#it's all Been there. they've been slowburning it. and it works

[mixolya]

lyaaa hi may i request exes to lovers with rin where reader is a news reporter is covering rin's match? Like its the first time they've seen eo again after many years if u know what i mean 😊😊 THWNK U

ᓚᘏᗢ — rin itoshi: five years and a whistle !

synopsis: five years ago, rin itoshi walked out of your life. now you're standing at the edge of the pitch, mic in hand, trying not to fall apart as his name rings through the stadium like a memory you can't shake.

rin itoshi x reader ⭑ second chance / exes to lovers (?) / slowburn + likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

note: hi anon thank u for ur req!! this was so fun to write aaaa dear anons i love ur creativity!!!!

the stadium is electric, all floodlights and roaring fans. it should be just another night in your career. you've interviewed plenty of champions. reported live during title wins, crushing defeats and trade dramas. nothing should faze you. but your fingers still shake around the mic as the clock winds down, and rin itoshi's name chants through the crowd like a spell.

five years.

five years since you last saw him. five years since you were stupidly, hopelessly in love with the boy who loved football more.

five years since he left without a real goodbye. no call, no explanation, just a number disconnected and a silence that felt like punishment.

and now he's here. his hair is longer now, falling messily around his face. his jaw is sharper, body leaner, but his eyes are still the same. stormy and steady and yours, once.

the stadium is still loud, still humming from the last-minute goal that sealed the win. cameras flash, reporters scramble and rin is standing in front of you like a ghost wearing cleats, the weight of five years balanced on your microphone.

you clear your throat, mic in hand. red light blinking. you're live. you square your shoulders.

"rin itoshi, congratulations on the win tonight. incredible finish to a tough match. walk us through the final goal?"

"it was instinct," he says simply, and the sound of his voice makes your stomach clench. "saw the gap, took the shot."

his answer is and clipped and straight to the point. just like the text he never sent. you smile politely, pretending it doesn't sting. "clearly paid off," you reply. "that kind of precision under pressure... was it something you've been training for specifically?"

a pause.

"we've been working on quick transitions. timing and reading defenders."

"we," you echo, as neutrally as you can. "you mean the national squad? or the club?"

he looks at you again. "both."

you keep going, professional smile glued on. "there's been a lot of talk about your return after the last injury. a lot of people were wondering if you'd slow down, maybe play safer. any thoughts on that?"

"no."

"the corner of your mouth twitches. "that's all?"

"i'm not here to play safe," he says, eyes steady. "that's not how you win."

you nod. "well, you certainly reminded the crowd of that. a lot of eyes are on you this season, especially after last year's headlines. some say you're colder on the pitch than ever."

"i don't play to be liked," he replies without missing a beat. "i play to win." you know. you know because he told you so many times and your grip tightens on the mic. "and off the pitch?"

that gets him. the slightest flicker in his eyes. "off the pitch," he says carefully, "i still don't care what people think."

you almost scoff, but instead you nod again. "unsurprising."

the tension thickens between you, camera still rolling. everyone watching sees just a reporter doing her job. no one sees the five years behind it. you adjust the mic. almost done.

"last question," you say. "now that you're back in full form, what's next to you?"

he doesn't look at the camera. he looks at you. "closure."

your heart jumps, but your face doesn't move. you force a smile. "right, well, thank you for your time, itoshi. congratulations on your win again."

the red light on the camera blinks off. done. you don't wait for the crew. you mutter something about meeting a friend and walk off the field, fast. you make it halfway down the tunnel when..

"wait."

you freeze.

"can you- can you just stop for a second?" ok.

you turn slowly. he's jogging after you, jersey sticking to his chest, dark hair a mess and his eyes unreadable.

"you need something, itoshi?" you ask, voice sharper than you mean it to be. he winces. "you never called me that."

"you never left either," you snap. "so i guess we're both doing new things."

a beat. the hum of the stadium is distant now and it's just the two of you. the camera's off, you're not hiding behind the mic anymore.

"i didn't know you'd be here," he says.

"and if you had?"

"i don't know," he admits. "maybe i wouldn't have scored."

you almost laugh. "funny."

"i'm serious."

"so am i," your voice softens. "you hurt me, rin."

"i know."

five years of silence sits between you so loud and bitter and heavy.

"i didn't know how to say goodbye," he murmurs.

"then don't pretend now like it ever meant something."

he's quiet. you take a step back. "i have to go."

but then..

"i'm sorry," he says quietly. and you stop again.

"i'm sorry," he says again. "for disappearing. for being a coward. for not staying when i should've."

you look at him and for the first time, you think maybe he means it.

"closure, huh?" you whisper.

his lips twitch. "maybe not yet," he says. "but.. can we try?"

© mixolya 2025. do not copy, remake or edit any of my works.

[captainkingsley]

i will Not comment on posts with stupid takes about Ashton I will Not,

(proceeds to ramble in my own tags because idk where else to dump this)

[the-hexzone]

Happy WIP Wednesday!

In honor of this special occasion and to show my appreciation for the many talented authors in our fandom, I’ve created a list of my favorite ongoing Arcane Jayvik fics as of April 2, 2025.

(Edit by @arcanegifs)

Post-Canon Stories

The Line is Covered in Jellyfish by Staroverlord (@yunuen)

Rated M | 6/10 Chapters | 65k+ words

Summary:

Jayce and Viktor survive the Hexcore, a blizzard, their own bodies, sharing a bed and all the things they’re too afraid to say. Slowly, they put themselves back together�� piece by stubborn piece.

When Viktor finally asks why Jayce stayed behind inside the Anomaly with him, Jayce stares at him as though he’s supremely disappointed by the question— as if Viktor has betrayed his own brilliance by asking something so irredeemably stupid. “How could I not? We’re partners.”

Partners, Jayce calls them. Not for the first time, Viktor wonders: Partners in what?

Notes:

As much as I love the “Jayvik lands in a field of flowers” trope, I experienced a delightful level of schadenfreude when the arcane spat them out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere during a blizzard instead. Fighting to survive puts what transpired between them in the astral plane on hold, and everything left unsaid makes space for old insecurities and regrets that loom like the world’s biggest elephant in their one room dilapidated cabin. The resulting slowburn, wrought by avoidance warring with codependency and forced proximity, is exquisite torture for everyone involved—the readers especially. It’s also one of the funniest fics I’ve ever read.

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motion on a circle by runesick (@runesick)

Rated M | 2/3 Chapters | 22k+ Words

Summary:

jayce and viktor make a vow to finish their work, together. the arcane has other plans.

(some exploration of whatever 'forever holding each other in the infinite embrace of the arcane' actually means)

Ekko’s face twists, looking around. From his expression, Viktor feels more confident that he didn’t somehow drop off while in transit. “Did we end up on a round-trip?”

“I… No, we would have noticed it coming to a stop,” Viktor says, his tone betraying his frustration too much to justify. He’s meant to be responsible here, responsible for himself and his student, regardless of their distance from campus. “Come, we have to try once more.”

“What happens if it doesn’t work?”

Viktor grimaces. “It will work.” He looks up at the ticket booth, cast-iron Piltie script molten into incomprehensible mud. “I’ll pay, c’mon.”

He hands his coins over and they smear with blood. Viktor checks his hands but there’s no cuts, no bleeding there. The cashier’s face twists, gold and ivory with no mouth to say ‘safe descent’ .

Notes:

I don’t think I’ve ever come across a piece of writing that perfectly captures the uncanny experience of dreams and nightmares in the way this fic does. The subtle terror of not-quite-right that grows, and grows, and GROWS as the narrative progresses is immensely compelling. I’m utterly thrilled by this darker interpretation of the infinite embrace of the arcane.

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Dinner at Jericho’s by Avelera (@avelera)

Rated T | 4/6 Chapters | 14k+ Words

Summary:

It's been six years since the events of "Arcane", and Jayce and Viktor have spent those years traveling between dimensions on the Arcane's behalf, preventing the rise of Hextech. Now, they've finally been granted a break from their work and a chance to return to their home dimension to catch up with family and old friends. In which Jayce, Viktor, Caitlyn, and Vi go on a long-overdue double-date, and Viktor sees for the first time what happens when disaster duo Jayce & Vi are in the same room together.

“Oh no, I was afraid of this,” Caitlyn muttered.

Viktor frowned and glanced at her. “What is it?”

“I don’t know what it is, but whenever these two are together, their brains leak out their ears,” Caitlyn whispered. “I’ve found the best solution is just to clear a blast radius.”

Viktor stared. “Jayce? But… he’s a scientist, a man of reason!”

Caitlyn gave him a look. “Believe me, I know. But for some reason, none of that matters when these two are in a room together.”

Notes:

Our beloved characters are treated to a much needed night of light-hearted revelry after the events of Arcane put them through the ringer. Humorous fluff featuring bookstreet and their exasperated partners. Everyone is so happy and in love. This fic always puts a smile on my face.

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Pygmalion by thats_a_secret (@twenty-qs)

Rated E | 7/? Chapters | 38k+ Words

Summary:

Jayce, in the Crucible. Viktor, in the Garden. And the Herald, in the worlds between.

They land in a field of flowers.

There is a version of the Herald who knows this place. Who has walked a thousand iterations of this field, in a thousand worlds and a thousand lifetimes. The same Herald who had carved that pattern into the blue crystal, knowing what it meant, knowing it would lead the keeper of his heart back to this place.

This Herald, the Herald of the right-here-and-now, knows only that he has found an unexpectedly soft landing.

Notes:

Beautifully written, dark, and bittersweet. The prose might as well be poetry. Each chapter is rich with detail in a way that every line feels like striking gold. It makes me want to grab a shovel and delve deeper. The narrative takes a shape not dissimilar from the wild rune—a web woven of poignant vignettes that offer kaleidoscopic views of the past, present, future, and spaces in between. I find somethig new with each re-read.

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Capgras by wifidelis (@wi-fidelis)

Rated M | 10/? Chapters | 54k+ Words

Summary:

Jayce and Viktor are hurled out of the anomaly and dropped into the field where it all began. While it seems like the opportunity for a fresh start, Jayce's health rapidly begins to decline. In a desperate bid to save his partner, Viktor makes a series of shocking discoveries about Jayce's body and mental state... leading Viktor to believe that *his* Jayce is not what emerged from the Arcane with him.

Jayce, struggling with the effects of the Arcane on his mental state, also begins to wonder if he is himself anymore.

Through the haze, he finds Viktor, the sky folding to darkness and rippling into a multitude of stars behind him. Jayce begins to tremble in earnest, tears bending Viktor’s portrait amongst the cosmos.

“I didn’t fail you?” Jayce rasps.

“No,” Viktor breathes. “You succeeded.”

Notes:

A fic with all the painful, angsty details of what it means for Jayce and Viktor to survive the finale and return to physical forms. The ultimate sickfic. There is so much whump! Neither of them are okay, but Viktor is nonetheless foisted into the role of caretaker for a feverish, arcane-infected Jayce when they go on the run. I enjoy a lot of fics that heavily feature Viktor whump, but it’s really refreshing for Jayce to get a turn!

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Canon!Universe AUs & What-Ifs

Progress Day by Avelera (@avelera)

Rated E | 2/4 Chapters | 11k+ Words

Summary:

It’s Progress Day, two years after Jayce and Viktor became partners, and the inaugural launch of the Hexgates is this year’s main attraction. Jayce and Viktor are the toast of the town and celebrating the best night of their lives when Viktor decides he’s ready to take the next step forward in their partnership.

Or: how to have the boy, how to lose him, and what happened after.

Viktor raised his glass towards the only person in the room who mattered. “There is, in truth, only one man to whom this night is owed. A man who… whose dream changed the course of my life forever. Jayce, if I had the chance to choose the path my life would take a thousand times over, I would always make the same choices that would have led me here, standing in this room with you tonight to make your dream a reality.”

Notes:

A canon compliant possibility of what Jayce and Viktor’s partnership entailed in the missing years between Act One and Act Two of the first season. The dramatic irony of impending heartbreak makes the present promise of intimacy all the more impactful.

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Lies We Tell Ourselves by tenderwatches (@tenderwatches)

Rated E | 28/50 Chapters | 128k+

Summary:

In a city divided by power and wealth, Viktor returns to Piltover after years of exile—lungs failing and pride wounded—only to discover Jayce has rebuilt the very invention that drove them apart. As they reluctantly collaborate on synthetic Hextech crystals that promise revolutionary change, they uncover a dangerous connection between magic, ambition, and the toxic Gray choking Zaun's streets.

While rekindling their fractured partnership amidst scientific breakthroughs and political machinations, they confront the truths they've hidden from themselves and each other: desires long buried, sacrifices made in desperation, and the possibility that progress might come at too high a cost.

Some lies protect us, others destroy us—but the hardest lies to overcome are the ones we've been telling ourselves.

Four to nine months.

“Don’t let me run,” Viktor murmurs into the minuscule distance separating them, words barely audible once more. Jayce has to lean in to hear him, and he reinforces his gentle plea. “I… know myself. This will be difficult, and I will… try to retreat.”

Jayce kisses him again, softly, slowly, like he’s memorising the feeling. “I won’t,” he promises before he savours another kiss, letting their bodies come together again. Viktor fits against him as if he’s made for this space, somewhere between shaping the future and dreaming of possibility. When they part, he rests his forehead against Viktor’s, eyes closed. “Let me take you home.”

Notes:

A League of Legends/Arcane fusion. The Jayvik Divorce happens during the timeskip before they stabilize the crystals into gemstones. From there, dominoes topple one after the other, creating a world that is familiar yet also full of compelling story opportunities that went unexplored in canon. This is the reconciliation/slowburn fic to me.

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Dress me in midnight, feast upon my bones by hexhomos (@hexhomos)

Rated E | 3/? Chapters | 34k+

Summary:

The rocket strikes through the heart. Reality collapses in less than five seconds.

Jayce rebuilds Viktor, little by little, piece by piece.

And if his partner comes back from the dead a little different, well... what's not to love? Jayce is a quick study. He can adjust himself into a suitable form. He pledged himself to this task a dozen years ago; he's in it for the long haul.

To put it bluntly: this is the one where Dr. Frankenstein runs away with his bride.

(Jayce follows Viktor down to the depths of Zaun, and amid the riots and war-banners, everything changes.)

He really thought they’d have more time. Jayce had assumed, no, believed, that all the accumulated years of sweat and labor would deliver him a reward of some kind. That the gods from realms above would smile kindly upon their accomplishments; that a miracle would happen. Viktor deserved as much. They were owed as much. (And in his heart of hearts, Jayce thought – I’d be buried in snow if it wasn’t for a miracle. I’ve seen it happen once. I’ve been saved once. It could happen again. I could repay my standing debt and make it happen one more time, just for him.)

Notes:

The gothic romance of it all is immaculate. This fic encapsulates the monstrous devotion of their partnership after Jayce revived Viktor with the Hexcore. They are both so unwell about each other. I’m eager to find out what happens next and dreading the consequences.

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into perihelion by jasspurr (@jasspurr)

Rated E | 8/? Chapters | 48k+ Words

In which Viktor discovers that there is one thing worse than impulsively sleeping with your lab partner: doing it again.

And again. And again. And again.

Viktor knows that he needs to stop this. That he has exactly one chance left to stomp out the kindling before it takes flame and swallows him whole.

It should be so, so easy. All he has to do is walk away from the ledge.

But he can't. He can’t.

Notes:

This the second installment of basophobia, also known as Jayvik and Their Messy Situationship: The Series. The amount of pining and denial is off the charts! One might assume that sleeping together would remedy that—it doesn’t. It makes them worse. Exquisite emotional slow burn.

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your teeth in my neck by b_o_i

Rated E | 22/23 Chapters | 201k+ Words

Summary:

In which Viktor is a sex worker, Jayce is one of his best clients, and they still manage to create hextech together. The rest is a little more complicated.

Councilor Jayce Talis is something of a running joke around here—the fact that he’s been coming here for years, since before he was anyone at all. A lot of the workers and regulars alike remember the stuttering academy student who stumbled his way in six years ago; the idea of that little asshole being a full-fledged councilor now is kind of hilarious. It’s also kind of infuriating, if you think about it too long.

Notes:

Over 200k+ words of plotty porn. This author is exceptional at writing emotional and physical intimacy. I always love when fics explore how certain changes to Viktor’s background might impact his political consciousness and core beliefs, and this story does exactly that. The evolution of Jayce and Viktor’s relationship from something transactional to partners of equal standing is a complicated, messy journey rife with political machinations and the growing social class disparities in Piltover and Zaun.

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Alternate Timelines & Time Travel Fix-Its

In This New Skin by stillwatersounds

Rated M | 1/3 Chapters | 14k+ Words

Summary:

After the end of the world, Viktor and Jayce wake up back in the lab. Like none of it ever happened.

“We’re back,” Jayce is still saying, dulled behind the ringing in Viktor’s ears. “Before it all went wrong. Vik, this is incredible. Do you get what this means?”

It hits him slowly, bile rising in his stomach, what exactly it is Jayce is referring to. What it means for Viktor to be breathing. Inside his palms, he can still feel the stars ache.

Notes:

I’m obsessed with how this fic depicts Viktor struggling with his return to humanity and the difficult reality of second chances. This puts him at odds with Jayce’s ceaseless determination to fix things, and the resulting angst is marvelous.

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Good Luck, Babe by Kosmos_Relic

Rated E | 23/? Chapters | 156k+ Words

Summary:

Post-Canon Fix it Timeline- Where Jayce can't let go how badly he messed up, Viktor needs a few reasons to break his cycle of withdrawing from others, and they both pretend they aren't the dumbest men in all of Piltover and Zaun combined.

He stares longingly at Viktor, the soft curve of hair around his ear, the twitch of his brow as he works through his confusion of Jayce knowing his name. But of course Jayce does. Knows his name. Knows how long he can sit before he's too stiff to walk. Knows his entire list of dreams to stop suffering of others- all of it blindsided because Jayce’s obsession with the arcane came and ruined everything good in him.

“How do you-”

“I’m sorry.” Jayce isn’t ashamed that his voice breaks, his body shaking with all the hurt of a different timeline, “I never meant- I only wanted to save you.”

Notes:

I love how the fandom took the idea of multiple timelines and ran with it! We have a feast of cakes, and this one is delectable. Post-canon Jayce winds up in a different timeline just as this world’s Viktor is about to seize his research and have him detained. Much to Viktor’s dismay, Jayce immediately abandons Hextech despite its clear potential. Jayce insists that they can help people and change the world through other means. This changes their partnership significantly, and a pre-timeskip passionate romance ensues. The two things I really enjoy about this fic are 1) the deviations between this timeline and Jayce’s native timeline that exist both in the periphery and main story and 2) a creative exploration of the arcane’s impact on Jayce and how it manifests.

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Shake the Shadow by enby_chaos (@enby-chaos), ResidentHesitant (@crimewizards)

Rated T | 5/? Chapters | 26k+ Words

Summary:

After promising the old mage that he wouldn’t fail, Jayce is sent back to Piltover - ten minutes before his lab explodes. Knowing what he knows now, he can use that chance to change things - to stop his lab from exploding, yes, but to stop the hexcore's corruption before it can even start, too. With relationships to rebuild, a career to restart, and constant nightmares of the hexcorized world he barely escaped, Jayce has his work cut out for him.

Meanwhile, Vi wonders just how it is this Piltie knew her name.

“Sorry,” the topsider said, taking a sip of his drink. “It’s, uh– it’s been a weird day.”

“Yeah? Tell me about it.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Powder finish her juice and hop off her barstool with a wave, going over to bother the lad with all the books. The topsider watched her go, his eyes following her to the fellow’s table and going wide when he saw the other student. He immediately busied himself with his drink. Vander laughed. “You know him?”

The topsider took a too-large gulp of his ale, gaze fixed on the counter.

“I, uh. I haven’t met him, yet.”

Notes:

My favorite part of this fic is its use of Outsider POV. As one might expect, fixing the world with time travel makes you act really fucking weird. Jayce is an anxiety-ridden mess. Viktor is intrigued.

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No red roses on our graves by moondust88

Rated T | 13/35 Chapters | 54k+ Words

Summary:

The destruction of Hextech reverberates across every universe, but in this one, its collapse is absolute. Every fragment of its power detonates in a catastrophic chain reaction, and those caught too close to it pay the ultimate price. The Arcane stirs. Reality bends, fractures yawning open where once there was order. And through those cracks, two broken souls are torn from the wreckage of their own world and thrust into another.

Viktor and Jinx wake up in a city that already grieves them. Viktor learns that in the aftermath of the explosions Jayce was sentenced to lifetime in prison. Desperate to get his soulmate out against Piltover's verdict, he turns to the only person who could grant it: Silco.

Jinx survives against her will—again. She’s tired. Tired of fighting, tired of losing, tired of being dragged back from the edge. But she believes she owes it to Silco (on account of the murdering and all) to make his dream of Independent Zaun come true.

Her mind lurched, trying to put together an explanation, any explanation, but the pieces didn’t fit. They weren’t even part of the same puzzle.

She had died. He had transcended. She had woken up here. And surprise, surprise, so had he.

Maybe she had finally lost it. Her grip on reality—shaky at the best of times—had finally, irreversibly, snapped. Maybe she had never left the wreckage. Maybe her body was still burning, buried in the ruins of her own making. Maybe she had never woken up at all.

Then—a breath. A tremor. A voice, hoarse, struggling through the weight of its own disbelief.

“This—” Viktor rasped, fingers trembling against the ground. “This can’t be.”

Notes:

Jayvik but also features a lot of Jinx and Silco, which I’m 100% here for. There is a bittersweet comfort that’s intrinsic to this premise, and reading it is like listening to sad songs just to feel something. Post-canon Jinx reuniting with this universe’s Silco, who is grieving the unexpected loss of his Jinx, broke my heart in two before stitching it back together. Then there is post-canon Viktor’s desperation to save a version of Jayce whose dreams have gone up in flames for a second time, taking this world’s Viktor along with them. I’m so, so excited for these parallel plots to intersect as Viktor turns against Piltover and aligns himself with Silco for Jayce’s sake.

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Genre Swap AUs

Oathbreaker by queercatfam (@lesbianherald)

Rated E | 2/10 Chapters | 28k+

Summary:

When loyal Piltovian knight Jayce Talis gets severely injured in a fall, he's rushed to the infirmary and stripped of his duties. While recovering, he develops an infatuation with the Royal Apothecary in charge of his care, Viktor. He soon learns that Viktor has a dangerous secret, one that may test Jayce's loyalties to his friends, his family, and the very kingdom he's sworn to.

Jayce takes a few deep breaths. He focuses on Viktor’s eyes. Searches for something warm. Tangible. Human. That beautiful hand. He hopes and hopes and hopes Viktor will let him take it. Uses so much effort to reach out for it. He lets out a little sigh when Viktor does. He stares at Viktor’s hand in his own. He thinks of one of the first things he said to him.

“Do you…” his heart starts stuttering in this strange, unnatural rhythm. “Do you hold hands with - with all your patients or just your favorites?”

Notes:

Please, please, please read this masterpiece right now. The fantasy world building is incredible, and I’m absolutely loving the various ways canon elements have been adapted to this setting. The story’s conflict being rooted in magic and mages is such a lovely ode to the origin of Hextech.

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Glory, Golden Boy by cazimiz (@cazimiz)

Rated E | 20/29 Chapters | 80k+ Words

Summary:

Zombie Apocalypse AU - Mostly everything starts the same and then everything goes to shit on Progress Day

And all that Jayce could hear was the sound of his own breathing and the roaring of blood in his ears.

He stood there, both hands on his hammer where one face of it was still stuck in the gore.

In the blue glow of Hextech, Jayce could almost tell himself that it wasn’t human.

Notes:

A terrifying, action-packed translation of canon into a zombie apocalypse story. The narrative is propelled by Jayce’s growing desperation to reunite with Viktor after the outbreak on Progress Day. I really enjoy that this fic brings zombies to Piltover and Zaun rather than placing the characters in an established zombie-ridden setting. The exploration of shifting politics and power struggles in Zaun and Piltover under these dire circumstances is fascinating. There is also plenty of badassery to go around among the ensemble cast.

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Me [28M] with my roommate of 1 year [31M], I’m worried I might be homophobic towards him? by ivypool (@lesbianivypool)

Rated E | 12/13 Chapters | 85k+ Words

Summary:

The one where jayce can't figure out why he cares so much about the guys his new roommate brings home... and doesn't realize he's fallen in love until he's completely and totally fucked.

"So this whole roommate thing. I just wanted to ask, like… what are you looking for? Should I totally leave you alone?” (God, please say no.) “Should we just be, like, cordial coworkers?” (Please, please, please say no.) “Or do you want to be more like… friends?”

Viktor snorted. It was a sound Jayce was starting to crave. His heart squeezed.

“Yes, Jayce.” Viktor stood, leaning on his cane. “I think we should be friends."

Notes:

A fic where Jayce has a bisexual awakening without eating raw lizards at the bottom of a ravine and being tormented by hallucinations in the fire. This delightful Modern AU is based on that one viral Reddit post about that guy realizing he has gay feelings for his roommate. I can totally see Jayce authoring that post because he doesn’t realize he’s in love with Viktor. Also, special shout-out to Rio being a pet axolotl!

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That’s all Folks!

[buryhny]

One Night Stand ; 40

➥ rundown ; as if the unexpected twist of a one-night stand turning out to be your CEO boss wasn't surreal enough, the situation takes a more challenging turn when both of you discover that you're expecting his child.

→ genre ; enemies to lovers | CEO au | pregnancy trope | slowburn

→ Jungkook x y/n

→ contains smut, fluff and angst

→ Chapter forty ; wc | 4.1k

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index ⇢ next chapter

the visit to your parents is in less than a day and you're busy packing up a few clothes for the weekend trip to Toronto. you'd be lying if you're not nervous because you are. you can feel it in your bones and veins, the anxiety is truly not funny.

Jungkook had been busy with work, he'd been coming home late, very late in fact. he would text you to not stay up for him, to have your dinner take your pills and get to bed. after you spent the first night in his room, he never wanted you to leave, even if you tell him that it's okay, that you're comfortable in your room.

he was not having it, he needed to come back home and see you sleeping on his bed, under his covers. It's 11:15 PM, and he still hasn't come home. You decide to finish packing the last of your clothes before calling it a night, leaving a few items to tuck into your carry-on later. Your phone lights up with a message from your mother:

*"I can't wait to see you, Y/N!"*

Letting out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, you toss the phone aside and sit on the edge of the bed. Your hand instinctively rubs your growing bump as you gaze down at it, worry swirling in your mind—for yourself and the little one. Your parents are open-minded, but will they accept that you're carrying the child of a man they've never heard of? Especially when you were raised to believe that marriage should come before pregnancy.

They're not overly religious, but those fundamental beliefs were deeply instilled in you, and this was one of them. you don't want to disappoint them but you also can't change anything now. What's done is done and now you've accepted your life and the child you carry.

this is gonna be your life now. After zipping the suitcase closed, you push it aside, your mind feeling heavy yet resigned. You take the pills, washing them down with a glass of water, before turning off the lights and sliding beneath the duvet. The view from his windows catches your gaze, a mix of city lights and darkness, as your eyes grow heavy, you feel the bed dip.

you turn to look over your shoulder and see Jungkook gazing at you with his doe eyes. "did I disturb you?" he whispers and you shake your head as you carefully turn to face him. It's been four nights since you last saw him before drifting off to sleep, so the feeling of him beside you instead of an empty bed brings a sense of quiet relief.

he gets closer to you and pulls you towards him. You notice the exhaustion etched in his droopy eyes. "How was work today?" you ask softly, your fingers tracing gentle, imaginary circles on his chest. His gaze stays fixed on your face, filled with a longing that tugs at your heart. He's missed you all day, and seeing you asleep when he got home only deepened his frustration.

"Okay, stressed out," he finally replies with a heavy sigh. you figure that he doesn't really wanna talk about it so you decide not to press further. "are you sure that you're okay to fly tomorrow? We can go when you're free.." you say in a whisper. he's trapped in work and flying so far is only adding to his stress that you think he doesn't need.

he shakes his head and smiles softly. "Don't worry about it, baby." he speaks as he reaches out to take your hand in his, he missed the warmth of it so much. "I'm just waiting to escape this hellhole with you, even if it's just for a weekend," he says, his voice tired but soft. You nod with a small smile, liking the idea of spending time alone with him too, even though you're going to see your parents and not on some vacation.

"It'll be okay," you murmur, cupping his face as he leans in to kiss you gently. "How's... she doing today?" he asks, glancing at your bump. You grab his hand and place it there with a smile. "She's been kicking me all day, craving crackers and cheese. Quiet now, though—probably asleep." He chuckles, running his hand over your belly, his touch warm and careful.

He leans closer, nuzzling into your neck, and you let your fingers trail through his hair and down his stiff shoulders. "You're so tense," you say, frowning a little. "Want me to give you a massage?" "Don't worry about me, baby. I'm fine," he says, but you whine a little, determined to help him relax. He sighs, giving you a small grin as he finally gives in.

"Alright, just for a few minutes. do not want you to be tired" he whispers as he moves closer to you. "i haven't done anything Jungkook, come on turn around." he sleeps on his stomach as you sit up and turn to his side so you can give him some relief. he moans at the feeling of your fingers working down his neck and shoulders. he'd been sitting straight for hours as he worked on papers and typing. it feels so good when your fingers press against his skin, it's like magic.

his pain fades away the more you touch him and if he had the energy he would kiss you and thank you a hundred times but he's too tired to lift his finger. you smile at the sounds that leave his lips. As you continue your massage, your thoughts drift to him.

He does so much for you—not just tending to your basic needs but going out of his way to satisfy your cravings, no matter what they are. Even if he comes home late and you're already asleep, you always wake up to find the food you were craving, which makes your day. While Jungkook might not be actively engaging with the baby yet, the effort he puts into trying warms your heart and makes you genuinely happy.

you get so lost in your thoughts that you don't hear him call out your name. "Baby?" he repeats and you hum as a reply. "come here." He mumbles softly, eyes barely open as he struggles to stay awake. "Yes?" you prompt, leaning closer to his face. Without warning, he pulls you down for a quick peck, catching you off guard and making your heart flutter.

"What was that for?" you ask with a chuckle, the warmth of the moment lingers. His head drops back onto the pillow, and he lets out a contented groan as the tension in his muscles melts away. "Just... wanted to thank you before I fall asleep," he mumbles into the pillow. You snigger as you let your fingers run through his hair.

He loves loves loves it when you touch his hair. It scratches some part of his brain and spine, it sends chills down it and he smiles as he drifts off to sleep. You notice that he passed out so you lay back down beside him, you tuck your hand under your cheek and watch him. His soft cheek rests against the pillow, his lips slightly parted, with the tips of his hair brushing over his forehead. It's a sight that you enjoy the most.

While his neatly oiled and parted hair has a charm that steals your heart every morning, there's something entirely different about him like this. His loose hair and comfortable, homely attire are so peaceful and endearing, it's the Jungkook that you fell for. You don't realize when your eyes close while watching him, but it does and you find yourself waking up in the afternoon to an empty cold bed.

:

Jungkook wraps up his day early, delegating tasks to his team before leaving the building. The flight is at 8 PM, and he still needs to pack. He'd left for work earlier than usual, determined to clear his emails and meetings so that nothing would interrupt the weekend trip to your parent's place. Though he has no idea what to expect, he's made sure not to bring any of his workload along. Still, nerves simmer under the surface.

He's never met your parents before, though he's heard plenty about them from you—they seem warm and family-oriented. But to them, he's still a stranger. He's nothing more than someone in your life, without a defined title or role, and that thought terrifies him more than he's willing to admit. he'd always told you to stop overthinking and to calm down but right now, he needs to follow his own words yet he doesn't.

he picks up a few items on his way back home including the crackers that you spoke about late at night, even through his drowsiness, he mentally notes the little things you say, despite his heavy eyelids and the pull of sleep, his attention lingers on you, catching every word you say. he isn't greeted by you as he enters, he walks upstairs and passes by your room only to see you staring at your clothes that have been pressed by the staff.

he frowns and knocks on your door before he walks inside. you tear your gaze to look at him, he notices the worry on your face and feels his heart heavy. "nervous again?" He asks, and you nod, a pout forming on your lips. He understands how you feel—he's anxious too—but he knows nothing compares to the nerves you're dealing with.

After all, imagine meeting your parents after a few years, and then finding out you're pregnant with a child from a man they don't know, who isn't even married to you. Just thinking about it is enough to make anyone terrified. you exhale deeply as he holds your hand and looks at you. "I'm...nervous too. scared. but we both can face this, okay?"

he attempts to help you relax and it works for the time being after he places a kiss on your forehead. "gonna pack my stuff." "I'll help!" You follow him to his room to help him pack for the weekend. The two of you are quiet, your minds filled with unspoken words and thoughts, yet neither of you says a thing. Jungkook looked for a few hotels he could book for the nights, just in case your parents don't approve of him staying with you.

He doesn't mention it to you, though—he doesn't want to add to your worries. he didn't have much to pack so the both of you walked downstairs to have a snack before you left. he passed the crackers to you and a small smile lit up your face. He knows you're not going to speak with the excitement you usually have because your anxiety is taking over your mind, but that's okay. As long as you don't panic, he's fine.

Jungkook sips his latte while gently patting Bam's head. You're unusually quiet, and even though you know you can tell him anything, the words just don't come. You dip another cracker into the cream cheese and munch on it, having already eaten about 11, even though it hasn't been too long since lunch. You devour the crackers as if they might disappear. Jungkook notices but says nothing, holding back a smile as he watches you savor the snack.

He changes into a black Calvin Klein denim jacket and jeans, pairing them with a white T-shirt. You slip into a comfy, oversized sweater and sweatpants. Knowing how quickly you get cold—especially after the Paris flight—he grabs one of his thick jackets for you. He remembers how rude he was when you took your time coming downstairs earlier, and the memory makes him feel bad. This time, he waits patiently by your side so you both can walk down together.

"I'll carry that for you," he offers, nodding toward your hand luggage. You shake your head, insisting it's not heavy. He gives you a stern look, and you sigh, pouting as you hand it over to him. He ends up carrying both his backpack and your bowling bag without a second thought. The driver loads your luggage while Jungkook holds the door open for you, letting you take your time as you reach for his hand for support.

Your bump is big, and while this isn't the ideal time to travel, it feels like the best moment—things will only get harder in the later weeks. He sits beside you, close—too close—unlike last time. he watches you the whole ride, his eyes don't leave your figure, you're his view, and the streets aren't as beautiful as you.

the two of you remain silent, each lost in your thoughts, trying to calm your nerves. Jungkook worries about what your parents might think of him and if they'll push him away. Meanwhile, you're anxious about how they'll react when they see you pregnant on their doorstep. he wears a mask and advises you to wear one too.

The airport is a breeding ground for germs, and Jungkook doesn't want to risk you catching anything, especially with how easily you're susceptible. It's also another way to avoid the media, stopping them from taking any images without consent and invading your privacy. His hand holds yours gently as you walk side by side. Since you can't walk fast, he matches your pace, making sure you're comfortable.

Arriving about 30 minutes early, the lounge becomes the perfect spot to relax. You smile warmly at him when he chooses a quiet, private corner where there aren't many people. It gives you a chance to take off your mask and rest your swollen feet on the footrest. Jungkook brings you some desserts from the available selection. "what's all this?"

you ask. "desserts ma'am!" he says and sits in front of you as he takes your feet from the footrest and places them on his lap. "Jung-" "Have your desserts while I relieve this- swollen feet." he says and gestures to you to start eating. you smile at him. He's so caring and different from the last time you both were here at the airport.

he massages your feet gently, frowning at how big they are. it looks like someone blowing air into your feet, they look like balloons. " is this normal?" he asks while his fingers press and rub carefully. you nod with your mouth full of the sweet and tangy cherry tart. " this- looks really bad." he says worriedly. "it's fine, I've been dealing with this for months now." he hums.

"here." You hold out the tart to him, but he shakes his head, telling you he got them for you, so you should be the one to enjoy it. "One bite," he says, opening his mouth as you place the tart between his lips. He takes a bite, flakes of the pastry fall to his jacket and the jams stick to the corners of his lips. you push yourself forward, dusting off his black denim and wiping off the jam with your fingertips. "Nice, right?" you ask.

"Mm hmm," he mumbles, a small smile tugging at his lips. It's funny to him, thinking back to the last time you both were here. Back then, you didn't like the idea of him bringing you sweets, but you ate them anyway, making a big show of how delicious they were. Then you forced him to try them, despite his countless attempts to say no.

When he finally gave in and took a bite, he pretended it tasted awful, even though it didn't, just so you wouldn't get the chance to boast about it and inflate your ego. and here you both are, feeding each other tarts while he massages your feet only because you walked so far and he's worried for you. wiping off each other's faces and no rude comments and tone passed, just love and affection and more love. boarding into the flight was quite the hassle,

he made sure to let you walk inside carefully, and he requested the people behind him to wait until you got to your seat but some of them were arrogant and didn't want to show kindness, which angered him. you whispered a few, "It's okay" "I'm fine" as you pulled Jungkook to walk with you. "fuck them" he mumbles under his breath as he adjusts the seatbelt for you to fit your bump. "calm down babe." you say and somehow that immediately eases him.

"your frown lines are gonna sit forever. relax them." you say as your finger reaches to rub it away and he chuckles as he sits beside you. he asks you if you're okay from time to time and makes sure you're all comfortable. when the flight is about to take off, you don't panic. because Jungkook is holding your hand and rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand, soothing you and taking away all your thoughts and tension.

he's freely able to hold you and touch you anytime now so he doesn't hesitate as he holds you tight when the flight takes off. telling you it's alright, I'm here. you feel so loved when he does these little things like making sure to order the easy meal for you, some extra buns and bread so you can munch on something while you watch the romance movie on the screen. you feel like you're in one, after meeting Jungkook everything feels like a movie anyway, everything he says and does just makes you fall for him harder and harder.

"you need anything?" he asks when he sees you moving around. "I wanna pee.." You whisper as you struggle to unbuckle your seatbelt. Jungkook quickly unbuckles his own and leans over to help you. "Want me to come with you?" he asks softly. You shake your head, still holding his hand as you carefully get out of your seat. After taking care of what you need to do, you walk back to your seat, and Jungkook watches you the whole time.

He waits for you to return, and somehow, that simple gesture makes something stir in your stomach. He smiles at you and asks, "All good?" You nod, and he gently places his hand on your bump, giving it a soft rub. "I'm gonna rest for a while," you say, and Jungkook quickly lowers the seat, turning it into a bed. You lay down, letting out a yawn as you pull up the blanket they offered, settling in for some much-needed rest.

He gazes at you for a while, and you're used to it by now—him simply watching you. It makes you feel safe, knowing he's there, looking at you with such quiet attention. "Good night," you whisper. He notices you pulling the blanket higher, as if it's not warm enough, so he grabs the jacket he brought and gently drapes it over you.

You sigh in contentment at his gesture, pulling the jacket tighter around you. His scent surrounds you, and it lulls you into a peaceful sleep, your body relaxing fully as you drift off. He wakes you up to have something before taking your night pills, gently feeding you because you're too sleepy.

-

the flight journey was comfortable and easy for you, although running to the washroom was frustrating considering how you must walk a certain distance and also wait until the person walks out, everything else was quite okay. you ask him frequent questions and speak random stuff- "How long till we land?" "did you have your meal?" "I think the guy who went to the washroom before me had done too much of an explosion."

Jungkook was always there for you, even if he dozed off, your movements would wake him up just in case you needed something or needed relief for your feet. You slept through most of the time except for your meals, while Jungkook didn't allow himself even a moment for a full rest. he had so much running through his mind like what if your parents tell you to stay with them? What is he gonna do without you? He had never felt more anxious than he did now; even the silly comedy movie couldn't draw a laugh from him, not even a faint smile.

he kept looking at you from time to time, reaching to hold your hand, as if preparing himself for the possibility of having to part ways with you, even if only for the weekend. when it was time for landing, you were awake sipping on apple juice with your eyes closed while you listened to some music. Jungkook urges you to drink quickly so he can return the cup to the flight attendant.

He adjusts your seatbelt and pulls your seat upright, noticing your silence. You haven't been looking at him or asking questions, and he can tell you're feeling uneasy. Here you both are, in Canada—your homeland. "Hey, you alright?" he whispers, his voice soft. You nod and reach for his hand just as the announcement signals it's time to land. His grip on your palm is firm and reassuring. "Remember to breathe,"

he reminds you. Following his guidance, you focus on your breath until the plane touches down safely. he helped you adjust your clothes that had ridden up your chest, placed your leftover snacks into your bag and carried it for you.

he draped his coat over your shoulders, The temperature outside was warm as Jungkook stepped off the flight, but inside the airport, you still feel a lingering chill. Your eyes wander across the familiar surroundings, and a small smile forms on your lips. It's been three years since you moved to Korea, and while not much has changed here, the sight of it still stirs something deep within you. when everything was done, he got a taxi and helped you sit in the back seat,

asking you to tell the man your address. when it leaves your lips, you then know that this is real, this is so real and a sudden weight is added to your shoulders, you even feel it in your stomach. Jungkook feels it too, so this time, both of you gaze out the window, quietly taking in the scenery. There's a gentle space between you, not because of anything, but so you both can lose yourselves in your thoughts. As you approach the familiar streets and neighborhood, you notice the streetlights flickering on, casting a soft glow.

The place hasn't changed at all, and a warmth spreads through you as you take in the sight of the small, beige houses—so simple, yet so lovely. It fills your heart with a quiet comfort, the sense of home you thought you'd left behind. the car stops in front of the ash house with a garden where a swing sits. "are we here?"

Jungkook asks softly and you give him a short nod. he opens the door for you and takes your bag with his, thanking the cab driver for taking out the luggage and for the ride. you both stand in front of your house, the house you grew up in with your loving parents. you take a deep breath, trying to control the tears that threaten to leave as you glance down at your bump. Jungkook stands beside you, waiting for you to take the move.

He notices you gulping a couple of times, your features dull and your face looking ashen even under the bright moonlight. Gently, he takes your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he whispers, "Come on." You let out a sigh and nod quickly, moving towards the deep grey door. he helps you climb the three stairs until you both are standing in front of the door.

"I'm here, with you and for you. Don't worry, we're in this together." Jungkook whispers, his hand never leaving yours. Your fingers itch to press the doorbell, the tension thick in the air. The man beside you, trying to appear strong for your sake, hides his fear behind a composed exterior, wanting you to feel safe. But deep inside, as the seconds drag on, he's terrified.

The weight of the moment presses down on him, his heart racing with anxiety. your finger almost touches the white bell but the door opens before you can. there your mother stands before you, a smile on her face drains down as her gaze runs down your face to your bump and then to the man beside you. you gulp down the biggest stone in your throat, and Jungkook does too. "Mom-"

"What the hell?!!"

next chapter ⇢

[lover-of-mine]

I agree with your last point, but what do you mean by they’re scared to write established buddie, like you think they wanted to explore Eddie being gay first? Or they wanted to drag out a plot line of them getting together

No, no, I think they are stuck in a corner. And they have been since s5. The foundation for buddie is there. They have everything. They even have a kid. We saw them fight, we saw them save each other's lives, we saw them hang out, we saw them be domestic, we saw them be fully feral drunks. Slowburns thrive on the tension and most shows fumble their slowburn once the tension is resolved because playing the tension is all they know. But buddie doesn't really allow for them to force tension back in the tropey way most shows tend to do. Because they've done it all while best friends. They suck at lying to each other, they are great at the whole it's you and me vs the problem not you vs me, they actually do have good communication if they are allowed to talk (again, all they need is one honest conversation for lines to be crossed and the show doesn't want to give them space to do that, so much so the show isn't letting them be alone, take Eddie's startled "oh man I'm gonna miss you" or "I don't know what I'm gonna do without you" for instance, if you remove the threat of "I'm about to leave" from them and allow them to talk, really talk, they will figure things out, it's why things keep happening with other people in the room), they saved each other in many ways, from Buck giving Eddie hope to be alive to Eddie literally restarting Buck's heart. They have it all, which means they are hard to write as an established couple without putting too much focus on them for an ensemble show or fully fumbling them by adding unnecessary tension. Especially if they are working together. I don't particularly think they want to drag the getting together part of, so much so that the way they handled it in s8 was just not talk about it and fully remove Eddie from multiple episodes. If they wanted to drag it out because they want this to feel earned somehow, the dragging it would be more satisfying. I think they reach a point where the solution for everything is letting them talk and getting them together and then they panic because they don't know if they can make established buddie as good as the lead up. But the more they delay the getting together, the more insane the lead up gets and the more intense the established part would have to be, so they are caught in a deadlock. At this point, I legitimately think they are scared of writing buddie as a couple because the pressure to make it good is insane. Buddie getting together would be historical. But that's also a scary concept to write when so much of the show ends up relying on them. Just see the way they used ryliver to calm people down. I legitimately think they don't know how to deal with how getting them together would affect the way they need to write the show.

[hhaechansmoless]

LIGHTS OUT [TEASER]

pairing: f1driver!haechan x PRmanager!femreader

genre: fluff, angst, romance, slowburn

description: Haechan, bold, aggressive and unrelenting, is back after a narrowly missed opportunity to become the world champion in 2024. This time, he's set his sight on making it all the way to the top. You, as his newly appointed PR representative, are assigned with the task of keeping up with a world of high stakes, unpredictable twists and well, him.

warnings: strong language, stressful situations, descriptions of car crashes and physical exhaustion, slowburn, honestly quite f1 heavy

teaser w/c: 700 approx. the total fic is around 33.6k (divided into 2 parts).

glossary part 1 out now!

AUSTRALIA, ALBERT PARK GRAND PRIX CIRCUIT

Thursday, Media day

March 13th

“Now, coming to you, Haechan. Last season was quite a close one, I mean, you managed to keep the fight up till the last 4 races. At a point I’m sure we all thought we’d see a new world champion in 2024. How do you suppose this season will turn out? Do you think that you have a car that can challenge for the drivers championship again? Where do you think the improvements have been made compared to last year?” The moderator asks.

“Well, improvements have been made everywhere… That’s the aim, is it not? Last year, towards the end it got a bit hard. We had issues with the floor and made a few strategic mistakes. But I think over the winter break, the team’s been working really hard and we’re confident that we can put up the fight this season too.”

“You have a new teammate this season, Lee Jeno. How will the team dynamics work out between you two? Do you think that, apart from other teams, your teammate could be your biggest opponent?”

“Yeah, Jeno’s done a great job at VCARB so it’s nice to see him here now. I mean, we’re both here to push the team forward. At the end of the day, we both want the same thing. If he’s my biggest opponent then that just means we’re doing something right.” Haechan laughs.

As the moderator moves on, Haechan zones out, fingers unconsciously tracing the outline of the two bulls on the can in his hand. He’s pulled back in when he's mentioned in one of Mark's questions.

“Towards mid season last year it was almost a three way championship fight. It was quite exciting to see Haechan and you pit against each other. After all, we've been seeing the two of you compete with each other in all the junior series too. How did it feel to reach that high rung with a friend?”

“We spoke about it during that time, actually.” Mark grins, “We've basically grown up competing with each other but to do it in F1 really felt like we were close to making it. I look forward to it this year too.”

“We should bet on it!” Haechan winks at Mark making the other drivers and the reporters chuckle, “It's about time one of us gets used to losing, you don't think?” 

Walking out of the press room, Haechan is slightly surprised when you appear right beside him.

“How'd I do?”

“Not bad,” you answer absentmindedly, scrolling through your notes, “The question about Jeno, you handled very well. The one about Mark, though? I think it's a very easy opportunity for these journalists to twist your words.”

“I was just joking, he knows that.”

You hum, “He does, but really, these people are out for drama and you just gave them a nice headline.”

Haechan scoffs, “They should thank me then, don't you think? First media day of the year and it's probably the most interesting thing they've heard.” 

He turns towards you when you laugh. “See! you do think that I'm funny.”

“I met your trainer this morning, by the way. Don't know why he suddenly came up to me. But you have some blind fold challenge to do for the F1 youtube channel and he's told me to tell you to be careful. Do not bump into anything, please. And try to be yourself there, I guess.”

“Woah, I've never had a PR person tell me that before. You're kind of nice, ____.”

“And you remember my name. We’re both making progress, I suppose.” You've come outside now and there are significantly more photographers than there were when you first came. 

Haechan, slightly ahead of you, stops and turns around, walking backwards. “Hey! That was once and you didn't even introduce yourself to me.” 

“Didn't have the time,” You shrug, “All the best. The challenge is being filmed near Alpine’s hospitality. You're doing it with Xiaojun. I have to head back to the hospitality for a second but I'll be there by the time you're done.”

[vaaaaaiolet]

hiii i love love LOVE your fic recs, they've connected me w/ such great writers! <3 I was wondering if you'd have any for leon fics but slow burn/ angst? (w/ comfort or without)? thank you!

YAYYYYYY that’s the goal!! i’m so glad you enjoy them as much as i do :) 🫶 showing our writers love for their hard work is the least we can do as readers!!

OOH LA LA. slow burn angst, comfort optional?? who hurt you bae 😔 but no worries bc i GOTCHU.

word of warning though i dug all these out of my ao3 bookmarks so they're fairly popular fics you might have read before but if any good fic is worth reading once, it's worth reading twice <3

hill that i'll die on (rated M) by @emeraldiis is WONDERFUL. i think it was one of the first leon fics i ever read and it still punches me in the gut whenever i reread it. there's a happy ending to this one <3

teenage headache dreams (rated E) by @porcelainseashore is really really good and angsty, PLUS the universe is continued in the where we've left our love series!! definitely recommend spending a weekend to indulge yourself with porcelain's fantastic writing :)

it would be evil of me to not rec @uhlunaro's enough; (rated E). you will be screaming and sniffling and curling into a ball. (almost) NO COMFORT FOR YOU. YOU ASKED FOR IT. i especially rec the infected reader au if you hate yourself and need to get a good cry out of your system :3

(this one's actually cheating bc it's been on my tbr for ages </3) i TOTALLY rec @lightning-hawke's fair slowburn series (rated M)!! melissa is a freaking fantastic author, i have SO many of her oneshots bookmarked on my ao3 that i didn't realize were hers 😭

and i CANNOT rec moth to a flame (rated E) by @mandalhoerian enough. it's required reading in the leon fandom. please direct all complaints to my hand bc i ADORE this fic so so damn much and wish i could write slowburn angst as well as shai does.

[lizzy06]

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Onigiri Miya Tidbits✨✨ by secretpeachtea (fluff, humor)Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job.You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players. [COMPLETED]

fair chance by seliene (friends to lovers, humor, fluff, angst with happy ending)sure, he isn’t a star athlete, like his brother, but you (still) think he’d be the man of your dreams—do all that he can, be all he can be.[COMPLETED]

Lapse in Judgement ✨by @oreosmama (oneshot, angst)A car crash has taken Osamu’s brother away, the boy you liked so dearly. Osamu was dull to the pain, his crush on you blinding him from reality. But when he dyes his hair in hopes that he could make you feel the same, he realizes he may have gone too far.[COMPLETED]

Comfort Food by bloomgloomy (friendship/ love, fluff, humor)When you finally meet Atsumu's twin, Osamu, everyone but you sees the sparks fly. That's when the Black Jackals decide to give their blind manager the push you need.[COMPLETED]

A Good Dream/without theme ✨✨by @yourstarvic (oneshot, fluff, humor)Osamu had a good dream but with some repercussion.[COMPLETED]

long shots by vogonpoetry(oneshot, fluff, slowburn)miya osamu is the teacher’s assistant for food chemistry i. you can’t stop thinking about him.[COMPLETED]

Love at First Bite by secondhand_trash (domestic fluff, eventual romance)Your story with Miya Osamu started with tears, rain, and really good food.[COMPLETED]

Put my lips to something by tsumoo (starngers to lovers, blind date, fluff)The thought that you could be another person for Osamu to take care of—it satiates the ache. Loneliness is just another form of hunger. You realise that now.[COMPLETED]

around by satendou(heavy angst, post breakup, mentions of cheating) how you and osamu find your way back to each other.[COMPLETED]

Fishes of the Same Pond ✨by admiringlove (fake dating, fluff, humor, angst with happy ending) a book. a boy. a shelf at the empty side of the library. and a sweet little spin of fate with romance and some pining. what could go wrong?[COMPLETED]

How He Shows You Affection by @jayeray-hq(oneshot, fluff)[COMPLETED]

[avispraeda]

So I'm gonna admit, I had a moment of weakness when I saw the "brothers" line because to each their own, enjoy what you want, but that's not really my cup of tea if you catch my drift. But I sat and thought it over and came out the other side with an even greater appreciation for TreyRid.

And I've just!! Gotta ramble. For all the people I see saying we were robbed.

Trey seeing Riddle as an incredibly smart little brother highlights the importance of their bond in that moment--and just in general really. It's different from just being close friends, it's not often you reach that level of connection and start seeing another person as not just friends, but family without a deep trust and enjoyment of each other, especially from someone who does have actual blood siblings he also really cares about. It's not romantic (right now) but he loves Riddle so much that a large portion of the changes in Trey's dream are literally about wanting him to be happy.

He knew this kid for all of 3-ish months before they were separated, and yet he held on to his memories of Riddle for so long that he went around excitedly talking about him to all his dorm mates! You have not seen hide nor hair of this dude for almost a decade how are you still this devoted to him (it's partially The Trauma oops). And then if that wasn't enough, he spent the entire previous year trying and failing to reforge some kind, ANY KIND of friendship from square 1 while effectively treading water with managing the dorm. He didn't volunteer for this! He could've easily decided nah, screw this, I wanna support him as a regular student instead of vice and either quit the job or, if drastic measures felt needed, peaced out to Octavinelle or some other dorm! But he stayed, and he tried to make it work!

And now post-blot they're getting there, they're both aware they missed each other and that the distance was from repressed feelings rather than a bond broken. They're goofing around again, facing off in games and eating lunch together as a casual thing and just enjoying each other's company. They're letting their feelings show more often (ex: Riddle admitting to feeling like a burden in the Savanaclaw novel after Trey gets hurt). According to Cater they're often together, likely even before Riddle's overblot. There's still so much work they need to do, they're both still deeply traumatized (again thank you Cater lol mvp) and need time to come to terms with what happened. But even though it's only been a few months since they've been back on friendly terms, Trey still admits he holds Riddle to this high familial regard. Trey overtly loves and cares about Riddle SO damn much, and that's canon! Like this might be the most blatant it's ever been stated from Trey's end! Unless I'm being a fool and forgetting! Which I might be!

And here's the thing, they're both still young! Not even out of school yet! And feelings change over time. Sometimes those familial feelings do grow into romantic ones, and sometimes they remain familial. It's a slowburn ship, where as they continue to gradually pick apart and wipe down and stitch up those traumas, those feelings can morph into romance as they watch the other grow and heal. And that's coming from someone who loves exploring a romantic dynamic while they're still in school together heeheehoohoo.

Maybe Trey gets feelings as Riddle pulls away from his mom and matures, heals physically and mentally, the need for coddling fades. Maybe he ends up realizing that the way his heart races when he sees Riddle smile is different from when Chenya smiles, has always been different, and he wasn't able to recognize it until he worked through some of that Mrs Roseheart trauma. Maybe he already knows there's romantic potential there but also knows neither of them are ready for that sort of thing yet. Maybe it ends up being a lifelong queer platonic partnership. There's so many possibilities for their bond it's making my head spin.

I could go into the details of how Chenya being housewarden instead is a change made as a means to an end regarding both his yearning for his friend there to help in the previous year and how denying Riddle the role lets him be free from the pressure and weight of expectations, rather than overt dissatisfaction with Riddle's as a leader (thank you Ortho for that little addition). Or how Trey realizing that Riddle---the QUEEN---always gets the first tart slice was what helped him wake up on his own. But I think I've made my point.

TreyRid wasn't robbed, it was gifted an amazing foundation to build off of, maybe a few steps away from Trey just outright saying he wants to lick whipped cream out of Riddle's mouth.

[thebroccolination]

WILL SOTUS EVER LET ME GO? (NO. LOL.)

Man, y'know, I'll always love the emotional labor that Ultimate Slowburn™️ SOTUS makes you do as a viewer, because in the time it takes Kongphob and Arthit to go from Sexually Charged Antagonism KongArt:

to Teehee! Wear My Bracelet KongArt:

you think your heart has exploded as much as it's ever going to. Because they're cute, sure, but that's as cute as they can be, right?

You think that!

You do!

You're all, "These two can't possibly make me feel more things."

BUT ACTUALLY??? THEY FUCKING CAN.

BECAUSE THEN SOTUS S COMES THE FUCK ALONG AND KONGART ARE DOING CUDDLING SHIT LIKE THIS:

AND FUCKING FLASHBACKS TO WHEN THEY WERE OPENLY DATING IN UNIVERSITY:

AND KISSES LIKE THESE:

AND YOU'RE LIKE, "WELL FINE OKAY BUT THAT'S ALL, RIGHT? THAT'S THE HUMAN LIMIT TO THE AMOUNT OF EMOTION I CAN FEEL FOR TWO FICTIONAL SMITTEN IDIOTS."

N

O

P

E

BECAUSE THEY ALSO HAD AN OUR SKYY EPISODE.

IN WHICH THEY'VE BEEN DATING FOR YEARS AT THIS POINT AND THEY'RE GODDAMN FUCKING ADORABLE WITHOUT FUCKING PAUSE.

LOOK AT THEM HOLDING HANDS IN BED AT 6AM BECAUSE ARTHIT WAS SO EXCITED TO FIND OUT THE RESULTS OF KONGPHOB'S APPLICATION TO STUDY ECONOMICS IN BEIJING!!!!! BECAUSE ARTHIT SPENT MONTHS TUTORING!!!!! KONGPHOB BECAUSE HE!!!! LOVES!!!! HIM!!!! SO GODDAMN MUCH!!!!!!

LIKE, FUCK, ARTHIT WAS A GODDAMN ENGINEERING MAJOR!!!!!! AND HERE HE IS HAPPILY HELPING KONGPHOB STUDY ECONOMICS!!!!!! WILLINGLY!!!!! POST-GRADUATION!!!!! AFTER WORKING HIS FULL-TIME FUCKING JOB!!!!! AS AN ENGINEER!!!!!!!! I CANNOT EMPHASIZE ENOUGH HOW MUCH I DON'T LOVE ANYONE ENOUGH TO STUDY ECONOMICS WITH THEM AFTER WORKING ALL DAY!!!!!!!!!!! ARTHIT????????

shhh he's recharging on his soulmate's shoulder

LOOK AT THEM!!!!! MIRED IN A TIDEPOOL OF THEIR PRE-MARITAL BLISS OR WHATEVER!!!! IN FRONT OF PEOPLE!!!!!!!

AND THEN ARTHIT CRIES THREE FUCKING TIMES (THAT WE SEE!!!!!!!) ABOUT KONGPHOB STUDYING ABROAD BECAUSE HE LOVES KONGPHOB SO FUCKING MUCH AND HE WANTS TO SUPPORT HIS BOYFRIEND'S FUCKING NERD DREAM TO GET A MASTERS DEGREE IN ECONOMICS (KONGPHOB YOU'RE SO GODDAMN WEIRD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH) BUT ARTHIT ALSO CAN'T STAND TO BE SEPARATED FROM HIM:

THREE!!!!!

FUCKING!!!!!

TIMES!!!!!!!

BUT IT'S FINE BECAUSE THEY GET FUCKING ENGAGED AND GODDAMN KISS IN AN AIRPORT ABOUT IT

SO THEN KEY POSTS THIRTY FICS ABOUT THEM AND HAS TWICE AS MANY WIPS IN THEIR DRAFTS BECAUSE THESE TWO DUG THEIR TALONS INTO KEY'S SOUL IN 2020 AND NEVER LET THE FUCK GO!!!!!!!!!

AND ALL OF THAT??????????????

STARTED HERE:

I'M GOING TO SLEEP I HATE THEM >:(

i don't i love them so so so much goddamn it

[utilitycaster]

You mentioned it briefly a few months ago (but it lives rent free in my head sorry!) that the most popular ship from this campaign has almost only AU fanfics and it's really telling me something about the characters from c3, that there is just really nothing to explore about them.

So here's the thing. I do not think the characters aren't worth exploring! There's been good character work (a lot of which gets ignored, actually, because it's not what many of the people who insist that C3 is their favorite as they slowly turn into a corncob want*; see basically anyone on Twitter about Orym), it's just not central to the plot.

I stand by what I originally said and which was validated at a recent Q&A panel: the cast wasn't told that this was going to be the Moon Plot Campaign (they were just told pulpier and deadlier) and Laura wasn't told that Imogen would be as central a character as she was. So I think we have characters who could have, for the most part, had a character-driven campaign around them, but it became clear relatively early on that this was the Moon Plot campaign and that wouldn't be the focus; and because to get all of his ducks in a row for the Moon Plot Matt had to take a heavier hand with the rails and as a result the party didn't have a ton of bonding time early on because they were always taking NPC missions/being ferried around in an airship with no need for watch conversations, and it's hard to go back and fill in those interactions later, which is why they've sort of fallen out of the habit.

With respect to the ship...the thing is, I genuinely believe it could have been good. The reason I'm not a fan of imo/dna isn't because I think the characters aren't good (well, my feelings on Laudna are documented but I do think Imogen is a great character). It's because, ironically enough, every barrier between them did get removed all too quickly in the service of Cottage Endgame and as a result I think many of the people who wanted that are like "wait...that's it?" Like, the gnarlrock fight fizzled out only for the same conflict to come up briefly with Ishta (swordgate) 70 episodes later and be resolved a day later in-game. When they reunited I was like you know what would have made this good? If Laudna had remained angry in episode 65 and turned Imogen down which Laura 100% expected to happen, because they hadn't talked about this and they were awkwardly trying to deal with unresolved feelings for 30+ episodes and perhaps Laudna actually leaned into Delilah wholeheartedly during that time and realized she had feelings for Imogen after all, while Imogen was simultaneously struggling with that rejection and realizing Laudna was going into a dark place but didn't feel like she could get involved, and they both leaned more (platonically) on other characters and Swordgate was the point where Laudna said "oh no, I'm becoming too much of a problem and I do want Imogen to like me" and the soul anchor felt like a culmination of a deeply felt struggle instead of a quick fix for something that had only inconvenienced her a few times and led to a 20 hour long minor spat at best? If we actually got a fucking slowburn? It would have been great! Turns out if you always go for the instant gratification, it makes for a story without any tension! And now we're watching people who were always clamoring for skipping to the good part realizing that in doing so we skipped all the buildup that makes it the good part. There could have been something to explore. It was not explored.

*I think that there are people who for whatever reason do legitimately prefer Campaign 3 for whatever reasons and are in earnest and this isn't about them. While I don't share their tastes I support them and their feelings; we all have our preferences. This is about the people who are already visibly setting up the groundwork for a dramatic rage quit that will make copious, wildly incorrect use of the term "neoliberal" if the campaign ends with the gods still in place while still insisting this is definitely the best campaign and making absolutely brainless statements about prior campaigns not being as political even though this is the least politically inclined or aware group by a country mile. I think the lesson from the above and from here is that you really cannot have your cake and eat it too.

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #187

1. hey mods thank you so much for all the awesome work that you do! tw for implied sexual assault for the fic itself - i'm looking for a fic where aziraphale noticed that crowley hadnt popped in to check in on him in a while and he finds out some humans have taken him and chained him up in a basement and rented him out to people, and they shaved his head. aziraphale breaks him out and i think it was mainly focused on recovery i didn't get too far into reading it. i think they also controlled him with some sigil but i'm not 100% sure. i also think crowley loses his memory for a little bit but i might be mixing it up with something else. it was on ao3. if anyone has the link or title i'd greatly appreciate it <3 - anon

2. Do you know what fic it is that starts in Eden, and Aziraphale and Crowley start having sex more or less immediately, and it describes all the different flowers in Eden that get crushed in the process? It was really funny, but now I can’t find it 😭. I don’t think it was only set in Eden, but that was the first chapter. Also, it wasn’t rated E, and I don’t think it was rated M. Thanks! :) - anon

3. hi! when go tv show first came out I read a very long ineffable husbands slowburn fic on ao3 that had a segment where god went on a very profound rant about stew I cannot find it but I would love to read it again if anyone knows it - @iconsumethesoulsofthedamned

4. Hi! I love coming to this page when I'm looking for a fic recommendation! There has been one stuck in my head that I can't remember. It was on ao3 about Aziraphale not having his memories of before Eden. When he is in Hell disguised as Crowley, Beezlebub says Crowley's angel name and Aziraphale remembers that he knew Crowley as an angel and that they were in love. I will appreciate finding this fic again. - @night-fury13

5. Hii ! I have trouble finding a very short fic about Aziraphale and Crowley being already married and people (other characters from the book) not knowing. I remember one part being Crowley saying he's married and other people brushing it off as "definitely something a demon would do [getting married]", and Crowley only looking at them confused. At the end of the fic the two of them say that they've been married for a longtime and everyone is shocked (except Adam I think I'm really not sure on that one). If you don't find it, it's okay <3 - @rottinhella

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

[solanumflare]

I haven't heard about your sskk college AU, can I hear about it :0

ehehehe my plan has worked now I get to infodump about this thing for 14 billion years >:)

bear with me bc its a bit complicated and I'm essentially giving a full summary. might even put a read more in case people don't want spoilers (since it's getting posted uhhhhhh. someday??)

so basically. atsushi is in the second half of his first year of college, having just transferred from his previous college and moved in with a friend (kunikida). things are going well! he's triple-majoring because he's absolutely insane, he's in multiple teachers' good graces and could probably be a TA soon, he's been working at an animal shelter and got a pet cat out of it, he's been making friends through hanging around with kunikida, the campus literary magazine is publishing his short stories and essays, and his new psychosis meds are working really well to stop his hallucinations!

the only real issue going on in his life is, well! there's this guy, ryuunosuke, who also writes for the lit mag, and is in a bunch of his literature classes, and is really weirdly mean to him!!! not that he's exactly nice to anyone else, but for someone who was atsushi's roommate in the psych ward and someone who knows all of atsushi's secrets and told atsushi all of his own, he's really icy and that's weird!!

so atsushi hatches a plan: get close to ryuunosuke and rekindle the friendship (???) they had, except now with more mental stability! and it seems like the universe is on board with the plan, because the number of their mutual friends is growing, and atsushi has started attending ryuunosuke's younger sibling's band's concerts, and they've been assigned to work together for a literary magazine publication! more and more time spent together, and spent alone together, and a very important question starts to rise-- why did ryuunosuke act like they didn't know each other at first? and why does the icy act get dropped whenever it's just them?

its a slowburn, college au, main characters are atsushi, akutagawa, kunikida, and chuuya (my favorites), lots of literature, lots of music, lots of flashbacks to a week spent in a psych ward and lots of bonds formed. :D

ask me more about it if you want, there's certainly more to say! also I'm making like a million playlists for it so that's something. also also I have art on the way for it... hehe

[buryhny]

One Night Stand ; 31

➥ rundown ; as if the unexpected twist of a one-night stand turning out to be your CEO boss wasn't surreal enough, the situation takes a more challenging turn when both of you discover that you're expecting his child.

→ genre ; enemies to lovers | CEO au | pregnancy trope | slowburn

→ Jungkook x y/n → contains smut, fluff and angst → chapter thirty one ; wc | 7.3k

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Jungkook had trouble falling asleep, his mind had flooded with too many worries that caused him discomfort. what must be their problem? is something really bad? Is his mother okay? he was overwhelmed with the number of questions he had.

it's almost 4 am and his thoughts had successfully taken away all his sleep so he decided to just wake up. there was no point in laying on the bed and shifting left to right when he wasn't gonna drift off.

"maybe they've changed? maybe they aren't the same anymore." he speaks under his breath as he thinks about Taehyung and how he must be a better man but when he's reminded of the way Taehyung was so close to you despite being a total stranger, didn't align with Jungkook's assumptions of him being better.

he stood from the bed with a piercing headache, tired eyes looking around his room and his weary body tried to walk around. this has been the case for a couple of days now, first, he was worried for you and now the other men. The only days Jungkook ever slept without the disturbance from his thoughts were when he was with you, cuddled close to you, sharing the same bed.

he decides to walk around and check on you, he pushes the door open slowly, careful not to make a sound and disrupt your sleep. he watches you for some time and sees you finding it difficult to sleep.

your eyes closed but a frown lingers through your creased forehead as you whimper and try to use a spare pillow to lay your bump on. He didn't realize he had been watching you for quite some time, but he had already seen you move around about 15 times in 5 minutes.

you're having discomfort sleeping and it makes him worry when he hears you whimper from time to time. he wonders if you're okay but asking you now would seem to intrude especially since it's 4 am. he doesn't want to seem creepy and scare you off.

he leaves your door slightly ajar and walks back to his room. He contemplates texting the men who had sworn to make him talk to them. Jungkook sits on the edge of the bed and rubs his face with his hands before he lets them sit under his chin.

he changes into shorts to do some boxing, Bam wakes up from his sleep when he hears the sound of Jungkook walking to the gym. sometimes he's glad that he's got all he needs at home, it saves time and energy as well as allows him to do his activities whenever he wants.

he prepares his quick coffee before he gets to working out. 30 minutes of boxing and an hour of yoga. that's his plan. he'd got his boxing gloves secured around his wrists and all he needed was some music. "bam-ah, it's too early. get some more sleep."

he murmured to the pup before he began punching the bag in front of him. although Jungkook was feeling for music, he didn't think he needed it, considering the time. in fact, that wasn't the actual reason, he just wanted to get rid of the numerous thoughts in his head and stop those voices.

he wanted some peace. he was so into it, that he didn't realize that he'd spent more than 45 minutes boxing. he wasn't tired either, he could go on for hours. he thinks about you, and what the future might hold for the two of you. about the baby? it never crosses his mind. Taehyung, Yoongi, his mother and maybe even Jin. he's never heard from the oldest.

what stopped him from continuing was someone by the door. he felt eyes on him and when he turned around, his eyes met yours. you were leaning against the door, watching him and he doesn't know how long you've been here. "hey!" he speaks breathlessly, it's when he realizes that he'd overworked his body way too much than he had expected when he suddenly feels dizzy.

you watch him remove his gloves, his breathing deeply and heavily, while the sweat drips down the strands of his hair as he examines his knuckles that are red from all that boxing. he's shirtless, the beads of sweat on his chest, threaten to tickle down to his shorts, his v-line creeping out and his face flushed and glistening.

it's a sight that makes your mouth water, he looks too good to remove your eyes from. he looks at you and raises his eyebrow but you're too immersed in looking at him that you don't notice him judging you too. "did I disturb your sleep?" he asks but you don't respond to him, he sees where your eyes look and it's fixated on his chest so he leaves a chuckle as he wipes off his sweat from his nose and mouth.

"hello?" he mutters and then you flinch and take your eyes off him. "y-yeah?" he bites his inner cheek and looks down before he sees you. the redness of your cheeks confirms your embarrassment as you blink multiple times and look around the room, amazed that he's got all the gym equipment.

it gives you the idea to pass some time here, after all doing exercise is good for pregnancy as well as it helps with easing your delivery. "did I disrupt your sleep?" "no you didn't." "then why are you awake at 5 am?" he looks at the clock and then frowns.

'I spent an hour boxing?'

he hears himself speak inside his mind. "i.. haven't been sleeping well." you say and take the face towel that he holds and wipe off the drip. you examine his face now that you're close to him and he looks down at you and notices the dark rings around your eyes.

"what's wrong? Are you worried about your parents?" "I'm not worried about anyone, i just don't find comfort in any position. I think it's just a second-trimester thing." you mutter and hand him the towel back as Bam circles around your feet and licks your open legs. "Bam-i that tickles!" you laugh.

what you said may have added to Jungkook's already running mind so he tries to think of something he could do to help. "Is it the bed? Should I look for a softer mattress? or.."

"Hey, it's not the bed Jungkook." you say and giggle at how cute he looks with a concerned expression. he walks to the table and grabs his T-shirt so he can put it on. "what's the matter then? is it the change in place or is it something we should consult a doctor about?"

he asked and you just laughed him off as you pet Bam's ears. "it's nothing serious, I guess it's just a part of pregnancy." "I think I read about a pregnancy pillow. is that a thing?" he asks you at which your eyes sparkle with a couple of nods.

"oh yes, I think that's what I need. it popped up on my for you page." Jungkook acknowledges what you said and looks away, he tells himself that's the first thing he's got to do after he's done showering. he won't let another day pass with you unable to sleep.

"I'm just having terrible back pains, so I can't lay on my back for too long. and moving to the sides is getting difficult too so I'm just not as comfortable as I used to be." you tell him at which he nods and looks at you. "I will sort it out, for now.... wanna join me for yoga?" he grabs the yoga mat and looks at you with an eyebrow raised. you clap your hands and agree.

"oh goodie!!" you whisper under your breath, which he catches on fast and giggles. you sounded so innocent and sweet. "come on then." "with my pj's?" His eyes assess you from head to toe and then he nods. "yeah, you've got some shorts on."

you walk towards him, and he lays the mat for you, Bam and himself. "why'd you got so many mats?" "I just have them for the aesthetic, to fill up the spaces." he says and shakes it off. you laugh at how Bam prepares for his yoga too, he looks forward to his daily yoga sessions. Jungkook sits beside you and stops, he frowns and then realizes that you can't do the usual yoga that he does.

you've got to do prenatal yoga and it's different from regular practices, it has unique features that are exclusive for pregnancy to make it comfortable and easy. Jungkook gets on his feet and turns on the television that's fixed on the wall, he googles for prenatal yoga and finds a reputable instructor that YouTube offers.

you feel warm at how considerate he was, your heart feels tingles and butterflies, something that you've been feeling recently, a lot when he's around. It's amusing how you've overlooked the fact that you're pregnant and can't do the usual yoga practices you've been doing your whole life, but he noticed it before you did. "there, you can follow this."

he mutters as he turns the television to you and sits beside you. "thanks for being so thoughtful." you whisper and he gives you a sheepish smile with a shrug. "just do the basic steps, breathing and stretching. we should consult your doctor before you can do any heavy poses."

he instructs you with a cold look on his face that ... almost scares you. "okay Mr Jeon." he breaks his serious character and giggles with his bunny teeth on show. he loves it when you call him by Mr Jeon. sometimes he wonders if he has a Mr Jeon kink. you both have your yoga session with Bam, You felt relaxed and calm, and the quiet environment made everything so much better.

Jungkook incorporates Yoga so he can collect himself, collect all his scattering thoughts and allow himself to get going with a beautiful start to his day. "oh god, my back hurts." you whine as you palm your hips, your hand can't reach your back anyway.

"you good?" he quickly asks and looks at your face for any signs of concern. "my back pains are just getting worse. this bump is getting bigger and I can't breathe." you chuckle and cradle your belly, you feel satisfied when you do so, it makes you feel cute.

"fuck, if it gets worse then please let me know. don't keep it to yourself." he murmurs and you nod with a sigh. you lean on your palms and watch him, he looks at you confusedly. "I a-" "Let me guess. "I look very delightful. and you wanna do m-" "I'm hungry and craving pancakes topped with cream, strawberries, blueberries and Nutella."

you say as you bite on your lower lip and tease him. Jungkook chuckles and whispers. "I make better cream than store-bought." he says under his breath to himself. "heard that but no thanks I'm craving for something sweet not salty." he turns to face you and bites his inner cheek. "that so? remember me quite well huh?" "Don't you remember me?"

you ask him almost like a threat as you both get closer to each other. "I do, in fact..." he leans towards you, a few inches distance left between you two. "Mmm?" "You're sweeter than any dessert, darling. you can satisfy all my sweet cravings,"

"Okay now! what the fuck was that?" you groan in laughter and hit his chest, the both of you unable to contain each other's laughter. you both can't lie but you can feel the taste of it but you let it slide because now's not the time for anything sexual. you're both still at the beginning stage and there's more to it than sex.

"come, I'll make you the pancakes." "yay!" you squeak as he lends a hand to help you get on your feet. it's getting difficult to move around easily, the bump is bigger, rounder and just as heavier as it looks. "pancake time!!!" you scream and walk towards the kitchen, making him laugh hard.

He'd never seen you this happy. It had always been fleeting glimpses, and he never thought he would get to share these extended moments with you. Jungkook pulls out the mixer and the ingredients for the batter while you watch him make your breakfast, it's almost 7 am. Although you never have your breakfast this early, it still feels nice to be with him and be a part of his routine.

he drinks his coffee and it's all that he needs to get going. Bam's breakfast is ready too and is waiting to be served, the pup waits patiently by his bowls until he gets his meat. you don't understand why Jungkook has no staff around, he's got everything that he requires but no helpers? and why do they only come by his place on specific days?

it's leaves a big question mark in your mind and he's the only one with the answers. "there! your pancakes. I haven't got Nutella though. Can I drizzle some melted chocolate instead?" "Sure! anything chocolate works."

you say with a smile and he pours the melted brown liquid. he makes a mental note to take you to the supermarket so you can fill his kitchen with your favorite items too, so you can have them anytime you crave. "mmm, this tastes so good Jungkook!"

you moan and close your eyes. he chuckles and sips on his coffee, leaning on the counter as he admires you. Watching you eat brings him more joy than sex, a feeling Jeon Jungkook never imagined he could experience. "Is that good enough?" "good enough?? Jungkook, these taste better than my mom's!!"

you beam and continue to throw more into your mouth. what better way you start his day, than with you here? you've so easily taken away all his worries and thoughts, you just made everything positive and he can't stop looking at you. "your mom wouldn't like that. you better not tell her." "Oh, she'll say it herself if she tries them." "Will she?"

"yeah, totally!" he smiles and nods. "aren't you having any?" he shakes his head and points at his coffee, at which you frown. "That's not enough. You never have a proper meal. Even when I was working, all I ever saw you do was drink coffee the whole day."

"that's because I don't have an appetite." "That's not an excuse. here." You offer him a piece of your pancake that's speared on your fork. he turns his head away, reluctant to have it. "hey, have something. come on." a pout grows on your face and he can't deny you anymore. "okay, just this once." you nod.

you feed him the pancake and smile. "you need to have your meds." "oh yes, this reminds me. I've got to see Dr Sohee." Jungkook tilts his head as his eyebrows draw together. "is it about the back pain?" "no, I've got my 6-month scan. I'm 24 weeks today."

you speak with excitement lingering in your tone, your eyes light up and your hands Instinctively reach to caress your bump. "right. Is it today? I can take you." "Oh no no, you've probably got work. I'm good." You scrape the remaining chocolate off the plate and lick the spoon, tidying up the dish. Jungkook thinks he doesn't have to even wash it, it looks as clean as new.

he places it in the dishwasher and then comes to you. "I'll take you y/n, don't worry about it." he says sternly as he gives Bam his meat and then heads upstairs with you. "i just don't want to bother you..." you murmur and he stops in his tracks to look at you. "You're not a bother, baby. Get that silly thought out of your head."

He taps your forehead with his index finger and tightens his lips. "sure?" you look at him with large eyes, he wants to hit his head on the wall at how adorable you freaking look. "of course, darling. come here." he opens his arms to pull you to a hug but you push his chest. "eww, you stink. shower first."

he laughs with his bunny teeth. "I'll take a shower and be back then mm?" you nod and walk to your bedroom as he walks over to his. you pull up the blinds and the sun enters through the windows. 'it's not too bad, waking up before 12.' you think to yourself as you open them up, to let in the fresh air.

Stepping out onto the balcony, you take a moment to watch the streets below. It feels calming, a stark contrast to your apartment. The scenery is soothing to watch; while it's stunning at night, the rising sun maybe even more beautiful. after a few minutes you walk in and make the bed, place your plushy on the center of the pillows and pick what you're gonna wear for the day. an oversized tee and shorts pair the best.

Jungkook on the other hand, picked out his suit for today. a white shirt paired with a grey suit and light blush pink tie. As he buttons up the cuffs of his shirt, he remembers that the helpers will arrive in about an hour. Since you're alone at his place, he needs to let you know about their arrival.

but also maybe get your help with his tie, just so he could feel your hands on him. he bites his lips at how mischievous he is but he decides to go on with his impulsive thoughts. before you can freshen up, you hear Jungkook voice you. "y/n?" you walk out of your bedroom and follow his voice to his bedroom.

You glance around his room and can't help but marvel at how much it reflects his personality. Every detail seems to embody who he is. it's modern, classy and black and it's just so him. "wow, never thought a room could represent you so much. This room just screams Jeon Jungkook." you mutter and glance at him as he stands in front of the mirror, fastening the cuffs of his shirt. "you called me?" you wait by his door, twirling a little as you wait till he responds.

you can't get enough of how he looks in shirts. his whole office attire is everything, it's the only thing you wanna see him wear. the way the shirt fits his body, his biceps stick out so perfectly you can almost carve them with your eyes, the waistcoat captures his slim waist so gorgeously and all that's left is the coat.

"care to help?" his voice makes you flinch as you eyes soon move from his chest to his face. "yes?" he walks closer to you, fixing his waistcoat in place. "my tie." you see his tie looks disheveled, which of course he did intentionally just so he could use your hands.

he always does his tie by himself, which you're aware of too. your hand reaches the tie around his neck and places it according to the length it has to be. he looks down at you as you make the knot and let it come together. He notices how your eyelashes flutter with each blink, how your eyes stay focused on your task, and how your lips tighten when you're concentrating.

you place the tie inside the waistcoat and adjust it under his collar, your hands reach his shoulders before it comes to his neck. he feels your touch and the coldness of it through his white shirt. he's so close to you, he's just a few inches away from you. your eyes glance at his before you look back at what you're supposed to do.

he sees the blush creep up your cheeks, tinting them a soft pink. it makes him smile. "there, all done." you say as your hands stay on his shoulders, you meet his eyes and see how he's biting his inner cheek while he observes you. "you're gonna be late." you whisper as you tear your eyes away from his, you can't look at him, he makes you feel shy. "thanks.."

he murmurs at which you nod. "you need to take your hands off from me if you don't want me to be late." he jokes and you soon take them away, "i-i'm sorry-" he pulls you back to him and places his lips on your forehead, your eyes naturally close at the feeling of them on your skin. his lips always feel so soft, so safe.

he lets the kiss linger for a few minutes before he leaves apart. you look up at him with a sigh and smile. you feel so safe around him, with him, beside him. "have lunch and your vitamins. Text me for anything and I'll be back soon, okay?" you nod.

he looks at you for a few more seconds before he grabs his coat and office bag. "take care." you whisper. "you too, darling."

-

Jungkook sits on his chair as he reaches out to his drawer to pull out all the letters he received throughout the week. he usually reads his emails and answers them every night but letters are a bit messy and he takes his time with them, which is often why he misses out on certain important clients.

however, he truly hopes he doesn't find anymore letters from Yoongi, that would ruin his mood for the entire day. His day began on a high note; he was so in good spirits that he greeted every employee who passed by with a cheerful 'good morning,'

which is unusual for Mr. Jeon. he received replies from them but he failed to notice the frown followed after their response. clearly shows how out of the ordinary it was. Jungkook happily hums when he finishes sorting all his letters, relieved that none of them are from the people he wants to avoid.

he realises he didn't mention about the helpers coming by, he soon takes his phone and sends you a text. Jungkook relaxes for some time before he gets to the meeting that everyone has been anticipating for the week.

-

a yawn escapes from Hoseok's mouth as he enters the Jeon Industries building. he's got a bit of insomnia to deal with and only manages to get through the day with 30 minutes of sleep, and even that wasn't uninterrupted.

he's got projects to deal with and he's glad for Park who does everything so well. Jimin has been well after he was given your position he's even better at his work now. he's fully aware that this is a temporary position but he's taking advantage of it very well,

he'd impressed far too many clients and the praises between the staff don't seem to stop. it's a good thing, Hoseok thinks. It eliminates all the unnecessary attention he receives after your abrupt departure.

-

You freshen up and decide to unpack the rest of your luggage. you play some music on your phone while you fold your clothes and place them inside the closet. You're waiting for the helpers to arrive so you can get assistance with the clothes because you know for sure that you're not gonna be able to finish these off today.

you see a middle-aged woman knock on your room door, she's got a beautiful smile on her face, a lovely dress that she wears, long and flowy until her ankles, her cheeks sagging and her eyes smile lovingly.

"hello dear, may I come in." "Sure." she walks inside and Bam who was seated on your couch, runs to the woman and circles her feet. "good to see you Bam." she speaks kindly. the woman approaches you and examines you for some time before she looks down at your bump and then at the bed with all your clothes.

"need help?" you nod and she takes your t-shirts and begins to fold. "what's your name, dear?" "Lee Y/N." she nods and mouths your name. "pretty name," she chuckles along with you. there was silence, it was comfortable because the lady beside you was kind and wore a smile at all times.

her hair is golden but her grey strands stand out. She gets some black garment hangers so it will be easier for you to choose from, which you appreciate a lot for her thoughtfulness. "he never brought anyone home." She murmurs, causing you to stop folding your clothes. the woman exhales sharply and then proceeds to ask. "How many months are you in?" "Six months."

"Ah, this is the best time. It'll pass quickly, so make the most of it." she says, your hand cradles your bump as you look down and think. 'Man, it did go fast. six months already?' you didn't want to let go of what she said earlier, what did she mean by he never brought anyone home? do you want to ask her about it now, especially since it's the first time she's met you?

You smiled at her words, taking a moment to reflect. You should be able to feel the baby moving by now, it's always very light and you don't seem to understand what they are. are the tickles the baby or something else.

She cleans up your room while you drink your vitamins, and Bam stays close to you and waits for you to pet him. he loves it when you tickle under his chin and rub the top of his head. With Jungkook,

it's a whole different story. When he flips Bam's ears up and down, the little pup just lights up with joy. It's like Bam can't get enough of it, wagging his tail and bouncing around all excited. you spend the rest of your time seated on your couch while the rest of Jungkook's staff cleans up the house.

With nothing else on your agenda, you know you'll probably spend the entire day glued to your phone, scrolling through social media, checking messages, and maybe binge-watching videos. You're not one to nap during the day, so it's just you and Bam, and you're starting to worry about how to pass the time in this huge house. there's got to be something to do.

you walk to the kitchen and see the old woman by the dining table, setting up the chairs after she'd done vacuuming the floor. "hey..." you voice out for her since you didn't know her name, it was slightly awkward to call her out. "yes dear, do you need anything? you could've called me from your room, and I would come up to you."

she's gentle with her words and tone, you can almost see your lovely mother in her. You've made a mental reminder to ask Jungkook about her later. "no that's okay, I was just wondering if... maybe Jungkook has something to do? does he have anything at all?"

the woman smiles and gives you one short nod. "of course, let me guide you. Come." you follow her, as she walks to a room in a corridor. Jungkook's home has a minimalist vibe, with everything around being simple, classic, and visually stunning. There are many rooms you haven't seen yet, since he only showed you your room and the kitchen, and that was during a time when you weren't on the best terms.

But now, you're thinking it might be a good idea to ask him to give you a tour so you can get familiar with all the spaces in his home. Maya is her name, she told you while walking with you to the room she had just opened. Her smile was warm, and her voice carried a hint of excitement as she chatted about the house and the different rooms you might find interesting.

she didn't specify what each room was for but she told you that there were a total of 13 rooms in this mansion and it made you think what did he need 13 rooms for when he lived all by himself. "this will entertain you. I hope you enjoy.... reading."

she opens the door to the room filled with shelves of books leaving your jaw to drop in awe. it's not a metaphor here, your jaw actually drops when you see the number of books he has been hiding behind the doors. you don't think you can count the books in here, it would take you days! "oh...my god. Jungkook owns all these books?" you exclaim in excitement.

Maya chuckles and answers your question. "yes, these belong to Mr Jeon. he's read all of them." "All of them?" "Why yes, but he hasn't been reading any books lately so that's why the door stays closed." she speaks and you walk around each shelf and notice the number of romance books he's got.

"no way.." you giggle and grab a book, you love reading so this is gonna keep you occupied for the rest of the days to come. "I think I'm gonna grab a few books and take them to my room." "you can sit here if you want." she takes you to the corner of the room where there's a lovely little couch and plenty of cushions.

it looks so comfy and is just what you need. "oh thanks a lot Maya, you saved my day." "oh, it's nothing dear, enjoy reading. if you need any snacks, a drink anything. just voice my name and I will bring anything for you." you nod and the woman leaves the room.

you sit on the couch and look at the 5 books that you chose, contemplating which one you should read today. You can't seem to take your eyes off this really old book that's in your hand, it's 'The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks.' you stop to think for a bit and then realize that there's a film about this story which you'd watched once long ago.

you flip through the pages and see wording written with a purple marker and a red one but with two different handwriting.

'the book has nothing like the film!' the purple words say.

'the movie is shit too!' the red one.

'no it isn't!' and the last purple words.

you chuckle as you think this must be Jungkook's writing although the two handwritings look very different from each other. You choose to read it and find out why he claimed the book is completely different from the movie and why he thinks the movie is shit too.

-

the clock strikes 6.50 PM and Jungkook has packed up to leave. he told you that he'll be taking you to the gyno so the appointment is at 7.20 PM and if he leaves the office now, he can make it to his place and pick you up to drive straight to the Drs.

[ From Jungkook ]

I'm leaving, be ready!

[ Y/n ]

for what?

[ From Jungkook ]

appointment?!!

[ Y/n ]

oh shit yes

slipped out of my mind

you pick out a cardigan and sweatpants because you're too lazy to get yourself dressed up, it's just the gyno anyway and secondly, you can't get your eyes off the book that you're reading. there's no way Jungkook does not like this book, he's crazy.

you soon put on the clothes and just a little bit of tinted serum so you don't look like a disaster, some clear lip gloss and a ponytail. you look okay. there's still time until Jungkook arrives so you stay inside the library. you've been in there for hours now, and the only times you ever leave is when you want a snack or when you have to pee which was about 9 times,

it ruined each moment of the book when you couldn't control it and had to run to your washroom. Bam follows you too and stays beside you while you read. you moved spots about 15 times by each hour.

Jungkook walks in to find only empty couches. "y/n? I'm back." he places his coat on the sofa along with his bag before he walks to the kitchen and doesn't find you there, he thinks maybe you're in your bedroom, asleep but when he opens the door, he's greeted with the empty bed. he begins to panic a bit, assumptions flooding his mind yet again.

"y/n??!!" he calls you out, this time louder and then he hears you answer him. "down here!" He follows your voice and notices that the door to his library is open. he never showed you this room before, how did you know? Jungkook walks inside and sees you seated on his ash-grey couch, with a book in your hand.

you tilt your head when you feel him standing behind you. "hey! how was work today?" you ask. "it was good- how-? how did you find this room?" you keep the book on the couch and get on your feet. he looks at you with a frown decorating his face. "well. I should ask you. why you didn't show me this room before?"

he looks at you, you're dressed in comfortable clothes, you look so beautiful even though you're in casual home wear. he sees the lip gloss and can tell that you've got some foundation or something on your face because it looks glowy and... he could go on. he looks down at the ground, his mouth open to speak but then he sighs.

"I- I just never thought about it." you suddenly feel very conscious about being in this room. what if he didn't want you to know? why are you even in his personal space? you both aren't super close yet so you shouldn't be loitering around his house when you've only been shown one room, that is your bedroom.

Jungkook notices the way your face changes like it lost its glow when he stammered his last sentence. no he didn't want you to think that you can't use his rooms or anything of that sort. of course, he wants you to know about every room, everything in his house, heck, even himself. he wants you to know and see everything.

"well, you should've. but um- I'm sorry if you didn't want me to know about it. I should've asked you-" "Hey.." his hands cup your face immediately. "don't be sorry. you don't have to ask me anything, you stay here now, this is your home too."

he coos to you as he speaks softly, letting you know what's his is yours too and you don't need to apologize for anything. "okay." you whisper and he nods, watching your eyes for some time until he realizes you've both got to go. "let's get going now, shall we?"

your smile gets wider and you nod super fast, like a child. he chuckles and gestures for you to walk first. he then peeps a bit to see what exactly you're reading. 'the notebook.' his smile fades as he recalls the back of the book where certain words have been written.

"come on!! I can't wait!!!" "Coming!" he leaves the room, trying to forget what he just saw. "you've got no idea, I'm super excited!!!" you squeak as he fastens the seatbelt for you because he wants to be a gentleman and does it instead of letting you do it. "yeah?"

"yeah!!!! oh my god...." your voice trails as he takes the driver's seat and then looks at you. "what?" "the gender... but I'm not ready to know!!!! what do we do? Should we keep it a secret? or find it out now? or we can-" Jungkook begins to laugh, you're so clueless and confused and cute, he doesn't know what to do, he just wants to keep watching you.

"what?!!! you're not helping me!" you fold your hands to your chest and look out the glass, slightly annoyed at his behavior. "baby I'm sorry." "you're mean!" "I'll make it up to you, I'll take you to the convenience store after we leave the Drs okay?"

You abruptly turn to look at him with a smile on your face. "sure??" "Of course darling." the drive to the hospital was quiet but comfortable, you could not stop thinking about the scan and the gender. it's getting real and you don't know how to stop your excitement from flooding. Jungkook glances at you and bites back his smile, you look so happy and eager, he can see it in your eyes.

You both enter together and make your way to Dr. Sohee's room. You sit in the waiting chairs and wait for your name to be called. your legs shake in anticipation, as your teeth keep nipping on your bottom lip. Jungkook gets concerned and places his hand on your thigh. "hey, calm down."

"how can I? I'm so fucking excited!!!" you whisper under your breath and cover your face, to stop your cheeks from turning any redder from all that thrill. he nods and taps on your thigh when the nurse calls you inside. "hello Y/n, how have you been?"

Sohee greets you with a smile as she gestures for you two to take your seats. "I've never been better!" "That's good, I see someone has been waiting..." she looks over at Jungkook before you and you three chuckle. "I just wanna know her gender already." "her?"

"well i-" "She likes to call her bump 'her' because she's got the bump and she's a she. if that makes sense..." Jungkook seemed slightly embarrassed as he interrupted when you were about to explain but then he seemed like his explanation didn't make much sense. Sohee laughs and nods as she says she gets it.

You hide your face in your hands and give the man's thigh a gentle tap from underneath the table. "well, come with me then. let's find out." you follow Sohee inside before you stop in your tracks and turn to Jungkook who stays seated. "you can come too."

you murmur and he tries to say it's okay but then you assure him that he can come inside too, so he does. you lay on the bed and raise your cardigan to allow Sohee to place the gel on your bump. Jungkook sees how big your belly has become, he hasn't seen it from this closeness and when he thinks about it, that his child is inside there, somehow he doesn't like that feeling and tries to shake it off. Sohee spreads the gel and monitors the heartbeats that Jungkook and you hear, it's so loud and peaceful and...

it brings you so much relief. the man who stands beside you can feel his heart rate rise too. he feels uncomfortable here and the sound of the heartbeat ringing so loudly, makes him want to leave but he doesn't. A soft smile appears on your face as your eyes close upon hearing it. It brings you a sense of serenity. "it sounds so gentle.." you whisper and sigh.

you look over at Jungkook and your smile gets wider, he looks and you and gives you a tightened smile. "okay!" you now see your baby floating around in your belly. "oooop!" Sohee stops and looks at you. her eyes get so big. "do you wanna know the gender?"

you bite your lip, contemplating if you should do this now or not. you look at Jungkook and he seems to have zoned out a bit, then you sigh and say. "no, not now." Sohee respects your decision with a nod. "well then, look here." she points at the screen. "this is your little one's thumb like you call your bump 'she'. she is sucking her thumb and is sleeping well."

an 'aww' leaves your lips as you look at the monitor and see how adorable your baby looks. Jungkook sees the picture but he can't seem to smile. "here are your pictures." Sohee hands a print of the scan and wipes off the residue off your bump.

Jungkook helps you and you both get back to your seats. "everything is fine, normal. your baby is okay and I've got your gender. baby is healthy and weighs a good 2 pounds, everything is developed and you've got nothing to worry about. get back home, have some cake and get a good rest." you chuckle and nod. "thanks Dr! I'm glad that baby is safe."

"of course, you both are taking good care of the little one." "uh Dr, y/n's been having some trouble sleeping. what can we do about it?" Jungkook asks. "oh that's normal, just some back pains I'm assuming. get yourself a pregnancy pillow and you'll be okay maybe some cuddles would do too."

she winks at Jungkook and he blushes. you both leave the room, you've got a smile decorating your face and Jungkook's got one too because you're happy. "Why didn't you want to find out the gender?" he asks, intrigued about why you want to keep it hidden when you were jumping in excitement to find out. you look down the ground as you walk in your crocs.

it's unattractive, childish but it's you and even though Jungkook so badly wanted to laugh at your Hello Kitty Crocs, he didn't because you look too adorable and he loves how raw you are. "um...I want to find out the gender with you."

Jungkook frowns at this and stops walking further. you both are close to his car parked at the lot and he just needs time to absorb what you just said. you turn back and look at home, gesturing him to come and he does. "but I was with you." he says as you lean against the door of his car and he stands in front of you, between your legs.

He feels guilty, even hurt when you say that. You can see it on his face: his large eyes are downcast, and he wears a visibly pained expression. "no.. you weren't with me.... anyway, you promised to take me to the convince store. let's go!"

you take your passenger seat and he walks to the driver. he knows he's not gonna get any sleep tonight after what you just said to him. The drive was yet again quiet, unspoken words lingered. He's gonna go home and talk this out with you. he stops at the store and lets you walk inside as he follows.

"get your snacks, I'll get the necessities." you nod and grab a cart, you get a large jar of Nutella, some chocolate flavored milk and now you're about to grab some chips. "shit, the options are crazy." you whisper to yourself and contemplate which ones to get.

you see some Korean snack that looks appetizing but you can't seem to reach it. "fuck-" You raise your hand high, trying to reach the bag, but then a hand comes over to help and retrieves it for you. "here you go!"

he hands over the chips to you. "oh thank you!!!" you take it from his hand and place it on your cart. "y/n?" you hear a familiar voice call you out. you look at him and freeze when you see the man. "hoseok?"

He looks at you with surprise, his eyes widening. When he notices your bump, his gaze shifts downward, and he becomes motionless, unable to blink as he takes in the sight.

"you're-? you're pregn-"

"Hey y/n, I found a new pasta shape, it's minion shaped, should we get it- Mr. Jung?

next chapter ⇢

[diamondcitydarlin]

I do want to also add to my sudden numerous WWDITS/Nandermo posts that while I have enjoyed this season (somewhat) and the 'Nandermo' they've given us for what it is, I can confidently say at this point that there should have been more. I absolutely agree with everyone saying there should have, could have been more, and even if the last episode confirms somehow without a doubt that Nandor and Guillermo are a couple or in love etc, as great as that would be in the moment, I will always lament that it could have (arguably should have) happened a season ago. Two seasons ago, even, maybe more! I agree that what we've gotten so far and whatever we're in store to get in this last episode will not be able to live up to the tension they've constructed between these two characters over the past six seasons. It may still be sweet and cute, but there's really no way they can do all of that slowburning justice in the very last series finale ep (I'm open to being proven wrong, but I just don't see how that would be possible atp). As others have mentioned, it makes me think about all the repetitive plots that kept being used again and again across the seasons (Laslzo wants to protect Nadja and that offends her bc she can fend for herself, Guillermo leaves the house for the 50th time, Nandor 'falls in love' with some random person, etc) and how any of those repetitive plots could've been swapped out for focusing on new concepts and conflicts, such as new layers to the Nandermo dynamic. I would have liked, say, a season of Nandor having to confront feelings for Guillermo he can't run from anymore (it would have been more interesting imo to see him 'stop running' earlier on instead of trying to entrap hapless women over and over again), a whole subplot about that maybe, and his failings and triumphs at dealing with that and what it means to court someone he actually has feelings for, etc, I think that could have had a lot of comedic and character growth potential. There's literally a mile-long laundry list in my head of things that COULD have been done (with and without Nandermo) that maybe one of these days I'll get around to writing out and posting if anyone wants to use them for fanfic or fanart inspo or just to compare notes lol.

But yeah idk, I'm enjoying this season for what it is and as much as I can, and the last ep had some very juicy Nandermo moments, but I guess the thing is I think they should have happened much earlier and I think it's indisputable that this show will end as one with tons of mysteriously untapped potential- and while I can't wait to see the fix-it fan works that address all of that, it's still disappointing.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Slowburn (7) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six

blown again into instant flame (ao3) - jonsaremembers

Summary: Dan reappears in the corner of Phil’s vision, wearing the green suit.

I’m fucked, is all Phil can think.

Because Dan is awfully fit for someone stuffed bodily into a green morph suit. Even the way the hood squashes his curls down and out over his forehead is kind of adorable

Come along (ao3) - ottertrashpalace

Summary: In medieval England, a young knight rides north, sent to serve at the court of the quiet young Duke of Lancaster

It Hits Different (ao3) - danisnotinteresting

Summary: I really have no summary for now, just read the tags please

knight of wands (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Some days are just boring.

(And some aren't.)

life happens, coffee helps (and so do you) (ao3) - halfofacrackedbluesky

Summary: Dan makes friends with the barista at the local coffee shop.

Like a Bowl of Oranges (ao3) - cloej88

Summary: Dan has built a solid career for himself as a ghostwriter. He safely hides behind other people’s words, crafting their tales and pocketing the cash without any threat of notoriety. But lately he has been working on a book of his own, itching for a change.

Phil is an indie filmmaker who happened into some huge breaks over the last few years. He wants to use his influence to uplift queer stories for the screen, so he puts out an open call for story submissions. At his agent’s behest, Dan submits his story.

The writer!Dan and director!Phil friends/co-workers to lovers AU that we never knew we needed.

shapes and weights to choose (ao3) - queerofcups

Summary: Getting to interview Phil, Phil Lester, feels like the kind of recognition he's been working towards for years and Dan doesn't know how to handle it.

Dan's a sex toy blogger, Phil's a nearly-retired porn star. They fall in love, eventually.

The Clock Keeps Ticking (ao3) - tellsfromhale

Summary: Dan has spent over a decade growing comfortable with himself. Finally, he can live his truth, and he can do it with Phil at his side. For the first time, he's excited about what the future holds.

Then, one day, he finds himself suddenly back inside his childhood bedroom a decade in the past, and getting to that future with Phil becomes a lot more difficult.

Two Man Team (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: This is the story of two struggling friends who after many trials and tribulations find their way back to each other and build the life they've always dreamed of.

Or how Phil changed his life by talking to random strangers on the internet.

Undercover (ao3) - phansauce97

Summary: After recovering from tragedy, Phil does his best to get back on his feet. He still had his mom, his brother, his friends, and a good future to look forward to. So, continuing to put one foot in front of the other, he pushes on.

Things turn upside down though when a new student arrives at school one day; tall, mysterious, and wearing all black.

"Dan Howell," or Agent Ten, as he's known, is a master assassin and secret agent. His mission? Go undercover to befriend, study, and ultimately - kill Phil Lester.

Yet despite his best efforts, this mission ends up being much more challenging than Dan would have previously expected, especially when he begins to fall hopelessly in love with his target.

You’re my new dream (ao3) - danniepanic

Summary: phan but based on tangled. Phil is the lost prince and Dan is the thief. it will not be 100% tangled for example Phil does not have magic long hair, but powers! not everything will be based on tangled, just the story itself is inspired by it.