#bc the second i let my mind wander. the they/them pronouns take over

[zukkaoru]

i stop paying attention for .2 seconds while writing and suddenly i'm they/them-ing chuuya.. sorry bestie i forgot you aren't nonbinary in this one

[osamiiya]

Taking them bra shopping

Characters: Kita Shinsuke, Ojiro Aran, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintaro

Warnings: Suggestive, gender neutral pronouns but reader has boobies, like one or two swears.

a/n Why did I write this? idk honestly. Watch my mental state degrade throughout this

Kita Shinsuke

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Very polite

You think you see him blushing a bit at the more risque lingerie but he isn't

"I think that the other colour complemented your skin tone better."

Dosent try anything funny in the changing rooms, he simply peeks his head through the curtains, makes sure no one else sees. He waits in the hallway :(

Gives his honest thoughts about the style and color

Won't outright ask you to buy any lingerie but he's not going to object.

Pays for it all bless his soul </3

"I think the other one was better. This looks too tight."

You hum and move to put the other one on and Kita makes a sound of approval that accompanies his small smile.

His hands politely hover over the bra to fix it's positioning, waiting for your green light to put his hands on you.

"This one looks the best."

"It's $45 I think." Kita just nods and slips away from the curtain when you mutter something about being done.

He's holding the bras you decide to get in one hand, wallet in the other, and as the items get scanned, he dosent even bat an eye.

At your thanks he just raises an eyebrow.

"You need them don't you?"

Ojiro Aran

Respectful but also down bad

He walks with his eyes cast downward bc his mother raised him to respect women. He can't help that his eyes wander sometimes and then widen at the linge racks.

Aran holds your stuff and lets you wander off, following and giving his opinion when asked for it.

He says everything will look good on you so he's kind of no help

Again waits in the hallway, but if you have multiple to try on he'll just wait in the fitting room with you and comment nice things on how you look that day

"This one or the first one?"

You do a turn for him and he just smiles.

"They're both nice."

Rolling your eyes you run to the mirror, not missing the way Aran's eyes wander on your body.

"I don't want to get both though."

Your hands run over the material, pushing and pulling at it slightly to see which one was more flattering.

"Just get both, I'll pay."

Your smile grows in the mirror as you ask if he's sure, and he is.

So you get both, and wander to the check out, picking up things and asking Aran's thoughts.

Aran however, didn't think that bras would be that expensive, it's a small piece of fabric,the same as a bikini top, why was the price so high?

He swallows his pride and hands his card over with shaky hands, it's nothing he couldn't afford, he was just shocked that two bras easily went over $100.

Miya Atsumu

Don't take him please

Brings you lingerie that he thinks will look nice on you.

Has his own basket of stuff he thinks will look nice on you.

Finds the whole ordeal extremely hot and enjoys watching you send an embarrassed glare when he asks to get sized

Waits in the fitting room with you the entire time, putting on the bras after you and giggling to himself.

Wants to touch. Do not let him touch.

Likes all boobies big and small, very much a boob man and will be caught drooling at you trying on lingerie and push up bras

"You should get this."

There's less that'll be covered than the others, but Atsumu's dead set on how "Fuckin' hot" you'd look in it.

A quick look to the price tag has Atsumu's eyes going wide as saucers, and you can almost see the mental debate he has going on, whether he wants to get the lingerie along with your other under things or get the nice knee pads he's been wanting.

Miya Atsumu sulks when he puts it back, sending it a solemn look as he whispers that it would be a shame to spend that much money for a one night event, knowing how he'd ruin it and rip it off at first opportunity.

Like Aran, he watches you try on different styles and colours and decides they're all nice, really nice.

The price tag however? Not so nice.

He goes on a Twitter rant while you're talking to the store owner.

Miya Osamu

You would think he was a good person to go with

But remember, he's still a Miya

Snorts when the lady has you put on a bra over your clothes to see the cup size

But somehow he's still hyping you up?

Swears in ~awe~ and wolf whistles when you ask for his opinion

He loves going undergarment shopping with you

Likes it when you allow him to pick out lingerie, hands smoothing over your skin and the lace with awe

Genuinely thinks you look prettiest in the bright fitting room lighting, clad in a pair of pants and no top

"Wow."

Osamu can't help that his eyes wander everywhere, and you're right in front of him and God, you're so pretty.

"Look ok?"

Osamu's nodding before he realizes what he's doing.

"Let's buy the whole store, doll."

Unfortunately he dosent have the budget of a professional athlete but he's still got some money that he's more than willing to spend if it makes you feel pretty.

"The whole store?" You cant help but laugh at the firm nod Osamu gives you through the mirror, and Osamu's eyes sparkle.

His eyes however, don't sparkle when the poor teenage girl rings up the items, and Osamu sweats as he hands over his card, promising himself it was for a good cause.

And it was, especially when you show him again at home.

Suna Rintaro

Asks why you can't just use his hands as a bra

Smack his smug grin

Dosent mind going shopping with you or holding your bags

Just goes on his phone until you ask him something

Thinks you're pretty whenever, and dosent get the point of getting a pretty bra when nobody (but him) will see it anyways

Gives good advice on what styles look better than others

Makes sure they're comfortable and that you tell the lady if it isnt

He couldn't care less, will walk around the mall afterwards holding the bag

"Just tell her your size is my hand."

"Rin, please shut up- Hi yes I was looking to get a bra."

Suna wandered around the area, not letting you out of his peripheral vision, texting Atsumu and feeling the different laces and silks.

He's almost scared out of his skin when a worker approaches and asks if he needs anything.

When he wanders back, you're getting sized and Suna's scanning your face for any inckling of uncomfort, and when none if detected his eyes go back to his phone, the Schweiden Adlers going into their second set after taking the first.

"Babe can you come see if this fits properly?"

Suna blinks for a moment, whipping his head around a couple times before spotting your face peeking out from the fitting room curtain.

He sends a sheepish look to the ladies in line and slips behind the curtain with you.

"I think it's good- here." His fingers are cold against your skin as he loosens the straps a little.

"Looks nice, I like the colour." Suna's face is soft and he rests his chin on your shoulder as you admire yourself.

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Bonus; The colour bra they would pick for you

Kita: Something practical, white or a skin tone

Aran: I feel like he would like something a bit lacy? If you were comfortable with it. That or a basic colour like black.

Atsumu: Red!

Osamu: "Dosent care" but also soft colors

Suna: Like an emerald green? He gives me emerald green vibes

[ruinins]

—  ϟ  ›  ( bae suzy, cis woman, she/her )  ⋆  you know , the gossip in london is insidious , and gossip about a HALFBLOOD ( SEER ) like SYBILL TRELAWNEY seems to constantly be afloat. what i know for a fact , though , is that they’re a TWENTY THREE year old DRAGONOLOGIST who graduated as a RAVENCLAW from HOGWARTS. someone they went to school with told me that roaring flames just tenderly brushing your cheek, the subtle wrongness of a reflection in the mirror, crackling records playing on a phonograph, the gentle flickering light of a firefly, and a million glittering pieces of a broken crystal ball & THE LOVERS always reminded them of HER. maybe that’s why the WITCH has publicly declared their allegiance to NO ONE ? 

x

NAME : sybill trelawney ( no middle name ). NICKNAMES : none, technically, but she does have a korean name she uses at work—sihyeon—which her mother gave her. DATE OF BIRTH : march 9th, 1958. HOGWARTS HOUSE : ravenclaw. ZODIAC SIGN : pisces sun, scorpio moon, sagittarius rising / year of the dog. AGE : twenty - three. GENDER / PRONOUNS : cis woman & she/her. SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual, biromantic. PLACE OF BIRTH : belfast, ireland. EYE COLOR : dark brown. HAIR COLOR : black. HEIGHT : 5’4. SCARS : scar on her lower back ; burn scars littering her arms.  ETHNICITY : korean. PARENTS : trelawney, silvius ( father ); trelawney, victoria née kang ( mother, muggle, † ). SIBLINGS : only child. MARITAL STATUS : single. OCCUPATION : dragonologist. LANGUAGES : english, korean, some mandarin chinese.

CARD CORRESPONDENCE: sybill’s card is the lovers, reversed, representing her doubts in herself, her career, the people who surround her, and how cynical she’s become.sybill has always been littered with self-doubt. for herself, for the lineage she’s been born into, for her dubious gift that everyone insists isn’t really there. having no one believe in you takes a toll on a witch. she’s haunted by a need that never leaves her, a need to prove herself and her sight, a need that has only worsened with time ( no one knows how nauseating it feels, to face a portrait of the great cassandra trelawney after receiving a dreadful in divination ). there’s something to be said about fake it until you make it, but sybill never quite manages to make it. slowly, the doubt has been sinking its claws into her, and she’s been shrinking away from her wants and focusing more on other things, practical things––her aimless job, her aimless life.

 until recently, sybill wandered through life with a certain naivete. it’s served her well, like most things in life that aren’t the second sight. but then, she let someone close, let herself believe they cared about her, let herself open up only to be stabbed in the back. figuratively and literally, by the scar that still stings whenever she reaches behind to brush her hands over it. she’s changed, become aware of the snakes in the grass––become aware that they don’t always look like snakes. this mistrust in others is slowly bordering on paranoia, but she can’t seem to make it stop. people call her a falsifier, a manipulator, a fool; why shouldn’t she meet energy with energy, insult with insult, distaste with distaste ? 

ministry file / pinterest board  ( EYES TW for the board ) / playlist

tw: murder ( mentioned, also attempted murder ), neglect ( ? ), parental death ( skip paragraph beginning with ‘sixteen’ ! )

zero.

you don’t know this, you’ll never know this, but it was your father who named you. hunched over your laughing mother and clutching your tiny fist between his fingers, tears streaming down his face, he pleaded sybill, call her sybill. an oracle of delphi born anew. in a few weeks, you will both be the subject of controversy: the girl who’s birth ended the pureblood trelawney line, and the pureblood who fell for a muggle. but for now, you are loved.

eight.

you live in a cottage, small and hidden, tucked into a nook of ireland where there are more animals than people. this is purposeful. your father has a manor in london, a hanok in korea, but it is this cottage where the three of you can live at peace. your father is gone most days; you have no idea what he does. instead, your mother teaches you things, practical things. “what if you lose your magic; how will you cook then ?” you think her reasoning is silly, but you play along - even if your father comes home to a look of distaste when he sees you manually scrubbing dishes.

something happens to you. you’re outside, playing, when you reach out to pet a cat that’s just appeared - and a haze settles in. fog clouds your mind, your sight; there’s nothing. no darkness, no void: there is just nothing. and then there is your mother, frantic, choking on tears as she shakes you. later, your father will grin. “has my little sybill inherited cassandra’s gift ?” he’s joking, of course. no one in the family has had cassandra trelawney’s inner eye in generations. 

but when you’re taken to a healer, nothing is wrong. nothing they can find, anyway. and a spark lights in you.

sixteen.

your mother is dead. your mother is dead. taken from you while you couldn’t protect her, while you were in school; your father insists he took his eyes off of her for just a second, but you don’t believe him at all. he’s always wanted you to be more witch than muggle. he’s never understood that she’s both, in a way, and that that’s okay. you wonder if he killed her or if he sent someone to do it, instead. either way, he is a coward and a fool and you hate him; this, you tell him.

the next christmas break, you don’t visit home.

eighteen.

you don’t come home for summer break, either. you don’t come back at all until after graduation, to face cassandra trelawney’s portrait and beg for guidance. for help with your gift. the gift that has abandoned you, it seems, along with your mother. 

you apply, young and naïve, for the position of divination professor at hogwarts. as if anyone would hire you. the rejection stings, but what hurts more is having to face your father. he seems to have planned this outcome all along, and when he offers to help you find a realistic job using his connections, you want to do the filthy muggle thing and punch him.

you take his offer, however, when he reveals it’s in korea. away. that is what you need. away from him, away from london, away from that damned portrait. a week later, you’re in seoul. a week after that, you’re a dragonologist-in-training.

twenty two.

you travel, often. your specialty is hatchlings, and the reserve has begun to branch out, so they send you on missions to other reserves - get an egg, bring it back. in one of your travels, something happens, something unexpected: you meet someone. they’re charming, kind. when you tell them about your gift, their eyes light up. they believe you. you trust them fast.

you don’t see them often, but when you do, it’s incredible. you think they might be something special. you want them to be something special.

then, that night. you’re not sure what happened. everything is a haze; you’d been feeling like that for hours, feeling wrong. they were aggressive. they wanted something. and that fog, the one that had only flickered to life once every few years, was returning. for a moment, you knew nothing. and then you knew blood. the taste of iron, the way it stuck to your fingers. they’d stabbed you. surely, they had; there was no one else in your home, no blood but yours staining your floors.

your father is the one that finds you by a stroke of fate. takes you to a healer. you live, but something in you dies. 

if you ever see them again, they will wish they’d finished you off with the killing curse instead.

twenty three.

you’re back in wizarding london. it’s been years. technically, you’re here for work - “the macfusty’s have to have a hebridean black egg, sihyeon; do well and find us one.” - but you seem to have fallen right into a budding war. you don’t want anything to do with it. you will go in, get an egg, and get out before anything terrible happens. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS 

hogwarts friends / enemies / bullies  ––  for, um, obvious reasons, sybill wasn’t terribly popular at school. i’m literally down for anything from hogwarts, from close friends who drifted after her mother died to people who terrorized her for making prophecies and being a “false seer”, to those she finessed with her you’re going to die in a week-type proclamations.

THE STABBY STAB  ––  so when i was coming up with this i very much wanted sybill to be stabbed instead of cursed bc a) stabbing is something that can be So Personal and b) it’s more of a muggle thing, and it’s fitting for someone who does often to things the “odd”/muggle way to find her ( almost ) end in the same way. i really..... don’t have much else for this connection; the way i visualized it, this person was probably looking for a seer for Some Reason, and whatever sybill told them during her vision - bc she did have a Real Prophecy that night - it wasn’t something they wanted to hear. or something they wanted to get out. sybill definitely had romantic feelings for them, but this obviously didn’t need to be reciprocated - the relationship could’ve been 100% platonic. does this character regret The Stab ? did they kind of want her to live ? are they prepared for the suplex she’ll give them On Sight ? 

ruin me, ruin us, and i’ll let you  ––  this is, incredibly enough, not a romantic connection. i mentioned in my now-deleted gonetalk post that i love platonic soulmates; this is that. whether they connected instantly or they had to slowly get accommodated to each other, i want someone to have an Unbreakable Bond with sybill. they don’t have to already be friends, maybe it slowly happens, but eventually they’d both do anything for each other. if u have read the poppy war series, yes this is very much a wc based off of rin and kitay, those are the Vibes i’m going for.

this town’s only big enough for one cowboy  ––  I DON’T THINK THERE’S ONE YET BUT IF U ARE PLANNING A SECOND CHARACTER..... . .. picture this: someone who’s a seer who is actually competent, and can actually prophesize well instead of Whenever The Inner Eye Wants To. the jealousy ! the rivalry ! the mocking ! the shame ! GIVE IT TO ME NOW....

family friends ? family ? cousins ?  ––  i have sybill’s family being purebloods up to her, so i’d imagine she has a few distant family members or family friends running around ?  i imagine her father runs in pro-death eater circles but isn’t one so !

[cohentm]

✮     ∷     ╰  𝖚𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 .

             I FEEL LIKE i just ran away from home and then realized i’m five and, unfortunately, cannot survive without my parents. LMDFLKDFGM i missed u all and had to return… we hate to see it. anyway! whew. i figured i’d post a refreshed lil intro for cohen to make sure i hit on some key changes before i hop back into the game! the most important / group-related part is right at the top, so if u read nothing else, read that! ily all and i’m excited to jump back in like i never left. i’ll be sliding in dms and makin’ starters asap, so if u wanna make some connection changes my door’s always open! x

✮     ∷     ╰  𝖈𝖔𝖍𝖊𝖓 ��𝖊𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖆 : 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 .

cohen currently lives in a glorified, raggedy frat-esque house ( he is NOT a fratboy but he might as well be huh ) of his own right off campus, about a five minute drive / ten minute walk from the stadium ( it’s about four bedrooms large with three bathrooms, all on one floor. think david dobrik’s house–click here to see–except much uglier and CHEAP MVDFLG ). 

he’s fiscally very protective of his savings. he’s been working since he was 12 with his dad, and never ever spent his money, despite some repetitive near-misses where his parents tried ( and failed, bc cohen’s slick ) to steal money from him. basically he now pays for his share of the house using the money he saves/has always saved working for factories, farms, & fixing people’s junk cars. 

his only current roommate is foster, meaning he has two spare rooms he’s not really doing anything with. beer pong table’s outside, the kitchen is the alcohol hot spot, there’s a pool table instead of a dining room table, u know how it goes. 

regardless, he throws open invite house parties literally every weekend. they take place every friday night up until the sun rises on sunday morning–whether he’s around the house for all of five seconds or all night doesn’t matter, because they’re always a-go. 

you’re all 100% free to use his house entirely at your leisure for character fun / development / a place for ur thread to take place / etc! you don’t even need to get my okay beforehand! just do it! think of it as a known dillon fact that cohen’s having a house party every weekend NFKDFNDFKJG. 

no matter who you are, whether cohen likes you or not, he will not care if you show up with some randos or familiar faces and party it out. he’s socially bored 24/7 and full of apathy and alcohol at all times so mans probably will be plastered drunk out doing donuts in the parking lot and fighting someone he doesn’t have beef with anyway. ur muse probably won’t even see him there. LMKGDFLG if you’ve ever seen burlesque? literally him showing up to his OWN house for a visit / to get plastered and then wander off during the weekend party is…. real. so yeah! use his house like it’s ur own. just be out by sunday afternoon bc he likes to pretend none of it ever happened as soon as he wakes up and has to be sober for school. x KMVFBLFG love u all.

✮     ∷     ╰  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬  &  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞����𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

tw: eating disorder mentions ( food & lifestyle ), drug addiction / recovery, alcoholism, & mentions of past steroid use.

full name.    cohen anthony segura.

aka.    co, jet.

character inspiration.    adam parrish ( the raven cycle ), vince howard & tim riggins lovechild ( if y’all watched fnl…. let’s cry together ), a much more problematic  &  asshole-ish david dobrik ( the vlog squad ), nathan scott ( oth ), steven hyde ( that ‘70s show ), emily prentiss & aaron hotchner lovechild ( criminal minds ), & noel miller ( tmg ).

age & d.o.b.    twenty-two. birthdate tbd.

zodiac.    virgo sun, aries moon, & aquarius rising.

pronouns.    he / him.

orientation.    openly bisexual.

this has never presented as too large of an issue for cohen, despite living in dillon. he isn’t afraid of being talked about, and has a history of making sure people know he can hold his own if anyone has anything to say about his personal life.

university major.    architecture  &  architectural technology.

after living in a trailer for the duration of his life, the idea that he would be invested in architecture is astounding. however, here he is. his passion for home creation stemmed from growing up and envisioning a real home to live in. his parents are both into self-taught carpentry, and his dad was shoving tools and measuring tape into his hands from the time he was young in an effort to instill in him a firm “get it done yourself” mindset. he spends his time studying structure  &  building planning, and secretly has a journal full of dream house mark-ups.

occupation.    wide receiver for the dillon panthers, full time student, & prospective architect / carpenter post-college.

tattoos.    many riddled throughout his body. brandon arreaga’s tattoos are cohen’s.

face claim.    brandon arreaga.

alignment.    neutral evil.

hogwarts.    slytherin.

positive & negative traits.    ( if u’ve already read this do not read it again i promise u nothing here changed LSMFLD )

hardworking–he works himself to the bone and is entirely unapologetic about it. you’ll rarely catch him slipping, but if he does, he’s the first to get ear-splittingly angry with himself over it. he’s way too hard on himself & he knows it, but he’ll never admit it. 

he nitpicks at the flaws of others in an effort to feel superior, and always acts unaffected when he’s called out for bringing the team down when he’s not taking care of himself ( cue vince howard from fnl or nathan scott from oth scenes where they’re bragging about how good they are on the field even though he’s apt to get himself hurt because of how desperate he is for some kind of validation–cohen had a huge issue with restricting and abusing stimulants / testing steroids throughout high school and college in an attempt to boost his football persona. he was always incredibly fast and beat literal ODDS to maintain his wide receiver position, but especially thanks to his small build he’s used to being underestimated / downplayed, which puts a really heavy weight on his shoulders. today, he’s eating healthily, he’s off drugs, and he’s taking care of himself better than he ever has before, but it’s still incredibly hard and he still reaches out for ways to overcompensate, which is where alcohol usually comes into play ). 

transparent–sure, he can turn into a stressed out & irritable jerk within a fraction of a second, but at least he’s upfront about when he switches lanes. LDFGLMKFG

he’s incredibly focused, which means he’s never going to linger in uncertainty for too long before he admits that he’s just not down to be around you / to be there / to talk / etc. he’s no bullshitter by any means. he’d rather hurt your feelings and keep his environment stable and tactile than stick around and put his easily shaken emotions at risk just to make you comfy. 

he’s also accountable. he knows when he’s causing shit to fuck up & hit the fan, and he’s always quick to right wrongs when things are on him. ofc he’s bred from a family full of blame-givers, so he unhealthily picked up a bad habit of being really good at sounding like he’s apologizing sincerely when he’s really just trying to end a fight because he’s annoyed. LDCLDKMFDFG. 

he’s blunt, temperamental, & incredibly selfish when it comes to his own lifelines / vices, but wholeheartedly selfless when it comes to doing anything to protect or lift up the people he loves.

mental diagnoses.    anorexia nervosa ( in recovery ), alcoholism ( ongoing ), an addiction to various stimulants ( in recovery ), & frequent past attempts at steroid use.

physical diagnoses.    n / a.

phobias.    has an irrational fear of accidentally burning down his house. will get immensely stressed–to the point where he’s absolutely annoying and intolerable to put up with / be around–if someone’s cooking or baking “irresponsibly.” will probably yell at you and hover-cook until you let him take over so he can make sure nothing goes wrong. LMSDFKLFG

scars.   an appendix scar on his lower left side.

drug use.    frequently.

alcohol use.    frequently.

diet.    very decently rounded. he loves to cook, despite being self-taught. growing up the way he did, he settles for making simple dishes very well. he’s not the type to go all out for dinner. he meal preps like it’s his job. he usually just settles with some kind of pan-friend chicken and pasta dish at home.

birth place.    dillon, texas.

parents.    "jude" judith & anthony segura. 

two lower class parents with deep-rooted anger issues. they currently live in the same trailer park together, in separate trailers, and fight with each other constantly. they claim they’re divorced, and are seeing other people, but they’ve never actually filed for anything, since anthony segura thinks it’s just a ploy for judith to take “half [his] shit.” cohen visits them often, and acts as a middle ground child who hates but loves both of them equally. his dad enjoys / tolerates his son’s presence more than his mother does, but only marginally. his mother’s much less concerned with the fact that she has children, since, in her mind, her relationship issues are the most important things in her life. cohen spent many nights as a kid with his drugged up mom in his lap while she cried about not being loved by anyone. his dad, even though he’s rough with cohen, at least spends time with him every now and again. as a kid, his dad was handing him beers to drink and tools to learn to use to prove he was a man ( despite being a ten y/o child bfkjgk oh well! ). regardless, today cohen lives on his own but is still the financial backbone for his parents–since his mom is unemployed and his dad is a seasonal construction worker–and has been since he was fifteen. they ask him for money every chance they get, and cohen never says no.

siblings.    a younger sister ( by two years ). loves her to death. would protect her with his life.

pets.    he’s notorious for letting a certain set of strays run amuck in his house. he feeds the neighborhood cat, is a-okay with people bringing their animals to his parties, etc. but he’s too scared of permanence and obsessed with independence to ever follow through with getting his own animal.

education.    current senior at dillon university. 

he has always been a decent student. he got into architectural honors college his sophomore year of college. however, he’s still not by any means incredibly intelligent. he’s decent grade-wise, but only because he tries really hard and puts in the effort it takes to keep up in a field like architecture. he’s also a chronic cheater, but c’est la vie! lmfgdflkg he spends the vast majority of his time either studying or practicing, and gets very irritable very quick doing either activity because he doesn’t know how to manage stress, so he drinks in the evenings in an attempt to make up for his tense demeanor, but he’s an angry drunk so… whomst are we really kidding here. LMDFKLG

languages.    english & american sign language.

[gacy-lajla]

Kim Namjoon x nb!Reader || Partner In Crime

Genre: Angst-ish??, Fluff

Warnings: gender/body dysphoria bc the reader is non-binary but still has a female body, mentions of alcohol, I once again wrote this in one go I’m sorry if this thing doesn’t make any sense and has a lot of mistakes-

Word count: 2,347

Summary: You met up with the boys to have some fun together but one thing led to another and you suddenly felt very insecure about who ou were once again. Should you open up?

You looked down your body, or more like tried. Because most of it was covered by a mass you despised seeing every single time you looked down. You took a deep breath but it felt like the fabric on your body restricted you more than usual. Letting your gaze wander across the bathroom you tried ignoring the self hate towards your body. You hadn't have any say in what your genes would create but that didn't make you feel any better. Any more comfortable. And the people you grew up around only made it worse, really. Your mother always wanting you to wear something that'd show off your figure. The figure you didn't want anyone to see. Every time you tried explaining how you felt it was brushed off. People either ignored you or said you wanted to follow a 'trend'. Just remembering this made your eyes sting with tears but you refused letting them fall. You weren't around them any more. But you also didn't tell your new family of friends about how you felt, fearing rejection, the same fate as before. You wanted to tell them, you really did. After one year you thought you'd finally feel brace enough, but alas, here you are, alone in the bathroom of one of your closest friends, shaking.

“I can't do it. I can't tell them, it'll just be the same as back then... but does this really-”

A few sharp knocks on the door had you nearly jumping up from the toilet seat. Taking a deep breath you steeled yourself.

“Yeah, what is it?”, you asked, your voice more steady than you felt.

“I just wanted to check up on you. Is everything alright?”

Hearing Namjoon's deep voice through the door you suddenly felt really small. You really didn't want to lie to him but making him worry about you seemed like the greater evil to you right now.

“I'm good, I'll be out in a few, sorry for taking so long”, you replied a little shakily but it seemed like he didn't notice through the door because he shortly left after a hurried 'okay'. Listening for his retreating steps you let your head fall into your hands, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. You shouldn't make a scene out of nothing, so you decided to finally leave the bathroom. But as luck wanted you to suffer you were met with a body not much taller than you and it only took you a few heartbeats to realise something very wet was sticking to your upper body.

“Oh goodness, I am so sorry I really didn't mean to spill this on you!” Frantically waving his hands in front of his body in an apologetic manner Jimin you noticed his eyes were fixated on the wet spot and you grew more and more insecure by the second, immediately covering your chest and looking away, trying to ignore the strong smell of alcohol coming off of you now.

“It's fine, don't worry, I'll just ask Namjoon for a shirt or something”, you attempted to reassure him with a crooked smile to which he calmed down a little. He must've had a few drinks already, not having noticed your distress from before.

“A-ah, you don't have to ask him, we'll just go and fetch one for you right now, he won't mind, we've all borrowed clothes from each other by now!”

Without having the chance of uttering another word he grabbed you by the hand and pulled you with him towards the leaders room. You were too focussed on not tripping that you didn't notice that you entered it and the smallest member was looking through some of his tops.

“Would you like a shirt or a pullover- oh no, no! Never mind that, you'd look super adorable in one of his sweaters, let me just see- yeah, here you go, put it on!”

He handed you a piece of clothing, looking at you expectantly for some time before realisation washed over him and his face visibly turned redder than before. With a quiet sorry and an embarrassed giggle he left the room, shutting the door behind him. Sighing once more you eyed the dark purple material before shrugging and finally changing out of the soaked shirt you were wearing before. In the process you couldn't help but falter when you spotted your breasts once more – you were currently waiting on your binder to arrive. Swiftly grabbing the new piece of clothing you covered yourself up again, the sweater definitely too big and baggy for you, which actually made you feel more comfortable than before. Your curves got covered and even you couldn't say no to sweater paws. Taking the wet shirt you draped it over a chair in the room, hoping you wouldn't forget it later.

Leaving Namjoon's cave you were met with Jimin's beaming face who quickly enveloped you in a tight embrace, praising your cute looks and whatnot. Chuckling nervously you pushed his giggling form off of you, pointing towards the living room where the other's were at, implying to get back to them and he nodded before taking your hand once more and dragging you with him. He was more touchy than usual which was probably due to the alcohol in his blood.

“Guys, guys, look! Doesn't (y/n) look cute in Namjoon's clothes? She's so adorable, don't you think?”

You couldn't help but tense a little at the pronoun but you reminded yourself that you didn't tell any of them so they couldn't possibly know.

Suddenly very aware of the many sets of eyes on your body you shrunk a little and tugged at Jimin's arm, shielding yourself with his body. You were met with silence at first before you could hear cooing from Jin, Hobi and Taehyung, Yoongi and Jungkook seemed to respect you enough to notice that you were not comfortable with the situation and looked at Jimin with a questioning glance and Namjoon- he looked at you, eyes widened and cheeks aflame. Which probably was due to the alcohol. Nothing else.

“Are you trying to force a girlfriend and Joonie by giving her his clothes now?”, asked Jin, making not only himself but also the others around him burst out laughing. But you only froze, not knowing what to say. Not wanting to say anything because you were most likely going to make this situation escalate and you didn't want to ruin the mood.

“Mmnh, I wish I could say yes, but I accidentally spilled my drink on her – sorry again – and I was sure hyung wouldn't mind because he said he trusts (y/n) more than some of us and besides-”

Jimin was shut up by Namjoon covering his mouth before more could leave his conversation friendly tongue. You were amazed by the sheer speed he possessed, never having seen anything like it before.

“I think you've had enough to drink for tonight.”

You chuckled quietly at that, having the same thoughts about the smallest member. He wrestled the taller man's hand off of his mouth and sent him a playful glare while sitting down. You followed what he did, sitting down next to him. What you didn't expect was Namjoon sitting down next to you as well, leaning in closer than usual, but once again you blamed the alcohol. Nonetheless, combined with the prior comment of Jin you couldn't help but feel your face brighten up in a pinkish colour. The thought of being in a relationship was weird to you but if Namjoon wanted to you'd maybe agree on trying.

“By the way, the sweater looks really good on you. You can keep it, if you want.”

Surprised by the comment leaving his lips you turned to him, eyeing his face for a few seconds. When you finally settled on his eyes you smiled and shoved him playfully.

“Yeah, I'll keep it for the night and give it back after washing it-”

“No, I meant it as- like- you know, you can just, I don't know, have it if you want to- it's not like I can't buy myself a few new ones, I just think it suits you well and I'd like to see you wear it more often, maybe?”

“Joonie, how much did you drink?” You laughed at his dumbfound expression, lifting one of your sweater covered hands to mask your face a little.

“Just a- a few, am I that drunk already?”

“You're just rambling so much, it's cute but I also miss you being spot on with your words”, you answered, him nodding along as you did so. After that there were no more words exchanged between you two, instead you engaged in a group discussion on capitalism and communism which may or may not has been introduced by Yoongi.

“Okay, I thing it's time to wrap this up.”

You glanced around, noticing Jimin fast asleep and wrapped around a sleeping Hobi on the couch, Yoongi, Jin and Taehyung stopped their conversation and you and Jungkook looked over at Namjoon holding two slices of pizza up which were part of the eating competition you were having. Putting down yours you were about to stand up when you heard the boy next to you exclaim, the others joining in.

“The bed in the guest room is mine!”

“I'm sharing with him!”

“I'll take the couch in there!”

“I'll sleep in the bathtub!”

At the last one you all – except for the sleeping two, who to your surprise did not wake up by all the noise – looked at Taehyung. He just shrugged at your questioning gestures.

“Give me a few blankets and it's just as good as any bed. I also don't wanna sleep in hyungs bed, who knows what happened in there.”

Namjoon groaned at his words. “My bed is in perfectly fine shape, thank you very much. (y/n), you can sleep in it-”

“But what about you? Where will you sleep?”

He didn't answer, thinking. Every comfortable place was claimed as well as the bathtub, so he would have to settle for the floor. Taking his silence as exactly that conclusion you sighed over dramatically.

“I don't mind sharing, uh, your bed with you?”

The phrasing sounded weird and as expected there was a low whistle from right beside you. You poked at Jungkooks rips to which he quickly stood up and raced towards the guest room, out of your reach. Before anything else there was a chorus of 'good night's and you and Namjoon were left alone. Standing together awkwardly, swinging slightly from the drinks you pointed toward his room and you both made your way there. When he spoke up and tried to convince you that he'd sleep on the floor you just shushed him and told him that as long as you wouldn't do anything inappropriate you were totally fine sleeping in one bed with him.

Finally settling in his bed together you rolled your body up, facing away from the other person in the room who laid flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, seeming to question every decision he chose in his life. You didn't expect him to speak up, though, so when he did you flinched, your heart skipping a beat, but you quickly caught yourself again.

“I'm sorry about what Jimin said – the thing about you being my girlfriend I mean. Ah, wait no that was Jin- shit.”

You forced out a low chuckle, playing with your fingers as you thought about your next words, barricades down not that you two were alone and still in the afterglow of consuming unhealthy amounts of intoxicating beverages.

“s'okay, it's not like it'd be possible anyway, me being your girlfriend.”

You heard rustling behind your body, feeling the weight on the mattress shifting, indicating that Namjoon either turned toward you or away from you. His now seemingly closer voice confirmed the first speculation.

“What do you mean? Wouldn't you want to be? I mean, I understand if I'm not your type, I would've just really liked if- ugh... I mean, I really like you. I'd like to give it a try. Call you my girlfriend, if you're okay with that-”

You felt suddenly felt really bad, hearing the disappointed drop in his voice. He kind of sounded defeated which made your heart ache. You didn't want him to hurt.

“It's not that-”, you turned around facing him now, “that I dislike the thought of dating you or something. It's just...”

You exhaled deeply, closing your eyes in the process. You felt the anxiety build up in your stomach and chest. Namjoon didn't say a word, waiting patiently for you to continue, which you appreciated.

“I don't- my body. I don't like the way it is, I guess? The form, all the curves, I don't like them. They make me feel uncomfortable.”

“You aren't satisfied with your body? I love every little bit about you, if you were my girlfriend I'd remind you every single day; you're perfect just the way you are, no matter what other people may say-”

“No- no that's not what I meant. I don't like it being called- I don't feel like I'm in the right body. I don't feel like a- a girl? I mean, gender is just a construct by society and all but just as much as you say about yourself that you are a boy or man I'd like to say that I'm, I dunno, none? Non-binary in that case. I am neither a man or a woman. I just don't see either inside of me- both feel wrong, I guess?”

“Oh...”

You stared into each others eyes for a bit, you were unsure, unsure how he'd react, the little 'oh' confusing you and making you feel smaller than it should. Surprised when you felt a hand grab for yours you looked down at both your hands intertwine.

“In that case, would you like to be my partner in crime?”

At his words you couldn't help but smile.