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wolf-and-bard · 3 years

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The Geraskier divorce attorney AU of my dreams (hear me out):

-Geralt doesn't have regulars. Of course, he doesn't have regulars, he's a divorce attorney, a good one at that; sure sometimes there are clients that hire him twice because of mistakes or short-lived marriages, or he will have the odd person whose ex-partner he once helped, but in his ten-year-career, he's never once had a person come to him more than twice

-He has never married. The few long-term relationships he had didn't amount to anything in that regard and perhaps his job has spoiled the whole affair for him; there's never been a need either, he has his daughter Ciri, has his horse Roach which he rides on weekends, he couldn't be more content (or so he thinks)

(-Jaskier knows that many people would and do call him a whore, an adulterer, but he isn't. He is a romantic, a fall-in-lover, a dreamer, a free spirit. Which is why he gave himself the name 'Jaskier' (much more befitting of his character than Julian, what a common name) and why he tends to end up at the altar... more often than is strictly normative)

-The first time Jaskier enters Geralt's office, he acts as though it's the beginning of a Broadway show. He walks in, stands in the middle of the room and opens his arms wide. "Good day," he twitters and flashes Geralt the brightest grin. Geralt raises his eyebrows, but he isn't about to turn away a guy who looks affluent enough he can charge him a little extra. "Hello?" - "Julian Alfred Pankratz, call me Jaskier." Jaskier settles into the chair opposite Geralt's desk and puts his leather-clad feet up on them. Geralt pushes them off and asks: "Mr. Pankratz, what can I do for you?" - "Ah yes. My lover and muse, the Countess de Stael, has left me for another. The problem is that we got married just last month and I'm afraid she is going to bleed me dry if I don't have a proper attorney. You've been recommended to me by a friend. What do you say? Help out a fool?" What? Countess? Well. "Fine," Geralt says. "Let's talk fees."

-Jaskier is a lot and when the divorce is through and all aspects of their working relationship are settled, Geralt calls his babysitter - Yen's always happy to jump in on short notice - and invites his colleagues Lambert and Eskel to get drunk. Jaskier was annoying and exhausting, constantly babbling and flirting with Geralt and, god, he never wants to see him again.

-Of course, Geralt sees him again. By the time he does - half a year after the first time - Geralt has almost forgotten about Jaskier and his stupid Countess and how utterly drained that job left him. Jaskier sounds cheerful on the phone, not at all the common cadence for Geralt's clients, and comes into the office with two Macchiatos and a box of donuts; disgruntled, but unable to say no to sugar, Geralt allows for them to have the coffee over their conversation about Jaskier's upcoming divorce and it makes it more bearable. "So," Geralt says. "Give me a rough outline of the situation." Just to be prepared. Jaskier grins, wipes a sprinkle off his lips and takes a sip of coffee. "This is going to sound ridiculous, but hear me out. So about two months after you helped me last time, the Countess de Stael gave me a call..." Geralt wants to smack the man when he is done his well-embellished tale. Jaskier is obviously being used. But he's not here to judge, he's here to do his job and Jaskier pays well.

-The third is a woman called Molly. Geralt never gets to meet her, Jaskier never talks about her, it is as though she doesn't exist as more than a job to get done, a contract to fulfill. Aside from the topic of his soon to be ex-wife, Jaskier is more talkative than usual. He asks questions about Geralt's personal life, talks about his job - of course he's a broadway performer, 'star' doesn't quite apply - lingers. Geralt finds he... doesn't mind this time. It's nice to socialize for a bit, even if it is within the general bounds of his job. Jaskier makes him laugh somehow.

-"You should give me a discount," Jaskier jokes when he's there to leave a paycheck for Geralt for the fourth time (that Countess again, Geralt doesn't understand how they got married three times in a span of two years (in addition to that Molly woman)). "I don't give out discounts," Geralt replies. - "Why not? I'm a loyal customer, you should have a system for this." - "Mr. Pankratz, do you realize that you are the only person I know who goes through this many marriages in such a short amount of time?" - "Always knew I was special," Jaskier laughs and leaves with a small wave.

-"Okay, Geralt, what the hell?" Lambert asks, strutting in after Jaskier's gone with a bad temper written across his face. "Who is this man? And why does he keep coming back? You know I can hear his voice from my office. So if, like, you're having some sort of strange workplace affair, cut it the fuck out." - "He's just an idiot who keeps getting married," Geralt says and waves Lambert away. He doesn't add that he kind of starts to miss the idiot.

-Priscilla is very nearly a different story, something Geralt only finds out after the fact. Jaskier breaks down before their court appointment, sobbing into Geralt's shoulder that he can't do it, he can't let her go, why doesn't she want him; by that point Geralt has known Jaskier for almost four years and the thought of him staying in a marriage for longer than half of one makes him queasy, gives him little bursts of pain against his breastbone; in truth, he's glad Priscilla's leaving Jaskier, antsy that it took almost a year for them to split up; she approaches him after the divorce is through, while Jaskier's in the courthouse bathroom crying his eyes out. "Tell him I'm sorry," Priscilla says and Geralt scowls at her. "Tell him I wouldn't have left him if I didn't have to. Tell him to wait for me." She leaves and Geralt doesn't even know why he should be the one to relay that message to Jaskier and so he doesn't. Jaskier never mentions her again.

-The sixth time is the Countess de Stael again and Geralt already prepared his case from the e-mail Jaskier sent ahead. The last three times all went in favour of the noblewoman who was able to protect her fortune, but Geralt thinks he can make a case for emotional manipulation and get Jaskier at least a sizable indemnity. "Mr. Pankratz," Geralt says when Jaskier comes for their appointment. "Are you ever going to call me Jaskier?" Jaskier replies with a sigh and drops into the chair. His hair is tousled, there are deep half-moons under his eyes which look like he spent the whole night crying. Geralt's heart feels bruised, but he can't get involved dammit. "That would be inappropriate," he grunts. They get to work and Jaskier walks out with a broken-heart and a swollen bank account.

-"When will you give up on that woman?" Geralt asks when Jaskier saunters into his office one Friday, not three months after the last divorce. It's late afternoon and Geralt's ready for a weekend of watching Disney movies with Ciri, but Jaskier's always a sight for sore eyes these days. Not for the first time does Geralt consider asking him out for coffee, but the fact that he's only ever seeing Geralt because he's in need of a(nother) divorce somehow poses a barrier. "Now that is not very professional of you. To answer your question: right now. That's why I'm here." And for the first time with these two, it's Jaskier that wants the divorce, Jaskier that takes the initiative. He's only ever been the one to get dumped. Geralt's up all night thinking about that.

-For an entire year, Jaskier does not return and that annoys Geralt. He finds himself fretting, distracted, hoping Jaskier will turn up with another marriage to be dealt with, but he doesn't. The thought that Jaskier might have found someone he wants to stay with makes him physically ill. His code of conduct forbids him from using Jaskier's contact info though. Maybe this is for the best and anyway, Geralt is down to earth while Jaskier is... well, Jaskier. An emotional roller-coaster. He has his daughter and his horse and all is well. Only it isn't because Geralt managed to fall in love with Jaskier. (When Lambert and Eskel find out they laugh at him for two hours straight)

-Jaskier does turn up eventually, but not to get divorced again. He waits outside the building where Geralt works with two cups of coffee in hand and a tired smile. Geralt lets himself be led to a nearby bench, lets Jaskier speak. "I considered proposing to random strangers just to have another botched marriage for you to get me out of," Jaskier says. "But that would have been rather inconsiderate and there are easier ways to see you." - "I thought you might have found one that sticks," Geralt replies, tracing the rim of his coffee cup with a finger. "I might have." Jaskier winks at Geralt and Geralt decides to throw caution to the wind. He leans over and kisses Jaskier's lips, then mutters, "I don't ever want to see you in my office again." - "And here I thought that your desk would make such a great hmph..." Geralt shuts him up with another kiss. It feels right.

#jaskier #geralt #geraskier #gerlion #geralt x jaskier #the witcher #witcher #modern au #headcanon #cw swear words #lambert #priscilla #countess de stael #geralt of rivia #this was fun to imagine #things I'm never going to write #my geraskier dream AUs

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because-of-a-friend · 4 years

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Seventeen as Roommates

Thanks for the request anon! This one was also super fun to do and I hope you really like it! This is the last request and them I’m putting everything aside to finish the Falling Flower series for y’all!

MASTERLIST

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

The most responsible roommate, tbh. He doesn’t want to step on any toes so he’ll make sure there’s great communication between the two of you. He knows all of your pet peeves when it comes to a roommate so he can avoid doing anything that would upset you. Of course you extend the same courtesy since Cheol is such a sweet and great roommate and gives you no reason to want to upset him. Definitely the type of roommate that becomes your friend. He’s just such a loving person and it always overflows into his everyday life. So if he’s living with you, he’s just naturally going to be concerned about how you’re doing and how he can help when you’re struggling. The type who will willingly stay up with you at 3am to make cookies, have a movie marathon, and talk about life just to make you feel better and put a smile on your face. A really good roommate. 12/10.

YOON JEONGHAN

The type of roommate where whenever you’re just minding your own business watching tv in the living room, he’ll come and and just lay across your body and go “[Y/N], buy me fooooooooooooood.” And then whine until you agree to get up and go get food with him lol. Not the best roommate. He gets a little messy and procrastinates on cleaning up. But usually it only takes a couple of times of you scolding him for Jeonghan to finally get up and get things done. But he’s also the type to be your friend. Like quite literally the day you move in, he sits across from you on the couch and starts ranting about his life like you guys had known each other forever. And first you’re a little overwhelmed but then kind of relieved cuz honestly you had needed someone to talk to... and now Jeonghan is right there. He’s just so chill and easily becomes a part of your life, it’s almost like you two have always been living together.

JOSHUA HONG

More of a parent than a roommate, lol. Sometimes you get home from school/work and he’s just in the kitchen cooking and goes “Have you eaten? Never mind you probably didn’t eat enough, fix yourself a plate” And then sometimes it’s “Did you drink enough water today?” or “You have that big presentation tomorrow morning, you need to get to bed early.” Sometimes you find sticky notes with words of encouragement all over the apartment when you have big things coming up. Or if you wake up late, you might find an already packed lunch waiting for you so you can rush out the door without worrying about it yourself. Honestly the sweetest roommate of all time. He just tries to make your living space a happy and safe space for you so you never really feel worried or stressed about anything.

WEN JUNHUI

What a truly chaotic roommate you’ve chosen lol. Sometimes you walk into the kitchen at 3am to grab a drink and find him hunched over random papers only to discover he’s been obsessing over the most obscure conspiracy theory you’ve ever heard for twelve hours straight. Sometimes you come home to find him asleep in your bed. And you’re like???? Jun????? And then he just tells you that he wanted to ask you how your day was as soon as you got home and being in your room when you got back was the best way to assure that he could. Sometimes just appears behind you and tells you his most random wants in that moment. “[Y/N], I really want hot chocolate.” You jump as he suddenly speaks from over your shoulder. “Jun it’s the middle of August.” He sighs sadly, and you very easily give in. “Ugh fine, let’s go.” But seriously, there’s no dull moment living with Jun. He’s a ball of constant fun and adventure.

KWON SOONYOUNG

I hope you’re ready to live with someone whose love language is physical affection. Because no matter what you do: wash the dishes, buy dessert, get him a gift, remember things about his life, say something nice to him, it will be met with an overenthusiastic physical response: a tight hug, sudden cuddles on the couch, a whole Soonyoung just jumping on top of you. That’s just how he shows his appreciation for you when you’re being a good roommate. He knows living with people is difficult sometimes so he’s really grateful for having such a great one and always wants to show you that. Chores are always split evenly and you have a specified chore day because it’s more fun to do it together and it gets done more quickly. You both pull your weight around your living space to make sure you guys have an easy and peaceful living situation.

JEON WONWOO

When you first start living with Wonwoo you begin to question if you made the right decision. He’s just so distant and quiet and you begin to realize that you really don’t know anything about him at all. But it doesn’t take you long to realize that he was just really shy and hesitant. Once he opens up, he is surprisingly clingy and affectionate. Spends the majority of his time in your room lol. Not even to talk, he just likes sitting in there with you. He’s a big baby about chore day so you have to bribe him with his favorite sweets to do the dishes lol. Sometimes you also have to force him to get out the house and get some fresh air when you realize he hasn’t gone out in literal days. But he is a really sweet roommate and there are no issues between the two of you.

LEE JIHOON

Jihoon is a very strict roommate. Will make it very clear what his pet peeves are and what he expects from a roommate. It’s a little off putting at first but when you realize he wants you to be just as honest as him, you understand that he just doesn’t want to leave any room for misunderstandings or for either of you to be upsetting the other. It also takes awhile for him to be friendly towards you. He views having a roommate as more of “I’ll live with someone else so I don’t have to pay as much for a place” rather than “Oh, a chance for a new friend!” But he will eventually open up. He’s also one you feel more like a mother to, because he’s so busy working and you have to make sure he eats enough and sleeps enough. But you do it in fun ways like having nights where you cook dinner together or movie nights where you watch one movie after another until he dozes off. Jihoon is honestly really happy you’re around.

LEE SEOKMIN

You didn’t think it was possible to know this much about a person that wasn’t your own self. But every day Seokmin comes home, slumps down across the couch from you, and tells you literally everything that happened to him that day. You don’t mind because he always tells his stories in really entertaining ways, but you really do hear about everything. Also not always the best roommate, he can get a little messy and loud. But he’s always very sweet and apologetic and makes up for anything he does very quickly. Definitely becomes your friend, though. You’re living together, and he loves making new friends, so why not? He’ll introduce you to his whole friend group and weave you into his life with no issues at all. Very happy to have a new friend around.

KIM MINGYU

Literally every time you lay down on the couch, Mingyu comes in and drops his entire body on top of yours. Really just the cuddliest person you could have possibly lived with. Once you two are close, Mingyu is all physical affection all the time. Honestly also not the best roommate, he annoys you quite often. Not because he’s inconsiderate or rude, but because he doesn’t always think about what he’s doing and forgets to consider how it’ll affect his roommate lol. You end up posting a chore list on the fridge to remind both of you to keep the place clean. And you’ll post friendly little reminders about things he needs to remember. He’s just grateful to have a roommate that’s so patient with him despite the face that he knows he’s not always easy to live with. He buys you lots of food and gifts to make up for it, and does lots of favors for you too. He may not always be the best roommate but he is a great guy to have around.

XU MINGHAO

Honestly the perfect roommate. Minghao is quiet and clean and respectful. He doesn’t even have to try, he’s just kind of naturally that way. And he’s also really easy going as long as what you do doesn’t affect your shared spaces or his own personal space. Doesn’t really see any reason to be friends with his roommate, but if you start to be friendly, he’ll match your energy. He’s also a perfect friend that way, he lets you take the lead in everything to make sure you feel comfortable and doesn’t push anything. Once you two are closer, Minghao is the cutest roommate ever. He loves ranting to you about his interests and showing you what he’s working on. He’s also happy to listen to you talk about your hobbies. Both of you will get the other to join in on your projects so you can have more fun things in common.

BOO SEUNGKWAN

More like siblings than roommates lol. The two of you get into the dumbest most pettiest arguments 24/7. It’s never anything personal or serious or having to do with your living space, it’s just the most random stuff. But you two will bicker all the time. Someone would think you two had been living together your whole lives. But then someone will be like, “Why do you live together if you hate each other?” And you’ll both pause and immediately go, “What are you talking about? I love [Y/N]!” “Yeah, Seungkwan is like my best friend in the whole world.” You two just really get each other and it makes living together really easy. Cuz you both expect the same thing out of a roommate, so living together is smooth sailing. Well when you’re not debating who the best character in your current favorite show is lol.

HANSOL VERNON CHWE

Vernon is sincerely the chillest roommate. He doesn’t think anything of anything, when you ask him to do things around your place, he just changes his behavior to make you more comfortable. Of course you do the same to him but he honestly doesn’t expect a lot from you. Is 100% going to be your friend. You get texts throughout the day like: [Y/N], please bring meeeee snaaaaaacks, I don’t wanna get out of beeeeeeeeeeeeed. And then you bring the snacks and notice he’s watching a show you really like so you just climb into bed with him and before you know it, you’ve wasted a whole day binging tv with Vernon instead of everything else you needed to do. His habits definitely rub off on you lol. But he’s an easy person to live with.

LEE CHAN

Honestly a great roommate. He’s terrified of upsetting you lol. At first he’s walking on egg shells around you because he doesn’t want to do anything to make you angry. But you assure him that as long as you two communicate with each other, everything will be fine, so he finally relaxes. He may avoid being your friend for awhile because he’s a little shy. So it takes a lot of encouragement from you. So you’re always planning movie nights or fun activities or really anything to do together. Chan honestly adores you for it. He’s grateful to have a roommate that makes him feel so welcomed and comfortable. He repays it all back by giving you a very genuine and kind and loving friendship.

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peralta-guaranteed · 3 years

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hc or ficlet of teddy proposing you amy again but this time jake decides enough is enough

(Read it on AO3)

“You’re probably wondering why I called you here.” Charles says in a deep, low voice.

“Are we not just having drinks?” Jake asks as he hands Rosa her beer and Charles his fruity rosé-tinted cocktail with a berry garnish.

“No! There are far more pressing matters at hand!”

Jake and Rosa clink their bottles together before the first sip, waiting for Charles to continue on his dramatic tangent, as he needs to do sometimes.

“Amy is going to a seminar in Staten Island next week.” He gives them both a deep stare.

“You might be surprised, bud, but I do know that.”

“Teddy is also going to that seminar.”

Jake stops mid-drink.

“I did not know that.”

“Neither does Amy.” Rosa cuts in. “Or she definitely woulda mentioned it.”

“He’s actually attended this seminar twice before, so I deduced that he’s not going for the learning material this time.” Charles leans back almost triumphantly.

“Yeah, it really doesn’t take a detective to figure that out.” Jake is trying to keep busy peeling the label off of his bottle, but Rosa can tell he’s clearly failing. There’s a furrow in his brow she’s rarely ever seen before.

“We have to stop him! He’s going to propose again, or do something romantic, or make a call-back to the seminar where they met, and Amy’s gonna get all confused-”

“My wife of four years and mother of my son is going to get confused by an unstable ex?” Jake’s voice is - bitter, Rosa thinks, is the best way to describe it, and she doesn’t think she’s ever heard that tone from him. Neither has Charles, it seems, because he backpedals immediately.

“Well, no, but- I mean- Amy is going to be upset- she’s been looking forward to that seminar and Teddy is going to ruin it!” He sputters, and Rosa can’t help but nod.

“And what do you suggest we do about that? We can’t keep Teddy from attending a work-thing, and I’m not going to stop Amy from going.”

“We can- we could kidnap Teddy just for the week, and then-”

“Kidnap a police officer.” Rosa interrupts again. “Because that’s gonna go over so well with the authorities.”

“Well then Jake can go to the seminar as well, and punch him out if he tries anything-”

“Yeah, because Holt’s totally not gonna be suspicious when Jake asks to go to a seminar that doesn’t involve some action training.” Rosa quips.

“I’m also not that big a fan of the idea of punching a man for, like, talking to my wife.” Jake grumbles, the label of his beer now completely gone, and only half-sounds convincing.

“It would be for love!” “It would be fucking creepy, is what it would be. Like I’m laying claim to some property or something in the most machismo-asshole way possible.”

“Yeah.” Rosa nods. “Amy’s a grown woman, she can tell him to fuck off herself, and she’s done it before. She doesn’t need us to bring chaos to her ‘fun’ little seminar.” She does sarcastic finger quotes around ‘fun’, but she also does know how much Amy is looking forward to this boring thing again - it’s her first time away from Mac on her own, and she’s planned her own trip just as meticulously as she’s planned for Jake’s stay with the kid, as if he has never taken care of his own child before, and kept her up to date on all of it in case she needs to jump in and help in any situation (which she won’t, but she might go over for a playdate anyway, just to see her godson).

Charles grumbles a bit more, something about ‘true love’ and ‘knights in shining armour’, but he drops the subject before their first round is finished and they can actually spend a nice evening together.

-*-

Rosa hands Jake a beer in return, once Charles has called it quits for the night because he has to go say goodnight to Nikolaj (Jake facetimed Amy and Mac instead and promised he’d be home soon, to which Amy rolled her eyes and said ‘Sure, babe. Tell Rosa to keep you out longer for some fun, please.’ the same way he had when Rosa had picked her up for a girls night two weeks ago).

“You okay?” She asks as she watches him peel the edge of the label almost immediately.

“Charles has really gotten into my head. I hate it when that happens.” He sighs as he lets go of the paper and drinks instead.

“Again: Amy’s a grown woman.”

“I know.” He’s fiddling with the label again after just one sip. “It’s just that all this Teddy-shit really does upset her. I mean, not in the ‘confused’ way like Charles said, which is bullshit.” The furrow is back for a second, Rosa notes. “But like… she just mulls it over in her head so much and it makes her feel like shit even if she won’t say it. I think the stunts he pulled at our wedding bothered her more than the whole thing actually being cancelled.”

Rosa nods as she takes her own first sip. She remembers Amy’s face when she realised Teddy was also at that stroller-contest thing she dragged her to. She remembers her face when they finally drove back to the precinct together too. She knows her friend, and if there’s anyone who knows her even better, it’s obviously Jake.

“So we gotta prevent that somehow.” She tries to continue the conversation without delving into Charles-level shenanigan-planning.

“”I just don’t want Amy’s first time off from Mac to suck because of some inconsiderate asshole. But I can’t exactly go along with her like Charles suggested, I have a kid to take care of, and also that idea is kinda insane.”

“Guess I gotta make sure it doesn’t suck, then.” Rosa finishes her beer and tries to ignore Jake’s gobsmacked stare at her. She doesn’t know when it happened, but at some point, apparently, she’s become willing to attend a boring seminar for Santiago.

-*-

Howzit goin

learn to write like an adult Peralta

also your wife will not stop talking about your kid

you love him

I do

but I don’t need updates on his bathing habits

no Teddy sightings yet but we’re also way too early because Amy. Keep you posted

Jake smiles at the text chain on his phone and makes a mental note to send her a picture of Mac in the tub later tonight, just to annoy her a bit more. Amy had handed the baby over to him at the precinct like she was going on a year-long world-cruise instead of just a five day overnight stay in another part of their own city, and Rosa had been standing behind her with her travel bag, rolling her eyes.

It had taken surprisingly little to convince both Amy and Holt that Rosa was actually interested enough in the seminar to join it at the last minute, and Amy had immediately included her in her itinerary, as well as offered to drive with her so she didn’t have to carry all her luggage on her motorcycle. Jake was going to owe her so, so many favours after all this.

The Mac-inna-tub picture only gets a grumbling emoji response, but she texts him again at around 9, when Mac is already fast asleep and he’s finally turned on Die Hard at the lowest possible volume to not wake him up again.

Teddy showed up

tried to say Hi (or worse) to Amy but I stared him away

going out for first day drinks with the group. I’ll keep him away. Maybe slip something into his drink.

why do I not question you having something to slip into drinks?

I can do more than just knives

don’t stay up all night watching all Die Hards. You gotta take Mac to daycare early tomorrow

Amy told me to tell you that

sure

and it’s only Die Hard 1 tonight

gonna spread them out over all the evenings

got one night left if you skip 4

The Holiday is on Netflix

you’re a good one Peralta

There’s no more updates until 11am the next morning, long after Mac has gone to daycare right on time, as he’s informed Amy via text to calm her down, and he was at the precinct only 15 minutes late this time.

Teddy pulled out the big guns

he had an actual ring this time. Looked expensive

There’s a sinking feeling in his chest, and he wonders what he should answer before his phone pings again.

I broke the ring

and the box

also his hand (‘accident’ - have to say that for liability)

anyway he’s out of the seminar now I guess because he can’t write anymore

so no need to worry

Jake tries to suppress his grin by biting his lip as he texts her back, Charles already getting a bit suspicious over him smiling at his phone constantly two desks over. He can probably explain it away by claiming he’s been messaging Amy, instead.

You’re my goddamn queen, Diaz

Amy is

but I definitely own your ass now too since I have to spend 4 more days in this shit place for you

There’s very few updates the rest of the week (apart from several pics of Amy either working, drinking, or lying hungover in bed in their shared hotel room - Rosa has resolved to make the whole boring thing a whole lot less boring, it seems) even as he keeps texting both ladies with Mac-updates and Mac-pictures.

Amy is all smiles and definitely not upset when they get back to the precinct and he’s already there to pick her up and hand the baby to his excited mama, and even Rosa spares a smile for the two Peralta-boys after the week she’s had.

He sidles up to her as Amy coos over her little boy giving her a hug and hello kisses.

“I really do owe you one, Rosa. Thanks.” “Dude, you owe me several.” She growls. “At least I won’t have to do that ever again. I’d say Teddy’s out of the picture now.”

“Because of one broken hand?”

“Yeah, I visited him in the hospital when he was getting his cast on. To ‘apologise’ for the injury.” Rosa grins, and even her sarcastic finger quotes seem intimidating. “Not even he’s that stupid to try and come back.”

Jake raises his fist, and Rosa reluctantly bumps it before both turn their attention back to Amy, who’s already chatting about weekend plans and offering Rosa a ride home. She takes the offer, if only to play peek-a-bo with Mac in the backseat.

#b99 #brooklyn 99 #peraltiago #jake peralta #amy santiago #rosa diaz #ficlet #my writing #academy dholes

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excitedlysuffering · 4 years

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Neji Headcanons Collection

Requested from my wattpad account

For everyone who has requested, I’m slowly getting through them, but I’ve been busy and exhausted lately so it’s taking longer than I wanted it to, I’m sorry!

What He Looks For In An S/O~

• Neji is a pretty stoic, introverted guy, so he’d need someone who was more on the introverted side as well. However, he would love an S/O who could bring him out of his shell a little

• He definitely seems like someone who would prefer to date a fellow shinobi so he didn’t have to worry about them and since they most likely aren’t apart of the Hyuga clan, them being a ninja would help his clan be a little more approving

• He needs a PATIENT S/O

• Neji is new to relationships and someone who understands that and wouldn’t rush him would be ideal

• Although Naruto changed Neji for the best, he can still be a little insensitive sometimes, so a partner who has a thick skin is important

• Neji hates small talk with a passion, so he would look for someone who could hold intellectual conversations or who didn’t mind silence

• As an introvert, Neji is something of a homebody, but make no mistake; this boy is always training so you’d best be ready for rigorous training being a regular past time

• COMMUNICATION is key in a relationship with him

• As smart as Neji is, he does not have the aptitude or patience to deal with mixed signals, so just talk to him, please

Relationship With Neji Stuff~

• Neji isn’t clingy by any means, but you’re his girlfriend and he expects to see you often, and will easily become concerned or upset if his partner starts to seem distant

• Trust is the most important thing to him, if he’s dating you he clearly trusts you A LOT, and it will upset him if he notices you don’t trust him as much

• Your relationship will most likely be lowkey, in public at least, but that’s not because he’s ashamed, he’s just an incredibly private person

• Although Neji will enjoy sparring with you, he will also be up to other ideas for dates

• He loves taking walks with you, whether it’s after dark, before average people are awake, or in the middle of the day

• He’s the kind of person to have a certain amount of time set aside for you, whether you spend it out and about, or inside, he won’t interrupt that time unless it’s unavoidable

• He’s very good at picking up your moods and such things, but he doesn’t always know what to do about them, so he’ll help you in ways he knows how tea and training

• He has a great memory. Whether it’s certain dates, the timing of your week, or little things he’s noticed about you; you can trust he won’t easily forget it

• PDA embarrasses him, but he will allow hand-holding and the occasional cheek kiss

• He takes so much pride in his hair, he won’t allow you to touch it until way later in your relationship, but once he does… he’d rather die than admit, so sometimes he’ll wordless put his head in your lap and scowl until you take the hint

• Neji doesn’t just date around, he’s looking for something serious, so if he realizes that you’re not what he’s looking for in a wife he will immediately (and respectfully) end it

How To Lose/Annoy Him~

• Generally, Neji is a very forgiving person since he’s needed to be forgiven many times, but there are some things he won’t tolerate; cheating, slander, and genuine disrespect

• An S/O being rude to someone for no reason would turn him off

• He really can’t stand gossipers and busybodies so if you want to lose him, go off I guess

• Laziness is a major thing for him. He can understand being tired of at your limit, but he really can’t handle his S/O just lazing around for a long time

• Immaturity is a big no-no. Neji comes from a clan who only recognizes maturity and formalities so he would be uncomfortable with an overly childish S/O

• Selfishness or being chronically inconsiderate can and will make him angry

• He won’t even entertain someone with bad hygiene like he really doesn’t understand how someone could be okay with not being clean?

• Incessant complaining and whining will grate on his nerves like anything else

• Not respecting his boundaries, even if you don’t understand them, will have him running for the hills before you could even say ‘Byakugan’

Soft Neji Things~

• Neji isn’t one for constant affection, but once he realizes how much he enjoys the lotus position (you sit in his lap, facing him, legs around his waist) it’ll be a regular occurrence. Whether he’s reading or just savoring your presence you’d better get used to it

• He loves to read and sometimes if you ask beg he’ll read to you and he has the smoothest most ASMR voice ever??

• He actually enjoys shopping with you because he loves helping you choose (and he likes to spoil you)

• I strongly believe that Neji plays an instrument (piano, flute or violin) and sometimes he’ll play for you

• If he’s had a really bad nightmare or his family is stressing him out, don’t be surprised if he climbs in your bed at a random hour of the night

• Locked doors or windows have never stopped this boy, so you’d best expect him to just walk in like he owns the place

• Considerate to the max, he’s always thinking about you and doing small things for you

• You actually bring out a new side to him, he’s more playful and free around you

Random Neji Facts~

• Neji made it into a game without your knowledge to see how many times he can scare you by just waltzing into your house

• He’s incredibly competitive, so the second you mention being the best at something, even in jest, prepare to have to prove it in competition

• His love language is in between quality time and acts of service

• He doesn’t really expect gifts or anything, so if you really want to see him light up, get him a little ‘I’m thinking about you’ gift

• Neji likes to journal, he likes to write down little things about his day, or ideas or even quotes that he heard and liked

• He really enjoys domestic activities because he didn’t really think he’d be able to find anyone to do that with

• He loves receiving and writing letters, it’s intimate and it’s special and he’ll keep everyone you send him

• Neji has a love/hate relationship with his hair; he’s very proud of it, but he hates all the extra work that goes into taking care of it

• He always carries extra scrunchies/rubberbands on missions in case his hair gets loose

• He gets sunburns so easily, he’ll always have sunscreen during the hottest months

Little Things~

Favorite:

• Place to kiss- Your wrist pulse point; it’s intimate and it feels so natural for him, especially when he’s holding your hand

• Way to hug- He loves to place a hand on the back of your head and one on your back; he loves the feeling of being so close to you

• Things to do with you- He loves doing small things with you; reading, drinking tea, or cuddling

• Cuddle position- When he’s not busy, he loves to lay back on the couch with you on top

• Type of date- Lowkey ones, maybe a stroll through the park, or going to a nice little cafe/restaurant

This or That-

• He enjoys spring the most, he loves seeing all the new life after a long winter

• He’s a hardcore morning person, he lives to be productive and the day won’t wait for him to ‘get in the mood’

• He’s a good cook, but as I’ve mentioned, his love language is acts of service so you cooking for him means a lot to him every time

• Loves to read, either on his own or with you and his favorite genres are classics and nonfiction

Conflict Happenings~

• He has a very sharp tongue, but he really hates arguing with you and will try to avoid that for as long as possible

• However, if something needs to be addressed, he will not hesitate

• Would prefer to have a calm, rational, debate, so if either of you loses your cool, don’t be surprised if he just up and leaves

• However, if you say something that crosses the line… God/Pein/Jashin/Kami have mercy on you, this boy will go off

• After the fight is over, he’ll need space to calm down, but once he is, apologies and makeups are quick and sincere

• He refuses to fight over small insignificant things, he finds it beneath him

• He will listen, though, because if something is bothering you, that’s valid to him

• Don’t push him or test his limits, it’ll make him uneasy and feel like he can’t trust you, which can lead to your relationship self destructing

• After fights, whether big or small, he needs some good ol’ fashioned cuddles (you both do honestly)

• He’s a firm believer in not going to bed angry, so even if you’re still upset, he’ll do everything in his power to get rid of his own irritation

• It’s hard to hurt his feelings, but if you do he’s cut deeply, so watch what you say

Modern Neji~

• OMG this boy is one of those people that are always smartly dressed and no one can change my mind

• He’s not a teacher’s pet, per se, but he’s very polite and is always doing his best

• He’s one of those gym obsessed people, but very lowkey about it

• I could definitely see him into fencing and/or martial arts

• He’s the kind of person to only hang out with his closest friends because he feels most comfortable with them

• Most people would know he was from the esteemed Hyuga family, but no one would really process it because he’s not overly flashy and doesn’t really mention it

• He’s still pretty antisocial but after Naruto pretty much shoved his way into his life he started to open up

• Has so many fangirls and is always being asked on dates but is so confused, like why do these strangers always follow him? And who are these gifts from??

• I can really see a turf war between Neji’s fangirls and Sasuke’s fangirls over who’s better

• He most likely majors in business and finance to inherit the Hyuga company or at least have a fundamental role in it

• I think he’d like a roommate, especially if he lives off-campus

• I could see him living with someone like him so he’s not constantly overwhelmed by someone with Naruto’s personality

• Neji is always the model student and I could see him tutoring a few people (begrudgingly, of course)

• He’s always doing his best, but it might not seem like it? Neji is very good at retaining information, so the only time you’ll catch him really studying is if he knows he has trouble in that area

• His living space is meticulously clean and probably kinda bare

• He doesn’t really feel the need to decorate because it’s temporary, but if his roommate wants to he won’t care

• Neji is not a partier, but if his friends drag him to one he might stay for a while

• He’s such a lightweight and he might find himself drunk quicker than he thought possible

• Doesn’t have much of a hangover besides waking up disoriented and dizzy

• I love Neji honestly

Masterlist

#neji hyuga #neji #headcanon #naruto scenarios #naruto shippuden #collection #canon #modern #requested

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thiswaycomessomethingwicked · 4 years

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reading gourgauds personal diary is somewhat vexing because we see several different facets of napoleon, namely him throwing gourgaud under the bus, being inconsiderate, and calling him names such as fool or child- but gourgaud holds him to too high an esteem and is very unreasonable at times (see- him threatening to duel montholon in napoleons face), mostly under the influence of a current situation. at least we get to see napoleon giving out mac n cheese napoleon: hey gourgaud: No

I mean, I like Gourgaud’s diary for precisely that reason. Like Bertrand’s, it does less sugar-coating than the other memoirsts/diarists from St. Helena. Napoleon was a dick to them at times. Because part of Napoleon’s personality was his ability to be absolutely cruel and vicious to those around him. Especially those he did love and care about.

Napoleon was a multi-faceted person. One who had many, many flaws. (And many good parts as well. Because like us, he’s human. And the same as we all respond to different and people and challening circumstances in not always our best manner, so too did he.) I would argue that it’s nice to see more than one side of Napoleon in the memoirs and diaries instead of either pro-Bonapartist white-washing or anti-Bonapartist He Was The Anti-Christ hate hard-on. It paints a more complete picture.

With regards to calling Gourgaud a boy and a child, to be fair, Napoleon did that to Dr. O’Meara as well, who would have been around the same age as Gourgaud (circa-30s) compared to Napoleon’s 45+. It was meant in a loving, if teasing, tone. And, for Gourgaud, I think Napoleon always meant it in a way of “you’re young, you’ll see bigger picutres of events with age and experience.”

(Not unlike how I tease my brother, who is ten years my junior, for being a wee bébé though he obviously isn’t.)

Gourgaud’s love and dedication to Napoleon were extensive. But it has the flavour of a youthful allegiance. How, when you’re young, you throw yourself into the camp of whoever you think is deserving and gun for them full-on. Sometimes age and experience soften this, add more nuanced and realistic views to the situation (e.g. Bertrand, Duroc, Lannes ... many of Napoleon’s mates from early days who unreservedly loved him, and were deeply loyal to him, but also weren’t blind to his faults. Bertrand’s a fun one to follow on his journey at Napoleon’s side because he was so dry-humoured and clear-eyed about things yet boy are there moments of /heart eyes/ NaPoLeOn that happened along the way).

Napoleon was a man who was able to earn, or at least garner, men’s love and loyalty to extremes. He was an intense and extreme person - these sorts of things breed each other. Napoleon also raised Gourgaud up through the ranks. Saw his potential and nurtured it. He was fatherly to the young officer and Gourgaud returned that affection and attention with his intense devotion.

I mean, Napoleon clearly viewed Gourgaud as a sort of quasi-son. Even saying: “He was my first orderly officer. He is my work. He is my son.” This is also how Napoleon referred to his brother Louis when they were young. Napoleon taking the very paternal, fatherly role of bringing up his much younger brother and viewing him as a sort of proto-son. Napoleon had a penchant for adopting all the younger men around him and deciding they were now his children. It comes from having to take over as head of the family at fourteen. (And, not to mention, his generally paternal/familial/fatherly approach to people who he felt were under his protection. Like that was just a part of who Napoleon was, I believe, at a fundamental level. That paternal nature can absolutely be grating and annoying, but it is also just who Napoleon was and if he displayed it to you, a sign that you were considered part of his larger found-family sort of thing.)

And, to my mind, Napoleon’s love for Gourgaud was sincere and his attachment genuine. There’s a reason Gourgaud was present at all the major campaigns from ‘04 to ‘15.

Now, to be fair to Napoleon, Gourgaud was no walk in the park in terms of companionship. He was intense, high-energy, very high-strung and a bit neurotic, full-on, and smart therefore easily bored (not unlike a certain Emperor). Indeed, I suspect their similarities were a problem. They were too alike in their energy level, oddities, intensity to get along perfectly at all times. Also, Napoleon came from a family whose personal culture was to argue and bicker and make big displays over every little thing. Yet, for Napoleon’s part, he still loved them (Napoleon stop forgiving Caroline after every single betrayal. Napoleon: ... but she’s my sister.)

Napoleon, I would argue, actually handles Gourgaud fairly well, all things considered. From Gourgaud’s diary: [he’s been called a child by Napoleon who was trying to calm him down from another pique of anger/boredom/frustration.] ‘In short, I am very angry. The Emperor seeks to calm me. I remain silent. We pass into the dining room. He speaks to me gently. “I know you have commanded troops and batteries, but you are after all very young.” I only reply by gloomy silence.’

Now please understand: I adore Gourgaud. I love that stupid, brash, childish, headstrong man. I think he’s charming and fun and big-hearted, but I firmly, without a doubt, believe him to be someone you should only be around in small dosages. He was prone to jealousy that bordered on Junot-levels of extremes (which is, possibly, why it really twigged Napoleon off who was like “the last time someone was like this, it DIDN’T GO WELL”), he was irascible, petulant, and susceptible to trouble making.

It’s as Lord Rosebery said - Gourgaud was out of place on St. Helena. I love Rosebery’s description here: “...His [Gougaurd’s] energy, deprived of its natural outlets, turned it upon himself, on his nerves, and on his relations to others. He himself was in in much the same position as the Emperor. The result was that he was never happy except when grumbling and quarreling. To use Madam de Montholon’s figure when speaking of Napoleon, ‘His fire, for want of fuel, consumed himself and those around him.’ But Napoleon had the command of what luxury and companionship there was at St. Helena; the others in the little colony had their wives and children; Gourgaud had nothing ... he was a brilliant young officer devoted to his master with an unreasonable, petulant jealousy, which made his devotion intolerable; and above all, he was perpetually bored-bored with the islands, bored with the confinement, bored with isolation, bored with celibacy, bored with court life in a shanty, involving all the burdens without the splendor of a palace [my note: and he was born in Versailles and had a penchant for the elegant and extravagant], bored with inaction, and bored with himself for being bored.”

Napoleon described the living situation on St. Helena as being “like a large, unruly family” and I think that is entirely accurate. They rowed, they had good times, they played pranks on the British, they reminisced, they tried to hold things together despite the world being upside down, they got on each other’s nerves, they bickered, they dueled, they stepped in between the dueling parties and told them to knock it off, and so on.

St. Helena was one large, neurotic, unruly, opinionated, strong-personalitied family. There’s naturally going to be a lot of fraught moments in that. As well as beautiful ones.

thank you for the ask! apologies for the three mile long reply. <3

#gourgaud #Gourgaud’s Diary #napoleon #st helena #ask #reply #anon #napoleon bonaparte #st. helena #napolonic #history #19th century

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A virtual diary since I can't for the life of me keep a fucking real one

Oct 7 2021

Today in things I can't say to anyone in my real life, my freshly-minted husband (2.5 weeks) just could not believe that I needed him to wash his hands after touching the garbage can but before continuing to cook. Could not believe. So upset. "I touched the edge it's not dirty!". "I'm not touching any food!". "Even if I did the oven heat would kill it!". "If the can wasn't so small I wouldn't have to touch it!!" With of course the implied accusation it was my fault our apartment-sized garbage can was inadequate. And my personal favorite, radio silence when I refused to drop it saying it made me uncomfortable that he was doing that for food he was cooking for *us*.

Then he stormed off at 8:07pm. The time is significant here because it's our weekly Survivor date. Yes it's still on. Yes someone still watches it. Muttering "to find a solution." I woke up to find a massive garish stainless steel thing outside of the kitchen cabinet. That really showed me you guys, solution fucking found!!

It continues to amaze me how emotional and irrational he gets over things that do not fucking matter. How is washing your hands so controversial. I swear to God when he's like this my brain elevator music starts humming "and this is why I'm never having kids (with you)". I don't want kids period but its a nice fucking pick me up that I'll never have to deal with something stupid like this with kids.

This is the bit where I'm supposed to blunt this by saying how much I love him, how great he is usually and blah blah blah. I won't because I'm annoyed I (and women in general) always have to fucking do that. But also because regardless of how great a man is, they will always fucking fall short. I married him, I know his greats and his faults and agreed to take that on forever. I just want to point out that I have never had to deal with this living with my girlfriends.

And I resent the silent work I do to cater to him because it's apparently not fucking reciprocated at all. I can't have a cat because he doesn't like animals. Because I don't want him to feel uncomfortable in his own home I respect that. But I also can't expect food that hasn't been touched by garbage hands either because that's just so much to ask. But not eating the food he cooked will be the FUCKING NUCLEAR OPTION HERE. Don't know how the cat thing fits in but it feels related!!

In summary:

1. Why are men so dusty and inconsiderate

2. It's been 2.5 weeks and I'm already the nagging wife. Let's be real it's been 2 years (since we moved in).

3. Sometimes he is really hard to live with

4. Idc I'm gonna say it - like father like fucking son.

5. A late edit: My best friend's engagement broke down recently and idk maybe that's not the worst thing to be single. I still take out the trash and kill my own spiders plus I'm cooking for more on my weeks so where the hell is the benefit here and why does marriage have to mean living together.

#menaredusty #lifediary

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Fate: The Winx Saga - My Thoughts and Critique - Part 1: Characters

Be warned: The following post will be quite long as I have a lot to say. Please note that this is all my personal opinion and this is just the thoughts and critique of someone that has watched the original Winx Club several time and I have watched the new Winx Saga, and this is in no way a blind hatred based on only word of mouth and seeing half a trailer. Enjoy

I will be comparing this new series to the original 4Kids version, as this is the version I hold close to my heart and grew up watching. So if there are any plot differences I describe from the animation, it is probably due to the slight changes made in the Nick Dub, which some people will know best (example, in 4Kids dub, Aisha’s name is Layla, and Sparks is known as Domino in the Nick dub)

CHARACTERS

Well, I have a lot to say about the characters, just like anyone else. I’ll break down, the casting, compare the character to the animation, and their personality in the Netflix series.

Bloom

The actress chosen in my opinion was a good choice. The problem I have, is her personality. They got the determination and hot-head traits right, of course. But in the animation, Bloom is warm, friendly and bubbly. Easy-going and popular among her peers. I don’t know if they were trying to appeal to the oh-so-angsty teenagers that don’t want to go outside and have few friends. The typical “I’m not like other girls” trope. Tropes are popular, and as someone who has written stories in the past, I have used that trope once, but usually it’s a trope I like when it’s to show the character’s beauty compared to others who may be catty and selfish; not so beautiful on the inside. Here, to me, Bloom is just unlikable. She may be angsty and a rebellious teen, blah blah blah, but she was so rude to people like her Earth mother, and inconsiderate of her own actions and how it could affect those around her. Even if Aisha told her “That is a bad idea, you’re going to regret it” she runs along and does it anyway, and then she gets into a bad situation which also affects everyone, Even if she helps clean up the mess, damage is still done.

In Fate, Bloom’s relationship with her parents is not amazing. Yes, she’s an angsty, rebellious teen who almost kills them because she lost control of her power, but I found this cold, rude relationship so unnecessary. As a teen, sometimes it may seem like no one is listening nor can understand, parents just seem nosy and overbearing, but communication is key. That’s what I find so many shows are missing now: communication.

Looking at Bloom’s relationship with her parents in the animation, it’s not only simpler for them to know from the start that she has powers, but it makes the communication between both parties better. This strong relationship Bloom and her parents have is always present, but we see the beauty of it in Season 1, episode 13, “Meant to Be” when Mike and Vanessa sit her down and talk to her about how they realised she had magic before that fateful meeting with Stella.

There is none of that warmth and love now. Bloom curses at her mother, gives her attitude and is overall just a brat. Bloom may feel remorse towards herself for burning her mother, but then, why is the attitude towards her so ugly? I really don’t like it.

Aisha/Layla

Next is Aisha, who is the only character that was not whitewashed from the original. The only reason I think she wasn’t is because the creators of Winx Saga knew there would be a true uproar if they dared to replace her with someone non-black.

She is the general voice of reason in the group, and the babysitter of Bloom and company. She will support and be the shoulder for Bloom to lean on in a few cases, but generally she’s the only one calling Bloom out for being rash and insensible, but then she gets ignored or sneered at for it, despite rbeing the only one with awareness for consequences.

There isn’t much to compare to with her animated version except for her being athletic; made very obvious in episode one where she says “I swim twice a day, every day”. (Even though that is the only episode we see her following said routine.) Other than that, her backstory is not expanded upon like the animation, obviously due to the lack of screen time and actual length of the Netflix series, therefore for me, I didn’t really bond with her character like in the original.

Stella

The actress is pretty. Not too hard to cast a pretty blonde in a series. Moving on.

In the original Winx, I adore Stella. She’s bubbly, she’s fun, she’s bright. Literally the sunshine of the group. Yes, she has her snooty privileged princess moments, but she is a likable snooty, privileged princess. Why? She showed that she really does care for her friends. Stella can be self-centered and insecure, but she’s never afraid to say that she’s wrong when she realises her mistakes. This is shown several times, but right now I can speak of two instances: Season 1, Episode 8 “Spelled”. Technically, she was under a spell that made her moody and rude, but she still knew she had to set things right after upsetting Musa. Another memorable moment for me when she showed her caring side was during the girls’ stay at the no-magic resort in Season 2, episode 21 ““Trouble in Paradise”. She went after Aisha/ Layla to check if she was all right, they connected and Stella earned her Charmix. Overall, Stella in the animation has her flaws, but she is loved by all and she herself loves the people she’s close to.

However, Stella in Winx Saga, I detest. I was really disappointed with what they did to her character. Honestly, it would have made more sense if she was Diaspro (Sky’s ex-fiance from season 1 and 3) and not Stella. She’s a snob, rude and dismissive of others’ feelings. They did try to toss a sympathy card at our faces later when they eplained the reason why Winx Saga Stella is so - her toxic, overbearing and abusive mother - but honestly, maybe it was because it happened so fast because of the limited time, butI was not feeling any sympathy towards her. I felt like I should have, but I couldn’t. I hope her character changes in Season 2, if I even bother watching it, because I was enormously disappointed with Stella’s new persona for this first season. The Solaria ring was nice enough though.

Musa

Well, here we go. One of the infamous whitewashing cases. To tell the truth, I'm not surprised but disappointed that it acueallyhappened. You mean to tell me they couldn't find any capable Asian actresses for Musa? Yes, small production and low budget, but still. If you are going to make a live action for a cast that is well loved, respected and recognised for the diversity, you should keep it. It just feels like they do it on purpose at this point.

Winx Club Musa I like a lot. I love all the girls, but she's just so laid-back and cool, but she's not afraid to call someone out for being unfair or on their attitude (namely Stella most times). She cares for her friends and she cares for Riven. She's family oriented and she's so passionate about music.

In Winx Saga, she's a mind fairy who used to be a dancer and listens to music with headphones to block out the emotions of people around her when she gets overwhelmed. Interesting new concept and it comes in handy for the new show material. I wouldn't say she was completely unlikable in the WS series but there wasn't anything much besides her ability and that she and Sam (Terra's brother) had somehting more than a fling going on. They were a nice couple. Good chemistry in kisses. I don't know why they decided to not make Riven her man - who knows what the plan is. Riven was not hers in the beginning of the animation either, but we saw a great bond form later on. Their relationship had problems unlike the other Winx couples, but they still are a fan favourite. Let's see how this new match goes I guess?

Flora/Terra

Terra We all know she's supposed to be Flora, no matter how they try to spin it. Before anyone says she's a different character so it's not whitewashing, I have seen a video on Youtube where a girl explains that in actuality, it was supposed to be Flora because there are (now deleted) clips of characters talking to Flora, not Terra. And the adresses portfolio said she was to play Flora. They seemed to change it to avoid heating up the hot water they had already landed themselves into.

Therefore, I will be comparing Terra and Flora. I was extremely disappointed when I saw the trailer and realised Flora was clearly not there. I am not usually one to care whether or not someone looks like me in a show, but I do relate to Flora. I may not always be one that likes to get close to nature honestly, but everything else about her I relate to. I love pink a lot, I am a mixed race person so her looks are what I identify with the most, and our personalities are quite similar.

Terra, on the other hand, is obviously white. The love of plants is there and her sweet and gentle personality is there. Though, it doesn’t get much time to shine because whenever she speaks, she’s either cut off or ignored, unless she’s spouting information the others want to hear at the moment. They did make her quite chatty, and at times even I was a bit annoyed, not because she was chatty, but because that trait just seemed to be a gateway for the scriptwriters to hit you with details about Alfea and its history, and information about fairies without making much effort. Terra didn’t have much screen time, but whenever she was on screen, she was always the butt of a joke and treated poorly. When the situation became dire, she did have some moments of strength, but then the other characters still treated her the same so it seems meaningless.

One main reason Terra stands out to the audience is the fact that she’s the only plus-sized character. I’m all for representation, but I don’t like where they went with Terra. She’s shown to be insecure about her body (shown when she avoids her roommates to change alone). Yes, she’s supposed to be a teen who has heard non-directed comments about weight by other characters, but why couldn’t they make her a confident plus-sized girl? I have plenty of friends that are plus-sized and confident about themselves, older or younger. In media, it’s rare enough to see a plus-sized person, but also one that has confidence. This show is directed to teens, and those who may look and feel the same as Terra won’t have a good example set for themselves to be more confident. If you’re going to include a certain figure in your story, yes, everyone has insecurities and all, but if you have the power to shine light and empower, do it right!

Sky

One reason why I bothered watching the show. Danny Griffin. The man playing Sky. Iin the original Winx, I did not really care for Sky as I’m not really into the long blonde hair, I prefer shorter hair. So I was quite pleased to see this casting as it fits more into my personal type.

Anyways, let’s continue.

I found that the casting was done well for Sky. A hot blonde warrior that can wield weapons well? They nailed it. However, that’s kind of where it ended for me. Due to the plot, his character was pretty much ruined for me. Winx Saga Sky was sadly unremarkable personality-wise. The story didn’t allow for much expansion for him besides having the hots for Bloom and the whole boo-hoo story about his father. There was something of a nice relationship with his mentor, but I’ll get to that later.

Danny Griffin’s performance was quite good. My only issue was one part of his first appearance where his first few lines. . .sounded like lines. Not so much the result of bad acting, but it just was another case of sounding like lines written for a script than natural conversation. But I only really saw that in the first episode, and since everyone would have been getting into character at that time I can let it pass. Otherwise, he performed well as an actor.

Riven

Winx Club Riven does not have the best first impression. According to Musa, he’s “a little rough around the edges, but that’s kind of his charm”. He’s a troubled, moody guy who falls for the wrong girl. He has a very competitive side, especially with Sky, who always manages to beat him in combat. He is indeed often arrogant of his abilities, but he proved himself to not be just all talk during his escape from imprisonment in Cloud Tower during Season 1, and even Sky admitted to being impressed with his knowledge of survival and strategies, even going so far as to say he always thought Riven was the “Red Fountain Slacker”. Animated Riven also has a sweet side that was displayed in season 2 when he comforted Musa during the girls’ first mission to Shadowhaunt, and much more so after they started dating. He expressed how much he cared for Musa in shy but blunt ways. Flawed, but a character that developed throughout the series.

Winx Saga completely threw that out of the window. Riven is now just a clown that does bad boy things. He’s clearly still being portrayed as the “edgy” character with troubles and insecurities, but the rest of the show is so aggressively dark and edgy that he really has no way to stand out anymore. I don’t know what they’re planning to do with his characterr later on, but I really dislike what they did to him. The only thing done right is his competitive nature towards Sky. Side note, this is also my personal preference, but I must add that I am not feeling the minimal facial hair. I’d prefer a clean shaven face. The little spikes just looks messy. But then, facial hair always looks messy to me.

Faragonda

Faragonda. Or as she is known now, Farah Dowling. I’m not sure what to say for her. The actress did well, I can say that. The problem always lies with the characters themselves.

Faragonda is a beloved headmistress that always has an eye out for her students, whether she watches them through her magic mirror in her office or just personally. She gives them enough guidance so they can grow on their own and helps them when she sees the need to. However, she is also strict when needed and will not condone disobedience; this was seen in season 1 when the Winx were punished for breaking into Cloud Tower to get Stella’s ring from the Trix. She is a brave, just and kind woman, well suited for a principal position.

Farah Dowling does not have much besides her position. She’s very secretive and those secrets seem to be there to cause drama when it could have ben avoided. It could be an irrational thought process that humans have, but I’d expect that from someone who hasn’t experienced much in life. The type of past Farah has, she should know better than to keep secrets if she knows it can put the whole school in danger. Her lack of disciplinary action was evident, whether it was the scene of a villain making their move or Bloom blatantly disobeying orders and making choices that moved the plot forward a bit. It was odd to see that even if she knew this person went dilly-dallying in her office or broke a rule, ut wasn’t met with discipline unless something really bad happened. Whereas, we all know that in a school setting, small rule breaking is also punished. I did like the part in the last episode when she and Bloom finally had a warm interaction, I found it very sweet and it was nice to finally have her interact with Bloom without having to expect some impending doom to arise in the next scene.

Beatrix

We did not get the stylish trio we know and love for Winx Saga, but I must say, I was not disappointed by Sadie Soverall. She portrayed the character really well.

She’s a blending of the famous Trix. She’s cunning and does not let anyone get in her way, much like Icy. Seductive like Darcy and I’d say she has Stormy’s malicious nature. (I mean the Trix are all malicious but Stormy generally could let her viciousness rule her judgement). As well as the fact that her power kind of looks like electric bolts, like Stormy’s.

A manipulator that was being manipulated. She’s icy cold, cunning and she knows who she should attach herself to in order to reach her goals. Just a sub-villain I say, but I enjoyed the character. Minus the odd little plots her character was mixed into, which I will discuss later.

Rosalind

A new character who so far seems like the puppet master of all the characters - both good and evil sides. A master manipulator and charismatic. Very enjoyable to watch despite her short screen time. She was the one person that actually had me excited to know what was going to happen next. Very well performed in my opinion.

Mike

The only time I saw this actor truly in character was in the last episode when he was wearing this blue shirt. He really looked like Mike. It may always be necessary to dress a character exactly like the original, but some things are just subtle and yet iconic. Imagine Shaggy from Scooby-Doo without his green shirt and brown pants combo. It wouldn’t feel like him. Otherwise he’s quite a basic looking man so not too hard to cast. I do think this actor really matched Mike though - looks wise, at least.

With Mike, there are less interactions with Bloom besides having very basic “How are you doing?”conversations. There’s a lame joke here and there but nothing really worth commenting over.here now The focus when it came to mentioning the parents in Winx Saga was mostly to Vanessa.

Vanessa

Vanessa in the original series is warm, loving and a good mother. She and Bloom have a strong relationship and have great communication between them, and Bloom not only respects her but also goes to Vanessa when she needs advice and support. The ideal mother-daughter bond.

Date’s Vanessa is more. . .trying to be a good mother but not quite nailing it. As I mentioned during Bloom’s analysis, she’s met with hostility or downright rudeness if she even mentions going out and making friends to her daughter. There were a few moments when it could have been touching to see thieir interactions, but apart from the scene when Bloom was feeling homesick, it felt a bit rushed. Perhaps it was the acting, perhaps it was that the awkward interactions overruled the positive ones, but the Winx Saga relationship between Bloom and Vanessa didn’t feel as connected.

In conclusion, mot of the acting was well done. The issues I have were mostly due to the writing of the characters, not the ability of the actors.

Other minor characters will be analysed during the plot discussion.

#winx club #winx saga #fate winx club #bloom #sky #musa #flora #terra #aisha #layla #riven #4kids dub #netflix #2021 #winx alfea

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whitesparrows97 · 4 years

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Stuck With You

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Neighbour AU

Summary: Unfortunately, you can’t choose your neighbors. If you could, you would have exchanged the neighbor above you a long time ago. If on top of that, you suddenly get stuck with him in a confined space, Friday night could only get better.

Warnings: Angst, panic attacks, mentions of claustrophobia and agoraphobia

Word Count: 4.3K

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Your gaze glided up to the ceiling and you could not suppress the annoyed sigh. A few seconds earlier you had flinched again at the loud noise above you. With a click of your tongue you pulled the sleeve of your sweater over your fingertips and wiped up the small puddle of tea that you had spilled on the desk in surprise.

Every day it was the same. You didn’t know what your neighbour was doing above you in his apartment, but sometimes you had the feeling that a herd of elephants was testing how high they could jump, only to come back down loudly on the floor.

The thought wasn’t even that far-fetched. You couldn’t imagine that a single person could be that loud. But you were proven wrong day in, day out.

Bang!

There it was again. What on earth was he doing on a Thursday at just before midnight? If he was at least loud at normal hours, it wouldn’t bother you half as much. You were out most of the time anyway, but when you came home in the evening, you just wanted to have your peace.

Peace and quiet you haven’t had for about half a year, because at that time the nice older lady had moved out to move into assisted living. Her replacement was a young man, with whom you had already had to deal with several times.

Most of the time your encounters consisted of you going upstairs after a few hours of being annoyed and knocking on his door to complain. At first you had tried the nice way. He probably didn’t know how poorly soundproofed the walls in this house were and he didn’t realize that you could hear everything he was doing in his apartment.

You remembered that he had apologized directly and had been really surprised. On the way back down to your apartment you had even thought that you might ask him for a date. To be honest, you were surprised how handsome he had been when he opened the door.

That euphoria had lasted until the very next evening. It was like you’d never been up there. For a moment you even wondered if you’d imagined talking to him. But you didn’t see the point of trying to have another conversation with him not even twenty-four hours later. At that time, you still had the hope that he would at least respect the rest periods. Now you laughed at your own naivety.

He had not even told you what was so important that he had to do it half the night. Actually you didn’t care either, but at some point you started to make up your own explanation. You hoped very much that you were wrong and that there was neither a serial killer living above you who buried his bodies in the walls nor a fanatic who had to move his furniture around every night. Nor the herd of elephants your neighbor only let out of their cages at night.

Although, of the three, the fanatical furniture lover was your preferred choice…

You did not understand how some people were so inconsiderate and apparently assumed to be alone in this world. At some point you had stopped counting how many times you had been up there and had given up. If he still didn’t understand it on the fifth, sixth, seventh time, he wouldn’t suddenly show insight on the eighth time.

But he had always been very nice, you had to give him credit for that. Yet you were just annoyed by him. Your gaze glided to the small display in the corner of your monitor and you had to sigh.

12:10. And probably still no peace in sight. No sooner had this thought shot into your head than it rumbled over you again. Oh, maybe your neighbor had a problem with a poltergeist, too.

You shook your head once briefly to dispel this thought and tried to clear your mind. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Deep breath in and out. Inhale, exhale–

Bang!

That’s enough. Enough was enough. You got up from your desk and put on your old sneakers, which you could just slip into without opening your shoelaces. Before you left the apartment, you took a quick look in the big mirror in the hall. Not particularly charming, but presentable. After all, you had already made yourself ready for bed and only wanted to watch one episode of your favourite TV show.

With tired steps you trudged the few steps to the floor above you and came to a halt at the door of your favourite neighbour. You knocked, and while you waited, you wondered if he could guess that you were at his door every time. Did you perhaps have a special way of knocking at the door by which he recognized you? Or was it simply because you were probably the only one in the house who complained to him about the noise?

A few seconds later you were still standing in front of a closed door, staring at the yellowed white of the wood. Funny, that was new, that he completely ignored you now. You tried knocking again and when nothing happened again after a short wait, you rang the bell. You breathed a sigh of relief when a moment later you heard footsteps in the apartment and the key turning in the lock.

„Hey,” you greeted your neighbour, who already nodded at you, although you had hardly said anything.

“Let me guess, I was too loud again?” he said with a little smile and leaned against the door with one arm.

You just gave him back a small and quick smile.

“Okay, I’ll keep it down,” he placated you. Apparently, he saw that you weren’t in a joking mood today. “I promise, Y/N,” he added and gave you a big smile. Automatically your gaze glided to his eyes, which became cute little crescents when he laughed.

You deleted the word cute directly from your vocabulary if it was related to your neighbour. That your heart made a little jump when he said your name, you also ignored skillfully.

“Then please stick with it, Jimin,” you told him. “It’s during the week and already after midnight. I have to get up early in the morning and I can’t sleep with all that noise.”

The smile on the young man’s face disappeared as quickly as it had come. “Okay, got it,” he said and nodded. You nodded goodbye to him once more and went back to your apartment. You knew that this silence would last ten, maybe twenty minutes at most. Maybe enough time to fall asleep if you gave up the episode of your series.

When you fell into your bed a little later and it was still quiet, you were a little surprised, but you drifted off to sleep so quickly that you didn’t have time to worry about it.

The next morning you were more relaxed than you’d been in a long time. You didn’t know why, but you weren’t complaining. On the contrary, the day at your part-time job in the café went by so fast this time and when you went home you even had a lot of energy left. Despite the double shift your boss had put you on because Nathalie cancelled at the last minute. But you weren’t complaining about that either. You could use the extra money.

On the way home you got something to eat because you knew that you wouldn’t feel like cooking despite all that energy. You were looking forward to make yourself comfortable on your little couch and to end the evening with a nice movie and a glass of wine.

With a slight jump in your walk you covered the last few meters to your apartment building and unlocked the door. Just a few more steps and you would be home and finally start your weekend. The elevator doors opened with a soft ‘ping’ and you stepped into the small room. With your free hand you pressed the button on floor 11, while the other hand clasped the two handles of the thin plastic bag tighter for fear of dropping the food so close to your destination.

The doors were about to slide shut again before a voice shouted “Wait!” from the hallway.

Quickly you pressed the button that made the doors slide open again and Jimin dashed into the elevator. He was a little out of breath when he thanked you. He leaned over to you and pressed the button on floor 12, and you couldn’t help but notice his stunning scent. God, how could anyone smell that good after such a long day?

But who knows, maybe he freshly got out of the shower and just took out the trash or something? That would at least explain why he could afford to be up so late.

Silently you stood next to each other while the elevator doors closed again and the elevator started moving. You didn’t know if you should say anything, and if so, what exactly. But what you could say for sure was that it was getting stuffier and stuffier in the small square room and the atmosphere became increasingly uncomfortable as the elevator went up.

Jimin cleared his throat next to you. “I’m really sorry I’m always so loud,” he apologized and your head shot in his direction in surprise. It was not the first time you saw Jimin in the hallway, but that he apologized so seriously was new.

“No problem, I know you’re not doing it on purpose,” you dismissed his apology with a gesture of your hand. But did you actually know that? You knew he was obviously sorry, or at least he claimed to be. However, that didn’t change the fact that he was still loud.

“I’m dancing,” blurted it out of him, and he looked at you with big eyes. “You can probably hear me practicing my choreography,” he continued as you looked at him questioningly. “I listen to the music mostly through Bluetooth headphones so I don’t disturb you with it and I try to be really quiet. But a lot of dance steps require a lot of energy–”

His explanation was abruptly interrupted when the elevator suddenly came to a halt with a loud crunch. You looked at the display above the buttons indicating the floor, but the red numbers only showed two letters: ER. Error. Great.

“Probably just a brief malfunction,” Jimin said after a short silence. “But perhaps we should still press the emergency button?”

You nodded and pressed the button with the yellow bell. Three seconds, as the instruction on the sign below explained. A loud ringing was heard, which only stopped when you removed your finger. A short crackling sound came from the loudspeaker, then only static was heard.

“Is that normal?” you asked, looking over your shoulder at Jimin.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, I’ve never been stuck in an elevator before.” He also tried to press the button, but even with him, the loudspeaker only crunched and cracked and apparently no connection to the technician was made. “But I’m sure people will realize soon that the elevator doesn’t work.”

“I hope so,” you replied, sinking to the dirty ground. The fact that right in front of your feet was a dried-up puddle of indefinable liquid and a crumpled handkerchief was lying there, was of little interest to you at that moment. Your heart was racing and you felt the nausea rising inside you.

“Hey, are you okay?” Jimin asked anxiously and knelt down in front of you.

You wiped your sweaty hands on your jeans and nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.” That your voice sounded flat and thin, you hardly noticed. Your attention was on the silver walls of the elevator, which framed you from all sides. The glaring LED light blinded you and you squinted your eyes as you looked back down to the floor.

Jimin also sat down on the floor and leaned his back against the elevator wall next to you, so that you sat at right angles to each other. You had your legs pulled up and there wouldn’t even be enough room if you stretched them out like Jimin. In fact, the elevator was just big enough for him to stretch them out at all. His feet took up the full width of the elevator and already hit the opposite side.

“There’s nothing better to do on a Friday night,” Jimin joked, trying to lighten the mood a bit. “Were you planning on going out tonight to party or meet some friends?”

You were irritated by all his questions and his talk. You didn’t know why, but it made you even more nervous and overwhelmed you. “No,” you therefore answered succinctly, hoping that this would have settled the matter for Jimin.

Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to. “So you prefer to spend Friday nights in the comfort of your own home? Interesting,” he continued, raising one eyebrow. You didn’t even look at him, but smoothed the plastic on the handles, which were a little wrinkled from carrying and from the weight of the contents. It was as if you had tunnel vision, there was only the white of the plastic on the black of your jeans. Everything else you had blanked out.

“Did I do anything to you?” Jimin’s voice brought you back to the present. You winced and looked up. Jimin looked at you with a mixture of anger and insecurity. “I know I’m loud a lot, but I’ve apologized every time and explained to you why. I really try to be considerate and I have even accepted the fact that I am no longer the best in my class, because I can no longer practice as much. I don’t expect you to like me, but I thought we were both mature enough that we could talk neutrally. At least now that we’re both stuck in an elevator together.”

Jimin had finished his short tirade and you could only stare at him in confusion. “What?” you asked, dumbfounded. You felt like all your synapses in your head were just reconnecting. You didn’t know how to talk or form words or even whole sentences. You didn’t know how to breathe or how to swallow. The oppressive feeling in your chest was getting stronger and stronger and you felt like your heart was about to collapse as fast as it was beating.

“Are you really all right, Y/N? You’re really pale,” you heard Jimin’s voice, but it sounded far away. As if Jimin was no longer in the elevator and as if he had left you here alone. Alone with the fear of never leaving this square hell of metal again.

You felt warm hands on yours, and you flinched again. “Calm down, Y/N. It’s all right,” he spoke to you in a soft voice, but you still kept your eyes closed. You knew that if you opened them now the tears would just pour out of them.

Instead, you shook your head. It wouldn’t be all right if you were locked up here for hours, maybe even days. It felt like the air in the small room was getting even stickier and your breathing accelerated in an attempt to pump more oxygen into your lungs.

You felt a hand on your cheek trying to lift your head a little bit, but you felt like you were frozen, every muscle in your body tensed to the utmost.

“Y/N, please look at me,” you heard Jimin say and in all the confusion of thoughts and feelings, you felt his warm breath on your face. “Yes, just like that. I am here,” he said and only now did you realize that you had followed his request and opened your eyes.

Immediately the tears made their way down your cheeks and your upper body was shaken by sobs. “Shh,” Jimin tried to calm you down and gently stroked your cheeks to catch the tears.

“I-I have the f-feeling… t-to suffocate,” you somehow managed to get out and you were glad you had managed to explain your fear to Jimin. As calmly as he dealt with the whole situation, he didn’t seem to understand the seriousness of the situation, that you were really suffocating.

“Try to concentrate on your breathing,” he said, his hands still holding your face.

“I c-can’t,” you pushed out, squinting your eyes again.

“Yes, you can,” Jimin disagreed with you. “You’re breathing too much oxygen and hyperventilating. Here,” he explained to you and suddenly a hand was gone from your face. A moment later you felt it on your stomach. “You feel my hand, right?” You nodded. “Very good, now try to push it forward with your breathing.”

You exhaled once more before trying to push his hand forward the next time you inhaled. “Perfect, just like that,” he praised you and you continued to concentrate on his hand, which was lying on your stomach with a slight pressure. You repeated this a few times until you noticed how the haze seemed to lift from your head. Your heartbeat had also calmed down again.

Jimin kept his hand on your belly and as you opened your eyes carefully, you realized what position you and Jimin were in. He knelt right beside you while one hand gently stroked your cheek. His face was not even a hand’s length away from you and you could even see the slight stubble of his beard on his chin.

As your gaze fell back up, you took care not to stop at his full, pink lips, which he had opened slightly and which only invited you to press your lips onto them.

Wherever the oxygen had gone, your brain had apparently received too little of it. You cleared your throat once and turned your head to the side while you felt the heat rise to your cheeks.

“Are you feeling better?” Jimin asked, releasing his hand from your cheek, and as you nodded, the hand on your belly also left its place. To your surprise, however, Jimin didn’t back off, but sat down right next to you so that your shoulders touched.

He reached out a hand to you and you were overwhelmed for a moment and didn’t know what to do with it. Jimin did not hesitate and took your free hand with his and interlocked your fingers. Only now did you notice that your other hand was still clutching the handles of the plastic bag. You loosened the grip a little bit and your fingers ached slightly.

“I used to have panic attacks a lot,” Jimin said softly and you looked up at him. His gaze was directed at something in front of him, as if he was remembering that time. “Unfortunately, most of the time, I had no one to help me get through them.”

“I’m sorry,” you replied, squeezing his hand tenderly once. You could hardly express in words how grateful you were that Jimin had been with you and helped you. And also that he gave you so much support now. It was good to feel him beside you, to hold his hand.

He looked at you, and for a moment, everything was quiet. Only the buzzing of the LED lamps and the noise of the loudspeaker could be heard. Then he smiled at you. It was the smile you liked so much on him and it seemed as if there was only you. At least in that one moment.

“I’m glad I’m stuck here with you,” he confessed, eliciting a little laugh from you.

“I’m sure of it,” you returned ironically. “Who wouldn’t want to be stuck in a confined space with someone who immediately panics and starts crying?” You snorted. “And with someone who always gets upset at you because you’re too loud.”

Jimin nudged you with his shoulder. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You have a good right for silence and I’ll stick to the rest periods from now on,” he promised you, “I also saw an advertising from a small rehearsal room near here and from the free times, that would fit perfectly.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “Really? But you don’t have to do that, Jimin. I don’t want you out late at night, and a rehearsal space like this must be super expensive…” You didn’t want to say it, but you felt guilty. Sure, you often get upset with him when he was loud and you could barely concentrate. But that didn’t make him a bad person. His reactions and actions in the last few minutes had proven the opposite.

Jimin dismissed your concerns with a wave of his hand. “The rehearsal space would actually be paid for by my university, and it’s not that much. I would only have it from late at night to early in the morning and I’m sure it would be empty otherwise. Not all dancers are so crazy and practice at night after they’ve practiced all day.” He threw you a quick smile. “And the room’s just down the street, so it doesn’t really get any more perfect than that.”

You gave a short, satisfied ‘Hm’ of yourself and pondered over your thoughts for a moment. “Thank you, Jimin,” you said, then looked up at him again. “I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t been here.”

Jimin paused to think before answering, “You probably would have passed out and then woken up again at some point.”

“Thanks for the honest answer,” you laughed, then you punched him in the chest with your intertwined hands. “But this was the better alternative.”

“Absolutely,” he agreed with you and looked you in the eye again. Damn, it was like his lips were magnetic, the way your eyes were drawn to them. His eyes were such a dark brown that they almost blended with his pupils. Your eyes glided over his delicate nose and finally reached his full lips.

The lips on which a little grin now spread. You looked up again and there was a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, too. You rolled your eyes and looked to the side again. You had hoped not to have been too obvious and to catch just a glimpse. Of course, Jimin had noticed it right away. How could he not, when you were sitting inches apart?

You were surprised when you felt a hand on your cheek that turned your head back in his direction. You looked at Jimin curiously, but then you saw his gaze wandering down as well, lying on your lips. The unspoken question was in the air and you answered it by leaning forward and pressing your lips against his.

His full lips received you and immediately a feeling of warmth spread within you. “Do you want to keep clutching the bag,” Jimin muttered into the kiss, and you both had to laugh.

“Sorry,” you said, released the handles and ran your fingers through his soft hair instead. His tongue ran tenderly over your lips and you willingly opened them. Jimin did not hesitate and explored your mouth with his tongue while he tried to pull you closer with his hand. You were more or less almost lying on top of him, your hands still clasped together while the others explored each other’s bodies.

“God,” Jimin sighed as you took a short breath, “I’ve dreamed of this moment since the first time you stood at my door.”

“Is that why you were always so loud?” you returned with a grin, and Jimin returned it.

“You’ve seen right through me,” he said playfully. “By the way, in movies they always show that a kiss can also help you when hyperventilating.”

You raised one eyebrow skeptically. “You had the chance to test it earlier,” you gave back just as playfully and threw your leg over his legs so that you sat on his lap. “Do you think there are cameras installed here?”

“As if, have you looked at the building?” Jimin laughed. “The elevator doesn’t work, so I don’t think the landlord cares about cameras.”

“Good to know,” you whispered and pressed your lips demandingly on his again. A second later you both flinched when suddenly a loud noise filled the elevator. It took a moment before you identified the source. Your heads turned to the small loudspeaker from which the static noise could no longer be heard, but instead a dial tone, like a telephone.

A moment later, a friendly sounding female voice made its way to you in the elevator. “You have dialed the emergency number. Unfortunately we have only now been put through to you. What elevator are you in?”

Jimin had regained his composure more quickly and explained to the woman which street and which building you were in. She collected all the data she needed and promised to send a technician as soon as possible.

“How long will that take?” Jimin asked.

The woman on the other end of the line was quiet for a moment, as if she was sorry to deliver the message. “It will take at least an hour for the technician to get to you. On top of that, there’s the time it takes them to see exactly what’s wrong with the elevator so they can let you out. But it shouldn’t take longer than two hours,” she explained.

“Okay, great, thanks a lot,” Jimin said goodbye, and shortly after that, a crackling sound could be heard before the old familiar static noise took over again.

Your eyes fell on Jimin, who grinned at you. “What?” you asked and could not help smiling.

“Then we’ll have at least an hour to ourselves,” he said, and wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer and press his lips back onto yours.

Hi! I hope you enjoyed this little short story! To be honest, I’m finding it very hard to find anything good in my stories right now. I know that I’m a very self-critical person, but at the moment it’s getting a bit out of hand. So if you wonder why I publish so few new stories - that’s the reason (the same is true for chapter 17 of A Thousand Springs). Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed the story and have a nice rest of the week! ♥️

#bts x reader #bts x you #jimin x you #bts imagine #jimin x reader #bts fanfic #bts

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the-golden-ghost · 4 years

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1-3 for Marsha, 8, 10, 11, and 12 for Infernus, 14-16 for Vesper, 20-23 for Sylvetta, 24, 27, and 28 for Illumina, and 33, 34, 36, and 41 for Molch!

Oh, this is fantastic, thank you!

Marsha:

1. What is your OC’s favorite color?

Probably brown or green. Lucky she lives in a swamp, isn’t it? Somehow I don’t think Marsha really gives a damn about color, though.

2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect?

Frogs

Nice woven baskets to keep stuff in

Cool rocks (bring her a cool rock and she’ll give you 50% off a spell but don’t tell anyone)

3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to?

I’m pretty sure if she had allergies they cleared up a looooooong time ago.

Fernie:

8. What is your OC’s theme song?

Disco Inferno lmao

10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC?

Hmmmm maybe envy? He kinda wants to be recognized as one of the most powerful and useful wizards but while he has power, his abilities are more what you’d usually call “a nuisance.” He’s a bit resentful over that.

11. What are your OC’s hobbies?

Apparently baking, as of recently. He also does alchemy and... probably landscaping, via burning down and melting the landscape around him. Fun?

12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they?

He’s surprisingly not that hot-headed for a guy who is made of lava but that doesn’t mean you should pester him incessantly. He DOES have his limits.

Vesper:

14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods?

Vesper doesn’t need to eat (none of them do) but they prefer light, sweet but not-to-sweet foods like those little cake things that are hollow inside. I can’t remember the name of them right now. Their least favorite food is definitely liver because of the texture and flavor. Nasty.

15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why?

Something nocturnal! Maybe an owl or a raccoon. Probably an owl though, since they sing in the evening.

16. What does your OC smell like?

Night air, wet grass and moonflowers.

Sylvetta:

20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in ours) how would they react? What would they do?

Well, it would be really weird since Sylvetta looks like a living puppet so I think people would scream and run. But probably she’d just go shopping and hoard a bunch of crap and then take it all home with her and try to figure out if she can mess with it. I think she’d LOVE video games.

21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves?

She’s just kinda odd? She’s doesn’t really have any restraint on what she can and will do which causes problems, less for herself than for others. She’s pretty inconsiderate overall and her modus operandi is “who cares, everyone will either die or forget about it in a hundred years anyway so why bother being accountable to anyone” and she’s not totally wrong. She also doesn’t see her “creatures” as fully autonomous (her main ability is creating life, a la Frankenstein, and she’s about as kind and responsible for the life she creates as he is). So there’s that. I could probably list some of her other interpersonal issues but there’s a WHOOOLE lot

As for pet peeves, uh... huh. She doesn’t like termites or fire (for obvious reasons) and she gets annoyed when people bring up shit she did in the past like “MAN that was like three hundred years ago, get over it already!” Like I said, she’s not a fan of Accountability.

22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school?

Probably a straight-B student. She did complete high school before she did her wizard training, so that’s actually certainly what she was. The kind of student who’s actually really smart but doesn’t care and can’t be bothered, so doesn’t study.

23. What is a random fact about your OC?

Because she’s made of wood she can saw off parts of her own body and reattach/replace them. Which is creepy but sometimes if parts of her crack or wear away, it’s gotta be done!

Illumina:

24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living?

She knows she’s gonna live forever so she tries to be chill about it. Holding on to things is kind of pointless when you know for a fact that life is changeable and things do not stay the same.

She’s actually quite attached to the other wizards because of this, seeing them as the only constant in her eternal life, but when Molch dies, even that becomes suspect. Which pretty much leaves her to take a “live fast die young wreak havoc and care about nothing” approach.

27. What kind of childhood did your character have?

A pretty good one, if a bit dull. She just lived in the village, went to school, went home. She had a little sister and loving parents who supported her in everything. She actually discovered she had Magical Talents at a young age, probably around the age of 13, but the other wizards refused to train her until she was certain she wanted to take this path. The assumed she wouldn’t, since she had a loving, stable home and a future ahead of her, but she actually did.

28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions?

Sometimes she uses her magic to distract from awkward situations (she’s an illusionist) but she does not stim that I’m aware of yet, and although she may be addicted to Causing Problems on Purpose (delicately, though. Only pranks, she’s not malicious) she doesn’t really have any others.

Molch:

33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why?

I’m not sure he could kill someone if he wanted to. He’s physically large, clumsy, and slow-moving, with soft delicate skin and a fragile neck. His only real advantage is that he’s big, otherwise he’s more likely to get killed in a physical brawl. His magic isn’t any good for attacking, either.

He’s also too gentle-natured and gullible to really want to kill anyone (or to not be tricked into switching sides).

To push him into attempting to kill... well, yikes. You’d have to not only be a major threat to virtually anyone around you and have done deplorable things to innocent people, but also declare that you have no intention of ever changing and will absolutely do it again.

34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

Sometimes he gets visits from the village children, who treat him as a Wise Old Mage, which is funny to him, since Wise is one thing he isn’t! But within the group of wizards, when he gathers with them, he likes to play the role of the Helper and Emotional Support Salamander. In reality he’s usually the goofball, the Team Idiot. He simply isn’t very bright, and the others know it. But he likes to feel needed.

36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

This is corny but he mostly just wants love and companionship. Unfortunately wizard life isn’t much good for that. He used to keep pets but they’re mortal, obviously, so that’s a problem. He contents himself with the visits he sometimes gets from the villagers. If he can’t live among them, he can at least make himself useful to them.

Actually, that Need to Be Useful is quite a drive as well. He collects things and gives them away to anyone who’ll ask and rarely denies any kind of request. There are things he Won’t do (he won’t hurt anyone else, for example) but any cost to himself is worth it.

Which makes him, in essence, the ultimate self-sacrificer and that’s where the plot comes in!

41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why?

Molch is one of those people who cries when he’s angry rather than when he’s sad. Since he’s rarely angry, very few people have ever actually seen him cry.

#my OCs #Marsha #Infernus #Vesper #Sylvetta #Illumina #Molch

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Sooo... there was this writing prompt of @shadowsonoureyes ... that I really liked and I immediately started working on it... But something happened in the meantime. I think everyone who understands my username knows what I’m talking about... and I’ll probably feel weird or even guilty about writing my dumb little stories for a while, although I always tried (and keep trying) to do it as respectful as I can. Despite all these feelings I decided to finish and post this one shot, please don’t judge me because of doing it. And... as my side project called “real life” allows, I’m going back to work slowly on my “regular” fic... seeya...

Seattle, Friday, August 17th, 1990

When I stop my car opposite Central Tavern, I can already see the crowd gathering at the entrance. I agreed with Cee, my roommate on meeting each other somewhere there. It’s not difficult to spot her: being a young, aspiring artist, she always wears something extreme. And she always gets clues about the most promising gigs in town from her bohemian friends. I was still at the bureau when she called me on my office number so that I didn’t go home after my self-defense class but met her here. Normally, I don’t accompany her to these occasions but today is somehow different; that “carpe diem” vibe that strikes me once in a blue moon led me here.

“Hey, Al, what a babe!” she greets me. Gosh, I hope not many people heard that; I feel embarrassed enough in my classy “little black dress”. But you don’t really have a choice if you work at one of Seattle’s leading law firms…

“Don’t tease me, I’ve had a terrible day.” I roll my eyes as we’re heading to the bar counter. “Unbearable clients, piles of documents, impatient bosses… I can’t wait to have a blast.”

“The good girl in party mode? Finally!” she glances up at the ceiling with an exaggerated, victorious arm move. “Couldn’t you get the everyday shit out of yourself at the training?”

“Negative. Today, we worked in pairs and I had to fight against that menopausal hammer thrower… you can imagine, I spent the whole class lying on the mattress, searching for my internal organs.”

“Oh, you poor baby… You should…”

She’s cut off by an annoying teenage guy-like voice.

“This place is getting worse and worse, they already let cheap sluts in too.”

No. This too? Not today. I turn with a lightning fast move to find the owner of the voice. The first guy I spot is a tall, lanky kid leaning against the counter. He’s wearing a baseball cap with bandana and his hair down, so I can’t really see his face of the shadow of the visor, only the spaniel shape of this whole combination. A little move of his head reveals the region of his mouth and I realize he’s staring us with an obnoxious, challenging smirk. Who the fuck does he think he is?

“Excuse me???” I spit and instead of apology, I receive a short, nasal chuckle as answer. After a few seconds of blackout, the first thing I perceive is that the guy sits on the ground surrounded by lying bar stools and I feel a dull pain in my fist.

“Allison Holmes, what the fuck are you doing?” Cee screams and jumps to him. She crouches down and starts desperately examining his face.

“I… I don’t know… I probably… punched him?” I rather question than answer.

“Yes, you punched him, are you crazy?”

“Am I?” I mutter but slowly, I’m getting able again to recall what happened.

“Jesus, girls, are your conversations always that effective?” he laughs getting up leaning on Cee’s shoulder.

“Shut up, you jerk! And it’s me who should ask that, Cecilia, are you serious? He just called us sluts and you help him? You should punch him too!” I yell.

“Cool down, Al. Nobody will punch nobody, this is Stoney.” she explains and I feel my blood pressure dropping, I have to hold of the counter to prevent myself from fainting.

“Who?” I breathe although I exactly know the answer.

“Stone Gossard, from Northwest High.” she repeats. Of course. Jesus, a few minutes earlier I could have sworn this day couldn’t get worse but it can. It definitely can.

“What’s going on here, people?” I hear a male voice and as I turn back, I see a doorman approaching us, followed by a police officer. I burry my face into my palm, not that this way of hiding helps me get away with this.

“Nothing, everything’s fine, officer.” Stone answers but I wish he didn’t, his nose is bleeding and the purplish-blueish spot around his left eye doesn’t make his look better either.

“Where’s the other troublemaker? Someone reported disorderly and…”

“There’s no other troublemaker, officer. I punched myself.” Stone mimes hitting himself in the face with his fist.

“Of course, and I’m Ronald Reagan. Where is he?” the cop doesn’t let himself be tricked.

“There’s no one else, only me. You know, I’m not really satisfied with my nose, it’s kinda big, hard to miss it, I thought some intervention couldn’t hurt… but it did… Seriously, I think you deserve more complex crimes than inconsiderate self-harm at a bar… You seem to be a man of conscience, don’t waste your skills on idiots like me…”

‘Oh… well… even if I don’t believe a word from what you said, I’m sure you’re a nice kid so… I warn you, next time I won’t be that lenient.”

“There won’t be next time, officer.” he grins, knowing his tactics worked.

“I hope so. Take care of yourself, son.”

I wait until he gets out of earshot before I react anything.

“You’re familiar with talking your way out of shit, aren’t you?” I grunt.

“He’s known for his smooth-talk abilities, you’ve seen a classic Stoney performance.” Cee wraps her arm proudly around his shoulders.

“I do what I can… but do you have paper handkerchief? I’m already standing in a puddle of blood…”

“Jesus, of course…” I hand him a packet of it and try to repress my giggle as he stuffs Kleenex carefully into both of his nostrils.

“Look, I still don’t know what’s going on here but you look awful. I came by car, I’ll take you to the hospital… your nose seems to have been broken, you should see a doctor…” I offer.

“That’s the least you can do after having attacked him.” Cee agrees giving me a stern look. “I accompany you, I don’t want to leave you unsupervised.” she adds and I can’t decide if it’s only me whom she addresses with her words…

***

“Uhm… I’d pick the backseat, if you don’t mind… I want to feel safe until we get there.” Stone mumbles. I open the backdoor for him rolling my eyes but prevent myself from saying anything sarcastic. I would behave probably the same way if it was me whose nose got swollen to the size of an eggplant. Cee takes place next to him with a large packet of handkerchief we bought at the corner store in the meantime.

As I start the engine and begin to direct the car towards the closest hospital, I can’t help glancing in the rearview mirror. Stone is listening to Cee’s rambling with a straight face but his well-tamponed nose reminds me of a walrus, which makes me smile even if I feel terrible about that whole embarrassing incident. Stone Gossard. If I had a nickel for every time I’ve heard this name… Cee and him have met as old friends from time to time, Cee is even dating one of their common friend, Josh, so his name came up occasionally in our discussions… but as Cee was witnessing the hopeless episodes of my love life, these occasions got regular. Unrequited, platonic crushes, awkward dating attempts with disastrous consequences, endless ice cream and movie sessions on the couch with her… and the final conclusion was always the same: “I should introduce you to Stoney.” And this sentence was usually followed by an endless tirade about his smart, funny, handsome, talented friend who could be a perfect match for me. But her praises had exactly the opposite effect on me as intended: I refused even the thought of meeting him, the annoying superguy, who’s a musician by the way. What probably means he doesn’t know at all what to do with his life, he’s a rock guitarist in a town when there are more bands than inhabitants, he pulls espressos in a café and makes her girlfriend pay his rent. Sometimes I wondered if Cee mentioned me to him with the same idea in her head and if yes, what he might think of me… But I got these kinds of thoughts easily out of my head convincing myself about the logical fact: we wouldn’t like each other and I don’t need one more disastrous love affair.

And now we’re here. I managed to introduce myself to him in a pretty memorable way, which basically puts an end to the dilemma: I knocked him out, I can be happy if I’m not prosecuted by him, let alone go on a date with him…

“And… ahem… what’s this inside joke about cheap sluts?” I inquire to shut the voices in my head up.

“Everything began when we performed Cabaret at Northwest.” Cee begins. “I didn’t manage to earn any of the main roles so I was put in the choir that basically meant I had to play a random German prostitute. I was wearing fishnet stockings so I started calling them my “cheap slut stockings” and Stone started teasing me with it every time I was wearing them. And as you know, I’m wearing fishnet stockings today so…”

“Did you think I was serious? Or that I was talking about you? Your dress is not slutty at all… I mean, it’s a nice dress… but not slutty enough. I mean…” Stone giggles in a more nasal voice than earlier. Great, now I’m sure I broke his nose.

“I don’t know what I was thinking, I was tired and angry, okay?” I answer harshly. “Anyway, you used the plural form. Sluts…”

“She’s got two legs, for God’s sake…”

“Watch the road, Al.” Cee stops our developing debate about the grammatically correct way of calling someone a slut.

In the remaining part of our way I fume silently; I only notice after stopping the car that my hands got all sweaty, I must have gripped the steering wheel to tightly. We walk into the building and I lean my back against a pile waiting for them to arrange the registration at the counter of reception.

“What, four hours?” I hear Cee screaming.

“What happened? I approach them.

“We’ve just have been informed that the waiting time takes about four hour… which is a huge problem, since I have to get up early tomorrow, I promised Josh to accompany him to that outdoor video shooting… that can be true…” Cee whines.

“I’m a big boy, you don’t have to…” Stone clucks in.

“I can stay with him and drive him home.” I jabber and swallow hard at the end of the sentence.

“Really? That’d be great! I could even catch the bus! ” Cee grins and I start doubting in the existence of that video shooting. Whatever… I did what I did, I must take the consequences. “You’re the best!” she pulls me into a tight hug. “I’ll call you later, Stoney. Behave yourself!” she shouts back storming down the stairs.

Stone and I glance at each other with the same embarrassment for seconds that seem like an eternity until he speaks up finally.

“Uhm… I’m unbeatable at Twenty Questions.”

***

Gosh, that’s so embarrassing. We’ve been sitting here next to each other for like fifteen minutes and we’re just staring in front of ourselves. No questions have been asked yet, let alone twenty... I glance around and look desperately for excuses to leave him at least for a few minutes, I can’t stand this. A vending machine, bingo!

“Uhm… do you want to drink something?” I ask nodding towards it.

“Uhm… yup, a cola would be nice!”

Thank goodness! I walk to the machine and drop the coins into it but of course they land in the hole of change. As I lean down to fish them out I spot him staring at my direction but realizing I noticed him, he quickly turns his head in the other direction. Wait, was he checking me out? Stop Allison, you’re not a femme fatale at all, why would he…? I give a next try and this time the machine accepts the money and the can slowly moves… and gets stuck on its way. I can’t believe this. I beat with my fist a few times against the glass without any success. I try it more aggressively until I completely lose my temper and push it at full strength, using my entire body.

“Come on, work, you pile of thrash! Work!!!” I yell and finally, it reacts to my efforts. Luckily, I don’t have to fight that much for my ginger ale.

“Thanks” he smiles when I sit back next to him and hand him his drink. “To you anger issues!” he grins lifting it towards me and I can’t help reciprocating his expression.

“To your criminal introduction.” I answer as we clink our cans.

“Sooo… you’re that lawyer chick, huh?”

Great, if I ever had doubts about him having heard about me, now I can forget them. He definitely knows who I am.

“Almost. I still study and work as an intern at a law firm. I rather like to call myself an office monkey.”

“Ah. In that case, I’m not going to prosecute you. You must have a lot of slick colleagues who are ready to save your… backside.”

Am I out of my mind or did he actually emphasize the last word “that way”?

“Eheh, not really… they’d only undertake my case if I paid a shitload of money, I’m their droid, not their friend… Aaaand… you’re that rock star dude, huh?” I try to impersonate him.

“An almost-famous good-for-nothing with no band, at your service.” he lifts his baseball cap slightly.

“World famous rock band looks for a singer, lead guitarist, bassist and drummer?” I grin at him and we both start chuckling and silently smile at each other for a few second.

“Actually, you’re not far from truth. My former band… stopped existing this spring and now I’m trying to put together something new.”

“I’m said to be very talented at playing the pocket comb with parchment paper.”

“Nah, thanks, I rather need a washboard specialist.”

“I learn fast… anyway… Cee mentioned what happened with your last band… I’m really sorry about it.” I add in a lower voice and his smile evaporates immediately.

“Yeah… it was hard… but our record was released, we had to promote it not to breach our contract while we all knew it’s over… it’s crazy.”

“I know… Cee told me what happened… I don’t know much about record labels but I’m sure they are only interested in profit, no matter what happens with the band in the meantime.”

“It’s ridiculous, you haven’t even played one single note in the studio but you have already paid a shitload of money, as you said, and you have to decide with your bandmates in questions from which you don’t even have a clue. Not to mention that in our case, they try to overhype “the tragic death of the singer” situation.” he rolls his eyes while drawing air quotes with his hands.

“It’d be nice if someone helped young and unexperienced bands know their way around the business… But it’s difficult to find anyone who’s not only interested in money.”

“Right?” he agrees enthusiastically. “I wish I could have my own label and help other musicians.”

As we go on with discussing the topic, I realize he’s not that unreliable slacker I thought. On the contrary, he’s a rational, left-brained, down-to-earth guy who’s able to analyze everything without being blinded by his emotions. A lawyer brain. And Cee was right, he’s really smart, very smart and funny. It’s too bad he’s not my type. He’s cute but come on, that bandana, the baseball cap…

When the nurse calls him by his name, I glance at the clock on the wall and almost let out a scream of surprise. We’ve been talking for four and a half hour.

***

“Home, sweet home…” Stone groans stretching his arms in the air entering the kitchen of his tiny apartment that also serves as hall and living room. It’s almost 2 a.m., I offered to drive him home since public transport is basically non existing in that crazy hour. My assumption proved to be right: I did break his nose. The doctor re-tamponed his nostrils (obviously with more professional methods than Stone’s stuffing technique) and fixed it with a bandage; he also wanted to call the police seeing the nature of his injury but Stone managed to dissuade him from doing it by claiming he was attacked by an angry ape in a dark alley who also robbed his wallet. Surprisingly, he didn’t get to the psychiatry ward due to his improvised story…

“Do you need anything? Do you have enough painkillers, don’t you?” I ask although I can barely speak coherently and I feel I could fall asleep anywhere, this day is much longer than planned.

“I think I can handle pain.” he grins as he opens the cupboard that is full of alcoholic beverages.

“Whoa, I didn’t think you drink that much.” I remark and I can hear signs of disappointment in my own voice… but why do I care at all…

“I don’t. That’s why you can see the result of hoarding. I only drink beer… okay, sometimes a good, smoky whiskey can’t hurt.” he shrugs closing back the door.

“So no sex and drugs and rock and roll, right?” I smile fidgeting with the hem of my dress. I can’t believe I’ve said this, I started acting like an idiot, I should go…

“Sex and rock and roll are pretty okay to me.” he answers raising one eyebrow meaningfully. Damn, I’m blushing.

“Fuck, this headache… You did a proper job…” he presses his palm on his forehead.

“Uhm, maybe some cold poultice or ice would help. Do you have anything in the freezer?” I ask but I don’t even wait for his answer, I step to the fridge and open it. Okay, opening is a smooth expression, the door of the fridge is stuck in so I basically tear it off.

“Whoaaa… I knew you were going to try to finish the job and kill me before the sun rises.” he laughs and I realize he came nearer in the meantime so I almost managed to slap him in the face with the door.

“Ugh… do you prefer frozen peas or corn?” I inquire basically putting my face into the freezer so that he can’t see my embarrassed face. And the ice cold air maybe helps me win my normal face color back.

“Peas, please.”

As I close the fridge, I find him leaning against the counter squinting at me expectantly. I reach the package towards him but he doesn’t move. Does he want me to do it?

“You should take that cap off.” I walk to him reluctantly. He obeys and lets me cautiously remove the bandana too. I overcome the urge to dig my fingers into his thick hair and I brush one rebellious strand out of his face. He stares into my eyes for a moment, which I respond but I wish I didn’t since I find myself in the middle of some wild whirl, dazing and weakening, pulling me closer to reach those fathomless, green irises… Luckily, he closes his eyes, which pushes me back to reality and forces me to rearrange my breathing. I slowly lean closer and cool his nose area with my own breath before pressing the frozen bag against his forehead.

“Mhm, that feels good…” he moans softly as the ice meets his skin. Great. And now? I’m standing here holding frozen peas to his head… Do I have to wait in this position until they thaw out?

“Ahem… I think that’s all I could do for you so…” I clear my throat after a while and put the bag on the kitchen counter.

“Anyway, when I was sick or got some injury, my mom would give me healing kisses.” he goes on still holding those damn green eyes closed. Okay, this is ridiculous, this is the lamest pick-up line I’ve ever heard…

“Are you trying to say I should drive your mom here too?”

“Nah, that’s definitely not what I’m trying to say.” he snorts shaking his head. With still closed eyes.

“I think my job’s done here sooo…” I make an attempt to finish this awkward scene again but he’s still standing at the counter with a sassy smile.

“…sooo…?”

“…sooo… I’m sorry again, I wish you a quick recovery and... bye.” I jabber.

“Uhm… but you’re still standing in my kitchen.”

And blackout occurs again. A few seconds go by and I’m standing at the door again… but what happened in the meantime?

“I definitely feel better.” he smirks. No. Oh no. The first thing I start to remember is his scent, then the texture of his skin and I might have put my hand on his shoulder too when I pressed that short, light and most importantly, mindless peck on his face. I can’t believe I couldn’t resist, he’s not even my type, he’s only a kid...

“I really have to go.” I mutter and run out of the building not even looking back.

***

Seattle, Friday, September 1st, 1990

“Allison, are you ready with that memo?” I’m woken up by my boss calling my name.

“Ugh… I need only ten minutes and I’ll bring you.”

I glance desperately at the piles of files and documents in front of me. Okay, if I force myself to focus on work I can do it in ten minutes. Actually, I haven’t been very effective in these days… I haven’t met Stone since the incident, but Cee called him a few times to check his condition. I don’t know if he told her about what happened after she left, I guess he didn’t… but he began to send me funny messages about our first meeting through her and I responded them… so I’m not sure whether something started between us or not… his messages weren’t particularly flirtatious… but the fact he didn’t forget my name immediately and decided to stay in touch even if we haven’t seen each other in the meantime… See, Allison, that’s why you’re not able to proceed with work. You’ve sworn so many times you give up daydreaming… and you’re still doing it. You build up a romantic plotline around the first guy who smiles at you, which already implies disappointment. But he’s smart and funny and amusing… Not that they all aren’t like this for the first time… they play the attractive, sweet guy only to pick you up but slowly and surely, they always show their true colors. And he isn’t an exception either, no matter what Cee tells you. She just wants you to date him to have a company on double dates, that’s all. But Cee is a friend, she wouldn’t promote someone who doesn’t deserve it… Gah…

“Allison???”

Ugh, fuck…

…

I somehow manage to survive the day and drive home. All I want is to order a pizza, curl up on the couch and watch a good movie. But as I get home, I find Cee in the kitchen in the company of a large amount of sandwich ingredients and crackers.

“What the hell…?”

“Oh, hi Al. Would you help me? Otherwise I won’t be able to finish the food by the time the guys arrive.” she tweets.

“Guys? What are you talking about?”

“Oh, haven’t I mentioned to you we’re throwing a party tonight?” she asks innocently.

“Cee, you’re impossible, I’m tired and I don’t really want to meet anyone and you haven’t even asked me…” I grunt at her.

“Come on, Al, it’ll be a very small party. Not that “everyone should bring one more person” sort of party. Only our friends…”

“…that means…”

“Josh, Karen, Steve, Sally, Regan, Tony… and Stoney.” she adds the last name in a casual voice.

“Stone?” I squeak. “I can’t believe you invited Stone…”

“Why? He isn’t angry at you because of what happened at all… plus… the phone calls… you seemed to get on well with each other and I thought you’d be happy to see him again.”

“That’s exactly the problem!” I throw my arms in the air. “I’d be happy to see him again and that’s exactly why I can’t see him again. I don’t need one more trouble.”

“You’re crazy. Anyway, he got super psyched when I told him about the party and I don’t think it’s a coincidence. And now help finally.” she puts a knife in my hand.

I began to chop vegetables and cheese with automatic moves but my brain keeps processing. What if he’s not as handsome as I remember? What if he’ll ignore me? What if he turns out to have a girlfriend? What if he even brings his girlfriend here? What if…

I almost drop the knife by the loud knock on the door.

“I’m coming!” Cee shouts and hurries to the door. Our guests arrive with loud laughter greeting us with hugs, waving with the wine bottles they brought as contribution. Stone is the last one to enter.

“Miss Balboa.” he nods at me with a deadpan and touches his Dallas Cowboys baseball cap briefly like a real Texan cowboy would do with the brim of his hat. Following the others he takes it off and hangs in on the hook on the wall, his hair spread all over his shoulders and… I have to grasp the edge of the table since he’s truly not as handsome as I remembered. He’s much more handsome. Okay, now that he’s not wearing that ridiculous bandana and baseball cap combo and he doesn’t have purple bruises around his nose, it’s pretty obvious that he’s the most handsome guy I’ve ever met. And he’s funny. And smart. And talented. And interesting. Shit.

I follow them in the living room and settle down on the couch. As I glance at him our eyes meet for a second and I can’t help sending a little smile at him that he responds and moves towards me but Regan plops down next to me. Great. Thanks, Regan. Stone takes place right in front of me, in the armchair. During our usual social activities – talking, playing card games, teasing each other –, the well-known game begins. Stolen glances, squints, awkward moves when we accidentally touch each other while serving ourselves from the food… it’s been the same embarrassing routine since my teenage years. Did he just look at me or am I just hallucinating? Was that a smile? Is he following me with peripheral vision the same way as I do with him? Jesus, I don’t dare watch him for too long, what if he notices it… What if he told the guys about our flirtatious scene in the kitchen? What if it wasn’t our scene, only mine? What if it wasn’t flirtatious but ridiculous? But fuck, I don’t care, who cares, apart from a few, punch-related jokes with which he addressed explicitly me, he hasn’t shown any interest in me. Inviting him was the idea of the year, thanks Cee.

We quickly run out of sandwiches so I decide to provide the bunch with supplies and head to the kitchen. I open the window and lean out to fill my lungs with fresh air. I feel immediately better as if it cleared my head too, making me realize we’re not in a tragedy, it’s no big deal if he doesn’t like me.

“Don’t jump.” I hear a nasal voice from behind my back.

“Hah, funny…” I close the window with a bitter smile. I open the fridge and pile the ingredients on the table ignoring him standing aimlessly in the room. I start spreading butter on the slices of bread signaling I’m busy.

“Hey, they don’t need to be stabbed… are you angry?” he chuckles examining my moves.

“I’m not angry!” I answer in a sharp voice. “I just thought we…” I flail but due to my intense moves the knife slips out of my hand and flies right in his direction.

“Whoa, knife throwing… that’s new to me but I’m in.” he leans away laughing as the knife bounces back from the wall and falls down with a loud jangle.

“Will you help me or did you come only to crack jokes about what happened two weeks ago and about which I’m really sorry? How many times should I repeat it?”

“Hey, easy girl, I didn’t want to hurt you. And I know you’re sorry. And I don’t mind it happened at all. And please tell me in which drawer I can find the cutlery.”

I point pouting at the drawer in question and reach my hand for a clean knife but he shakes his head with a severe expression.

“Ha, did you think I let you take pointed objects in your hands after this performance? I spread the slices and you put the ham and cheese on them.” he declares undeterred and I obey shrugging. We work silently for minutes when he speaks up again. “So what did you think?”

“Huh?”

“You haven’t finished the sentence you began when trying to kill me.”

“I…” I take a deep breath before going on “I just thought you were over it.”

“I am, just as I told you a few minutes ago…”

“But you keep joking about it…”

“Hey, I joke about everything in case you hadn’t noticed it… Plus, I haven’t known you very well yet so that’s the only thing related to you I can joke about…”

“Hey!!!” I nudge him.

“’I’m just kidding… just kidding…” he giggles nudging me back.

Okay, I can’t procrastinate it, I have to come up with it to avoid misunderstandings.

“And… I hope you don’t feel bad about the other thing either…” I jabber fixing my eyes on the table.

“About what thing?”

“You know… the other thing… the embarrassing one… I mean the other embarrassing thing that happened after the first embarrassing thing.”

“Uhm…” he scratches his chin. “I’m not sure I understand what you’re talking about. I mean, I do remember one more thing from that night but that one was rather pleasant than embarrassing… no, it was considerably pleasant.”

I finally muster my courage and look up at him and our eyes linger on each other’s smiling face. It does exist. We have a thing. I wasn’t imagining it. It’s not only my fantasy. Maybe I should…

“Hey, guys, what takes you so long? Do you also butcher the pig and make the ham by your own?” Regan opens the door and peaks in putting his head in the doorway. “Oh sorry, I didn’t want to bother you…”

Thanks, Regan, again.

***

I hate this bowl. It’s so damn difficult to wash it without flooding the whole kitchen. And I hate these plates too, I’ve always hated that ugly pattern on them. And I hate these cutleries with their sticky plastic handle. Fuck, I hate everything. The dirty and disgusting dishwater gets mixed up with my teardrops, I try to wipe my eyes with my hand but it’s wet, I can’t even wipe my eyes, I hate, hate, hate…

I knew this was gonna happen. I don’t even know what I was thinking when I hoped he’s interested in me. After we had gone back to the living room, Regan sat down meaningfully in the armchair, and I took it for granted Stone would sit next to me and he did. And we talked and made each other laugh the whole evening like we’d done in the hospital and I got in that easy, happy bubble again with the guy with whom I couldn’t feel bored for a single moment… And that was it. I was hoping he’d ask me out or we agreed on meeting each other later or anything… But nothing happened. He left with the others, all he said was a short “seeya” and that’s all. It was only a flirt to him. And I rather don’t start daydreaming about him calling me later or looking for my company because it’s not gonna happen. He’s the first guy I’ve been really interested in since my latest relationship ended but obviously, he only wants me to be the girl in the bunch with whom he can flirt only not to be bored.

And Cee went with Josh to his place so I’m alone with my anger. At least I can beat my fist against the furniture and kick in chair legs as loud and strong as I can. And no one would laugh at me if I pummeled pillows. Ugh, but I’m swimming in tear and snot, I should restore my dignity at first. I walk to my jacket since I always keep a small packet of handkerchief in its pocket. And I spot that baseball cap on the hanger. He forgot to take it back… Great… Whatever, Cee can give it back to him anytime. Or what if he comes back for it? Or should I call him later or… No, stop, Allison. The guy has just ditched you and you’re already looking for excuses to see him again? And what about your dignity? If he wants the cap, he will…

I freeze as I hear a knock on the door again.

“Who’s that?” I ask loudly and try overcome the trembling in my voice.

“A dangerous criminal. Calls decent girls sluts, provokes fistfights and stabbings.” I hear a familiar nasal voice from behind the door. And I’m grinning from ear to ear again, how can he make me laugh in like two seconds every time he’s around?

“I take the risk.” I answer as I open the door for him.

“I forgot my baseball cap here.” he explains still standing in the door.

“I know, I’ve just noticed it.” I stare at him paralyzed.

“Are you okay? You’re eyes are red and swollen.” he leans closer and I lean back terrified.

“Oh, I was… I was washing the dishes and the detergent got into my eye so…

“I’ll help you.” he enters, closes the door quickly behind himself and marches in the kitchen and I can’t do anything but follow him. “I’ll do the dirty work, you dry.” he puts on the apron and throws the dish towel towards me. Since I’m still numb of surprise, it lands on my head and we both burst out in loud laughter. We start to work in the utmost harmony and I must admit, my anger evaporates in seconds to make place for this new-found comfort.

“Ugh, I’ve always wondered how delicious food can turn so quickly into alien snot due to a few drops of water.” he frowns cleaning kitchen sink with the sponge and then disappears behind my back probably to dry his hands and take off the apron.

“Actually, I’ve always thought they’re not food residues, there must be an alien base in the pipeline and they come up through the drain.” I explain drying the slotted spoon.

“Whoa, you almost put out my eyes.” he startles. “I’ll take this from you, nice try, again.” he takes the spoon out of my hand. Ouch. I didn’t notice he was standing that close behind me. Wait, why was he standing that close behind me?

“And… we’re ready… thanks for helping.” I wipe my hands in the towel hanged on the cupboard.

“You’re welcome.” he nods standing with his hands stuck deep in his pockets. “It’s late, I should let you sleep and go.” he adds but still, he makes a step towards me.

“Yeah, it’s late and I don’t want to waste your time, thanks again.” I walk closer to him too and began to examine my shoes.

What if this time I didn’t wait for the guy to make the first step? Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

“You know, I thought, once we could…” I perk my head up and…

“OUCH!!!” we both yell as our foreheads collide with each other.

“Do you always try to kill guys who like you?” he groans pressing his palm against his head.

“I don’t… what? Who???” I stutter on the verge of fainting not because of the splitting ache in my head but due to the wild pace dictated by my heart.

“I glance a pretty girl with my friend but she punches me. We’re talking all night but she tries to knock me off with the fridge door. She touches and kisses me so softly that I nearly melt but then she runs away. I try to approach her again but she throws a knife at me. I leave my baseball cap intentionally at her place to be able to come back and stay alone with her and as I’m about to embrace her finally, she attacks me with a slotted spoon. I make an attempt to kiss her and she headbutts me. You’re a dangerous type, you know?”

“Am I?” I send a timid smile at him biting my lower lip. “You know… I only try to kill guys whom I like…” I utter slowly not taking my eyes off him.

“I want to try something, but you have to cooperate, okay? It’s extremely risky.” he explains stepping to me again, trying to keep a strict face. “First, I have to make sure you won’t make any sudden, unexpected move.” He wraps his arms around my waist pulling me closer.

“But my hands still have a clear way… that’s not safe enough… what if I put them here… like this?” I tiptoe and lace my arms around his neck.

“Excellent idea.” he mutters brushing his nose against mine.

I can’t stop smiling even when our lips finally meet in a long, light, gentle kiss caressing and tasting each other for long moments.

“I think we’re both still alive” he breaks the kiss breathing against my skin.

“I’m… I’m not sure… if I am…” I mumble between further stroking kisses.

“Actually… there’s one more thing I really want to try out with you… as for now…” he pulls away for a second. “But it’s very dangerous… we need to take more precautions…”

His one hand wanders slowly upwards on my back and his fingers end up in my hair while the other hand of his slips under my shirt to touch my bare skin.

“Precautions are important…” I whisper against his neck as I mirror his moves. He’s about to capture my lips again but this time it is me who cuts in.

“Stone?”

“Mhm?” he starts swaying with me impatiently.

“I’m so glad I punched you…” I sigh and let him pull me into a deep, greedy, relentless kiss…

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lonely-full-of-secrets · 5 years

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Mutual Friends (Archie x Jones!Reader)

Word Count: 3613

Warnings: none i think

Request: “If your taking request can you do an Archie Andrews x Reader where the reader is Jughead's twin sister and is secretly dating Archie behind her brother's back and when Jug finds out he and Archie fight and the reader has to stop them. If you do this thanks” -Anon

A/n: I really loved writing this so thank you so much for requesting it. It really got away from me with the word count, it was originally going to be much shorter. I also changed up the ending a bit but i still really hope you like it, I haven’t written in a while so i might be rusty. either way enjoy!

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Every first Friday night of the month was movie night with you, your twin brother Jughead and his best friends Archie and Betty. They were your friends too but they were more Jughead’s friends. Besides, you had other friends as well so it didn’t bother you.

It had been like that for several years. Either the four of you would gather at the Twilight Drive In, huddled in a pile of blankets and pillows in the bed of Archie’s dad’s truck, or you would go to Betty’s house to watch movies where her mother could keep a watchful eye on her.

Sometimes others like Kevin or Reggie would join in as well but it was always the four of you there at the very least. Only now things are different. With Veronica moving to town and becoming best friend’s with Betty, the group dynamics have gotten scattered. Priorities have also changed. Especially since Betty and your brother started dating.

At first it was weird because they have been friends since forever and suddenly they had feelings for each other that were not there before. It often made you feel like a third wheel despite Archie being there too.

Archie didn’t seem to mind the change, he actually fit in with them quite well. He was happy for his two best friends. He did however try to keep you included in conversations and activities when you just didn’t know what to say or do. Archie was like that, such a sweetheart to everybody. It was nice since your brother certainly wasn’t doing anything to make you feel welcomed.

The thing with you and Jughead was that even though you were twins and were very much alike in so many ways, you were also very different. You both prefer to be alone, are extremely sarcastic, and have a knack for writing, but Jughead is stubborn and set in his ways much like your dad while you were more passive and logical. You know he loves you, you are his twin after all but he isn’t the most perceptive person around. He can often be inconsiderate, especially when it comes to other people’s feelings.

So when the day came in which Jughead and Betty never showed up to the drive in movie the four of you had planned on watching, it didn’t surprise you. It still pissed you off though. Archie had swung by your trailer to pick you up since Jughead had messaged you saying that he and Betty were going to go in her mom’s car.

It was just you and Archie in the bed of the truck sitting side by side. It wasn’t wierd or anything, the two of you were friends. You’ve sat next to Archie and joked with him plenty of times. Only now, it was just the two of you. You have never hung out with him on your own and for some reason you couldn’t shake this weird feeling in your gut.

The movie was about to start and neither Betty or Jughead had messaged to explain why they were late or to cancel. You were annoyed that they didn’t even send so much as an apology text. You huffed, “I didn’t even want to watch this stupid movie. Jughead is the one who picked it.”

Archie frowned, “Me neither. I haven’t had a chance to hang out with him in a while. Between being a Serpent, writing for the Blue and Gold and dating Betty, it doesn’t leave him very much free time.”

You understood exactly how he felt. You haven’t seen much of your brother either. Not even at home. He seems to be blowing you and Archie off a lot lately. “What an asshole” you mumble staring off ahead of you.

This makes Archie chuckle and you turn to look at him. “I’m so glad you said it. I didn’t want to make it weird incase you didn’t think so too.”

You smiled, “Well, at least we can agree on something.” After a moment of silence you add, “Can you take me home?” What was the point in being there if neither of you were interested in the movie? Of course there wasn’t one.

“Of course” he said and as you were about to get up he added, “or we can grab a bite to eat at Pop’s” he shrugged like it was no big deal. “I was planning on going after the movie anyway and I would hate to go in alone.” He had a hopeful smile on his face.

You thought about it for a second. There was nothing wrong with hanging out with your brother’s best friend, right? No of course not. He did just blow both of you off. Plus, you were hungry. “As long as you’re buying” you challenged.

His smile grew even wider. “Let’s go then.”

About fifteen minutes later you were situated in a booth across from Archie at Pop Tate’s Chock Lit Shoppe. While you waited for your food to arrive you talk about Jughead and all his odd quirks. It was quite amusing to be able to joke about them with someone who probably knew just about as much as you did about Jughead.

In the middle of eating and laughing you both receive messages from both Betty and Jughead saying they got caught up with an article at the Blue and Gold about the Serpents.

“Well at least we now know what happened to them.” Archie looked up at you from his phone to see you frowning. “Y/n?”

You sighed and looked him in the eye, “When we were kids, me and Juggie promised we would never join dad’s gang. As much as we love dad, it just wasn’t what we wanted for our futures, we wanted to get out of this town and make a living elsewhere but…” you looked down at your hands. You were still clearly upset by his choice. But that’s the thing, it was Jughead’s choice. He chose to go back on that promise and that hurt more than if your dad would have forced him into joining the Serpents.

“But he joined the Serpents anyway…” Archie finished for you and you nodded.

“Yeah, that sucked.” It was weird. You never shared that with anyone but with Archie, it just came out.

You watched as you swirled the straw in your cup around a few times before Archie spoke again. “I can only imagine how hard things have been for you since then.” He paused and you looked up from your cup and made eye contact with him. “Even though you know they didn’t mean to hurt you, you can’t help but feel betrayed.” Archie said with a sympathetic smile.

That was exactly how you felt, betrayed. You don’t know if Jughead even remembered making that promise but you sure did and it hurt so much when he broke it. “Is that how you felt when your parents got divorced?” you asked. You knew there must be a reason for him to understand exactly how you felt.

He nodded, “And when my mom left town. It was tough but I got through it thanks to Jughead.” He smiled to himself, “Maybe you just need a friend to be there for you. Have you talked to Betty lately?”

“Not as much since she started dating Jughead.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “Why?”

You laugh dryly, “You mean besides the fact that I can’t even girl talk with Betty anymore since the guy she’s hooking up with is my brother?” You raise your eyebrows questioningly. He scrunched up his face as he thought about it from your perspective. “I’m glad she met Veronica. Now she has someone to talk about that with because I really don’t want to hear about it.”

The silence is awkward for a few seconds but soon you two find yourselves talking about random things again and laughing at each other’s jokes. You two get to know each other better and find that you actually have a lot in common. You never really thought about Archie and you being close but now you can’t help thinking that you want to learn more about him.

Archie knows you like to write, same as Jughead. But he doesn’t actually know what you write about. You are are always hesitant to let anyone read your writing. Especially Jughead. But for some reason when Archie brings it up, you can’t help but want Archie to read something you’ve written.

You are still hesitant but when Archie says that you don’t have to show him if it makes you uncomfortable, it pushes away any lingering doubt you had. He didn’t push you to show him like everybody else does. He respected your decision.

You pull out your phone and when you find something short that you are willing to share you hand Archie your phone and wait with bated breath for him to finish.

When he does he looks over to you with a blank expression. He didn’t say anything as he slid your phone back to you face down. You immediately started doubting your writing abilities. Maybe he didn’t like it?

Just before your mind went too far into that dark place Archie broke out into a huge grin. “Y/n that was incredible. I’ve never read anything quite like it. You have real talent, you really do.”

That comment makes your heart skip a beat. It really wasn’t the response you’d thought you’d get. “You scared me,” you say as you threw one of your french fries at him. It bounced off his chest and slid down and fell under the table.

He gives you a playful glare, “That was a perfectly good fry. What would Jughead say about you wasting food?”

This made you smile, “Well, Jughead’s not here is he? He won’t know unless you tell him. So…” you give him a challenging look, “are you going to tell him?” You picked up your glass and licked your lips before placing the straw in your mouth to take a sip of your drink.

Archie laughed, “I won’t tell him… if you help me finish writing one of my songs.”

You raised your eyebrows in disbelief. Archie Andrews asking for help, with his music no less. There is something you didn’t see coming. “Me?”

“Come on, you certainly have a way with words and I’ve been stuck on this song for weeks. Please?” He gave you his signature puppy dog look. How can anyone say no his bright pleading eyes?

You couldn’t help but feel your face heat up at his stare, yet you loved it, “Never pegged you as someone that would resort to blackmail Andrews.”

He leans into the table with his arms crossed and looks down. He was thinking about how to respond. “How about I show you the song and you can decide if you want to help me with it? How does that sound?”

Again, with those puppy dog eyes that just melted your heart. “Better.”

“Great” Archie says a bit too enthusiastically. “I can’t wait to show you my guitar.”

“Is that a euphemism?” you ask with a sly grin on your face.

Archie Andrews blushed, actually blushed. That was the first time you had ever seen it and you desperately wanted to see it again.

After Archie paid for dinner the two of you made your way to Archie’s house. You’d been there plenty of times as a kid with Jughead but never as a teenager and definitely never without your brother. Guess there are firsts for everything.

The ride over to his house was filled with flirty remarks and cute banter. Anything to get him to blush again. Although he did manage to get you flustered a couple of times too.

When you get there he takes you straight to his garage which his dad made into a makeshift music studio for Archie. You loved it, it was so inviting and cozy. He invited you to take a seat while he played for you.

The song started and right away you felt the emotions of it in your very soul. It was beautifully played, the lyrics were amazing as well but you could definitely hear where he needed the help as some of the lyrics didn’t flow as well with the rest of the song.

“Wow. Archie… that was” you clutch your chest with your hands above your heart, “that was beautiful. Where did,” as you were praising him on his song he surprises you by bringing his lips down to yours.

At first you were so shocked you didn’t know how to respond. He quickly backed off apologizing profusely. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

You found yourself saying, “It’s okay.” You licked your lips and pressed them together. “But I am curious. Why did you kiss me?” Not that you minded. It felt good and more, you actually liked it.

He thought about it for a second, “I don’t know. I guess I got caught up in the moment. It just seemed like the right thing to do.” You hadn’t said anything yet. You were still processing it all. “Hearing this out loud now it just sounds wrong. Again, Y/n I'm so sorry.”

You stepped closer to him, “I told you it’s fine. I actually kind of liked it” you feel the heat rise in your cheeks at your admission.

He smiled shyly and asked, “Really?”

You nodded not trusting your voice.

Archie chuckled, “So do you think I can take you out sometime?”

You smirk. “I thought you just did.”

You stay over a bit longer and just chatted about music and whatever else you can think of.

After Archie pulls up to your place he asks if he can kiss you again. You smile and unbuckle your seatbelt and lean over and give him a soft chaste kiss. “I’ll be expecting that date real soon.”

“Goodnight Y/n”

“Night” you wink at him before you leave the truck. You wave him off then make your way inside once he’s gone, with a goofy smile on your face. Who would have ever thought, you and Archie liking each other? Certainly not you.

But your smile is quickly replaced by a yelp when you hear a gruff “Does Jughead know?”

It was your dad. He scared you, he wasn’t supposed to be home yet.

You gulped. What if Jughead doesn’t like the idea of his best friend and his sister? What if things don’t actually work out with you and Archie? You don’t want them to break up their friendship over something that is not a for sure thing yet. “No and please don’t tell him. I want to see where this goes first.”

He squinted his eyes at you considering his response carefully “Fine.” He pointed at you as he added, “But don’t be surprised when this blows up in your face. You know how Jughead is.”

You knew your dad was right. Jughead was way too protective of you and not to mention unpredictable. But surely he would trust his best friend enough to let him date you, right?

“Yes dad, I know.”

He shrugged and walked into the living room with a beer in hand.

You knew you should have told your brother sooner but you were just enjoying your time with just Archie. Your little love bubble. For the first time in a long time you were happy despite you both having to hide your relationship from Jughead. But he had to find out sooner or later. In this case, it was later.

After a few weeks, Jughead was growing suspicious. You were always smiling at your phone but refused to tell him what it was about. He also noticed that Archie was happier but he wouldn’t tell him anything either. It never occurred to him that you two were sneaking around with each other. Nope not possible, you would never do that to him.

Until one day Archie was supposed to pick you up for a date after Jughead left but little did you know that he forgot his wallet and was making his way back to your trailer to retrieve it.

So when Archie pulled up and got out of his truck Jughead didn't really think anything of it. But he still wondered what his best friend was doing there. Except, you came out of your home and made your way towards Archie. That was weird. You two aren't really friends. Jughead stopped his walk towards you in confusion.

But then you wrapped your arms around Archie’s neck and kissed him. The blood drained from his face. “What the hell...” This could not be happening. How dare Archie kiss his little sister. How did this happen? When did this happen?

After recovering from his confusion, Jughead’s anger slowing starting to simmer deep in his gut. It only got worse when Archie’s hands traveled down from your hips to squeeze your butt. That is when Jughead finally lost it.

One second you were kissing your boyfriend and giggling and the next you were forced apart by sheer force.

Oh shit you thought… the look on Jughead’s face was murderous. He didn’t even look at you. His rage was aimed at Archie.

“Really dude? My sister? That’s who you been sneaking around with?”

Archie looked guilty, as did you. You never wanted for Jughead to find out this way.

“Jughead please. I can explain” you plead but he just ignores you.

“Look, we knew you’d react this way. So we didn’t tell you right away” Archie defended himself, taking a step back when Jughead took a menacing step closer to him.

“Or at all.” Jughead seethed, “You don’t deserve her” the words that fell from Jughead’s lips quickly flipped the tables.

Archie got right up in Jughead’s face and shoved him back almost making him stumble with the unexpected force, “I don’t deserve her?” He pushed Jughead back with every sentence he spit out. “I spend time with her. I listen to her. I make her laugh when she’s feeling down. I give her the attention she deserves. When was the last time you’ve even bothered to have a decent conversation with her that wasn’t in passing?”

Jughead was still pissed, his chest visibly rising and falling with each breath. But he was stunned into silence. He was so caught up in his own life that he forgot all about is sister. His twin sister. He should have known something was more than just off with her. He hadn’t seen much of her in so long but he never questioned why.

He looked at you and walked towards you. Archie tried to step in front of you but with one look you nodded you head and he knew you’d be okay so he took a step back.

Much like any twins you’ve ever read about, you and Jughead didn’t need words to communicate. You two just always knew what the other was thinking. So you knew that as Jughead stood in front of you he having an internal debate with himself.

He didn’t know where to start but he swallowed his anger, “I’m sorry, Y/n.” He opened up his arms knowing you’d make up and hug. You quickly smiled back and accepted his embrace. You never could stay completely mad at him for very long.

Once you pull apart you say, “I know. I’m sorry too. We should have told you.”

“Better late than never I guess.”

You roll your eyes at your brother’s comment. “Now, I think there is someone else you need to apologize to.” You tilt your head in Archie’s direction.

“Right.” Jughead looked you right in the eye and whispered only to you, “Does he make you happy?”

You nodded and smiled happily, “Very.”

He sighed and finally turned to Archie while still keeping an arm over your shoulder. “I’m sorry Arch. I know I haven’t been a very good friend,” he looks down to you too, “to either of you. But I am glad you two were there for each other when I wasn’t.” He pulls Archie into his other arm.

“Well if I’m being honest, me and Y/n probably would never have gotten together if it wasn’t for you.”

You snort and see Jughead is trying to hide his grin. “Y/n please tell you boyfriend I can still kick his ass if I wanted to.”

You remove Jughead’s arm from your shoulders and go to hug Archie and pout, “No. That’s enough violence for one day. Plus we’re late for our date. So, if you don’t mind, we’re leaving” you say while sticking your tongue out at your brother and walk towards the truck.

Jughead yelled, “There’s always tomorrow.” You flipped him off and got into the truck.

Then before driving off you rolled the window down and shouted to your brother, “Don’t wait up” and Jughead’s smile quickly vanished.

You laughed and Archie took your hand in his, “That went better than we expected.” You hummed in agreement.

After a moment of silence Archie asked, “Do you really think he’ll kick my ass?” This was starting to become a real fear. Jughead might not be as strong as Archie but who knows what he’s capable of. That boy is a wildcard.

You smiled up at him, “No, he’s just playing up the protective brother thing.” Archie let out a breath in relief, he hadn’t realized he was holding one in. “But the moment he finds out we’ve slept together… he’s totally kicking your ass.”

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cassie-and-ren · 5 years

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Seonghwa Day 2

Being apart of a royal family was the worst. Not in the “I just wanna be a commoner” type way but in a real way. Having to act like you cared about every little problem and every person you met was annoying to say the least, but you had been born into royalty. You couldn’t get away from it even if you wanted. Though being in the 21st century, you at least figured you could get away from overly pointless things.

You were wrong.

Day in and day out you were trained as if you were going off to war: knowing how to sit and stand properly, talk in a public setting, eat correctly, different languages, all the works. You hated it and just wished you could do things how you wanted. Even now, you were stressing yet another thing, you were supposed to pick a future ruler to marry. Despite being way too young to even be worried about that, your mother and father urged you, in the most subtle way possible, to start thinking about who you wanted to rule next to you.

You didn’t really care about it as you were still young, why rush something like that? Though every day grew more and more tense, and at your slightest slip up you were forced to choose now. They gave you half a month, and set up profiles for you to pick from, you were asked to pick at least four to start. So here you sat in your room trying to decide.

“I don’t even know any of them so how am I supposed to just pick someone?” You asked yourself.

“Oh, just pick shamelessly.” You looked not expecting an answer, at your door you saw your aunt smiling. You sat up on your bed.

“I can’t be that shallow, this person is who I’m going to be married to for the rest of my life!”

“Yes, but would you really want to married to someone who’s not appealing visually first?”

“Okay rude, but true… Still I don’t want to pick just purely based off of looks.” She sat down on your bed pulling her legs up.

“I think you should and my reason? Well, it’s because your parents said they were going to allow you to get to know whoever you picked, going on dates and stuff, from there they were hoping you’d pick whoever you liked best.”

“They didn’t tell me that!”

“Yes, and I didn’t tell you that either.” You smiled to your aunt, “Still, pick wisely.” She got up and left out of the room, leaving you alone once more to you choices.

...

It had been two full weeks since you told your parents of your choices, you settled on four and said you’d be sure to pick from them. They let you have your way and for the first week you spent it with your first pick. He wasn’t the nicest person but your parents seemed to like where he came from, as well as his brains. You didn’t honestly want to spend much time with him as you barely could hold a conversation with the male. So you told him nicely, you’d honestly consider your time with him and left it at that.

Your second pick was much of the opposite, he was a quiet shy person who barely wanted to say anything against you, though when he did it was treated with so much delicacy that you were afraid he may break himself trying to say anything else. Once again you let him believe you’d think about it, so here you were now waiting around at the front of your house for whatever vehicle your last pick would show up in. You hadn't been looking too hard and was tapped on your shoulder by someone, it was him your third pick. Seonghwa was the name you memorized in hopes not to seem to inconsiderate, you smiled suddenly recognizing him. He returned it.

“I’m sorry for making you wait.” He said after a while.

“No, you’re fine, this is my place after all.” He nodded to you, you looked around. “Did you walk here?” He nods.

“Yeah, I thought it’d be nice to just take a small walk.” You blinked almost confused at his words, he smiled and held out his hand to you. “Do you want to walk?” He asked suddenly.

“O-oh, yeah that’s fine.” You mentally cursed yourself at the stutter, but he didn’t seem to mind and took your hand in his and began walking in the direction he came. He hand was soft, you tried to focus on other things but you felt like soon you’d be putty in his hands.

...

Things went on as nicely as they were going to go. In the last two weeks you hadn't really been all that happy. Seonghwa somehow managed to change all of that in a matter of hours. After your walk, he took you to a busy part of the city where no one would bother you due to how much of a normal couple you looked. There were shops along this part, everywhere you looked at he asked if you wanted to go inside. For once you actually did. It was a small shop and when you entered you were greeted by the cashier, you both responded back.

“I’ve always wanted to go in this place!” You exclaimed.

“Why haven’t you?”

“Because the stuff in here is sometimes too expensive.” He laughed.

“Too expensive?”

“Yeah, I’ll have you know my parents don’t spoil me as much as it seems.”

“You could have fooled me.” You smiled to him.

“What about you? Do you get everything you want?” He shook his head.

“No, if I don’t work for it I can’t get it.”

“Exactly. For me, I have it were if it goes over a certain amount they tell me just wait for a holiday and they might get it.” He laughed at you, you did as well. “Wow, I can’t believe how first world that sounded.”

“No, I’m sure we’re all like that on the inside.” You smiled to him, “Maybe you’re just worse.” You went to hit his shoulder making him run off and causing you to miss. “I’m kidding!” You walked over to him. You guys calmed down.

“Hey, we should get something.” You said.

“Like what?” You shrugged.

“I don’t know maybe something matching?”

“You think we’re ready for matching stuff?”

“I know, we’re not getting married yet but… I’m having a lot of fun and so even if you don’t like me like that or something happens we can still be friends.” You faced forward.

“So you do like me?” Your face went red.

“I didn’t say that!”

“But I think your face did.”

“No! It’s just… hot in here.” You honestly weren't kidding, Seonghwa chuckled a bit before agreeing with you.

“Well I like you too, I also like that you’re trying to be friends with me first, not jumping straight to dating.” You looked to him. “I’ve been on a lot of dates before you and everyone tells me about how they can’t wait to get married and everything.” You laughed.

“Yeah, my parents are kind of like that, but I don’t think any of that will happen if we don’t know each other… At least we have to be happy with each other.”

“Exactly!” He let out a breath, “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that.” You smiled to him.

“Then maybe we should wait on getting anything.” He looked to you. “This way I can keep making up excuses to go out with you.” Even though your voice was small he heard you and you felt his hand grab yours once more.

“Yeah, same here.” You were a bit flustered by how handsome he was suddenly.

“Can I just say one thing?” He nodded to you. “I don’t want our friendship or anything after to be built on lies… So I have to say that the only reason I picked you was because you were so good looking.” He busted out in laughter nearly falling over, you did as well and at the disturbance you two were bringing caused you to go out of the store all while still laughing at each other.

“Well, that makes two of us.” Seonghwa finally said after calming down, you or Seonghwa couldn’t say much more than that and decided to keep looking around together. Even though your reasons had been shallow in the beginning you were both hoping to have other reasons why you picked each other very soon…

Master list~

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Possible improvements to the potential second Spider-Man PS4 game: story

-Note: sorry this is late, I have no excuses. I simply got the days confused.

There are a few issues with the story that I would like to bring up but it was generally good. If you focus solely on the story then it is short; this isn’t really a problem in and of itself but it makes it difficult to flesh out certain characters and relationships.

The villains

We get to see the main villain’s decent into- well, villainy, and it’s pretty good; unfortunately I feel that it gets a bit rushed towards the end and, while we have a reason for it, I would personally have liked a bit more of a lead up to this though. Octavious goes from a nice man with a progressive neurological disorder to a murderer of innocents; sure he has some- outside stimuli (by which I mean tech to the brain), but we should have seen more of the change.

It’s not terrible though and his story is absolutely emotionally gripping.

-credit to u/MightUlt-7 on reddit for thinking of taking a picture here of all places-

More importantly though, this is supposed to be constructive so how could this be improved on for the sequel? A bit more show and a bit less tell; I think I know where Octavious’s problems started but it’s only a guess and they should have shown a bit more throughout the game. A bit more anger, more desperation, some clearly irrational thinking; it could have been done without too much problem either. Might not even need to change much, even a few tentative touches to the back of the head, an uncontrolled angry expression, just little things.

It’s hard to say anything more without knowing what the sequel is planning, but they have a good head start on the Green Goblin so it should be easier to flesh him out some.

There was some confusion (for me at least) about Martin Li, aka Mr Negative, and how Peter knew he was responsible for a certain event. It was only upon watching someone else play it that I realised it was because Peter saw him; I missed it the first time because it was a hectic moment with faded colours and Li only being onscreen for a moment.

My recommendation is to make the big reveal a bit less fleeting.

-did Peter not consider that philanthropist and close friend of his aunt may also (also May) be brainwashed?-

Devil’s Breath

A large part of the story revolves around the Devil’s Breath superweapon and when I heard the name pop up I was excited as all hell!

In the comics, Devil’s Breath is a gas that targets specific bloodlines so you could gas a city and only kill a certain family; it’s a weapon of awesome power due to its ease of deployment and precision. In the game- well it’s a generic bioweapon, ‘nuff said. I mean, sure, it’s technically a cure for genetic disorders that is still in progress, and that it’s relevant to the story, but it’s still very boring.

Side-characters: John Jonah Jameson

The infamous JJJ was always going to be tricky to write, with his raw emotion, irrational hatred of Spidey but otherwise sound judgement. I know a lot of people don’t see his competent side as when we see him it’s usually connected to Spidey, but he made it big in the newspaper business for a reason.

In Spider-Man PS4 he is Alex Jones, who is quite honestly a joke here in England and hopefully everywhere. JJJ is proud but not so much that he won’t own up to his mistakes; he prints retractions, he apologises and accepts where he messed up. He knows full well that he made a big mistake in having the Scorpion created; but in Spider-Man PS4 he rejects the responsibility and blames others.

That’s a big no.

This is probably one of the issues with the game that I do thoroughly dislike. JJJ is a good and complex character but they’ve made him a joke. Although, in his defence, he does appear to step up when the city goes to hell.

Miles Morales

There aren’t a lot of side characters worth mentioning but Miles has been set up to be very interesting in a sequel. We’ve been shown that he’s brave and kind and all of the things that a Spider-Man needs and most importantly, he has powers by the end of the game.

There were a number of token character swaps where we played as powerless Miles or MJ, which sucked, but now that there are two Spider-Men we can have some decent character swapping. I don’t know if Peter has any powers that Miles doesn’t have, but Miles has at least two powers that Peter doesn’t and I suspect that Peter has greater scientific know-how so if done well then it could be really fun to switch between the two.

-credit to u/SebVettel5 on reddit for being so inconsiderate to our hero-

Side missions

While playing I had to pretend that many of the side missions were happening after the story for the sake of immersion. Like many open world games, time may not actually pass unless you do the main story, allowing you to spend unrealistic amounts of time doing side missions; it’s a good thing for the player but when one of those side missions changes the time of day before sending you back to the same time, causing you to both miss and not miss in game appointments, it’s hard to justify it to yourself.

Speaking of side missions (but applicable to anything Spidey has to interact with), quite often the game will target something that you can interact with, but you have to get the camera in the exact right position before you can interact with it. This may not sound too annoying but it can be quite picky at times and sometimes it seems to affect the webslinging as well as combat which can be incredibly annoying.

-sorry about the poor quality, I don’t understand transferring files from the PS4-

This was supposed to be the end of my Spider-Man constructive criticism, but I haven’t even gotten onto the bit that I really wanted to talk about: the costumes. One of my favourite parts of any game is character customisation and I have great memories of the PS1 Spider-Man games allowing me to play with the different costumes which, let’s be honest, is one of the things we love about superheroes: the costumes.

I guess I’ll have to do just one more.

#ps4venom #first puffin #spiderman #spiderman ps4 #spider-man #video games #constructive criticism #marvel #gameplay #opinion #thosetagswilldofornow

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jeonsdear · 6 years

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It’s you - (II)

↬ Parts: I , III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX ,X,XI

↬ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (oc: female)

↬ Genre: college!au, soulmate!au, fluff, angst, maybe smut, noona!reader

↬ Rating: sfw

↬ Warnings: loveless relationship, mentions of mature themes

↬ Accompanying song: HENRY 헨리 ‘It’s You’ (Live Ver.) (check out the spotify version too!)

↬ Notes: Hey! Here’s the second part. Hope you enjoy. And please let me know what you think, that’s a great motivation for writing - and I love talking to you. Likes and especially reblogs are always appreciated ♡

↬ Word Count: 1.9K

When you are not fed love on a silver spoon you learn to lick it off knives.

Starting your senior year at college you promised yourself to make the most of it. But after watching your best friend taking her boyfriend Jungkook for granted and your own soulmate drowning in despair, you find yourself caught in a web of lies and heartbreak. How can you believe in love when the one destined for you doesn’t want you?

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Jungkook burst through the ugly classroom door with a panicked expression, probably assuming he was late for your political theory class. Little did he know the professor was actually ill and had cancelled it 10 minutes ago. Your eyes fell on the two Starbucks cups he had in his hands and you grinned up at him.

“Coffee! Bless you.“

Taking your cup, you raised an eyebrow at him as he registered the empty classroom.

“Class is cancelled.“, you informed him and after a few seconds of unbelieving silence, he groaned loudly.

“What the hell noona? Couldn’t you have texted me?“

With a laugh you stood up and squeezed his arm as a greeting before pulling the boy with you out of the room.

“Nope. We have this assignment due soon anyway and I figured we could work on it in the library. Besides, Mr. Kim only told us 10 minutes ago anyway. So don’t look at me like this.“

His dark doe eyes were directed at you accusingly, expressing how he could have stayed in bed a little longer.

“I’ll buy you a bagel on the way okay?“

At the prospect of free food, his face light up and before you knew it, Jungkook was the one pulling you with him.

You didn’t know how, but since the first day Jungkook had walked in your shared class, you two had become something close to friends. He was still dating your best friend. And she was still spotting the shame questionable behaviour. But you actually found yourself really enjoying his presence and you had to admit he was great fun. You liked him. And, you mused, this way you could keep an eye on the younger boy. Somewhat feeling responsible for not keeping Yeonseo from toying with the boy.

When you had asked her whether she knew that Jungkook was smart, she had simply rolled her eyes and told you she didn’t care. She wasn’t dating him for his brain anyway. The thing was, you knew she wasn’t. You weren’t deaf for god sake and since the walls of your little house were fine, you knew what she and Jungkook were doing in that bedroom of hers. Not like they cared. And you didn’t care about walking in on them and complaining either. Honestly, you were fed up with him. And since you became a lot closer with Jungkook, it made you feel uncomfortable as well. You sure didn’t want to hear his high pitched moans when you were trying to relax.

Yeonseo had noticed your growing friendship with her boyfriend and she wasn’t even bothered. You had worried at first, but you got the feeling she was somewhat relieved. Relieved there was someone else keeping him company. And that annoyed you. But you had kept your mouth shut. So instead you tried to be good fun when hanging with Jungkook. Not like you tried a lot. It came naturally with him. It was a little like you had known each other for ages and he got you. He even watched your kDramas with you without rolling his eyes once and in return, you said yes to playing overwatch with him. You had a dynamic that worked and while he pulled you across campus you couldn’t help but smile.

Jungkook noticed your absent thoughts and he bumped your shoulder with his.

“I never asked you but I’ve been wondering…in which soulmate system are you? “

“Hmm?“, you looked up puzzled and your brain took a few seconds to register his question.

“Oh the emotion one. I can feel them.“, you said but hesitated before adding: “I can feel him.“

Jungkook raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly.

“Him? So you’re straight?“

You chuckled before shaking your head. You weren’t, actually.

“No. I don’t care about gender. But I uh…I can quite clearly feel male emotions.“

That had the younger boy laughing and you sipped at your hot coffee.

“Male emotions? As if we felt different things than you girls. “, he snorted at your ignorance.

“Your orgasms feel different.“, you plainly said and watched Jungkook choking on his coffee. You weren’t kidding. Every time your soulmate engaged in sexual activities you could feel it, and you could feel his release. Which felt different than yours. So you figured it had to be a man.

“Is your soulmate male or female?“, you asked curiously and you didn’t notice how his steps faltered suddenly before he moved again.

“Female I think. “, he said quietly, avoiding your curious eyes.

“Fort the same reason you just said out loud.“

You nodded slowly and wrapped your jacket closer to your freezing frame. Autumn was incredible cold this year and the leave were crunching under your boots.

“You can feel her too? “

Of course he did. You knew he was in the same system as you. But it felt nice to be able to talk to someone who knew what it was like.

Your question had him snorting once again and a smug grin appeared on his face, making his boyish feature look a lot more daring.

“Sometimes. She doesn’t have sex a lot. She makes out with feeling but never really goes further than the belt.“

You sighed at that and Jungkook pulled his beanie closer in his face before throwing you a questioning look.

“That must be nice.“, you explained. “Mine is a whore.“, you mused with a grin, taking away the edge form your words. You didn’t mean them accusingly.

Jungkook only shrugged and held the door oft he library open for you to step through it. Gentleman, huh?

“Means you’ll be getting great sex in the future.“

Of course he’d say that.

The library was filled with studying and whispering students and you both had a little trouble finding a space to work in. When you had settled into the booth in the corner right next to some windows you turned to him and tapped the back of his hand with your fingertip slightly.

“Can I ask you something?“

“Would you refrain from doing so if I said no?“

“No.“

“Figured.“

“You wouldn’t leave Yeonseo for your soulmate, would you. “

It wasn’t really a question rather than an observation and by the way Jungkook diverted his eyes from you, you were right. Was he really so in love with your best friend? How? You couldn’t imagine loving someone else than your soulmate. Oh you had had crushes. You had your fair share of seven minutes in heaven. But you knew that at the end of he day your heart belonged to your soulmate, wherever he might be.

“Can I ask you… why? When you know your perfect person is out there? “

His eyes had darkened as soon as you had said perfect and a gloomy shadow took over his face. Pulling his books out of the backpack he took his time in answering you. You would have been okay with him ignoring your question. You weren’t asking to be disrespectful, but out of curiosity and yes, concern, for your friend.

“You don’t have to answer if-“

“I don’t believe in soulmates.“, he interrupted you without looking at you, pretending to be busy looking through his messy notes.

The silence that followed had him looking up, finding you staring at him with thoughtful eyes. Sometimes he couldn’t figure you out. Way back when you two hadn’t been as close, he always saw you as this neatly organized person who mastered life perfectly. You had good grades, a lot of friends, a few guys and girls pinning after you and Jungkook had always wondered how you and his girlfriend were best friends. But he had figured out quite quickly that you were lonely. He suspected you didn’t know yourself, but whenever he saw you at a party or in a group of friends you had a guarded curtain over your personality. You watched your words and your actions and whenever someone mentioned their soulmate you had this longing in your eyes. Jungkook thought you to be lonely and he assumed that the following words would shock you.

“I know they exist. That’s not it. But I don’t think we’re perfect for them. We’re better off dating other people.“

He watched you gulp but you stayed silent. Your wondering eyes searching his face before you settled on a tiny nod.

“Okay.“, was all you said before you opened your laptop and added: “You still deserve better.“

Any attempt to get a reaction out of you failed so Jungkook only wondered about how weird you sometimes were before you both worked in silence on your assignments.

He really couldn’t read you.

They were at it. Again.

You groaned in frustration at their inconsideration at you being in the living room, trying to watch your drama. As if it wasn’t bad enough to hear your best friend and Jungkook fucking down the hall, your soulmate had decided to get laid once again as well. Burying your face in a pillow you let out a silent scream. Normally, whenever your dear soulmate was at it, you’d disappear into your room to touch yourself. But with Jungkook groaning next door you felt too awkward, almost imagining him doing you. Your brain was fried. Positively fried from the test you had this morning, making your last few functioning brain cells imagining Jungkook all sweaty and whiny. You really had to stop. But you couldn’t with your soulmate edging further towards his release and you felt the echo of his emotions in your own body.

10 more minutes.

That’s how long it took your soulmate to come down from his high and 10 more minutes for Yeonseo emerging from her room in workout gear before running out of the door. No cuddling for Jungkook, huh?

You stayed put with your back of crisps until Jungkook plopped down next to you, snatching the bag out of your hands.

“Don’t you have any shame?“

“Nope.“

You sighed.

“You sound like a fucking girl.“

Jungkook stopped munching to stare at you offendedly.

“Excuse me?“

“You’re so whiny in bed it’s hilarious. And your moans put Sunmi‘s high notes to shame.“

His strong arms pushed you into the cushions of the sofa and his long fingers started tickling you, making you scream in laughter. Squirming under his hold you lifted your knee and stopped right in front of his junk.

“Get off me or I’ll crush your balls.“

With a whine he buried his face in your neck and Jungkook could feel the laughter shaking your body. He could your hands pressing against his shoulders, trying to push him off your body but both of you knew that neither minded the closeness. Somehow, in a short time, you had gotten much closer to him than he was to Yeonseo and Jungkook didn’t know why or how, but he had accepted the ugues of his body to seek closeness. Urges of his mind to talk to you.

With your lips right next to his ear he indulged in the sound of your laughter and giggles and he hummed in content when you gave up your playful attempts of pushing the broad male off your body and petted his head instead. What you didn’t know was that Jungkook was a cuddler, needing affection and intimacy. But he was starving with Yeonseo as a girlfriend. So you involuntarily had filled that hallow space and Jungkook found himself nestled up in your embrace while your eyes were focused on the drama on the TV screen.

This is home he thought to himself and for a little while, the memory of his girlfriend kissing his roommate Juwon hurt a little less.

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