, as if he’s just had a mental contemplation with himself to discern the moment in its entirety. “When we were doing that trust exercise, and you crashed me into the wall.”
“That was when you fell in love with me?” You ask in shock, mouth dropped open.
“Well, no, not really,” Jungkook reasons carefully. “I think I had fallen in love with you a while before then. But then, when I pulled off the scarf and saw you keeling over with laughter, I realized it.”
You hum, nodding at his response as you begin to slowly but surely make your way to the elevators. Ever since the win, it seems that time has just gotten progressively slower, like it’s beginning to cater to all of the lost time you and Jungkook share.
“What about you, hmm? When did you fall in love with me?” He asks cheekily, nudging your arm gently as he pushes the up button on the wall.
“Did I fall in love with you?” You jokingly say, furrowing your brows as you pretend to debate the topic. Jungkook pouts, and his face is just too cute to resist. “I fell in love with you the first time we had gotten on the ice together. Namjoon made us skate laps while holding each other’s hands, and while my mind didn’t initially register it, my heart realized that you were the person I had been waiting for.”
Jungkook grins at your answer, leaning down to nuzzle your nose gently with his own. The elevator door opens beside you, the familiar ding echoing throughout the end of the hallway.  Jungkook smiles, pulling you into compact space and pressing you against the wall as you gasp in surprise. Right as the doors close, he leans in close, his lips dancing over yours.
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You lose track of time when you’re with Jungkook. The last thing you can remember is him tugging you out of the elevator once it reached your floor, your collarbones and neck already beginning to blossom with bruises—and not from falling on the ice—and pulling you into his hotel room, shutting the door behind you.
All that’s on your mind, all that is ever on your mind, is Jungkook. The softness of his hair as your fingers entangle themselves in it, tugging on the strands to pull him impossibly closer. The crinkles by his eyes when he smiles as he leans into you, soft pink lips grazing your own, teasing you. The curve of his body, the way you fit so snugly next to it, like two pieces of a puzzle meant to complete each other. He is the final piece of your missing puzzle, the piece you had always thought you’d lost, the one you almost give up on. That is Jungkook in every sense of the word, every electrifying feeling he leaves in a path of fire down your skin.
You kiss. For hours on end, you kiss, unable to get enough of the taste of each other, the feel of your bodies pressed together not in a lustful way, but in a loving way. You sit on his bed for hours and you just kiss, pressing your lips together and refusing to part. He is the air that you breathe.
It’s 2AM when something is finally done.
Namjoon, key card in hand, roughly and abruptly opens the door to his room, knowing fully well what the two of you are doing in there. You part like deer caught in the headlights, jumping back from each other even though it’s only Namjoon, but he’s seen you kiss enough today.
“Alright, out, Y/N,” he orders, much to you and Jungkook’s dismay. He pouts as you stand up, reaching an arm out to touch you a final time. “Stop canoodling.”
“Don’t leave me,” Jungkook begs.
Namjoon rolls his eyes. “You’re gonna see her in like, five hours. Calm down, Jeon,” he says, sighing as you make your way to your own room, still hazy from the high, drunk off of his touch. “You can canoodle whenever. You’re together now, aren’t you?”
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Taehyung gets his cast off and by the next day, he’s back on the ice despite all warnings from his doctor to Not Do That. You tell him to listen to his physician and lay off the intense physical exercise for a while, considering the bone just healed, but Taehyung insists otherwise.
He’s not your partner anymore, for ice dancing. Obviously, he is not your partner, not when every day you walk in five minutes late to practice with Jungkook on your arm and a coffee mug in your hand. Your noses are always frostbitten from the cold, and you’re always smiling. Namjoon’s learned to accept it, especially since you’re his best ice dancing duo anyway. Taehyung had walked in the day after Nationals, took one look at the two of you, and happily gave up his position as your partner.
His reasoning? “You finally have a refutable love life, Y/N. I’m not gonna fuck that up.”
He’s a single skater now, and Hoseok says he is doing remarkably well for someone who has spent his entire ice skating career thus far relying on another person to do half of the work.
By now, everyone in the country knows who you are. Besides being the reigning national champions, apparently your relationship is just super adorable to a majority of the population, everyone obsessing over how #relationshipgoals you constantly are as you make too many posts about each other on your Instagrams and spend fifteen minutes during interviews talking about what you love about the other person. It seems, to the public at least, that the two of you simply cannot get enough of each other, and while that’s not necessarily true, it’s pretty obvious how infatuated you are with each other.
But hey, nobody’s complaining.
One question you find yourselves getting a lot, with each TV interview and radio show you do, is how you ended up meeting, especially since Jungkook had previously been a solo skater and you had been working with Taehyung. And each time, Jungkook shares a knowing smile with you, one that makes your heart burst into song, and he says, “Well, it all started with a broken leg…”
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Episode 17: Amuro Deserts
wonder what the final straw is for amuro this episode
the transformation from core fighter to gundam is silly, but them doing training exercises makes up for a lot
also the op into actual content, then narration is nice
interesting that the word translated to "deserts" is "dassou". weird linguistic convergence there
amuro is gaming! on paper and pen with a 70s computer doing green and black results. really cool stuff!
the interrogation room is very funny to me.
oh you just see a tit in this episode? wild what you can get away with on japanese tv. not even done in a gross way, just stood out to me
also if this was made today the kikka thing would be so much grosser. honestly, even if it was done the same way i'd still be worried about the show
did that serve any purpose beyond it being kind of funny to see amuro all flustered?? we'll see!
hamon and ramba ral look sick with those coats
he looks way older than her, but apparently he's only 35???? anime ages are wild. i can buy her being ~35 i guess
sayla coming in clutch in this escape attempt! also he's right, they are amateurs
why is amuro in the guntank? a lot of things are going wrong rn
that's super important info that got leaked! char knew, but he might have been the only one to survive, and i'm not sure he really cared
sayla doesn't have a great track record with pointing guns at people
"mr bright doesn't really understand tactics yet." you are 15!!!! "fighting everything with the gundam isn't always best" ah well i know you have no way of knowing this but the show is mobile suit gundam not guntank!
if i were amuro i would never get in the guntank. strictly inferior. unless the gundam is still being repaired
lmao at the little loony tunes eye gag when he trips on haro
amuro tactics fail
i don't think you should bazooka the airlock room door! that's important if you go back to space!
rip that guy. good on him for not taking the kids hostage though
sayla ice cold!
i think they ripped this music for evangelion! (17:20)
they're really selling ramba ral as a threat here
amuro's really going through it, huh
brights right, but idk if that's going to convince amuro
him overhearing that conversation is convenient, but whatever
jesus bright! spare a moment to remember the person!
i thought the title would be about amuro leaving and coming back at the end, like that one episode of eva, but he's leaving at the end. wonder what comes next to make him come back?
also i guess the bathroom scene was just pointless? maybe they had time to fill and decided fanservice was what the show needed. oh well, it wasn't too bad
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parchmints · 6 years
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JuLance Day 20 - Sacrifice
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day 20/31 - Sacrifice
Set two weeks after the start of their road trip. 
(So I totally wrote this last night before jds said anything about the Lions not having showers! But yeah, I know things look bad rn, but I’m gonna still write klance no matter what so I hope you can enjoy!)
Day 20: Sacrifice
The team has been traveling for two weeks and finally--finally--they find a planet with water. The Lions have plenty of rations to keep the team from getting dehydrated, but none of them have showered or washed their clothes in two weeks and Lance is in misery. He’s the first one to rush out of his Lion and bathe himself thoroughly in the nearby lake that’s surrounded by tall grass providing adequate privacy.
Later in the day, he takes his clothes, his extra bodysuits, and armor to the edge of the lake to give them all a good cleaning. It’s normally a chore he would hate--washing everything by hand--but it feels like a small luxury to him now. The cool water on his hands, the satisfying feeling of scrubbing away all the grime from the smooth fabric, how it all reminds him of his humanity; it’s just really nice.
He scrubs away, sudsing up his hands and the fabric of one of his bodysuits, making sure to get every nook-and-cranny when he hears something rustle behind him. He looks over his shoulder, and through the tall grass, Krolia’s tall frame emerges.
Surprised, Lance blinks up at her. They’ve never really talked since they started the road trip, as she always rides with Keith in Black, and he’s not super sure how to act around her. But when she gives him a kind smile, he feels a little bit more at ease.
“Mind if I join you?” she asks, lifting up a crate full of clothes for him to see.
“Oh, yeah. Of course.”
Krolia nods and Lance scooches to one side to give her enough room. She accepts the invitation and kneels down on the spot, grabbing a burnt orange shirt from the top of her pile. Lance goes back to his own pile and for several minutes, they silently wash their clothes.
Usually, Lance can start a conversation with anyone, but there’s something nerve-wracking about making small talk with Keith’s Galran mother. He weirdly wants to leave a good impression on her, which he attributes to always being that kid his friends’ parents loved. But somehow, it feels different.
Luckily, it’s Krolia who breaks the silence first.
“How are you holding up?” she asks, eyes still trained on her clothes.
“Oh, you mean with the whole space road trip thing? I mean, it’s kind of a drag with the whole lack of running water thing, but yeah, I’m okay. How about you?”
“Similarly. When Keith and I were on the quantum abyss creatures, we both had to learn patience, so it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“Yeah. That must have been really hard--spending two years just floating around.”
“I think it was harder for Keith than for me.”
Lance looks at her then, curious to see her expression, but it’s blank as she continues to wash her garments. “Why?”
“Because,” she starts, a small smile pulling from her lips, “I got to spend two years with my son. There was no one else I desired to go back to, but that wasn’t true for him.”
“Do you mean us?” Lance asks, throat going dry. There was something so tragic about Keith losing two years of his life in the abyss of space while everything else continued on as normal.
Krolia nods at the question, still smiling. “He missed you all. I could tell. He spoke of you often and that--plus the visions I saw--I felt like I knew you all before I met you.”
“Wait, you saw visions of us? Like Keith’s memories?”   
“Something like that, yes.”
“Um, what did you see?”
Krolia smirks at the question and scrubs harder at the piece of cloth she’s working on.
“Just you causing a lot of problems for my son,” she says, looking at Lance with a sudden, menacing glare.
“I didn’t--I haven’t--” Lance starts, panicking.
“Relax,” Krolia starts, smile returning. “I’m kidding. Actually, I’ve been meaning to thank you.”
“Thank me? For what?”
“You’ve been a good friend to Keith. Especially after Shiro disappeared. I appreciate you being there for him.”
“Oh, well, I mean, it was no big deal--”
“No, it was. And I know Keith thinks so as well,” Krolia says with such authority that Lance can’t disagree with her.
“Oh,” Lance says, putting his attention back on his half-clean bodysuit. “Then, you’re welcome.”
Krolia doesn’t respond and instead goes back to her task, but the silence is less tense than before. Lance lets himself get sucked into the calming repetitiveness of wringing out the fabric and the gentle sound of cloth being swished around in water.
“Are you excited to go back?” Krolia asks, breaking the silence again.
“Oh, man, I can’t wait,” Lance says, smile popping up on his face before he can think to control it. “I’m gonna see my family, go surfing, eat ice cream, tons of stuff. You were on Earth before, right? Are you excited to go back?”
“I was, yes, but I had to rejoin the Blade. I wouldn’t say excited is the right word, but I will be glad to see Earth again.”
Lance watches her, curious to see how she looks in that moment, because he can definitely hear the sad lilt in her voice. “You left to rejoin the Blade?”
“Not exactly. I left to keep Earth and the two most important people to me safe. I didn’t have much of a choice.”
“That’s...awful. I’m sorry.”
“I did what I had to.”
Lance tries to put himself in her shoes, tries to imagine having a family and then having to leave them because your very presence puts them in danger.
It’s actually...not that hard to imagine.
Because it’s fairly similar to his own situation.
Lance’s stomach drops at the realization. He’s always felt guilty about leaving Earth without any way to contact his family, but now that they’re actually going home, what if his family is angry? What if they’re hurt and they never look at him the same way again?
“Krolia, can I ask you a question?” Lance asks, voice a little shaky. Krolia must be able to hear the tremor because she stops washing to look at Lance.
“What is it?”
“Just...um, when you had to go, was Keith’s dad mad? What about Keith? Was he mad when he saw you again?”
Krolia tilts her head, confused. “Why are you asking me this?”
Lance’s hands tighten around the wet bodysuit he’s holding and his mouth goes dry.
“I didn’t--I wasn’t able to tell my family when we got blasted into space and I guess I was just wondering how they might react when I get back…”
“I see…” Krolia says before sighing. “Well, I can’t speak for everyone, but Keith’s father wasn’t angry, just sad. We both were. And Keith, he…” She stops and closes her eyes for just a moment to collect herself before continuing on. “It was tense at first, but when I explained it to him, when he realized the sacrifice I made to keep the Earth safe, to keep him safe, I think he understood. He knows now that it wasn’t something I wanted to do, but something I had to do.”
Lance stares at her and his heart squeezes because it hits him now, more than ever, what a bad hand Keith and his family were dealt. He shouldn’t have even brought this up since it’s obviously a painful memory.
“I’m really sorry, Krolia,” Lance says, sincere.
“Don’t apologize. I wouldn’t have done anything differently,” she says, looking at her knees before looking back up at Lance. “But Lance, I think that even if you scared your family, and even if they get mad, I think they’ll listen to you. I think once they hear of everything you’ve done and all the sacrifices you’ve made, they’ll understand. It might not happen overnight, but they’ll understand.”
Krolia smiles at him then, small but warm and it’s in that moment that Lance thinks she feels very much like a mother.
He smiles back at her. “Thanks.”
“Of course.”
“And Krolia?”
“Yes?”
“I’m really, really glad you and Keith found each other again.”
Krolia’s eyes widen just a fraction at the sentiment, but then go soft as she lets herself smile again. Lance thinks she has a silent warmth to her that reminds him vaguely of Keith.
“Yes,” she says, grabbing another piece of clothing from her crate. “I am too.”
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onlyjihoons · 7 years
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figureskater!jihoon
a/n: based off this picture!
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you and jihoon had this unspoken rivalry that till this day, no one knows why
except your coach and jihoon
essentially, you and jihoon trained under the same coach when the two of you were younger
one day your coach praised you for nailing a camel spin and jihoon was jealous
not because he didnt have the ability to do so, but your coach rarely compliments the both of you
so from then on he started to lowkey hate you bc you were the "first" skater to break the "no compliment" facąde of your coach
and then it just got worse when the both of you started to enter competitions
the both of you do top your catergories and your coach praised the both of you nonetheless
but jihoon cant seem to let the hatred go,, despite being older than you
your coach found it funny how jihoon couldnt let his childhood jealousy go after so many years of training together
like,,, youve matured in your looks but not your jealousy??
you on the other hand had no idea why jihoon hated you sm
so you just hated him back LOL
during training, the both of you would be uber competetive
oh jihoon did a double axel? you would do a triple axel and double toe combination
oh you did a biellman spin?? jihoon would do a biellman spin and then an I spin right after
thank you wikipedia and yuzuru hanyu
its just hella competetive between the both of you its just so funny
your fellow best friend, also figure skater!daehwi would lowkey be worried for you
bc all those spins and jumps?? like wont you fall or smth
you just huffed, "yah, lee daehwi, are you underestimating me rn??"
"no, im just afraid that you will get hurt:(("
on the other hand, fellow figure skater!guanlin tries to salvage a friendship
"but hyung, she did nothing wrong to--"
"shut up guanlin you know no shit"
you do have friends you meet outside of korea during competitions
like,, wakaba higuchi(yall i love her ksndksksm)
and they always tease you about jihoon
but you always shake your head and threaten to loosen the laces in their skates if they uttered the word "Jihoon" one more time
during competition season it was always common for fellow skaters to evaluate between themselves
and this time, ice prince baejin was your mentor
(also do check out iris' figure skater!baejin)
he was like the yuzuru hanyu of your team
there was this certain element in your routine which was pretty difficult to nail
which is a triple axel and a triple loop
you asked your coach to cut it down to a double loop instead but he told you he had faith in you so you felt bad and just tried to nail it from scratch
and of course, baejin was worried but neither was he in any position to change your routine
so he had to help you and guide you through
he was patient in every step and made sure your landing does not compromise on your ankle
meanwhile, as jihoon watched the both of you interact he cant help but to feel a certain feeling bubbling at the put of his stomach
was it jealousy? was it anger?
he could only watch afar when baejin pulled you up from your fall as the both of you exchanged giggles
so jihoon just skated around the rink, trying to show off a few jumps and spins as perfect as possible
baejin saw it, and smirked, "why dont your coach get Jihoon-hyung to help you? hes the best at jumps though,"
you could only smile sheepishly, "we arent really close enough to do that"
"ah..." it all clicked in baejin's head already, "not close enough--ow!"
"youre supposed to coach me, not play cupid."
on the competition day, as you practiced the dreaded combination on flat ground, you did exactly as what baejin told you to do and your coach was proud
until... you went on ice
you were not the type to make any mistakes on ice, but the combination failed you as you landed quite roughly and fell
you heard multiple gasps from the audience and could already visualise yourself getting cut out of the team
nonetheless, you continued on and finished the routine nicely
as you exited the rink, tears were already forming when your coach tried to comfort you, and you quickly shrugged on your jacket
in the end, you were placed as a runner up, which wasnt bad but not up to your expectations
when you walked back to the locker room, you walked past jihoon and his friends who were seemingly laughing about something
"yah, did you see her fall? it was tragic" you heard one of his friends snicker
"i know right, shes gonna get cut off."
you glared at jihoon, whilst he was still smiling at their joke
and that made you hate jihoon even more
having the audacity to hate you for no reason and now laughing at your fall? he was being such a blatant bitch about it and wasnt even sorry
you stormed off, exiting the gymnasium to get some fresh air
then settling on a park bench and sighing into your slouch
your brain took over the rest of your feelings as your tears stained your face again, makeup long erased from your previous tears
just then, you felt a presence beside you and looked up, it was jihoon, carrying a plastic bag
your rolled your eyes as you got ready to stand up, an arm pulling you back into your seat
"what? are you gonna laugh at me more for my fall? mr perfect jumps?" you sniffed
"you idiot," jihoon shook his head as he took out a bandage and some dettol,"you dont even notice that youre bleeding"
you looked at your left shin, and heck, it was, blood cascading down your legs and staining your white nikes
"give me your leg," jihoon patted his tigh as he shrugged off his jacket and placed it on your tighs
you obediently complied, as jihoon gently dressed your wound and occasionally asking you if the dettol was stinging
you were genuinely touched that jihoon would actually care for you though, since he has been hating you for so long
after he bandaged your wound, he cleared his throat awkwardly,
"if you want me to i can beat up those bastards for you, they got a scolding from me already--"
you were surprised that jihoon actually wasnt laughing with them, as you giggled
"its fine, they wont even be able to make it to the team anyways"
jihoon raised his eyebrows, as he cleared his throat again, "do you want to watch my routine later? coach choi said that it was my personal best"
you scoffed as you rolled your eyes, he was using your coach to make you jealous
"yeah sure, i'll see if coach choi's right"
"then i'll--"
just then, jihoon's phone rang, and he pulled his phone away from his ear as soon as he picked it up
"i'm sorry, i gotta go now"
before you could return jihoon his jacket, he disappeared into the gymnasium already
you begrudgingly sat beside your coach as you watch jihoon prepare himself on ice
no doubt, he looked hella good in his costume, a white button up and black pants
what made you more surprised was the song he was skating to
it was Spring Day by BTS
you remember yourself always playing Spring Day in the background when you warmed up in the rink during practice
it was your favourite song
when the song was reaching its climax, jihoon did a series of triple axels and quads, which was honestly really pretty and he landed perfectly
during the chorus he actually danced on the ice?? like wOaH
you were throughly impressed honestly, it takes alot of effort and skill to be able to dance on ice
with stray parts of his blonde hair flying wind, he looked ethereal
you getting snatched was an understatement
during the bridge, he did a quad lutz which was, really mind blowing
in the end, jihoon did clinch that champion title
you swore if he didnt get that you would physically fight the judges
you thought jihoon would saunter to you just to show off that he was the champion,, but no
he gave you the flowers he was gifted with one of his knees on the floor
“y/n... i know we have been hating on each other for the longest time, i really dont want to keep up with this honestly, will you be my girlfriend?”
before you could turn to your coach, he was already filming the whole ordeal on his mobile phone
you shyly nodded, as jihoon picked you up and spun you around aaa
the next thing you saw trending on the internet was you and jihoon’s relationship LOL
dating jihoon didn’t make the competetiveness go away tbh
except that jihoon would actually stop when he thinks its too dangerous for you to attempt
warm up is no longer you warming up alone
jihoon warms up with you with cheeky rounds of tag on ice
you have never fell on ice thanks to jihoon
because that boy would blast to your side just to catch you
“i told you to be careful babe, im not always here to catch you when you fall”
the type who will actually send a video of himself doing aegyo before you go in for competitions just to make you laugh and relax
its not that you hate it, you just find it funny
he is now your unofficial coach as well, aiding in your jumps and spins
“i love figure skating, and thanks to it i met the girl i love.”
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nuclearvvinter · 7 years
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Asks: 0, 6, 13, 14, 27, 39, 41, 43
I’m on mobile so I can’t format the way I normally would 😢 but I’ll do my best.
0: HeightI’m 5’6”, a small man.
6: Age you get mistaken forI still get carded for cigarettes, and most people say I hover around 17/18. I’m 24.
13: Biggest turn ons First thing that comes to mind is split tongues. Idk why but they’re the sexiest body mod I’ve ever seen. I’m also into body mods in general, some light ddlg stuff, being verbally degraded, certain kinds of bondage, tbh there’s a lot.
14: Biggest turn offsBodily fluids that aren’t a natural part of sex (cum and natural lubrication are totally fine, even blood won’t phase me but piss and all that is a big no from me), super public sex, that’s all I can think of rn.
27: A description of the boy/girl I likeMan I end up crushing on people all the time because I’m an attention whore and they feed my need for validation. Honestly though, they’re really cute and funny and sweet and have a really nice smile and they probably know who they are 🤷🏼‍♂️
39: My favorite ice cream flavorMint chocolate chip!!!!
41: Where I want to be right nowIn a cabin in the woods with all my friends around me, it’s raining and there’s a fire in the fireplace and we’re all drinking and playing games.
43: Sexiest person who comes to mind immediatelyJason Momoa. Always the answer for me.
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aphroditeurl · 7 years
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all of em
This is answered on mobile lol
Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? Spotify
is your room messy or clean?Both??? An organized mess.
what color are your eyes?A light brown.
do you like your name? why?Yes cause I dont know a lot of people with the same name as me.
what is your relationship status? @funkypanda idk what do you think??
describe your personality in 3 words or lessAwkward, perceptive, stressed lmao
what color hair do you have?Brunette naturally. It’s auburnish rn.
what kind of car do you drive? color?None. I have anxiety driving.
where do you shop?Like. Food. Clothes? Be specific lol
how would you describe your style?Girly casual.
favorite social media accountTumblr
what size bed do you have? A queen
any siblings?Nopeif you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?With Alvin, wherever that ends up beingfavorite snapchat filter? The big round glasses one with freckles bc I have natural freckles so it translating on camera is nicefavorite makeup brand(s)E.L.F cause I have sensitive asf skin, Sephorahow many times a week do you shower?Two or three, as stated above, sensitive skin so going above that makes me itchy asffavorite tv show?I don’t really have one. shoe size?6 or 6 1/2
how tall are you?5′1″
sandals or sneakers? Neither. Fucken hate shoes.do you go to the gym? No, I prefer working out at home. Weird gym bros hit on me whenever I go.describe your dream dateSomething hella nerdy but romantic. Museum or aquarium. Arcade!!!! how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?None. Mostly change. what color socks are you wearing? None. Anything on my feet pisses me off. how many pillows do you sleep with?Too goddamn many. 4 or 5.do you have a job? what do you do? Yes, stupid grocery stocker. I want and desperately need a new one.how many friends do you have? *snorts*whats the worst thing you have ever done? Trusted the wrong manwhats your favorite candle scent? Anything flowery or oceany 3 favorite boy namesTheoPeter I don’t have a third3 favorite girl namesEleanor Courtney Sverrefavorite actor? I don’t have onefavorite actress? Same as abovewho is your celebrity crush?Angelina Jolie if I truly had to choose someone. 
favorite movie? Surfs Updo you read a lot? whats your favorite book? I try to? But not really. Favorite book is Will Grayson Will Grayson by John Green for reasons.money or brains? Brainsdo you have a nickname? what is it? Sav, Savi, Vee, Vannah, so many. Fuck. how many times have you been to the hospital?A lot. My mom was a nurse lmao.top 10 favorite songsFUckennNN1) Pyro - Kings of Leon2) Praying - Kesha3) Guys My Age - Hey Violet4) In One Ear - Cage The Elephant 5) Ain’t No Rest For the Wicked - Cage The Elephant6) Work Song - Hozier 7) Anything by The Fray tbh8) Bad Liar - Selena Gomez 9) Mother & Father - Broods10) Hold Me Down - Halsey
do you take any medications daily? Nopewhat is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)Both, it’s mixedwhat is your biggest fear? Dying alonehow many kids do you want? One, I think that’s all I could handle. But I’d like a mini family.whats your go to hair style?I just wear it down most days. Too heavy to have it up.what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) An apartment lmaowho is your role model? My momwhat was the last compliment you received?“affection erection” what was the last text you sent?“I’m..I’m doing my best”how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?10. I still lowkey believe though.what is your dream car? 1967 Thunderbird. Blue.opinion on smoking?Gross. No.do you go to college? No but will be taking summer classes I hopewhat is your dream job? Zoology!! I wanna save animals and teach kidswould you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? A healthy mixture of bothdo you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? No cause it’s always awful on my hairdo you have freckles? All over my facedo you smile for pictures?No. I hate my smile lmaohow many pictures do you have on your phone? Do I have to count them lmaohave you ever peed in the woods? yeah it’s called campingdo you still watch cartoons? SU sometimesdo you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?None of the above, I don’t eat meatFavorite dipping sauce? ...I’m so whiteranchwhat do you wear to bed? If I can get away with it, nothing. Mostly though a t-shirt and sweatshave you ever won a spelling bee?No but I nearly entered once. Social anxiety fucked that one up. what are your hobbies?Graphic design, writing, biking, video gamescan you draw? Not welldo you play an instrument?No but I’d like to learn violin what was the last concert you saw? Fucken some country artist at a fair idktea or coffee?NeitherStarbucks or Dunkin Donuts?Ehhh indifferent do you want to get married?Fuck yeah I dowhat is your crush’s first and last initial?A.Ware you going to change your last name when you get married? Yeah I hate my last namewhat color looks best on you? Dark red, maroonishdo you miss anyone right now? @funkypanda :cdo you sleep with your door open or closed?Closeddo you believe in ghosts?yeeepwhat is your biggest pet peeve? LOUD. CHEWING. I have not spoken to people for days over this.last person you called`Alvviiinnfavorite ice cream flavor? Mint chocolate chipregular oreos or golden oreos? Golden *prepares to get flailed* chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? RAINBOW IM GAYwhat shirt are you wearing? It’s an old baggy tee because tiredwhat is your phone background?It’s Alvins’ faceare you outgoing or shy?Shyyyy but once I get comfy with someone, more outgoingdo you like it when people play with your hair?MmmMMMM YESdo you like your neighbors? Nodo you wash your face? at night? in the morning?No. Weirdly enough washing my face makes me break out. I am happily acne free. have you ever been high? I wishhave you ever been drunk? Partiallylast thing you ate? Soupfavorite lyrics right now“Towers of gold are still too littleThese hands could hold the world but it'llNever be enough” summer or winter? Summer i am so over FuckEnsnOW and the COLD I AM SO DONEday or night? Nightdark, milk, or white chocolate? Milk, or whitefavorite month? Juneewhat is your zodiac signLibra.  who was the last person you cried in front of? My mom
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inke-ri · 7 years
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Tag Game!
So I got tagged by @daylighteclipsed and hey, this looks fun!
• Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 people you are contractually obligated to know
• Nicknames: Icey • Gender: Female • Star sign: Virgo • Height: 5′3′′ • Time: 7:33pm • Birthday: September 11th
• Favourite bands: my music taste is all over the place idk man • Favourite solo artist: ^ (I’m gonna leave from daylighteclipsed here since yeaaa that’s me xD) • Song that’s stuck in your head: Miracles Happen from The Princess Diaries. No, not the first one. The second movie’s version, in that language I can’t even guess at :’D • Last movie: Jumanji • Last TV show: Either Trollhunters or Star Wars: The Clone Wars, I’ve been watching both at the same time
• Why did you create this blog: lots of links from multiple conversations were leading here and I wanted somewhere I could save the nice stuff people sent me c: • What do you post/reblog: honestly? Anything really. As of right now: Trollhunters, Star Wars, Miraculous Ladybug. But don’t be surprised if you see HTTYD, Once Upon a Time, Voltron or book fandom stuff such as Harry Potter or Percy Jackson and the Olympians around ;D Photography also seems to be a constant, I cant help but reblog it. • Last thing you googled: “how much is 1.61m in feet and inches” lmao, I’m brazilian • Other blogs: nah because of mobile • Why the url: ok so it’s a bit of a long story: When I was new to RPing, I kept apologizing for my characters’ mistakes - such as making my friends’ characters upset without meaning to - and thinking they were my own, until a friend made a little crack comic strip. In it, her fursona was presenting her RP character with all sorts of “social relationship jellies” to make her less depressed, and happy, etc. In the end though, they had my character just dumping some green stuff (which we dubbed “angst jam”) down her poor character’s throat and blaming it on me xD It was a fun way to teach me the ropes of RPing and to not take everything too seriously- your character’s mistakes aren’t your own. Even after I stopped roleplaying, whenever our characters got into disasters and would end up going through a hard time (or Jim from Trollhunters, really, he’s addicted to the stuff I swear), we joked that that character of mine was smuggling angst jam to them. My url is a play on the words, heh • Following: 132 • Followers: 60
• Lucky number: 7? It’s more of a favorite number tho • Instruments: I used to know how to play the piano but it’s been a while • What are you wearing: an old tie-dyed t-shirt and some even older sweatpant-like shorts. • Dream job: doctor! Halfway through college right now • Dream trip: ugh, a safari in africa maybe? Or visiting Europe
• Favourite food: cheeseburgers, ice cream • Favourite song rn: uhhh Rewrite the Stars from The Greatest Showman soundtrack • Last book you read: I just finished re-reading The Selection Series by Kiera Cass! Well, the first three books. I consider the final 2 a spin-off, tbh • Top 3 Universes: Percy Jackson, How to Train your Dragon, Star Wars probably
I’m not gonna tag anyone because I’ve been on Tumblr for a long while, but… Never really interacted with people much before, I can be very shy when it comes to making the effort to talk first (or in this case, message people off-anon). This was awesome though :3
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brohilda · 7 years
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30 questions
i got tagged in the 10 questions thing by 3 lovely sweet ppl ♥  so i’m gonna do them all at once sorry mobile users lmao
rules: always post the rules, answer the questions given to you, then write 10 questions of your own, and tag some friends!
@rabbitmaze
favorite ice cream flavor? chocolate cherry & salted caramel
if you could have Any superpower what would it be? i’d love to be able to teleport tbh
what are your favorite songs? i’m gonna do a top three here so currently it’s love illumination by franz ferdinand / the way up by brns / armada verbala by suie paparude (exposed my location rip)
if you were a flower, which one would you want to be? one of those lil weeds that grow in concrete tbh
favorite movie/show when you were a lil kiddo? the entire once upon a time franchise & the magic school bus
do you have any articles of clothing that remind you of a food? nothing comes to mind tbh but i often feel like i look like a sushi roll
favorite place in the whole entire world? the city i live in
if you had to travel to another planet in our solar system (and could survive on any of them) which one would you choose? imma cheat here bc it’s not a planet it’s just a lil moon but it’d be europa it’s crazy beautiful i think
do you have any hair plans? (like for your hair) gotta get my undercut done asap
fictional character you relate to? every single character in brooklyn 99 idrk
@suintor
what’s your favorite item in your room that you own? ya idk by ipad or my video camera probably
are you an early bird or a night owl? i’m a hardcore night owl
pizza, ice cream or burrito? ice cream!!!!
most remembered dream that you had? i only remember this bc i told it to so many ppl but once i had a dream that it was the apocalypse and i got locked into my university building w some random ppl and we had a chess championship to pass the time
which hp house are you in? ravenclaw for life (although it took me like 4 tries to spell ravenclaw so idk)
describe yourself in 4 words ? ? ? ? tbqh
what age do you wish you could permanently be? i’d go back to being 23 or sth and stay like that forever
if you could live anywhere, where would you go? belgium or the netherlands
if you could change your name, what would it be? i quite like hannah tbh
biggest fear? escalators, insects that can get under ur skin and being abandoned lol
@tiredtoothache
When did you start playing the sims & who/what introduced you to the franchise? i got the sims livin large as a present when i was a young child. one of my friends also had house party so i often went over to her house to play.
Favourite Food? spinach? and hummus ig
What are your three favourite things about yourself? idk this is pretty hard to answer bc i’m not a big fan of myself lately but i guess i am fairly intelligent, i have a good sense of humor and i’m a good listener ??
Describe your pets! If you don’t have any, describe your dream pet! i don’t have any pets atm (my parents have cats!!!) but i’d love a border collie and/or a big orange cat
Where do you get your inspiration from? books i read, music i listen to, my friends
Favourite TV Shows? lmao all i watch lately is cutthroat kitchen pls recommend me some shows to binge watch!!!
List an unknown fact about one of your sims. harley speaks hungarian (although w a v bad accent)!
What was your dream job as a child? i wanted to be an archaeologist or work in a museum but a string of shitty history teachers crushed that dream so
If you were to get a tattoo, where would you get it and what would it depict? i have so many tattoos planned out but i would LOVE to get an eye on my ankle bc of a series of unfortunate events!
List 5 of your favourite Simblrs and why you love them! i can’t possibly list just 5!!!!! i follow so many lovely & talented ppl i’m in awe all the time tbh!!
tag time!!! i tag @traproot, @cranberrrybog, @ohthesefaces, @simsluname & @musicalpixls you don’t have to do it ofc but it’d be fun !!! your questions are:
what’s a movie that changed your life/the way you think?
which language would you like to learn and why?
do you have a special recipe that you made up? if yes pls share!
what song is stuck in your head right now?
what would your traits be if you were a sim?
if you were to throw a dinner party, what would be the theme?
which object from the sims do you wish existed irl?
what was the best gift you’ve ever received?
what’s something you’re ~bad~ at but still keep doing regularly?
tell us your fav bad joke!
♥♥♥
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