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gunilslaugh · 10 months

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Scared To Love

Goo Gunil

Summary: Gunil makes it obvious that he likes you, but after being hurt one too many times you’re scared to love again.

WC:~2k

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil was someone who you couldn’t quite call a stranger. You knew his name, that he played the drums, is a music major, and that he was into you. You worked at a cafe that had live music. More often than not music majors from the college three blocks away would sign up to play. Gunil being one of these said music majors. The first time he came to play he came with two others. You don’t know their names, but one played guitar and the other played the keyboard. Your cafe offers complimentary drinks to those who perform, so you brought the drinks over to the small group of boys, setting them on a nearby table.

“Here are your drinks, let me know if you need anything else,” you spoke politely, gaining their attention away from their instruments that they were setting up.

“Thank you.”

“Thanks.”

“Thank y-” Crash!!! The dude who was setting up his drums hit his head on one of his drum’s cymbals. His friends are quick to laugh at him.

“Are you alright?” you asked concerned.

“Oh uh ye-yeah!” He stands up, dusting imaginary dust from his pants and takes a hold of the cymbal, stabling it. “I’m ok. Your beauty just surprised me,” he said without shame.

“Seriously?”

“Dude?” Either of his friends chorus out while you let out a half chuckle, feeling awkward.

“Well since you’re ok I’ll get back to work. Have a good set,” you told them and walked back behind the counter.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise when Gunil returned to the cafe the next day.

“What can I get for you?” you said your usual line.

“An iced coffee and…” he pretends to think. “Your number” he gave you a flirty look. You lightly shook your head.

“Ok one iced coffee and nice try.” You went to go get his coffee.

“Wait!” he called you back. You stopped in your tracks turning back to face him.

“Yes?” you said.

“I hit my head because of you yesterday, can’t I get your number?” he pleaded.

“I’m sorry about that, but you said you were ok. Try again tomorrow,” you tell him with no actual intention of giving him your number.

Try again tomorrow Gunil did and the day after that and the day after that. He was persistent, but not pushy. Each day he would show up and try to woo you with some cringey flirting. Only for you to reject him. He would look disappointed, but show up again with a look of determination.

“Would it really kill you to give the guy your number? He comes in here everyday, he's clearly serious about you,” your coworker tells you after you rejected Gunil yet again.

“Serious about me? He doesn’t even know me,” you refuted.

“Cause you won’t let him,” they countered.

“Cause I’m not interested in dating. He’s wasting his time.” You wiped down the counter harsher than necessary.

“Then why haven’t you told him that?” They questioned.

“Constant rejection isn’t enough of a hint,” you say.

“You don’t directly say no though. You say stuff like. ‘Try again tomorrow.’ ‘Maybe next time.’ ‘Not today.’ or sometimes you just walk away without answering him,” your coworker calls you out. “Are you seriously not interested in him, not even a tiny bit?” They held up their thumb and pointer finger with a slim distance between them.

“No,” you said blanky. Even if you were interested in Gunil you wouldn’t do anything about it. Love has screwed you over one too many times and you weren’t gonna give it a chance to do it again. You didn’t want to get hurt again and you didn’t trust anyone to not hurt you. So even if you looked forward to Gunil coming into the cafe to try his luck with you. You were too scared to try your luck with him.

“Your usual?” you asked Gunil as he approached the counter.

“No, I think I need a decaf today, but I still want your number.” He seemed a bit nervous, stressed.

“I think tea works better for nerves,” you suggested. Gunil smiles.

“I’ll have tea then.” He sounds much happier, makes you think that maybe you were wrong about him seeming nervous.

“Which type?” you asked.

“Whatever you bring me, beautiful.” He winked. You let out a half chuckle, leaving to go make his tea.

“So you do care about him.” Your coworker appeared beside you, making you jump.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say as you fill Gunil’s cup with hot tea.

“ ‘I think tea works better for nerves.’,” they mocked you.

“He seemed stressed and decaf wasn’t going to help,” you explained.

“It wouldn’t have hurt either,” they pointed.

“I was just being nice. Go back to work.” You shooed them away, placing the lid onto the now warm cup.

“Here’s your tea, honey lavender.” You placed Gunil’s drink on the counter.

“Thank you, pretty.” He picks up the cup.

“You’re welcome. Have a good day,” you said your usual line.

“It’s always a good day when I see you y/n,” Gunil said as he walked towards the exit. You playfully rolled your eyes.

Gunil was back with his friends to play another set. You brought them their complimentary drinks, setting them on the table, like you did last time.

“Here are your drinks. Gunil don’t hit your head again and let me know if you need anything else,” you say.

“I’m still waiting for your number,” Gunil states as you're about to walk away.

“Keep waiting,” you tell him and walk back behind the counter. After Gunil and his friends finished playing their set you saw two girls approach them. You watched as they began to talk to Gunil. You didn’t like the feeling that started to bubble up in your stomach. Gunil then looks over at you, both of your eyes meeting. You quickly look away, beginning to wipe the counter as if you weren’t staring. However you couldn’t fight the urge to look back over at Gunil. When you did you saw the two girls walking away. The bad feeling in your stomach didn’t go away. Suddenly Gunil appeared in front of where you stood at the counter.

“I didn’t give it to them,” he informed you.

“What?” you questioned.

“One of them asked for my number, but I didn’t give it to them,” he clarified. The bad feeling in your stomach went away, but that scared you even more.

“Why are you telling me this? It’s not my business,” you dismissed, trying your best to mask how you really felt on the inside.

“I want it to be your business. You’re the only one I want to give my number to, which is why.” Gunil slides a napkin over to you. You look down at it to see that his number is written on it. It makes your heart pound. “While I wait for your number, you can have mine. Do whatever you want with it,” he smiled.

“Ok.” You didn’t know what else to say. Gunil bid you a goodbye, leaving you alone with his number and feeling terrified as you stared at it. Not being able to stare at it any longer you grabbed the napkin, crumbling it up and shoving it into the pocket of your apron. You didn’t know what to do.

The next day Gunil came into the cafe just as he always does. You almost ran away to hide in the back, but your coworker already left for the day, leaving you as the only one to work the counter.

“The usual?” you tried to sound normal.

“Yes please,” he answered. You moved to prepare his drink. Feeling hyper aware of his crumpled number in your pocket. You came back to the counter with Gunil’s drink in your hand.

Taking a moment to swallow the lump in your throat before speaking.

“Are you busy?” you asked, keeping his drink on your side of the counter.

“No, why?” he returned

“I close up in fifthteen minutes so…” Your throat tightens up and you push his drink over to his side of the counter.

“I’ll wait.” His eyes shone brightly.

“You don’t know if fifteen minutes ever felt so fast or so slow as you hang up your apron. You anxiously held the napkin with Gunil’s number on it. Taking a few breaths before heading over the table where Gunil was waiting.

“There you are,” Gunil said happily as you sat down.

“Yeah,” you murmured. Silence encased the two of you. You tried to find the words to speak, but your throat felt tight, your heart was beating hard and your hands felt clammy.

“Don’t you have something to tell me?” Gunil checks.

“Oh yeah I do it just..uh..” you brought up your hand that was holding the napkin. “I don’t know what to do with this.” You hesitantly opened your hand, letting the crumpled napkin fall onto the table. Gunil breaks out into a shining smile and a light laugh.

“Why do you look so happy?” you questioned.

“Because you kept it. I thought you threw it away,” he tells you.

“I don’t know what to do with it though,” you said.

“Stand up,” Gunil orders you.

“What?”

“Stand up,” he repeats with a chuckle. You do as you're told and stand up.

“Walk over to the trash.” You looked at Gunil oddly, but still did as he said walking over to the trash.

“Throw it away.” He nodded his head in the direction of the trash.

“Huh?” your brows came together.

“Throw it away,” he repeated.

“You want me to throw your number away?” you asked.

“Throw it away,” he said again. You lifted your hand that contained the napkin with Gunil’s number on it, but froze before you could let it fall into the trash. You didn’t want to.

“I don’t want to,” you said out loud.

“Then what do you want to do with it?” Gunil prompted.

“I told you I don’t know.” you let your hand fall back beside you.

“You do know. You know you don’t want to throw it away, which also means you want to keep it, doesn’t it?” You did want to keep it and that scared you. You nodded your head.

“See you do know what to do with it. Keep it.” You walked back over to the table taking a seat again.

“If I keep it doesn’t that mean you’d be waiting for me to contact you?” you questioned.

“You don’t have to contact me,” he told you.

“Don’t you want me to?” You inferred.

“Of course I want you too, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he said. Another silence encases the two of you.

“I’m scared,” you revealed softly.

“What?” Gunil asked.

“I’m scared to love someone. I got hurt in the past and now I’m scared to love someone again,” you confessed. Now Gunil understood the way you were acting.

“I’m not asking you to love me y/n. You know that I like you though, so if you give me a chance and face your fear I promise I’ll treat you the absolute best. If I ever hurt you I’ll beat myself to a pulp,” he says. The fact that you’re thinking over his words and thinking about giving him a chance scares you.

The next day your heart pounded as you wrote your number on Gunil’s cup, even had a second cup ready to go just in case you chickened out.

“Here’s your drink,” you passed the cup, with your number on it, to Gunil. “Have a goo-”

“Best day ever!” Gunil cuts you off, doing a fist pump, making you laugh. You were still scared to love, however Gunil was making being scared worth it. “Thank you!” He expresses eyes filled with sincerity.

“Take good care of it.” (me) You point your finger at him.

“The best-est” He swore….and he did.

#I think I liked this more in my head....#xdinary heroes #xdh #xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xh gunil #gunil x reader #goo gunil #koo gunil #gunil

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riordanness · 1 year

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the way i loved you - percabeth

4.0K wordcount

warnings: rivals to lovers,, fast burn?,, cringey writing,, mortal au

requested: no

- Percy -

I slid into my seat on Monday morning. We have assigned seating in nearly every class now (it definitely wasn't mostly my fault) which was pretty annoying, but at least I wasn't sitting near anybody I hated.

Well, I mean...

I glanced at the classroom door. Annabeth Chase stood in the doorway for half a moment, quickly scanning the room with her bright grey eyes. She spotted me, and immediately pretended not to.

Annabeth Chase and I were lifelong rivals. We'd grown up together and everything, but she was a pain, and I'd disliked her since I first met her at seven years old, when she'd demanded I play house her way, and when I'd refused, called me a stupid boy who didn't understand rules.

Now that we were in high school, we were even bigger enemies. We had the exact same timetable, and we were always in the same classes together, which was so annoying.

I rolled my eyes as Annabeth deliberately sat down at the front of the class. She was such a show-off in class, always putting up her hand to answer every question. And she always had the right answers! It was infuriating.

I decided to sit at the desk beside her. I could annoy her more if I sat right by her. There wasn't much in life I enjoyed more than being able to utterly infuriate Annabeth Chase.

She shot me a hateful glare as I sat down, but I just smirked at her in return. She groaned, rolled her eyes, and looked away from me, fixing her gaze on our teacher, Mr Day.

I laughed to myself as I studied her annoyed expression. Honestly, aggravating her never got old.

- Annabeth -

Ugh, Percy Jackson was going to be the death of me. I seriously could not get why he was so insistent on aggravating me. I mean, yeah, we were rivals, always had been, but he never ever stopped! I wouldn't mind having a break from constantly being his enemy. I might even like being his friend, but I knew that was completely out of the question.

I firmly put Percy Jackson out of my mind, and focused solely on our assignment the day: Things I Like Best. Why that was our assigned essay title, I had no idea. I mean, we were seventeen year olds. We weren't eight.

I raised my hand. "Uh, Mr Day?" I asked. "I'm very sorry, but I got distracted in class the other day; why exactly are we writing this essay again?"

Mr Day sighed a little, but since I was pretty much his star student, I think he forgave me.

"Well, Miss Chase. The things we like and dislike shape who we are. I want you guys to really dig deep into your personal likes and dislikes and discover what kind of person you are. Got it?"

A few kids were shaking their heads, a couple were falling asleep, and the idiotic sporty boys (*cough* Percy *cough*) were all goofing around.

Mr Day seemed to deflate a little. I sympathised with him. Teaching high school students must be on of the hardest jobs out there, honestly. I could never do it. Some days I could barely stand being one of the students!

"Well... alright... Miss Chase, what is your favourite song?" Mr Day asked, peering at me from over his steel-rimmed glasses.

I hesitated. I thought about my dad, and his favourite song. 'Mrs Jackson' had been his favourite song for as long as I could remember. Whenever I listened to it, I could picture his smile.

"Mrs Jackson," I replied.

Percy glanced at me, his eyebrows raised in slight, mocking curiosity.

I glared at him, embarrassed, thought I wasn't sure why. "Not you, Seaweed Brain. Ugh."

Percy smirked, tried to hide it, and failed. "Uh, sure thing... Wise Girl."

I went red, from embarrassment, hate, or anger, I wasn't sure. I turned aside and tried to ignore him... and my burning cheeks.

"Well, um, yes," Mr Day said, running a hand through his dark hair. "Now, why is that your favourite song, Miss Chase?"

I paused, but not for long. "It's my Dad's favourite song. It- it reminds me of him."

Mr Day seemed pleased. "That's lovely, Miss Chase. Now, that like is a part of shaping who you are. A girl who is close to her dad."

I tried to keep a straight face. Close to my dad? I didn't even know where he lived anymore. I'd run away at the age of twelve, and never looked back. I lived in a mixture of cardboard boxes, bridges, and people's doorways. I didn't even have a home.

No, I wasn't close to my dad. I just missed him, with all my heart. But I know he hadn't wanted me back then, and he wouldn't want me any more now, either.

But I obviously wasn't going to tell Mr Day any of that. I put on a smile, nodded, and put my full attention on my notebook, writing furiously.

At one point, I was gazing into space, trying to think of the right way to put a certain word into a certain sentence, when I realised I was staring at someone. Namely; Percy Jackson.

He was looking at me with a smug expression. An eyebrow raised. A smirk played at his lips. His infuriating smirk, always on his mouth. It was adorable, but I hated it. Hated how I liked it.

I rolled my eyes at him. "What are you looking at?" I asked, pouring as much sarcasm into my words as possible.

Percy's other eyebrow joined the first one. "You're the one staring, darling."

I gritted my teeth. He knew how much I hated when he called me that. What he didn't know was the reason I had then it. I hated the way it made my insides crawl with delightful butterflies, hated the way I wanted him to call me that again, more than anything.

Even though Percy knew I hated it, he did it anyway. I hated that boy more than anything. He was infuriating, awful, disruptive, aggravating, gorgeous... gorgeous?

What was I thinking? I shook those thoughts away. Percy Jackson was on my blacklist. I was never going to go there. Not ever.

"Jackson," I said sweetly. "I will never willingly stare at you. In fact, if you had half a brain, you'd probably realise that since we are in class, I was simply trying to think, and was staring into space, not realising a person was there."

I sat up straighter. "Also, you know I hate it when you call me names like that. Please do not."

Percy smirked. "Sure thing... darling."

I groaned, and slumped forward on the desk. There was no hope. Percy Jackson was a pain, and he always would be. I supposed I would just have to try my best to deal with him forever.

- Percy -

I laughed quietly to myself as I watched Annabeth lay her head on her arms. Percy: one — Annabeth: zero.

I stared down at my paper. There was three words on it. I groaned internally. I guess I'd fail this class too. Whatever. In my opinion, writing essays on who you were deep inside was not going to help me with my life. Like, at all.

My thoughts wandered. Back to what Annabeth had said earlier. Her favourite song... "Mrs Jackson". Not gonna lie, when I heard that I think I genuinely had a brain malfunction for a second. I had to double check she didn't mean, like... me and her. Luckily, she hadn't.

And then I'd caught her staring... huh. Biting the end of my pencil, I considered that. Did Annabeth have a crush on me? Surely not. She was always so mean to me, and I was mean to her, too.

Still... you know what people say: if a boy is mean to you in school, he probably likes you. Now, I was definitely not interested in Annabeth. Not even a little bit. But maybe that rule applied to her in this particular situation? That could be the reason she was mean to me.

I was just mean in response to her. I never really started it. At least not like half of the time.

I honestly wished we could just get over this stupid rivalry, I thought. I was sick of it. Why couldn't we just be friends now? I was almost seventeen. This childish thing we had going on was getting a bit old.

Maybe if I tried being nice to Annabeth, she'd see that it was getting to the point of ridiculousness, too.

- Annabeth -

The end of the school day was finally here. I glanced in my backpack, quickly taking stock of all of my supplies. I had two sets of clean clothes, my school books, my phone, about $20 in cash (I was trying to save that for an major emergency though), a water bottle, and a few bags of snacks.

I had three granola bars, two chocolate bars, an apple, and some trail mix. Enough to last me three, maybe four days before I needed to get more food. Five days, if I really stretched it.

I headed to the local library as soon as the bell rang. That was where I spent most of my afternoons. I could charge my phone, do my homework, relax, and just be in a safe place for a few hours.

When it shut, however, was the worse time of day. When I was forced back out into the streets.

It was growing dark. I shivered, and pulled my jacket around me tighter. All my usual sleeping places were either taken by animals, trash bags, or other homeless people, and I was struggling to find a dry place to lay.

Usually I opted for doorways with little archways over them, or bridges with those little platforms underneath. I couldn't find a single one.

After it had grown fully dark, I found myself wandering the streets of Upper East Side, Manhattan. I decided to just choose a random apartment and hope for the best.

I passed a slightly familiar dark blue Prius on the side of the street, and walked up the apartment it was parked nearest to.

I curled up on the front steps, pulled my hood over my curly blonde hair, wrapped my jacket tighter around my thin frame, and closed my eyes.

- Percy -

I woke to the smell of freshly cooked pancakes. Even better, they were my mom's blue, chocolate chip cookie pancakes. I jumped out of bed, pulled on my jeans and a blue T-shirt, and rushed into the kitchen.

"That smells amazing, Mom!" I grinned.

"Thanks, honey," my mother replied, giving me one of her beautiful smiles. "How did you sleep?”

I shrugged. "Yeah, good. Hey, I wanted to ask your advice on something."

Her eyebrows raised in question.

I nervously tapped my fingers against the bench top as I watched her pile a stack of pancakes on a plate for me. "Uh, well... you know Annabeth? Annabeth Chase?"

My mother nodded.

"Well, I'm sick of being enemies with her. I honestly want to be friends. This whole rivalry thing is getting on my nerves. I don't enjoy teasing her anymore. I mean, she's... ugh, I don't know."

I hung my head, biting my lip. "You know?"

My mother looked amused. She poured me a glass of orange juice. "Percy, honey, if you want to be her friend, I think you should just start by being as nice as possible. It's likely she'll retaliate for a while, but you never know. She might melt, and you guys could be good friends."

I nodded slowly. "Thanks, Mom. You always know exactly what to say." She honestly was the best person in the world.

She smiled. "You're welcome, Percy. I love you. Now eat up, and get ready for school."

I nodded, and dove into my pancakes with relish. (I mean, with pleasure. I didn't actually have any relish).

- Annabeth -

I woke to a gruff man standing over me. "Get off the steps, you hooligan! We don't need your lot sleeping on our front porches! Get lost!"

I stumbled to my feet, fingers closing alright my backpack, and I scrambled off the steps. "S-sorry, sir," I stammered, backing slowly away. "I didn't- I didn't mean—"

"Away with you!" was the only reply.

I bit my lip, turned, and hurried away, brushing the tears away with the back of my hand.

I sling my backpack over my shoulder and glanced behind me. In a window of the apartment, on the third floor, a boy stood for a moment. And, I'll be damned, but I could've sworn it was Percy Jackson.

Percy Jackson...

Our rivalry had gone on so long I couldn't even remember how it had started. Honestly, it was so long ago, why were we still fighting? This endless war between us was slowly but surely pulling me down into the depths. I felt exhausted and depressed and so, so sick of being alive.

I honestly wished we could just be friends now. Surely I could give it a try? It couldn't hurt. He might even agree with me, and say that it was high time we were friends.

I set my jaw, straightened my shoulders, and headed to school.

- Percy -

I stood at my window for a few seconds, staring out at the city of New York. My eyes flitted down to the street below me. A homeless looking girl with blonde hair and a green backpack was being moved on by a guy I knew lived on the second floor.

Hmm, blonde hair and a green backpack? I squinted hard, I couldn't quite be sure, but— I could've sworn that girl was Annabeth.

I shook my head. Surely that couldn't be right. But then again, as I thought about it more, I'd never heard anything about where Annabeth lived. She'd never told me, and, well, we weren't really friends or anything. We barely ever talked about anything personal. We just argued and bickered and fight most of the time.

I blew out my breath, glanced down at my feet, and headed downstairs. It was time for school, and I didn't want to be late again.

I arrived at school the exact moment the bell rang. I was out of breath from running all five blocks to get here, but at least I wasn't technically late.

- Annabeth -

I let out a long sigh, clutching my schoolbooks tight against my chest. I shivered once in the cold, then stepped inside the school building. Once again, I had to be here. Once again, a day of hell.

I could do this, right?

I quickly came to the conclusion that, no, I really could not do this. I constantly felt like curling into a ball and covering myself with a blanket. Oh, and crying. I definitely wanted to be crying.

I hurried to my first class, Geometry. I didn't exactly dislike the subject, I just didn't find it particularly engaging. I was sure it could be made more fun for the students, and one day I hoped that some reached someday took the time to actually make it that way.

I reached the classroom door just as the bell for first period rang. Thank goodness I wasn't late.

Pushing open the classroom door, I quickly scanned the available desks. Only two were free, one double desk, and a single beside the girl I only knew because she was the weird 'theatre kid'. The one who always sang aloud during class, wore dozens of rainbow-coloured bangles on her wrists, had coloured streaks in her hair, and thought anyone who did not participate in Drama was a total loser.

Yeah... I wasn't sitting with her. I did not have the mental energy to deal with that today at all.

I slid into the double desk seat, sitting against the wall. I leant my shoulder a little too heavily on the white plaster, my head suddenly pounding. My temples throbbed.

Every part of me ached.

Ached with exhaustion. Pain. An ache I couldn't identify. I was craving something I couldn't even name.

- Percy -

I walked into my first class. The first thing I noticed was Annabeth Chase. She was sitting at her desk, her forehead resting on the wood. She looked like she was in pain, and it suddenly saddened me to realise that no one in the classroom had even noticed.

I slid quietly next to her on the double bench chair. "Hey, you okay?" I asked, keeping my voice soft.

Annabeth straightened quickly, almsot in fright, as if she was used to people startling her. Her grey eyes was glistening, I think with tears. "What?"

I gave her a concerned look. "Are you okay?" I repeated.

She started to nod, but then slowly stopped, and shook her head once. "Not really..." she whispered. I was immediately worried about how awful her voice sounded. It was slightly raspy and tight, like she was trying her hardest not to burst into tears.

I chewed my lip. I wasn't sure what to say now. I hadn't really expected her to reply, at least not that.

"What do you need?" I asked.

Annabeth stared down at her stack of workbooks. "I'm not sure I should be talking to you about this."

"Hey, don't worry about it. Look," I sighed. "I'm really sorry about the way I've treated you. I took the teasing a little too far and I'm really sorry about that. Can we start over?

Annabeth hesitated. Then, she nodded. "Okay."

I smiled. "Okay. Um, so what's wrong?"

Annabeth glanced towards the front of the room, but the teacher hadn't yet noticed we were talking. That was when I realised Annabeth was sitting at the back of the class. She never did that.

"So, um..." Annabeth twirled a pen between her fingers. "Well, basically... I've been homeless since I was twelve, and... it's getting harder and harder to deal with lately."

I blinked, stunned. When I finally got my voice back, all I could manage to say was: "Oh, gosh, Annabeth... I'm so sorry."

She shrugged one shoulder. "It's fine. I'm used to it by now. My dad didn't want me. I was the result of something he really wanted to forget, so I was a constant reminder of what he'd done. So, when I was twelve, I... I just left. I knew he wanted me gone, so I've been living on the streets ever since. But it's... it's fine."

I shook my head adamantly. "No. That's... gosh, that's awful. You are coming to stay with me and my mum tonight. Actually, for as long as you need."

She met my eyes. "Percy, I... I can't let you do that."

"Nonsense," I insisted. I had the idea now, and I wasn't going to let her change my mind. "It's no trouble at all, and we've got a spare room in our apartment. I promise, it's fine."

She bit her lower lip, thinking. "O-okay. Thank you, Percy."

I smiled a little. "'S okay."

She finally managed a small smile too. "That means a lot. Really, thank you."

- Annabeth -

"Are you sure your mother won't mind?" I asked for what must have been the millionth time.

Percy chuckled. "Yes, Beth, I'm sure."

"Beth?" I asked incredulously. It was a new nickname, something no one had ever called me before in my life. But... I liked it.

He paused. "Oh, sorry. Do you hate that nickname?"

I considered it. "No, I actually kinda like it."

"Okay," he said, grinning. "Good." He continued up the front steps of his apartment building, the same building I'd slept under last night.

"So it was you looking out at me this morning!" I exclaimed suddenly.

Percy looked at me. "Yeah, I guess so. You were the girl outside.

I nodded. "Yeah."

Percy looked a little grim. "Okay, come on up. I'll introduce you to my mum."

Percy's mother was the best person I'd ever met. She was so lovely and kind to me, literally treating me like a daughter of her own from the second I walked in the door.

She immediately took me under her wing, washing me and lending me some of her old clothes to change into.

"Hmm..." Sally said. "I don't seem to have any tops your size, honey. You'll have to borrow a few t-shirts or hoodies from Percy until we can get you some of your own."

I nodded. "Okay. I really appreciate this, Ms Jackson."

"Oh please." She waved me off. "Call me Sally."

"Okay. Thank you Sally."

"You're welcome, Annabeth. Anytime, you hear?"

"Alright."

Percy poked his head through the door. "Here you go, Mum." He handed us an armful of shirts and hoodies. "Hope some of those fit."

He disappeared, and I found myself staring at the doorway, daydreaming a little.

"Okay," Sally's voice brought me back to the present. I blinked. Sally was watching me, an amused expression on her face.

"What?" I asked.

Sally smiled. "Here you are, dear." She passed me a shirt and hoodie, and left the room, closing the door behind her.

I slipped off the dressing gown she'd lent me, and pulled Percy's t-shirt over my head. It was a little big, but that didn't matter. I added the hoodie, and ran my hands through my hair. It wasn't too messy, so I just tied it back with a hairband and headed out into the lounge room.

Percy and Sally were waiting. When I entered the room, Percy stared at me for a moment.

"What?" I asked nervously.

He blinked. "No, nothing."

"Okay..." I shifted a little. "Thanks for the clothes."

"You're welcome."

I smiled. "Um, and thank you both so much for letting me stay here. It's honestly the nicest thing anyone has done for me in a long time."

Percy's eyes darkened. "It's no trouble at all, Beth."

Sally gave us a both a look I didn't understand, then grabbed her keys and wallet off the bench. "Well, I've gotta go buy some groceries. You kids be good." And she was gone.

Percy and I stood in silence for a few awkward minutes. "What you wanna do?" Percy finally asked.

I shrugged. "I don't mind. You can choose."

He picked up the remote and flicked on the TV. "What kind of movies are you into?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. I haven't seen many movies," I replied. "You can choose, I don't mind at all."

"Honestly, I love Disney movies," Percy admitted. He turned on Tangled.

"Fair enough," I laughed. "I haven't seen this in years."

Percy shot me a smile, and my heart gave an unexpected flutter.

I smiled back a little uncertainly, then focused on the TV screen. Halfway through the movie, though, I felt my eyelids starting to grow heavier. I tried to stay awake, but exhaustion suddenly flooded me. My eyes closed, my head dropped, and I fell asleep.

- Percy -

Annabeth suddenly dropped her head onto my shoulder. I glanced at her in confusion, then realised she was asleep. Trying not to wake her up, I shifted ever so slightly so she would be more comfortable, then gently lay a lap blanket over her.

I tried to focus on the movie, but her gentle breathing kept distracting me. After a while, I realised I was watching her more than I was watching the movie.

I clicked off the TV, glancing again at Annabeth. She shifted in her sleep once, but that was all. A strand of curly blonde hair fell in front of her face. As carefully as I could, I picked it up and tucked it behind her ear.

Suddenly, without thinking about it, I leant forward and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Sweet dreams, Beth," I whispered, and smiled.

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #percabeth fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #percabeth one shot #percy jackson x annabeth chase #rick riordan #pjo fanfic

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project-doomsday · 1 year

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The Origin of Doomsday

Hello, everyone! I’m EMatooney and welcome to my side blog of my AU project: Doomsday!

As many people from the 2000s, we all had that one weird phase we were into, and that was Invader Zim. C’mon admit it! We all had our fair share of cringe. As for me, I was a HUGE Invader Zim fan. I was completely obsessed as a child, I had scarfs, shirts, I’d even try to dress up as Zim and run around pretending to be him. And… there were also many fanfictions I wrote BUT BESIDES THAT. I was extremely obsessed. But as time went on, I grew out of it and got into other things instead. Zim became a distant childhood memory and a cringey one at that. Everytime I’d think about Zim my whole body would cringe as all those memories would come crashing back. Not fun.

So, that leaves us with one question: How did you get back into it? And the answer to that is:

By sheer embarrassment and self loathing.

Last year I was at my job doing my business when a little thought came into my mind. It was Invader Zim. Immediately I tried to push the thought away but it kept coming back like a little damn cockroach. So, I did what any rational person would do! I decided to draw him. But with a twist. I drew him as how I would perceive him. In the show, Zim is a complete fucking idiot but believe it or not he's actually really good at killing people. No, I’m not kidding! When Zim is actually being competent he can be terrifying! I mean, have you SEEN Dark Harvest?!? Oh, and what about that time when he, oh I dunno, RIPPED OUT KEEF’S EYEBALLS? Or when he did literal dissection on a fetus in HIS CLASS. Or that time he launched a chicken to space while taunting it or turning that man into a squid? Not to mention WHEN HE ACTUALLY KILLED DIB IN ONE EPISODE. Need I say more?

Zim is a monster, he is insane. If you take away those moments of him being an idiot he could be the most terrifying person on the entire show. So, that’s what I drew, a scary, edgy competent version of Zim. And when I saw this drawing something in my head clicked. I… actually like this. That’s when I made the most dumbest idea I’ve ever made in my entire life. The most dumbest, batshit insane idea I’ve ever come up with.

“What if I made an Invader Zim AU?”

And that my friends is how Doomsday was born. Pretty pathetic, am I right? Well, I would say that if I had any sort of sanity left but I’ve fallen this far from grace so to hell with it. Honestly though, even though Doomsday came from dumb idea it’s also a bit of a love letter to Jhonen Vasquez. He’s been thrown in the wringer with Nickelodeon and it’s honestly pretty sad! I mean, imagine you create your own series and you’ve put a lot of love and care into it, right? You put it in and it gets made into a TV show, and as soon as you get to work the higher ups tell you, “Oh, no we can’t have that. That’s too dark for kids, you’ll need to change it.” And they just keep changing your story over and over and over. A story you worked so hard to make, a story that has so much meaning to you and you aren’t even allowed to express your true creativity. That’s fucked up! Fuck Nickelodeon for that! I feel so sorry for Jhonen and all he’s been through. That’s another reason why I made this AU. To somewhat bring Jhonen’s original version of Invader Zim to life with a twist of my own. And also a big middle finger to Nickelodeon, honestly, fuck them.

Now, do I expect this AU to get popular? Probably not. I’d like for it to! Do I expect to get made fun of? Yes. Undoubtedly. And I welcome it.

Even though this series has brought me so much joy and crippling embarrassment, I have to say one more thing. Thank you, Jhonen. Thank you for creating Invader Zim. You have brought me and so many others joy because of your show. Invader Zim has been a major part of my life and has even got me through the darkest moments. Even though I want to punt him across the field like a football, I love Zim and even though he couldn’t invade the world, he invaded my heart. Thank you.

Okay, enough with the mushy bullshit. Sorry for the long drawn out post! It’s something I’ve been dying to share with people. Feel free to ask me questions about the series! I’d love to answer them! I’ll be sure to update and post often so be on the lookout!! Until then, see y’all next time! Love ya! ❤️

EMatooney

#invader zim #au #doomsday au #posts #rants

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jinsbedroom · 2 years

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jinkook au where celebrity jungkook and his girlfriend goes to a roof top restaurant, nice and open for paparazzi to take pics of them. but when chef seokjin comes out to greet them, jungkook forgets all about the cameras and basically throws himself at seokjin.

—

the public have been on jungkook’s ass about his love life, which really isn’t any of their business. but at some point, the rumors were getting out of hand and he just wanted to buy himself some peace. so he asks his friend yoonji to pretend to be his girlfriend for a while.

they go on dates in very public or open spaces where they can be caught. when they get private rooms at restaurants, they make sure it’s one with a great view or a huge window so they can be spotted from outside. they hold hands and giggle with each other, talking about their crushes or upcoming events. they buy themselves expensive matching jewelry, which they think is really cute. to them, they’re just being best friends, but to the public, they seem in love.

it was easy. jungkook gets to hang out with his friend every week and no rumors will surface. he can hang out with all of his other friends too and the public won’t question him. it’s a win win. the people get what they want, and he gets to be seen in public with other humans.

… that is until they go to a famous roof top restaurant for a date. they do what they usually do: eat and chat while getting their photos taken from afar. and then the chef comes out to greet them in the middle of their meal.

“i’m seokjin, the chef and owner of this restaurant. thank you for dining here! i heard from the server that you really enjoyed the food. dessert’s on me! also, can i get an autograph? i’m a fan of your work, jungkook!”

jungkook really doesn’t know what to do with himself at that moment. he’s seen handsome men but none as handsome as the one standing in front of him now.

yoonji smiles. she knows exactly what’s going on in his head.

“jungkook would be happy to do that for you! wouldn’t he?” she kicks him hard from under the table to pull him out of his trance.

“y-yeah! sure!!” when seokjin walks away, yoonji laughs at him.

“did i just witness you falling in love at first sight or do you always have that dumb look on your face? ask him out or i will!”

“don’t tease me! i’ll ask him out… and you didn’t have to kick me that hard!”

for the rest of their time dining at the restaurant, jungkook aggressively flirts with seokjin when he comes by to check on them. jungkook has no idea how he got so bold (and cringey) but he couldn’t stop word vomiting every time seokjin came by.

“you look really good in those pants, bet you’d look good without them too.”

“the way i see it, you’re the only 10 here, everyone else is an 8.”

“has anyone ever told you that your lips are pretty? i’d kiss them if you let me.”

every time jungkook said something like that, seokjin’s ears would turn red, trying not to laugh, and then he’d glance over at jungkook’s girlfriend to see her hiding a smile behind her hand. he notices that once he leaves their table to check on other customers, jungkook would hide his face in his hands and groan, loudly. and yoonji would laugh at him. seokjin suspects that maybe… this is what they’re into? they want him as a third?

and seokjin thinks his suspicions about them are confirmed when jungkook blatantly asks him if he’s single and if he’s interested— which he is. he’s interested in jungkook at least, and hopes that doesn’t offend yoonji. he just doesn’t swing that way.

“is it okay if i kiss you? we just met, but i’m already excited to see you later.” jungkook asks as they’re leaving the restaurant.

“uh… yeah. i’d be okay with that.” seokjin smiles.

so jungkook pulls seokjin in by the waist and gives him a kiss on the cheek. seokjin makes eye contact with yoonji as this is happening and she just winks at him. then she hooks onto jungkook’s arm as they leave. maybe this isn’t a threesome situation? maybe they’re just in a very open relationship? seokjin is a little confused but he figures he can just talk to jungkook about it later whenever he calls to set up their date.

the next day, pictures of jungkook kissing seokjin in front of his girlfriend make headlines.

JUNGKOOK CHEATING ON YOONJI WITH FAMOUS CHEF SEOKJIN? FOOD IS THE WAY TO A MAN’S HEART, THEY SAY.

JUNGKOOK FLIRTS WITH CHEF SEOKJIN IN FRONT OF GIRLFRIEND ALL NIGHT, SAYS A RESTAURANT PATRON.

JUNGKOOK AND YOONJI SEEN LEAVING ARM IN ARM, HAPPY. WAS IT JUST A HARMLESS KISS?

“—another patron at the restaurant came forward and claimed that he was harassing the chef all night. the chef seemed uncomfortable with his advances and—” jungkook shuts off the tv.

“this is so fucked.” he sighs.

that morning, his manager had called him and told him stay away from social media and the news, but he couldn’t help himself. he had a texts from yoonji asking if he was okay and apologizing for not being careful, to which he responded that it wasn’t her fault.

he was the one who made moves on seokjin to begin with. yoonji was just there supporting him, as any best friend would. they made plans to go on another date in a few days, but the person jungkook really wants a date with is seokjin.

oh god, is seokjin okay? it completely slipped his mind while he was worrying about himself and yoonji that seokjin is also in this situation. he calls seokjin a few times, with no luck. so he grabs his things, a mask and a cap, and goes to the roof top restaurant.

—

seokjin isn’t the type of check the news everyday, but when yoongi, his best friend and business partner, texts him to tell him to stay home for the week… he gets curious. maybe it was a bad idea to let jungkook kiss him in public like that. he should have been careful. especially with a world famous celebrity like jungkook. especially when they were nothing to each other. they only just met yesterday. they only spoke for 15 minutes max.

seokjin lays in bed and wonders if jungkook had just been playing with him. after all, his girlfriend was right there too. maybe all that laughter and… jungkook’s embarrassed groans… maybe he read it all wrong? why would they want him as a third? why did he think that? would jungkook even want to go out with him if he didn’t want to go out with yoonji? he didn’t even know what their relationship is like. he literally knows nothing about them.

he thinks he’s ridiculous. did he really think jungkook actually wanted to date him? he lets out a laugh of disbelief.

and over a man who literally came to your restaurant with his girlfriend for a date, you let yourself think he wanted you? he thinks.

it’s been a really long time since he’s wanted to go on a date with anyone. he’s not anti-love or anything, but after a traumatizing relationship from years ago, he‘s just being more careful with his heart and more selective with the people he surrounds himself with.

he’s been a fan of jungkook’s work for quite some time, therefore, he knows about him to some degree. so when jungkook started (badly) flirting with him, he couldn’t help but think ‘what if’ and just like that he let himself hope for more.

a spontaneous and reckless move.

and he really only has himself to blame in this situation. he should have known when he didn’t get any texts or calls after jungkook left. he wanted to think that jungkook lost the paper that he wrote his number on, but…

“stop stop stop. no self pity in this household. you are a handsome, capable, wonderful human being, kim seokjin. don’t be disappointed in yourself for believing you’re wanted by someone else.” he says to himself, as tears start to form.

that’s the thing, isn’t it? he knows he could pull anyone— in fact, there’s probably a long line of people who want to take him out on a date. he’s an attractive man with a great personality, and a famous chef on top of all that. but it took years of healing for him to come to realize that about himself. it took years for him to pick himself back up and put himself back together after hitting rock bottom with his mental health.

he’s not going to let his insecurities about some guy he only talked to for 15 minutes make him feel bad about himself. not when he worked so hard to build up his confidence. so he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand before any tears fall and gets out of bed. since he can’t go to work all week, he decides he would come up with some new special menu recipes for his restaurant.

he goes to the kitchen and puts on his apron before opening the fridge to see what he has to work with. he likes to treat the creation of special menus as though he’s in a cooking competition show where he has a limited resources.

it isn’t something he has time to do anymore. he and yoongi used to do new special menus all the time, but when the restaurant became more popular, they couldn’t keep up. he decides it would be a good idea to call yoongi to ask what his main ingredient should be.

seokjin picks up his phone to call yoongi, but gets a call from yoongi instead.

“h-”

“hey hyung, jungkook came here to find you earlier, so i gave him your address. he should be at your house soon! sorry i didn’t ask first, but there’s a lot of reporters camping out here. i had to send him away quickly. i gotta go now, we’re really busy! lots of customers today, bye.”

not a single word. seokjin didn’t even get a “hey yoongi” out before the phone call ended.

before seokjin could process anything, the door bell rings. in his doorbell camera, he sees jungkook, pulling his mask down looking straight into the camera with huge eyes.

“h-hyung? can i call you that? can you let me in? is this even the right house?” jungkook whispers loudly into the mic. jungkook moves his face away from the camera and pulls out his phone to check his gps to make sure he’s at the right place.

seokjin can’t help but smile. jungkook is just so cute. this he’s always known. he opens the door to let jungkook in and is immediately pulled into a hug as soon as the door shuts.

“i’m so so sorry. i should have been more careful.” jungkook sounds like he’s about to cry.

“hey, it’s okay! no big deal. just a small little scandal that no one will care about in a few days.” seokjin says, getting a grip on jungkook’s shoulders to maybe push him off a little.

“no, i should’ve never put you in that situation. yoonji and i went there to literally get caught by paparazzi and we completely forgot we were being watched. i’m so sorry.” jungkook can feel seokjin’s hands on his shoulders, but he holds on tightly to seokjin.

he doesn’t think he’s ready to face seokjin just yet. aside from all the shit the media was saying about him, people were calling seokjin all sorts of names: home wrecker, slut, side piece, just to name a few. and it was all his fault.

“does yoonji know you’re here?” seokjin sounds nervous, like he’s afraid to ask, but has to. and it makes sense.

seokjin probably thinks jungkook and yoonji are dating.

oh. seokjin thinks jungkook and yoongi are dating…

with that realization, jungkook pushes off of seokjin, but still has his hands on his waist and looks straight at seokjin.

“we aren’t dating—i mean yes, she knows i’m here—but we aren’t dating, hyung. it’s all for show. it’s fake.”

“what?” seokjin is shocked. he’s seen so many pictures of them together on magazine covers and all over social media. it’s fake? what does that even mean?

“yoonji’s just a friend. i asked her to pretend to be my girlfriend and be seen with me a lot in public. i don’t know if you were aware but for a few years, i had dating scandals left and right with every single human i interacted with. it was unbearable! wait, if you thought i was in a relationship, then why did you agree to go out with me?”

“i… thought you wanted me to be in a throuple? i’m not against polyamory! but i’m also not interested in yoonji… so maybe you were in an open relationship…” seokjin tries his best to explain his thought process and jungkook couldn’t stop giggling.

“seokjin. i’m in love with you, by the way. is that too soon? i don’t know. i literally heard wedding bells the moment you stepped into my view.” jungkook word vomits.

oh my god jungkook shut up right now. you’re literally the worst. who the fuck tells that to someone they just met? jungkook chastises himself in his mind. jungkook body curls forward in embarrassment, forehead landing on seokjin’s chest.

a love confession already? seokjin has never met anyone as bold as jungkook. he felt his face heat up and he knew his ears must be tomato red by now. he lets out a weak laugh when jungkook’s head is on his chest, knowing that he’s feeling embarrassed like he was last night.

he’s known this man for less than an hour at this point. he clears his throat, taking jungkook’s hands from his waist, causing jungkook to look at him, clearly blushing.

“so are we going to just stand in the doorway or what?” seokjin says to lighten the atmosphere.

jungkook smiles, “ah, sorry we should go inside… you’re wearing an apron? were you going to cook?”

“yeah! i was going to come up with some new recipes for our special menu. how about you help me? i’d love to have a taste tester.”

—

after taste testing a few of seokjin’s new creations, they ate lunch together and talked for hours.

“i can’t believe you’re allergic to garlic! you’re a vampire aren’t you? isn’t that why you’re so pretty?”

they talked like this for hours. small things, big things. no matter what they talked about, jungkook couldn’t help but compliment seokjin every chance he gets.

“hyung, this is delicious! how hasn’t someone tried to pursue you by now. i can’t believe how lucky i am right now.” jungkook had said at some point.

it all felt so easy. jungkook really thinks he’s in love, but he tries not to say it aloud again. they’ve only been talking for a few hours. he doesn’t want to accidentally make seokjin think he’s not serious about wanting to date him. he didn’t want to scare seokjin away.

it all felt so fast—it was so fast… but seokjin let all his walls down so quickly and accepted jungkook. jungkook just had a way of making him feel comforted and comfortable. it felt safe enough to give jungkook a piece of his heart, even if jungkook didn’t know he had it. he shared the story of his insecurities of that morning when he saw the news, about how he let himself get in his own head.

and immediately, jungkook reassured him a thousand times over. “you’re the most beautiful person in the world, hyung, have you seen yourself?"

and now, after getting to know you in this short time, i’m more sure than ever that there’s nobody as great as you. i’m sorry about the news, but you’re amazing hyung. don’t read the articles.”

“don’t put me on a pedestal, jungkook. i’m only human. i can make mistakes too… but why didn’t you call me? or text me? i probably wouldn’t have thought all those things if i got a text or something!”

jungkook’s eyes go wide and he looks almost offended that seokjin was accusing him of such thing. “i did call you! i called you a few times this morning and you didn’t pick up so i went to the restaurant and your friend yoongi gave me your address, which is why i’m here!”

seokjin takes out his phone to show jungkook that he has no missed calls. “see? no missed calls from you. did you call the right number?”

jungkook takes out his phone to show seokjin that he did, in fact, call a few times. seokjin laughs, “the last number is a 1, not a 7! i dont know who you called, but it wasn’t me!”

“what?” jungkook quickly grabs his wallet from his back pocket and pulls out the piece of paper seokjin had written his number on yesterday. “hyung, how is that a 1, it looks like a 7.”

“nope that’s a 1. that’s clearly a 1.”

“no, that’s a 7, who writes their 1s like that?”

“me! i do!”

“well you have very nice handwriting… except for the 1 that’s begging to be a 7!”

they laugh about it for a while, saving each other’s actual numbers on their phones.

before they knew it, it was almost dinner time. how did time go by so fast? jungkook wants to stay longer, to have dinner with seokjin, but he promised he’d meet up with yoonji to talk about their next date and what they’d do now that jungkook has someone he really wants to date.

seokjin walks jungkook to the door and they stand there for a little while, just smiling and looking at each other.

“i wish i didn’t have to leave.” jungkook says with a hint of regret in his voice. he wish he had a clear schedule today.

“well you can always stay next time, okay? anytime you want.” seokjin smiles, reaching out to jungkook’s face, tucking away some stray strands of his hair behind his ear.

jungkook takes seokjin’s hand and presses it to his cheek. “is it okay if i kiss you hyung?”

“yeah, that’s more than okay.”

so jungkook moves seokjin’s hands from his cheek to his lips and kisses the palm of his hand. seokjin presses his lips together when jungkook doesn’t kiss him there like he expects. it makes him blush. it feels so intimate.

“you don’t have to ask me whenever you want to kiss me, you know. you could just… kiss me. anywhere, anytime.” seokjin chuckles.

jungkook smiles. seokjin really shouldn’t give him so much power. “i like hearing confirmation from you though. it feels good to hear you want me to kiss you, that you’re okay with it. but i’ll keep that in mind for next time.” jungkook slips on his shoes and leaves the house.

they spent a little over 8 hours together. they pretty much did nothing all day aside from eat and talk. before seokjin can feel the loss of jungkook’s presence, his phone rings. it’s jungkook.

“hey jungkookie, did you forget something?”

“aha… no hyung, i just wanted to talk to you a little bit more while i’m driving. is that okay? i miss you. sorry, am i too clingy? we don’t have to!”

“it’s fine! i was just about to miss you too but you didn’t give me enough time.”

they laugh. they talk about this and that for 20 minutes while jungkook is driving. it’s nice. seokjin thinks he could get used to this, talking for hours and feeling so wanted. he’s a little scared to fall, but he lets himself.

that night, he calls yoongi and tells him all about his day. all about jungkook. and yoongi is happy for him, obviously. it’s been a while since yoongi has seen seokjin so happy to have a love interest. yoongi is a realist though and he never wants to see seokjin hurt again. he tells seokjin to be careful anyway.

“don’t expect so much. just go with the flow, okay? you only just met.”

“i know yoongi… it’s just nice now that you’re not the only person i have to talk to!” seokjin jokes.

“and you will still always have me.” yoongi reminds him.

“ah yoongichi, don’t worry too much okay? i tell you everything, all the time! and i’m a grown man, i can handle it.”

“why are you calling me yoongichi all of a sudden?”

“because you’re cute, my yoongichi! okay i’ll hang up now. i’m going to sleep. don’t stay up too late!”

after hanging up, he sends a goodnight text to jungkook and puts his phone down immediately, not waiting for a reply. for the first time in his life, he doesn’t feel anxious about his feelings not being reciprocated. jungkook was so obvious about how he felt.

that night, seokjin had the best sleep he’s had in years. no dreams. no nightmares. just peaceful, uneventful sleep.

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the moment jungkook gets to yoonji's house for dinner, he can't wait to leave. it's not that he doesn't want to hang out with her, he just wants to marinate in his feelings and thoughts about seokjin. jungkook tells yoonji about his day with seokjin and then completely spaces out once yoonji starts talking about how they should stage and announce their breakup.

head empty. just seokjin on his mind.

"you have it bad." yoonji laughs.

"what?" jungkook blinks, looking up to make eye contact with her.

"i said you have it bad. jeez, i didn't know someone could fall that hard for another person."

"yeah, i didn't know either. i mean, at first i just thought he was super handsome, like i've never seen anyone more beautiful than him in my life. i literally looked at him and thought 'he's the one' even though i knew nothing about him." jungkook explains.

"yeah, you made that dumb face and everything… and now?" yoonji presses for more information.

"and now i find out that he's a real human being with complex thoughts and feelings? now that i've heard his laughter and the facial expressions he makes? i just want to learn more. earlier when he was cooking, he made the cutest face of confusion when his soup didn't taste the way he expected it to. when he made these wraps and fed them to me, his face lit up when i told him they were delicious."

once jungkook starts talking about him, he can't stop. yoonji was hanging onto every single word he said, smiling and nodding at him. he's so grateful to have a friend who is so excited for him because he knows anyone else would be against him falling for someone this quickly.

"and whenever i compliment him, he gets all shy and red, but then he'll agree with so much confidence in his voice. like 'of course it's delicious, i'm famous chef kim seokjin, after all!' when he talks about his personal life, he pauses often to make sure he gets his words right. he doesn't have a single bad thing to say about anyone in his life and… he sees so much good in the people around him. it's so clear that he loves them. i want to be one of those people. and now i feel like i'm in too deep and i have this really intense infatuation with him and i'm probably already in love with this guy and i have no idea how he feels about me because he didn't say. he called me cute a bunch… and he… let me kiss him twice now…"

jungkook lets out a long sigh, folding over to lay his head on the table. he grabs one of yoonji's hands from across the table and holds it just to ground himself. he thinks if he continues to talk, he might start to overthink and doubt himself.

"and he let you stay at his house for like 8 hours and he talked to you the entire time. and then talked to you on the phone /after/ all that too." yoonji reminds him. "he likes you. and if you doubt that, then at the very least, he enjoys your company."

"you're right. i know you're right. i'll just ask him next time." jungkook releases yoonji's hand and lifts his head to see her writing something on a notepad.

"what are you writing?"

"a list of things you like about him." yoonji grins.

"okay… why?"

"so that when i'm planning your wedding, like next week, i can help you write your vows." she teases him, laughing. jungkook kicks her lightly from under the table.

"we have to break up first though." jungkook reminds her.

"oh, you're ready to stop thinking about seokjin for a minute so we can work that out? great!"

"stop teasing me, i didn't come here to be bullied!" he laughs.

they decide on the narrative that they broke up after deciding they were better off as friends a month ago, so they still went out a lot together, but only as friends. they call jungkook's manager to confirm everything. their statements would be posted in the morning.

jungkook leaves yoonji's house feeling like he has to hold his breath because he has no idea how the public will react. he has no idea what the headlines will be. he drives around for a little bit with the windows down to clear his mind before heading home.

when he finally gets home, he gets a goodnight text from seokjin, which brings a smile to his face.

he texts seokjin back with:

goodnight yoonji and i are announcing our breakup tmrw ): can i come over? i guess you're asleep already text me in the morning <3

jungkook showers and gets in bed right after texting seokjin. the alternating feelings of his anxiousness about the aftermath of the announcement and his excitement for seeing seokjin again keeps him for an extra couple hours before he can finally fall asleep.

—

jungkook wakes up to, no exaggeration, hundreds of notifications. he overslept and woke up an hour after the time of their statement release. instead of stressing out, he immediately goes to check seokjin’s text messages and replies to him first.

seokjin (loml):

2 hrs ago

good morning. ^-^ i’m home all week so you can come over any time this week.

1 hr ago

i’m going for a morning grocery run. if you come by just let yourself in. door code is 090393. <3

10 mins ago

wake up! i’m making breakfast. c:

me:

2 mins ago

just woke up i’ll be over asap, don’t eat without me

seokjin (loml):

7 secs ago

okay! *:

jungkook rushes to get ready and is out the door in 10 minutes. it takes him another 15 to get to seokjin’s house. when he gets there, he punches in the door code and is greeted by the scent of food.

“jungkook-ah! you’re here!” he can hear seokjin say from the kitchen.

jungkook finds himself frozen in the doorway. he was hit with a wave of comfort. then he feels tears rushing down his cheeks. all the stress and anxiety from the hundreds of notifications this morning caught up to him when he made it to a safe place—seokjin’s home.

“jungkook?” he hears seokjin call out again. then he hears seokjin putting a pot or a pan into the sink, the faucet running, probably from seokjin washing his hands, and then footsteps as he walks towards the doorway.

“oh my god, baby, why are you crying?” seokjin rushes over to wipe jungkook’s tears with his thumbs, which only makes jungkook cry harder. he feels safe enough to let it all out.

“h-hyung…” jungkook manages through his tears.

“shhh it’s okay. come on, take off your shoes, let’s go inside.”

seokjin sits down on the couch and pulls jungkook into his lap and holds him. he continues to thumb away jungkook’s tears as they fall, rubs his back, and kisses his face. it was all so comforting. they’re pretty much the same height, but jungkook feels so small in this moment, being held by seokjin, sitting in his lap.

“it’s okay baby. you’re okay. who made my pretty baby cry, hm?” he could hear seokjin say between face kisses.

some might think that he’d have thicker skin after being a celebrity for so long, but things still get to him. there’s a lot of things he can ignore, but on days where he gets hundreds of notifications, he gets overwhelmed. it’s a wonder how his phone hasn’t exploded yet.

he wishes the world would stay out of his personal life and focus on his work. it makes him wonder if all the work he’s done was for nothing. what’s the point of coming up with amazing content if all people care about is who he’s dating and what he’s doing in his free time? which he knows isn’t true. he knows he has lots of adoring fans who love him for the content he’s put out, the movies he’s directed and/or starred in, the music he makes. he wishes he could block it all out and only focus on that.

it takes him around 20 minutes to calm down, an all time record for him. usually when he’s stressed, he’ll cry for at least an hour. after he calms down, he chooses to remain in seokjin’s lap, head resting on seokjin’s shoulders.

seokjin’s fingers comb through the hair on the nape of his neck.

“hyung?” jungkook finally says.

seokjin hums in response.

“do you like me?”

“of course i do. i more than like you. you’re so easy to love, jungkook. is that what this is about?” seokjin replies softly.

“so you love me?”

seokjin doesn’t say anything. he just chuckles in response. jungkook can feel the vibrations coming from seokjin’s chest and neck as he chuckles.

“hyung?”

“hm?”

“i liked it when you called me your baby. i like being yours.”

“you have no idea what it’s like to be mine.”

“can i find out?” jungkook says as he lifts his head to face seokjin. “i want to be yours. i want you to be mine. i know it’s only been… 2… 3 days now. but why waste time when i already know how i feel?”

“what are you saying right now?” seokjin says, brushing jungkook’s hair out of his face.

“i’m saying… do you believe in love at first sight, hyung? that’s how i feel about you. i feel so in love with you already. i’m not love bombing you. i have real serious feelings for you. i’m saying you called me ‘baby’ and i want to keep hearing it from you. i’m saying you let me cry in your lap and didn’t complain… you comforted me. you made—make me feel safe. i’m saying you kissed me, all over my face, and i want more, if you’ll give it to me. i’m saying be my boyfriend, seokjin. please be with me?”

“i’ve really never met anyone as bold as you, jeon jungkook.” seokjin lets out a weak laugh, blushing.

“can i kiss you?”

“yes, anytime you want. i’m yours.” seokjin smiles.

so jungkook grabs seokjin by the face and kisses his forehead, then his nose, then his lips. they stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, hearts beating loudly and in sync, a little out of breath from their emotions.

seokjin bites his lips and breaks their comfortable silence. “come on, our food is probably cold by now, i’ll go heat it up.”

before jungkook can move off of seokjin, he’s pulled into another kiss, causing him to giggle. “you’re so cute, baby.”

then seokjin stands up, still holding onto jungkook, effectively carrying him. jungkook quickly wraps his legs around his waist like a koala and is carried to a dining table chair. when seokjin lets him down, he adds a kiss to the top jungkook’s head and goes to the kitchen.

jungkook can safely say that he has never felt more loved and cared for by another person than he feels it with seokjin in the past few days he’s known him. while he waits, he scrolls through his phone notifications. he figures this is as good a time as any to check them.

all this friends sent him messages to check in on him, his manager texted him to stay off of social media, lay low, don’t even leave the house (oops, jungkook thinks), and yoonji sent him 17 cat videos along with a text that read:

watch these, not the news!

he decides those are the only notifications worth checking for now and leaves the rest for later.

“everything okay?” seokjin asks, as he sets down their food on the table and takes a seat across from jungkook.

“yeah,” jungkook smiles, “never better, actually.”

—

“thanks for letting me stay hyung!” jungkook happily says.

after breakfast, they checked the news and then played games, talked, cooked lunch, pretended they were in an episode of master chef… the day went by quickly and it was fun.

jungkook got a call from his manager saying that there were reporters camping outside his neighborhood, waiting for him to come out. except he wasn’t home. so with a sigh of relief, his manager said they would look into safer housing and told him to stay where he was. and if he couldn’t stay, then he should find a friend to crash with for the next few days. so obviously jungkook looks to seokjin and asks him. and obviously seokjin lets him.

jungkook lays on seokjin’s lap, loving the feeling of seokjin’s hands running through his hair, as they’re on the couch watching tv before dinner. seokjin is a lot more physically affectionate than jungkook had initially thought.

yesterday, despite all the flirting and talking for 8 hours, seokjin barely touched him. the most he did was feed him with his own two hands, but jungkook thinks that might be because he’s a chef. he did let jungkook kiss him though, so it’s not like he’s uncomfortable with it.

seokjin was right, jungkook had no idea what it’s like to be his. now that he’s getting an idea, he loves it. seokjin was always touching jungkook, whether it was just brushing shoulders, keeping a hand on jungkook’s thigh while sitting, massaging his neck, or holding hands. he also kisses jungkook a lot. just little casual kisses, kisses to fill pauses in their conversation, victory kisses when he wins a game… jungkook loves it. he’s been kissed so many times today and yet he still wants more.

it feels like they’ve been together for longer than just a few hours. jungkook walks around the house comfortably, as if he’s lived there with seokjin for years. it’s odd. it’s nice.

it’s probably because people usually spend short amounts of time together and slowly get to know each other throughout weeks or months, but they have been in each other presence for this huge block of time and they talked with each other for almost all of it. it also helps that jungkook was immediately taken by seokjin the moment he laid eyes on him. and it helps that seokjin thinks jungkook is so easy to love.

it was easy.

it was fast.

and it’s theirs. their relationship. their affection. their happiness. their comfort.

jungkook is dozing off on seokjin’s lap, almost fully asleep, when he heard the beeping of someone putting in the door code and opening the door. then he hears some foot steps walking towards him and seokjin.

“is he…?” he hears someone speak softly, in a low voice.

“jungkook? baby? can i get up?” he hears seokjin whisper into his ears. he sits up, blinking away his sleepiness. the couch shifts as seokjin gets up. seokjin leaves a kiss on his head before he goes.

when jungkook fully wakes up, he looks up to see yoongi setting up the table. he walks over to offer his help.

“hey jungkook, i brought some dinner. hyung’s in the bathroom.” yoongi says.

jungkook nods. he feels a little awkward since he doesn’t really know him. he only met yoongi for like a minute yesterday when he went to the restaurant, but yoongi’s speaking to him so casually.

“wait, how did you know i was here?” jungkook questions.

“nothing gets past me when it comes to seokjin,” yoongi makes eye contact with jungkook, “nothing.”

is he… threatening me? that sounded like a threat. jungkook thinks to himself, panicked.

yoongi chuckles, seeing the panic in jungkook’s eyes. “he texted me earlier, said you were staying over for a few days. don’t look so worried, i mean i wouldn’t be worried if i haven’t done anything wrong.” yoongi smirks.

“but if you do,” he continues, “i’ll be the first to know.”

“right… got it.” jungkook says.

realistically, jungkook knows that yoongi can’t actually do anything to hurt him. he doesn’t know his number or where he lives… and what is he going to do to a celebrity like jungkook? but admittedly, jungkook is terrified of yoongi at this point. this man is running a whole restaurant by himself to cover for seokjin because of a scandal that /he/ caused. what does yoongi think of him? does yoongi even approve of him dating seokjin?

he’s realizing really quickly that this is the same man seokjin has told him about for hours. in fact, he’s one of the only people that seokjin tells lots of stories about. the best friend. the business partner. the eternal roommate. the platonic soulmate.

this is the man seokjin says is adorable and kitten-like. which makes him question seokjin. how is he so powerful that he tamed a man like yoongi to be his best friend. how did he not die in the process? yoongi has the aura of a final boss in a video game.

jungkook has to win him over if he plans on being with seokjin for a long time. this is the man who’s birthday is seokjin’s door code, for crying out loud. he inhales. then exhales. and he’s about to attempt to talk to yoongi again when seokjin comes out of the bathroom.

“jungkook, you’re alive! why do you look like that? did yoongichi say something to you?” seokjin says, smiling.

“stop calling me that.” yoongi replies loudly, sounding a bit whiny and annoyed, but he’s smiling and looks a little flustered.

“never, my yoongichi is so cute and deserves the cutest nickname. don’t you agree jungkookie?” seokjin’s voice sounds a bit higher pitched now, clearly teasing yoongi.

jungkook can only reply with giggles.

he finds it amusing that just a second ago, yoongi seemed so scary to him, but in the presence of seokjin, he became so… cute. louder, whinier. a whole different person. his whole aura has changed.

the power seokjin holds and he doesn’t even know it. jungkook thinks.

during dinner, jungkook observes a few things about the pair.

1. they really love each other. like they clearly do. and jungkook would be jealous if he didn’t know anything about yoongi and their friendship, but he does because seokjin talked about him so much.

2. yoongi brings out seokjin’s cuteness. not that seokjin isn’t naturally always cute already, but in the name of annoying and teasing yoongi, seokjin will purposefully act cute. yoongi will cringe 100% of the time, but he (not so) secretly likes it.

3. seokjin brings out yoongi’s inner child. when jungkook interacts with yoongi, he’s more quiet, speaks a bit more matter-of-fact. but with seokjin, he’s loud, whiny, playful. he jokes around with seokjin. jungkook can only hope that he can get to that level with yoongi.

4. even when yoongi verbally denies seokjin of something, he does it anyway. like when seokjin tried to feed him, yoongi told him to stop, but opened his mouth to receive the food anyway. seokjin can pretty much get away with anything when it comes to yoongi.

jungkook wants to know what yoongi thinks of him. he just doesn’t know when a good time to ask is. as they’re having dinner, he notices that yoongi starts to joke around with him a little bit too, which makes him feel better.

when yoongi leaves, jungkook feels a bit of relief. he finally has some time to collect his thoughts and maybe plan what he might say to yoongi next time.

jungkook is honestly ready to turn in for the night. they just had dinner, but he’s emotionally exhausted from earlier today and he just wants to rest. but before he can do that, he has to get ready for bed. he didn’t have any of his things with him though, since he didn’t intend on sleeping at seokjin’s. so seokjin leaves him alone in the house while he goes to the store to buy some basics.

jungkook explores the house in areas he hasn’t explored. they’re mostly spent all their time together in the kitchen, dining room, and living room. the house is so big and there’s a lot of it he hasn’t seen.

he likes how spacious it is in the house, but it feels cozy due to how seokjin decorated it. it has a modern feel, but with cute colors and plushies thrown into the mix.

for example, seokjin’s kitchen is huge, modern, and sleek, but all the cabinets are pastel pink. he has kitchen towels with cute characters on them. it helps his very modern house feel less cold, more cozy, but still spacious. there seems to be 3 spare rooms on this floor, one of which belongs to yoongi, since he crashes here all the time. there’s an upstairs area that jungkook is too nervous to explore without seokjin. he knows the upstairs area is mostly seokjin’s, like his office and bedroom.

he wonders if seokjin will let him sleep with him in his room tonight or if he’ll get given his own room. on one hand, it would be nice to sleep with seokjin and wake up to him. they could cuddle all night and he thinks that would be a huge comfort for him. on the other hand, he doesn’t know if his heart can take it. falling asleep on seokjin’s lap on the couch is one thing, but sleeping together on the same bed? jungkook has never slept in anyone else’s bed with them before.

he’s never really dated anyone seriously like this before. jungkook is a hopeless romantic. he always believed that he would meet /the one/ and fall in love with them instantly like in all the romance movies and novels. and he did. at least that’s how he feels about seokjin. no one ever felt just right for him, so he never got into any relationships. on top of that, he’s a celebrity who’s constantly in the public eye. he wouldn’t put anyone through the whole process of dating him if he wasn’t serious about them.

after some time, seokjin finally comes back.

“I’m home! i just picked up a toothbrush and some underwear and socks for you. you can wear my clothes, is that okay?”

“that’s okay with me.” jungkook confirms. “so… where am i sleeping?”

seokjin looks a little shocked, and then laughs a little, rubbing the nape of his neck. “oh, sorry… i don’t know why i assumed you would just be sleeping with me in my bed. do you want your own room? you can take any of the downstairs ones if you want.”

“no! i want to… with you… in your room… sleep… please?” jungkook can’t even form a full sentence because he’s never asked to sleep with anyone before. it’s new and he feels shy about it. his request makes seokjin grin, pulling him closer to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“you can sleep wherever you want, okay? don’t feel pressured. but my room is open to you, if you want.”

“i do want.” jungkook replies, a little too quickly.

“okay then. come on, i’ll show you how the shower works.”

seokjin holds one of jungkook’s hands and they head up the stairs. for the first time since jungkook has known seokjin, he feels extremely nervous. a nervousness caused by being near seokjin.

this is all new for him. this is something he’s never felt before. this is something he never anticipated he would feel. but it’s a good nervous and he can’t wait to overcome it.

—

as tired as he is, jungkook can’t seem to fall asleep. he lays in seokjin’s bed by himself while seokjin is showering. he closes his eyes, only to open them again a few minutes later. he tosses and turns, not because the bed is uncomfortable, but because he’s so nervous.

jungkook doesn’t even know if seokjin will be joining him right after his shower, because it was still early in the night, only 9 pm. he wishes his tiredness and emotional exhaustion would take over his feelings of nervousness, but they don’t.

when seokjin comes out of the bathroom, he shuts his eyes, pretending to sleep. he doesn’t know why he does it. what’s the point? a few moments pass, he hears seokjin walk over to his side of the bed. he feels the lightest touch on his hair, causing him to open his eyes.

“sorry baby, did i wake you?” seokjin questions in a low, quiet voice.

“no, i couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“are you uncomfortable? is it the bed? your pajamas? i could get you different ones.” seokjin offers, taking a seat on the bed, running his fingers through jungkook’s hair.

“no, everything’s great. very comfy. i’m just a little nervous. i’ve never- this is- it’s just-” jungkook just can’t find the words. he doesn’t think seokjin will judge him, but he just can’t get himself to admit it out loud.

“like i said earlier, you don’t have to-”

“i want to.” jungkook cuts in.

“and that’s okay too, if you need something, just let me know okay? i’ll be in my office for a bit to do some work, right next door. i’ll join you when i’m done.”

seokjin leans down to plant a kiss on jungkook’s lips. jungkook tries to chase seokjin’s lips with his own, but seokjin only offered a short peck, before he’s up and out of the room.

jungkook immediately feels the absence of seokjin. earlier, he could at least hear him showering, but now it was too quiet. he should be used to it since he lives alone, but he can’t help but feel lonely. he already misses seokjin and they’re in the same house.

it only takes a couple minutes before jungkook gets out of bed to go to seokjin’s office room. the door was wide open, so he quietly let himself in. seokjin doesn’t seem to notice, so he takes a seat in an armchair, just watching seokjin focus on his work. jungkook dozes off in the armchair, feeling less nervous than he did in bed.

about 45 minutes later, he’s wakes up to the sound of seokjin screaming in surprise.

“AISH JUNGKOOK! oh my god i thought i saw a ghost. how long have you been in here? at least make some noise if you’re going to be in the same room as me at night. are you trying to scare the life out of me? i thought i was alone!” seokjin’s words fly out so fast and aggressively.

it’s the first time jungkook has seen this type of reaction from seokjin. sometimes he’ll scream from surprise, but quickly recover with laughter. this was new.

it makes jungkook laugh. “i’m so sorry hyung, i didn’t want to disturb you.” he says through his laughter.

“YAH! there’s nothing funny about scaring the life out of me okay? i nearly had a heart attack. i could have died!” seokjin says, hand over his chest. then he starts to laugh too. seokjin stomps over to jungkook and starts to tickle him.

“you think you’re so cute huh? you think i’ll forgive you for scaring me like this?”

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry! hyung please!” jungkook laughs harder than he did before.

seokjin stops, standing up straight, hands on his hips. he was laughing, but immediately makes a serious face.

“that’ll teach you not to laugh at me while i’m suffering! who knew i was dating a brat.”

jungkook recovers from laughing, just enough to reply. “and this will teach you that i’ll always give you what you give me in return!”

jungkook stands up and immediately goes to tickle seokjin back. seokjin starts running out the door and into the bedroom, escaping to his bed.

jungkook chases right after him, climbing onto the bed, on top of seokjin, to tickle him more. they’re playing with each other like kids, having fun, not caring how loudly they laugh. it’s not something jungkook thought he could have in a relationship as a full grown adult.

after a few minutes of this, seokjin pulls jungkook into a hug, stopping jungkook from tickling him. jungkook lays on top of seokjin like this for a few minutes, catching his breath. then seokjin shifts his body to sit upright and jungkook shifts to sit facing him in his lap. they smile looking at each other, bodies close, still breathless from all the laughter.

“i really think i love you.”

“you really think so?”

“yeah, hyung. i do. do you think you love me?”

seokjin just smiles at him. not answering, for the second time today.

“you said i’m easy to love.”

“you are.”

“i can work with that. this is just day one. we have plenty of days ahead of us.”

“we do, i look forward to them all.”

jungkook leans in close enough to feel seokjin’s breath. “can i, please?”

“always.”

that night, they kiss, tongues dancing on each other, moaning each other’s names. painting a beautiful memory to save in the archive of their love.

needless to say, jungkook overcomes his nervousness that night, having the best sleep of his life next to the man he loves, who loves him back. this is their day one out of infinity.

—

4 months later, jungkook finally moved in with seokjin. to be honest, he never really left since that first week he stayed over. he was at seokjin’s more than his own house.

they still haven’t officially announced their relationship to the public, but they’re not exactly hiding it either. they’re just enjoying their time together, whether or not they’re caught by cameras.

since jungkook and yoonji’s “breakup” announcement, people have been less invested in his love life. they still went out and would have their pictures taken by paparazzi, but since they weren’t dating and made it clear that they were only friends, people lost interest.

what this meant was that jungkook could hang out with seokjin and people would just assume that they were also just friends. no crazy headlines. no mess. no drama. they held hands, shared food and drinks, sometimes even kissed on the cheek in public. even with these displays of affection, no one jumped the gun to assume he was in a relationship with seokjin just because he held hands with him. it was so freeing for him.

seokjin’s restaurant had a huge spike in customers and popularity after he became very publicly “friends” with jungkook. jungkook’s fans often came by to get a glimpse of the man jungkook kissed in public months ago that caused headlines.

many modeling and entertainment agencies reached out to seokjin due to his good looks, but seokjin remained faithful to his love of cooking and running a restaurant with yoongi. they hired more help in the kitchen to keep up with the demand.

their rooftop restaurant was quickly becoming a reservation only place due to the high demand. with the help of more chefs, seokjin and yoongi actually started to make cooking videos together online, teaching others how to cook their recipes. they figured that not everyone could come to their restaurant, so they should share all their secrets. they knew there was a slight risk, but they also knew that most people at home were too lazy to make it anyway. and they would still always have customers at their restaurant.

tonight is jungkook’s movie premiere. it’s a movie he had filmed over half a year ago and it’s finally being released. he thinks there’s no better time to announce their relationship. and maybe even something more.

seokjin and yoongi leave the restaurant in the hands of their employees for the day to attend jungkook’s premiere with him. of course, yoonji would be there too. the four of them became quite close over these past few months.

jungkook may be the star of the movie, but seokjin seems to be the star on the red carpet. the people and the cameras love him. this is where jungkook seizes the opportunity.

yoonji and yoongi stand off to the side while reporters are picked to ask jungkook questions. jungkook has seokjin by the arm so seokjin couldn’t move to the side along with his friends. instead, he stands in the spotlight with his boyfriend as questions are being asked.

“what are you wearing tonight jungkook?” a reporter asks.

“ah, this is a one of a kind suit a famous foreign designer made for me! i had it made as soon as we wrapped up filming for this movie. this is a special film and definitely deserves a special suit!”

seokjin stands beside his boyfriend, amazed by how charming he is in front of all these cameras. it’s no wonder he’s so famous and adored by many. he’s one of jungkook’s fans too, after all.

“and chef seokjin? what are you wearing tonight?”

“oh me? i have no idea! jungkook gave me this suit and told me to wear and and come to the premiere with him. so here i am!” he smiles, looking over at jungkook.

“my boyfriend is wearing a suit by the same designer. they match each other, just different colors, as you can see! i had it made for him recently.” jungkook says, smiling wide, as he holds seokjin’s hands and takes a step back for the cameras to see their matching suits.

immediately, the sound of camera shutters and flashing lights becomes more intense. reporters start to yell out their questions, not waiting for their turn.

jungkook laughs, “i actually will not be taking anymore questions, but…” he looks over at seokjin, who’s looking over at him nervously, shocked that jungkook just announced their relationship like that, so casually. “will you take one more question seokjin?”

“uh, yeah… sure?” seokjin looks over to the reporters to see everyone’s hands up. then he looks back at jungkook to see that jungkook also has his hand up to ask a question.

“jungkook?” jungkook gives seokjin a huge smile, and gets on one knee, pulling out a ring.

in this moment, seokjin couldn’t see or hear anyone else.

“i was wondering if you’d wear this too?”

“what are you saying right now?” seokjin says as he also gets on his knees to be on the same level as jungkook.

“i’m saying i fell in love with you at first sight and that feeling never went away and will never go away. i’m saying i still hear wedding bells and i want that to be our reality and not just something in my head. i’m saying i want to spend the rest of my life with you. i’m saying… why waste anymore time when i already know how i feel? i love you. be mine. be my husband. please?”

seokjin stares at jungkook, tears threatening to leave his eyes.

“jeon jungkook, i’ve never met anyone as bold as you.” he says, smiling.

“is that a yes?”

“of course it’s a yes! i love you, jungkook.”

immediately jungkook starts to cry. “that’s the first time you’ve ever told me you love me!”

“what? there’s no way. i love you so much. how could i not have said it at least one other time?”

“you show me you love me in so many ways but this is the first time you’ve said it!”

“sorry it took so long…”

“it’s okay hyung, i love you.” jungkook slips the ring onto seokjin’s finger. “can i kiss you hyung?”

instead of answering, seokjin leans in to kiss jungkook. in front of all the lights and cameras on the red carpet of jungkook’s movie premiere.

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(its iwontknock, i wish tumblr would let us send asks from second blogs) on my post you said your first d&d character was the lodger and i am SO curious about that!! can i ask more about that, like what his class was? id love to hear about your portrayal!

Well, I hope my fellow players don’t pay attention to this blog lol. If you are GO AWAY YOU NERDS Tw for child death and unethical experimentation juuuust in case, I know Knock-Knock has a lot of that regardless but if D&D folks see this too I want there to be a heads up

Looong post under the cut, adding tags in a sec

I’m actually kinda thrilled that you asked, we haven’t started the reboot yet, but hopefully we will soon! When I first started playing him, I was hella inexperienced and a little shy, so I didn’t quite get to fully do what I wanted with him & had a HORRIBLE backstory, but I’ll give a few details anyways. Then I’ll explain what I’m gonna do with his reboot haha

To also save some confusion, I named The Lodger “Bormot” as that’s what some of his voice files are called, it’s just a Russian name that means “Mumble” :)

I made him a half elf druid! It was a lot to tackle at first, but I really felt like it fit his character. Whereas druids are usually blessed by the Earth and such yadda yadda, I made it so that the Earth borderline cursed him by being in the wrong spot at the wrong time. He comes from this long line of elf intellectuals, and still does his worldology stuff out in the middle of nowhere. After he gets cursed though, his home starts dying and he pulls a “Well, this isn’t good!” and runs away and ends up meeting the party. Did I mention that he’s a half elf that doesn’t believe in magic bc of his sheltered life? More on that later. Some fun stuff that ended up happening is he literally met half plant people (my DM had no idea LOL) and Bormot proceeded to have a panic attack and casted Call Lightning by accident. We were like level 15 btw I came in LATE He also managed to talk down a dragon despite his low charisma score (I think I actually rolled well and my DM took pity on me, a new player)

The ‘rebooted’ version of him is still largely the same, a half elf druid, just with more of a fleshed out story. His Grandfather is kind of this disgraced elf who hates magic since he thinks his peers rely on it too much, they don’t use their braiiiiins. So he then raises Bormot’s (half elf) dad to reject magic, and continue their worldology science that’s Definitely A Real Science I Swear. Bormot’s dad gets married ofc and decides to live in the middle of nowhere where he can conduct his science in peace with his family. The wife gives birth to a beautiful baby girl shortly after! While on a hunting trip, Bormot’s dad shoots at something he thinks is a deer, but ends up being an old & weak God. Oops. So he does what any responsible scientist does and vivisects the thing before it dies, taking lots of samples of its blood. This kinda makes him lose his mind as now there’s real, physical evidence in front of him that higher powers and magic might be a pretty valid thing. So of course he does what any highly responsible father does and puts some zesty ichor (God Blood) into his child just to see what happens! She dies, unfortunately, as the powers that be of a god isn’t something a really tiny elf girl’s body can handle. The mother enters grief and becomes more overprotective. having no idea that her husband accidentally killed their child. She gives birth to Bormot a long while later. Daddy-o doesn’t want the wife to know about his experimentation since she’ll whine about MoRaLs and refuse to let him inject more blood into their son, so he keeps it a secret for as long as he can. When Bormot is older, he tries again, and it works! ... Sort of. Now the poor kid is having constant nightmares and hallucinations, and is having trouble both sleeping and meditating. He’s freaked out about the potential magic that he has, since his dad said that magic isn’t real, and his dad is definitely always right and doesn’t lie! He grows up like this his whole life. Bormot’s mom does actually end up finding out about it and gets into an argument with the dad, so the dad does what any responsible husband would do and kills her after it escalates. At least he feels guilty for this one. Her body is buried next to the sister’s near some pine trees so the roots will hopefully grow over them and conceal the bodies more. Bormot has no idea he even had a sister, and his dad lies and says that his mom left. When Bormot’s old enough to live on his own, his dad peaces out to conduct more research and tries to prolong his own death, even if he has a lot of years left. Bormot starts the game around when he leaves his house, wondering where his dad ran off to & wants to learn what the hell is up with his hallucinations and Not Real Magic.

I left out details since this was already getting so LONG, sorry mobile users Anyway the TLDR is Bormot’s dad makes a lot of bad decisions that leads to Bormot being a druid hermit that doesn’t believe in magic, and his journey with his friends is all about realizing that he’s more than his worldology ‘legacy’ and that magic is indeed real and it isn’t bad to embrace it. But we’ll see if he makes it to the end or dies to a goblin or something

Thanks for reading my self indulgent D&D rambles, I can give updates if anyone is ever curious about it later

#mini speaks #D&D #dnd #I'm not tagging this as knock-knock because this is SOOOOOOO not canon #also yes his family has names but I wasn't going to word vomit a ton of new names at you guys and expect you to understand it #if you think this is cringey just turn your head away and pretend that you do not see it #our dnd group is VERY non traditional so we break a lot of rules and make a lot of stupid characters #I also played Wilson 1 or 2 times but we don't talk about him

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diesukitsuki · 3 years

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okay so.. i like to pretend to punch my friends and brothers.. like just doing exaggerated sound affects as i throw a punch that never lands, or just kicking them in slow motion.

Just imagine doing that to bakugou. Like we all know that he knows self defense, so when you throw a slow motion punch, he just twists your arm so it’s against your back because you’re annoying the shit out of him, or you do a turning kick to the back of his leg and he just catches your foot(easily since you weren’t really trying) and tugs it so you trip.— he catches you, of course, not wanting to ruin your pretty face by smashing it against the floor.

Once, you were doing fake quick jabs at his torso, and he’s just standing there like 🧍.. He thinks it’s kinda funny but like a cringey kind of funny. Like are you trying to pick a fight with him or not??

anyways..

He catches your flying fists and raise it above your head. His eyes are closed when his lips softly plants a kiss in between your eyebrows. You feel your face heat up as the length of his kiss continues to barrel on. The spot he chose to pucker up to is warm, and it makes you feel hazy. Your body feels like it could melt and fall over, and you trust him to catch you— He would without a doubt. Something about the kiss felt so loving and peaceful. It feels so much like home.. and it makes you want to cry.

God, you love him.. so much.

It’s quiet when he pulls away slowly, you can only hear the soft click of his lips leaving your skin. His beautiful carmine eyes slowly opening to gaze down at you. His eyes slightly lidded while your eyes are bulging out of your skull. You blink a couple of times as a smirk tugs at his lips. He let’s your arms fall as you kind of just.. stand there.. It kind of leaves you breathless despite the kiss being nowhere near your lips.

oops.. i got carried away..

Anyways,, yeah..

#bakugou #novah.hexes #idk #i love him #I GOT CARRIED AWAY #MY BAD #I DDINT MEAN TO DO THAY #novah.writes #novah.shorts #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader fluff #bakugo x reader fluff #drabble #self-indulgent #9/28/21

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ameliora-j · 3 years

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twin flame iii // gw x reader

words: 2.2k

warnings: angst, breakup, mention of bruising, crying, angelina slander kinda (it’s just for the story i love her sm!), yn is sorta a pick me if you squint sry, cringey mediocre writing at very best

an: i used song lyrics for some of the argument and the ending :) i hope you like it besties!

part one | part two | part four

you george! i want you!

the words had been running through his mind since the night you left. he had been going over the days leading up to your explosion in his mind for weeks. your words were in his mind day and night. your pained expression, your anger, your hurt. you consumed him. more than you usually did.

george weasley knew he fucked up. he knew without anyone telling him. but they did anyway. every waking second they did. first it was fred, calling him a jerk. then ron, who called him a “bloody idiot.” then ginny, who told him it was his own fault. and then his mum. of course his mum, who said in exact words: “george fabian weasley, this is nobody’s fault but your own. quit moping around and do something to fix it! i didn’t raise you to treat women this way!”

his last straw, however, was his older brother percy. percy of all people. who looked at him with a disappointed shake of his head. receiving a disappointed head shake from percy was nothing out of the ordinary, especially for george. it was his words that stung. percy spoke ten simple words to him that truly set george off. percy spoke “you lost the best thing that’s ever happened to you.” at his sentence, george lost it.

“i know that percy! you don’t think i fucking know that i lost the best thing that ever happened to me! and fred i know i’m a jerk and ron i know i’m an idiot and ginny i know it’s my fault and mum i’m sorry okay! i know you didn’t raise me like this i don’t know what’s wrong with me but i don’t think she’s coming back!” he fell back onto the couch as he tugged frustratedly at his roots.

“george… do you love her?” molly asked him.

“yes mum,” a whimper escaped the fiery-haired boy’s throat. “i love her more than i’ve ever loved anyone before. she’s my world,” he revealed.

“then go, george. go get her,” his dad said. “for your sake and her’s,” he told him.

“and our’s!” fred called distantly from the kitchen.

“shove off fred!” george called back before apparating to your front door. he knocked three times and waited for someone to answer it. when you opened the door, he was shocked at your state.

makeup streaked down your cheeks with your shoulder bruised and your arm in a splint. your eyes were red and puffy, but they were furthermore accompanied by dark bags as if you hadn’t slept in weeks. the truth is; you hadn’t. “hi george,” you mumbled half heartedly.

“hi butterfl-“ you cut him off.

“yn. my name is yn,” you spoke sternly.

“i’ve called you butterfly since you were three…” he murmured.

“not anymore. hurts too bad to hear it. did you need something?” you quickly changed the subject.

“i want to talk to you,” he said. you nodded and walked in, telling him to follow you. george said hello to your brother and then followed you into the lounge where you two sat on the loveseat and you turned to face him.

you sat in a long silence as your eyes traced each other’s features. you memorized him. every line, every freckle, every bump, bruise, and blemish. the silence was deafening. untill he finally broke it. “what happened to your arm?” he murmured softly.

“it splinched when i apparated home. then i apparated again and made it worse,” you bit your lip softly.

“always so reckless,” he tutted softly, causing you to shrug.

“what’d you wanna talk about? know you didn’t come to talk about my arm…” you attempted to get to the point of his visit.

“right,” he murmured softly. “yn i…” he took a deep breath. “the day that i let you walk out of my life is the day that i made the worst mistake in the history of mistakes. i’ve done some stupid things in my life, but letting you walk away has by far been the stupidest. i’m so so sorry that i hurt you the way i did, i cannot express to you how sorry i am, i truly cannot. i love you, yn. with all of me i do, you have to believe me when i say that.”

“i do believe you george. i just don’t believe that you love me the way that i love you. and carrying around that pain is killing me. i mean absolutely destroying me. you live in my mind rent free. you’ve infested it,” you told him. “you with your stupid pretty smile and your god awful jokes and your ridiculous pranks that you somehow always rope me into and your perfect hair and your pretty eyes and just. you. george. stupid you. oblivious you. godric george,” you roughly shoved his chest. “i’ve loved you for years and you’ve always looked past me!” tears rimmed your bottom lash line and your voice cracked as you lashed out on him.

“for years george, i mean years! i’ve watched you fall in love with countless girls just to have your heart broken by them. i stuck by you through everything. even when you stopped being being my friend because it made angelina uncomfortable i waited for you george! and you just pushed me to the side. i did everything for you. i executed pranks for you. i planned pranks for you. i took the fall for you. i got detention for you! i did it all for you. i mean the countless amount of things i did just to be able to call you mine and i just… you didn’t care! you’ve never cared! you’ll never love me the way that i love you and that hurts. so. fucking. bad.” you wiped your eyes.

“it kills me george. it eats at me, every single day it does. i stood by your side and i took the blame with you even when i had nothing to do with the stupid shit you pulled at hogwarts because yeah i was going down, but hey, at least i was doing it with you, right? we made so much trouble and-and we used to laugh. and be happy. we were genuinely happy and i don’t know where we went wrong but we did, but i still say that i hate you with a smile on my face! i don’t get it george why don’t you love me!” a whimper tore itself from the depths of your chest as you let out a silent sob.

“now look what we’ve became…” he murmured, tears falling from your eyes.

“all the things i did just to call you mine… and… and all the things you said but… somehow, i still hope i was your favorite crime. cause merlin knows you were mine.” you sniffled as you wiped your eyes.

“you were mine. you’ll always be my favorite crime.” he leaned over and kissed your head as another silent sob racked your body. “now it’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we did,” he smiled over at you sadly. “i love you butterfly. just as much as you love me, if not more,” he whispered as he stood from his place.

you rolled your eyes water-logged eyes, but still managed to smile. “i wish you thought about that before,” you whispered.

“i do too… i guess i’ll have to just call you the one that got away then?” he asked.

“in another life georgie… i’d be your girl. and we’d keep every promise that we made,” you told him.

“and i wouldn’t have to say you were the one that got away,” you nodded as he kissed your head again. “i love you, butterfly. i always have.”

“i love you too, georgie. i always will,” you sniffled as you watched him walk out the door. you didn’t want this. you wanted to stop him. everything in your body screamed at you to stop him. but your brain wouldn’t work. your heart said no. you were scared of being hurt again.

you wanted to do something. yell at him. tell him to come back. to hug you. to never leave you. to never let you go. but your heart wouldn’t let you. you were frozen in time.

it’ll all get better in time.

you’d heard the saying time and time again. especially after your parents passed away. it was people’s favorite line to use when they saw you. the truth is… you didn’t stop hurting. the pain didn’t go away. you just got used to it. but the pain you were feeling now… you didn’t know if it would ever go away. at least it didn’t feel like it.

two months. it had been two months since george walked out of your house that night. it was nobody’s fault but your own, and somehow you couldn’t help wishing he would’ve stayed.

you saw him everywhere. in the stars in the night sky. in the sunrise and the sunset. in coffee shops and store windows. even in your dreams when you slept. so logically, you decided to stop. if you didn’t sleep you couldn’t dream. and if you didn’t dream, you couldn’t see him.

you dutifully ignored the pain in your chest like an annoying bug on a picnic. you pretended that you were fine, but the reality was; you weren’t. but you played it off. and you were able to keep up your facade. untill one day… that one fateful day tucked in the corner at ninety three diagon alley. your brother asked you to pick up ten second pimple vanisher because he had a date tonight and just received a pimple the size of jupiter on his nose, causing him to look like “the muggle myth rudolph the red-nosed reindeer” as he put it.

you walked into the shop and kept your head down as you searched the aisles. it wasn’t where it usually was. you knew this shop like the back of your hand, of course you had… you’d worked there for nearly three years. you furrowed your brows as you looked around. the shop had completely transformed. nothing was in the place it usually was. that’s when your eyes landed there. on her. right at the front, behind the till at the register you worked, in the uniform you wore was angelina johnson.

you sighed deeply as you extended your neck around the corner to where the office was. you smiled triumphantly as you saw fred sitting at his desk and began your trek. you gently knocked twice on the opened door and fred called, “come in,” distractedly.

you walked in and sat on the desk, right in front of him, forcing him to look up at you. “yn!” fred exclaimed.

“hi freddie!” you smiled as a giggle escaped your lips and you returned the death-grip hug he had enveloped you in.

“what brings you by? not that i don’t love seeing your pretty face, of course,” he shot you a playfully flirtatious wink.

“ybn needs ten second pimple vanisher because he has a date tonight and he woke up with a pimple the size of jupiter on his nose,” fred laughed loudly at your remark. “i tried to look for it, but the stores completely turned around,” you pouted slightly.

“oh yeah, we changed some things up because we needed room for our new products. they’re still in the making, but george disappeared,” he hummed.

“george what?” you asked.

“you didn’t know…?” he asked you.

“no. i… i had no idea,” you stuttered.

“yeah. after the night he went to talk to you, he left a note on our kitchen counter and all his things were packed and he just… left. we haven’t seen or heard from him since. ‘s just been angie and i running the shop now. couldn’t do it alone,” fred explained as he picked up the box. “here you are l-“ before he could finish, you were halfway out the door. “YN WAIT!” he called. “YOU FORGOT YOUR PRODUCT!”

“SORRY FRED! YBN WILL BE OKAY I HAVE TO GO!” you called as you ran out the door as fast as your feet would carry you. if you knew george weasley… and you did… there was only one place he could be. and you prayed to any and every god that would listen that he was there. you prayed like your life depended on it that he was okay. you needed to fix this. to fix him. to make it alright.

in this moment you knew that he needed you. he needed you like peanut butter needs jelly. the way left needs right. like the sun needs the moon. he needed you like you needed him. you ran and ran and ran for miles untill you got to a secluded area. then you took a breath. and you apparated.

it was exactly the way you left it. a dingy old wooden box house sitting at the highest branch of a sycamore tree. you groaned softly as you began to climb the many branches. “george i swear to godric you better be in here,” you grumbled to yourself as you climbed.

it felt like hours—truly it was ten grueling minutes at most—untill you got to the door of the house. you whispered the password and it creaked open. “georgie,” you breathed when you saw him.

there he was. laying on the floor of the treehouse wrapped in blankets and a sleeping bag with a small pillow under his head. the apple to your pie. the straw to your berry. the smoke to your high. the one you knew you’d marry.

the one that got away. your twin flame.

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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the “we’re fake dating to make someone jealous but actually end up together trope” reminds me of drrreeeaaaammmm😇😇😇

-🧚🏻‍♀️

YES YES 🧚 ANON I LOVE UR IDEAS YES.

I also included these: WELCOME 🦀 ANON and as always, 🍭 anon I'm in love w u.

[𝐁𝐎𝐘]𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃. ♘ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 (𝟏𝟖+)

pairing: dream x reader (dre™ my beloved)

warnings: vulgar language, mentions of sex, basically that one scene from Easy A, me lowkey trying so hard not to get carried away

You took a sip of your drink; your mind racing with Clay’s words as you debated his plea. You hated the idea of pitting yourself against someone else for an envy factor and meddling in the love lives of your friends, but you knew you’d do anything for Clay. He could mention needing to kill a president and without a word, you’d be by his side. It had always been that way, so why were you so shaken by his request. Then again, you had brought it upon yourself.

“See that girl over there?” Clay asked, barely nodding toward the kitchen as he slumped down to your height so you could hear him over the pulsing music. The smell of the cologne your cousin bought him one Christmas in the hopes that he’d ask her to marry him wafted towards you. You had noticed how he had attempted to clean himself up when the two of you met at the bus stop before traveling to this shindig, but you had brushed it off, knowing it was probably for some girl’s attention.

You peered over his shoulder, seeing the kitchen packed with females. You shrugged slightly. “Yeah, which one?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

He rolled his eyes. “As if it’s not obvious,” he mumbled sarcastically after realizing what you were talking about. His hand moved to hold your face, squishing your cheeks between his fingers as he angled your head towards one of the various women.

She looked up at the right moment, making eye contact with you and you pulled out of Clay’s grip, already knowing how idiotic the two of you looked staring at her as he blatantly was pointing her out to you. “Oh my god, she saw,” you whispered quickly and he drew in a sharp breath, the two of you freezing as if something were going to happen.

When she didn’t approach the pair of you, you went on like it hadn’t happened, Clay beginning to tell you about why he mentioned her. “We hooked up after calculus a few times,” he smugly boasted.

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Why are you still in calculus? Aren’t you a jun-”

“That’s beside the point,” he added, crossing his arms. “She hasn’t texted me back lately.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, peering back over in her direction. It always shook Clay up when a girl didn’t vie for his attention. He was attractive and popular on campus, but there were always a few that would slip through his fingers. And it drove him absolutely crazy.

You wet your lips, exhaling as you thought. “Maybe it’s because you’re too available?” You spoke, thinking out loud and more to yourself than him. He tilted his head as if urging you to continue. You took a sip of your drink, also wondering what you’d meant. “Just start fooling around with another girl and she’ll come running,” you offered.

He nodded along as you spoke, leaning a hand against the wall behind you. “Wanna fool around with me?” He jested, making you snort.

“Oh come on now,” you broke, dropping your head back against the wall, nearly missing his thumb.

He sent you a cheeky expression. “No, you come on now. You suggested it!”

You lightly punched his chest as if to get him to hear you instead of just listen to you. “I didn’t mean me, idiot! Don’t you have like fifteen other people in your phone?”

His shoulders slumped. “Please! I’ve seen you charm the pants off Karl and Sapnap at the same time,” he begged. He straightened up as if he was about to reluctantly agree to something. “I’ll paint your kitchen like you’ve been asking,” he mumbled.

And that’s how you found yourself leaning against Clay’s side as the two of you talked to a group of his friends. His arm curled around your waist, fingers gliding beneath the hem of your shirt to settle against the skin of your hip. You willed yourself to think of something other than his fingers pressed against you, fighting every urge to blush at the contact.

The song switched to a stereotypical dance song and people began to move. You downed the rest of your drink to psych yourself up before eyeing the girl momentarily and standing on your toes to reach Clay’s ear. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder as you told him to dance with you, knowing she was watching the two of you with searing eyes.

You knew he was fighting to see her expression, keeping his eyes on you as you pulled him towards the mass of people by his belt loop. “This is going to be super cringey before the both of us, just pretend you like it,” you bit as you pressed your back to him.

His hands dropped to your waist, moving with you to the beat. “Maybe I will enjoy myself. Don’t be so bossy,” he chided, voice raspy and warm in your ear from talking over the music for most of the night. He was a loud guy, but he always seemed to lose his voice after a party.

You turned in his arms, his body close to yours. “Don’t get too excited,” you jested, pressing a hand to his abdomen as you kept up with him, letting him drop his head beside yours.

“Oh, bet. I’ll get so drunk and mistake you for someone else,” he mocked, his voice a welcome break as it penetrated through the heavy bass of the song.

You scoffed. “Like who? Your cousin?” You teased, making him bite back a laugh as he bit his lip. You felt a laser gaze digging into your back as his hands moved you pull your waist against him. Your hand moved to pull his face to the crook of your neck. You could see her at the new angle; glaring at you over her cup. You felt guilt twist in the pit of your stomach. You’d been at it for a few hours and you were ready to amp it up before she left without him.

“Dream, take me upstairs,” you mumbled into his ear. He pulled away from you, brows threatening to furrow at your words. “Trust me,” you gritted, slipping your hand into his and making it apparent you were looking for a room with him in tow. He was quiet as you lead the way. From where you were walking, you saw her move to inch towards the steps as if she was investigating what you were doing with him. You knew it was in bad taste to set anyone up for jealousy but Clay was your friend, and you really needed your kitchen painted.

You found an empty room, tugging him inside and locking the door. He looked at you with a red tinge to his cheeks. You weren’t sure if it was from embarrassment as if he’d been thinking about what the two of you would be doing in the room, or if it was just from the alcohol. “What now?” He asked.

You chuckled, grabbing his wrist. “Fuck me,” you stated, the words feeling weird with him on the receiving end. His eyes went wide and he awkwardly moved his hands as if he were going to touch you. You rolled your eyes, swatting away his hands before grabbing his wrist and pulling him up to stand on the bed with you after you kicked off your shoes.

You started jumping on the bed, but he just looked at you with a confused expression, making you gesture for him to copy you. He was always like that; you telling him to do something and without actually questioning, he’d go along with you.

You could hear talking outside the door and something clicked in your head. “Oh, that feels so good, Clay. Don’t stop,” you falsely moaned, glaring at him as he struggled not to laugh, the two of you jumping almost in sync as the mattress squeaked beneath your weight.

You motioned for him to add and he looked up to the ceiling, attempting to recover from everything that was happening. “You like that? Slut,” he matched your tone, making you roll your eyes and cover your mouth to hide your laugh at the degradation.

You moaned again, and he giggled quietly, moaning with you. The two of you had begun to loosen up, even timing your jumps so you could double jump and throw Clay off balance. If someone had told you a week prior that you’d be jumping on a nameless person’s bed with your best friend, pretending he was nailing you into tomorrow, you would have laughed. But it probably wouldn’t have surprised you.

The two of you slowed down, winded from the unnecessary exercise. You shrugged slightly, mimicking what you would sound like during an orgasm. It came out weak and Clay looked at you like you’d stabbed him in the chest. He mouthed, “Come on.” You rolled your eyes, wondering how you had found yourself in that position before moaning again, this time a bit too accurately.

You covered your mouth and Clay’s ears turned red as he laughed slightly. You’d been roommates with a friend of his in the past and it nearly dawned on you that he might have heard the sound from you before. You brushed the thought from your mind before it could completely sink in as you got off the bed. He plopped down on the edge of the mattress, catching his breath as you straightened your clothing, tugging your shoes back on. There was something hanging in the air between the two of you now, but you had quickly decided that you’d rather not address it.

After that night, you weren’t really sure how it had gone between Clay and the girl. You wanted to ask him about it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to after you noticed the two leaving together. You had done your job, maybe a bit too well.

In fact, the two of you had been avoiding each other since then. It wasn’t until a week later that you were finally in the same room with him at a birthday party for a mutual friend of yours. The two of you glanced at each other awkwardly before you stood beside him, nudging his arm with your own.

“So, how’d it go with that one girl?” You asked, glancing up at him, your eyes then settling on the group spread around the room talking amongst themselves.

He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “Uh, yeah I ended up just driving her home,” he muttered, chewing on his bottom lip. You raised an eyebrow at him. “I just… I wasn’t in the mood anymore. I don’t know…”

You nodded at his statement, deciding that it was ridiculous for you to feel so weird around him for nothing. You knew it was all in your head and he wouldn’t be walking around on eggshells if you weren’t making him. This was Clay, after all. “All that work and for what?” You joked.

He sent you a smile, his shoulders relaxing. “I mean, come on. You had to have enjoyed that-”

You cut him off. “Oh yeah, grinding on you was literally the greatest time of my life,” you quipped sarcastically.

He grinned smugly. “I mean, it was the greatest time of my life to hear you moaning my name.”

You scoffed. “Hope you recorded it,” you mumbled, making him nod in agreement. You rolled your eyes playfully as everyone moved to gather around each other. Seats quickly filled up and Clay sent you a sly grin, patting his lap.

Just to prove a point, you took his offer, making him tense up as if he wasn’t expecting you to. He sat up a bit straighter to even the two of you out, making you shift on his lap. You moved again, setting your drink on one of the nearby tables and he groaned. You froze, hoping no one had noticed his hand press into your hip.

His lips were beside your ear; breath warm and inviting. “Stop moving,” he bit, voice barely above a whisper.

Your mouth curled into a smirk. “Why? Can’t control yourself?” You jeered, making his grip tighten on you.

“Don’t tease,” he nipped, making you smile wider. You moved again, this time pulling your knee to your chest and leaning back against him. With the new movement, you could feel him harden beneath you, and for some reason, you were into it. Your escapades in the bedroom had given you a series of oddly sexual dreams about Clay. Maybe this was your chance to relieve what tension had been built between the two of you.

His other arm moved to wrap around your knee, cementing you in place. “Cut it out,” he hissed, making your eyes settle on his. You could tell by the lust-blown look in his eyes that he was already thinking about you too.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” You quizzed, your heart hammering in your chest as his eyes danced back and forth between yours, searching your face for a hint of joking.

You could feel his heart skip a beat. “Really?” He asked, waiting for you to redact your words. You nodded. “You’re serious?”

“As serious as your mom and the pool boy,” you joked, instantly lightening the mood as he rolled his eyes, leaning forward and digging his face into the crook of your neck and making you laugh. You got off his lap, moving towards the birthday boy and saying your goodbyes with the claim that you had an upset stomach so Clay was driving you home.

When the two of you finally got out of the apartment building, Clay turned to you. He spoke with a clear tone now, “This is real,” his words coming out as a question in and of itself. “You’re not fucking with me?”

You sighed, shaking your head before grabbing onto his jacket and pressing your lips against his, your body flush against him as his hands hesitantly wrapped around you. Your kiss quickly became hungry and passionate. You’d never kissed him before; usually opting to live vicariously through your friends. As your hands carded into his hair, his fingers fisted in your clothing, almost as if you would float away from him.

Clay broke away almost breathlessly, his lips moving to press against your neck. “I want you,” he groaned, making you moan in response. As he pulled you towards his car, you knew the two of you would finally be relieving some long-time festering tension.

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[11:11 pm] - yang jungwon

genre: fluff, slight angst if you squint

author's note: this is my first ever work! its not great, but i'll try to improve :) (a lot of scenes are very cringey but i tried my best)

hope you enjoy!<3

word count: 0.9k. it turned out a little longer than i hoped but here it goes!

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"yang jungwon! how could you?!" you yell exasperated as you come down the flight of stairs just to see your boyfriend jungwon sprawled out on the living room couch after coming back from his schedule.

the look on his face showing that he already knew what this was about.

he smiled sheepishly as he replied, "what's wrong babe?"

"what do you mean what's wrong? you just stole my favourite blue hoodie!" y/n replied, trying to ignore the nickname he used because you were currently mad at him.

"first of all, its my hoodie that you stole a month ago and secondly, its just in the laundry after i wore it for a walk" said jungwon as he ended the sentence with a shrug.

"why would you put my precious hoodie along with all the dirty clothes?" y/n sighed, ignoring the first part of his sentence and then slightly glared at the boy.

" 'cause it was dirty after i used it too? " jungwon answered which came out more as a question as he was unsure of what to say.

the truth is, you loved that hoodie, not just because it was his, but because he wore that hoodie on your very first date to the bakery.

being a gentleman that he is, he had given you that hoodie at the end of the day, because you were cold and shivering. you had gladly accepted it.

and even though it might be a little silly, but you still think that that hoodie smelled like the bakery you visited with him along with his scent. that hoodie was the thing that calmed and comforted you when he was not there in person and away for long because of his schedule.

and now you look up at your same lovely boyfriend who put your hoodie(well actually his) in the laundry without telling you once and ridding the piece of cloth of the smell that once comforted you.

"why would you wear that hoodie out of all the ones you own? that one was special" you said softly, all the anger dissisapating and now just feeling sad.

"i'm sorry baby. when i left your house yesterday night, it was cold and that was the first warm piece of clothing i saw of mine so i just wore it" he said apologetically, now feeling bad that he made you upset.

he thought about what you said and asked again with a curious frown, "why is that hoodie special though?"

you tried to control your blush and tried to search for intelligible words in your head, searching for an excuse to not make his ego bigger by letting him know just how smitten you are for him.

too late.

he smirked looking at your nervous thinking face and said, "it's not because it was the hoodie i wore on our first date, was it?"

you sighed, thinking its better to just come out clean, because he will figure you out anyways.

one thing you both know for sure is, jungwon knows you like the back of his hand after all.

he always did. because you both were friends for a while before going out.

"well that, and also because we had gone to the bakery that day and i thought it smelled just like that place. it helped me calm down whenever i missed you too much.." you mumbled qnd trailed off at the end, hoping he didnt hear you clearly.

but taking in account your close proximity on the living room couch, that didnt happen.

he just smiled genuinely right at you, feeling grateful and loved that even his hoodie meant so much for you.

but on second thought, it did boost his ego as you expected it too.

because you could see his smile changing into something more smug and now you were thinking of rushing to your bedroom upstairs to still pretend to be mad at him, though you know it would not last, because you certainly can never stay mad at jungwon for long (who can honestly).

as you stood up to leave, he stood too and grabbed your arm and turned you around to him, holding you in place by wrapping his arms around your waist.

he looked at you and said with a smile, "i'm sorry. i didnt realize that hoodie meant so much to you. i will give you as many hoodies of mine as you want."

you pouted at him and said slowly, "its okay. its just that wont smell the same as that one"

his smile widened at your pout and he gently pecked you.

you were slightly startled and tried to frown so that you dont give the oncoming smile away, seeing you frown he said, "did you not like it?"

before you could say anything, he went on ahead and said, " you can return it then. "

he went on ahead to even pout and you could not fight the blush anymore and kissed him softly.

you both pulled away moments later and he said, "did you really not like the first kiss though?"

"ofcourse, i liked it idiot. you are just so cute i had to kiss you a second time too" you replied grinning slightly.

at this jungwon's ears turned slightly red and you were proud at this turn of events.

then breaking the small peaceful silence that had settled on, he said with a happy glint in his eyes, " i have my day off tomorrow. what do you say about us visiting that bakery we went to on our first date while i wear my same blue hoodie?"

" i would love that " you said gleefully.

" now then lets go to bed and cuddle. i missed you the whole day at work today " said jungwon, holding your hand and leading you to the upstairs bedroom.

" i missed you too " you said as you squeezed his hand tighter.

you both cuddled together and went to sleep, as both of you waited for the next day to come excitedly.

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the end.

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Heathen VI (Ivar/Edlynn)

A/N; Hello!♥️ I’m back after a short, holiday break! And even if these next weeks are going to be chaotic, I will try to keep posting Heathen once a week as I did before! There’s only another four (five with this one) left until the end👀, so I hope you enjoy it a lot🥰 I didn’t have time to reply to your comments on last chapter but I read all of them and I’m so happy to see you’re liking it🥺 thank you so much, it means the world🙏🏻 took a bit longer to finish this one because I wasn’t too convinced but I hope you like it too♥️

Warnings: smut ( 👀), talk of feelings, my cringey writing, Ivar is the best, mentions of alcohol, violence, sex and talk about arranged marriage and religious things!

Words: 4823 (will I ever stop)

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"We could move here" Harald pointed at the map. Hvitserk followed his finger and pressed his lips together. Maybe a bit risky, he thought, but he didn't dare contradict the king because of strategical differences, that was Ivar's job "It's closer to the sea, and it would be easier to run away if the saxons decide to attack us once we don't have the saxon girl as leverage"

"It could be" he nodded, as he waited for Ivar's opinion. But as the minutes passed and his brother didn't say a word, Hvitserk raised his head to look at him.

Ivar was sitting in front of him, with a drink on his hand, but looking away. He didn't seem to be even listening to what they were saying, and when Hvitserk's eyes followed his gaze, he understood why.

His lips curved on a small smirk and immediately turned to look at Harald, who also seemed amused to have caught the ruthless Ivar the Boneless sneaking glances to a lady.

Edlynn was sitting on a cut tree, not very far away from them, and her eyes were fixed on a book that Hvitserk had seen on Ivar's tent. She only had a couple of guards with her, and her wrists were untied, giving her much more freedom than Hvitserk ever thought Ivar would give her.

"Ivar" he called his name, making him turn his head with a frown, almost like he was annoyed by his interruption "Are you listening?"

Harald held back a laugh when Ivar blinked, somewhat confused, until he spotted the map and the pieces the king had moved, and seemed to get out of his trance. His cheeks reddened softly, but he pretended not to realize as he scrutinized the map, trying to remember what had changed since Edlynn stepped out of the tent and his eyes wandered off.

Hvitserk raised his eyebrow. He already knew what was going on, since he caught Edlynn leaving the tent with swollen lips more than once and had seen them sleeping together, with her face hidden in Ivar's neck. But at first he thought his brother was just having some fun, not falling for the saxon girl. Those glances said otherwise.

"It would be risky" Ivar cleared his throat "I don't think Alfred would attack us once Edlynn is with him"

Harald raised his head again. Edlynn? He didn't know when Ivar started calling the prisoner by her name, but found it amusing.

"Then what do you propose?" Hvitserk tried to ignore it, but he would ask his brother about it "Shall we stay here?"

"I think we should move a bit closer to the boats, but not like it seems we're retiring" he shrugged "But it's your decision, king Harald"

Harald had gotten used to the mocking tone whenever Ivar said his title out loud. He didn't really care, it had started to sound like a joke to him too.

"I will think about it tonight, and tomorrow we'll decide"

But just when he was about to stand up, maybe too eager to go back to his tent, a guard approached them.

Edlynn pretended not to realize he was staring. Neither of them talked about it but both of them seemed to think the same: no one should know of their... Affair? She couldn't help but blush whenever she thought about it. Well, she didn't even know if it could be considered an actual affair. There had been kisses, some more innocent than others, Ivar had touched her body in a way no one had in her entire life, she had let her hands wander down his strong arms and chest, but nothing more. It was still a sin, something she didn't want people knowing. Edlynn would be mortified if someone heard about it, about what she was doing with a... Heathen.

But the thing that alarmed her the most weren't the kisses or the caresses, not even the fire that Ivar awakened in her, but the warmth that expanded through her chest whenever she saw him, the smiles, the little laughs, the reddened cheeks... She couldn't think about anything else that weren't his blue eyes and his pouty lips, nor could pray in peace without remembering how soft his hair was under her fingers or what a beautiful smile he had. Every night she promised she'd stop, that she wouldn't let herself fall in love with him, but sometimes, especially under the furs and between his arms, she thought there was nothing she could do now.

It was temporal, Edlynn tried not to think about what would happen when she had to go back to her family, to Lord Edmund, the man who was supposed to be her husband. Would she ever feel the same with him? Probably not, and the thought saddened her. It was such a beautiful feeling she wished she could carry forever.

Even if it was hard, and even if she knew many people in the camp suspected it, Edlynn tried to act like nothing had happened. They barely talked to each other in public, but she noticed he was always close to her, or at least close enough to be able to watch her. She liked that.

Edlynn was reading, but she hadn't turned the page in what felt like hours, too focused on the glances that certain man threw her way and on hiding her blush. Until someone else approached the three men that sat down not too far away from her. She raised her head, interested, as the man seemed to carry important news. Even if she had understood their language, she wouldn't have heard anything, as the noise of the camp was too loud. But she could see the king with a big smile, celebrating something. And Ivar had frowned and his eyes were now fixed on the ground at his feet.

When he finally looked her way again, he ignored the silent question on her eyes and looked directly at the guard that stood next to her, pointing to his own tent with his head. And Edlynn was practically dragged towards it.

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That night they celebrated. The reason was still a mystery to her, but Edlynn tried to ask every single person that entered the tent, from Brianna to Hvitserk, without receiving any answer. She could hear the happy screams and laughs, and figured it couldn't be bad, right?

At least not for them.

A shiver travelled down her spine when she thought about her family, would they be alright? Had those heathens killed them?

And then Ivar came back.

His eyes were bright and Edlynn figured he had been drinking too. His movements were slow, and let himself fall on the bed with a grunt, letting his crutch go before rubbing his face with his hands.

"Hello" Edlynn raised an eyebrow, why do men drink so much if they feel bad afterwards?

"Hi, princess" he muttered, grunting "How was your day?" Ivar sat on the bed, sighing. It had been a long day, and it seemed it would be a long night too.

"Clearly not as interesting as yours"

He raised an eyebrow, but didn't turn to look at her.

"I was trying to negotiate" he shrugged "And king Harald negotiates better when there's ale"

"Negotiate what?" Edlynn narrowed her eyes, moving a bit closer to him.

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"The saxons will agree to our terms" the messenger smiled proudly as he delivered the news "They will pay, and give us land and time to settle" he nodded "In exchange for the saxon girl"

Harald's laugh startled Ivar, who stared at the messenger intensely.

"Of course they will!" he celebrated, nodding his head and patting Ivar's back softly "You were right, once again"

He shot him a fake smile, which faded as soon as the king turned to Hvitserk. He thought he'd have more time, that asking for such a ridiculous amount of gold, land and a truce would be too much to give for just one girl, and that the saxons would try and change the terms. That would've given him weeks, even months. His eyes went back to where Edlynn was sitting, and silently told the guard to take her away.

"The saxon king said they shall wait for us in the battlefield to make the exchange, and that the girl must be unharmed and well, otherwise they won't give us what we asked for"

"Thank you, my friend" Harald patted the soldier's shoulder with a bright smile "Go, eat and rest, tonight we'll celebrate"

Hvitserk didn't stop looking at Ivar. He noticed how he clenched his jaw and licked his lips repeatedly. He felt his own lips curving on a smile, but just slapped his head playfully.

That night they did celebrate. Everyone sang, drank and ate next to the king, around a fire. Another victory, thanks to Ivar. But Ivar didn't seem too keen on participating on the celebrations.

"What's it, Ivar?" Hvitserk sat next to him as he saw him pour the ale on his horn for the fifth time "Aren't you happy to get rid of the saxon girl and get paid for it?" he chuckled, but his brother didn't laugh with him.

"I just think..." Ivar clenched his jaw again "Maybe the price is too low"

"Low?" Hvitserk raised an eyebrow "We didn't think they'd agree, it's too much, that price would fit a queen, but not a noble girl"

"Yes but they did agree to it" he shook his head "What if... What if we ask for more?"

"They would say no, and the negotiations would continue, we don't want that" his older brother frowned and shook his head, taking another sip from his horn "Because we don't want that, right?"

"No" Ivar replied maybe too fast, and then scowled "It's just that I don't think we've benefited enough from holding her captive, she's obviously more important than we thought"

"Well, dear brother, if I'm honest, I think you've benefited quite a lot from having her here" he chuckled, patting Ivar's leg softly. His brother widened his eyes at him, but managed to hide his surprise and go back to scowling.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Hvitserk"

"Sure" he laughed, shaking his head "Sure, you don't know, but it's quite obvious, Ivar" he shot him a soft smile "I can't blame you, she's pretty, innocent... I thought you didn't like saxon girls"

"Shut up" he rolled his eyes, but Hvitserk saw the little smile he tried to hide "I'm not trying to keep her here, I just want to make sure we get the deal that benefits us the most, that's all"

"Fine, I believe you" this time it was Hvitserk's turn to roll his eyes "Tell Harald, then, but I don't think he will agree"

"I was waiting for him to get drunk" Ivar shrugged, making his brother laugh.

"Good luck then" Hvitserk winked at him before getting up "Want advice?"

"No"

"Don't fall in love" he ignored him "That doesn't end well"

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Ivar finally gave up, and went back to the tent, in need of some peace and maybe the soft touch of the woman that sat on he bed behind him. Harald didn't listen, and they kept celebrating.

"Your king agreed to our terms" he said, finally turning his head to look at her. Edlynn wore another dress they had found for her, with her auburn hair loose, and she looked so beautiful Ivar had to blink a couple of times. He wanted to see her reaction, would she be happy? Or would she feel as weird as he had been feeling all day?

But instead she looked confused.

"What... What does that mean?"

"That means we'll meet them in a few days and I will let you go"

Edlynn gasped, but instead of feeling relieved and thankful, eager to see her family again, to see Mildrith, to go home... She looked into those ocean eyes and only felt a strange emptiness inside her.

I must be insane, she thought as she crawled closer to him. Ivar's eyes didn't left her face, almost like he was waiting for her to smile, laugh and sigh in relief.

Edlynn didn't do any of those things.

"Aren't you happy?" he gulped.

"I... I suppose I am" she muttered "But..."

I know, he thought, nearly desperately. He couldn't describe it either.

"You'll go back to your castle, you'll marry your lord, you'll be with your family and will have a church to pray to your God every time you want"

"Yes, but..."

"Wasn't that what you wanted?" he sounded sharper than he intended.

"I don't want that anymore" Edlynn scowled "I don't want to go back and marry, I don't want to spend my days sewing, gossiping with other women and praying"

Not so long ago, she wouldn't have even imagined she'd say those words, that was her life, a life she had enjoyed and lived happily. But now... Now she had tried other things, new things... Was it that bad to want to keep them?

"I know it's my duty" she continued, the tears threatened to fall down her cheeks, but she held them as she had been taught "And I know I will have to do it someday but I... I will miss you"

Ivar looked away, clenching his jaw again and hoping she didn't see the tears filling his eyes. The thought of entering that tent and finding it empty, without the familiar presence of the annoying saxon girl praying or reading, of spending his nights studying maps alone instead of the books in latin Edlynn would read for him, or talking about the Gods, about the adventures of Thor and Loki or the golden apples of Idunn was... Not what he wanted.

Not even the possibility of conquering England was helping.

He felt Edlynn getting closer, and her small hand, with her soft fingers that had never held any kind of weapon, touched his shoulder. Ivar felt dizzy, but couldn't know if it was because of the ale or because of her.

"I will miss you too"

The words left his lips before he could hold them back, and when he raised his head to look at her, Edlynn had the biggest smile on her lips. She almost made him smile too.

"I... You could come and visit me someday?" she muttered, biting her lip "My friend Mildrith would love to meet you, she's obsessed"

Ivar raised an eyebrow.

"Do you think your father or your husband would let me visit you? You're supposed to hate me"

Edlynn's smile faded.

"I don't hate you" she tilted his head in an adorable way, and Ivar had to look away again "You were a bit mean at first, but you're not like they say you are... And he's not my husband"

"Yet" he shrugged "What do they say about me?"

Edlynn giggled, shaking her head.

"Mildrith said you're the Devil, in a human shape, that you are ruthless and... I heard you drink blood and eat human flesh"

Ivar couldn't help but laugh.

"I don't eat human flesh" he scowled in disgust "Do you think I could be that Devil you talk about?"

Edlynn took a deep breath, and her fingers caressed softly his cheek.

"You could be" she said, nodding slowly "You're smart, ambitious, ruthless, but also beautiful, like a fallen angel" Edlynn blushed "You do tempt me to sin"

Ivar smirked, humming in delight. She had a lot more to say about his looks, but decided to keep it to herself to avoid feeding his ego.

"And you would invite me, the heathen who tempts you, to your home with your father and your husband?"

Edlynn blushed again.

"He's not my husband" she repeated.

"But you're going to marry him, princess, he will be your husband soon, unless..."

His eyes fixed on the axe he had next to the bed, and Edlynn gasped and punched his arm.

"Don't even think about it!"

Her reaction amused Ivar, who shook his head laughing. Even if he wasn't actually joking.

"Lord Edmund is a good man, a good christian, he will take care of me" she said quietly, almost trying to convince herself "And it will be a good thing for my family"

"From what I've seen, princess, you don't need anyone to take care of you" he sighed, leaning to undo his braces. She smiled at that, feeling that warmth fill her body again. It was a huge compliment coming from him.

When he finished taking off the braces and removed most of his clothes Edlynn was already under the furs, her eyelids felt heavy but she forced herself to stay awake. She wanted to enjoy every moment she had left with him, knowing she wouldn't see him again. They still had some days, though, that comforted her.

Ivar nearly moaned when he finally was able to lay on the bed. His eyes had been a bit more blue that morning, so it had been a difficult day. Edlynn watched him in silence, amazed by the perfection of his features. How could he be the Devil when he looked sculpted by God? He was too beautiful to be impure, but then again, he was a heathen. Her mind went back to his wife, and a strange pang of jealousy stroke her. What would he do if she kissed him now?

"It's rude to stare, princess"

Ivar had an amused smirk on his lips, which only grew when he saw Edlynn's glare.

"Remember when I said I'd miss you? Well, I take it back"

That made him laugh.

"Go to sleep, little one" he muttered, already closing his eyes "Maybe I can teach you some more archery before you leave, but only if you rest"

He could hear a little gasp and imagined her excited smile, but didn't open his eyes until he felt her crawling closer to him and leaning her head on his shoulder. When he did look at her, she was already ready to sleep, with her eyes closed and breathing slowly.

"Good night, heathen"

Ivar couldn't help but smile, too.

"Good night, princess"

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Ivar was cold. He stirred in his sleep looking for the source of warmth he was missing, but opened his eyes when he couldn't find it.

The bed was empty, he frowned and pawed at the furs, confused. Where is she?

The thought of her escaping made him more sad than angry, and he was nearly gasping when he finally spotted her. Edlynn sat on the wooden stool next to his table, studying the paintings of one of the books he had at the dim light of a nearly melted candle.

"Sorry" she pouted, looking at him with widened eyes "I didn't mean to wake you up"

"You didn't" he groaned, rubbing his eyes "What are you doing awake? It's the middle of the night"

He couldn't hear anything outside the tent, only the hushed voices of some guards, and it was still dark.

"I couldn't sleep" she shrugged.

"Come back to bed" he nearly ordered, narrowing his eyes at her. Edlynn held back a laugh as she closed the book, leaning in to blow the candle before making her way back to the bed. Ivar watched her as she crawled under the furs and laid back, with her eyes still open.

"It feels strange to go back and marry someone else"

Ivar frowned in the darkness of the tent.

"What does that mean?"

"You're the first man I shared the bed with" she muttered "The first man I kissed... The first touching me. I always believed that man would be my husband"

"I'm also the first man that made you a prisoner" he teased, and Edlynn rolled her eyes with a small smile.

"I don't think you understand"

"Then tell me"

"I want you to be the last, too"

Edlynn bit her own tongue after saying it, taking a deep breath as Ivar turned to look at her. She nearly regretted it, but... Why hide it? They probably wouldn't see each other again. She was just telling the truth, like a good christian.

"You don't know what you're saying"

His answer confused her even more.

"What?"

"I... We're on different sides, princess" he sighed, and held himself back from reaching out to caress her cheek "I am a heathen, remember?"

"But you're good to me" she pouted, and Ivar nearly leant in to kiss her "I've seen you talk about your Gods with passion, laugh with your brother, I've seen you bonding with your men and even stroking horses... You're not the monster they talk about, at least not now... You treated me well... As well as you can treat a prisoner, I don't see how you're different from any christian man I know"

Ivar couldn't help but smile and lean his forehead against hers, his fingers tingled, desperate to touch her. He felt a faintly familiar warmth inside his chest.

"You have to go back home, princess" he insisted "You'll forget about me and will learn to hate me again"

"I will never hate you" she muttered, and then there was silence. Ivar nearly thought she had fallen asleep again, and kept relaxing against her body, listening to her breathing.

"Ivar" it was the first time he had heard her saying his name, and it sounded so soft with her voice... He looked at her, who had her eyes fixed on his Mjölnir necklace "Kiss me?"

It sounded more like a question than a demand. Edlynn wasn't nearly ready when she felt his strong hand around the side of her neck and his lips pressed against hers. She sighed in delight and kissed him back, grabbing his arm shyly. She had missed his kisses so much... What would she do without them?

Ivar deepened the kiss, making Edlynn moan quietly and mover her hand to his face, cupping hit softly until her fingers touched his hair. Ivar's hand roamed down her body, settling on her waist and nearly touching her ass. Things were getting out of control, and Ivar didn't know how much he could keep things... Like that.

Edlynn moved even closer, and now he could feel her breasts against his bare chest. Ivar sighed and smiled against her sweet lips, tightening his grip around her waist. They broke the kiss to breathe, and Edlynn smiled brightly at him before leaning in to kiss him again.

"We can stop whenever you want" he groaned as her thigh pressed against his cock, making it twitch.

"I don't want to stop" she replied, frowning, and he nearly laughed.

Edlynn was serious. She had heard about it more than once, her whole life everyone assured that it was painful and not enjoyable at all for women, but everything Ivar did in that moment felt good... Why wouldn't that feel good then?

"I thought you weren't allowed to do this" he panted as Edlynn's lips landed on his jaw softly. Her kisses were shy, inexperienced, innocent... Completely different from Katia, Freydis or Margrethe, the only women he had ever kissed, but just as effective.

"I'm not" she giggled "Should I stop?"

"No" Ivar groaned and tightened his grip on her waist. If they stopped now, he was going to go crazy. He had tried to erase her body from his mind since he saw her in the river that day, and he had failed.

"I want to do this" she muttered, interrupting their kisses to look at his eyes again "Because I've been told men like it, a lot" she blushed, but the darkness hid it "And I want you to remember me"

"Trust me, princess" Ivar squirmed under her, his body reacting to her closeness "I was going to remember you anyway"

When they kissed again, he tugged at the skirt of her dress, nearly moaning when he finally was able to touch her bare skin. It was soft, warm, and Ivar felt her stiffen when he caressed her leg. Her hand traced the ink lines of his chest as his lips traveled down her neck, Edlynn gasped and let out a shaky breath, biting her tongue. She was supposed to be silent, right?

"Women can also enjoy this" he said against her skin, his fingers reached her inner thigh and Edlynn's muscles tensed under his touch "Want me to show you?"

He smirked when she nodded shyly. Edlynn was biting her lip and looking down in curiosity, even if she couldn't see his hand approaching her sex. Ivar wasn't too sure of what he was doing, but kept reaching until he finally touched her, and Edlynn let out a strangled sound and he quickly looked at her. She had closed her eyes and her nails were digging on his skin. Ivar kept caressing her folds until he reached the place that made her jump and moan loudly.

Edlynn quickly covered her mouth as Ivar smirked with pride and started circling his fingers as his brothers had said more than once. He would have loved to go down and kiss her properly, but didn't want to scare her so soon.

When Ivar finally pressed two fingers to her entrance, Edlynn opened her eyes, looking both aroused and confused at the same time.

"Relax" he whispered, reaching to kiss her softly "How does it feel?"

She was gasping, but managed to reply with a small moan and a frown.

"Weird" she muttered "But... Good"

"Good" he nodded, and increased the pace, making Edlynn moan again and grab his arm "I've got you, princess"

She was shaking between his arms as he started curling his fingers inside her, enjoying the way her walls clenched around them and the incoherent moans she let out. His hand was covered with wetness, and finally Ivar retrieved his hand, making Edlynn whimper in protest.

But he needed both hands to tear that stupid dress apart.

She gasped and blushed when he finally was able to throw the pieces of fabric away, to reveal her entire naked body to his eyes. Ivar growled and his lips collapsed against hers again. His hands were everywhere, touching her breasts, her belly and her ass at the same time, and soon his mouth followed them. She nearly felt overwhelmed, where she expected pain and discomfort she only got pleasure, a different kind of pleasure, and she needed more, so much more.

Ivar finally pushed her to lay down on the bed, and moved to crawl between her legs to keep kissing her.

"Want me to fuck you, princess?"

Edlynn widened her eyes, but her legs tightened around his waist and Ivar put his pants down just enough to free his cock. He enjoyed the surprise on her face when she saw it, not used to women being impressed by him.

"Look at me" he muttered, noticing how she grew nervous "Do you trust me?"

Edlynn allowed herself to get lost into his eyes again, nodding slowly and grabbing his neck as he pressed into her slowly. Ivar needed all of his willpower to keep a slow pace to avoid hurting her too much. She scrunched her nose in pain and closed her eyes. Ivar wasn't an expert, but he knew that, for women, it was painful the first time. Her little shrieks of pain brought back some not very nice memories from his own first time.

"Hey, princess, open your eyes" he stopped moving, even if he was already shaking from feeling her tight walls around him, when Edlynn obeyed, she had tears in her eyes "Am I hurting you too much?"

She shook her head and licked her lips.

"Just a bit"

"I'm sorry" he kissed her temple and let out a shaky breath "I promise it gets better"

His own eyes were fluttering and he could barely stay still.

"Keep going" she muttered "I'll be fine"

As he started moving again, Edlynn felt the pain fading slowly. It didn't became pleasurable, like it had when he had used his hand, but it became more... Tolerable. She even felt some pleasure, and it wasn't as bad as she thought, in fact, she enjoyed the way Ivar muttered some strange words in Norse she couldn't understand, and how he moaned and sighed against her skin. It was truly a sight, to see him with his eyes closed in pleasure, enjoying her body in ways she never thought anyone would.

When Ivar finished, he captured her lips with his again, drowning the sounds they both made as he finally stopped moving. His forehead rested against hers, and their hands were intertwined. None of them said anything at first, enjoying the feeling of being so close, and Ivar let himself hide his face in her neck, sighing. How was he going to let her go now?

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its5amgotosleep · 3 years

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Hickeys and shattered hearts / Maria Hill x Stark!reader / Natasha x Stark!reader

A/N:This one's kinda sad but also kinda cute idk

Warning: Light angst, cursing ofc.

дорогой - Sweetheart

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You were new to the Avenfers despite being Tony Starks sister. They didn't know he had a sister because he never told them per your request. And only introduced yourself during the battle of New York showing up in an iron suit.

Although you had already worked for Shield even before Tony did as an agent. You helped him build some of his suits, even made your own

Tony and you were slightly different from each other with you being more on the nicer and sweeter side but still had his wit and sass.

You got along with the rest of them team really well, especially with a certain red headed assassin. Natasha had gotten to like you a lot after a few years of being colleagues, though was a complete wreck at asking you out.

Now you and the Avengers are in Sokovia battling with Ultron and his iron legion alongside new additions. Pietro and Wanda Maximoff.

"So when do you think help is on the way." You blasted through the robots that were lined up. "Any minute now cavalry."

"I didn't say we should leave.." You hear Natasha as you land to the ground. "There's worse ways to go." She finishes, you open your mask to breath a little better. "This isn't exactly how I planned mine to be." You said taking a few deep breaths.

"Where else am I gonna get a view like this." She motioned about the floating country. "Only once in a lifetime." You try to see through the smoke.

"I hope you like the view Romanoff. It's about to get better." Fury says through the coms as the helicarrier emerges up from the clouds and smoke. "Nice right? Pulled her out of mothballs with a couple of old friends. She's dusty but she'll do."

"Fury you son of a bitch." You and Steve say as you looked in awe at the flying ship. "Oh, you two kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"I wouldn't really call her my mother, but yes I do kiss her with my mouth." You grinned as mask closed again ready for the second wave. Nat didn't know you were in a relatiowith someone only till a few weeks ago.

You were searching up on new technology to improve you and you brothers suits. Recently discovering about Nanotechnology, after days of research you've only managed to create a protoype for only the helmet.

You heard the door knock and said out a come in. "Hey, Y/N have you seen Bruce?" Natasha came in as you still had on the mask thst only reached the bottom of your neck.

"No sorry, haven't seen him since like an hour ago. Maybe he's in his room I guess." You shrugged as the mask slowly disappeared like it was dissolving from your face.

"Whoah how'd you do that you fuckin wizard or something." Nat looked at you surprised. "Cool right?" You grinned at her as you put the tech on a mannequin.

"I'll go find him, sorry to bother you." She smiled a little. "Yeah no problem." You focused on the computer. She was nearly out of the room when she noticed a bruise on the side of your neck.

Once you turned around a little it showed more purple and red spots on your neck. "Y/N.." She trailed as you looked up at her. "Yeah?"

"What happened to." She motioned to her neck and you looked at her in confusion. "Huh? Why? Is there something wrong?" You asked still confused.

"Look at the mirror." Her tone laced with a hint of jealously. "I don't what's- Oh!" You cut off your own sentence when you saw you reflection in the mirror. Red and purple marks scattered on your neck.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry you had to see that!" Shrieking you activated the mask again hide them and your embarrassed face.

You hit your head on palm of your habd a few times chanting to yourself that you were stupid to not notice. "Look, it's ok, I've seen worse. Do you want me to help you with it?" Nat brushed of the feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"No no, I don't want to take away more time from you. I can just cover this up with some make up." The front of the mask opened as you had a sorry smile for her. But Natasha wanted to stay longer, she wanted to stay with you.

"Ok just, just call me if you need anything." She said as you let out a final apology and a thank you. "F.R.I.D.A.Y, please call Agent Hill immediately please." You command the A.I thingking that the ex russian spy was gone.

"What is it Stark? Somethibg happened?" Maria said from the other line. Natasha hid behind a wall to eavesdrop, yes it was wrong, but she just wanted an answer to her question.

"Don't Stark me Hill, you know what exactly happened." You spat before sending a photo to her. "I can't believe you didn't tell me before I left!" You sighed running a hand through your hair.

"I don't get what- Oh, Oh!" Maria stopped midway when she saw the photo you sent. "Well you didn't exactly say anything when we were-" "Don't you dare finish that sentence Hill or I will slap you across the face." You threatened through gritted teeth.

Natasha left not needing and not wanting to hear your conversation. She only asked for Bruce to have an excuse to see you.

Now she's left to go to the gym to blow off some steam and to avoid her heart from shattering entirely.

"I think I know who you're talking about. You two together the whole night at the party right?" Clint said as he smirked at you as you flew past him.

"You're seeing someone and you didn't tell me? I feel betrayed- I am betrayed." Tony sounded genuinely upset over the fact that Clint new and not him.

"We agreed not to tell anyone, and that anyone including you brother." You said matter of factly.

You saw Clint rushing behind a rock with a little boy trying to get to cover from the iron legion who were about to rain bullets on them.

Also noticing a blue and silver trail speeding towards them, you land right infront of Pietro and Clint shielding the three from the bullets, after they were done it was your turn to start beaming at them.

"What you didn't see that coming?" Opening the front of your mask to smirk at Pietro who looked at you like you were crazy.

"After this Fury, I'm gonna take a break. I've seen enough robots for the year. Person I am seeing you owe me a date." You say taking down a few more robots.

"I am going to pretend I didn't see her nod her head and smile. Stark you two have sone explaining to do before any dates will happen." Fury eyed Maria giving the 'Really? You two?' look.

The three of you got on to one of the ships to the helicarrier. "I'm sorry for what's about to happen." You apologetically glance at Pietro about Sokovia.

"Not exactly the way I wanted my chapter to end, but I guess it's something. This is where my family was made, this was also where it was destroyed, and where my twin and I made into well.. Whatever we are." His thick accent following through every word..

After the battle with Ultron, the civilians were given the help that they needed. "Having fun staring at the wall? It's an interesting wall don't get me wrong." You smiled as you walked towards Natasha.

"What'd you call me for? You need help finding Bruce again?" You asl as she shook her head turning to fully look at you.

"Not really, I just wanted to tell you something." Nat looked nervous which surprised you for the very first time. "It's about you."

"Me?" You pointed to yourself. "I- jesus christ this is harder than I thought." Nat let out a heavy sigh as you put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey its ok, take your time." You reassured her.

"I like you." She knew that you knew what it meant and was expecting to take your hand of her shoulder but you didn't. "I'm sorry Nat I really am, you're an amazing person."

"I know you can't, that's why I'm telling you this to let it out of my chest." Sadness was evident in her tone but she had to accept the fact the you can't love her back.

"I'll go beat up Hill if she hurts you." Nat joked as you pushed her shouler lightly. "We still friends?" You mumble as you pulled her to a hug.

She reciprocated by wrapping her arms around you. "Always." She said against your shoulder. "I better not find you downing a bottle of vodka later." You threatened as she just chuckled.

"I'll try not to." She says as you pulled away from the hug to glare at her. "No promises дорогой." She playfully smirked at you.

Natasha swore to herself to be there for you until the end. Not as lovers but as friends. Always and forever

Natasha left with Steve because they were evaluating the new recuits for the Avengers, she asked you if you wanted to come with her but you declined saying you were gonna meet with someone.

"Hey.." Maria said as she leaned against a wall seeing you walk down the halls. "Hi, were you waiting for me?" You ask as you walked closer to the Agent.

"No I wasn't." She simply replied as she looked at you and smiled "Really? Cause you looked like you were waiting for me." You raised a brow at her staring at hers, cold blue eyes thst somehow radiated warmth whenever she looked at you.

"Maybe I was maybe I wasn't." She smirked at you causing you to roll your eyes by her answer. "What were you doing before going here?" She asked as you two walked together.

"Oh I jusst rejected someone." You sighed rethingking what happened earlier. "Was it Natasha?" Maria says non chalanty.

You looked at her with a 'how the fuck.' face. "How the fuck did you know?" Your eyes wide as they can be. "I've known for a while know. At first I was worried about it."

"Oh yeah? Why so?" "Because I love you and you love me, simple as that." She gave a quick peck before walking ahead of your blushing face.

"Atleast kiss me properly Agent." You caught up to her and pulled her down for a proper kiss, instinctively placing her hand on your waist.

You pulled away as Maria was about to deepen in. "Although I'd love to but I only said for a proper kiss." Now it was your turn to give her quick peck before walking ahead of her.

"This so very cringey but also so cute at the same time." Coulson solighed as he saw the whole thing happen.

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#black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romonova #natasha x reader #natasha x you

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kireimarkeu · 4 years

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retrouvailles; l.mk

THIS IS A REPOST!!!!

Summary: counting down the days until you finally see your long-distance boyfriend.

Mark is a jerk at one point. Also noticed how I put skype when they were calling through the phone and ft through laptop LOL

word count: 5.7k

Also lets pretend we can use spotify in korea ok

--Day 98

(10:33PM) Cutie: you idiot

(10:33PM) Cutie: answer my call!! You loserrrr

(10:34PM) You: omg give me a second

(10:35PM) You: ffs jshkdmj

(10:35PM) Cutie: omg what are you doing

(10:35PM) Cutie: why are you taking so long

(10:37PM) You: GIVE ME A SECOND

(10:37PM) You: im taking food

You plop onto your bed, placing the plate of grapes on the mattress, resulting in some to topple out of the bowl. You quickly pop one in your mouth before turning on your laptop.

Before you could even call Mark, he was already requesting a facetime with you. You immediately answered.

“Finally,” your boyfriend huffs when the call was finally connected.

You hum, your hands searching for more grapes that has dropped on your bed sheets, popping them in your mouth.

“What are you eating?” he asks.

“Grapes,” your voice came out muffled from chewing, but Mark understands.

“That’s what took you so long?” he frowns, “I can cut a watermelon in 5 seconds,”

“I didn’t ask,” you bite back.

Your boyfriend automatically raises his hand to flash his middle finger while you did the same back at him.

“What time is it there?” you ask him with raised eyebrows.

You were studying in Korea but because of the virus, you had to go back to Canada. You didn’t know how long you would be staying, but Mark had promised you that he would make it work.

“Um,” he looks at the clock that was a hanging next to him, “it’s 2:30PM here,” he answers, looking back at you, “It’s about 11 there, right?”

You nod.

“Don’t you have class tomorrow?” Mark asks.

Lucky for you, your classes has changed to the local timing in Canada. Meaning, you don’t need to stay up at ungodly hours for your classes.

“I think I can wake up tomorrow,”

“Do you want me to call you?”

“Please,” you pout.

Mark scowls jokingly at you, “the things I do for my girlfriend,”

You giggle innocently at your boyfriend, “I love you,” you make a heart with your hands, grinning at your laptop.

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes.

--Day 90

“Babe, look up,” you call.

Mark looks up to see you holding your phone up, obviously filming him through the screen.

“What?”

He could hear you grinning from behind your phone.

“Smile,” you instruct.

He grins awkwardly while you let out a snort from behind the screen. You put your phone down, typing something before looking back up at your boyfriend.

“What did you do?”

You look up at him, biting back a smile— to which you failed, “go check Instagram,”

Mark immediately opens Instagram to see that you had posted something on your private Instagram. Only him and the members are following your private account since your relationship is still private.

He clicks on the bubble to see a video of him that you had recorded. When he smiles, his face morphed into a horse from of the filter you were using. Mark couldn’t help but chuckle at the funny effect.

“Okay, that’s kinda funny,” he admits.

He looks back up at you to see you holding your phone in front of your face again, probably trying another filter on him again.

“Is this another ugly filter, again?” whines your boyfriend.

You laugh, your phone not covering your face anymore, “it’s not!”

“Don’t lie,”

Your giggles got louder, “it’s not! I swear!”

“Fine,” he huffs. He straightens his back and stares at the camera, waiting for you to finish recording.

You put your phone down re-watching the video, chuckles leaving your lips.

“What filter did you use?”

“It’s on my insta, baby,”

He looks down on his phone again to see that you have posted another story. He immediately clicks on it to see it was an NCT filter.

‘Who is your NCT Bias?’ Was written on top of his head.

Mark waits for the filter to show the result. He grimaced when he got Jeno. He swipes up to reply to your story to send you a message.

markleeee99 replied to your story: ewww

--Day 87

(1:18PM) mwark: hello baby

(1:20PM) you: wht im having class rn

(1:20PM) mwark: so

(1:25PM) you: i have class??? go away loser

(1:25PM) mwark: :( I just wanna talk to my girlfriend tho :/

(1:27PM) you: later

(1:27PM) mwark: nooo

(1:33PM) you: omg youre an idol why are you so free

(1:34PM) you: go dance or rap or smth

(1:34PM) mwark: babyyyy

(1:35PM) you: im putting my phone on dnd

(1:35PM) mwark: nooo

(1:35PM) mwark: babe

(1:40PM) mwark: did you actually leave me D:

(1:40PM) mwark: ok whatev

(1:40PM) mwark: I was about to send you something but I guess I won’t now

(1:40PM) mwark: are you still ignoring me????

(1:41PM) mwark: omg babe I was jst joking I’ll send you some gifts

(1:41PM) mwark: booo u suck :(

--Day 81

This time, it was slightly different. Instead of your usual late-night calls through the computer, you had immediately skype him through your phone when you had received a package from Korea.

“You got me something?” you ask loudly when your boyfriend answered your call.

“Jeez, hello to you too, babe,” he rolls his eyes, “and yea, did it arrive?”

“What did you get me? And what type of shipping did you choose? It arrived so quickly,”

The box was pretty heavy, so you had to put your phone down to place the huge box on the counter before bringing your phone back into view.

“Express, I paid like extra,” Mark answers, eyeing you through the screen.

You click your tongue, opening the drawer to take out a knife, “stop wasting your money, you dumbass,”

Mark didn’t reply, instead he waits for you to open the package.

You let out a sigh, “what did you get me this time?”

You open the cardboard box, a navy-blue hoodie covering the top of it. You pull it out, looking at Mark who has a smile plastered on his face.

“Is this your hoodie?!” you squeal, putting it on yourself.

Your heart melt when the familiar scent fills your nostrils. It smells just like Mark.

“Canada is getting cold isn’t it? Keep yourself warm, baby,”

You lean over to take everything out from the box. Mark had given you his half-used cologne that he uses on a daily.

“I bought a new one just so I could give you mine,” he tells you, a playful smirk on his lips.

He had also packed some of your favourite Korean snacks, and some that you haven’t tried before. Along with some matching phone cases for the both of you.

“Now I feel bad I didn’t get anything for you,” you frown., pulling the hoodie over your head.

“Don’t be,” he reassures you, “being able to see you is already enough,”

You scrunch your nose in disgust, “cringey, Mark-ie,”

“Fuck you,” he chuckles, flashing his middle finger at you.

Your eyes widen when he cursed, “my mom’s home, you idiot!”

You laugh loudly when Mark’s eyes widen in surprise, both his hands covering his mouth.

“Y/N?” you hear your mom call from the living room, “who are you talking to?”

Before you could even reply, your mother was walking towards you.

“It’s Mark,” you answer as your mother got into frame to see Mark.

“Mark! It has been a while, how’s Korea?”

Your boyfriend greeted your mom politely, a grin plastered on his face. Your mom was about to reach for your phone to talk to Mark, but you frown and pull away.

“Noo, I wanna talk to Mark,”

You gathered the gifts Mark had given you in your arms before skipping up the stairs to your room, to spend the whole day (night for him) with him.

--Day 80

“Yo, Mark, there’s some food left outside, do you want it?” you heard Johnny ask from through the screen.

Mark turns to look at the intruder, “knock next time, dude,” groans Mark.

“Is that y/n?”

Johnny suddenly enters the frame with a gummy grin, waving enthusiastically at you.

“Hi Johnny, how are you?” you smile, waving back at the older boy.

Just when Johnny was about to get comfortable on Mark’s bed, your boyfriend let out string of whines, moving his phone until you could only see his cheeks.

“Ah, that’s enough,” your boyfriend says in annoyance, “y/n is tired, goodnight, baby.”

You couldn’t even reply because Mark had already ended the skype call.

You pout, opening your messenger to send a text to your boyfriend.

(7:35PM) You: heyyy why’d you end the call? ):

(7:36PM) Bubba: sorry

(7:36PM) Bubba: johnny was being annoying

(7:36PM) You: he wasn’t tho ):

(7:36PM) You: can we call again?

(7:38PM) Bubba: sorry angel

(7:38PM) Bubba: johnny wants me to go make music

(7:38PM) Bubba: later tonight?

(7:38PM) You: oky

(7:42PM) You: love u!

(7:42PM) Bubba: love u too

(7:42PM) Bubba: <3

--Day 76

You were in the middle of facetiming mark when your phone vibrates from a text. You raise your eyebrows, thinking it was Mark.

(12:11AM) Johnny: hey

(12:11AM) Johnny: I need to ask you something

(12:13AM) You: yeah?

(12:13AM) Johnny: is mark okay lately?

(12:13AM) You: he seems fine to me, why? Did something happen?

(12:14AM) Johnny: I don’t know if I should tell you about this

(12:14AM) Johnny: but

(12:14AM) Johnny: youre the only one who can probably help him

(12:14AM) You: help him with what?

You look up at your laptop to see that Mark’s eyes was still glued on his phone. Probably playing some games.

(12:17AM) Johnny: he hasn’t been eating lately

(12:19AM) Johnny: he doesn’t really tell us stuff anymore so I was wondering you would’ve known something?

(12:22AM) You: oh

(12:22AM) You: he hasn’t told me anything

(12:23AM) You: I’ll talk to him about it

(12:25AM) You: thanks johnny :)

“Hey,” you jump at your boyfriend’s voice. You snap your head to look at your boyfriend who was already staring at you with curious eyes. “What are you so busy with?”

You clear your throat, shaking your head, tossing your phone to the side.

“I wanna ask you something,” you say.

“Whats up?”

You scratch your head, unsure of how to put it into words without offending your boyfriend. You knew he hated being babied but you still want to care for him. He was your other half, after all.

“Have you been eating well lately?”

You could sense Mark was stunned by the random question. He looks away from your wary eyes.

“Who told you?”

“Mark—”

“It was Johnny wasn’t it?” he cuts you off in anger. “God damn it, this is why I don’t want you talking to my friends,”

Why was he making this such a big deal?

“Mark I was just asking a simple question, why are you acting this way?” you argued back.

He shakes his head, threading his fingers through his black hair stressfully.

“I need to go Y/N,” sighs your boyfriend, “Goodnight,”

“Mark—” you were too late. Mark had already ended the call.

A heavy sigh left your lips as you lied down on your bed.

You weren’t sure if you should text him or give him space. Should you apologize? Was it your fault for bringing it up?

After thinking for a while, you decided to send him a text.

(8:33PM) You: hi baby. I was just asking because I was worried about you. I know you hate it when I baby you, but I’m just looking out for you. I didn’t mean to bother you

(8:33PM) You: please don’t blame your friends for this.

(8:36PM) You: I’m sorry, okay?

(8:40PM) You: I just want you to eat healthily. I’m not there to take care of you and I just want you to be healthy.

(8:47PM) You: just text me whenever so we can talk this out

(8:57PM) You: goodnight, mark

--Day 75

(12:03PM) Lovey: hey

(12:03PM) Lovey: I was thinking and realised how selfish I acted towards you

(12:05PM) Lovey: I know you were just looking out for me and I was just wasn’t in the mood because of how stressful it has been

(12:05PM) Lovey: please don’t apologize. Its my fault

(12:15PM) You: why haven’t you been eating?

(12:15PM) Lovey: comeback

(12:15PM) Lovey: I’m trying to lose some cheeks for this comeback

(12:30PM) Lovey: sorry for worrying you

(12:31PM) You: whaa…

(12:33PM) You: but you know my favourite part of your face is your cheeks D:

(12:33PM) Lovey: :(

(12:33PM) You: will you start eating again?

(12:35PM) You: im not going to force you, mark. It’s really up to you.

(12:35PM) Lovey: im eating right now

(12:35PM) You: what are you eating

(12:38PM) Lovey: cereal

(12:38PM) Lovey: and um some left over sushi from yesterday

(12:38PM) You: ohhh sounds delicious

(12:40PM) You: okay I wont disturb you anymore, have fun eating bby

As you were about to put your phone away but there was an incoming videocall from your boyfriend. A small chuckle left your lips as you answered the call.

--Day 73

“Yo, did you see it?!” was the first thing Mark had asked you when you answered his call.

You raise your eyebrows in confusion, sitting up from your laying position, “see what?”

“We just posted a new dance practice; did you not see it?” his eyes widen dismay.

You shook your head, grabbing your laptop from the table, placing it on your lap, “nope, my phone was on dnd,”

“How did you answer my call, then?”

“You’re in my favourites dumbass,”

You type in your password before searching YouTube and clicking on the video that your boyfriend was talking about.

While watching the video, you placed your phone resting on the laptop so Mark could see your face. Throughout the whole video, you were singing softly to the song.

“Did you see that?! Did you see it?” Mark suddenly yells through the screen during the dance break part.

You jump a little, “what? What? What did I miss?”

He groans at you, “the bracelet! Johnny dropped it!”

“Huh?” you press the arrow to repeat it again and you noticed how Johnny’s bracelet fell while he was dancing.

“Wait a little more, I picked it up! Like a professional!”

You waited a little longer and your boyfriend was right. While he was getting into position, your boyfriend had swept the bracelet in his hands.

You grin, “proud of you, babe,”

You wanted to continue watching but your laptop started lagging from the terrible wi-fi. You groan in annoyance, pressing pause, hoping it would reload but it only hangs even more.

“God damnit, this fucking wi-fi,”

“Should I buy you a router? Or a new laptop?” he jokes.

--Day 71

(9:02PM) You: hey wanna call?

(9:02PM) You: today was so stressful I just wanna talk to you

(10:12PM) You: ahh you must be busy with comeback

(9:32PM) You: sorry babe! We’ll jst call tmr? :)

(9:33PM) You: love u! make sureee u drink lots of water <3

-Day 67

Mark lets out an aspirated sigh as he answers your facetime call. “What, Y/N?”

You frown at the way he greets you. He was moody probably because he just finished practicing.

You could tell from how he was laying on his bed without a shirt on, or how he would repeatedly thread his fingers through his black locks.

“I just wanted to talk to you,” you mumble out softly, your eyes softening, feeling guilty that you were disturbing him.

You bit your lip anxiously when Mark simply sighs, rolling his eyes slightly, “should we just call another time?”

He sighs once more, moving around until he lays on his side, “no, no, what’s up?”

You felt a little hesitant, unsure if he was being sarcastic or not. Mark wasn’t the type to approach something if he doesn’t like it, he would just go with the flow.

You shook your head, laying back down onto your bed, “No, you’re tired and I shouldn’t be disturbing you right now.”

Mark opens his mouth but you cut him off, “Sorry, Mark. Goodnight.”

You quickly end the call with a heavy heart, throwing your phone next to you. You knew you shouldn’t be expecting an incoming call from your boyfriend, but you shamelessly waited for his specific ringtone.

It did break your heart a little when you didn’t get any response from your boyfriend.

That night, you had spent your time watching Netflix with tears rolling down your cheeks.

-Day 62

“Y/N?”

A choked sob left your throat, your hands wiping the tears running down your cheeks.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Johnny’s voice filled your ears.

You gulp as your heart clench painfully when you hear Mark’s laughter in the background.

“Y/N, d-do you want me to pass the phone to Mark?”

“N-no,” you quickly say out, pausing a little. Hiccups leaving your lips, “d-don’t… please,”

“Okay?” Johnny replies in uncertainty, “Are you… okay? Should I beat Mark up?” he jokes.

You couldn’t bring yourself to smile. “How is he doing?” you whisper, but Johnny could hear very clearly.

You assumed that he had moved somewhere else since you can’t hear the boys screaming in the background.

“Did something happen?” Johnny asks, “I’m not with them right now, so you can tell me.”

You remember the last time you had last talked to Mark.

It has been exactly 5 days since the both of you last texted— or even called. You weren’t sure why or how it happened.

It had taken a big toll on you— you couldn’t focus during lessons and you had spent most of the nights wide awake, thinking what had gone wrong. You had contemplated multiple times whether you should send him a text, but every time you push yourself to say something, you would always remember how busy he is.

“We haven’t been talking for a while,” you answer painfully, “but he’s doing fine, right?”

You hope he’s doing fine.

You hear Johnny lets out an agitated sigh, “Don’t worry Y/N, I’ll go talk to him, okay?”

“Just… don’t stress him out even more.”

“I won’t. Just… stop crying over him, okay?” he says, “Mark is an idiot, he’s not worth crying over.”

A small giggle leaves your lips, “you sound like a girl right now,”

-Day 61

(12:12AM) Mark: hey babe

(12:12AM) Mark: johnny just talked to me about what happened

(12:13AM) Mark: can we talk?

(12:45AM) You: okay

(12:45AM) Mark: great, I’ll call you

(12:45AM) You: no

(12:46AM) You: we’ll text

(12:46AM) You: here

You just know that you would be a sobbing mess once you hear Mark’s voice.

(12:46AM) Mark: oh

(12:46AM) Mark: okay

(12:46AM) Mark: youre okay tho

(12:47AM) Mark: right

(12:52AM) You: mhm

(12:52AM) Mark: that’s great um

(12:52AM) Mark: i didn’t know you were feeling that way

(12:53AM) Mark: i’ve been so busy lately i forgot to text or call you

(12:53AM) Mark: and that is not your fault at all

(12:53AM) Mark: i shouldn’t be acting like that in the first place

(12:54AM) Mark: its just really hard with timezones and everything

(12:54AM) Mark: especially with the comeback and all

(12:54AM) You: what are you saying mark?

(12:55AM) Mark: what?

(12:58AM) You: are you breaking up with me?

(12:58AM) Mark: wat? no. what.

(12:58AM) You: wait so we’re not breaking up?

(12:58AM) Mark: what

(12:58AM) Mark: no of course not what are you saying?

(12:59AM) You: I DON’T KNOW

(12:59AM) You: i thought you wanted to break up

(12:59AM) Mark: no I don’t want to what the fuck

(12:59AM) You: so we’re good now right?

-Day 51

Soft melodies were playing in the background while the both of you were doing different things.

You were sitting on your chair, your elbows pressing painfully against your desk, working on your homework diligently. Your phone was perched on your lamp, making sure Mark could see your face.

Your boyfriend was laying on his bed with a notebook laying in front of him, a pen in his hand while he thought of lyrics. He had his legs swinging back and forth behind him cutely.

You exhale loudly as you re-read the same question over and over again.

Mark immediately looks up, “you okay?”

You hum without even looking at him before you continued doing your work.

Mark decides to leave you alone as to not distract you. He rests his cheek against his arm as he tries to think of another sentence to finish the song he was working on.

His eyes slowly dart towards you who had their eyebrows furrowed cutely, a pout plastered on your lips, baby hairs littering against your forehead and cheeks.

Without even realising, a small smile spreads across Mark’s lips. His breath slows down as he relaxed and stares at your figure.

Multiple sentences that could be used as lyrics flooded through his head. He quickly sits up to write the flood of inspiration that was bursting through his veins.

-Day 43

(2:53AM) boyfie: duuudee!!

(2:53AM) boyfie: vlive!!

(2:53AM) boyfie: quick!!!!!

(3:15AM) You: omg ok give me a sec

(3:15AM) You: I just woke up

With a yawn, you open the vlive app and click on the NCT127 page to enter the live your boyfriend was doing.

‘Hi’ you type in the comment section. You stare at your boyfriend, scanning his facial expression to notice your comment.

Exactly 5 seconds later, a huge grin spreads across his lips as he looks up at the camera to wave.

It eased you to know that he was waving at you, for you. Maybe you were being selfish, but you were glad that Mark was yours. Although it does get on your nerves when you see your friends post about how much he loves your boyfriend.

‘mark is so handsome’ you typed.

Unfortunately, Mark didn’t notice your comment, but Donghyuck did. Donghyuck nudges your boyfriend, who immediately responded, turning to look at him.

His friend showed him your comment, which your boyfriend immediately smiles to.

‘I love mark lee so much!!!’

A few seconds later Mark creates a small heart at the camera before looking away with crimson red cheeks.

-Day 38

“So you and Mina, huh?” you say bitterly, rolling your eyes.

You were referring to the interaction between the two when Mina was leaving music bank. You might’ve been slightly jealous of the chemistry between the two, especially when all the fans would ship the both of them.

Mark can only watch you in amusement, a small smile playing along his lips.

“Is she better than me?” you say sarcastically, clicking your tongue,

You envied their friendship. Someone who was merely a friend was able to see your boyfriend so easily.

His face softens, “you know she’s not like that, baby,” his tone was soft, easy to persuade you.

Baby. You wanted to scoff at that. He only used that term when he was trying to win your heart.

You huff, crossing your arms violently. “You’re always with her!”

He chuckles, looking down at his phone before looking back up at you quickly.

You pout at the boy through the screen, “you love me more, right Mark?”

He sarcastically rolls his at your question. What kind of question was that?

His face scrunches in disgust, “Firstly, I don’t even love Mina that way, babe,” he tells you, “and secondly, the only person I love you, alright? So stop being jealous you wimp.”

“Wimp?” you scoff, “and you’re my boyfriend?”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

Just as you were about to respond to him, your phone vibrated with a notification. You look down and gaped.

_happiness_o wants to send you a message.

“Mark…”

You unlocked your phone to see the message that Mina was trying to send you.

“You told her?!” you exclaimed, looking up at your boyfriend who was stifling his laughter. “Mark! Why would you do that?!” you whine, throwing your phone next to you.

“In my defence, I didn’t tell her to send you a text,” he says, “I was just talking about how cute you were being!”

-Day 22

You were laying on your side, deep in a slumber while Mark stares at you lovingly.

Your cheek pressed cutely against your pillow which made your lips pout cutely. The little pieces of hair adorning your temples and cheeks only made Mark want to push it back against your ear. Something he would do every time you were sleeping with him.

He suddenly got an idea and fishes out his phone, searching a filter that he had saved for this particular moment.

He clicks on the filter, waiting for it to load for a moment, before adjusting the angle so the filter could scan his face properly. Once he was sure it won’t budge, he presses record.

‘your soulmate is sleeping right now’

A sad smile adorns his lips, looking at you through the screen. He flips the camera, zooming into your sleeping form then ending the video.

Mark was quite hesitant to post it since he was never the type to post about his relationship with you. But these past few days has been hitting him differently.

He missed you so much, he swore he could go crazy. He had spent another unreasonable amount on you again. He couldn’t even sleep because you were always stuck on his mind.

He bit his lip anxiously before posting the video on his Instagram story. He noticed how your phone vibrated right when it was uploaded— you had his notifications on.

-Day 15

“So it’s gonna be forever~” you sing loudly, pointing your hairbrush to Mark who was laughing loudly through the screen.

“Or it’s gonna go down in flames…” he sings off tune.

While you were busy singing and dancing from all Taylor Swift’s song, Mark had stealthily recorded you with his phone to upload them on his private Instagram.

‘idiot. But my idiot’ he captioned before tagging you and posting it on his page.

“Sing with me, Mark!” you shout, looking at your boyfriend. “Cherry lips, crystal skies, I could show you incredible things,” you sang, pointing at Mark.

Your boyfriend blushes when he realizes you were singing to him.

You cough loudly before clearing your throat after blaring out lyrics to Taylor swift. You reach for your cup of water before gulping it down.

“What song should we sing to next?” you ask, scrolling down through you and Mark’s playlist. The both of you had shared one account ever since he found out the both of you shared the same music taste.

“Should we do a rap?” he suggests.

You smirk up at him, “oooh, because you’re a rapper, huh? Okay, okay.”

You thumb press on ‘Beauty and a Beat’ by Justin Bieber and Nicki Minaj.

“I’m a better rapper than you, Mark Lee,” you shout at your boyfriend before rapping to Nicki Minaj’s part.

It was so adorable at how you stumbled over some words, or when you had your eyebrows furrowed trying to rap to the lyrics.

At this moment, Mark thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. You had your hair tied up in the ugliest bun he has ever seen, but you looked so adorable, especially in the huge t-shirt you were wearing. But most importantly, the huge grin plastered on your lips and tint of red adorning your cheeks, puts a smile on Mark’s face.

Right when the song has ended, you let out a tired sigh, lying against your bed.

“Am I better than you, Markie?”

He bit back a smile and nodded, “you should replace me in NCT, babe,”

You pretend to think, “I should, shouldn’t I?”

-Day 7

You were talking about Mark about your friend who had pissed you off earlier today.

He shrugs, “honestly, I saw that coming. I never liked her,”

You groan, throwing your head back, “I know right,” you stress, “I should’ve listened to you,”

Mark rests his cheek against his palm, “so what are you going to do?”

You pout, “I don’t know. What should I do, Mark?”

Your boyfriend hums, thinking for a while, “I think it’s best if you cut her off. She doesn’t deserve you, babe.”

You let out an aspirated sigh, frowning. “she was just a close friend…” you trailed off sadly.

“I know, baby,” he coos, “but your mental health is important too.”

Your eyes widen cutely, “I love you,”

That caught your boyfriend off-guard, his eyes widen in awe. “w-what, don’t be weird!” he sputters out.

“You’re weird!” you bite back.

-Day 3

“Mark,” you call out, your boyfriend immediately humming. “I learnt a new tiktok dance,”

He raises his eyebrows. He has never downloaded Tiktok but he knows how much you love the app. Most of the time the both of you were calling, you would be scrolling through the app, sending him links of videos that you found funny.

It was a secret: Mark never actually watches the video. But you do not need to know that.

“Show me, baby,”

You stood up, adjusting your laptop in a decent position. You reach for your phone to play the music before you started dancing.

Mark recognized the song as Savage. It was a song that Taeyong would constantly play.

Your boyfriend’s eyes widen in bewilderment, amazed at how good you were at dancing.

“Woah, woah,” he gapes when you started throwing back.

When the song ended, you ambled towards your laptop, “how was it? Was I good? Was I as good as Taeyong and Johnny?”

He rolls his eyes at that, “do you do it to other people?”

“What?”

“The throwing back thing,”

Ah. He was jealous.

You shrug, looking away from his intense gaze, “I don’t know. I was planning to ask some of my friends about their opinion.”

“Y/N,” he says sternly.

“I was joking! Jeez. You’re such a party pooper.”

-Day 2

You laid on your side, your arm supporting your head. A movie was playing on your laptop screen but you could only stare at Mark’s face.

He was busy laughing at one of the scenes but you couldn’t focus from his handsome face.

He was wearing the ugly black glasses that he chose a few weeks ago, but he still looked so good in your eyes. His black hair was styled messily from laying around.

“Babe, are you watching?” his eyes widen cutely after sensing how quiet you were being.

“I am,” you mumble out, but your eyes never leaved your boyfriend’s screen.

“Okay,” he whispers, resting his body as he continued watching the movie that was played on the screen.

At this moment in time, you wanted to tell Mark how much you love him. You wanted to smother him in kisses.

“Mark,” you called. You realise how he had paused the movie that was playing to listen to you. “I love you,” you tell him.

Mark was frozen for a second, confused yet flustered by your sudden confusion. He smirks, playing the movie, “weirdo. I love you too, you cutie.”

-Day 1

(11:01PM) bub: babyyyy hiiiii

(11:01PM) bub: wanna call ;)

(11:05PM) bub: hello why r u not replying

(11:05PM) bub: it’s only 11 there

(11:10PM) bub: I know youre not asleep babe

(11:10PM) bub: arghhh

(11:10PM) bub: are you asleep????

(11:10PM) bub: :(

(11:10PM) bub: well ok gn bb I’ll talk to you tmr

(11:10PM) bub: love youuuu

D-DAY

You were laying on Mark’s bed restlessly, waiting for your boyfriend to reach his dorm. When you heard the door unlock, a grin spread across your lips when you saw your boyfriend walk in.

“Hi Mark,” you greet, waving at your boyfriend.

Mark looks up at you and nods, “hi y/n,” he says back before turning the other way to go to the bathroom.

You bit back a smile quietly, giving him a minute to realise. You quietly stood up by the bed to amble towards your boyfriend.

“Wait,” he pauses, turning around slowly, his eyes widening at the sight of you walking up to him, “w-what? Is this real? y/n?”

You smile at him, spreading your arms, waiting for him to tackle you in a hug. “I’m here, baby.”

“Oh my god,” he breathes out before rushing towards you to pull you against his chest. “You’re here, oh my god,”

You rest your head on his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. You’ve missed the moment for so long. For more than 3 months, you had to live without Mark’s presence.

He pulls you away, his hand gripping your shoulder tightly. “How— what are you doing here?!” he exclaims.

Your cheeks were hurting from smiling so much, “to see you, of course!”

“You surprised me!” he exclaims, pulling you in for another hug, “oh my god, you scared me so much, I love you so much. When did you get here? You didn’t answer my texts yesterday!”

“I love you too and I was in the plane, I couldn’t text you back,” you reply, however your voice was muffled by the black cotton shirt he was wearing. You pull away, looking up at him, “are you not going to kiss me?” you asked abruptly.

He looks down at you with wide eyes, “w-what. That is so sudden, don’t say that!” he stutters out, looking away from you.

You pout at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “what? I came all the way here, didn’t get enough sleep just to see my boyfriend but he won’t kiss me?”

He scowls at you, his arm dropping to rest around your waist. He leans down to connect both your lips. You felt your heart spark when you felt his lips graze against yours.

You didn’t even realise you were pulling him down even more to kiss him deeper. Mark’s grip on your waist tightened, pulling you even closer.

“Ah, the kids have finally met,” you heard someone say from behind you two.

Mark and you pull away breathlessly, his lips tinted a bright shiny red. The both of you turn around to see Taeil standing at the door.

Your boyfriend whines, “Go away, Hyung,”

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