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kumasakka · 3 months ago

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐔𝐑 ! ❞

⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. gaku x reader .

⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. for once he isn’t staying up late for his video games but instead for you.

⋆.˚ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. ~1.5k .

⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. fluff. f!reader. noceur - (n.) one who stays up late. mix of canon and self made. spoiler - free . safe for minors! crappy writing. gaku may seem ooc .

　"PLEASE, please, please, please! Can you pick me up?"

As a matter of fact, you never would've thought about you begging for anyone or anything. But here you are, about to break into tears while begging, because your dear friend wouldn't give in to pick you up from school. It wasn't even that much work, considering he was near your school. And the fact you two haven't seen each other for a while — a while means two years.

God who knows what Gaku was doing in those years. You have no idea where that guy was even disappearing with his supposed family! They don't even look an ounce similiar beside their silverly-white hair and those good-looks. Who cares now though? You're in a situation in which you can't waste a second since it was hard as hell to convince someone as lazy as him to do something for you.

"Look, if you told your friends a lie and land into a stupid situation, you gotta get out by yourself." his tired voice was on the speaker, "I ain't getting your ass outta that."

"But we haven't seen each other for so long! Didn't you miss me?! We can play roblox together again." you cried out as quiet as you can, sitting on the damned school toilette.

"I don't know where you live but we can play that without meeting each other." you could only hear him sigh at the other end of the mic.

"That's it, I'm burning your house down in adopt me! I'm stealing your neon pets too, lazy monkey!"

"Yeah, yeah. Good luck."

With those last words the call ended, not in your favor. You slammed your fist against the wall of the cabin and stood up from the toilette seat, not caring if someone else heard you. You roughly put your phone into your pocket of your skirt while storming out of the girls' restroom and returning to your friends, mind sunken deep into furious thoughts.

How could he be so mean? After all the time you've spent together playing shitty video games to cure his boredom! You only thought about him whenever he invited you to play with him. Yeah that summarized up how much you like him, enough to watch him speedrun some games and sticking by his side like glue. "He's such a bitch." you cursed, your rushing turned into walking.

Calmly, you pat down your skirt to remove any wrinkles before sliding the door to the side with a tight smile. "Sorry, guys. My boyfriend is a little tired after returning to japan. I mean he was away for a long time and of course, he also needs some time to get used to here. So he can't pick me up today." the lie slipped out of your lips as if it was second nature as you sat down on your seat again.

"Naw, not even on valentine's day?!" one of your friend exclaimed. "Would've loved to met that dude you're crushing about the whole time."

"Must be hard to führen a long-distance relationship."

"So actually, what if he isn't real? Guys, what if [name] lost her sanity and made up a guy. Or what if he's an online boyfriend and [name] is being an e-kitten 'cause she needs money." you twitched as your friend joked.

"I mean there is a chance. After all, they met on the internet!"

That wasn't a lie though. You did meet Gaku through an underrated game — it wasn't a popular game at all, barely hundred log-in's per day and everyone knew each other. He joined, you two became good friends, traded numbers and after a good amount of time you two met in real life. Mind you, you two were fourteen at that time, dumb enough to trust strangers you met online.

Okay maybe you were the dumb one for blindly trusting him. But if you didn't, you wouldn't have been good friends like today! Four years later. And you crushed so hard on him, you could literally walk the path of shame when you thought about your obsession era. It's fine now! The crush phase calmed down while he was away somewhere. You still can't believe he doesn't trust you enough to tell you where.

"You all are fake as heck." you huffed. "Skipping club today."

"Guys, stop. [name] is already heartbroken enough. No need to add more weight and now she's even skipping club!"

"Thank you, mamacita."

"Stop."

"No way."

　You groaned in annoyance, burrying your head deep into your pillow. You're so stupid. "Maybe it was a little wishful on my part for hoping that he would pick me up! I mean, he probably is really tired." you muttered under your breath. "But it's not like he is never tired! That stupid duck only stays up for his stupid games! Curse them, curse them all! He only thinks about this shit."

Sigh.

"Can't believe I'm crushing on someone like him. Bet he reeks. He should touch grass. Green aura with dead flies." you turned so you could lay on your side, eyes wandering to the chocolate bag on your table. "You simp."

It's already midnight. Hours past valentine's day. And you didn't even get to give him the chocolate yourself. "Stop worrying about that [name]." you told yourself as you closed your eyes for a second. "He's right. It's my own fault for telling my friends he's my boyfriend just because everyone had someone they loved and bragged about."

With that, you covered your face in shame and little embarrassment. "Shit... I'm lucky I didn't ruin our friendship over something as silly as this." what you called silly was actually your feelings. If you didn't act because of your feelings, you wouldn't be so disappointed. You really should start thinking before acting.

"I..." you covered your face with the pillow and grabbed your phone from the nightstand, now laying on your stomach, "really wanted to give him this box."

As soon as you looked up from the soft cushion, the light that was emitted by your phone blinded you for a moment before your eyes got used to it.

× The Love Of My Life (1) missed call

[05:34pm]

"Oh." you let out in surprise. Your eyes widened. "Oh."

"Ah... I should call back." you coughed, about to press the call button. "Wait, it's super late though. He probably isn't awake. Or he is awake and playing some video games like always. But he would've called me though— He did call me. The call was a while ago though. Too early for his usual all-nighters play through."

Calling The Love Of My Life . . .

"Uh... seems like it was the inevitable." you sat up from your bed, eyes looking out of the window. Suddenly, you felt nervous. Yet you did the get much time to prepare because after two rings, the call got accepted.

"Finally called back huh? Were you ignoring me or something?" his voice was on the speaker again.

"Yeah of course..." you awkwardly trailed off and tried to play it off coolly, "and? What'cha doing?"

"Nothing. Chilling on the swing." weird.

"Huh, not even playing your usual midnight games?" you asked curiously.

"Surprisingly not. I was waiting."

"Waiting for what? For my call or what? Is that why you stayed up so late till midnight?" you teased him jokingly.

"Actually yes. I was waiting for you."

You blinked at that before chuckling, confused. "Eh?"

"I was waiting for you at the gate. Skipped club today, didn't you?"

"I..." you gazed to the box on your desk, "stay there. You're at the park, right?"

"Guessed right."

Without wasting another second, you ended the call and stumbled out of the bed, rushing past your desk while grabbing onto the box. "I'm out for a sec'!" you whispered-shouted, not caring to change your pyjama as you got your jacket.

　Panting heavily, you finally reached your destination to the park and frantically looked around to search a certain white-headed guy. 'Chilling on the swing, he said chilling on the swing.' your gaze went to the swing. There he was, comfortably sitting on it without any worries and seemingly enjoying the night sky.

"[name], you're here." he spoke up, eyes following your slow figure. His gaze was glued to you. Even after noticing the little box in your hand. "I've been waiting."

"You're at this specific park since it's near my park, aren't you?" you questioned and already figured him out, your heavy breathing calming down ever so slightly. "Here."

Now he allowed himself to take a look at the box you were holding onto. "Happy late Valentine's day, Gaku." you whispered, taking his hand so he would accept those chocolate. "Make sure to pay me back tenfold." you turned your back to him, cheeks completely red while thinking that you made yourself look like some kind of fool. "Or else I will be very mad at you."

"Happy late Valentine's day. I didn't expect such half-assed confession." you froze at the spot, your head back to the guy whose expression was unclear. "Stayed up for you and this, you know?

WHERE'S THE ›I LOVE YOU‹?"

a/n's note — what the skibidi did I write

#❨🎐❩ 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 :: shitpost.#sakamoto days x reader #sakamoto days x you #sakamoto days x y/n #sakamoto days #gaku #gaku x reader

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celestiamour · 10 months ago

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‧₊˚✧ ❛[ every week is fashion week ]❜

ft. wade wilson x gn! reader — marvel

╰₊✧ playing dress to impress with deadpool┊0.6k words

contains: wade being wade and probably ooc because he’s a bitch to write for

➤ author's note: gaming with him could fix me honestly

╰₊✧ when you hear him yelling and swearing insults like a sailor, you assume that he was playing some sort of rage game or a first-person shooter that he sucked at, but when you enter his room to see what all the commotion is about, you’ll see him hunched over on his ipad playing roblox like a child. the moment he sees you, he’s going to force you to download the app if you didn’t have it already and have you duo with him to have cute matching couple outfits.

╰₊✧ he knows nearly every code that’s active, has vip unlocked, and theorizes about the story behind it all like the lore whore he is. it sounds crazy to you how such a dress-up game could contain little details about a doppelganger replacing the nail tech, a mysterious organization, and something called the “flesh room, but you suppose that every generation needs to have an innocent-looking media hiding dark secrets.

╰₊✧ speaking of generations, you’re a hundred percent sure he’s too old to be playing this game and the way he bullies other players who are likely children makes you think that he was a regina george equivalent back in the day. he claims you only think that because he’s a harsh critic who rarely gives out anything higher than three stars, but it’s clear that he forgets that it’s a game for kids and gets carried away often.

“what the hell is that?! that’s not 2000s, that’s 2010s, dumbass!”

“babe, i’m pretty sure that they weren’t even born yet in the 2000s.”

“whatever, it’s still the ugliest fucking skirt i’ve ever seen.”

╰₊✧ he’s super competitive and petty with a capital “p,” strutting his model around to scope out the competition and singing a little improvised song under his breath along with the background music (some crazy stuff comes out of his mouth, things that make you whip your head around to stare at him while he acts like he didn’t just say the wildest shit for the sake of a rhyme). every round is like a different episode of reality television, and wade is constantly beefing with other contestants like it’s high school again.

“ooh, she ate.”

“...really?”

“yeah, she ‘ate’... OFF MY PLATE! THIS BITCH IS COPYING ME!”

╰₊✧ because his fashion sense is impeccable and his creativity is off the charts, he gets copied a lot and he will walk up to them to confront them about it. if they try to walk away or insist they aren’t, he’ll menacingly follow them around with a bloodlust that somehow permeates the screen until they finally change. you need to remind him to stop scaring the children, yet he never listens because it’s not like they can hear him roasting them on an open fire anyway.

╰₊✧ he always lands in the top five and carries you when doing duos because you refuse to spend a cent on roblox, but he can get pretty pissy when an outfit (or player) he didn’t like places higher than him. every time he quits and puts down his tablet to do something else, you’ll find him playing again with his feet in the air swinging like a teen girl writing in their diary about their crush an hour later. you’ll also hear him trying to convince logan to play with him too, although he’ll never be successful in this lifetime.

╰₊✧ gives an extra star to anyone coming out on the runway who forgot or didn’t have enough time to pick out a hairstyle in “bald solidarity”

╰₊✧ his favorite pose is pose 28, referencing the meme of “pussy facing the word” as his reasoning because of course it is.

#📜. her works #wade wilson #wade wilson x reader #deadpool #deadpool x reader #deadpool 3 #deadpool and wolverine #marvel #marvel x reader

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livlovesskz · 3 months ago

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Him and only him.

Requested by: Soongiedoongiedori25

Warnings: Vibrator usage, slight masturbation, FLUFF AT THE ENDDD

Pairings: Han Jisung x reader

There you were. In your boyfriend's best friend's studio. Han didn't want you to be alone at home so he took you with him. You seen a pack of felt tip markers and you looked at his tattoos. No- Y/N NO- Too late! Han was composing lyrics and testing them out with Chan while you colored in his tattoos in purple red and blue. He looked down at you. ' Seriously, love? ' he'd say with a smile. ' Whaaat?? ' You'd reply, pretending there was nothing wrong. He'd just sigh. ' Right, use your little coloring sheet then.. ' he'd give in quite easily most of the time. You'd continue happily coloring his tattoos, sitting on his lap. You watched Han and his members during dance practice.

Afterwards, they all drank whatever they had. Coke, water, Fanta, whatever. Then- Han being a lightweight even having energy drinks got really hyper. He started spinning you around in his chair while you giggled and so did he. At some point Seungmin snapped him out of it but only after you almost fell onto the floor ( with the chair ofc ). Then you started playing Roblox games on Han's computer while he used Chan's. He would also constantly kiss your head and make sure you were drinking the water bottle he gave you.

Lee Know thought it was kinda pathetic, but hey.. we can all agree that he could do that to Soongie, Doongie and Dori, right?

After a while, your eyes got heavy and he wrapped you up in a blanket he had from his car. He sat down on the sofa as he held you while he talked to the others about what they could do for another comeback. Hyunjin and Felix were goofing about, Lee Know was cuddling his cats, Jeongin was trying to run away from Seungmin ( God knows why tbh ) and Chan? Ah, the computer. Han then drove you home, setting you down on you guy's shared bed, tucking you in and kissing your forehead before driving back to the studio.

You woke up maybe 20 minutes later after that. You got a snack, then getting your phone and sitting down on the bed again. You went into your phone and the first thing you saw were those.. pictures Han sent you. The pictures of his tattoos, muscles, then your breath hitched. The full body n*de. Holy. F*ck.

You needed that alright. You needed that baaad.. your hands started trailing down under your sweatpants. You felt the wet spot on your underwear. It was growing. You started slipping your fingers in and out of your hole. You curled them like Han would usually do and your hips bucked as you let out a particularly loud ' Oh! '. You tried to hold back your sounds.. but it was so damn hard.. not when it felt this good.. You didn't even hear the door opening and you then felt a hand take your fingers out. ' Didn't I say it was supposed to be me and only me princess? ' Han said in a slightly low voice. ' Jisung-ah.. Please, I was gonna- ' You were cut off by him. ' I'm gonna make you feel a whole lot better soon.. ' he'd say in a low growl.

He then opened a drawer and y'all's bedside table and took out one of y'all's strongest vibratiors that he recently got. ' This'll come in handy, hey? ' he'd say with a smirk. You whimpered in need. ' please.. ' you whined. He got right to it and he found the spot on your clit before turning it on full blast. No mercy. He sat behind you, your back against his chest and your head in his neck as you gripped the sheets and squirmed. ' Ah- Ah! Jisung-ah, ohhh- Oh my God oh my God.. So f*cking good.. Mm... ' You'd babble out incoherent bullsh!t as he continued to wreck you. Suddenly you jerked your hips. You felt your orgasm building and you dropped your head forward. You'd let you breathy grunts as you tried to stay still. Whatever he gave you, you took. It was always that way.

' Good girl, taking it so well.. ' he praised softly as he moved it to go around in circles on your clit. You arched your back and your orgasm washed over you. Jisung was holding you near his chest so you wouldn't slump to the ground. He made sure you enjoyed the whole orgasm. He loved to overstimulate you then just for a few seconds after.

He then gently turned off the vibrator and set it down, rubbing your tigh gently. The kissed your forehead. You you carried by him into a warm bath and you got sweet kisses and cuddles from him after. You fell asleep in his arms while he played his guitar for you.

The end <3

#stray kids scenarios #han jisung #skz fluff #han x reader #skz x you #stray kids jisung #stray kids #skz imagines #han #jisung smut #jisung stray kids #jisung x reader

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yunppeo · 10 months ago

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ISTJ - prologue (written/short)

PAIRING ! park jisung x fem!reader

PRÉCIS ! what was supposed to be a fun and silly stream by yourself, you found yourself speaking with another streamer. after laughing and talking with this streamer, your chat loved this new duo that was created. will duo become more than just friends…?

you were doing your (somewhat) daily routine of cleaning up your desk of any trash you forgot to throw out before stream. after, you quickly tweeted out the link to your stream and waited for people to join.

“hey guys!” you changed your starting soon screen to your face cam. “we are streaming roblox, no surprise— there isnt any other game im willing to stream, besides minecraft but i have no patience rn— anyway! what game do you guys want me to play?”

you pause to quickly look at your chat to see their suggestions. “maple hospital?! you want me to play a roleplay gam— okay lets do it.” you search for the game and quickly joined it. “what the fuck am i even supposed to do here?” you explore the game seeing many strange things, including a pregnant man…? u turn on ur vc to ask this man questions.

“why are you pregna— how are you pregnant- AND HAVE DIARRHEA?!”

the other person quickly turns on their vc as well.

“WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME? IM HERE TO KNOW TOO!”

you start laughing, looking at the man. “ill help u king, ill be ur doctor” you change your role to doctor and assisted him. you were so immersed into what you were doing, you didnt notice your chat going crazy.

‘ISNT THAT JISUNG??’

‘THAT IS JISUNG HES ALSO STREAMING THIS’

you glanced at chat and noticed what they were saying. after it registered that it was another streamer you quickly asked him. “wait- are you a streamer—? my chat is saying you are, are you ‘parksung’?” you stood infront of him waiting for his answer. “erm. maybe.— wait chat? youre streaming too?” you laugh. “i am, im solelyy/n, or officialjb.. on twitter” you hold in your laughter as you move your little avatar around waiting for his response.

“wait i think ive heard of you.”

he pauses and clicking is heard from his end. “yeah i have! you went like viral for like scaring children on some roblox game you made right..?” you laugh awkward looking at your chat. “yeah... anyway. whyre you a pregnant man with diarrhea..” you let out a small chuckle looking back and forth to your chat and your main computer screen.

“its 2024. anything’s possible.”

after a few more minutes of talking and playing with jisung, both of your guys’ chat loved you guys together and demanded more of this new duo. “hey, my chat wants me to uhh… keep playing with you, you down to keep playing?”

you look over at your chat with a small smile. “sure, my chats saying the same thing honestly.”

after you both played roblox for hours, you finally said your goodbyes to jisung and your chat.

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thedistortedfroggit · 2 years ago

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Another Note to self, because lets be real, I'm going to forget.

I wont bother with tags this time, since I'm not really in the mood Just wanna quickly jot this down on a place where nothing can be forgotten(AKA: the internet)

So.

As some of you might know, I've grown back into the UNDERTALE fandom. More of the AU side, because honestly, they're just more interesting to me.

ANYWAYS! So, Other than making my own AU: Temptale Which, if I had to make an AO3 title out of, would be 'Temp(erature/tation)tale' kinda like a 'Aggre(g/v)ation' if you've read that fic. You should. It's a good Roommate Sans x Reader fic.

Anyways^2, you can probably tell what Temptale is about, just from that little Nugget of info. But! I'm not here to talk about Temptale nor Snowpop(The Sans of that AU, since I haven't given him a name yet, that's his temporary name)

I'm here to talk about another idea: Guide. If they had an AO3 title, it'd be 'Guidance' or 'Tutorial' maybe. Originally, They were going to be part of a Player!Sans AU I was going to make, but we'll see.

Anyway, DOORS, yk that roblox horror hotel game, has given me a new idea on how to twist things. Specifically, if you'd guessed, Guiding Light.

And what else could be considered a 'Guiding Light' down in the underground? The SAVE points. So Guide is responsible for the save points, right? Thats their domain. (Also just a little Artist/Author note from me to... well ig me?: Because I draw women in power too often, I've decided.. Guide will just switch genders randomly. Genderfluid in a way, but they don't actually care what you call them[projecting, ik.]. Nobody is sure what to call them, with Guide changing everytime and not expressing any interest in pronouns... so everyone just uses They/Them but default)

ANYWAYS! I got this little idea while looking back on several Post-pacifist Surface!UT fics for reoccurring themes or cliches. Then I realized, they(who am I kidding, sans.) brings up Frisk resetting and bringing them all back underground.

Then I thought about SAVE stars. Then my mind reels into another direction: Those 4-leaf sigils from Genshin's Sumeru? The yellow dots that let you zip around the place? Ok. Now imagine if you could do that with save points-- But Wait! What if the only SAVE points were underground?

Well, then, look up. At the sky. At the stars. The stars that the SAVE stars share appearance with. THOSE can be the other SAVE stars they can teleport with. But Frisk can't save on them, because the stars are too far from their reach on earth.

Then that though followed by with: Wait, if the stars in the Night sky are SAVE stars, what about the UNDERGROUND? Where there isn't a sky to look at said stars?? Then my brain answered with: Thats why the SAVE stars are on the ground. They have no sky.

ALSO ALSO: Since the SAVE stars are supposed to be the stars in the sky, they'd be pretty far. Even if Guide can teleport through them. ...What if those SAVE stars lead to other AUs? Like, say, Guide would point to a star in the distance, zoom through and ends up in Underfell or something, because that particular star is closer to that AU than UNDERTALE's.

They would totally say something fondly cryptic like: "the alternates. the universe you speak, you think of. They are not a void's away They are not a machine's life. They are simply a star, far, far, and further, away."

Or something like that.

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coconut-writes-stuff · 11 months ago

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Sup, I’m Coconut. I play Roblox with my friends Champagne, Cranberry and Caramel. I also focus quite a bit of my time on writing, story creating and OC related things.

RULES FOR MY BLOG:

I don’t disclose personal information about me. Especially not things like address, name, age, etc. So just call me Coconut. She / her or they / them pronouns are okay with me, but I’d prefer not to be called He / him. I’m also bisexual.

If someone is racist, sexist, homophobic or rude, I’ll block them. This blog is supposed to be a safe space where we can all share our ideas. There aren’t any stupid / wrong questions here!

RULES FOR MY WRITING:

No smut / suggestive stuff. There will be however: GLG, Harsh topics, violent themes, blood / gore and death.

No racism, sexism or homophobia.

A Reader x my child characters, it will be STRICTLY platonic. I also don’t do aged up of my children characters.

Female, demi-girl, intersex, trans or non-binary readers are OKAY! I write for all of those. Any genders / preferred pronouns not listed, I don’t write for those.

I ONLY write for my OCs. No other fandoms.

I will draw and post each one of my OCs before I begin Battlefield, my original story. I wont be writing about what it is, because I’m at least two weeks time I’ll be starting the story.

SEE YA!!

#OC #oc art #girl love girl #bisexual

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littlelordfuckler0y · 3 years ago

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The vampire dairies x reader Instagram au part —> [2]

yourusername Why do I get a feeling they need something from me?

@carebare_ Y/n!!! Our sweet sweet y/n!!

@yourusername Caroline drop the act istg—

@elenaaaagilbert You’re such a great friend!

@bonbonnie I can’t imagine what I’d do without you

@yourusername ABSOLUTELY NOT I will not be the party bait for seniors again NO

@dam0nSalvat0re Can’t use you if you’re useless

@yourusername shut up

yourusername May I present Mystic Falls high school’s finest

@dam0nSalvat0re AND you guys win??? How pathetic is the other team?

@yourusername ^his words not mine

@stefaNN18 🙄🙄🙄

@jeremmythegilbert They all look like they’re from Roblox

@donnavanmatt you don’t even know how the game’s played shut up

@carebare_ LOLS!!!

@klaus.mikaelson. Dearest y/n, I am writing this to you with the warmest regards for your education playing team from that school you go to. I hope they win all the games and all the cheers! I’ve seen you get really happy when it happens and I hope that smile stays like that on your golden face for as long as you live. I wish to borrow some of your precious time and take you out for a little courtship-just us. I would like to get to know you, at any place you think is favourable to you. Any place would be decent to me that has you in it. ~Klaus

@yourusername What in the—

@dam0nSalvat0re You’ve got to be kidding me

carebare y/n is high AGAIN and if this time she falls asleep on the road thinking it’s the bed I am going to leave her there I’m so done 🙏

@elenaaaagilbert CAROLINE!!! We talked about this!!

@carebare I was away for like two minutes!!

@dam0nSalvat0re What a random Tuesday night

@stefaNN18 What is she doing with that cone?

@carebare it’s her imaginary dog (she’s also a little too much drunk)

@klaus.mikaelson. Not doubting your efficiency to get y/n home at the slightest but would you be kind enough to tell me your whereabouts so I could be there as a helping hand or a back up per se?

@carebare seriously??????

yourusername guess what I just said?

@dam0nSalvat0re wow y/n—everyday you surprise us with your capability of surviving 🙏

@yourusername I have no idea what’s that supposed to mean

@unofficialenzo He means it’s a good thing we don’t go around killing people out of annoyance

@unofficialenzo It was a knock knock joke.

@yourusername IT WAS FUNNY!!!!

@bonbonnie Smile and wave guys smile and wave

@yourusername I will not stand this hatred of my jokes on my own Instagram 💔

@stefaNN18 it is getting hard to live through these situations I’ve heard it the third time this week

yourusername Edward Cullen my one true love lessgoooo

@bonbonnie you never got out of your twilight phase

@yourusername As if that’s a problem

@elenaaaagilbert Team Edward since day 1!!!!!

@yourusername YES!

@dam0nSalvat0re not that stupid glitter vampire movie again

@yourusename deal with it

@klaus.mikaelson. If someone were to tell me where’s Edward Cullen from or his address perhaps it would be helpful!

@yourusername WHERE DID YOU EVEN FIND MY ACCOUNT? Are you like sick????😭

@Eldest.Elijah_ I am NOT responsible for my brother’s actions

_______________

None of the photos are mine they’re from Pinterest!

I might do another part of this let me know if I should make a tag list!

You can send requests of suggestions too :)

#klaus mikealson x reader #klaus mikaleson imagine #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson x y/n #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagines #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore #stefan salavatore x reader #enzo x reader #elijah mikealson x reader #elijah mikealson imagine #the originals #instagram au

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darlingkelsie · 3 years ago

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Part 1 Act 1 of Piggy x Reader Story: Prologue

WARNING: Violence, Gore, Possible Cussing, Mention of Substance Abuse, Death, ect.

Authors note: Y/n- Your Name, L/n- Your Last Name, H/c- Your Hair Colour,

I do not own any of these characters, they are all from a video game on Roblox called, "Piggy"

I also tried to keep it as gender-neutral as possible but at times I think I resorted to she/her pronouns.

Hope you enjoy part one!

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It was a normal day in the North Police Station. It was busy like always. Work from different cases began flooding in from all over town. Officers running pass one another trying to get to a report or just their office. The only one who wasn't running was the Chief, Parker Polar. He was strutting over to detective, Y/n L/n's office with a pep in his step.

Once he got to the young detectives office, he politely knocked before opening the door.

"You got a new cas-" Before he could finished he was interrupted by a snore. The cause of the snore was a sleeping Y/n resting her head on a bunch of papers scrambled all over her desk.

"..... Y/N!" He shouted with an anger tone. Startling the sleeping h/c, causing her to jump out of the chair, standing with a salute.

"Sir!" Y/n exclaimed, awkwardly trying to fix her desk. "Wh.. uh.. What can I do for you?"

"You got a new case, a messing person." Polar said handing her the file.

"Who's gone missing?" Y/n asked flipping through the file.

"Gregory Porker, a 6 year old boy."

"What's so important about this case that it was brought to me?" she blurted out meaning to keep it in her mind.

Polar looked at her with a displeased look.

"If you don't want it then I'll give it to someone else." He said leaning to grab the file.

"No! I-uh.. Didn't mean it like that! I just was confused about you giving me the case, was he kidnapped or something?" Y/n scratched her head.

Polar was silent for a moment, hesitant about what he was going to say next.

"Possibly.... This case is an odd one."

"How odd?"

"His teacher called it in, saying he was supposed to meet her for torturing, which she says he never messes. She said the last time she saw him he was being picked up by his Mother, Peggy Porker, he was supposed to met with her the next day. We tried calling the family. Asking them to come in to talk, just to make sure the kid is okay... but they haven't responded. It's giving me a bad feeling. Which is why I want you to go over to their house to see if anything is happening. Can you do that?"

"Yeah I can do that!" Y/n exclaimed searching for the keys on the mess of a desk.

"Report if anything happens." Polar states while standing up.

"Gotcha!" She replies finally finding her keys. With her keys in hand she runs pass the chief to the door of her office.

"and Y/n?" Polar glances over his shoulder with a cold glare. Causing Y/n to stop and look at him.

"Yeah?"

"Don't ever sleep on the job again."

His dark tone caused a shiver to run down her spine. Brushing off her chills, she runs out of her office, shoving pass the other officers trying her best to exit. Accidentally pushing someone over ever so often.

"Y/n!" Someone behind her yells, grabbing her arm. She turns around to see her best friend and coworker, Danny Shepard. He helped her with some big cases a few years back. Though, they didn't see eye to eye with if the person deserved their punishment. Luckily, they pushed past that.

"Oh, Hey Danny!"

"What's the rush? You got a good case?"

"Yeah a good one, do you? Maybe you can help me!"

"Aww man, I already have one. Another one of those weird break ins. Y'know the ones where its a break in, but nothing is stolen?"

"Oh yeah, those ones! Sweet, they are really odd. But I gotta go can't let this one be to long, it's a missing boy."

"Oh, that's sad.. well um okay, bye!" And with that Danny was off with a skip in his step like always.

Y/n ran out to elevator to go to the parking lot. Once she arrived to the parking lot she looked for her police car. After identifying her car she hopped in and started the engine.

And with a press to the accelerator Y/n was off to the Porker's home.

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warcriminalcommie · 3 years ago

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Somewhere In... Deez N—

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'Sup. My name is Ay, I'm just your local (cringe as fuck) idiot on her i d i o t i c writing account. I honestly am still pretty weirded out about posting shit on Tumblr, specifically writing, but still. I gotta get used to it SOMEHOW.

Basically what I currently write is Madness Combat X Reader. I might consider Roblox X Reader later but I'm trying my best with my motivation right now.

And to the people who are from my Wattpad, pretend my update schedule history thing is actually existing and that I am a very competent writer that writes very frequently.

So uh. Here are the request rules, I suppose?

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Very epik, go ahead. (I will do this.)

Fluff.

Angst.

Platonic.

Platonic Character/Reader + Child!Reader/Child!Character. (It will be marked with a "+" or "&" instead of an "X". If not, then I forgot to mark it as such.)

Female!Reader.

Slightly suggestive stuff.

Violence and bloody stuff. (Kind of obvious since it's Madness Combat.)

Yanderes. (nO— I won't be romanticizing the yandere actions. All yandere relationships are abusive and unhealthy, y'know.)

Alphabets. (Fluff alphabet, SFW alphabet, Angst alphabet, etc... but of course not the NSFW alphabet.)

Boi what the hell boi. (I won't do this.)

Pedophilia. (Romantic/Sexual stuff with a Child!Reader/Child!Character. Like what the fuck?)

Rape. (Pro-Shippers when.)

Incest. (Pro-Shippers when. - Part 2.)

Smut.

Male!Reader. (I have no idea on how to write a Male!Reader lol.)

Gender-Bent Characters. (Because their personalities will be really weird to work with. Just thinking about a gender-bent Deimos or something makes my head hurt.)

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Oh, and the characters I'll write for. Right.

CHARACTER LIST.

Hank.

Deimos (The Deimos simps are wild bro. They're almost as wild as the Auditor and Phobos simps IF NOT EVEN WORSE— (And that's coming from someone who's favorite is Deimos.)).

Sanford.

2BDamned.

Sheriff.

Jebus.

Tricky.

Auditor.

Scrapface.

ROMP.fla.

Hot Dog Vendor (The most important character.).

Happy Hank.

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I'll be writing one-shots, head-canons, and alphabets. B)

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I'm also afraid I won't be able to write anything LGBTQ+ because I absolutely suck at representing groups that I am not from and I really do not wish to screw up the representation (Unless you like - Want a demisexual or maybe someone on the asexual spectrum. That's all I can provide.). My apologies.

And that's all, for now.

EDIT: Some characters have been removed due to my lack of knowledge on them, for those who have requested them I'll still try to push the requests out but I'll no longer be taking requests for any character not listed here.

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bubblyhoney · 4 years ago

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sarah i have thought of another fic request or like a cute idea i guess! i didn’t have anyone in mind when i thought of it so you can write it for whoever you want honestly :)

okay so the reader is a streamer but streams games like animal crossing, standew valley, etc. then (insert who you’re writing for) says they don’t like that game, but later ends up buying it and the reader is like “i thought you said you didn’t like this game” and they’re like “well i like you” and they confuses their feelings and they end up playing the game together and reader gives them a tour of their island or farm

i feel like this request isn’t good, but the scenario seemed cute and i wanted to share it. sorry if this is confusing or just too specific cuz i know it can be hard to write requests like that! but yeah i hope it gives you inspiration and you like the request <3

new horizons

warnings: language, a Marvel reference (hint: natasha said it about tony), stupid idiots who don’t realize they like each other, use of pet names, Uno rage, Hasan Piker's presence

words: 1473

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

A/N: i’ve been trying to catch up a little on my requests (i’ve only got a couple so i’m not super overwhelmed) but school and outside life has been taking up most of my time so this one took me a while to make! tbh— ive never played animal crossing so i did google some of the game mechanics and i apologize if anything is inaccurate about the game…. but i liked relaxing and writing this cute one so thank you for requesting hails :3

requests/inbox status: open

“This game is trash.”

Your head quirks, fingers stopped on the screen. You’re in the process of giving your character a cute new nickname; it’s kind of hard to decide between “awkward dude” and “elderly skater”.

“Excuse me?” Your chat comes alive with emotes and ‘KEKW’s, obviously entertained by you and your almost-more-than-friends-friend.

There’s a story for that later.

Sapnap’s rough laugh comes through your headset and he audibly swallows, the sound of a water bottle dropping onto his desk echoing.

“I’m just saying—it’s boring. It’s like Minecraft but you don’t like… do anything.” The grainy image of his bearded face shifts and you see him pull out his phone.

“It’s— you can’t even compare it to Minecraft! It’s a completely different game system—you actually interact with other people live in the game.” You huff out a dramatic sigh, slumping in your chair with a pout. “Just because you go into this lucid state where all you know is ‘touch block, hit George’ doesn’t mean this game isn’t fun.” (He scoffs at your awful impression of his voice. Your viewers love it.)

“Jeez,” he mumbles, fumbling with the cap of his water bottle. “Touched a nerve there, bud.”

You roll your eyes, getting back to the village in the game.

“Don't ‘bud’ me.”

The call falls comfortably quiet, the sounds of him tapping obsessively on his phone and you clicking away filling the silence. A gentle bedroom-pop YouTube playlist remains in the background, prompting you to hum along and glance at the chat to see a flood of “check twitter” and “Y/N TWITTER!!”.

“What happened on Twitter?” You mumble, confused, and pull the website up on another monitor. Sapnap just makes a curious noise, swinging back and forth in a circle. “Oh my God,” you say to yourself, fingertips brushing your parted lips.

“What?”

“Hasan Piker just followed me and retweeted one of my not even remotely political old tweets. Like from a year ago.”

“That’s— wow. Congrats?” Sapnap’s voice cracks, and his ears flush pink the tiniest bit when you glance at his face on Discord.

“I’m gonna go on record and say that he could get it.” You shake your head in disbelief.

Sapnap falls uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal, so you look past the frenzied chat and to his screen— wait. He muted and turned his camera off.

“Um,” you start, furiously typing question marks in your private chat. “Where’d you go?” You mute and turn screen share off for your stream, concerned that he might’ve fallen off his chair and broken his neck and needs you to call the ambulance.

The characteristic ding of a twitter notification sounds through your bedroom, and you look at your phone quickly.

“That’s where I went.”

Sapnap Tweeted: “all Y/U stans can choke on my dick”.

“Jesus, Sapnap,” you say, and rapidly refresh to read the replies. This tweet was deleted. “That’s so— that barely makes sense, bro. Why— literally what?”

His snicker floods your ears and you relax in your chair. Crisis: averted. “Don’t fucking— what’s wrong with you?”

“I thought it would be funny,” he offers, shrugging, and fiddles with the straw in his water bottle, smile fading. “And also Hasan pisses me off.”

“Why, ‘cause he wants a piece of this? Jealous?” You think back to your viewers, knowing they’re probably spamming question marks and coming to ludacris conclusions about both of your absences. No offense to them. You remember your stan days very vividly.

“I mean, kinda.” He rubs once at his nose, glancing at the camera (and what feels like you) before taking a sip from his water bottle.

“Wow.” You watch one strand of his hair fall from beneath his hat and brush against his full eyebrows. “I’m uh—I’ll get back to my stream. You coming? Or is it time for a Sapnap-snack?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He snorts and leans his chin onto the balance of his arm.

“That means you like to take a little snack break mid-stream and come back approximately nine hours later and you didn’t even eat.”

“You know what— fuck you.” He flicks the camera as you laugh at the look on his face.

The teasing mood is easily kept as you switch games from Animal Crossing to Uno, all the while slamming Sapnap with +4’s and skipping the newly-arrived BadBoyHalo at any chance you can get. It unironically pisses him off and he has to take a Sapnap-snack break midway through (only a fifteen minute break this time, during which you and Bad take a “What Kind of Bread Are You?” quiz). The rest of the night is filled with devious cackles (you), loud and sudden bangs that sound suspiciously like someone hitting their desk in anger (Sap) and the stupid barking of Rat, AKA Lucy (Bad). She’s cute but a menace to the sound quality of Bad’s microphone. You sign off stream around 2 a.m. with various forms of thanks and kisses blown to the camera. It’s been a refreshing night, actually; you’ve been busy organizing a partnership stream all week and all your friends have been busy filming or editing or what-not. Quackity had time for a little Roblox every couple of days, though. He’s got your back.

The next time you see Sapnap is after a two hour stream of him try-harding in Valorant and you finishing responding to an email from your partnership in the VC.

“Okay, I’m back.” You hear him shift in his chair and click a couple more times on his keyboard. You perk up in your chair, closing the email browser you’d been looking at.

“Do you want to play anything else? I’m down for anything.”

“Absolutely not Uno. You can go to hell for giving me 6 cards that one time,” he jabs. You scoff, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair.

“Okay, the +4 was on me but it’s Bad who gave you the last two. That’s not my fault, sweetie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, trailing off as the clicking of his keyboard stops. “Hey, um—Guess what?”

Your heart beats loud in your ears at the tone of his voice. He sounds nervous; that’s never good.

“I’m scared to guess,” you try, playing with a little Minecraft dog figurine you have on your desk with fidgety fingers. “What?”

“I bought Animal Crossing.”

Silence. You stare at his discord icon blankly, trying to reroute the wires of your brain.

“Tell me you love it.”

“Well… I haven’t actually played it— but you said you liked it, so.”

“So,” you repeat him, ears warming but continuing on. “Is that what you tell all your friends when you buy something they like? That it's because of them?”

He seems to choose his next words carefully, pausing a beat to consider your questions.

“Well, I don’t have a crush on all of my friends.”

“You—what?” You stutter, caught off guard and stumbling. What did he just say? “Don’t tell me you mean you have a crush on me.”

“I’m almost positive I just did.” His discord icon stares right back at you, taunting.

“You know, you’re very casual for someone who just admitted they like-like me.” Your cheeks flush pink and you have to press a hand to your chest to keep your breathing sounding stable.

“Yeah, I’m kind of cool like that,” he offers, a huff of a laugh punctuating his statement. The conversation moves into a lull that you can’t help but know is because of you. He must expect you to say something about it, right?

“You are very cool, Sapnap.” You tilt back in your chair, sucking in a breath to prepare yourself for your next words. “And—Isortakindofhaveacrushonyoutoo.”

He must understand you, for you can hear the grin in his voice when he asks “Really?”

“Y-yeah.” You feel like a preteen again, all shaky and giddy in front of the boy you just asked to a middle school dance.

“Um, alright. What do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” you answer genuinely and swing in a happy little circle in your chair. “We could play Animal Crossing.”

“I’m down.”

You swear you’ve never heard more beautiful words.

He keeps his camera off for most of the time you two play, too focused on creating his island and asking you questions about how to fish to turn it on. He silently flips it on when you help him decorate his lawn, needing to show you in real-time the decorations he has bought and where you think he should put them. He looks cute. I mean, of course he does. He always does.

You tell him goodbye late in the night, eyes saying a little more than just “see you tomorrow”.

You like him. He likes you.

It’s even better when you two have matching gardens.

A/N: anybody and everybody (especially my precious hailey) let me know what you think!! :]

#sapnap #mcyt #sapnap x gn!reader #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #sapnap fluff #sapnap drabble #sapnap oneshot #bubblyhoneyfics #honey answers #mcyt x reader #🥚except small

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tae-cup · 4 years ago

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It Could Be Worse

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Summary: It could always be worse....just kidding, this was definitely the worst.

Genre: Enemies to lovers, roommates au, angst, fluff ending

Warnings: swearing, mutual hate, angsty angsty, mutual pining, fluffy though!!, sad stuff :(

Rating: PG

Word Count: 7.4k Words

A/N: For @birbdae! Surprise (?)! I’m your secret admirer! Remember those times I said I was supposed to be writing but I played roblox...this was what i was supposed to be writing...love you! Also @dnrequests thank you so much for the banner you talented queeen!!! Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!!!

Other: Masterlist

You missed the train. Your alarm hadn’t gone off, your coffee was spilled on your white blouse, and you were standing, drenched in caffeine, on the platform, watching as the train pulled away.

It had been bad enough that the moving truck had called to tell you they were lost and no where near your new apartment, bad enough that your mother fell ill, and bad enough that no one was around to help you with your stuff. And now your train was pulling away, growing farther and farther out of sight.

“It could be worse.” You huffed to yourself, readjusting your bag and shifting your cold, half spilled, coffee to the other hand. At this point you had more caffeine on your body than in it.

You marched over to the help desk and leaned on the counter. The man inside was on the phone. He held up a finger and you nodded in understanding, waiting patiently. It was awkward, just standing there and waiting for the call to end, so you decided to step to the side. It always felt weird when people stood staring at you, so you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

At that moment however, a bickering family descended from the staircase like a bad omen. The children looked like little demons, clinging to their tired mother’s clothing while the father was dressed in a business casual suit. He easily walked up, tapped harshly on the desk, and the man inside hung up, turning to answer their questions.

Your curled and uncurled your fingers, annoyance slowly mounting, but your parents had always said that yelling and anger was never the way to solve anything, so you stayed quiet, moving behind the family. You looked at your phone.

You were already late, but the moving people weren’t anywhere near your new apartment, so you supposed you had time. The only issue would be your new roommate as you had told them you would be there any minute now. You anxiously bit your lip, looking to the sky as if that had any clues.

Hey. Sorry, I’m going to be late. Missed the train. You sent them quickly and they replied with a thumbs up.

Yeah, no problem. It happens :)

You felt a smile creep up your face. A loud achem made you look up. You saw the family had left and the man inside the booth was looking expectantly at you.

“Sorry!” You squeaked, stepping forward to ask your question. “Hi, yes, I need to take the train that goes to Seoul-”

“The next train is in an hour.”

“An hour?” Your mouth hung open. You didn’t have time for that! “Uh, right, sorry, thank you, I’m just...gonna..go-” You scooted out of the way and rushed up the stairs to the left.

You were deposited on the street and you looked around. Going by car would take a while, but at least you could get there before the train arrives again. Plus, you felt really bad about making your new roommate wait. After all, they had said they would greet you outside and you did not want to keep them standing alone. It was cold!

You waved your hand, jumping over the crowd of other people wanting a taxi. Each one passed you by, one after another. You watched the minutes tick by, taxis zooming past you. You let out a frustrated groan, but kept at it. An hour passed, you gave up.

The train pulled into the station and you clambered down the stairs, exhausted. Your phone was on low battery. The only respite you had was that the train had plugs so you could at least charge your phone.

You rested your head on the glass, but at the train left the station, you couldn’t sleep. It was too rough and the vibrations of the glass hurt your skull. The sun was setting perfectly, the orange hues coloring the sky. The angle was wonderfully directed right at your eyes. You slowly sat up. It could be worse. It could be worse. You chanted. At least you get to live in Seoul.

You sat up straighter. This day could definitely be up there with your worst days. But it could be worse. When you finally arrived at your apartment, absolutely drained, the chill of the night seeping through your sweater, smelling of coffee and looking like an actual garbage can, you dropped your bags on the sidewalk next to the apartment.

Your roommate exited the house to greet you with a smile, a smile that instantly turned into a scowl. You matched this easily.

“Jungkook.” You gritted out. He mirrored your horror.

“Are you my roommate?” And the pure disgust in his face made the anger boil harder than before. He had no right to look at you like that.

“8729 Insadong-gil?” You asked, now plain confusion making its way up your throat.

“This is the place.”

“Fuck!”

Just kidding. This was definitely the worst day.

“Are you kidding me?” You whispered furiously into the phone.

You crouched outside on the front steps to your apartment. Jungkook was inside, chilling and warm, while you sat, freezing, trying to get a hold of your friend. You could barely look at him without feeling anger or this sense of dread.

“Jisoo, you’ve got to be kidding me!” You hissed when she finally picked up. “Jungkook is my roommate?! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Oh my god.” She breathed on the other side. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea. It was Hoseok’s idea.”

“I don’t care about your boyfriend’s idea, just get me out of here.”

“But there’s no other apartments nearby! And you said this was close to your work, so I just thought you could make it work-”

“No!”

She sighed and you heard her shift her phone to her other ear.

“Y/N.” She started and you groaned, knowing it was her lecture voice.

“Jungkook is not that bad-”

“He hates me! I hate him!”

“-and he does not hate you. I mean, wasn’t he nice when he didn’t know it was you?”

“I mean...yeah. But now he definitely knows it’s me.”

“Just give it a shot and call me in a month, I’ll see if I can find anything else.” Then, you heard her start to yell at Hoseok before she hung up.

You shivered, picking up your bags and pushing through the door. Your bags slipped from your hands as you moved in, the door repeatedly opening and closing on your face. Your hair was messed, strands flying everywhere as you tried to kick open the door.

You gasped for breath. Jungkook sat on the couch, playing games. He looked up, eyes moving to look at your struggle. He huffed and went back to his games. Your stomach curled uncomfortably with anger as you watched him ignore you. You pushed in finally, slamming your bags down. He pulled down his headphones, looking at you incredulously.

“What’s your problem?” He demanded.

“Thanks for the help.” You grumbled, making your way to the first bedroom in sight.

You saw his clothing already sprawled along the floor, so you moved to the other one. More boxes were in there.

“Which one is my bedroom?” You called.

“Uh, well one is my gaming office and workout area and the other can be yours.”

“There’s only two bedrooms, Jungkook.”

He shrugged. “Figure it out.”

“Thanks.” You snapped, setting your stuff down in the ‘workout and gaming office’.

Then you slowly began lugging out the equipment. You didn’t have the energy to move the gaming desk so you just left it.

“Don’t come in to game while I’m sleeping or something.” You shouted, poking your head out.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, huffing in annoyance, and shut your door with a bang.

Blinding light. Had you died? You cracked your eyes open slowly. Voices. Were you in heaven? You really hoped you were, it would be better than this hell hole. Alas, you had not died in your sleep and death had not taken you away in its comforting arms. You slowly sat up and wearily looked at the time.

It was 3 A.M.

“Jungkook, what the hell are you doing?” You barked, your voice gruff.

He turned around innocently, snacking loudly on a bag of chips while colorful images of people blowing up flashed on his screen.

“I just wanted to check on shmomething and them my fwriends wanned po pway so-”

“Jesus, Jungkook, just finish chewing.” You snapped.

He swallowed and wiped the crumbs off his lips.

“Sorry.” He said lamely.

“Yeah you said that last time I saw you too.”

His eyes darkened and he huffed loudly looking away. “I didn’t want this either.”

“I don’t care. Just get this out of my room by the time I wake up.”

“I’ll think about it.”

You nodded solemnly and then rolled over.

“You’re so freaking annoying.” You grumbled unhappily, shoving a pillow over your face.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

You woke up again to the sound of shouting and the kettle brewing. You blindly groped around for the light and clicked it on. The morning light was slowly making its way across the floorboards and the soft yellow glow of your lamp chased away the darkness.

You blinked a couple times, trying to get rid of the fogginess. You looked to your left and saw the desk was cleared. Obviously, this was good because he respected your wishes, on the other hand, you hated the thought of him coming and going while you slept.

You stretched out and made your way to your bathroom, brushing your hair and quickly checking your appearance. After a while, you just shrugged. What did it matter? It was your house too.

You trudged out to the kitchen and living room. Jungkook was already shouting at the TV, his headphones on and game controller in hand. You checked the time. 9:00 A.M. You internally groaned and headed for the kitchen to get breakfast.

“Isn’t it a bit early to be playing video games?” You asked, but he didn’t hear you.

You sighed and poured the milk into your bowl of cereal. Then you moved to the couch, setting down your bow. His gaze moved from the screen to you, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

You grabbed the remote quickly and shut off the game, switching it to a channel you enjoyed. This caused an instant reaction. His protests fell on deaf ears as he wildly dove towards you where you held the remote out of reach. You stood, easily dodging and he flopped sadly on his side, a pout on his face.

It was endearing, but then you remembered this was Jungkook. The cocky, son of a bastard, captain of the varsity basketball team in high school. It made your smile immediately drop at the memory.

“You’re like my mom.” He whined. “Why did I ever want to live with someone?”

“Your good guy persona faded really quick and it’s only been a day, brat.” You growled back, sitting at the kitchen counter and hunching over your bowl.

You angrily shoveled spoonfuls of cereal into your mouth, loudly chewing, and scrolling through your phone for other available apartments.

“When’s work for you?”

“It starts at 9.” You responded mindlessly.

“Isn’t it 9:30 right now?”

You slammed your phone down and snapped your neck around to face him. You stared at him, wide eyed. Shit.

Then he smiled a shit eating grin. “Just kidding! It’s Saturdae. Gotcha.”

“Fuck you.”

“Isn’t that what you’d like to do?”

“Shut up!” You gasped. “You really haven’t changed at all.”

His eyes scanned you up and down critically. “You haven’t either, princess.”

“What? You want to be my prince charming or something?” You rolled your eyes. His eyebrows shot up and he held out his hands.

“Oh, god, no.” He laughed. “I’m definitely the evil queen in this story.”

“I miss being able to eat breakfast alone.”

“Me too.”

“Why did you even drag me out here?” Jungkook complained, placing his head on the handle of the shopping cart.

“Because it’s more efficient if we get the grocery shopping done in one trip and I offered to do it myself but you refused to give me your shopping list.” You huffed, reaching up to pick out carrots.

“I didn’t want you poking around in my business.”

“What kind of business do you have at the grocery store?” You sighed, exasperated.

“Maybe I just like making your life hard.”

“Congrats, it’s working.” You felt your blood boiling, but you kept it down. Your voice remained low, dangerously low, like the growl of an animal.

“I know.” He said cockily. “Here, need help?” He reached over you and plucked the first batch of carrots out.

“Thank you, Queeney, but these carrots are no good.” You stated, putting them back. He gaped.

“B-but, all carrots are the same!” He sputtered.

“That’s factually untrue, Jungkook. Maybe if you’d paid attention in biology, you would have known that these carrots,” You stood on your tip toes, grabbing a bunch. “Are genetically superior.”

“Really?” He titled his head, eyebrows furrowed together. He grabbed the bundle and turned them around. “They look the same?”

“Oh my god you’re a dumbass.” You said, not even shock, just in a defeated statement.

It had been a few weeks, but you had still been nervous around him. Now, you just found yourself flabbergasted.

“Am not!” He argued, following you as you moved forward.

An hour of bickering later, you arrived at the register. All he’d gotten was a set of pudding cups and you highly doubted he could last a week on those.

“Jungkook, we’re over budget.” You murmured unhappily, staring at the number.

“It’s just five dollars over.” He glanced over for a second before returning to his phone.

“I planned it meticulously.” You whined.

“That doesn’t seem like a good idea.” He said plainly.

“It works for me!”

“But job security can always change. Things can always change.” He pointed out and you had to admit he had a point.

“Put back your pudding cups.” You said easily, placing your veggies and chips onto the conveyer belt.

“No way! That’s the one thing I got!”

“And you’re not going to sustain yourself on pudding all week. We’re adults now, you have to make healthy decisions.”

“Put back your chips.” He retorted.

“No. If you do the math, we’d still be over. It’s the pudding cups.” You whispered, not wanting to make a scene, but Jungkook was determined to do just that.

The tension rose. He narrowed his eyes, you narrowed yours. After a few seconds, you grabbed the chips and stormed back to the aisle you found them.

“You better only eat pudding cups for the next week.” You threatened, grabbing the shopping bags and stomping out the door.

He was going to be sick. Big time. His eyes tracked you across the kitchen, feeling jealous and his stomach feeling just awful. Of course his pride got in the way. Now Jungkook was watching you prepare a feast of pizza, pasta, and rolls.

He took another tasteful scoop of pudding and sucked it down. He felt his stomach rumble unhappily, turning over in a disgusting sensation. He burped uncomfortably and you looked up from your pot of noodles and raised a questioning eyebrow.

The young man shook his head and artfully placed a hand on his mouth, begging to keep the gelatinous substance in his stomach. Jungkook was this close to getting on his knees and begging you for a bowl of noodles. He was sure you were the goddess of torture and suffering.

You had somehow made a delicious, gourmet, meal for every single meal. Every. single. day. of the week. It was now a day until the next shopping trip and you were honestly surprised he’d lasted this long.

Jungkook licked his lips mindlessly and set down his flimsy plastic pudding cup. He was going to be sick, he was sure of it. Ego be damned.

“Y-Y/N?” He stuttered miserably. You looked up, innocently smiling.

“Yes?”

“C-can I h-have some of those noodles?” He asked, eyes watering at the thought of having something other than pudding.

“Nope!” You continued cheerfully.

You were most certainly going to be the end of him. He slid out of his seat at the counter and went to the other side, slumping to his knees. Your eyebrows shot upwards.

“Please.” He whispered.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear you.”

“Please!” He shouted.

“Aw, but you only have a couple more bites of pudding left.” You said with mock displeasure.

At the sound of pudding, his stomach curled. “No! Don’t bring up that cursed substance!” He cried.

“Really?” You pouted and reached over, grabbing the cup. “Come on, just a couple more bites.”

“I can’t do it!”

“Maybe you should get real food next time, then, Queeney.”

You nudged the container in his direction again. His nose crinkled. “Stop! Stop! Okay! I get it. You’re right, you’re right-”

You didn’t get much time to celebrate your victory before pudding from Jungkook’s stomach was splattered on your socks and across the floor. You shrieked and jumped back. Jungkook began crying and he fell backwards, his tears streaking down his face.

“Please!” He, quite literally, sobbed.

“Okay, okay.” You said hurriedly.

You almost wanted to leave him there but you just couldn’t. You grabbed paper towels, quickly taking care of the mess of the floor. Then you crouched next to him and hooked your arms under his armpits.

You slowly dragged him to the couch and heaved him up. You gently cleaned his chin and lips, your fingers stroking the smooth surface of his skin. He watched you through dazed eyes.

“No more pudding, please.” He whispered weakly.

“At least you got it out of your system, no pun intended.” You chuckled softly and checked his temperature with the back of your hand. “Ah, you have a fever. A pudding overdose I suppose.” You stood from your crouched position and went about making dinner. For the first time in almost a week, you made two bowls.

You also poured some ginger ale into a glass over ice for him to help soothe his stomach. You handed him the bowl and he began eating ravenously. He couldn’t open his mouth wide enough. You watched him in fascination. No more words were exchanged.

It was easy to forget. It was easy to let your guard down. Jungkook had left scars in your heart and it just didn’t seem fair that he could be the one trying to close them up again. They were old scars, far past the point of being scabbed over. They were a part of you.

No amount of makeup or clothing could hide the wounds. Sometimes you wondered if people saw them when they looked at you, but they always looked right on through to the other side as if you weren’t there.

That’s what you wished had happened that dreadful night. You shook off the feeling. Those memories were boxes you didn’t want to unpack, like the ones stacked menacingly in the corner of your room. Now Jungkook stood with his doe eyes and his mouth twisted in a thoughtful look.

“I don’t know, Y/N, black or gray?” Jungkook held up two cans of paint.

“It’s your room, Jungkook.” You said, typing away at a text on your phone.

“Yeah, but you live there too.”

Your eyes flickered up to his face for a second before turning back to the screen. “Right.” You answered uneasily. “It’s not like I’m ever going to go into your room.”

“You never know.”

“You know there was a time when I would have liked to, but not now.” You said cheerily, placing your phone back into your back pocket. Jungkook followed after you as you moved to the register. “Get both. Paint your room in stripes or whatever.”

“Stripes?”

“Yeah, whatever.” You continued grumpily, paying for the cans out of habit before realizing he should have bought them.

He didn’t seem to notice and you just ticked this off on the mental checklist of things you found annoying.

“Great idea, Y/N. You always have the best ideas.”

“Then you should have shown up that night, Jungkook.” You fired back.

Oh no, the memories were bubbling up your throat like bile. The words you sought to shout at him, the tremors of your hands, shaking like an earthquake.

He paused, seemingly dazed and lost in thought. Then he gently put a hand on your shoulder. You didn’t even realize how tensed they’d been. You relaxed, rolling out your neck and casually stretching your arms.

“I know.” He said sadly.

“Jungkook! Clean up your fucking socks! This is the fifth time!” You shouted, slamming open his door. He turned around, clueless, in his chair. He pushed off his headphones.

“What?”

“Do it right now or so help me god-”

“Wha-”

You threw his socks down onto the ground and crossed your arms unhappily. He looked to the ground where the dirty socks lay helplessly on the floor to your fuming face. He then had the audacity to smirk. Smirk! Oh, wrong move, buddy. His blinding white bunny teeth flashed you a lopsided smile.

“Why do I need to clean them up when every time you come in and slam them down anyway?”

“Why-you!” You gaped.

“It’s true.” He continued slyly.

“It’s like a hurricane of clothing goes through this apartment every time you come home! What are you even trying to do, mark your territory?”

“Maybe I am.” He chuckled, bending down and throwing a sock at you.

“You’re not a-a dog, Jungkook.” You snapped your mouth shut, swiping the article of clothing off your head.

You felt old, like his mother, suddenly, and you didn’t like that feeling at all. You quietly turned and shut his door. You retreated to your room. As comfortable as things had seemed, it was moments like these that reminded you why you didn’t like living with him.

He was a slob! He had no interest in self care or a clean environment. The only thing you could count on was his love of food. Ever since the pudding incident, he hasn’t argued with your choice in food...yet.

It was night. The sun had set. You were sitting in your room, in the dark, lost in thought. You had to stay positive. Things would work out, right? But when it came to Jungkook, your positivity was at a low. He wasn’t exactly upbeat, nor particularly down either, he was just...infuriating. You sprawled out on your bed.

Then you heard his door opening and then closing. His soft steps on the wood creaked past your door as he made his way to the kitchen. You heard the fan kick on and the clatter of pots and pans. You sincerely hoped he was using everything right, but if you knew anything about Jungkook, it was that he was oddly good at...anything he tried.

A few minutes went by and you heard a crash, followed by a string of curses. You couldn’t be bothered to get up and ask about it.

The seconds ticked by. The fan turned off and you heard water running. After another minute or so, his quiet steps were back down the hall. This time, they were accompanied by an audible thunk outside your door. He knocked gently, then headed to his room.

You sat upright, narrowing your eyes at the shadow outside your door. You got out of bed, padding over to the door. He had left a metal tray. On it was a steaming bowl of ramen and a glass of fizzy water. A little note was attached. You crouched down.

It read, Sorry about earlier. Consider the problem solved :). You stared incredulously at the note for a few moments. You glanced over to his door. The lights were out and you wondered if he had eaten anything. You stood and brought the tray inside.

Everything was melted in your hands. Chocolate, your tears, your heart. You looked around, smelling the sweet taste of ocean air just as a tidal wave arched over you. You gasped, holding up your hands and squeezing your eyes shut as the wave crashed down on top of you, sweeping you away.

You found yourself in a restaurant. Everyone was pointing and whispering, your heart raced. You were still drenched in water, looking a mess. You had gone to such trouble to look nice. The room shook. The ground opened, swallowing you whole. You were suffocating and the only thing you could see in this light was a basketball rolling along the ground.

You sat up, breathing heavily. It wasn’t even light outside yet. You inhaled huge gulps of air, searching for respite for your aching lungs. You shivered, pulling your knees in, rubbing your arms, trying to summon warmth back into them. The apartment was quiet. It had been a month. You found it easy to just avoid Jungkook. He was in his room most of the time anyway.

There was something about that nightmare, something so visceral and painful that your emotions were getting the best of you. The old breaks and cracks in your heart were opening up, incisions that had been stitched up. Well, you supposed it had been a rushed job.

You had so desperately tried to forget that moment, but it was carved into you like a birthmark. Chocolates untouched in a heart-shaped box, chipped nail polish, and a crowded restaurant. You had been cold since then, since the chill of the night set in your bones.

You clenched your fists, squeezing your eyes shut, you hit your temple, trying to rid yourself of the pain. Then you took a deep breath, relaxing your muscles. You slowly slid your legs back under the covers.

You let yourself sink back into your bed. Sleep needed to take you away from this moment, but it would not come. It stayed away, fraying at the edges of your vision, for hours. It was taunting you in the corners of your room.

You finally gave up. You silently made your way out to the kitchen, patting down your hair and pulling down your shorts. You blindly maneuvered around the apartment. The morning gray was lighting the sky.

You swallowed dryly and looked for a glass. The wood creaked ever so slightly under your feet as you went. You tripped slightly as you shuffled around. You paused. It was soft and slid easily along the floor. You frowned, bending down and picking up the article of clothing. You held it up to the light and you found out exactly what it was.

You stifled a noise of disgust, dropping the underwear. You grabbed a glass of water and sat at the counter. You tapped on the glass with your nails, watching as the first orange hues of the day streaked across the sky.

“You’re up early.” Jungkook’s low and gravelly voice breached the peaceful morning.

You instantly glared. It wasn’t even a choice anymore, it was a gut reaction when you looked at him. He didn’t seem to notice, sleepily rubbing his eyes and half-heartedly following your lead, grabbing a glass.

“And so are you?” You frowned.

“I always heard you were someone who slept in.”

“What gave you that thought?”

“You’re giving me a lot of credit for assuming I entertain thoughts like that.” He chuckled. “No, no, I just heard from a friend or...two?”

“How long ago was that?” You protested. He slid into the seat beside you and you both faced the dark kitchen for a moment, not looking at one another.

“High school.” He responded softly, his words barely audible.

Jungkook seemed far more awake and alert than a few minutes prior. He ran a hand through his messy hair and pressed his lips together.

“Right. Well, people said a lot of things back then.” You turned sharply to face him.

He didn’t argue. He just sighed and ran a hand down his face. His arms stretched above his head as he yawned.

“So, why are you awake?”

“I had a nightmare.” You said quickly, turned back to face forward.

You stared intently into your glass of water. The small ripples from your incessant tapping were mesmerizing.

“Tell me about it.” He prompted. Now it was his turn to look at your profile. “I want to know every detail.” He continued, a mischievous smile on his face.

That grin made your heart jump leaps and bounds, but all you could see was that restaurant of people whispering about you. Why is she alone? What’s she doing here? She’s holding up the line.

“Absolutely not.” You sniffed, tilting your head upwards and grabbing your glass of water. “Now I’m going to sleep more before work. Then I’m going to call Jisoo and get out of your hair.”

You stood and stormed back to your room. You slammed the glass down onto the side table, the water sloshed over the top. Most of your things were still in boxes, ready to move. Your palms were sweating.

The irrational anxiety was overwhelming you. It wasn’t like it was going to happen again. You just had to be more careful. And by careful, you meant never going on another date because there’s a 0% chance of you being stood up in that scenario.

You sent a quick text to Jisoo. It’s been a month. Get me the hell out of here.

You knew you hadn’t unpacked fully for a reason, no matter how at home Jungkook had fooled you into feeling. Jisoo swept into your room. She smiled and grabbed a box, resting it against her hip. Her smile was strained.

“Are you sure you want to do this? It’s a long way away from your work.” Jisoo asked, nudging open your door.

You set the last of your clothing into a box and began taping it shut. You followed her out, a box cradled in your arms.

“I’m sure. I’ll just take the bus or something.”

“The bus stop would still be a twenty minute walk...are you sure? It’s only a five minute walk from here.”

“I’m sure, I’m sure.” You assured her. “It’s better than this place and besides, I need to get out more anyway.”

“If you say so.” She shrugged.

You wanted her to tell you this was a bad idea. That you were insane. You knew, somewhere deep down, that this wasn’t right. That was the scary thing, no one was telling you if this was a bad decision or not. No one could guide you, it was your life, and that was scary as hell.

“I know so.” You smiled and handed over your box to the moving guy just as Jungkook pulled up.

He jumped out of his car faster than you’d ever seen him do anything, and you had watched his basketball games. The dark haired man stopped, taking in the scene and you suddenly felt guilty, like a looming sense of dread.

“What are you doing?” He asked darkly, his tone somber and serious.

“I’m moving.” You explained lightly, thanking Jisoo as she handed you another box, which you handed to the movers.

“You never told me.” He said softly. “Can we, can we talk about this?”

“Sure, give me an hour and I’ll be done-”

“I mean now.” His tone made everyone stop and exchange glances.

You wished to be see-through, but you could never be see-through with Jungkook burning holes in your body with his eyes. You shifted uncomfortably and glanced at Jisoo. She avoided your gaze and you cleared your throat.

“Uh, yeah, sure, let’s uh, just, go inside then, I guess.” You pointed awkwardly inside and stepped in after him. He shut the door behind you and you tapped your foot impatiently.

“What’s up?” You frowned.

He pinched his lips with his fingers and paced across the living room and kitchen like a mad man. He frizzed up his hair with his hands and scrunched up his nose. He looked almost unhinged. You were going to be sick tracking his back and forth motion with your eyes.

“Spit it out.” You demanded after some time had passed of him doing this.

He looked up, as if just noticing you there. Then he took three long strides, landing a few feet in front of you.

“You can’t move out!” He blurted. “It’s just, so far from your job and this is so close, the closest in the neighborhood except for maybe upstairs and even that is farther away than ground floor of-”

“Seriously? You want me to just not move out?!” You hissed and turned away from him. “That’s not how it works, Jungkook!”

“I know! I know that’s not how it works!” His voice began to raise. “What I mean to tell you is, agh you’re making this so difficult for me to tell you! I had this whole thing planned and-shit!”

It was like a fire had been lit, burning at the edges of the room and creeping closer to the heat of your bodies.

“Quite blabbering and just tell me already.” You said lowly. The gasoline seemed to pour out of your hands.

“I just- I don’t want you to move out because- because, I don’t!” He was shouting now, his beautiful face scrunched up in anger. He had lit the match.

“Give me one good reason to stay.” You argued back, this fight feeling so much more than skin deep, surface level, like your other bickering arguments had been.

“Because I like you, Y/N!” He exclaimed. Then he took a deep breath, rubbing his arms. “I like you.” The fire consumed the room.

Your face went blank, wiped clean like a whiteboard. The distant sound of crackling in your ears brought you back to life. You had to put this fire out, now.

“What?” You said, breathless. “That’s-”

You tried to ignore the pang your heart gave. It was telling you to say yes, to scream that you liked him as well. But that just felt like 18 year old you talking, the one who was head over heels in love with him.

“That’s impossible.” You stated. “Do you-do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that?” You laughed dryly. “You knew I liked you, senior year, but you still went and made a fool out of me.” You began to pace, slow, measured, even steps along the hard wood floors.

The frost began to sweep over the room, making you shiver and causing your breath to fog up the space. He could feel the temperature drop as well. He subconsciously rubbed his arms.

“You asked me out that night and you stood me up. I got all dressed up, I bought chocolates and waited outside of the fanciest fucking restaurant in town, looking like a fool.” You clenched your fists together.

“It was-it was a dare and it was supposed to be funny.”

“I didn’t find it very funny.”

“I know.” He whispered.

“Is this a prank too?” You questioned, taking a step back as he stepped forward.

“Are Taehyung and Jimin going to step out and pounce on me, or are they just going to spread rumors about me like last time? I thought there was something wrong with me. I spent the next years hating myself for being so stupid! Do you know what it’s like to have everyone think you’re a slut when the guy gets to strut around, preening his ego like a fucking peacock?”

He was taken aback. He never had any clue you felt this way. He only ever knew what others had told him, but now he realized...those things weren’t true at all.

“This isn’t a prank, Y/N.” He said quietly. “I was an asshole and I had no excuse to treat you like that.” He took a deep breath in.

You hadn’t even realized how blurry your vision had grown to be until he was gently swiping away your tears.

“I’m sorry.”

The words that broke the dam. The words that opened your poorly stapled stitches. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. A chant. A mantra. The frost began to melt away, the fire and ice finally in balance.

“Please, just stop beating yourself up. Please...rest easy.” He pulled you into a bone crushing, soul crushing, hug.

You sobbed into his shirt, your knees buckling. He collapsed with you. He didn’t falter in his grip, not once. Like a lifeline in the middle of an endless sea. The one who caused the flood, also drained it.

He tightened his tie, rolling his shoulders back. His foot tapped nervously against the wood as he smoothed back his hair. Jungkook was nervous, more nervous than he’d ever been before.

The jitters were shaking through his hands and arms. He didn’t even have that far to walk, but those few feet outside his room were the most terrifying steps he’d taken.

“Knock knock.” He sang, rapping his knuckles lightly against your door.

You shot up from your seated position at the vanity table. You took a deep breath, checking over your complexion. You could see things that were wrong, but you just didn’t have time to fix them. You had only agreed on this date because he promised he wouldn’t stand you up and you were still unsure of your feelings.

You were still wary of him, especially after all the heartache he caused you in high school, but he seemed genuine when he had asked you. You were finding it hard to distinguish between what you wanted when you were 18 and what you wanted now. Did your heart still beat for him? Had it ever stopped?

You slowly opened the door, dressed in a knee length, red dress with thin straps and a waistline that tucked inwards.

“You look beautiful.” Was the first thing out of his dumb mouth.

You wanted to kiss that shocked look off his face. Wait, that was definitely a weird thought to be having- You sped past that and simply nodded.

“Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself.” You teased, nudging past him and he trailed you easily. “Where are we going, monsieur?”

“Ah, just the finest place in town!” He exclaimed and his excitable energy was admirable.

“Lead the way.” You smiled.

You could have sworn you saw him puff out his chest as he strode ahead.

The restaurant was far more beautiful than you remembered it, although the last time you remembered being here was the worst day of your life. In your memories, it had been a gloomy place, something unwelcoming and a sign of discomfort in your waking life.

Now it seemed full of energy, a lively buzz of people going in and out. Jungkook stepped forward and spoke with the hostess. She seemed confused and pulled out a clipboard. A few more words were exchanged and you knew something had gone wrong.

Your heart dropped, once again, as Jungkook turned and approached you with a sheepish smile.

“What is it this time?” You found yourself snapping, unaware of the harshness in your tone. His mood sobered and he averted his eyes.

“Sorry, Y/N, for some reason they don’t have my reservation.”

You wanted to be mad. You really did. But looking at him, just standing there helplessly and probably feeling guilty over something he couldn’t control, you found yourself smiling.

The absolute audacity of this restaurant screwing up both of your dates with Jungkook must be some kind of miracle. You started laughing, which made him look at you with confusion, and perhaps a little fear.

Okay, be positive. There had to be someway of salvaging this date night because you refused to be let down by him again. You just wouldn’t let that happen!

“What? What?” He asked wildly, searching your face for any reason as to why you could possibly find this situation funny.

“Oh, it’s okay, Jungkook. We can just find some place not so fancy. Besides, this place isn’t our style, it never has been.” You gestured to the cursive lettering on their sign.

“Let’s go explore the city for some other place, just us.” You reached out and grabbed his hand. He could have sworn his heart skipped a beat as he gripped your hands in his.

“Us?” He echoed softly.

“Yeah...us.” You said, and you liked the sound of that on your tongue.

Us. Together. We. Words you could now associate with Jungkook. You led the way, marching dutifully through the streets of the city, poking your head into various restaurants.

And that was how you found yourself at a playground, swinging on the swing set, with an ice cream cone in your hand. It was well past 10:00 P.M. and Jungkook’s legs were so long that even when he lifted them up, they still dragged along the ground.

The light pollution covered the stars, but it was still nice to look up at the hazy night sky. Cars whizzed by every now and then, but it wasn’t a particularly crowded part. The park could be considered creepy, definitely, but you felt safe with Jungkook next to you, even if he could be an ass sometimes.

“You know, I can’t say I’ve always liked you, or that I liked you from the moment I laid eyes on you like that movie crap.” Jungkook started and you snorted.

“How romantic.”

“I know.” He chuckled.

“You know, I’m still scared to unpack those boxes.” You said softly.

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t feel lovestruck when I first saw you this time around either. I didn’t want to live teetering on the edge of whether to dive right in or not.”

“You can’t have it both ways.”

“I know.”

He thought this over for a moment. Then he tightened his grip on the metal ropes and leaned back, kicking his feet to the sky.

“Hm, personally, I think it’s better when you learn to love someone. Because to me, loving a person has always been about perseverance and effort. Sure, there’s love at first sight, but I think that’s overrated at this point. There’s something magical in letting it all click into place, don’t you think?”

You looked at your feet, swinging back and forth. Then you leaned backwards as well to get a better view of him.

“Yeah, I think I like that too.”

You stood and he followed your lead. You approached him until you were chest to chest. Your heart was thumping wildly and you wondered if he could feel it too. He slowly leaned in and you found yourself doing the same, as if attracted by a magnet.

His lips met yours, soft and everything you had imagined. Kissing him was innocent, loving. Well, opposites do attract. And yet, when you stepped back, you could see that you and Jungkook weren’t all that different.

“I guess we finally found something to agree on.”

“Oh shut up, we’ve definitely had other things we could agree on-”

“Now this is just getting contradictory.”

The last of the boxes were unpacked. The looming dread of those boxes were gone from the corner of your room. You had finished unpacking your things into Jungkook’s room when you saw the walls.

“Huh, so you really did paint it with stripes.” You mused, stopping to admire the clean paint job.

He looked up from where he was placing extra hangers in his closet. The man gently swept back some of his hair and when he saw what you were looking at, he couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

“Yeah, it turned out to be a good idea.”

“I have many good ideas.”

“That’s questionable.”

You laughed and exited the room where more empty boxes were scattered. The room was a mess of tissue paper, tape, and bubble wrap. You slowly bent down and began picking up the items. As it turns out, your room did end up becoming the workout and gaming lounge, of which was mostly used by Jungkook. Speak of the devil...

He left his bedroom, your bedroom, kicking open the door and dropping the empty boxes near the entrance of the apartment.

“Alright! You’re all unpacked!” He clapped his hands happily and you brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s a mess.” He complained as he snuck up behind you, wrapping you in a huge hug from behind.

You laughed and he joined in, the sound muffled by your shoulder.

You smiled and wrapped your hands over his. “It could be worse.”

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