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aeniiverse · 2 months ago

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ANNOYING NEIGHBOR NEXT DOOR

Synopsis — you thought the idea of having a new neighbor was nice, everywhere would be peaceful you and the new neighbors would exchange one or two greetings anytime you collided in the hallways but Minjeong makes you view it all differently now

Contains — fluff, strangers to enemies to lovers (in y/n’s head), strangers to lovers (in Minjeongs head), neighbors au , golden retriever x black cat, nickname: princess grumpy and clownjeong, Minjeong is head over heels, y/n thinks Minjeong is annoying at first, kissing (once), mention of a man (y/n goes on a date with a man)

WORD COUNT — 11k

A/N — I just have a thing for when idols are so loser/puppy coded 🙏🙏 had so much fun writing this 😭

You weren’t asking for much just a bit of peace and quiet.

After six long months of enduring your current neighbor’s obsession with playing electric guitar at ungodly hours (always off-key, always with the passion of a man fighting demons), you’d nearly cried when you saw him hauling boxes out of his apartment. “I’m finally free,” you whispered to yourself, forehead pressed against the peephole like you were watching the gates of heaven open.

The day he left, you lit a scented candle, ordered takeout, and played lo-fi music at a responsible volume, basking in the silence like it was a luxury spa. No more screeching solos at 3 a.m., no more mystery smells wafting under your door. You even dreamed of a future where you and your new neighbor might exchange polite nods in the hallway maybe even a friendly wave if things got real wild.

So, of course, the universe decided to spit in your face.

Because that very night, at exactly 12:03 a.m., the bass dropped.

You were jolted awake like someone had thrown you out of a moving car. The walls vibrated. The floor thumped. There was shouting, cheering, even…..and was that a dog barking? You blinked at the ceiling in confusion, wondering if you’d been dropped into an underground club by accident. But no, this was your bed. Your home. Your sanctuary. And whoever had just moved in next door was trying to turn it into Coachella.

Your first instinct was denial. Maybe they were just celebrating. A little housewarming moment. It was their first night, after all who were you to judge?

Then the clock hit 2:37 a.m. And then 4:19 a.m. And then, when the sun was beginning to rise at 6:01 a.m., the music finally stopped, right around the time you had to drag yourself out of bed for work.

You stared at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, half-asleep with pillow lines etched into your cheek, and said out loud: “I hate her.”

You hadn’t even seen her yet. All you knew was that your new neighbor had the audacity to throw a full-blown rave on a Tuesday night like she was allergic to peace. But it didn’t matter you already hated her.

And thus began the war.

The next few days were a study in chaos. While you clung to a strict 10 p.m. bedtime and folded your laundry like a normal adult, she lived in a completely different universe. One where music blasted at random hours, someone was always laughing (suspiciously loud and way too attractive), and packages kept piling up outside her door like she was running an online shopping empire.

You finally saw her a week later. And you were prepared to give her a tight-lipped smile, maybe a passive-aggressive “Hey, how’s the soundproofing in your place?” if the opportunity arose.

But the second she stepped into the hallway, your brain short-circuited.

Because she was unfortunately hot.

Like, unfairly hot. Hoodie hanging off one shoulder, damp hair from a shower, iced coffee in hand even though it was cold outside. She looked like she walked straight off the set of a coming-of-age Netflix drama, and your brain decided to betray you by going completely blank.

“Oh hey,” she said, giving you a smile that was way too bright for 8:30 a.m.

You blinked. “Huh?”

“Neighbor, right? I just moved in.” She extended a hand, which you stared at for a second too long before awkwardly shaking.

“Y/N,” you managed.

“Minjeong,” she said. “Nice to meet you.”

It wasn’t. But you couldn’t say that out loud.

Minjeong gave you another smile, then walked off humming a song you’d definitely heard through the wall at 2 a.m. the night before. You watched her go, equal parts stunned, annoyed, and deeply concerned by how nice her shampoo smelled.

That’s when you made your first critical mistake: you decided she was the enemy.

You convinced yourself that she was the type who wouldn’t remember your name in a week. That she didn’t care about being a decent neighbor. That her whole vibe, hot, effortlessly charming, chaos incarnate was a personal attack on your carefully constructed life of order and adulting.

Meanwhile, in Minjeong’s head, something very different was happening.

Because from the moment she saw you bedhead, hoodie with your office logo on it, slippers shaped like cats. she was, in her words, “done for.” She talked about you for ten minutes straight to her friend Ningning that afternoon.

“She’s so cute,” she said, dramatically sprawled across her couch. “Like, ‘excuse me’ cute. Like grumpy librarian meets off-duty model. She has these little sleepy eyes and I think she judged my coffee order and it was kind of hot.”

“Did she smile at you?” Ningning asked.

“Kind of. In a way that said, ‘I hate you but I could also fall in love with you if you stopped being annoying.’”

“You’ve known her for five minutes.”

“That’s enough.”

From that day on, Minjeong made it her mission to win you over. She started with greetings. Always cheerful. Always a little too loud. Always with some oddly specific detail about her day you didn’t ask for.

“Hey, Y/N! I got a blender! It’s pink!”

“Morning! You should try this new place downstairs. They make this disgusting matcha latte I can’t stop drinking.”

“Hey, you looked really focused yesterday when you left for work. Like, very serious. Do you do spy stuff?”

You responded with polite nods. Barely-there smiles. The occasional grunt when you were too tired to pretend.

You were convinced she was messing with you. No one could be that cheerful at 7 a.m. Especially not someone who hosted parties with that many screaming people and three separate Spotify playlists labeled “Vibe Only.”

And yet despite your best efforts you found yourself noticing things.

Like how Minjeong always held the elevator door open for you, even when you were at the end of the hall. Or how she complimented your outfits in weirdly specific ways (“That blazer makes you look like you just won a court case and I’m into that”). Or how she never seemed to mind your half-dead zombie face in the morning and even once said, “You’re like… charmingly exhausted. It’s kind of your thing.”

You tried to stay annoyed. You really did.

But the thing about Minjeong was she grew on you. Like mold. Hot, annoyingly persistent mold.

The final straw was when she knocked on your door at 9 p.m. on a Friday with two bowls of ramen and a sheepish smile.

“I may have accidentally broken my stove,” she said. “Do you wanna eat this with me or let me suffer alone?”

You stared at her. Then at the ramen. Then back at her.

“…Fine.”

You told yourself you were just being polite. That it was a one-time thing. That this didn’t mean anything.

But an hour later, you were laughing at her impression of your building manager, and she was sitting way too close on your couch, and the thought floated into your head uninvited:

You’re in trouble.

You weren’t paranoid. You were just observant.

It started with the elevator. You’d always had a good rhythm going. leave the apartment at exactly 8:37 a.m., elevator arrives by 8:39, and you’re out the lobby doors by 8:42, no interruptions. It was your sacred little ritual. Peaceful. Predictable. Perfect.

Until Minjeong started showing up.

At first, you chalked it up to coincidence. People lived in the same building. Elevator overlap was bound to happen. But then it happened again the next day. And the day after that. And the day after that. Every single morning, without fail, the doors would slide open and there she’d be: oversized hoodie, iced coffee in hand (yes, still in winter), eyes lighting up like she was happy to see you.

“Morning, Y/N!” she chirped on day five.

You didn’t respond. You just stared at her and shifted to the farthest corner of the elevator, clutching your bag like it could protect you from whatever chaos she radiated.

“You always leave around this time, huh?” she added, like she didn’t already know. “I should’ve guessed. You seem like a very… punctual person.”

That was it. You narrowed your eyes.

She was tracking your schedule.

You didn’t have any proof, not really but deep down, you knew. No one just accidentally showed up that many times in a row. She was either trying to annoy you on purpose or attempting some weird form of social ambush. Either way, you weren’t having it.

So you left earlier the next day. 8:27 a.m. Just to be safe.

You strutted down the hallway feeling smug. Minjeong wouldn’t be expecting that. She’d probably still be in bed, dreaming about whatever hot people dream about. You were halfway to the elevator when—

“Y/N?”

You stopped in your tracks. Turned. And there she was.

Standing in front of her door. Holding a bag of trash. Looking far too surprised to be innocent.

“Oh! Didn’t think I’d see you this early,” she said, smiling like she hadn’t just given herself away. “Taking the trash out too?”

You glanced at your work tote, your blazer, your very obvious lack of a trash bag.

“No,” you said flatly. “I’m going to work.”

“Oh. Right.” She shifted awkwardly. “Well… have a good day!”

You walked into the elevator without responding, hit the button, and as the doors closed, you muttered under your breath: “Stalker.”

You tried to switch it up even more after that. Left at different times. Took the stairs. Waited until the last possible second. Nothing worked. Minjeong was always there sometimes miraculously appearing just as you were unlocking your door, sometimes already waiting in the lobby “just hanging out.”

And it wasn’t just in the mornings.

She bumped into you at the coffee shop near your building.

“Oh hey! I didn’t know you came here too!” she said on your third visit, as if she wasn’t very clearly sitting at the window watching the door.

You ran into her at the laundry room.

“Wow, same laundry day? That’s so domestic of us,” she said, dropping her basket with a dramatic sigh like you were starring in a sitcom together.

You even saw her at the tiny corner market two blocks down.

“Oh my god,” she gasped, grinning. “Are we… synced?”

You almost dropped your basket.

You weren’t dramatic. You weren’t. But you were convinced Minjeong was following you. No one was that coincidental. No one was that present all the time. You’d never met someone who appeared more often than your own reflection.

Your group chat was torn.

You: she’s stalking me. I’m serious. She’s like a flirty ghost that refuses to be exorcised

Jisoo: …are you sure you’re not just finally making a friend?

Nari: is she hot

You: yes but IRRELEVANT

Jisoo: this sounds like a Wattpad fic

Nari: she’s into you

You: SHE’S INTO ANNOYING ME

But even they had to agree that the coincidence level was suspicious.

It all came to a head the day you went for your usual lunch break walk to clear your head from your hellish job, only to spot Minjeong sitting on your bench. The one you always claimed under the tree, away from all the noise and pigeons and people who breathed too loud.

And she was just… there. Drinking a smoothie. Wearing sunglasses. Waving.

You stopped walking.

“No way,” you muttered, turning back toward your office building. “I’m hallucinating. I’m under stress. That’s not real.”

“Y/N!” she called. “Hey! Do you wanna sit?”

You turned slowly.

“How do you know I come here?”

She blinked. “I didn’t! I was just… passing by.”

You stared at her. “You live 20 minutes from here.”

“Exercise?” she tried.

“It’s a Tuesday.”

“Exactly. Cardio Tuesdays.”

You stared harder.

She finally cracked, giving you a sheepish grin and pulling her sunglasses up onto her head.

“Okay, fine. I might’ve overheard you on the phone once. Saying this was your favorite lunch spot.”

You blinked. “You were listening to my phone calls?”

She winced. “No! I mean. I was coming up the stairs and you were outside your door and talking loudly and I have really good hearing and maybe I just… remembered.”

You just stared. For a long, silent moment.

“…You’re so weird,” you muttered, walking past her and sitting down anyway because you weren’t going to let her take your bench, even if she was wearing stupidly nice sunglasses and had a stupidly cute dimple that showed up whenever she was nervous.

She perked up, scooting over like you hadn’t just insulted her.

“I don’t get it,” you said finally, watching her sip her smoothie. “Why are you always around me?”

She blinked. “You make it sound like I’m haunting you.”

“You are.”

Minjeong looked at you for a long second.

Then shrugged. “I like being around you.”

You turned to her slowly.

“You don’t even know me.”

“Sure I do.” She counted off on her fingers. “You like your coffee black unless it’s a Monday, and then you get it with caramel. You always take the elevator unless you’re mad, then you take the stairs. You hum when you’re concentrating. You say thank you to the mail guy even when he’s grumpy. And you pretend to hate me but I bet you’d miss me if I stopped showing up.”

Your mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.

“You’re insane,” you said.

Minjeong smiled.

“You didn’t deny it.”

You scowled and turned away, hiding the warmth rising in your face behind your cup.

You were not falling for her.

Not even a little bit.

You were just… concerned. She was obviously obsessed with you. You were just trying to survive. That was all. Nothing more.

Still, later that night, when she didn’t show up in the hallway like usual, you found yourself staring at your peephole for a suspiciously long time.

Not that you missed her.

You just liked… knowing where she was.

For safety reasons.

Obviously.

You’d almost convinced yourself it wasn’t going to happen again.

Almost.

After all, it had been nearly a week since Minjeong’s last impromptu DJ set featuring bass-heavy remixes and the occasional scream-laugh echoing down the hallway. You’d thought naively, so foolishly that maybe she’d grown out of it. That she’d settled into adulthood, learned the sacred unspoken rule of Apartment Peacefulness, and realized normal people didn’t party on weeknights.

But then Friday night rolled around.

And at exactly 11:56 p.m., the music started.

At first, it was just bass. The kind that vibrated through your mattress like a second, more annoying heartbeat. Then came the chorus of voices, shouting, singing, laughing, like a horde of frat boys had possessed her living room.

You stared at your ceiling, dead-eyed. Hands by your side. Mentally writing your resignation letter.

It was louder than the last time.

Somewhere around 2:00 a.m., someone yelled “DO A FLIP” and glass shattered.

You were fully feral by then exhausted, furious, and moments away from snapping. You tried earplugs. Then a white noise app. Then your emergency calming playlist (ironically, it included whale sounds). Nothing worked. The floor trembled every time the bass dropped.

By 3:27 a.m., you were throwing things into your overnight bag like you were escaping a war zone. Which, in a way, you were.

You texted your friend:

You: coming over. not dead but might commit crime soon.

Jisoo: is it the hot neighbor again?

You: she’s SATAN with lip balm.

Jisoo: door’s open. there’s leftover pizza. bring your rage.

You packed your office clothes, toiletries, charger, and one incredibly petty note you debated sliding under Minjeong’s door on your way out.

You didn’t, though. You were better than that.

Barely.

You left the building with dark circles under your eyes and a migraine forming behind your left eye, muttering curses with every step as the party raged on behind you.

Sleeping at Jisoo’s was bliss. Silent, pizza-filled bliss.

You got six whole hours of uninterrupted rest, a luxury you hadn’t had in weeks. And the next day, you even managed to survive work without collapsing or snapping at anyone. The anger was still there, buzzing low in your chest, but it was buried beneath a thin veil of exhaustion and iced coffee.

It wasn’t until after work, when you finally trudged back into your building hoping for nothing more than a hot shower and your own bed, thats when you saw her.

Minjeong. Leaning against her door. Holding what looked like a box of cookies.

And her face lit up the second she saw you.

“There you are!”

You blinked. Paused. Considered turning around.

“I didn’t see you at all today,” she continued, walking toward you like you were happy to see her. “I thought something happened. Were you okay?”

You stared at her.

Then pointed to her apartment. “You mean after your rave last night?”

She winced. “Okay, yeah. That was maybe a bit much.”

“A bit?”

“I didn’t think it’d go that late! People just… kept coming.”

“Because you INVITED THEM.”

Minjeong blinked, clearly taken aback. “Whoa. Are you mad?”

“No. I’m exhausted. There’s a difference.”

She hesitated, then held out the box like it was a peace offering. “I brought cookies?”

“I left my own apartment because of you.”

She froze. “Wait. What?”

You sighed, shifting your bag onto your shoulder. “I couldn’t sleep. Again. So I packed a bag and stayed at my friend’s. Because I literally couldn’t take another night of… whatever the hell that was.”

Minjeong looked genuinely stunned. She lowered the box slowly. “You… left?”

“Congratulations,” you said dryly. “You threw a party so loud it evicted me.”

Her mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. “Oh my god.”

“I don’t think you get how loud it is. I work. I need sleep. And you treat this place like a musician afterparty venue.”

Minjeong looked like she wanted to melt into the floor. “Y/N, I’m… I didn’t know it was that bad. I thought it was just kind of background noise.”

“You had conga lines in the hallway.”

“…Okay, that might’ve gotten out of hand.”

You let out a breath and leaned against your doorframe, suddenly too tired to keep the full force of your anger alive. The truth was, you didn’t even want to fight. You just wanted her to get it. You wanted her to take something, anything seriously for once.

Minjeong stepped back, rubbing the back of her neck, looking a little smaller now.

“I didn’t mean to drive you away,” she said, voice softer. “That wasn’t… I thought maybe you didn’t mind it anymore. You hadn’t complained in a while.”

“That’s because I was trying to be civil. And delusional, apparently.”

A pause. Then, quieter: “I missed seeing you today.”

You blinked. “What?”

She glanced up at you, looking suddenly sheepish. “You’re… always around. Not in a weird way!” she added quickly. “I just… like running into you. Even if you’re grumpy.”

You stared at her, floored by how earnestly stupid that sounded.

“I literally left because of you.”

“I know. I messed up. Big time. But I wasn’t trying to be a bad neighbor. I just…” She hesitated, then shrugged. “Got excited. I haven’t lived alone before. I kind of went overboard. And I didn’t realize how much it was bothering you until now.”

You studied her face. For once, she wasn’t smiling. No smug grin. No flirty wink. Just a slightly panicked, flushed Minjeong, fidgeting with the corner of the cookie box like it held all her regrets.

“…You really didn’t know?”

“No. But I do now.”

You crossed your arms. “And?”

“I won’t do it again. Promise. No more parties. Not even a little one. Just quiet Minjeong. Book club Minjeong. Baking show Minjeong.”

“…That last one better not be code for another rave.”

She laughed, weakly. “It’s not. I swear.”

You stared at her. Then, reluctantly, reached for the cookie box.

“I’m only taking these because I’m hungry. Not because I’m forgiving you.”

“Got it. No forgiveness. Just food-based tolerance.”

You turned to unlock your door, but paused when she added softly:

“I really am sorry, Y/N.”

Something about the way she said it made your chest pinch.

You didn’t look back. Just muttered, “You should be,” and closed your door behind you.

Still… the cookies were warm.

And you hated that they were kind of good.

You weren’t planning on inviting her.

Of course you weren’t. Why would you?

Game night was a sacred event. A no-chaos, no-stress, friend-only sanctuary held in the cozy confines of Jisoo’s apartment, complete with snacks, wine, and passive-aggressive Uno wars. It was not for random neighbors who threw parties at ungodly hours and wore smiley socks like a personality trait.

And yet there she was.

Minjeong. Standing in Jisoo’s doorway, clutching a bag of chips and a six-pack of soda like she belonged there.

You stared at her. She grinned.

“Hey, neighbor.”

You turned slowly to your traitorous friend. “Jisoo.”

Jisoo didn’t even pretend to look sorry. “She was in the hallway, I think she came to visit her friend soooo, I invited her. You said you were trying to be civil.”

“Civil doesn’t mean social,” you hissed.

“She brought chips,” Jisoo replied, entirely unhelpful.

Minjeong held them up. “They’re spicy-flavored. Like your attitude.”

You blinked. “What?”

She winked. “It’s a compliment.”

You stared at her. Then at Jisoo. Then back at Minjeong. “You can’t just show up. At my friend’s apartment. During game night.”

“She’s my friend now too,” Jisoo cut in, already leading her to the couch. “We talked about Taylor Swift in the hallway for twenty minutes.”

You looked like you might combust.

“Let her stay,” Nari added, flopped upside down on the floor. “The drama’s fun.”

“I’m not dramatic,” you snapped.

“You stormed into the group chat last week and said you were going to buy noise-canceling grenades,” Nari said. “That’s not drama, that’s war.”

“I was venting.”

“You also called her a noise goblin,” Jisoo added.

Minjeong gasped in mock offense. “You called me a goblin?”

“A noisy one. And it was accurate.”

She shrugged, plopping down beside Nari. “I accept it. Goblins are kinda cute.”

“Why are you like this?” you muttered, sitting as far from her as possible.

“Genetics. Charm. Possibly divine intervention.”

The games began.

And much to your dismay, Minjeong wasn’t bad at them. No, she was the worst kind of game night guest, the kind who got overly competitive and overly charming. She made jokes. She got high-fives. She somehow convinced Nari to partner with her in Pictionary even after drawing a “dog” that looked like a loaf of bread.

She kept looking over at you, too. Like you were in on some inside joke you never agreed to be part of.

You ignored her. Or tried to.

Halfway through Uno, Minjeong stacked three “draw fours” on you with a smile that made your blood pressure spike.

“Sorry, Y/N,” she said sweetly. “It’s just the game.”

You slammed your cards down. “You’re enjoying this.”

“I’m enjoying you.”

The room went dead silent.

You blinked. Hard. “What.”

“I meant this. This vibe,” she corrected quickly, cheeks flushing. “You. Us. Uno tension. It’s electric.”

“I will actually fight you.”

“Please do,” she said. “I’d let you win.”

Jisoo made a noise like a dying kettle.

“Okay, hang on,” Nari said. “How are you two not dating?”

You and Minjeong spoke at the same time.

You: “We’re NOT.”

Minjeong: “…We’re not?”

You turned your whole body toward her. “Did you think we were?”

She blinked. “Well. No. But like. Spiritually?”

“What does that even MEAN?”

“You bicker. You storm into hallways. You leave me cupcakes and glare at me in elevators. classic enemies to lovers pipeline,” You looked like you’d swallowed a lemon. “It was ONE cupcake. Out of guilt. And you all need to stop reading fanfiction.”

Nari shrugged. “Can’t help it. You two have the tension of a slow burn.”

“There is no tension.”

“You’re literally vibrating.”

“That’s called rage.”

Minjeong smiled. “You’re cute when you’re angry.”

You stood up.

“I’m going home,” you announced.

Jisoo tugged your wrist. “No, no! Y/N, come on, it’s just teasing.”

“I’m not doing this,” you muttered, grabbing your coat. “I came here to play Uno and make fun of Nari’s drawing skills. Not get shipped with the world’s most obnoxious neighbor.”

Minjeong stood too, looking surprisingly serious for once. “Hey—Y/N. Wait.”

You paused. Eyed her warily.

“I’m sorry if I ruined your night,” she said. “I wasn’t trying to make fun of you.”

Your brows furrowed. “Then what were you trying to do?”

Minjeong opened her mouth. Closed it. Shrugged, helpless. “I don’t know. Be near you?”

You blinked. Again.

“Why?” you asked, genuinely confused.

She let out a laugh, soft and slightly exasperated. “Because I like you. Even when you’re mad at me. Even when you call me names and act like being near me is torture.”

“It is.”

“I don’t believe you.”

You scowled. “You should.”

She smiled. “Then why’d you stay at game night this long?”

“I was trying to be polite.”

“You flipped me off during charades.”

“Politely.”

Jisoo groaned loudly from the couch. “Can you two just kiss already?”

“WE’RE NOT—!”

Minjeong leaned in suddenly.

You flinched back, eyes wide. “What are you doing?!”

“Nothing!” she said quickly, hands up. “I wasn’t—I wasn’t gonna kiss you. I just—got excited. You looked soft.”

“I will shove you.”

She beamed. “Do it.”

You shoved her shoulder. She laughed.

You hated that it sounded nice.

You left eventually, claiming you had work in the morning (you didn’t). Minjeong didn’t follow, but she waved from the hallway like she hadn’t just publicly embarrassed you and/or sent your brain into chaos.

You walked home feeling… confused. And annoyed. And warm.

But mostly annoyed.

Because now your friends thought you liked her.

And worst of all, you couldn’t stop thinking about how her smile had looked when she said she liked you.

You were not falling. You were just… disoriented. Sleep-deprived. Emotionally harassed by Uno.

Yeah. That was all.

Definitely.

You were asleep.

Blissfully, deeply, finally asleep wearing your ugliest pajama set (neon green shorts and a t-shirt that read “nap queen” in cracked glitter) and drooling into your pillow when the world ended.

Or at least, that’s what your brain assumed when the blaring WEE-OOH WEE-OOH of the building’s fire alarm shredded through your dreams like a chainsaw.

You bolted upright, heart racing.

“What the—”

WEE-OOH WEE-OOH

“Are you kidding me?!”

You flailed for your phone, knocked it off the nightstand, cursed creatively, and finally caught sight of the building text notification: Fire drill. Do not panic. Please exit calmly.

Exit calmly?

You were in glittery pajamas and bunny slippers.

There was no calm.

You grabbed your keys and phone, stomped out of your apartment, and joined the parade of annoyed residents spilling out into the cool night air like sleepy, grumpy zombies.

And of course.

Of course.

There she was.

Minjeong. Dressed like a K-drama lead in joggers and a hoodie, leaning against a tree like she posed for the emergency.

She spotted you immediately. Her smile bloomed like spring.

“Hey, neighbor.”

“No.”

She blinked. “No?”

“No, you don’t get to speak to me right now.”

“I wasn’t the one who caused the fire drill,” she said, eyes crinkling as she tried not to laugh. “Though, if I had known you owned that shirt, I might’ve.”

You looked down at yourself.

Nap Queen.

You considered dying on the spot.

“Shut up,” you muttered, folding your arms tightly. The wind blew. You shivered slightly. Not enough to be noticeable. Totally manageable. You weren’t cold. Nope.

Minjeong tilted her head. “Are you shivering?”

“No.”

“You look cold.”

“Well, I’m not.”

“You want my jacket?”

“I want you to spontaneously combust.”

“That would probably trigger another fire drill.”

You glared. “That’s the goal.”

She grinned anyway. Then, without asking, she started shrugging off her hoodie.

You held up a hand. “Do not.”

“Too late,” she said, stepping forward and gently wrapping it around your shoulders.

It was warm.

It smelled like fabric softener and vanilla and something slightly citrusy and stupidly nice.

You immediately wanted to hurl it into a sewer.

But it was warm.

You stiffened. “I don’t want this.”

“You literally just called for me to combust.”

“I was being dramatic.”

“You’re always dramatic.”

“Take it back.”

“Nope.”

You looked down at the hoodie, oversized and soft and covering the worst of your glowing nap queen shame. You scowled.

“This doesn’t mean I’m cold,” you mumbled.

“Of course not,” Minjeong said, eyes dancing.

“And it doesn’t smell good.”

“I didn’t say it did.”

“It smells… aggressively normal.”

She nodded solemnly. “Totally unremarkable.”

You turned your face away so she wouldn’t see the smile trying to betray you.

She didn’t press further. Just stood next to you, not touching, occasionally glancing your way with a look that made your stomach feel like it was doing cartwheels.

Which was dumb.

Dumber still was what came next.

“Hey,” she said after a few minutes. “I think I dropped my phone. Can I use yours to call it?”

You blinked. “Uh. Yeah. Sure.”

You unlocked your phone and handed it over without thinking. Because you’re nice. Or at least functional. And she looked genuinely concerned.

She dialed.

And her phone immediately rang inside her hoodie pocket.

She froze for half a second, then slowly pulled it out and smiled sheepishly. “Oh. Wow. Would you look at that?”

You narrowed your eyes. “It was in your pocket the whole time?”

“Must’ve fallen in.”

“You’re wearing joggers with no pockets.”

“I have mysterious thighs.”

“…What?”

“Thanks for the help,” she said sweetly, handing your phone back.

You stared at her, but your sleep-deprived brain was too foggy to clock anything suspicious. You just muttered something unintelligible and stuffed your phone away.

The fire drill ended. You returned to your apartment. You shed her hoodie, cursed the part of you that thought it smelled nice again, and threw it over a chair.

And maybe, maybe you washed it the next day.

But only because you were going to give it back.

Definitely not because you kept sniffing it like a lunatic every time you passed it.

At night, after work, you stood in front of her door with the hoodie folded neatly and a small sticky note attached.

You pressed it against the wood, knocked once, and power-walked back to your apartment like the building was on fire for real.

The note read:

”This is not a thank you.”

She texted you three hours later.

Unknown Number: so it’s not a thank you but it’s clean and smells like flowers?? suspicious.

You blinked.

Who was this? Why did they know about the note? Why did your chest tighten in a weird, fluttery way?

You: who is this??

Unknown Number: seriously?

it’s minjeong lol. from last night. pajama queen. remember?

Your stomach dropped.

You: how did you get my number?

Minjeong: i got it from you yesterday?

You: ???

when?

Minjeong: during the fire drill. you called my phone remember?

You stared at the screen, mind blank.

Then it clicked.

You: YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE?!

Minjeong: i plead the fifth

and yes

You almost threw your phone.

You: you manipulative little—

Minjeong: smooth. the word is smooth.

You: blocked.

Minjeong: no you’re not

You weren’t.

And worse, you were smiling.

A little.

Maybe.

You were trying to live a normal life. A peaceful, quiet, normal life. One that did not involve your neighbor appearing at random intervals like a lovesick golden retriever with boundary issues.

But Minjeong did not understand the concept of "normal."

And worse, she had started calling you, God help you…..Princess Grumpy.

It began on a random Tuesday, as most horrors do. You had stepped out to grab your mail, still in your work clothes, hair in disarray and a very visible stress induced coffee stain on your blouse. Minjeong was there, leaning against the wall with her phone in hand like she lived for dramatic entrances.

“Morning, Princess Grumpy.”

You blinked. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Is this a delayed insult or a head injury?”

Minjeong grinned, unbothered. “Neither. It’s a nickname. It suits you.”

You stared at her. “I don’t need a nickname.”

“But I do,” she said brightly. “I need at least one endearing term to whisper to myself when I’m making breakfast and thinking about you.”

You actually dropped your mail.

“What—”

“Anyway,” she said, skipping past your impending spiral, “you coming to the building event on Friday? There’s karaoke. I want to see if your singing voice is as angry as your resting face.”

You turned on your heel and walked straight back to your apartment.

That should’ve been the end of it. But no.

She started using it everywhere.

“Morning, Princess Grumpy!” when you passed each other in the hall.

“Looking good, Princess Grumpy,” when you came back from the gym, half-dead and sweating like you’d just fought for your life in a war zone.

“Princess Grumpy, you left your delivery at the front door. Again.”

You tried to fight back once. You called her “Clownjeong.”

She gasped. “Did you just give me a nickname back?”

“I insulted you.”

“Yeah, but like—affectionately.”

“I was going for mild psychological warfare.”

“You’re so cute when you threaten me.”

You blocked her number for ten minutes after that.

It didn't help.

Then came the hoodie return. Again.

You’d already given it back once with a note that said “this is not a thank you.” So when she somehow left it outside your door again (this time with a packet of your favorite chips tucked inside), you stormed across the hall and banged on her door.

Minjeong opened it with a smile. “Hey, Princess Grumpy.”

You held out the hoodie. “Stop returning this. I don’t want it.”

She tilted her head. “Then why do you keep washing it so nicely?”

“I have standards, okay?! I wasn’t raised by wolves.”

“And the chips?”

“Bribery doesn’t work on me.”

“Then what does?”

You blinked. That shouldn’t have felt like a real question.

You shoved the hoodie into her hands and turned to leave, only for her to call after you: “See you later, Princess G!”

You didn’t slam your door.

But you definitely closed it with emphasis.

You tried not to think about it. About her. About her dumb smile and her dumber nickname and how she seemed to be infecting every part of your day like a very pretty virus.

You still didn’t like her.

She was loud, and chaotic, and annoying.

But the worst part? The absolute worst part?

You noticed when she wasn’t there.

Like on Thursday, when you didn’t run into her in the hallway at all. Not in the morning. Not at night.

No “good morning, Princess Grumpy.”

No obnoxious grin.

And you, you, the hater, the indifferent, the emotionally bulletproof missed it.

You sat on your couch that night, hoodie-free and annoyed at how quiet the building felt.

You even opened your door for a second, just to… check.

No Minjeong.

You closed the door.

You didn’t sigh.

(Not out loud.)

The next morning, she was back.

With two iced coffees, one of which she held out to you with a sheepish grin. “Got you one. Didn’t see you yesterday.”

You frowned. “Were you looking for me?”

She shrugged. “Only a little.”

You took the coffee. Just so she’d go away.

Not because it was your exact order. Or because the straw was already unwrapped and ready, the way you liked. Or because the corner of the napkin had “for Princess Grumpy <3” scribbled on it in the world’s most offensive cursive handwriting.

You drank it.

It tasted good.

You hated her.

You really, really hated her.

That night, you were walking back from the trash chute when you ran into her again.

Minjeong, in pajama pants and a tank top, hair up in a messy bun. She looked sleepier than usual.

“You okay?” she asked, blinking at you.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re making your grumpy face.”

“I always look like this.”

She smiled. “I know.”

You stared at her for a beat. “Do you really think I’m grumpy?”

“I think you’re adorable,” she said instantly, like she’d been waiting to say it.

You stared harder.

She didn’t back down.

“You’re very annoying,” you said, finally.

“And you like me anyway.”

You walked away.

Your ears were burning.

The next time you saw her, she had a bracelet wrapped around her wrist made of little pastel alphabet beads. You spotted it while she was talking to someone outside the building, laughing about something dumb.

The bracelet spelled: P R I N C E S S G

You choked.

Later that evening, you saw her in the hall and pointed at it accusingly. “Is that about me?!”

She glanced down, deadpan. “You think I have multiple princesses in my life?”

You groaned. “Why are you like this?!”

“Down bad,” she said cheerfully. “Terminal case.”

You were pretty sure you were catching something too.

You didn’t want to name it yet.

That night, you found yourself smiling at your phone when she texted you something dumb.

Minjeong:i just realized you’ve never actually smiled at me. like at me. not once.

You stared at the message for a long time.

Then typed:

You: good. i’d hate to encourage you.

Minjeong: so it’s on purpose?

You: obviously.

Minjeong: so you think about me?

You didn’t respond.

You didn’t have to.

She was right.

And that was the problem.

You didn’t want to go.

You’d made that very clear to your sister five times, in five different tones, including one voice note where you pretended to be choking on your own excuses.

She didn’t care.

“You’ve been single since birth,” she said. “It’s not cute anymore.”

“Thanks, love you too,” you muttered as she shoved the date’s number into your phone and threatened to block Netflix until you followed through.

So now here you were, standing in front of your apartment, dressed in something *date-ish,* trying not to physically cringe every time you adjusted the neckline.

You checked your phone for the tenth time.

Any second now.

And as if summoned by the gods of bad timing, the door across the hall opened.

Minjeong.

Of course.

Her eyes landed on you instantly. She was holding a cup of instant noodles in one hand and a spoon in the other, her hoodie slightly off one shoulder and her hair in a high bun like she’d just rolled out of a Pinterest board.

She blinked at you.

Paused.

Then: “Whoa. You look...”

You braced yourself.

“...like you’re going to a tax-themed gala.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Like, very responsible. But also tragic.”

You stared at her. “That’s the worst compliment I’ve ever received.”

She grinned. “You’re welcome.”

You rolled your eyes, adjusting your bag. “I have a date.”

You said it casually, like it wasn’t a big deal. Like it wasn’t specifically said to see how she’d react.

Minjeong went still.

Then she laughed, a little too quickly. “A date? With who? Mr. Responsible Gala?”

“His name is Jason,” you said, hating how defensive you sounded. “He’s a dentist.”

“Sounds thrilling,” she said, with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Will you guys be discussing plaque or...?”

You glared at her. “Not everyone likes karaoke parties at 2am and naming houseplants.”

“Yeah,” she said, “some people like dates with guys who wear button-ups unironically.”

Before you could retort, a horn honked from outside.

Minjeong looked toward the sound. Then back at you.

There was something in her expression, tight, unreadable.

“Well,” she said, taking a bite of her noodles, “have fun.”

You turned and walked down the hallway, ignoring the way her eyes felt like a magnet at your back.

The date was fine.

Okay, no, it was awful.

Jason was nice. In the same way white rice is nice. Safe. Bland. Acceptable in emergencies.

He talked about teeth. A lot.

Like… a lot a lot.

You weren’t sure how molar structure turned into a twenty-minute TED Talk, but somehow, it did. The highlight of the night was when he accidentally knocked over his water and tried to blame the table for “being too slippery.”

By the end of it, your face hurt from all the fake smiling.

When you got back to your building, all you wanted was to rip off your shoes, crawl into bed, and erase the whole night from your brain.

You didn’t expect the knock on your door.

It came twenty minutes after you got in, just as you were wiping off makeup and aggressively texting your sister a strongly-worded “NEVER AGAIN.”

You opened the door.

Minjeong stood there in sweats, holding a bag of popcorn in one hand and a DVD of Shrek 2 in the other.

“I come bearing comfort cinema,” she announced.

You blinked. “What?”

“Just thought you might need it. After that disaster of a date.”

“It wasn’t a disaster.”

She raised a brow.

You crossed your arms. “I had a great time.”

She looked at you. Looked at the ponytail already forming in your hair and the way your mascara had been wiped half off.

“Really?”

You hesitated. “Yes.”

Minjeong held up the DVD. “Okay, then you won’t need this iconic healing film.”

You stared at it longingly.

“I’m fine.”

“Uh-huh.”

She started to turn.

You gave in.

“Okay, wait maybe it was a little boring.”

Minjeong smirked like a cat who just watched a bird fly into a window.

You stepped aside without a word, letting her in. She sauntered to the couch like she owned the place, tossing the popcorn onto the coffee table and flopping down dramatically.

You followed, grabbing a blanket and collapsing next to her with a sigh.

She held out the DVD. “Come on. Donkey’s waiting.”

Halfway through the movie, your head somehow ended up leaning on her shoulder.

You weren’t sure when or how it happened, but there it was your cheek resting against soft cotton, her breath slow and steady beside you.

She didn’t say anything.

You didn’t move.

You told yourself it was just because you were tired.

But then she spoke, voice quiet.

“So... Jason.”

You groaned.

“I’m just asking,” she said innocently.

“Why?”

“Because you’re my favorite source of weekly drama,” she teased. “And because I can’t believe you wasted an outfit on a man who probably say ‘moisturizer is for women.’”

You snorted.

Minjeong smiled, triumphant.

“He did call vegan cheese unnatural,” you admitted.

“I knew it. Dates with men are never the best”

You sighed. “My sister forced me into it.”

“Ah,” she said, “sibling betrayal. The deepest cut.”

You glanced at her. “You really showed up with Shrek because you thought I’d come back sad?”

“No,” she said, and then, after a pause: “Yes. But mostly I just wanted to see you.”

You stared at her.

She didn’t look away.

And then, in the softest voice:

“Glad you’re home, Princess Grumpy.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you.

“You’re such a weirdo.”

“Your weirdo?”

“Don’t push it.”

Minjeong leaned back, smug.

You let her stay a little longer than necessary when the movie ended.

Just until the credits.

Maybe a bit after.

But that didn’t mean anything.

Not yet.

You fumbled with the keypad like it was a math test you hadn’t studied for.

The numbers glowed mockingly under your finger as you squinted, missed, and cursed softly under your breath.

Three wrong tries.

The lock buzzed angrily.

You shushed it.

“Don’t yell,” you whispered, as if the door could hear you. “I’m trying my best…”

Minjeong, standing casually in the hallway, watched the scene unfold like she was at a live comedy show. She hadn’t said anything yet just leaned against the wall in her hoodie and sweats, sipping from a juice box of all things.

You hadn’t noticed her.

Not until you swayed a little too far to the left and almost kissed your welcome mat.

A pair of hands caught you.

Strong, warm, and annoyingly familiar.

“Oh my god,” Minjeong murmured. “You’re so drunk.”

You turned around, blinking up at her like she’d just appeared out of nowhere. “Minjeong?”

“That’s me.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Why are there two of you?”

“There aren’t.”

“Suspicious.”

She laughed, still holding onto your waist as you tried to balance. “Need help getting in?”

You gestured vaguely at the keypad. “The door hates me.”

“What’s your pin?”

You looked at her. Considered. Then blurted, “It’s my cat’s birthday and my childhood address.”

She stared. “That helps me in no way at all.”

You leaned forward conspiratorially and whispered the actual numbers into her ear.

She punched them in with expert calm, like she hadn’t just been given the keys to your kingdom. The lock clicked open. You blinked.

“Wow,” you said. “You’re smart.”

“And you’re really drunk.”

Minjeong guided you inside with gentle hands, closing the door behind you and helping you kick off your shoes. You immediately face-planted onto the couch.

“I was at a bar,” you mumbled into the cushion. “With my sister. She wanted to celebrate… something. I don’t remember. Probably me being alive.”

“Well, I’m glad you are,” she said lightly, moving to the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water.

She returned and handed it to you like she’d done it a hundred times before. “Drink.”

You took it without argument.

“You always take care of people like this?” you asked between sips.

Minjeong shrugged, settling into the armchair across from you. “Only the ones I like.”

You squinted at her.

Then laid back dramatically, one arm across your eyes. “You’re too nice.”

“I’m literally just giving you water.”

“No, you’re like… a good person. It’s irritating.”

“Sorry?”

“And you smell nice.”

She laughed again, the sound warm and stupidly comforting. “Okay, now you’re just saying things.”

You sat up suddenly, finger pointing at her like you were in a courtroom drama. “You are nice. Too nice. Like, let me help you with your groceries, water your plants, listen to your drunk rambling nice.”

“I am currently doing all of those things.”

You nodded. “Exactly.”

There was a beat of silence. You stared at her. She stared back, amused.

Then, with a sigh, you slumped back down.

“Ugh.”

“What?”

You mumbled into the pillow, “I think I’m slowly falling for you.”

The room went silent.

You didn’t notice. You were too busy groaning at yourself.

“Why are you so… Minjeong-y?” you whined. “You’re like sunshine but also chaos.”

Across from you, Minjeong was frozen.

She blinked once.

Twice.

“…What?”

You lifted your head groggily. “What?”

“What did you just say?”

You frowned. “I said I hate bike lanes. Too narrow.”

“No, before that.”

You squinted. “I like… popcorn?”

Minjeong stared. Her ears were visibly red.

“You said you were falling for me.”

You blinked. “I did?”

“You did.”

“Did I say it in a cute way or like, scary?”

Minjeong just stared at you, wide-eyed and pink in the face.

You sat up straighter, suddenly realizing the full weight of what had just come out of your mouth.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” she said, voice soft. “Oh.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

You groaned, covering your face with both hands. “Forget I said that.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“You have to.”

“You literally just told me I smell nice and you’re falling for me. This is my Roman Empire now.”

You peeked at her through your fingers. “Are you laughing at me?”

“I’m blushing because of you,” she said, flustered and very much not meeting your eyes.

You stared. “Wait! you’re flustered?”

“I’m trying not to combust.”

“Oh my god.”

Minjeong buried her face in her hands. “This is worse than when I called you Princess Grumpy.”

“You still call me that!”

She peeked out between her fingers. “And you let me.”

You groaned, flopping onto the couch again. “This is the worst night of my life.”

“No, that was your date with Jason the dentist.”

“Shut up.”

Minjeong giggled.

You groaned louder.

After a minute of mutual internal crisis, Minjeong said, more quietly now, “You really meant it?”

You hesitated.

Then: “Maybe.”

She nodded, still red, still smiling like someone had just given her a hundred free kittens. “Good to know.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re very smug for someone who’s not supposed to know how I feel.”

She raised both hands. “Hey, you’re the one confessing things on your couch like we’re in a teen rom-com.”

You stared at her.

She stared back.

Then you asked, “Do you want to help me learn to ride a bike?”

She blinked. “What?”

“I said earlier. I never learned.”

Minjeong laughed. “Oh. I thought you were joking.”

“I joke about a lot of things. Not about wheels.”

There was a pause. Then Minjeong stood.

“Alright, drunk girl,” she said, reaching for a throw blanket and tossing it over you. “Sleep it off. Tomorrow, we’re getting you a helmet.”

You peeked out from under the blanket. “You’re gonna teach me?”

Minjeong gave you a smile, sweet, warm, sincere. “Of course. Princess Grumpy deserves to fly.”

Your heart did something very stupid.

You looked away. “You’re so annoying.”

She leaned down, tucking the blanket around you gently.

“And you’re falling for me.”

“Shut up, Minjeong.”

But your smile gave you away.

You regretted everything the second you saw the bike.

It was bright pink.

With a tiny silver bell.

And a matching helmet that had glitter stars on it.

“This is bullying,” you said flatly, staring at the monstrosity on two wheels.

Minjeong beamed like she’d just unwrapped a present. “You said you never learned. You didn’t say you had standards.”

You gave her a long, pointed look. “I will push you off this thing.”

“You’d have to catch me first.” She patted the seat. “Come on, Princess Grumpy. Time to fly.”

You muttered something not-so-princess-like under your breath but stepped forward anyway. It was early enough in the morning that the park was mostly empty, and the little path she’d chosen was tucked under a line of trees, secluded and shaded.

You didn’t miss how Minjeong was already pulling out her phone.

“Don’t even think about it,” you warned.

She grinned. “Too late. This is historic. First bike. First bruised ego. First scraped knee. First—”

“First time I punch you?”

Minjeong just laughed, lowering her phone and setting it aside. “Okay, okay. We’ll start easy.”

You looked at the bike again. “It has streamers.”

“Bonus style points,” she said cheerfully. “Now, get on. I’ll hold the back.”

“Promise you won’t let go?”

There was something vulnerable in your voice, something that made her expression soften.

“I promise,” she said, voice quieter now. “I’ve got you.”

You nodded once, and she moved behind the bike, one hand gripping the back of the seat, the other hovering near your side. With shaky hands, you got on, feet finding the pedals.

She didn’t laugh when you wobbled.

She didn’t tease when your knees knocked together.

She just stayed close, steady.

“Okay,” she said gently, “start pedaling.”

You did.

Slowly. Cautiously.

Minjeong jogged beside you, hand still on the seat. “That’s it! Look at you! Natural disaster!”

“You mean natural talent?”

“Nope. You’re a disaster, but a charming one.”

You laughed, almost losing your balance. “Don’t make me laugh, I’ll fall!”

“I told you I’m chaos and sunshine!”

You got about fifteen feet before your foot slipped and you panicked, skidding sideways into the grass.

Minjeong caught you before you could fully hit the ground, arms wrapping around you in a blur of motion. You ended up half on her, half on the grass, breathing hard and laughing.

“You said you wouldn’t let go,” you mumbled.

“I didn’t,” she said softly. “You just got too fast for me, Tour de France.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t move.

She didn’t either.

The sun filtered through the trees, dappled and warm on your faces. You were close enough to hear her heartbeat, steady beneath her hoodie. Her hands were still on your arms, and yours were gripping the fabric of her sleeves.

It would’ve been easy to look away.

You didn’t.

“You okay?” she asked.

You nodded. “You?”

“Always.”

And then, before you could ruin it with a joke or say something to deflect, Minjeong inhaled deeply.

“Can I tell you something?”

You hesitated. “Yeah.”

She didn’t let go of you. Just shifted a little so she could see you better.

“I think I’ve liked you since the first time you yelled at me.”

You blinked. “The day you threw a massive party, woke me up and made me evacuate the building?”

Minjeong smiled. “Yeah. You were angry and exhausted, I just started to see you differently”

You groaned. “Tragic.”

“I thought you were hot.”

You blinked again.

“What?”

“I did,” she said simply. “Still do. But now I know you’re also stubborn, dramatic, kind of awkward, and you make this scrunchy face when you’re confused. Like now.”

You touched your face. “I do not—”

“You totally do,” she laughed, then looked down, tone softening. “And… I think I really like you. Not in a ‘you’re pretty’ way. But in a ‘you make everything feel a little better’ way. Even when you glare at me. Or insult my socks. Or pretend you hate me.”

You opened your mouth.

Closed it.

Then opened it again.

“I don’t think I’m falling for you,” you said.

Minjeong’s face faltered for a split second.

“I know I am,” you finished, and her eyes snapped back to yours.

“I’ve just been trying to be sure,” you admitted. “Because I thought maybe I was just getting used to you. Or that you were just really persistent and weird and eventually I’d start tolerating you.”

Minjeong snorted. “Romantic.”

“But then you… remembered my favorite snacks. And gave me your jacket without asking. And showed up with popcorn after my date. And you’re so nice and soft and confusing—”

“I’m confusing?”

“Yes,” you said, a little breathless now. “Because I spent so long being annoyed by you and now I kind of want to kiss you.”

Minjeong blinked.

Then: “That’s really good timing.”

“Why?”

“Because I kind of want to kiss you too.”

You stared.

She smiled, all dimples and shy hope.

You leaned forward without really thinking eyes slipping closed, lips brushing hers in the softest, most hesitant way.

It wasn’t fireworks.

It was better.

It was quiet and warm and slow. Like falling asleep next to someone you trust. Like laughing into someone’s shoulder. Like a promise with no words.

When you pulled away, she looked dazed.

“You’re good at that,” she murmured.

“I learned from watching movies,” you said.

She laughed, and the sound was bright enough to chase the morning chill away.

“Come on,” she said, brushing grass from your elbow. “You’re not done learning.”

“Thought we were having a moment.”

“Oh, we were. But now you have to actually ride the thing.”

You groaned.

Minjeong stood, offering you a hand.

You took it.

And for the rest of the morning, she didn’t let go.

It all started when you needed to borrow Minjeong’s phone.

Your own had decided to die a dramatic death in the middle of texting your sister. screen frozen, battery dead, everything unresponsive no matter how many times you pressed the power button like that would somehow revive it. So naturally, you stomped your way into Minjeong’s apartment to complain and steal her charger.

“You can use my phone if you need to text someone,” she offered sweetly, holding it out to you. “Just don’t open the ‘Photos’ app.”

“…Why?”

“No reason.”

That should’ve been your first red flag.

But you were distracted, so you just rolled your eyes and took the phone. Except the second you tapped the home button to unlock it, your entire soul left your body.

There, in all its poorly lit, mid-rant glory, was a photo of you.

Mouth open. Hands flailing. Eyebrows furrowed like you were giving a TED Talk about why pineapple on pizza was a war crime. You recognized the hoodie you were wearing, it was a night you stayed over a few weeks ago after Minjeong begged for “one movie and snacks,” which had turned into four movies, no snacks, and a heated argument about cereal brands.

“WHAT IS THIS.”

Minjeong, sipping from her juice box (of course), blinked innocently. “My lock screen.”

“WHY?”

“I like to be reminded of your passion.”

You stared at her. She looked pleased.

“This is the ugliest picture I’ve ever seen of myself,” you said, voice strangled.

Minjeong peered over. “Really? I think it’s cute.”

“Minjeong.”

“Like, look at how intense you are. It’s giving presidential campaign speech.”

“Minjeong.”

“You were yelling about how cereal is a capitalist scam, and I was moved.”

You covered your face with your hands.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

“You can’t. You haven’t even officially said we’re dating yet.”

You peeked through your fingers. “…Are we not?”

Minjeong tilted her head. “I mean, I think we are. You kissed me and then made me pancakes.”

“…So we’re dating.”

“Yeah.”

You sighed. “Then I am breaking up with you.”

She stood up and pried your hands off your face gently, holding them in hers. “You wouldn’t.”

“I have dignity.”

“You have a very expressive forehead and zero filter when you’re passionate about breakfast food.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re the worst.”

“You’re the prettiest ranting disaster I’ve ever seen.”

You tugged your hands away and turned to the couch with a groan, flopping face-down into a pillow. “I hate you.”

Minjeong sat next to you, patting your back. “No you don’t.”

“Give me your phone.”

“No.”

“I want to delete the evidence!”

“I’ve already backed it up to the cloud.”

You lifted your head and glared. “You’re sick.”

She looked proud. “You’re dating a sick woman. Congratulations.”

You threw a pillow at her. She caught it with a grin.

Later that evening, you were curled up on her couch with one of her hoodies draped over you, scrolling mindlessly through your now-charged phone.

Minjeong was in the kitchen, humming some song that didn’t match the beat while microwaving popcorn. You heard her muttering under her breath, something about “extra butter is the only way to live” and “if she judges me again I’ll just kiss her quiet.”

You pretended not to hear the last part.

When she came back, she tossed a piece of popcorn into your mouth like she was feeding a zoo animal.

“Caught it,” you said triumphantly.

“You’re amazing.”

“At eating.”

“At everything.”

You raised a brow. “Smooth.”

“Thank you. I practice in the mirror.”

You snorted, taking the bowl and shifting so your legs were stretched over her lap. “You’re lucky I like you.”

Minjeong leaned back with a smug smile. “I am very lucky.”

There was a moment of quiet, the kind that always settled between you when things felt soft and good and easy. You hated how natural it felt, hated how your heart skipped a beat when she reached over to tuck your hair behind your ear, like she’d done it a million times.

“You really like that picture?” you asked quietly, half-teasing, half-curious”

Minjeong nodded. “I love it.”

“But it’s hideous.”

“Exactly. You’re not trying. You’re just being you. Loud. Dramatic. Nerdy. Unfiltered. It’s my favorite version of you.”

You stared at her.

“I mean—” she coughed. “I have, like, normal ones too. Cute selfies. Stuff from when you were sleeping.”

“You take pictures of me sleeping?!”

“Occasionally. It’s romantic.”

“That’s criminal.”

“I’m in love. That’s a defense.”

You paused.

She did too.

Neither of you moved for a second.

You looked at her. “You said you’re in love.”

“I meant it.”

You sat up a little, the popcorn bowl sliding off your lap.

“I haven’t said that yet,” you whispered.

Minjeong just smiled, like she wasn’t expecting anything, like she was already full just being near you.

You touched her cheek, just a light brush.

“I’m getting there,” you said softly. “I think… I’m really close.”

Minjeong leaned in, pressing your foreheads together.

“I can wait.”

Jisoo had texted you the most casual invite in the world.

come over. bored. bring your beautiful face and your opinions on whether cereal is soup.

You read it while Minjeong was brushing her hair on your bed.

“They want to argue about food definitions,” you told her, phone still in hand.

“Sounds like my kind of night,” she said, tossing her brush aside.

“You’re not invited.”

Minjeong blinked at you. “Excuse me?”

“It’s best friend bonding time. I’m going alone.”

“But I’ve already bonded with them. I’m Jisoo’s soulmate. Nari said she wants me in her will.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“I don’t make sense, and yet here you are. In love with me.”

You groaned into your hands. “Fine. Get in the damn car before I change my mind.”

Minjeong fist-pumped on her way to the door.

You didn’t warn Jisoo.

Honestly, you forgot.

The ride was full of Minjeong telling the Uber driver you were mad at her because she stole your last grape (you weren’t even mad), and by the time you rang Jisoo’s doorbell, you were distracted and half-annoyed and definitely not prepared for what was about to happen.

Jisoo opened the door, eyes lit up like usual then froze.

“Uh,” she said, blinking between the two of you. “Why is she here?”

Minjeong smiled innocently. “Surprise.”

“Why are you standing so close to her?”

You blinked. “Because we’re dating.”

Jisoo made a noise like a dying bird.

“YOU’RE WHAT?”

Minjeong stepped inside casually, brushing past her. “Don’t worry, she’s still grumpy and mean. But now she kisses me.”

You nearly tripped. “Minjeong!”

“What,” she said sweetly. “Too soon?”

Jisoo turned to you, eyes wide. “You brought your girlfriend to hang out like that’s normal?”

“It is normal!”

“No. Normal would’ve been you telling me you were dating the hallway menace.”

“She’s not—ugh.” You stepped inside too, glaring. “She’s not a menace anymore.”

“I’m reformed,” Minjeong added helpfully. “Ask your game night snacks. I only stole three last time.”

“You’re dating her,” Jisoo repeated, still stunned.

“Is that a problem?” Minjeong asked, and she tilted her head in that way that made her look way too innocent for someone who used to throw midnight parties like it was her life’s purpose.

Jisoo held up both hands. “No! No problem. Just—wow.”

Minjeong beamed.

“She’s literally glowing,” Jisoo muttered to you. “She looks like she won a bet.”

“She probably did,” you said under your breath.

Nari arrived twenty minutes later, holding bubble tea and absolutely not prepared.

“Hey, losers,” she greeted. “I brought—wait. Why is Minjeong here?”

You sighed. “Okay, we’re doing this again.”

“We’re dating now,” Minjeong said proudly.

Nari blinked. “Wait, for real?”

“Yes,” you said.

Nari looked at Jisoo, who nodded solemnly.

Nari looked back at you.

Then she burst out laughing.

“Oh my god,” she wheezed. “I knew it. I knew there was sexual tension during game night.”

“There was not,” you deadpanned.

“There was so much,” Minjeong said at the exact same time.

Jisoo groaned. “You could’ve told us!”

You folded your arms. “You guys liked her too much. I was scared you’d betray me.”

Minjeong gasped. “Betrayal? Me?”

“You’re so dramatic,” Nari said, sitting down next to her like they were already co-conspirators.

“She kissed me first, you know,” Minjeong added, leaning back smugly.

You threw a pillow at her.

It didn’t take long before everything slipped into its usual chaos.

Minjeong had claimed your seat like it was hers, Jisoo had grilled her on her most “annoying girlfriend habits” (there were many), and Nari had pulled out her Notes app like she was taking psychological data.

“And you knew you liked her when?” Nari asked.

“I didn’t know,” you said. “She was just…there. All the time. Loud. Smiling. Feeding me.”

“So you fell in love with her snacks.”

“No,” you muttered. “With her.”

The room went quiet for a beat.

Minjeong turned her head slowly, watching you like she hadn’t expected you to say that in front of anyone.

You didn’t meet her eyes.

Instead, you kicked her foot under the table and mumbled, “Don’t let it go to your head.”

She smiled so wide it almost hurt to look at.

“I won’t,” she whispered. “But thank you for saying it.”

Nari clutched her chest. “I’m going to cry. Who let you guys be real?”

Jisoo blinked. “Wait, is this why she’s been nicer lately? You’re soft now?”

“I am not soft.”

“You just said you fell in love with her.”

“Shut up.”

Minjeong rested her chin on your shoulder, smug and glowing and warm against your side.

“Wanna tell them how you said you *might* be falling for me when you were drunk and tried to enter your apartment with a grocery store receipt?”

“Minjeong.”

“Or how you asked if I smelled like marshmallows.”

You groaned into your hands.

Nari and Jisoo just laughed.

Later that night, after way too many snacks and way too much teasing, Jisoo pulled you aside while Minjeong was helping Nari clean up the table.

“She really makes you happy, huh?” she said softly.

You blinked at her.

“…Yeah,” you said eventually. “She does.”

Jisoo smiled. “You better tell her that properly someday.”

“I’m working on it.”

“She’s already head over heels, you know.”

You nodded. “I know.”

“And you?”

You glanced over at Minjeong, who was trying (and failing) to stack cups and accidentally knocked one onto the floor.

She looked up, met your eyes, and grinned like an idiot.

“…Yeah,” you said. “Me too.”

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My SDV Headcannons

I've decided to create a whole list of SFW headcannons for each bachelor and bachelorette. I do have some NSFW ones, but will NOT be sharing them here. Hope you all enjoy and that my favorites aren't too obvious 🫣

Sam:

- 23 or 24 at the oldest

- I think he's tall, nearing 6’0” if not there

- has a lot of ear piercings, maybe gauges

- has a tongue piercing

- probably has a lip ring or two idk I think he'd look good with snake bites but idk if he would actually have that or not. Ik Jodi would hate it lmao

- has a scar through his eyebrow and in other places on his body from skateboarding accidents

- is also always covered in scrapes and bruises for similar reasons

- loves animals, especially dogs

- very golden retriever coded and is blatantly clingy

- very outgoing and was probably the class clown type in high school

- loves rock and metal music, especially 90s grunge and punk

- definitely has a battle vest/jacket

- can only grow a bit of stubble on his chin that he stubbornly keeps

- is very muscular since he is so athletic

- can play the drums as well as guitar

- is always tanned bc he goes outside a lot

- probably would be a good dad bc he spends a lot of time with his little brother and seems very protective of him

- can befriend almost anyone

- has some silly tattoos

- likes the song writing process the most about music

- used to play acoustic guitar bc his dad taught him how. He rarely plays acoustic anymore, but will if you ask him to

- is very close with Vincent despite the age gap and enjoys being around children

- has ADHD

- his favorite season is summer bc that meant no school as a kid and just never stopped loving it

- very clingy and loves physical contact

- wears several rings

- lets Abigail paint his nails bright colors and begs her to redo them when they're gone. Red, green, and blue are his favorite colors but he doesn't have a preference

- develops crushes easily

- never got great grades in school

- has done illegal things like trespassing, speed racing, graffiti, lighting things on fire, etc

- he and Sebastian naturally were friends since shortly after they met

- would run a meme account on Instagram or something

- has freckles all over

- amazing singer, I imagine he has a voice similar to Noah Sebastian from Bad Omens (ik that's a common HC but whatever) and I imagine his band making similar music

- tried to teach Seb to skateboard and it didn't go well at all

- would write love songs and poems about his partner

- mischievous 25/8, I like to think in middle school he used to watch a ton of prank channels and would recreate the pranks much to everyone's annoyance

- just a silly guy, he will always keep his whimsy

- sk8r boi to his core

- I feel like he learned how to play a lot of meme-y or annoying songs on guitar just to be obnoxious bc he thinks it's funny

- I think once he moves out he'd do a lot of growing up but that doesn't mean he wouldn't be silly and kind of a rebel sometimes

- I feel like he's really into punk fashion and bands

- probably likes Nirvana, Blink-182 and Green Day a lot, I imagine he's into a lot of 90s music, probably 80s too, I can see him being really into Led Zeppelin and other hair bands and stuff

- would probably listen to any kind of rock or metal tbh. I think he probably chooses the music when the trio hang out together. Like maybe he has a playlist he made with all of the music they like on it and he likes to update it regularly to make sure there's something on it for everyone

- would ask if you'd still love him if he was a worm

- he probably liked dinosaurs as a kid but more in a "I want them to eat each other and destroy my toy cars and little cities like godzilla" kinda way than "I can name every dinosaur from the jurassic period and know random facts about all of them" way, which I image is more the kind of kid Seb was

- he writes most of their band's songs, but Seb and Abby like to contribute to lyrics and melodies sometimes

Sebastian:

- 25 or 26

- short king and is only like 5'7" or 5'8"

- has tattoos on his torso and arms, some of them he did himself as I imagine he probably has done some stick n pokes

- has an eyebrow piercing, multiple ear piercings, nose ring, and maybe a lip ring idk

- got Sam into modern rock and metal music when they were younger

- gave Sam and Abigail some of their piercings and did some of his own ear piercings

- taught himself programming and probably was a bit of a hacker too (maybe even got a degree but nobody remembers)

- became besties with Sam when they were kids (ik Sam grew up in the city, just let me have them as smalls playing together okay 😭)

- has a soft spot for all animals not just frogs

- originally learned to play the piano, Robin taught him how

- has never been in a relationship but I feel like maybe he's been kissed and had his first time at some point. He's awkward and kinda a loser (lovingly) but I imagine he's not entirely oblivious at the very least

- has a dry sense of humor + is super sarcastic. I feel like he might be really witty and pop off with something sometimes. Probably also likes to tease people a bit

- wears contact lenses, used to have giant nerdy glasses as a kid

- doesn't get cold bc he's used to the cold in the basement

- I am a doc martens/boots wearer Sebastian truther but I imagine he also wears converse type sneakers a lot too, especially in the warmer months since boots get too hot

- Maru's room used to be his

- loves horror, sci-fi and fantasy mainly but I feel like he secretly likes romance a tiny bit and he watched cheesy romance films with his mom growing up. He will NEVER admit to it though

- I feel like if he just learned how to cook he'd be good at it

- dislikes pda, seeing it and participating in it

- would show up at your house in the middle of the night to take you on a nighttime motorcycle ride under the stars

- will quit smoking if his partner dislikes it, even before marriage. I think he'd be really eager to please his partner in any way he can, and that would include quitting smoking

- he picked up smoking just to piss off his step-dad/maybe a little bit for attention too

- paints his nails black with markers when he's bored (unless Abigail does them)

- wears frog print socks secretly. I feel like he also has froggy pajamas. Or maybe the farmer bought them for him idk

- is actually really strong despite being pretty skinny. He has some faint abs maybe (if you squint really hard, trust), he probably got them after meeting his partner though bc he wanted to help out. Has toned arms from his mechanic work, but that's it tbh bro is a twig

- bought his motorcycle by himself and Robin hates it. She worries about him every time he goes out on it. She even pitched in to buy some of his gear because she wanted him to be as safe as possible

- wears eyeliner sometimes

- is touch-starved

- falls in love hard and fast

- wears a few rings on a nearly daily basis

- can also play electric guitar, Sam taught him how to at some point, although he claims he isn't very good if you ask

- can sing really well, he just never does bc he gets shy. I think he'd have a really sweet voice though and I imagine he sounds like Ricky from MIW

- writes songs sometimes but is shy about claiming them as they're often personal

- introverted as fuck, his social battery dies very fast and it wears him out

- is secretly skilled in the mines I think, especially given what gifts he can give you as your spouse and his dialogue about the rock crab in the mines

- very great mechanic and fixes stuff around the house without anyone noticing

- his closet is mostly black with hints of gray, red and white thrown in

- probably listens to MCR tbh and had a phase where he was obsessed with them in like middle school or something

- I think any rock and metal music with really emo or angsty lyrics would be his thing. Probably like metalcore too. Bad Omens, MIW, BMTH, shit like that, but he'd like and respect the greats as well, especially since he'd be listening to music with Sam a lot. I'm really into Ghost rn and I feel like he'd like them too idk

- ties his hair up when working sometimes

- smokes pot occasionally with Sam

- he's naturally pretty bc I said so

- smells like spicy cologne, something woodsy, motor oil, rain and faintly of cigarette smoke (he's careful to smoke outside only bc Robin hates it) (maybe smells a little like weed sometimes too)

- is the most mature of the A.S.S. trio

- highly intelligent, especially emotionally, he just isn't really known for it

- once he moves out he and Maru spend time together and end up making up and starting to have a healthy relationship until they eventually become besties. I imagine that they mainly bond over sci-fi movies and novels or comics

- he and Robin used to be really close

- knows how to dress wounds really well bc he used to do it for himself and Sam when they'd get into trouble as kids

- is an indoor person now, but used to go outside a lot as a kid to catch frogs

- definitely has his own D&D campaign, I don't make the rules

- I feel like if the poor man saw the sun he'd have some freckles on his nose

- has some cute moles on his body I just know it

- would go to war for his friends tbh

- definitely has doxxed someone

- actually incredibly sweet???

Elliott:

- 29

- i feel like he's like a solid 5'10"

- actually thinks he's Mr. Darcy

- ties his hair back with a ribbon sometimes and it's so pretty

- is the type to hang out in bookstores and coffee shops all day just writing

- was a theater kid

- definitely came from a rich family but is humble about it, maybe he got disowned or kicked out or something

- went to private school

- has a degree in language arts

- used to tutor his classmates for money

- is besties with Leah

- Willy reminds him of his grandfather who loved to fish

- very into nature conservation, especially the ocean, things he learned from his grandpa. He likes to talk to Willy and Leah about this sometimes

- he'd actually donate some of his writing income to some kind of nature protection organization if he ever made it big and got rich

- he's very dramatic in everything he does

- loves plants, please be prepared to have a whole house full (or if you had a sunroom, that would be filled up)

- wears satin pajama sets

- has a whole skin and hair care routine

- goes to spas and salons

- probably takes better care of himself than any of the other bachelors do tbh

- I feel like he's a beer drinker in public but drinks wine a lot in private

- writes poetry about his lovers and it's really deep and romantic stuff, Shakespeare would be impressed

- he'd 100% take rose petal baths

- actually uses good conditioner, shampoo, and body wash, homie takes care of himself, none of that 3-in-1 shit

- became a writer after falling in love with classic literature and Shakespeare

- would write plays for his high school

- very melancholy bc his rich family disinherited him, disapproving of his career choice

- likes to feel pretty

- I feel like he, Haley and Emily get together to swap fashion, hair and skincare tips sometimes

- would keep a fish tank (the man has a crab friend in his jacket pocket, like????)

- so fucking romantic, this man will remember every anniversary and make it better than the last

- heart is too big, I fear

- lives in a romance piece 24/7 and thinks he's the main character

- loves to go on long walks

- loves playing with and doing hair

- likes to hum classical music when he's deep in thought, it reminds him of when he was a kid

- very good piano player

- keeps a little notebook and pen in his pockets in case inspiration strikes wherever he might be

- probably collects fountain pens and other fine writing tools, or at least greatly appreciates them

- thinks he was born in the wrong era sometimes

- reads a lot in his spare time when he isn't fishing

- collects anything he finds pretty, kinda like a magpie

- probably owns some first edition books

- I bet he was kinda a nerd in school, like very theater kid, orchestra kid, reads a lot, valedictorian type of guy. Spent so much time studying and pursuing his passions that it made him feel a little awkward when trying to make friends

- Leah has definitely made him some book covers before

- Likes to cook, especially seafood

- has studied abroad at some point and made whatever European country he went to his entire personality for a couple weeks after coming back

- a good listener

- I feel like he likes to decorate a little bit

- goes through coffee almost as much as Sebastian and Harvey on the nights when inspiration hits so hard he can't sleep until he's gotten everything down on paper

- would let his partner do his makeup, nails, and hair if they asked, would even make a whole thing of it and maybe even do theirs

- I don't feel like he actually owns a lot of super casual clothes and mostly likes to dress to impress so to speak as he greatly believes in first impressions

Shane:

- 30, maybe 32, definitely in his early 30s though, he's too jaded to be in his 20s imo

- 5'9"

- I'm so sorry but he uses 3-in-1

- used to be a gridball player until an injury in high school. He was on track for a scholarship too

- dropped out of college bc he felt it wasn't worth it anymore

- is actually friends with Sam, he enjoys his company at JojaMart but will never admit to it

- he and Jas have tea parties

- Jas paints his nails sometimes

- when he gets married he takes Jas with him bc she is literally his daughter???

- weak af to persistent people and likes them despite acting like he doesn't

- bro just needs a hug, okay??????

- actually feel like he gives the best hugs tbh

- probably smells like damp hay and alcohol. However, at the same time I feel like he's the type of guy to use way too much axe body spray so idk there

- can grow a beard, I feel

- dad bod but he was always a stocky guy even at his peak athleticism

- would wear his clothes until they fall apart, he really doesn't care

- doesn't know wtf self care is

- help him plz

- is secretly a huge softie, you just have to get past the rough exterior

- would be super supportive as a friend or partner

- gets hungover all the time so he is a master at effective remedies and literally keeps ibuprofen in his pockets

- eyebags for days bc I don't think bro actually sleeps

- he would honestly be such a relatable coworker idk

- would get a midnight snack

- I feel like he listens to the Beatles and other oldies idk. Maybe like 80s and 90s rock/grunge bands too and a little bit of metal just to get the aggression out. I feel like he probably really likes Metallica, Slipknot, System of a Down, Disturbed, Five Finger Death Punch, Arch Enemy, Bullet For My Valentine, In This Moment, and Lorna Shore. This could be something he and Sam bond over and Sam starts showing him more bands. He also definitely listens to divorced dad music too

- gamer boy and good at it. Sam asks him for advice on games all the time

- would be a streamer, probably doing gaming or something with the chickens

- vents to his chicken Charlie

- follows Sam's meme account and just doesn't know it's Sam's

- I feel like he watches comedies and sitcoms to numb the pain but he probably is more of an action fan and I can see him watching crime shows or like superhero stuff and being REALLY into it

- feel like he had a vintage superhero comic collection at some point

- probably has at least one embarrassing tattoo he got while drunk

- his favorite pet name to call people is doll, darling, or sweetheart and I feel like he kinda just calls everyone that

- buys whatever is cheapest whenever he has to buy clothes and doesn't care too much about what it is so long as it seems relatively durable and is comfortable

- if he got his shit together I imagine he might collect vinyls and be a bit of a sneakerhead tbh

- wears a friendship bracelet Jas made him

Alex:

- 22

- probably 5'10" or 5'11"

- he and Haley are besties

- would spot you in the gym if you asked and give you pointers

- actually so friendly???

- hate to tell you this but he uses 3-in-1 (Haley is trying to fix that)

- always wanted a younger sibling so he's very fond of Jas and Vincent

- gives Jas and Vincent ice cream in the summer when Penny isn't looking

- actually very emotional but that isn't masculine and he kind of subscribes to toxic masculinity but he's working on it

- his grandparents dote on him like crazy, even George

- was a mama's boy fr

- i think he genuinely likes exercising not just bc he's naturally athletic and like gridball. I imagine other sports are fair game to him too

- himbo

- he's just a silly guy

- I like to think his mom made him eggs all the time bc she wasn't a very good cook and that's why he likes them so much

- actually a huge gossip

- flirty as hell and will flirt with anything that moves

- watches way too much sports on TV

- dyslexic af

- very muscular and cares a lot about his body and health

- competitive as hell in everything

- would have an in home gym and help his partner with any manual labor

- teen flick jock cliche

- really wants a muscle car someday

- is kinda a show off but we still love him for it

- sneakerhead fr he's got a huge collection i fear

- wears brand name clothes

- goes through way too much hair gel tbh like boi give ur hair a rest plz

- only let's Haley paint his nails clear </3

- has sleepovers with Haley

- this mfer is NOT good at cooking he eats like those gym bros u see online eating plain rice and chicken

- I feel like he really liked flying kites as a kid and idk why

Harvey:

- 35, but that might be bc of the old man hobbies </3

- TALL, like over 6'0", probably at least 6'2"

- very awkward and introverted, my poor man

- workaholic but he has to be

- please take a rest good sir

- wishes he could grow a beard but it's patchy af so he just shaves it off and keeps his mustache

- I feel like he's divorced or like got left at the altar or some shit and it took a huge hit on his confidence. Maybe a long term relationship went really poorly? Like he wasn't there much bc of med school and long hours and such and so he was cheated on or broken up with after a long term relationship that he thought was going well

- used to work in a big hospital in the city but the shifts and internal politics took a toll on him so he moved to Pelican Town to open his own small practice

- used to wear contacts but stopped buying them bc he couldn't wear them through long shifts at the hospital in the city, they hurt his eyes too much bc they got so dry

- he was definitely very studious and probably also played an instrument

- still talks to his parents on the phone regularly and they often ask if he's dating anyone and when he's gonna get married

- definitely a family man and loves children bc he doesn't feel as awkward with them

- gets take out all the time even though he'd like to eat healthy

- I think he and Elliott would actually get along really well

- please take a vacation

- is running on 3 hours of sleep, take out, coffee, and a shot of five hour energy

- probably spends a lot of time on his mustache and making sure it's well groomed

- tbh he'd just be a well groomed guy in general

- i feel like he's very averagely built, maybe got a little bit of a tummy

- calm energy

- likes to take care of others but please someone take care of him, he needs it

- doctor mode 24/7, he never really actually takes a break

- prioritizes everyone else's needs over his own

- recovering people pleaser

- listens to audio books sometimes

- owns a mustache comb

- is incredibly tidy and neat (except for his office which I feel is always littered with paper work)

- owns one of those flight simulator games

- also has a collection of model planes, some of them can actually fly remotely

- would be into drones I think

- not very good with technology

Abigail:

- 22

- tiny, only like 5'1"

- plays with ouija boards 4 fun????

- has definitely made a house haunted b4 bc of that ^

- has a tattoo of a sword on her forearm

- has multiple ear piercings as well as a septum, Medusa and a bellybutton ring

- feeds stray cats all the time

- is very into mythology and learning about monsters, I feel like she has a collection of books on them

- secretly trains with a sword

- collects crystals despite the fact she eats them </3

- wants to move to the city away from her overbearing parents with Sam and Seb

- is learning to play bass guitar :)

- knows how to play flute bc that's the instrument she played in high school

- befriended Sam and Sebastian in middle school but didn't hang out with them much until high school

- alternates dyeing her hair purple, blue and forest green but always comes back to purple since it's her favorite

- has a tattoo behind her ear of a monster

- Emily gave her an undercut that you can only see when she puts her hair up

- she likes to do tarot readings with Emily sometimes

- probably has had a crush on Haley at some point idk

- loves the fall, it's her favorite season

- is actually curvy bc I want her to be

- is the one that suggested and started the sleepover tradition in Sebastian's room

- paints Seb and Sam's nails

- has a dark sense of humor and some people just don't get it

- loves action, fantasy and horror

- is Wizard's daughter, I just know it. I know some people argue about it but just makes sense!!! How else could she eat rocks????

- feels bad for the monsters she kills when she does go into the mines and I feel like she does funeral rites, prayers, or something kind of ritual to pay her respects for them

- I feel like she's really into witchy stuff and should be friends with Emily bc of it

- stomach of steel bc wdym she eats crystals?????

- I feel like she and Sam can eat two whole pizzas each in one sitting. Each.

- I think she'd like goth bands, I can see her listening to a lot of them, but she'd probably listen to other rock and metal bands too just bc of Sam and Seb

- definitely had an Edgar Allen Poe phase

- so adorable????? (Your honor I love her)

- probably has nice arms from drumming and wielding a sword tbh we stan stronk women

- I think she'd like the band Ghost and would get Sam and Seb into them

- her singing voice sounds something like Lzzy Hale's voice from Halestorm. Strong but still pretty and feminine with a bit of rasp to it. Or maybe like Joan Jett? Something like that

- probably had a manic pixie dream girl phase

- at her maximum chaotic when she's with Sam and definitely joins in on some of his pranks

- likes to “borrow” Sebastian's games

- bickers with Sam as though they are siblings (bc they basically are)

- horror films are her favorite, anything spooky, gloomy, or action packed is up her alley too, though. She'd be a huge Tim Burton fan, I think

- super into Gothic fashion and makeup, I think she'd be a trad goth if she was able to

- I feel like Seb got her into anime and manga and she got really into isekai at some point

- DIYs her clothes sometimes

- secretly is super into cute things and has a little collection

- ultimate wing woman

- teasing master tbh

- competitive when it comes to gaming

- likes to go exploring

- liked to make “potions” as a kid and ykw if she really is Wizard's kid then maybe some of them worked....

- naturally kinda loud, especially when she gets passionate about something, good or bad, and tends to yell when she's excited about something without realizing it

- would go into the mines with the farmer

- likes to help her mom tend to her plants in their greenhouse

- will hang out at Joja Mart during Sam’s shifts sometimes and annoy him/distract him

- has a collection of ridiculous photos and videos of Sam's failed attempts at various tricks on his skateboard and likes to randomly send them to him

- can play pool, Sam and Seb taught her

Emily:

- 26

- 5'7", she looks like she's built like a model, tall, thin, and with long limbs

- dreams of becoming a fashion designer in Zuzu City someday and has an extensive portfolio

- her and her younger sister Haley moved to Pelican Town after their parents decided to move to another country bc it got too expensive in the city with just the two of them

- I pair her with Sandy, I'm convinced they need to be together please do not separate

- so friendly so people (Clint) take it the wrong way

- dyes her hair

- an astrology girlie

- does tarot with Abby

- has a dream journal she's been recording her dreams in since she was 10

- collects crystals for their healing properties and power

- was a party girl in the city

- low key the town barber/hairdresser

- I feel like indie music is more her thing, especially deep underground artists, but I think she'd also listen to anything popular as well. Maybe likes 60s and 70s as well, I can see that. Idk tho she's kinda a wild card, for all I know she could be listening to metal with Shane

- has definitely done shrooms and other hallucinogens, like I said she was a party girl

- I feel like she has a high alcohol tolerance and could drink a lot of people under the table and it always surprises them especially given she's tall and thin so there's not much to her

- vegan and probably attends protests and rallies for veganism but isn't annoying about it or anything, just passionate about what she believes in

- has traveled a bit and likes to try new things

- probably had/has a vlog channel on YouTube or maybe would do something similar on TikTok

- she sometimes makes clothes for Haley

- is a great drink mixer and she prefers cocktails over beer. Given her party girl energy, I think she'd still do tequila shots though

- is very dedicated to her Instagram and it is very artsy

- I feel like she likes crafty stuff in general

- cuts her own hair and has had many different styles over the years

- gives everyone fashion tips and is not a gatekeeper

- girls girl fr

- would be that girl you meet in the bathroom while drunk at a bar and become friends with her instantly

- if you're close she'd make clothes for you :)

- was on the dance team in school

- actually has a college degree in fashion merchandising and design

- I feel like she wears a lot of vintage style clothes like 60s, 70s, and 80s mostly and would totally go thrifting a lot and know all of the best places and times to go

Haley:

- 21

- only 5'3", she didn't get the tall genes

- bc she used to live in the city she grew accustomed to that lifestyle and had a hard time adjusting in Pelican Town. I imagine her photography was probably a huge source of comfort for her during that time

- Emily makes her clothes sometimes, and she acts like it's annoying but she actually super appreciates it especially since there isn't really anywhere to shop for clothes in person there

- has tried sun-in in her hair before she realized how bad it was for it

- surfer girl fr

- took a photography course in school and wants to be a nature photographer or maybe a fashion photographer

- I feel like she gets her hair done every 6 months on the dot and Emily does it for her

- kind of babygirl coded idk

- I feel like she'd take jobs as a photographer for engagements and weddings in the city

- I think she and Leah would get along since they're both artsy. Maybe even Elliott too

- ykw fuck it, she, Emily, Leah, Elliott and Alex have sleepovers sometimes and they also set up a little fair in the town square for the kids with Penny to educate them about the arts and Alex would be general support for them but might even do fun games and activities with the kids too

- definitely a pop girlie but I think she'd secretly listen to a bit of the oldies with Emily. Likes all the typical artists you'd expect like Taylor Swift, Lady Gaga, Rihanna, Chappel Roan, Shawn Mendes, Sabrina Carpenter, Britney Spears, Beyonce, One Direction, etc. But I also imagine she's into some 80s and 90s stuff too like Destiny's Child, Spice Girls, Michael Jackson, Prince, David Bowie, NSYNC, Backstreet Boys, etc.

- would have a tiktok and do a lot of the trends. Probably does a lot of get ready with mes and story times too

- has the most aesthetic Instagram you've ever seen and posts all of her photos on it

- has the most followers in Pelican Town

- secretly likes to model Emily's clothes for her

- wanted a pony as a child

- probably collects fashion dolls but doesn't let anyone know about it bc she thinks others will think it's lame (even though it's actually really cool)

- intense skincare routine

- would be into doing a full face of makeup all the time and she's amazing at makeup

- I think she loves giving makeovers idk

- fantastic nail artist, I feel like she does nails for anyone that wants them done

- she and Alex always somehow know all of the gossip and are constantly have little tea spilling sessions

Penny:

- 20

- 5'5"

- tries her best to be sociable. I imagine she really likes people she's just a bit more quiet and so she comes off as being really shy

- she is interested in history, poetry and literature and wants to become a teacher one day so she is tutoring until she saves up enough to go to college

- book club with Maru and sometimes Leah and Elliott joins

- loves children so much, I imagine she really wants to be a mother

- I feel like she likes to bake and cook even though she sucks at it (but over time she does improve!!!!)

- probably the straightest bachelor/ette at first glance, but I kinda ship her with Maru tbh so…yk

- trad wife tbh

- she'd bake you bread and cookies all the time if u were her friend

- I feel like she reads classic literature a lot and might actually get along well with Elliott

- likes to take care of people in general honestly and is a HUGE people pleaser

- kinda vanilla tbh, I think she's just really sheltered and idealized the "perfect" traditional family since she never got that for herself so much tho so it comes off that way

- loves nature, cares a lot about plants and animals. Goes on walks a lot

- likes to spend time making lesson plans for Jas and Vincent (and later Leo)

- knows Alex is giving Jas and Vincent candies and ice cream but pretends not to notice bc she thinks it's sweet he likes them so much

- Only paired with Sam bc he's kind of childish and she clearly likes to take care of people. I think Maru (or even Harvey?) would be a much better pairing for her

- probably likes stuff like Celine Dion and Whitney Houston. Maybe even Taylor Swift. Ykw if anyone was gonna listen to country out of the bachelor/ettes it would be her. I think she also likes to listen to movie scores as well tho and needs calm background music while she's working

- she'd have a dislike for Sebastian and Shane simply bc they don't look at the world the same way she does. I don't think she gets along well with pessimistic people at all. Haley and her probably also don't like each other much

- is jealous of Maru for having a good relationship with her parents and spends a lot of time at her house

- likes to use community resources with the kids a lot (library, museum, park, community center, etc)

- health conscious, I imagine she actually takes a lot of care of herself in that regard

- wears very stereotypically feminine attire. I feel like she might also be really into 50s styles and silhouettes but might even like some of the more preppy 90s looks too

- probably likes old classic Hollywood a lot, I feel like The Wizard of Oz was her favorite movie as a kid. Nowadays she probably has a Marilyn Monroe or Audrey Hepburn movie as her favorite. For some reason I'm feeling Gentlemen Prefer Blondes or maybe My Fair Lady

- likes old romance films, but I don't think she reads much romance

- reads mainly poetry, classics, history and teaching handbooks and guides, but since she does book club with Maru, I imagine she's read her fair share of scientific works and sci-fi novels

- always wanted to learn to play an instrument but never really got the opportunity to do so

- likes to crochet or knit

- collects stuffed animals, even though she's worried that its childish

- likes going to festivals and carnivals

- I feel like she's pretty religious

- won't knowingly consume alcohol bc of her mom but when she does she is very much so a lightweight. One drink and it's game over. Also feel like she's a very flirty drunk, or and overly honest one

- her father cheated on her mom and they divorced/he left them for his other family and now she distrusts people (especially men)

- loves botany and is also super into Victorian flower language

- wears Mary Janes and ballet flats the most

- early riser and a morning person

- technology doesn't really get along well with her but that's okay since she doesn't use it all that much

- really enjoys being outside, especially in the spring and summer

- watches a lot of documentaries and reality TV shows. Feel like she's also super into musicals

Leah:

- 24

- 5'5"

- makes book covers for Elliott occasionally

- sculpture is her favorite art medium and she finds herself inspired by the greats

- I feel like she's a Monet fan tbh

- very close with Haley, Elliott, and Robin

- she spends a lot of time outside finding inspiration from nature and is especially fond of the ocean. She probably goes on fishing day trips with Elliott and will just paint or draw most of the time

- likes to cook and is very good at it. Girl can make something from nothing like magic

- doesn't have a favorite specific film genre, I think she just likes to admire the cinematography tbh

- has a dark room she lets Haley use whenever she wants

- does arts and crafts projects with the kids for Penny sometimes

- likes nature and plants

- I feel like she's actually hilarious and would be such a fun friend to be around

- holds her liquor well, she could probably drink everyone in town under the table tbh

- she's probably traveled to every great city for art and visited many museums to see the originals up close

- caught Sam doing graffiti once but it was so good she pretended she didn't see

- a girls girl fr

- very strong, I think she'd actually be a pretty muscular lady

- freckles all over

- outside is her favorite place to be and I imagine that she really likes the summer

- loves to hike and go camping and would take friends on trips with her

- likes to feed the ducks

- eventually has an art gallery in the museum and runs an online print shop

- I feel like she'd be the most likely to have a pet racoon for some reason

- likes to go "hunting" for antler sheds and uses them in art

- has a collection of rocks, wood carvings, postcards, and I think she even has a collection of bones she finds around outside

- knows how to hunt and fish but I don't think that's really her thing tbh. I imagine she likes animals too much for that

- i think she was probably very outgoing and artsy in school and probably had a lot of friends also into the arts

- comfortable and practical clothes are more important to her than fashion

- would make her own natural hand soaps and lotions and ykw they'd smell so freaking good

- bakes bread once every week

- makes her own butter and cheese

Maru:

- 20

- 5'4"

- very interested in all kinds of science as well as technology and engineering (we stan women in STEM)

- I'm sorry she's just so cute

- definitely a big bookworm, sci-fi is obviously her favorite, but she often gets mad at the bad science in some of them

- would have a blog where she reviews books, movies, and TV shows she reads/watches

- probably used to write fanfiction tbh

- she does her own thing and likes doing so, but she often wishes she and Seb were closer and I imagine she awkwardly tries to make an effort but it goes unnoticed or reciprocated until after the two are living more separate lives

- golden child in every way, I don't think she's ever done anything bad in her life

- daddy's girl fr, she and Demetrius have always been very close and it shows

- friendly with everyone but I imagine she's a little awkward in her own age group as she probably doesn't keep up with slang, trends, or popculture

- was interested in medical science at some point

- engineering is her favorite but she likes all science and technology

- I feel like she listens to whatever music Penny or her parents listen to

- would totally watch sci-fi movies with Sebastian once they're on better terms

- gamer gurl

- she probably unknowingly plays games with Abby online all the time

- I think she and Abby aren't close but are friends and would probably talk a lot about games they like as well as astronomy, and Abby would try to help Maru get closer to Seb

- night owl, I think she almost stays up as late as Sebastian

- I imagine she probably really likes astronomy and stays up late looking at the stars when she isn't up late working on projects. She probably has the kind of personality where she will focus so hard on a project that she'll forget to eat or sleep because she doesn't want to lose the ideas she has or will be too determined to fix something or finish the project

- was very good at math in high school as well as chemistry. I think she may have even been in a science or math based club like mathletes or physics or something

- tries not to always suggest sci-fi novels during book club but often can't help herself

- I feel like she actually really enjoys medical dramas as well

- might even like classic film and musicals bc Penny got her into them and will find herself humming songs from musicals while working

- again, I pair her and Penny a lot in my head bc I just think they've got the most chemistry

- I think once she finally bonds with Sebastian it'll be like over Star Wars or something

- owns several pairs of glasses so that she can swap out the frames to match her outfit

- she has textured hair with really pretty defined curls. Sometimes she'll get braids done, but usually she let's her natural hair shine as is but likes to wear headbands and fun headscarves to keep her hair out of the way when she does her projects.

- does own a pair of contacts that she occasionally wears

- sometimes she forgets she's got goggles on her head or around her neck after working on a project

- wears a lot of cute and casual clothes that are more easy going like jumpers, cardigans, overalls, shorts and a t-shirt, just super casual and comfortable

- still has held onto her childhood favorite toys

- has a large collection of books whether they're novels, manuals, or scientific and medical textbooks

- knows first aid and is very good in an emergency

- I think she and Harvey probably talk about books and planes a lot when things are boring at work

- takes really good care of her hair

And that is all for now!! Sorry I posted this so late I had a lot going on irl. I've also got some dating and NSFW HCs for the bachelors (and a few for the bachelorettes but not enough for a full post for them atm) and maybe someday I'll post those but for now this is it. Thanks for reading hehe

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seiwas · 1 year ago

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₊˚⊹｡ big gym energy (is this my fantasy?) | fushiguro toji

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summary: who would have thought the rippest DILF in all of Japan would get you to go to the gym everyday?

contains: gn!reader, non-curse au, college au, appearance of itafushikugi (mostly nobara), reader has a huge and lowkey delusional crush on toji, age gap

a/n: the gym toji fic! tone in this is a bit different from what i write, and it's lowkey a crack fic but i hope it's still enjoyable! listened to: big energy - latto & area codes - kaliii

part of the in's and out's new year/birthday event | request prompt: going to the gym for yourself (and totally not for that cute guy who sometimes says hi)

“You’re going to the gym?” Nobara halts smack in the middle of the busy hallway. Groans huff behind her, the rest of your class filing out of the lecture hall. You bow your head apologetically as you pull her to the side.

“Yes.”

She squints, skeptical, “You.”

You nod.

“The gym.” she says it slower this time, tilting her head down.

You nod again.

Nobara blinks, shifting her weight as she reaches one hand inside the pocket of her overalls. There’s a long pause, rushed footsteps amplifying the suspense, then—

“Okay, what’s the bet? How much did Maki put out? I want in.”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head as you loop your arm around hers and continue walking.

There’s good reason for her to doubt you; she knows you best after all. In your little quad, you are the least likely to be found doing any physical activity or sport whatsoever—and that’s saying a lot, considering the other fourth of your group is Megumi. But at least he walks his dogs regularly.

“Rude,” you scoff jokingly, “there’s no bet, just testing it out because they have a free trial promo.”

It shouldn’t hurt to check it out, you think. One of your resolutions this year is to finally get started on your fitness journey, whatever form it may be.

“You should come.”

Nobara snorts, “Wrong person,” you both turn at a corner, “ask Itadori.”

The gym is just a few blocks away from your campus, a good 18-minute walk if you’re counting—which is also part of what makes it so appealing. The ad you’d seen for the free trial is an early bird promo to attract new customers for the gym’s new branch launch.

And it does make the most sense to ask him; he is the sports science major after all—

“No way,” you step out on the sidewalk, “telling him is practically committing to a membership.”

—but Yuuji is a bit too eager when it comes to things like this. No doubt he’ll be at your heel, wagging his figurative golden retriever tail at the prospect of being your certified gym buddy. It’s endearing and you know he means well, but that’s way too much pressure for someone who’s just starting out.

She laughs, readjusting her bag, “He’d know how to use the machines though.”

“I watched some videos…” you mumble, because Nobara has a point, but if you’re being honest, you feel just a teensy bit embarrassed at the idea of anyone else knowing about your attempts at fitness this early on, lest it fail in the end. “I can probably ask someone there…”

“Try the most jacked up person in the gym.”

You shove her jokingly, her laughter echoing down the road.

The first person you meet at the gym is the lady at the front desk. Her ponytail sways as she greets you, a chirpy smile welcoming you in as she holds an iPad to her chest while touring you around—at the center, the main floor plan is decked out with machines; towards the back sit the squat racks, and to your sides are the private cycling rooms and multifunctional spaces. According to her, they also offer yoga classes every 6:00 p.m. on Wednesdays.

You’d expected a lot more people to be in here at 7:00 p.m., but you suppose it makes sense others would prefer to spend their Friday nights elsewhere.

Looking around, you spot a middle-aged lady you swear is Megumi’s English professor; on the treadmills, a couple your age share a laugh as they try to match pace. There are some machines you’ve never even seen in your life, Youtube videos included.

You take a deep breath. You can ask for help.

After all, the crowd feels friendly enough, not too intimidating—

—until your eyes land on him, on the benches; an absolute tank of a man doing chest presses with what you think are probably the heaviest dumbbells on the rack.

You try not to stare, catching only a glimpse of the way his biceps flex against the tight sleeves of his black compression shirt.

Don’t be a creep, you tell yourself, walking towards the leg press machine. You may be new here, but you’ve learned that gym etiquette isn’t so far off from acting like a civilized human being.

Thank god you never take Nobara seriously, because you can’t even imagine the stuttering mess you’d be if you had to ask him how to work any of these god forsaken machines.

It’s a good thing, then, that help comes to you without you having to say a word.

This is number four out of five sessions in your free trial promo, and you have no idea how to get the goddamn plates out of the barbell. You pull some out from the other side and the whole barbell comes along with it. When you attempt the other side, it does the same. Then when you finally do manage to get off the plates on one side, the whole barbell drops, clanging loudly against the metal foot of the squat rack set-up.

(Now that you think about it, maybe it isn’t such a good thing that you’ve been offered help instead of you asking. There must be a reason someone thinks you could need it.)

Someone, who is also the last person you could ever possibly want to embarrass yourself in front of.

Someone, who just so happens to be the jacked up tank of a man you’ve admittedly glanced at a few times in your past few visits here.

“To make it easier,” he crouches beside you, laying down a smaller plate and rolling the larger ones on the barbell over it.

He unloads them like they weigh nothing—and with his physique, it isn’t hard to believe that they probably do. His biceps look to be the size of your head, chest popping out in ways you’ve only seen on those Tiktok thirst edits; his one hand is larger than a 2.5 kilogram plate, and his forearms look like they could ch—

Mind out of the gutter, you blink away, focusing instead on the metal bar in front of you.

God, you don’t even know this man’s name.

“T-thanks.” you stutter, embarrassed.

He gives you a half-smile, lips turned on one side, “Sure.” then he walks away, the tightness of his black compression shirt hugging the ridges of his back muscles.

You gulp.

So begins your year-long gym membership.

(And maybe, just maybe, the kind-of-meet-cute of a lifetime. Who knows, really?)

“Who would have thought the rippest DILF in all of Japan would get you to go to the gym everyday,” she snorts, fingers grazing over the curved edges of the heart-shaped watermelons in the fruit aisle.

You hush her, scanning the area around you for anyone who might have overhead.

It’s 11:00 p.m. on a Thursday, so you doubt it, but you can never be too sure.

“He’s nice, you know.” you pout.

“Yeah, what’s his name?” Nobara gives you a look.

You glare, touché.

Maybe you don’t know his name. Yet.

But he’s always offered to stack on the heavy plates for you, and will oftentimes help in unloading them too. There are times when you aren’t quite sure how to work the machines and he swoops in like the gym buff version of prince charming, teaching you proper form just so you don’t get injured. He’ll wipe down a mat for you to use some days, because—

“Stretching is important,” he never fails to mention.

He’s nice.

And you have an insanely delusional crush on him, but you don’t care, because why else would he be giving you this much attention if he wasn’t interested in you too?

You find out many things about your gym crush, most of them completely unexpected.

One: his hair is unusually soft for someone who looks so rough. Or, well, you think it looks soft, you can’t tell for sure; you haven’t actually touched it to be able to tell. The black mop on his head falls flat over his eyes on the few days you assume are right before his next scheduled haircut. It surprises you even more when he walks in the gym with a small hair tie holding his bangs up.

Two: he does a considerable amount of bodyweight exercises for someone his size—Calisthenics, specifically.

You watch him pull himself up the bar, biceps and back straining against the movement. The muscles ripple across the fabric of his tee, and it’s impressive how smoothly he’s able to go up and down; as if he isn’t exerting any effort at all. Then, the push-ups and dips. He can do them all, in every variation you never even thought existed, and it’s always done with so much ease.

It gives you reason to believe that he could be gentle, controlled. In what? Well. You know.

Three: he likes fruity things. You expected his go-to to be straight black, maybe a chocolate protein shake on other days too. But he shows up one day with a smoothie in the shade of vibrant magenta. Dragonfruit, you assume, from all the black specks floating in it.

This also happens to be the first time you initiate the conversation with him.

“Your smoothie looks good,” you mumble, a little hesitant.

God, so awkward.

He looks up from adjusting the plate stoppers on your bar.

A hum rumbles from his throat before he flashes you the same half-smile he always does, “Strawberry, banana, and dragonfruit.”

You don’t really know what to say after that other than, “Cool.”

And you mentally facepalm yourself.

In your fourth month at the gym, you learn a few more unexpected things that change everything.

You’ve just finished freshening up and you’re on the way out when you bump into—

“Megumi?”

He looks up from his phone, dark strands hitting the tips of his eyelashes as he pushes back one side of his headphones. He raises an eyebrow, confused and surprised.

“You gym?”

“What’re you doing here?”

Pink dusts his cheeks as he ducks his head, motioning for you to go first.

“Sorry,” you chuckle, adjusting the strap of your duffel bag, “I started going here a few months ago. You?”

He looks a little surprised by it, probably more so at the fact that you’ve kept it a secret from him for so long, but he nods, “That’s good. You did mention wanting to work on your fitness more this year.” then, he shifts, adjusting his weight before hanging his headphones by his neck.

“I’m waiting for my dad.”

In the past few years you’ve known Megumi, he’s never mentioned his dad. You never bothered to ask because you suspected there was a good reason he never talked about him in the first place.

And so comes number four, and maybe the last unexpected thing you find out about your gym crush—

“Megumi!”

You both turn around to the voice of none other than Nobara’s proclaimed rippest DILF in Japan; the most jacked up tank of a man who also happens to be the man you’ve crushed hard on for the past four months.

Everything is snapping into place, information forming bridges you would rather not cross right now.

He walks up to Megumi, duffel bag slung across his chest as he reaches for your friend.

Megumi looks like he wants to wither away, embarrassed at you seeing him tucked under his dad’s arm. But all your brain can really comprehend is that Megumi, your good friend, is currently squished between the bicep and chest you’ve been staring at since your first day at the gym.

You hold your breath, the realization creeping to the forefront of your mind. There had been signs that your gym crush was a dad; apart from being built like one, he’d offhandedly mention ‘son’ a few times. You didn’t think it would be—

“Oh, you two know each other?” your gym crush tilts his head, turning to you, “you didn’t tell me your friend signed up for this gym, Megumi.”

“I didn’t know,” Megumi grumbles, and the look on his face can rival yours, for sure. Tough competition on ‘who looks like they want to die the most right now?’.

But he can’t win.

Because when Megumi begrudgingly introduces your gym crush to you as his dad, you’re pretty sure you’ve buried yourself twelve feet underground.

(It doesn’t ease the embarrassment when you learn unexpected thing number five: he’s been a trainer at the gym this entire time.)

thank you notes: to @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat for encouraging me all the way!! ily ari

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girlpowerenthusiast · 1 year ago

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Leon Kennedy Headcanons ♡

my Leon headcanons because i love him and think about him about him constantly, so enjoy my hcs about this man <3

some are silly and random, some are romantic.

-he's such a SWEETHEART.

-omg. he's a sweetie. i can't with this man. he makes me smile and giggle every time i see him. he's such a himbo you guys.

-he speaks italian, english and spanish. since he is from Italy (or rather, his parents are), he's known the language since birth. then learned english when he got to kindergarten.

-i don't think his english or spanish are the best though since they're not his first. he'll sometimes be forget some english words when talking to somebody, so he replaces them with italian ones and his coworks are just like "what???" 🤨

-has definitely said "wow there partner" or "wow there cowboy" when somebody pisses him off.

-he likes both women and men. he has no preference either. i see him as either bi or pan, probably more pan leaning since that's what i am.

-he's literally such a good boyfriend, i can't. even if you too aren't dating and are just friends, he's so sweet. i would gladly given him a kiss on the cheek if i could.

-if you we're to get your period, he'll buy you pads and tampons. if you get cramps, he'll sit on the ground or lay in bed with you and rub your back. he'll go "i'm so sorry baby." :(

-his favorite colors (and color pallet) are blue and black. the blue is meant to represent stylishness.

-he's so dog coded. like just full on golden retriever energy.

-likes lizards. bc i said so.

-goes to NICU and rocks babies with Rebecca sometimes, it makes his life feel somewhat normal and i love that for him <3 also girl dad leon. "girl dad leon!" we all say in unison.

-his birthday is around july-august, my brain says July 25th for some reason.

-if you're taking to long to get ready, he will threaten to leave you behind but he's not. you know it. he knows it. everyone knows it. "will you hurry up baby? i will leave you." "no you won't." "you're right, i probably won't...just hurry up, please."

-calls you baby, babe, and sweetheart. i just picture him calling you something basic or something.

-goes to a coffee shop every morning and gets the same coffee to start his day off strong. his drink choice is either really plain or stupidly girl 😭😭

-also leon is a fashion icon. especially older leon. you can deny it all you want, but in the end, we know he's cunty. like cunty cunty. like he has his bachelor in cuntology with a major in motherlogical studies at the university of servington.

-motorcycle rides!!!!!!!!!! :3 (re6-)

-as a teenager, he had really bad acne, so during re2 and generation he has a skin care routine but never tells anyone (only Krauser knows. he kinda approves, Krauser is all about taking care of yourselves to improve), so he washes his face before bed, takes meds for his skin, and puts medicine all over his face.

-however as his mental heath declines, he'll stop doing it, and his acne will either stay the same or get as bad as it was in teenager.

-also Krauser is HIGHLY against facial hair and forced Leon to shave it. but after he dies, leon stops giving a shit.

-his favorite my little pony characters are fluttershy and rainbow dash of course.

also i made a playlist for him, so you wanna listen to it, here's the link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0uLAoUjwZaXzxcH8uCt7yP?si=a3f2e9cf27b54365 also the songs are not what i think he would like, it's just songs that remind of him :D

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glassbxttless · 3 months ago

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Sam O’Brien (Warfare) Masterlist

Welcome to the Sam zone— home of a golden retriever, a wife who loves kissing her husband, bad dad jokes, and dangerously high levels of “down bad” on Sam’s part. This is where all my Sam O’Brien fics live, tagged and ready for you to weep (maybe), swoon (hopefully), and possibly scream into a pillow over how disgustingly in love he is with his wife (you).

My friends and I have dubbed Sam’s last name O’Brien here on my blog, run with that if you’d like—

This space is strictly 18+, always has been and always will be. Minors, I’m gonna need you to turn around, put the phone down, and go do a TikTok dance or whatever it is you do. Shoo.

Reblogs are the love language. If something made you feel things— horny, emotional, or otherwise anything in between— reblog it if you’d like. It keeps the fic train chugging and lets Sam whisper sweet, filthy nonsense in my ear at 3am to share with you.

Smut is marked with ✦ so you’ll know where to click.

My Name’s the One Hidden in There Somewhere

-> 5.8k+ ;; request from bumblebeeswrite | after a tour that seemed to be way too long— you finally reunite with sam. (moving to the Sam and His Girl Main Masterlist soon)

Point Park ✦

-> coming soon ;; request from getaapologist | sam’s had a hard time adjusting to being home— so you think it may be time for a bit of a getaway. (moving to the Sam and His Girl Main Masterlist soon)

Whiskey

-> 2.2k+ ;; based on something peachyproserpina said to me | you and sam get a dog. (moving to the Sam and His Girl Main Masterlist soon)

Life’s Pretty Plain

-> 1.5k+ ;; request from anonymous | sam doesn’t take his painkillers and suddenly life is a bit of a problem— (moving to the Sam and His Girl Main Masterlist soon)

Counter-Offer

-> 1k+ ;; request from getaapologist | You’re exhausted, but Sam’s having a bad leg day. (moving to the Sam and His Girl Main Masterlist soon)

Code Red

-> 1.7k+ ;; Sandwich Shop Request from peachyproserpina | Sam’s youngest daughter, Cassidy, his baby girl— gets a surprise right before Volleyball practice, and it’s not the kind he’s equipped to deal with on a moment’s notice.

#glassbxttless #sam warfare #warfare movie #joseph quinn #joseph anthony francis quinn #joe quinn #joey quinn

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zoniteillusion-pyritedreams · 1 month ago

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Hiiiii can I also request this ask https://www.tumblr.com/zoniteillusion-pyritedreams/783628120024547328/so-what-really-gets-jeonghan-going

With mingyu of seventeen ?

Thank you!!!!

Sure thing babe! Oh he us so puppy coded so yes mistress whatever you say, Coded! Aphrodite has fun with this one.

“So… What Actually Gets Mingyu Weak in the Knees?”

( Aphrodite-approved reading for SEVENTEEN’s Golden Retriever Boyfriend)

Initial vibes?

The second “JUMP” (Tyla) came on, Aphrodite arched a brow. Add in Hoshi’s “Spider”?

Oh, baby!

We’re not just talking about attraction here, we’re talking about magnetic obsession. That “I wanna be wrapped around your finger but pretend it’s all my idea” type of energy.

So What gets Mingyu looking at you like you’re the only person in the room.

Astro Cards: Scorpio, Leo, Venus

Scorpio: He’s drawn to depth, emotional intensity, a lil’ danger. If your vibe is mysterious-meets-magnetic? Yeah, he’s spiraling. Again black cat energy, so far we got two for 13 I feel like that's probably a good number of members in this group who REALLY like that black cat energy.

Leo: He loves confidence. Someone who glows naturally, who walks into a room and owns it no arrogance, just presence.

Venus: Soft beauty. Romance. Aesthetics. Think soft hands, shiny lips, graceful movements. The kind of person who knows their angles but doesn’t have to pose.

It's definitely giving Marilyn Monroe vibes probably younger Megan Fox during her like Transformer days.

Oracle of the Roses Said He’s Into...

The Lover + The Flirt + The Hero + The Ancestor + The Rescuer + The Outsider

He’s 1000% into someone who feels both nurturing and daring. Someone who will baby him and call him out. Someone who's charming, emotionally intelligent, a little mysterious, and maybe even a bit psychic.

Bonus points if you have old-soul wisdom and that hot librarian with a past . AKA someone that's low-key the embodiment of the office siren aesthetic but on like a mental level.

(Also? The flirt card + puppy vibes? Confirmed: He’s so soft for teasing. Praise him once and he’ll fold.)

Tarot Got Deep

The High Priestess: He wants someone unknowable. Someone he has to earn. Someone whose silence speaks volumes.

( At this point I'm starting to also think you know we got two for 13 and it kind it feels like they might all have a little bit of like a chasing kink. Like they really desperately want someone that they have to earn and they have to chase after like a lovesick little puppy it's quite interesting. It might also have to do with the whole thing though because of how famous they are they'd rather have someone where they have two genuinely sit there and put in the work to get with and not someone who would easily just be like okay I'll date you.)

Ace of Wands reversed + Ace of Cups reversed: Don’t give it all away too fast he wants to chase. If it’s too easy? He loses interest.

(See! I told you!)

* also this might look weird but I normally shuffle all the cards and then as I'm looking at her index also there and write out the message/5 that I'm getting from it. And then when I go back to edit so it doesn't sound boring and add my own personality to it that's when I'm making all these little annotations

Six of Cups reversed + Two of Cups: He’s not into surface-level flings. He wants soul-deep connection and someone who makes him feel safe. Again I just keep getting like the puppy dog Vibes literally while doing this reading I just kept getting like images of my pup that I used to have when I was like really young kid probably around the time I was like 1 years old up until my senior year of high school my grandmother had this like very energetic puppy who we called princey I have no clue what her name was it was a girl dog and she had like a long ass name that no one remembers so that was her name. And it's just the same vibe that I got from like when Prince he was alive and how she would like follow my grandmother around like my grandma was her safe space when my grandmother passed away it didn't take long before Prince he followed right behind her like genuinely that that's the energy he's giving me for him. He needs someone that he can quite literally just latch onto you are his home his safe space and he will be very loyal like a dog. Or like the dog from Japan who like sat there at the train station waiting for his owner to come back those vibes.

Queen & King of Wands reversed: He doesn’t want someone just as loud or flashy as him. He’s the golden retriever he wants the witch in black who only smiles at him.

Aesthetic wise someone who's probably a bit more neutral/ light feminine vibes. But in terms of like personality dark feminine or very witchy Vibes like he basically wants to be your familiar instead of you having like a black cat or an animal he wants to be the familiar.

The Moon + Strength reversed: He wants someone who can handle his emotional depths even when he’s feeling insecure or overwhelmed.

Death reversed + The Sun + 8 of Cups reversed: He’s working on letting go of old patterns. He’s learning to trust his feelings again. He wants joy , but earned joy.

100% certain that this man has dated someone before that knew him first as being an idol or a celebrity. Henceforth why he is so desperate to have someone where he has to earn them. It did not work very well when they put him on a pedestal and instead he wants to have a partner where he kind of feels like he is slightly inferior to them in some way shape or form. So that he's the one who's putting them on a pedestal and like Desperately Seeking for their attention.

So... Would He a Public Figure or "civilian"?

Honestly? Either.

But only if they feel EMOTIONALLY REAL. Like, if you’re famous and grounded? He’s intrigued. If you’re a “civilian” with main character energy and deep insight into people? He’s obsessed. What matters to him most is that you SEE HIM, not the brand, not the biceps, HIM.

He’d never admit it, but he wants to be taken care of by someone elegant, intuitive, and a little spicy.

The whole time I'm doing this reading the song Animal Farm by Bibi just keeps like playing in my head so I feel like definitely those types of vibes. Like really when you think about that woman she's a bad bitch but every time you see her doing interviews with people or friends talking about her they talk about how caring and nice and sweet and kind she is so it's definitely giving those type of lives. He wants a bad bitch Bibi.

What Physically/Emotionally Turns Him On:

That slow smile you give when you know he’s watching again he lowkey wants you to drag him along. Play with his emotions his feelings.

Teasing that dances between “innocent” and bold as hell low key feel like he has a slight corruption King but in the way that he wants you to corrupt him. Like even if he technically might be more knowledgeable than you when it comes to the Arts of like the Kama Sutra he still wants you to somehow find ways to absolutely wreck him. I also say that because I definitely feel like he kind of wants someone who embodies the Madonna whore complex. Someone who is seemingly innocent to some extent but also an absolute freak behind closed doors.

Emotional safety wrapped in a sexy silhouette. Very home vibes slight owner vibes.

Someone who makes him feel desired and understood. Seriously I'm definitely getting the Vibes that he just had like one really bad almost full-on relationship because it's not even giving like they got to the point of calling to the boyfriend girlfriend but more of like right on the cusp of it happening it wasn't a situation ship it was a let's go on a few dates see how this works and it just did not work out. Very I desire you because of your status but I do not understand you and seemingly not trying to understand him.

Soft touches, low laughs, quiet strength again I can't help but think of Marilyn Monroe maybe even like Jessica rabbit. If you ever watched the movie Who Framed Roger Rabbit that was one of my grandmother's favorite movies. Jessica Rabbit comes off as very Central but then when you see her with Roger she is just like absolutely a sweetheart with him the way she talks to him how sweet he is when the detective and people ask why did you marry Rodger rabbit you're jessica. She literally says because he makes me laugh and I feel like that's kind of the dynamic that he wants. He wants to be Roger and he wants his jessica. He wants to be able to be goofy and silly and not have to think about his Idol image or being really cool and mysterious or anything like that. While still getting to have like the very hot people look at the two of them and wonder how the fuck they ended up together out of his League kind of girlfriend.

And let’s be real lingerie or cozy oversized sweaters, there’s no in-between.

( I'm telling you he really wants someone who kind of embodies that Madonna whore complex. You either come off a super sweet and innocent or an absolute sex kitten.)

"Mingyu doesn’t want just a lover. He wants a soft-spoken goddess who pulls his soul into her orbit with a glance and wrecks him gently.”

#mingyu #seventeen mingyu #svt #kpop #kpop tarot #tarot & tea #tarot reading #seventeen

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rarepairdumpster · 5 months ago

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Vacation AU

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Modern AU, Jayce Mention, Everyone in this series deserved an all inclusive vacay, except for Singed

Divorcee Silco going to an all inclusive resort celebrating his enormous divorce settlement and freedom.

Viktor being dragged on a sun holiday by his rich friend, Jayce, because Jayce thinks he needs to loosen out his whole spine and relax for once.

And Viktor is unimpressed and uninterested until he sees divorcee Silco in a sheer white shirt and figure-hugging shorts.

Cuz Viktor sees those toned thighs and strong shoulders and knows Silco takes care of himself.

When Silco glances over at them, feeling their attention lingering, Viktor assumes the man is smirking at Jayce.

'Cause usually no one looks at Viktor when Jayce is around.

Luckily for Viktor, Silco is very much done with large, bumbling, dog-coded men.

Silco approaching Viktor at the hotel bar in the evening, wearing a fresh shirt and dark trousers now.

"I thought your friend would never slip away," Silco comments, eyes glinting. "Are you here for long?"

"The week," Viktor replies, stirring his daiquiri. "I can let Jayce know you were looking for him." He hopes that Silco came to talk to him, but he's been burned too often by getting his hopes up.

Silco looks at him funny, and then chuckles.

"Your friend is of no interest to me." Silco steps closer, close enough for Viktor to feel a hint of heat down his side. "Can I buy you another drink?"

Viktor looks up quickly in surprise and feels his face warm when he sees how close Silco is. "I--" he quickly looks down at the cup of mostly ice in front of him. "I do appear to need a refill"

"Excellent." Silco smiles, soft and faint, before catching the barman's attention. He rattles off his own order and then indicates Viktor, prompting him to make a request for whatever drink he wants.

Viktor asks for another of the same, and thanks the barman before turning back to Silco.

"I'm Viktor," he says, finally taking a good look at the man.

"Silco," Silco answers, taking a tiny sip of his very expensive whiskey. "I hope I'm not being too forward, but you're incredibly beautiful."

Viktor turns away as his drink arrives, knowing his face has to be as red as his daiquiri. "No, I just...don't hear that very often."

"A shame," Silco says quietly, truly baffled. With those cheekbones, his fluffy hair and honey eyes, and those long legs, Silco had imagined the boy was getting praised for his looks regularly.

"Are you here alone?" Viktor asks, looking up once he feels his face start to cool.

"Yes," Silco answers easily, he let's his hand rest at the back of Viktor's bar stool. "Though I'm hoping for company. For tonight...and maybe more."

"Now that was forward," Viktor chuckles and takes a drink.

Silco let's out a soft laugh of his own and the sound almost caresses Viktor's ear. "Yes, I suppose it was."

"How long have you been divorced?" Viktor asks, surprising Silco. Viktor shrugs a bit at the wide eyes. "I noticed the tan line on your finger."

"About two months." Silco pushes a hand through his hair. "Is my being divorcee a deterrent? I know some people won't touch those who've been married before. "

Viktor shakes his head. "Not at all. I like that it's been so soon, actually." Viktor smirked. "Being a rebound is my specialty. No reason to get attached."

Silco hums, amused. He doesn't say, unless I give you reason.

The reason it's Viktor's specialty is because he's used to people thinking they can save or fix him, but just get frustrated and angry when they can't.

He's learned to recognize it and get out before it starts to spiral.

Silco doesn't think either of those things, of course.

Viktor doesn't need to be fixed.

"And you?" Silco asks. "What about that overgrown Labrador you're with?"

The comment makes Viktor laugh softly, amused and fond, before he says, eyes crinkling, "I think he's more of a golden retriever."

Silco smirks and rolls his eyes playfully. "I'm more of a cat person anyway."

Viktor shivers. Jayce has often commented that he's like a cat.

Viktor takes a drink and the straw slurps at the last of the liquid.

"If you're still thirsty," Silco offers, leaning close to Viktor's ear, "I'll gladly have some champagne brought to my room."

"I can think of something else I'd prefer," Viktor answers, smirking. "Never was fond of champagne."

"Anything you want, darling," Silco purrs, pulling back just enough to reach up and push his knuckle under Viktor's chin.

Silco and Viktor are gone before Jayce comes back, and he's standing there like ???, but shrugs, because Viktor's probably back in the hotel room.

"Probably got bored and went to rEaD"

Meanwhile, Viktor scrawled across a king sized bed, sucking a big dick with strong hands in his hair.

Hair just completely mussed.

Lips puffy and swollen and slick with spit.

Eyes blown so wide Silco can barely see the soft ring of gold around the outside of his pupils.

Even with a big dick pushing into his throat, Viktor feels more relaxed now than he has since he got to this stupidly fancy hotel.

Silco intends to let Viktor pull off of him when he is getting close, but Viktor just grows more enthusiastic. When he cums, Viktor cleans every drop and Silco wonders if Viktor was the universe's apologizing for a decade of Vander.

Viktor gives him a dazed little smile after, and is glad for the hands that tug him upwards, dragging him close enough to steal a kiss.

Sprawled on top of Silco, Viktor hums against his lips

Silco lets Viktor grind against him, slotted in the crease of his hips, capturing every gasp and moan that falls from Viktor's lips.

"Yes, darling, just like that..."

Viktor hasn't slipped into sub space with such ease in a long time, often not feeling relaxed enough.

But right now, sprawled on top of Silco, with those strong hands on him, Viktor feels like he could float and float and float.

Silco can't bear to move Viktor, even to clean themselves up. Not when he's laying on Silco like a weighted blanket made just for him. All that Silco does is reach down and pull the duvet over the top of them before stroking Viktor's hair and kissing his head.

It takes a while for Viktor to come down and then he, rather embarrassingly, cries a little. He laughs at himself even as he cries.

Silco nuzzles Viktor's hair softly. "It's okay."

"Most people would get the wrong idea, if someone started crying after sex," Viktor says, smiling, wiping at his face.

"Ah well, with experience comes seeing many things for many different reasons," Silco sighs, trailing his fingers down Viktor's bare back. "Sex is emotional. Having emotions in the time around it is natural."

Viktor tucks his face against him.

"I really enjoyed that," Viktor admits against Silco's skin, his breath tickling the man. "Needed it, maybe."

"Anything I can provide is yours," Silco smiles. "Especially if it includes seeing you like this." He lifts up the duvet a little, peeking at Viktor's naked form atop him.

Viktor flushes and kisses Silco's sternum. He feels...pleased. Like he could keep coming back to this room, this man.

Part 2

Arch + Woods

#vilco #silco arcane #viktor arcane #viktor #silco #fanfic #rarepairdumpster #vacation au

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bruciemilf · 1 year ago

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which do you like for Jaime/Jason better, gunbug or redbeetle? i saw redbeetle’s also used for Jaime/Tim

GUNBUG?! CUTE.

genuinely I think Jaime would be the golden retriever boyfriend, but like. Cleansed from the tik tok connotation.

He brings Jason beat up, janky books from his local bookstore.

The ones with the wrinkles and the paper cracks and just the softest layer of dust on them. And handmade socks, and cool pens neither of them need, but just really want.

He sends Jay snaps of cats following him around, small videos that always, always, always start with “papi watch this” or “BABE you’re not gonna believe this—“and it’s literally just dogs doing mildly impressive jumps.

Jason loves them so much.

But I’m more interested in the pre relationship. Like.

Imagine you’re Two-Face, infamous Gotham mobster, who’s considered more dangerous for sleeping with Wayne than your actual crimes (we all know Batman likes the rich brat, after all) and Red Hood clears his throat one meeting.

“Dent,” Jason has the same fake, forced deep voice he used as Robin, when he tried intimidating others. Harvey wonders if he knows, and prays he doesn’t. “A word. “

“Listen, kid, I’ve already agreed on the 20% turf cut, which is BULLSHIT, by the way, —“

“It’s NOT bullshit, and you’ll see why, but that’s not why I wanna talk. Just. Uh,” the kid is nervous. You can smell it off him. “You’re, like…Good with romance. And stuff. Right?”

“…Hold on, I’ll be right back.”

Harvey rushes into his car, Bruce in SPEED dial,

“Baby, listen— I— yeah, shitface, I’m aware this is an emergency line, this IS a fuckin’ emergency. NO, I didn’t fist fight Selina again, I ain’t risking my skin for your pair of heels, — LISTEN. Code Cupid. YEAH!”

A beat.

“I didn’t think this day would come either! The kid listened to Nickleback, for fuck’s sake… I don’t know, I didn’t ask! Don’t embarrass him- Bruce, he’s a goddam drug lord, he embarrassed himself plenty. ‘Just for a bit’ — are you hearing yourself—“

Two beats.

“…Yeah. No yeah, — okay. Alright. Alright, babe. Yeah, whatever you want, sorry. I SAID ALRIGHT - okay, yeah. Love you too, fuckface, Huh? Uh, can’t hear. See you home.”

Now he just has to figure out how to drag Jason to the Wayne mansion without revealing they ALL know he’s been red hood since he started.

#asks #dc #dc comics #text #batman #jason todd #text post #harvey dent #jaime reyes #gunbug #jaybeetle #bruharvey #writing #BOYSSSSSSS

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brooklyn-raised-barnes · 29 days ago

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"The Optics of This Are Terrible"

—a Redacted & Bucky Barnes ficlet

Bucky x platonic!oc

Description: Redacted is the code name given to the social media manager of the avengers. She is a no nonsense, tired of babysitting grumpy old men, zillenial with a caffeine addiction.

These ficlets are simply adding a narrative to the page.

I am Redacted. Bucky chose that name for me. Don't ask. I won't tell.

He's a good boy. I will protect his peace.

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The compound’s quiet. Too quiet. Redacted knows that particular hush—like a cat about to pounce or a toddler being suspiciously well-behaved. She’s carrying a mug that says “NO I WILL NOT FIX YOUR VIBE” in chipped lettering and wearing an expression that says the same.

She passes behind the couch and catches a glimpse of movement on Bucky’s phone. A flick of his thumb. A Tumblr dashboard scroll.

And then—

She stops.

Backtracks.

Leans in.

Squints.

"...Are you reblogging gun porn?"

Bucky doesn’t even look up. “It’s a nice build.”

She sets the mug down like she might need both hands to commit a felony.

“Are you serious right now?” she groans, rounding the couch and planting herself in his line of sight. “You’re Bucky Barnes. Ex-assassin turned soft-reformed sweetheart. Tumblr’s tragic grandpa boyfriend. And you’re reblogging custom suppressors with the caption ‘clean.’”

He looks up, calm as ever. “It was clean.”

“You liked a video of someone disassembling an M1911 to jazz music.”

“That’s how I learned. It’s a good vibe.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose. “You are personally destroying your good boy image.”

“I don’t have a good boy image.”

“You do now,” she snaps. “You have one shitty photo of beef stew and a few asks answered with ‘oh yeah babydoll’ People think you knit in your spare time and rescue stray dogs.”

“I do rescue stray dogs.”

“Exactly,” she hisses. “So maybe stop liking posts that say ‘tactical precision is an act of love.’ You think that’s just edgy? Half the people on Tumblr think you sleep under a weighted blanket made of guilt and chamomile.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I think is cotton and glass beads...”

“Jesus Christ.”

He taps the screen again. Likes a post showing a concealed carry rig with the tags #pewpew and #freedomboner.

She lunges for the phone. He holds it up, out of reach, like a big brother tormenting a sibling.

“Give me the phone.”

“No.”

“Bucky.”

“Redacted.”

“I will shut this blog down. I will change your password to something you’ll never guess. Like ‘cozydaddy’ or ‘macramewarrior84.’”

His lip twitches.

“Don’t smile.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“It’s just funny how mad you get.”

“I am not mad.” She points at the phone like it personally offended her. “I’m strategically enraged. There is a difference.”

“Is there?”

“I’m crafting a narrative here, Barnes. Do you have any idea what it takes to maintain the illusion that you're emotionally stable and not five seconds away from stabbing a man with a fondue fork?”

He sets the phone down on the coffee table. Blinks up at her with a slow, measured look that says you’re being dramatic without actually saying it.

“I am emotionally stable,” he says.

“Are you?”

“I haven’t stabbed anyone in months.”

“That is not a selling point.”

“Maybe for you.”

She groans. Picks up the phone, starts scrolling. “Okay. Okay. I’m going to do damage control. I’m going to reblog a photo of a golden retriever and write ‘good boy energy.’ I’m going to queue a post about soup. I’m going to make you humble.”

“I am humble.”

“You just reblogged a post that said ‘God gives his hardest battles to his hottest soldiers.’”

“It had a good font.”

She slaps the phone back into his hand and walks off, muttering to herself. “Good font. He says that like a defense. God save me from reformed war criminals with opinions about sans serif.”

As she disappears into the kitchen, Bucky reblogs one more post:

A black-and-white image of a combat knife balanced on a teacup.

Caption: “Balance is everything.”

He tags it: #zen.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes asks #mcu #bucky barnes rp #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barns x you #james buchanan barnes #marvel #mcu bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #ask bucky #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x redacted

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makeitmingi · 1 year ago

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The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 23]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.3K

"So, I went on a date yesterday... With Yunho." You finally said, glancing over at Seonghwa from the passenger seat. You had no intention of hiding it from Seonghwa, you were going to tell him.

"Oh, how was it?" He asked back. Seonghwa didn't look all too surprised, did he know?

"Wait, you're not surprised or shocked. Did you already know? Did Yunho tell you?" You blinked. Not that you expected Seonghwa to be appalled or anything. You were just curious about why he had a lack of expression or reaction.

"No, I didn't know, he didn't tell me. Well... at least, I didn't know about the date. But I did know that Yunho has feelings for you." Seonghwa explained.

"Is it that obvious to everyone?" You mumbled. After Jongho told you that he notices Yunho following you around with heart eyes, you have been wondering if you're just oblivious to these things.

"Yes, it is. Plus, he told me." Seonghwa revealed. Now, you were the one who was shocked.

"Wait, wait, he told you? When did he tell you?" Now it was your turn to be the shocked one.

"Yes, he told me. He told me the day that I said I ran into him when I was out. I think it was that day off after we cooked for the parents." He explained.

"And all this time, you didn't tell me?"

"(y/n), as close as we are, you know it's not my place to tell you about his feelings. That's just not right for me to be exposing his feelings to you like that. And would you have really wanted to hear about his feelings from me rather than directly from him?" He asked back. Seonghwa was right.

"Yeah, I know, Hwa. Why did he tell you though? Or why did he tell you before he even told me?" You asked.

"That I can tell you. Funnily enough, poor guy felt guilty for having feelings for you because he thought we were together. Some bro code about having feelings for your friend's girl." He chuckled.

"He thought we were a couple?" You cringed. Seonghwa hummed in confirmation.

"Well, I guess that's normal. At some point, everyone we've met thought we were a couple." You shrugged.

"That's true. But back to the main point, yes, I knew that Yunho had feelings for you. And I guessed that at some point he would ask you out. You didn't have to hide your date from me."

"I wasn't trying to hide it... I would have told you like I am now. I was just really stressed." You sighed.

"Stressed? Why? Do you not feel the same way towards him?" Seonghwa asked.

"I think I do? I had Wooyoung sort out my feelings for me when he came over that day and we concluded that I do have feelings for him. But it's scary, Hwa. You know, I don't like my feelings. And I'm scared that I can't meet expectations." You revealed.

"Sweetheart, there are no expectations, okay? You shouldn't feel guilty or pressured into feeling a certain way just because Yunho told you his feelings." He advised.

"I know but-"

"And I know it's daunting to have such feelings for another person. But I see how you are with Yunho, without even knowing, you do care for him a lot. Just take it step by step, at your own pace." He said.

"But did you enjoy the date? Tell me more about it." Seonghwa probed.

"I did, I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. We went to the aquarium and went for dinner." You said briefly.

"You always wanted to go to the aquarium when you were little. I'm glad you enjoyed it, I'm sure Yunho made it even more fun." Seonghwa chuckled.

"He did. I realised how observant and thoughful he is. You can tell he really tried his best to make sure that everything went well and that I had a good time. Everything he did, he did it with me in mind and I appreciated it. I felt bad that he didn't let me pay or do much for him." You laughed.

"So after dinner, he was still hungry so I made him a snack at mine. He did research for a nice degustation place but the servings were small and just like you, his appetite is too big." You added.

"Tasting menus always have too little food." Seonghwa scoffed.

"But doesn't mean Yunho did all these nice things to show his feelings for you, means you must reciprocate those feelings, okay?"

"Alright, thanks, Hwa." You smiled gratefully. Seonghwa put the car in park and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you to his chest. He stroked the back of your head.

"Yunho is a good guy. It's okay to trust him." He whispered.

"I know and I will, slowly." You said. Someone knocking on the car window made you and Seonghwa pull away.

"Hey! No cuddling in the parking lot!" Wooyoung shouted with a frown. You laughed and unlocked the door to open the door. Wooyoung grinned but was shoved aside by Jongho, who held a hand out to you to help you out.

"YAH!" Wooyoung yelled. Jongho ignored him and smiled at you, squeezing your hand. You leaned back into the car to retrieve your bag and slung it over your shoulder.

"Wow, no one came to help me out of the car?" Seonghwa joked as he locked the car.

"You're not princess." Jongho rolled his eyes. The 4 of you headed to the restaurant, entering the dark kitchen.

"Let's get the caneles going first since they'll take the longest." You said as everyone put on their aprons and prepared their stations to start the bakes.

"I can do it with Seonghwa hyung?" Wooyoung asked. The oldest nodded and went to wash his hands.

"After they go in the oven, can you guys start the peach roll cakes? I'll start on the Opera cake. Jong, can you do the German chocolate cake?" You asked. Jongho nodded and went to the pantry.

"Alright. Let's start." You all went into baking mode right away.

"Caneles are in the oven. Wooyoung is good on the peach roll cakes. What should I do?" Seonghwa came over to you. You slid the list over to him so he could pick what to do. He did the pumpkin spice muffins with streusel-topping. There were too many layers to the opera cake, you were stuck on that.

"Good morning." Yunho came in.

"Morning." The 4 of you greeted back. Yunho's eyes narrowed in on the back of your head and a smile formed on his face. He was excited to see you again even if you just saw each other yesterday.

"Alright, lover boy. Don't block the way." Wooyoung said, pushing Yunho so he could get to the pantry.

"Wooyoung!" Seonghwa scolded. Your head sunk further, all the more you didn't want to turn around to face Yunho now.

"I..." Yunho grew flustered, running to the locker room to hide and cool down his burning cheeks. You whipped your head around to glare at Wooyoung.

"Shut up." You hissed.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, jagi." Wooyoung pinched your cheeks and cooed at you. You elbowed him in the ribs and went back to fixing the cake. Yunho emerged again, with an apron on. He went over to where you were.

"Hi, (y/n)." Yunho greeted softly as he stood beside you. You didn't stop your movements, focusing on the cake.

"Good morning, Yunho. Want to help me make coffee syrup for my cake?" You asked.

"Sure. What are you making?" He asked back.

"Opera cake. I need 300mL of strong coffee in this glass container for the syrup. And I need 100mL of strong coffee in a cup, I'll mix it into the buttercream later." You handed him the vessels.

"I can do that." He nodded and went to the front. You continued to mix the Joconde sponge and lay it out onto the backing sheets.

"I'm done." Yunho came back in with the two containers of coffee that you needed.

"Check the recipe card for how much sugar to mix into the glass container for the syrup. Leave the other one aside to cool." You told Yunho as Jongho helped you load the sheets of cake into the oven.

"I'm back." You came back to your station, where Yunho was mixing the sugar into the hot coffee to make the syrup that will go over the sponge cakes. You set a timer for the cakes and tucked the timer into the pocket of your apron. As you made the other components for that cake, Yunho assisted you.

"My cake is waiting to go into the oven. What's the last thing to do?" Jongho asked.

"French toast bake." You replied. However instead of using regular brioche bread, you decided to use leftover croissants, cut them and pour the egg-custard mixture over to bake it.

"What goes into an opera cake? It looks like there are a lot of components." Yunho tilted his head.

"It's thin layers of sponge cake then we paint syrup over it. We layer it alternating between coffee buttercream and chocolate ganache."

"That sounds difficult to make." He chuckled.

"It's not the easiest cake. But when you pour the chocolate glaze over and cut into it, seeing all the layers is really satisfying." You laughed. Yunho nodded, understanding where you were coming from.

"Morning!" Soon, the other boys arrived too. Although they didn't think much of Yunho standing at your station, talking and assisting you, Mingi sure knew the underlying meaning. After all, he was the only one that knew about the date that happened.

"Did you sleep well?" Yunho leaned over, asking softly, just for you to hear.

"I slept well with Yunnie by my side." You admitted, clearing your throat in embarrassment. You ended there, of course you wouldn't include that you hugged the manatee the whole night.

"Alright, front crew. For the french toast bake, it'll be inside on the warming plate." You said as you came out of the kitchen.

"Yes, ma'am." The 4 boys straightened up, paying attention to you.

"Then drizzle some maple syrup over and put a scoop of the mixed berries before serving. I'll leave the jug of syrup here." You placed the jug down on the counter.

"We can do that. Thanks, (y/n)." San smiled, his cute dimple popping through. You chuckled and headed back in.

"I mentioned mixed berries earlier, can you do that?" You spun on your heel, facing Yunho.

"Uh, yes?" Yunho leaned back slightly from how you suddenly spun and were nearly body to body with him. You smiled and nodded in approval before going back to the opera cake you were working on. Yunho stood there, dumbfounded. Honestly, he had no idea what he needed to do.

"Raspberries, blueberries, quarter the strawberries and half the blackberries." Seonghwa said as he walked past Yunho to go to the walk in to retrieve an ingredient.

"Right. I knew that..." He laughed nervously and went to the walk in, behind Seonghwa to get all the berries.

"Took you long enough." You teased when he returned to your side with the berries, a small chopping board and a paring knife.

"You made me flustered and just left me there all alone without helping me." He complained.

"Well, you said you knew what to do so I assumed you really knew what to do." You argued with a shrug. He let out a small 'hmph' before he began preparing the berries.

"First batch of caneles out." Wooyoung announced.

"You! You're not a part of the kitchen team, come out here to help when you're done." Hongjoong said, pointing at Yunho. Yunho pouted, he didn't want to leave your side. But he knew he needed to as the owner of the place.

"Finish up here and go help your team." You nudged him slightly, mixing the chocolate glaze for your opera cake. Yunho nodded obediently and continued his task.

"I have time before I'm assembling my cake. Anyone need hands?" You turned to the rest.

"I need help rolling the other roll cake." Wooyoung said.

"Hwa hyung, your timer is up. I'm pulling the first batch of your muffins out." Jongho said. Seonghwa nodded and helped Wooyoung with filling the canele molds to put the second batch in the oven.

"Roll cake is pre-rolled and resting in the towel. Where's the filling?" You asked Wooyoung.

"Whipped cream is in the walk in. The peaches have been skinned and are in the metal bowl at my work station." He informed.

"Got it." You nodded. Turning around, you saw that Yunho had already gone outside to help them set up for service. You knew you needed to focus on getting the morning bakes out so you did that. The boys and you pushed out the first round of stuff to put in the display case, giving some to the boys as breakfast.

"The muffins are good." Mingi said, breaking into one and giving Yeosang the other half.

"I like the crunchy top." Yeosang added, his mouth full of food. San put drinks on a tray for the kitchen crew and brought it into the kitchen, placing them on the middle island.

"Thanks, San hyung." Jongho came over first.

"You're welcome." He smiled. You took the iced coffee and took a sip, sighing blissfully as the taste of coffee.

When all the morning bakes were done and the restaurant was opened, you went out to take a break, wanting some fresh air before working on dinner stuff.

"Back from my break. Go ahead, Yunho." Mingi patted his best friend on the shoulder.

"Thanks, man." Yunho grabbed his coffee with him and headed straight for the kitchen. He didn't even need to check, he knew where you were, making a beeline for the back door. There you were, sitting on the curb like always. You turned around when you heard the door.

"Oh, Yunho." You visibly relaxed, a small smile on your face when you realised that it was him. That small gesture made Yunho proud, that he could get you to 'relax'.

"Hey, do you need your space? I can go somewhere else." Yunho politely asked first.

"No need. I don't mind you being around." You said, patting the space beside you like always. He sat down and smiled at you.

"What?" You chuckled as you took a sip of coffee. Yunho shook his head and ducked down to rest his head on your shoulder, the top of his head nuzzling your cheek like a puppy would.

"Is this okay?" Yunho cautiously asked. You let out a hum in response.

You both didn't know what kind of boundaries there were after the first date but individually, you were both more comfortable with showing affection to each other.

"Do I make work awkward?"

"No, you don't. I think it's normal to feel a little lost seeing each other outside of the date, especially at work. I don't know how much you want to tell San, Hongjoong and Yeosang, assuming Mingi knows almost everything already. But Wooyoung, Hwa and Jongho know about the date." You informed.

"I wanted to ask you before telling the rest. I wasn't sure if you were comfortable with that. But if you are okay with it, I'll tell them." Yunho said, lifting his head. You felt touched at how respectful he was.

"I'm fine, Yunho. You can tell them." You smiled at him.

"So, what's this about you thinking I was dating Seonghwa and that you were breaking a bro code?" You teased.

"He told you?! I mean, of course, I knew he would tell you. But you guys are always together so I just thought that you were dating already." He whined.

"It doesn't help that he calls you 'sweetheart'... Even Wooyoung calls you 'jagi'!" He added.

"Well, Wooyoung calls everyone 'jagi'. And I'm just teasing. At some point, everyone thought we were dating." You giggled.

"You're always teasing me." He playfully glared at you and jabbed your side.

"Seonghwa and I are just close. Like I told you yesterday." You assured him. A part of you wanted to add that he was the one you liked but you hesistated, it felt too fast and too soon to be blatantly declaring that to Yunho now.

"Anyway, next week, the Spring Carnival is coming. Would you like to go with me?" Yunho invited.

"As our second date?" You asked. He nodded his head, suddenly feeling a little nervous. Was a carnival too corny or childish to go to for a date?

"I'd love that." You said. Deep down, you knew that you would have a good time with Yunho no matter what you did or where you went.

"Although, I have something planned at noon. We could go afternoon or evening." You informed.

"I could pick you up and we could go from there if you'd like." Yunho offered. However, at his offer, you froze a little, it was as if he could see the cogs turning in your head.

"It's okay, I'll meet you at my place instead... Let's say 3?" You suggested. Yunho nodded, not insisting but he couldn't help the curiosity he felt. Especially when you had such a reaction.

"Alright. It's a date." Yunho let out a cheeky laugh of excitement, his eyes turning into cresent moons. One new thing you realised was that you would never get tired of looking at Yunho's smile. Unlike others, you didn't find his smile annoying or overbearing. It made you want to smile as well.

"Ah..." You threw your head back with a groan, shocking Yunho slightly.

"Are you okay?" He asked, concerned.

"Sorry, I just... I don't know..." You let out another groan of frustration. Yunho slightly ducked down and hugged you. You slowly hugged him back, arms wrapped around his neck.

"You know, usually the dog is the one with big feelings. Not the cat." Yunho chuckled, his chin resting on your shoulder.

"Did you just call me a cat?" You asked in disbelief. You felt Yunho nod, making you scoff.

"Cats and dogs traditionally aren't friends, you know?" You pointed out but you still made no move to pull away from the hug. Yunho didn't want to either, his arms wound around your waist.

"It's okay, we'll be the first cat and dog to become friends and then a couple." He joked.

"You're unbelieveable." You rolled your eyes. Seeing that the two of you had been out here for too long, you both went back in. Seonghwa shot you a look with raised eyebrows while Wooyoung nudged you teasingly.

"Stop it, let's prepare for dinner." You told them, grabbing your knife. The 3 boys snickered but obeyed. Yunho walked to the front, meeting the judgemental gazes of all his friends.

"What?" Yunho blinked.

"What do you mean 'what'? Yeosang caught you two cuddling out back. Since when?" Hongjoong asked.

"Okay, firstly, we weren't cuddling. It was just a hug. And secondly, we just had our first date yesterday. Nothing is official yet." Yunho sighed as he explained.

"And when were you going to tell us?" Yeosang crossed his arms.

"When (y/n) was ready for you guys to know. You know she values her privacy and the last thing I want to do is make her uncomfortable or awkward." Yunho replied. Mingi nodded in agreement.

"Wait, you knew? And you didn't mention anything?" San pointed an accusatory finger at Mingi.

"Hey, man. It wasn't my place to tell, you heard him, he's waiting for her to be ready to tell. And of course I knew, I'm his best friend since forever. Plus, it's just a date. Everyone goes on dates. Why are you so invested in Yunho's date?" Mingi shrugged. San, Yeosang and Hongjoong facepalmed.

"You know, Mingi ah, sometimes I'm glad you're the way you are." Yunho laughed, patting his best friend on the shoulder.

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