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obeiii-mee · 4 years

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So, I finally finished part 2 for the original ask. I’ve had a bit of trouble with writing the twins because I think this would affect them particularly bad. I hope you enjoy all this angst, cuz I sure as hell didn’t im fucking sobbing alright?

Pt. 1

Enjoy!

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The Brothers Reacting to MC sacrificing themselves to bring Lilith back, Part 2:

Satan:

-Satan felt like the stupidest demon in DevilDom. He was supposed to be the intellectual, the logical one, the one with more than a few spare brain cells to work with. And yet he never twigged there was anything going on with you. The signs were all there. You had asked him for very specific book recommendations for the past few weeks, about the Celestial Realm and the full power of souls. He even let you borrow some from his own collection without giving it a second thought!

-In hindsight, your goal was very obvious but at the time, he hadn’t even stopped for a second to consider it. It just didn’t seem like something you would be capable of doing. But you did. Of course you did. You were the most driven human he had even met. You managed to live for a full year with seven of the most dangerous demons in hell and make pacts with them no less, so anything is fair game when it comes to you.

-Lucifer and Lilith found him in the library, like usual, reading what seemed to be a very graphic book on different wars that took place in the human realm over the centuries. What can I say, the man wanted to know more human history for your sake. He was one of the few brothers who hadn’t even noticed you were missing and never thought anything was amiss. Sure, he missed your presence but the cynical fourth born isn’t exactly paranoid.

-Now, if it was Lucifer alone that had come to check up on him, Satan would have been very tempted to just ignore him. But obviously he noticed a slightly smaller, less threatening figure next to him and he forced himself to look up from his book. Lowkey hoping it was you because he often complained his brothers got to spend way too much time with you. Satan and Lilith technically never met, face to face. However, I like to think that since Satan was born out of Lucifer’s wrath, he has a small connection with his memories and therefore Lilith. After all, Satan was the only one that never participated in the war or actually fell down as angel.

-He never met her before. Yet he immediately recognised her as she came in. She had every trait you would expect an angel to have. Except she wasn’t an angel anymore of course. She was dead. Or at least supposed to be. Lucifer just stood in the doorway as she approached him. Lilith fidgeted in front of him as she tried to come up with the right words to introduce herself.

-“I’m really happy to actually-“

-She didn’t get to finish because Satan had embraced her almost immediately, almost like he was on auto mode and couldn’t help himself otherwise. She welcome the gesture, glad their first meeting wasn’t as awkward as she had predicted it would be. The eldest brother was watching, slightly in awe because, as far as he knew, the only person he had ever hugged before this was you.

-Of course, the spell had to be broken. Lucifer knew better than to step in and allowed his sister to explain. Satan was going to have a bad reaction nonetheless, but he might become even more aggressive if it was him delivering the news. Lilith never had to deal with this particular brother of hers or any of his fits but somehow, it was like she knew what to do.

- Their sister did her best to explain it to Satan as calmly as possible, as if that would make much of a difference. Satan remained oddly quiet throughout all of it, showing no reaction besides a neutral one. Lucifer found this strange. Yeah, his brother/son was usually the silent type, the sort of demon to think, not speak. But he expected some sort of emotion in there. Anything, really. Anger definitely. Maybe sorrow and misery. But not this.

-Lilith noticed the shaking before even Satan did. His body had just started convulsing on its own as he processed the idea of you laying there, unmoving and cold; dead. He involuntarily clenched his fists and he had to sit down before his legs gave over. Lucifer was still outright confused while Lilith struggled to soothe her brother. He hated feeling like this. All vulnerable and weak, like the skies of hell will fall on him and crush him. He was Satan for fuck’s sake. He was probably considered the most fearful creature in all of existence. He shouldn’t be feeling like this.

-But of course he did. You were always able to do that to him, bringing out that soft side of him he never knew he had. Or at least refused to acknowledge he had. The funny thing was, since you were the one being subjected to that side of his, he didn’t mind. Because you are MC, a literal ball of sunshine. Nothing him and his brothers deserved but you were still willing to spend time with them. The least they could have done was to protect you.

-They couldn’t even do that

-He couldn’t even do that

-Satan is even more retreated now than before, more hostile toward his own brothers and basically everyone else. He will snap at anyone for very minor reasons and lock himself up in the library even more than usual. Anything to get his mind off how much he must have disappointed you. It hurts too much to even hear your name being spoken. God forbid they choose another human to come down there as an exchange student because he will unleash all of his wrath on them on your behalf. How dare some lowly human try to replace you? He’s more prone to fits of anger now too. Long gone is his self control and calmness.

-The one person that understood him was dead. The one person he allowed himself to be close to and genuinely kind to was gone forever. Satan will never get over this. Or the fact that you were smiling so brightly before you died.

Asmo:

-He’s just so sick of it. So so so sick of it. So sick of watching everyone he cares about either die or get taken away from him. If he was a mortal he would have probably gone crazy. Maybe he already reached insanity and just didn’t realise it. After all, everyone has a breaking point, even demons. And once you go beyond that point, your whole world will shatter.

-To him, it seems almost impossible that just that morning he had seen you at breakfast, laughing along with his brothers and overall just being the intriguing, silly human you were. You were right there! Right in front of him, talking to him like it was any other day. And now he has to deal with the unbearable fact that he will never hear your voice again.

-Asmo was out, hanging out at the Fall as usual, when he realised he had missed several, frantic calls from Mammon, who at that point wasn’t aware that you were long dead.

-He brushed him off, initially, thinking his brother was just having another one of his melodramatic moments. So the fifth born went around Majolish, basically buying everything he could get his hands on to ignore the uneasiness creeping up on him. He could feel something bad was happening. He just didn’t know what.

-At this point, he was a bit unsettled which is very unlike him. He is pretty optimistic as a whole so seeing him so startled and on alert was a sort of disturbing sight to see. Lucifer called him after lunch and told him to come home. Normally, Asmo wouldn’t have taken his older brother’s words too seriously but hearing his strained voice on the other side of the phone forced him into action.

-He rushed home, faster then he had ever done before., because let’s be honest, he prefers being outside of the house more often than not. He searched for you everywhere, but you were nowhere to be found. However, he bumped into Lucifer and Lilith in the middle of the upstair’s corridor in his frantic search for you.

-Unlike his brothers, Asmo noticed Lilith immediately, way before he even acknowledged his brother. It was such a shock to him that he thought for sure that he was hallucinating, though things like that never happened to him beforehand. Asmo stopped breathing for what felt like centuries because he didn’t want to raise his expectations, he didn’t to be disappointed if Lilith truly wasn’t there and he was just making her up. He didn’t want to deal with the grief once again.

-However, Lilith remained exactly where she was and flashed him one of her brilliant, warm smiles that he had loved so much back in the Celestial Realm. That he, on more than one occasion, tried to copy because he wanted to have as much in common with Lilith as possible. He wasn’t imagining her and the moment he realised this, he threw himself at her, the worry of his hair being ruined long forgotten and now his only concern was that she would dissipate in thin air.

-Lilith did not yield and embraced her brother, she gave enough hugs today to last her a lifetime but she couldn’t be happier to see her beloved brothers again. It took every ounce of strength on Lilith’a part not to burst into tears from both joy and sorrow.

-Lucifer hated this. He hated having to cut in the happy moment and lay down the bad news. But he had do it. Because no one else would. He was the eldest. He was responsible for everyone. A sadist he may very well be, but it absolutely destroys him to see his brothers suffering from such extreme distress. He told Asmo everything as bluntly as he could, thinking that ripping the bandaid straight off would result in a better outcome.

-It did not.

-Mammon’s reaction to your death was expected, but Asmo’s took both Lilith and Lucifer by surprise. They didn’t expect him to be as emotional as he ended up being and both of them handled it awkwardly because the Avatar of Lust was usually such a confident and admirable creature, it felt weird to see him act in such a way. He fell to his knees in a moment of pure despair and cried enough tears to drown himself in them later. He sobbed for a long time and did not stop immediately, instead going through several stages of weeping, from hiccuping to panting and then back to crying. It was an endless cycle of sadness.

-Lilith half carried half dragged him to his bedroom, while her other brother watched, a bit mesmerised. Asmo usually loved having company and now that his sister was back, he 100% needed it but at the same time, he wished to remain alone for a while. It would be painful but he needed to gather his feelings in one place before he could even put together a conclusion on how he was feeling. So they both left and with the door closed, all the air seemed to suffocate him and drag him into endless despair.

-Asmo received a lot of damage from your death, changing his personality very abruptly. Compared to his brothers, his change in attitude is not so subtle and now he basically hates anything that reminds him of you. He no longer enjoys hanging out or clubbing at the Fall or even go shopping anymore unless it’s necessary because those were things he used to do with you! And now, they seemed so pointless he often wondered what was the point of actually doing it. The only sort of satisfaction he gets is being in your room because if he closes his eyes, just for a moment, he can pretend you’re still there with him, whispering words of comfort to him.

-Yes, he still has one night stands and tries to seduce people left and right but it’s a sort of distraction more than anything else. He doesn’t do it out of need anymore, but out of desperation to get you out of his head. He’s also been sneaking to the Human Realm a lot as of late, as if hoping to randomly bump into you up even though it’s not possible and he knows it. He’s just torturing himself further. Hopeless. Just hopeless.

-You made him feel so much more than just Lust. And now that he had you, even if it was for just a short amount of time, Asmo knew he would never feel that way to anyone ever again. He would never fall in love with anyone ever again.

-He knew the risks of getting attached to a human. He knew how much he would suffer in the end. After all, humans are mortals, they are not destined to live for long. And yet he went and did it anyway because you were too amazing to ignore. You gave him something he never realised he yearned for and you left before he could reciprocate.

The Twins:

-Neither Lilith nor Lucifer was surprised to find the two of them together, relaxing in the attic. It’s common knowledge at this point that the twins have a hard time being separated. And especially more so than before after the whole attic incident, which concluded with them refusing to leave each other’s side. Usually, you were with them too, of course, for good measure. Obviously, they weren’t able to find you anywhere like everyone else. Belphie got tired of searching and just suggested that they go upstairs and that eventually you’ll joking them.

-Lucifer was, understandably, extremely worried at how the twins would react to all of this. Just seeing their adored sister in the same room as them would be more than enough to cause them to malfunction. But if he let them know that you died mere hours ago? And for smuggling Lilith’s soul back into existence no less? It would be chaos. At least with his other brothers, their reactions he could more or less predict. But the twins were slightly different. Especially Belphie. You can never really tell what goes on inside his head.

-Beel noticed his sister before Belphie did. He was so taken aback, he tumbled backwards and off the bed, accidentally dragging his twin with him. It was quite a comical fall actually. Lilith would’ve laughed if it wasn’t for the circumstances. She missed them, of course. Truth is, she missed all of her brothers and their memories back in the Celestial Realm. It always hurt so much to think that she could see them but never really interact with any of them. Except through you since you were heir in a way.

-Beel was a mess, first of all. You can easily imagine the distress he was in at the sight of his little sister. His dead little sister. Dead because of him. It might’ve been centuries since Lilith fell from the heavens and got transformed into a human but he continued to carry that burden with him because how could he not? He should’ve been able to save both Lilith and Belphie even though, logistically speaking, it would’ve been impossible. He saw the despair in her eyes right before she disappeared below the clouds. That image had and will haunt him for the rest of his eternal days.

-He was on his knees before her in a split second, grabbing the hems of her sleeves and sobbing into them as if the whole of DevilDom was about to crash down on all of them. Beel was yelling incoherently, switching between begging for forgiveness and stuttering mid sentence, unable to get the rights words out. The whole mansion was filled with his distraught weeping and he just couldn’t stop.

-His sister knelt down and embraced him, almost awkwardly because of the position they were in, as she began crying as well. Out of exhaustion more than anything. She’s dealt with so many breakdowns in one day that she couldn’t handle holding her emotions in anymore. With the death of her descendant and the sorrow of her brothers, she wished from the bottom of her heart she had just stayed dead because everything would have turned out alright that way.

-Belphie was more cautious. He stood at the back of the room, watching as his sister hugged Beel and sort of held him in a way that would quieten him down. Careful. He casted Lucifer a glance, as if to ask “what the hell is going on?” before once again staring at the ridiculous sight before him. Usually, he wasn’t one to look to his eldest brother for help. There was some dangerous hatred he harboured for him deep in his heart after all. But he was so confused and conflicted, he couldn’t fight the urge to seek guidance from him.

-Lucifer didn’t know how long it had been since he last saw his youngest brother be that openly vulnerable. It felt like an eternity now, to be honest. He was like a rock hard, clamped sea shell since their fall as angels. He walked over to him and placed his hand on Belphie’s shoulder. For the first time in millenniums, his brother didn’t try to swat it away.

-“Lilith is back.”

-That was all he needed. Those three words. As soon as Lucifer finished his sentence, he ran straight into his siblings who were still crying on the floor. He almost bulldozed them over if it wasn’t for Beel’s strength. The youngest landed on top of them, almost starting to cry as well. Beel, seemingly tired himself out so much that he went a bit limp in Lilith’s arms, still gripping onto her for dear life as if she were on the verge of disappearing again.

-“MC is dead.”

-It was a horribly timed moment to drop that bomb in, to be fair. Lucifer tried saying it as casually as he could but he could hear his own voice crack and see his own hands tremble. His mind was focused but his body had betrayed him. The twins were so into the moment, so glad to see their sister after all this time, it was almost like they didn’t hear him. So he repeated the statement, this time in a more composed manner. Belphie immediately reacted. He got off his siblings and straightened his back, glaring at Lucifer in shock from the other side of the room. Beel stayed where he was, but craned his neck to gawk at Lucifer, who was standing solemnly, waiting for the predicted chaos. Lilith closed her eyes and winced.

-Beel was in outright denial which was surprising. He wouldn’t, or rather refused, to accept that you could be dead. I mean, the idea itself was propestrous, right? You’ve almost died once and you managed to outdo death. Or more accurately, your future self did. You could do it again, couldn’t you? Just the image of you laying dead somewhere was enough to send him in panic and another, this time almost silent, meltdown. He seized fistfuls of his hair and pulled, as a method of escaping the pain that came with the thoughts of you and death being correlated in any way. If Lilith’s death wasn’t enough to push him over the edge, this sure as hell was. Could demons go insane? Probably. Beel certainly felt like he was. Even with Lilith there comforting him, he had the impression he couldn’t stand or even look up from the floor.

-Belphie didn’t make a move to aid his brother or help his sister. He stood, teeth gritted and jaw clenched, staring at his oldest brother with an odd gleam in his eyes. For a few moments, he was motionless. Then, he turned on his heel and marched out of the attic, slamming the door behind him so hard that the whole room shook. Lucifer didn’t try to stop him. It would be meaningless anyway. He wouldn’t listen to him. And his sister was still occupied with Beel, who kept mumbling with tears trailing down his cheeks about everything being his fault and not being there when he should have.

-The twins did not even go through the same stages of mourning their brothers did. Beel was dealing with the grief of someone incredibly close to him by eating even more than he normally would, causing his siblings quite a bit of concern. But they couldn’t argue much. He was the epitome of gluttony in the end. Belphie didn’t change much in terms of his daily activities. He slept as much as he could during the day. And at night, he stargazed as he always did. But more bitterly than usual, despising the fact that he wasn’t going to enjoy another starry night with you ever again. He didn’t blame you for dying. He was angry you left and to do something so stupid as bringing Lilith back in return for your lost soul. He was angry you couldn’t be selfish for once and let yourself be happy with them.

-He was angry at Mammon too. He learned he was supposed to be with you earlier that day. He wasn’t. And now the two aren’t speaking. For some reason, he is slightly upset with Lucifer too but that is only because he was the one who delivered the sad news. But most of all, he was very furious with himself. Because he promised that he would never let anything happen to you again after the whole choking incident. He swore on his honour as a demon to protect you and he couldn’t.

-Don’t tell him they’re bringing another exchange student in. He will kill them. He 100% will kill them. He doesn’t want to replace you. And neither does Beel. He would probably eat the new student within a few minutes. But it would take a while until all of that is sorted out. After all, even Diavolo himself is bound to be mourning in his own way. Not like you were meant to know, but you were definitely the favourite child exchange student.

-It wasn’t fair you had to leave. It wasn’t fair that you didn’t even get to say goodbye. It wasn’t fair that the three of you couldn’t spend more time together. Beel won’t be able to ever taste your cooking again and Belphie won’t have anyone to cuddle with in the morning and be generally lazy with. And again, they had even more of a reason to curse their father for ruining the one good thing that’s happened to them since their glory days as angels.

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-The 7 brothers will continue to grieve your death for the rest of eternity, be assured. Their sister just as much of course. And at some point, the whole of DevilDom had to in a way as the prince himself wasn’t his usual, peppy self. At least Lilith’s presence had a calming effect on them but not one that could compare to the trauma of knowing you were truly gone. They would wait and with time, there will be healing.

-Except time doesn’t heal anyone’s wounds. It just teaches them how to deal with the pain.

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This took so much longer than planned, Jesus Christ! I guess I was really unhappy with it at some point and gave up, then sort of rewrote it which took a while. And now it’s done! I’m sort of proud on how it turned out. A bit cliche but I feel like it created the right atmosphere. Also, the last quote above is a favourite of mine that I thought would be a good idea to add in.

The twins are joined because I thought it would not only save time but also make more sense since the two are together almost all the time. Hope no one is upset I didn’t do the twins separately, it would’ve taken even longer then!

To add, 1,080 followers???? Wtf, I haven’t even posted anything in a while, thank you so much! You’re all too nice istg.

@doggonudez asked me to tag them in this post, so I hope this actually works lmao.

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secretlittlerandezvous · 4 years

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Explanations - Matthew Tkachuk

Summary: Y/n is an actress and the press likes to share rumors about her. One day Matthew sees pictures of her, and some other guy and he decides that making her jealous is the best way to deal with things.

Note: Requested by my love and written with love for my @star-gazing-game 💘

Words: 2150

Nothing was going right. Ever since Matthew woke up in the morning troubles seemed to follow him everywhere. He spilled hot coffee all over himself, burned his hand while preparing his breakfast, forgot his hockey gear on the way to the ice rink and when he returned home for it, he got stuck in traffic. Y/n was coming home after a few weeks of living in New York and he was strangely nervous about it though he had no reason to worry. Things were great between them; he was crazy for her and it seemed like she was crazy for him as well. But he felt like he needed to do something special to welcome her home but didn’t know what. She didn’t even like surprises.

When he returned home, this time hopefully for good he decided it’d be for his best to just sit down and watch tv and do nothing. He wasn’t the type to sit around and be lazy but from time to time he needed a break and he certainly deserved some rest after the morning’s events.

“Actress Y/n L/n was spotted out and about in New York and it sparked some exciting news,” Matthew immediately turned up the volume of the tv when he heard his girlfriend’s name and with excitement watched the news. “Y/n was spotted with her co-worker and they seemed to be pretty close. The actress hinted a relationship a few weeks ago and ever since then, the fans wanted to know who the lucky and mysterious guy was. Well, they look pretty good together what do you think guys?”

Matthew stared at the screen in shock, the color drained from his face, he had trouble breathing and he felt heartbreaking pain as he scanned the pictures carefully. There she was, Y/n, his girlfriend and her co-worker happily walking around the streets of New York, hand in hand and smiling widely at each other. In one picture it seemed like he leaned down to kiss her cheek but to protect himself Matthew decided the guy probably just whispered something into her ear. Matthew was doing his best to stay calm and not to panic, surely there was an explanation to this situation, and he wanted to believe they were just close friends and nothing more. But the harder he tried the more doubts and questions came to his mind and after a while he found himself questioning every moment from their meeting to this crushing moment.

Y/n and Matthew met almost four months ago during a Christmas event in Calgary, a common friend introduced them, and they hit it off right away. It wasn’t love at first sight, but they found each other familiar as if they met before. They shared common interests and the same opinions on dozens of different things, he made her feel safe and calm which was new for her because whenever she was seeing someone she became a nervous wreck and she could never relax and she made Matthew laugh like no other girl before. Matthew asked Y/n to be his girlfriend just two weeks after they met, and she jumped around his neck and kissed him hundreds of times before she said yes. Quite nervously she then asked Matthew if they could keep their relationship private for a while. Y/n wanted the media to focus on her new movies and not on her love life and she was worried that once the media would found out about it they would do their absolute best to dig up some dirt on both of them. Matthew understood her reasons and he agreed. Y/n was relieved he was so understanding, and Matthew was glad because he himself wanted to keep it lowkey to avoid unnecessary drama.

But now he saw things in a completely different light. What if he was just a distraction, a replacement, and someone to have fun with when she was in Canada and her real boyfriend was waiting for her in the states? What if she wanted to keep their relationship a secret so she could have fun with anyone without being caught? He wanted to call her and confront her, send her the pictures, and ask for an explanation and at the same time, he wanted to pretend she didn’t exist and forget about her.

That evening Matthew decided to have a good time. If she could hang out with other men, he certainly could do the same. It was Friday, they had no game and the boys gladly accepted his invitation to go to a club. He had various reasons to go there. The main one was to make Y/n jealous. He knew there was a high chance of pictures and videos of him having fun with other girls would appear across social media. Another reason was to drown his sorrows in alcohol and another one was to have at least a little bit of fun that day. The music was sensual and loud, the club was crowded to the absolute maximum and as soon as the girls found out he was a hockey player they were all over him. Exactly what he needed.

Especially one girl caught his eyes. A girl with golden skin that glowed in the neon lights, her brown curly hair framed her face nicely and her eyes were full of lust and she shamelessly flirted with him and hinted a few times she was available if he was interested. With each sip of his drink, he got closer to her until she was pressed against his body completely and they danced like one person. He liked it and to his horror, he enjoyed every move, every touch, and every smile she gave him. She was tempting him, and he had a hard time resisting her. And maybe because she noticed something was holding him back or maybe she was just tired of waiting she grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulled him down closer to her, and eagerly kissed him. He didn’t kiss her back at first, but she didn’t stop, and he soon wrapped his hands around her neck and kissed her back.

“Finally,” she murmured against his mouth with a satisfied smile and continued kissing him until he pulled away and took a few steps back. “What?”

“Sorry. I’m sorry this was a mistake.” He hoped she would forgive him because he didn’t like it when someone was angry at him, but it was too late. She was already angry and mostly disappointed she wasn’t going home with him.

Matthew said goodbye to the boys, called a taxi, and wanted to get home as fast as possible. He couldn’t wait to go to bed and forget about the whole day. The next day Y/n would arrive, she would explain the pictures to him, and they would continue in their relationship as if nothing happened.

The following morning Y/n arrived in Calgary, called, and texted Matthew a million times but he wasn’t responding. The plan was to go to his apartment immediately but after she learned about his last night’s affair, she wasn’t sure she wanted to see him. The curiosity however won, and she decided to go to his place and demand a reasonable explanation for his actions. Her whole body hurt, her hands were shaking, and she had a hard time holding the tears back. Y/n was on the plane, on her way to Calgary when she opened Snapchat and saw stories from one of his teammates. At first, she laughed at Matt’s silly dance moves, but the smile quickly disappeared when she saw the video of Matthew and some girl dancing body on body. Y/n was willing to forgive him for the dancing, but it was the heated kiss she couldn’t ignore. The kiss that broke her heart.

“Y/n?” Matthew was surprised when he opened the door and found her standing there. Sad and tired. He himself just woke up, his head hurt badly and the regrets of last night were taking over him slowly but surely. “Oh my - I’m sorry I completely forgot. Come in.”

She didn’t even look at him and with doubts entered his apartment. The welcome was cold. Y/n imagined there would be music playing, a breakfast waiting for her, and most importantly she couldn’t wait to see his open arms and hug him. “Care to explain this?” She said loudly with all seriousness and showed Matthew the video of him and the girl.

Matthew’s face got even paler, he felt sicker than before and he couldn’t believe he did it last night. But then he remembered the reason he did it and decided to fight back because he wasn’t going to let her yell at him when she wasn’t innocent. “I’ll explain it but first you should explain this me this?” He said and reached for his phone and showed her the pictures that haunted him. “Maybe this is the real reason you wanted to keep our relationship a secret?”

“Oh god,” Y/n laughed. “Seriously? And you believe this? We did a movie together for God’s sake! These pictures are from a scene, the last scene we shot. The paparazzi sold them to the media as hot news, as if they caught us in real life which is utter bullshit!”

“Really?” He asked but it was more from the relief that she most likely wasn’t cheating on him.

“Yes, yes really!” She yelled. “I can’t believe you believed it! And that you thought I would do this to you! And you didn’t even have the guts to ask me about it.”

“Y/n, baby I’m sorry alright? I am. I panicked, I was jealous, and I acted like a complete asshole.” He admitted. “I wanted to make you jealous, but I never meant to take it this far I swear. I pulled away from her because I quickly realized it was a mistake and I rushed home.”

She was angry and hurt but too tired and very happy to be finally with him that she couldn’t help but forgave him almost right away. Y/n knew him, she knew he acted foolishly whenever something bothered him, and she could tell he truly regretted it.

“Alright,” she nodded and then rested her head on his chest, wrapped her hands tightly around him, and looked at him with love and no anger. Y/n wasn’t going to lose him, especially not because of some rumors and the press or because of some random girl in a club.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered once again and kissed her forehead. His hand found hers and they intertwined their fingers and squeezed them tightly.

He kissed her once more this time on her lips, just a gentle and loving kiss before he pulled her into his lap so she sat on him and he pressed his head against her shoulder, hiding in the corner of her neck and shoulder and pressing gently kissed on her soft skin. Y/n let out a deep breath and released all emotions at once and she finally relaxed and threw all her problems away. His heart was beating faster, and she felt butterflies in her stomach and they both felt relieved to be finally in each other’s arms. Y/n could never hold a grudge against someone for too long, but she knew Matthew didn’t deserve such quick forgiveness. But what was he supposed to do? She was too happy to be with him and she understood his feelings but he still should’ve asked her instead of chasing girls at a club to make her jealous. Matthew sensed the confusion and he was ready to do whatever it would take to deserve the forgiveness.

“What can I do baby?” He whispered.

Y/n shook her head in response because she didn’t have enough strength to talk. Matthew stroked her hair and held her close to him worried she would leave him.

“I promise I didn’t want to take it this far,” he started explaining. “I wanted to have some fun, but this was not supposed to happen.”

“I know,” she whispered and smiled at him.

“You’re the most precious person I know, and I hate that I did this to you,” he said with a hope she would melt under his words. “And I’ll make it up to you I promise.”

His hand then cupped her face, stroked the soft skin of her cheek making her look him in the eyes so she would know he was being honest and in the next moment he leaned closer and kissed her. Y/n truly melted under his words and mostly under his touch and she decided that all the love she felt for him was stronger than her hurt ego and she could always deal with it later. But that day she allowed herself to be happy and to enjoy being back with her loving boyfriend.

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collection l njm (part one)

Na Jaemin, star quarterback and infamous fuckboy, likes to collect girls. It’s a well-known fact - yet every girl swoons over and crushes on him. Well, everyone except you; yet you’re the one he’s longing the most for to add to his collection. But are you sure that’s the only thing he wants to do to you?

part one/?

pairing: reader x jaemin, reader x jeno

characters: fuckboy!jaemin, brother!donghyuck, football players!nct dream, hina, koeun and possibly other former smrookies

genre: fluff, suggestive themes, smut in the next part, college!au

word count: 6.5k

warnings: swearwords, mentions of sex & lowkey bullying (nothing major)

note: aaaah sorry for being so slow with the hogwarts!aus, and part 2 of the royal wedding, and the ways to say “i love you” requests... i’ve been working on this and requests on @softseongminnie instead... anyways i hope you like this one! feel free to leave any comments or feedback, and i hope you all have a great day! also uhhhh i had some problems w making this appear in the tags yesterday when i was supposed to post it so sorry for the delay!!

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You put your spare key into the hole of Donghyuck’s door, turning it around hastily and practically throwing yourself inside.

“LEE DONGHYUCK!” you yelled, not even bothering to close the door behind you first. He was sitting, as usual, in front of his television with a game console in his hand. And, of course, his best friend Jaemin was sitting next to him. “I can't believe you!”

“What?” he mumbled, his eyes not leaving the screen and his mind obviously not focusing on you.

“You broke up with Hina,” you spat, the disgust in your voice not easy to mistake. “On a Monday after school. Over a text message!”

“So?”

“Pause the fucking game this exact moment, Na Jaemin.” Even though he was a tough guy, and usually wasn’t afraid of anything, Jaemin understood that you were furious and that this whole situation would explode if he didn’t obey. Your brother finally turned his head and looked at you where you were now standing a few feet away from them. “You dated for what, five months? You can’t just break up like that after such a long relationship. She's wrecked, I'm telling you.”

“She was boring, what was I supposed to do?” Jaemin snickered from next to him and you sighed.

“You realized as late as after five months that she’s boring?”

Donghyuck shook his head. “No, I knew it all along.”

“Then why-”

“Because the sex was good,” he hummed, earning a yooo and a high-five from Jaemin.

“You’re both disgusting,” you muttered before walking over to his desk, pulling out the chair and sitting down on it. You took up a takeout menu from the pile of papers lying in front of you, and you were about to ask them if they wanted some Chinese when Donghyuck cut you off again.

“You’re just grumpy because you haven’t had good sex in a while.”

Your jaw dropped as he unpaused the game and they started playing again. “And why’s that, do you think? Couldn’t be because you make sure no one in your team even looks at me.”

“They wouldn’t have sex with you anyway, a sister of a brother is like their own sister-”

But now, it was Donghyuck’s time to be interrupted. By Jaemin. “I wouldn’t mind banging you, though.” A wide smirk was spread on his lips, but he was instantly kicked off the couch he was sitting on by the other boy.

“You are not having sex with my sister just to have another girl to collect, you idiot,” Donghyuck huffed and Jaemin stood up, massaging his butt that he had fallen on before sitting down again.

Pretty much everyone called Jaemin a fuckboy. It was well-known across campus that he “collected” girls - almost every weekend morning new girls were leaving his room in the frat house in yesterday’s clothes. No one got more than one night with him, yet everyone wanted him. Except for you. Almost the entire cheer team was swooning over him at all times; how could they not? He was tall, handsome, the quarterback and MVP of the football team - and according to many, the best sex of your life. But none of this mattered to you. Jaemin had from the day that you two met acted like you were just another girl who was head over heels for him, who he could toy around with. You tried your best to dismiss him and show him that you didn’t care about him at all - yet he always kept trying.

“So if I’m doing her for something more long-lasting than just my collection, it’s okay?” he asked, and Donghyuck was about to answer when you cut in.

“Don’t I have a say in this?”

“No,” they both said at the same time and you shook your head.

“Besides, I’m not letting you date my little sister, we’ve been over this a thousand times...”

“I’m only a few minutes younger, get over yourself.” You sighed when you could tell than Donghyuck was grinning and stood up, taking the menu with you. “So I take that as you two don’t want takeout?”

“Get me a number 23,” Donghyuck said, and you snorted as if to tell him that he had forgotten the magic word. “Please.”

“Should’ve thought about the fact that you're so lazy that you need your sister to get you dinner before you acted like an ass, hm?” You shuffled over to the door, opening it. “You’ll only get it if when I come back, you’ve gone to Hina's room and apologized to her.” You left the room through the front door, but before you closed it behind you, you could hear Jaemin’s voice again.

“Number 11 with tofu! Thank you!”

Despite his constant (failed) effortless tries to flirt with you, you and Jaemin were actually pretty good friends. A best friend of your brother had always become a friend to you, and Jaemin was no exception. The two of you would bicker over anything and everything, and nobody could stop you from calling each other rude names. Whenever your practices were at the same time, you’d be spending half the time sticking out your tongue at him, but during games you were always the biggest fan of him (and Donghyuck, who was a wide receiver on the team).

You weren’t denying that Jaemin was extremely attractive, and you weren’t denying that it was tempting to give in to him. But you had decided that you weren’t going to for two reasons. The first was your extreme hate of his view on girls; you weren’t just going to be treated like an item, someone to just have sex with. And the second reason was that there were probably a bunch of guys out there who’d take care of you and love you without viewing you as an object. And to confirm that, you had actually found someone who seemed to really care about you.

Lee Jeno had transferred to your school only a few months ago, having gotten in on a football scholarship just like so many others on the NCT Narwhals football team. He played running back and since he was new in the team, you assumed he didn’t know about your brother’s stupid ban on dating you. And you didn’t tell him, either, as it would put him in a tough position. You hadn’t gone especially far, but you had been going on a few dates that you had kept secret to make sure Donghyuck didn’t find out. Because as much as you wanted to hold Jeno’s hand in public and kiss him in front of your friends, you knew that Donghyuck was extremely overprotective of you as he’d scared away many of your boyfriends before - and you knew he’d do it again.

So the following evening when your cheerleading practice was at the same time as the football practice, you made a great effort trying to focus on your own training instead of looking over at the boys. And every time you let your mind and eyes slip, you had to force yourself to keep a straight face and hold back a blush because Jeno kept winking and smirking at you.

What you didn’t see, though, was that Jaemin had noticed the rookie’s lack of focus and how his eyes fluttered back and forth between the two teams’ practices. It didn’t take him long to figure out that Jeno was so interested in your practice because of a girl.

After the practice had ended, Jaemin was about to leave with Donghyuck to hit the gym, but spotted Jeno leaning against the fence surrounding the field, looking over at the cheer team wrapping up. He jogged over.

“Hey, fresh meat!” he shouted, making Jeno turn and look at him with a questioning but slightly happy look. When Jaemin arrived, he leaned against the fence too. “Checking someone out?”

Jeno shrugged. “I guess. Or, more like, waiting for,” he said.

“Can I ask who?” Jaemin grinned and crashed his shoulder into the other boy’s playfully. “If it’s Koeun, you should know she’s very tough to handle even though she looks sweet. Hina is a good fuck, but I should warn you that she kind of has this on-and-off-thing with Donghyuck. And-“

Jeno interrupted him. “Actually, she wants to keep things secret for a while we’re getting used to each other." He paused for a moment. "But let me tell you, it's going slooowlyy..."

Jaemin chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully. “Booriiing,” he hollered, making Jeno laugh.

“I agree, bro. I mean, if we’re being honest, I think we’re going a bit too slow,” he muttered. “Not that I can tell her that, of course. Might have to get a plan B going in the meantime, if you get what I’m saying.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Jaemin opened his mouth a little in shock. Ever since the first time he had seen Jeno, he had thought that the new boy looked so innocent and sweet; not as rough or “fuckboy”-like as he himself and some of the other boys on the team. So it surprised him to hear those kinds of words from Jeno’s mouth.

Jaemin patted his shoulder, standing up properly again and shooting a glance behind him where he could see Donghyuck waiting impatiently for him. “If you need any help with that, let me know. I have some connections.”

“Thanks, bro,” Jeno said, giving Jaemin a bro-hug before leaning back onto the fence and letting Jaemin strut off.

Jeno didn’t have to wait long until it was your turn to walk up to him (after making sure there were no other boys in sight, of course). You greeted him with a quick hug, both of you chatting about your practices for a while before you questioned him on the main reason you had gone up to him.

“What were you talking to Jaemin about?” you asked.

“He just...” His eyes wandered over the field as he tried to make something up. “He invited me to a party on Friday. Do you want to come too?”

You shrugged. ”If it’s at their frat house then no, thanks.”

Jeno frowned slightly. “Why’s that?”

You checked the time on your phone, and as you had forgotten that your coach had been late today (and then forced you all finish late), it was later than you had anticipated. “Can we maybe talk about this in like an hour? I need to proofread my paper on the Cold War until tomorrow and I also need to take a shower, and-“

“Mr. Kim’s class? American history?” he asked, interrupting you. You nodded. “I can read it and give you notes if you’d like? I sent in that paper last week and got full marks.”

And just over thirty minutes later, you opened the door to your dorm to find Jeno standing there freshly showered, just like you were. He snickered when his eyes caught the oversized t-shirt hanging past your pyjama shorts, and as it was actually Donghyuck’s shirt and you still hadn’t told Jeno he was your brother, you didn’t say anything but only pulled him inside the room. You pushed him down to sit by your desk, the document for your essay opened on your laptop and ready to be beta-read. You mumbled a quick “don’t judge” before pressing your lips to his cheek and running off to your stove to make some tea.

Just as you had poured two cups full to the brim with some earl gray, there was a knock on your door. You put the kettle back on the stove before going over to the door, peeping through the little hole before opening to see who it was.

It was Jaemin.

You opened the door but only a big enough that you could stick your face out through the hole. “Yes?”

“Donghyuck sent me here to ask you-“ He stopped mid-sentence. “Why aren’t you opening the door?”

“What do you mean? It’s open,” you uttered, opening it only a few centimeters more than before, still not enough for him to look inside the room. You couldn’t have him see the boy who was currently sitting by your desk, it would ruin everything because he would definitely tell your brother and then Jeno would be bullied. You knew so, because they had done it before to the boys before you’d done as little as study with.

“Are you hiding something?” he questioned. “Is it a boy? Oh, I know someone who’d love to hear about this!”

“Go away,” you told him through your gritted teeth.

Jaemin, however, didn’t seem to find this situation as serious as you were. He was grinning brightly. “At least tell me who it is, will you? Is it someone from the team?” Your eyebrows knotted in frustration, and you considered just slamming the door into his face. Then, what seemed like a funny idea came into his mind. “Is it that new guy? Jeno?”

Your jaw dropped. How’d he guess it right? Instantly after realizing your absurd give-away, you tried to cover it up by adapting the same expression as earlier and trying to come up with something witty to say. “No, I’m-“

“Is it really Jeno?” Your expression wasn’t the only one that had changed. Jaemin wasn’t grinning anymore. He looked shocked too. In one swift motion, he grabbed a hold of your wrist, pulling you out through the door and pulling it closed behind you. “You can’t date him, he-“

You curt him off. “Yeah? And why’s that?” you spat. “I’m fucking tired of Donghyuck thinking he can determine the entire outcome of my life. I’m going to do what I want to do, no matter what he says.”

Jaemin shook his head, his eyes scanning the corridor around you to make sure nobody was near enough to hear either of you. “It’s not about him. It’s about Jeno. You...” His voice trailed away as he tried to find words. He couldn’t just straight up tell you what he’d heard today - that Jeno was even considering going to someone else while he was seeing you - it really didn’t feel like his place. And he didn’t think you’d believe him anyway. “You can’t trust him.”

“Fuck, Jaemin, I actually thought you’d grow up over these years. But I guess not.” He looked at you, confusion prominent in his face. “You’re just jealous, huh? You’re mad someone else is giving me attention for once. You know what? I’m tired of you always talking about me like I belong to you or something. Like I’m only here for you to have sex with. Surprise! Not every girl on this campus wants to suck your dick.”

You felt almost out of breath after your rant. But it felt so good. Finally, you’d said all those things you’d been thinking for an eternity. It was like a weight was lifted off your chest.

“So, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go inside to a person who actually cares about me.” You opened your door, squeezing yourself in through the opening and just as you were about to close it, Jaemin stuck his foot in through the hole, keeping it opened.

“I promise you, he’s up to no good,” he breathed. But you only shook your head, giving his foot a slight kick to make it move, and closing the door fully. And you didn’t forget to lock it, just in case.

The days went by and you didn’t speak a single word to Jaemin. What had been on about, anyway? Was he really that obsessed with you that even seeing you studying with someone else made him so upset? You couldn’t help wondering if he was so intent on having sex with every girl on campus that he would actually get jealous over one of them dating someone who wasn't Na Jaemin.

At lunch every day or in your shared classes, the two of you sat quiet, only speaking if spoken to, with frowns upon both of your faces. Donghyuck had noticed instantly, but it took until lunch break on Thursday before he said anything.

“Why are you two so quiet?” he questioned in a mocking tone with his mouth full of rice, pointing his chopsticks towards the two of you who were seated at the opposite sides of the table. “Are you fighting or something?”

You threw a glare over at Jaemin, who seemingly did the same to you, before rolling your eyes and looking down at your food again.

“You’re seriously not going to tell me? Sis, what-“

You had to control yourself not to slam your fists onto the table. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself down, you stood up and grabbed your tray, looking back at Jaemin. “Go ahead and tell him if you’d like,” you started. “Then everyone can know how obsessed you are with me.” As you turned around to leave, you could hear him huff loudly but Donghyuck stayed quiet, which he usually wouldn’t be unless he had been confused. And that you assumed he would continue being, because you thought that no threats in the world from him would be able to make Jaemin admit that he was just jealous.

The day after, you decided it would be better to skip lunch than have to face Jaemin again. Besides, you had some maths homework due on Monday that you felt like you should work on, so the library felt like a good option compared to the cafeteria. But after only studying for a few minutes, your phone beeped. It was a text from Jeno.

jenooo <3 : where are you?

You quickly typed out a message telling him that you were at your usual table in the library, before putting away your phone and trying to focus on your work again. This time, it took a bit longer until you were interrupted again - but it wasn’t by your phone. It was because someone was walking up to the table.

When you looked up, you saw Jeno’s sweet eye-smile shining down on you. “You didn’t answer my text,” he started before putting down a brown paper bag on the table. “so I got you a sandwich.”

You smiled, opening the bag and pulling it out. “Thank you,” you hummed at him.

He pulled out a chair on the opposite side of the table and sat down. “I noticed that you weren’t sitting at your usual table,” he said and you nodded slowly. “Why?”

You hadn't told him about your "talk" with Jaemin. And you still hadn't told him that Donghyuck was your brother, which you had been planning to do after he read your essay; you had just been too caught up in the moment and too angry to say anything.

“I had a fight with Jaemin,” you mumbled as you unwrapped the sandwich. “He’s just jealous of you.”

Jeno frowned and you took a bite. “He knows about us?” You shrugged.

“Well, he saw us together once so I guess he understood.” You took another bite, chewing it down quickly. “He’s not jealous jealous, he just wants to fuck me. And since I’m not letting that happen, he’s taking it out on you. Only in his mind, of course.” You glanced at him. “Or, I hope?”

Jeno chuckled and shook his head, smiling. “No, he hasn’t said anything to me. Thanks for the warning, though.”

You knew Jaemin wouldn’t physically hurt someone only from jealousy. You knew he wasn’t like that. As cocky as he may act, he wouldn’t hurt a fly without a proper reason. Though, you were a bit scared he would take out his anger in another way. And you would soon realize that you hadn't been too wrong to think he would do something to get revenge on Jeno.

Friday nights were for football, and today was no exception. The team was up against one of the bottom teams in the league, so everyone was quite relaxed and sure it would be an easy game. You and the girls in the cheer team had just greeted the audience and were shaking your pompoms at them when the game started, and the NCT Narwhals got possession of the ball. Jaemin, as the quarterback, started off the match with two beautiful passes to Donghyuck, making the team move down the field by a great bit. From their formation, you could tell that their next play was going to be a running play - which meant that Jaemin would toss the ball to Jeno who would try to run as far as possible. You watched intently, hoping for everyone’s best that it would be successful; but it wasn’t. The pass, which was only a few meters in distance, didn’t make it to Jeno’s hands. It was too short, making Jeno having to stop in his tracks to pick up the ball from the ground and therefor lose distance.

You knew it wasn’t Jeno’s fault. It could’ve been an honest mistake, but you weren’t so sure about that. To you, it had seemed like Jaemin hadn’t even tried. You shook it off, trying to tell yourself that it wouldn’t happen again. But then, a few plays later, Jaemin threw another pass to Jeno that was too short. The audience roared, as the team now was in a very tough position with a lot of distance left and only one down left. Luckily, the team was known to be bold - so even though the risk was high, and it was only at the beginning of the game, Jaemin decided to pass to Donghyuck, and the pass laid in your brother’s hands just a few moments later. It was almost as if Jaemin was like a light switch; one second he was playing without a flaw, and the next he was playing with only flaws. And he showed that irregularity the very next play when he was supposed to hand the ball over to Jeno, but instead only dropped it to the ground, not making a single effort to pick it up again. As Jeno had already picked up speed in the direction past the ball, he had no chance of turning around and getting the ball. Especially since the opponents had already grabbed it from their feet, running towards the endzone to score.

By now, you were furious. It was clear he was doing it on purpose. And he kept on doing it. You could hear yells from the bleachers and whispers from your teammates about how bad Jeno was playing and how he should be substituted. You thought that they obviously had no idea how the game worked, but you luckily did, so you knew who was actually to blame.

At the end of the game, when Jaemin nonchalantly missed his hand-over to Jeno at the last play of the game, making them miss the last chance to score and take back the lead that Jaemin had lost them, he had crossed the line.

When both teams were on their way to their changing rooms, you spotted Jaemin walking alongside Renjun, a defensive player - and they both looked way more satisfied than the rest of the team combined. There was a subtle smile on Jaemin’s lips; one that certainly wasn’t appropriate for what had just happened. You dropped your pompoms right in your spot and hurried over to him before he could make it off the field.

“You idiot,” you spat, pushing his chest with your hands to make him stop. “You guys just fucking lost to them!”

Jaemin chuckled. “It’s not my fault your loverboy can’t catch a ball,” he breathed.

You couldn’t control your impulses - your hand slapped across his face before you could even react. But you didn’t regret it. He held up a hand to cover his cheek, feeling the skin where you had slapped him. He looked as if he was in pain but trying to cover it up by grinning. “You think I’m stupid? I haven’t missed a single game Donghyuck has played ever since he started, so don’t think you can trick me into thinking that Jeno is the one to blame when I know the game well enough to see that it was you.”

Jaemin shook his head, looking past you to where Donghyuck was walking nearer, wondering what all the commotion was about. “I’ve told you, he’s not as good as you think.”

You had an urge to slap him again, but you held back, taking a deep breath. “And I always thought you had at least a bit of good in you, but I guess we're both wrong.”

You turned on your heel and rushed off, almost knocking into your confused brother but quickly sidestepping him. You ignored his calls of your name and questions of why you were so angry - was that really so obvious? - and continued back to your dorm room again.

Behind your back, Jaemin had finally dropped his hand from his throbbing cheek and rolled his eyes at the way you were storming away. “Your sister sure knows how to throw a punch, huh?” he muttered. “Did you teach her that?”

“Watch out before I punch you too.”

The only person you talked to before bed that night was Jeno. Or, maybe not talk - what you did was send him a text message, apologizing for how Jaemin had acted right before putting your phone away to try not to think about the situation more. You had gone to bed with one of your favorite tv shows playing on the television screen in the room, trying to block out all thoughts of Jaemin, Donghyuck, and Jeno. It had worked while you were awake, though you hadn’t exactly gotten a good night's sleep - you had been dreaming several nightmares that you couldn't recall the plot of, but what you could remember was that they were about Jeno and Jaemin.

When there was a knock on your door, you were pulled out of your sleep. Yelling a quick “coming!” in the direction of the door, you got out of bed and pulled on a t-shit and a pair of pyjama pants. Making your way towards the door, you combed through your hair with your fingers, hoping to help fix your appearance a bit - but it wasn’t necessary, as the one standing on the other side of the door was Hina.

“Oh, hey,” you said, inviting her inside. “What’s up?”

“I don’t know, I just need to take my mind off some things, distract myself,” she huffed, taking a seat by your desk.

“Perfect,” you started, taking off the shirt you’d put on hastily (muttering to yourself something about how dirty it was and how you needed to do some laundry soon), instead putting on a clean one and changing your pants to a pair of jeans. “so do I!” You smiled at her.

“You want to catch some lunch, then?”

“Already?” You frowned, looking up at the clock on your wall. You instantly took back what you said, as it was nearing two in the afternoon.

“You must’ve had a good night's sleep?” Hina hummed, spinning a few times on the chair.

“I wish,” you muttered, checking yourself out in the mirror next to the door, making sure you looked alright to go out. Then, you grabbed your phone and opened it for the first time since last night, and out of all of the notifications you’d gotten, there were four that stood out. Four texts from Jeno; one from just about three hours ago, three from yesterday. You started off by reading the old ones.

jenooo <3 : it’s all fine! it’s not your fault. it’s all on him, you don’t need to defend him. the coach knows jaemin was the bad player, though not why, so he isn’t mad at me.

jenooo <3 : do you want to meet up now? i didn't see you after the game when i went to the bleachers, i thought you’d stay with your friends as usual

jenooo <3 : welp, you not answering me either means that you’re ignoring me or that you’ve already gone to bed. hoping for the latter. sleep well :)

Then, your eyes landed on the last one.

jenooo <3 : in case it makes you feel any better, i just saw one of the girls from your team leave his room

It did make you feel a bit better. You hoped it meant that Jaemin had moved on, at least a little - even if you yourself were happy with Jeno, you didn’t want a jealous boy run after you. Especially if said boy was more than happy to go great lengths to make sure Jeno was unhappy.

Though, you were a bit confused as to how Jeno could know that. He didn’t live in the frat house, he lived on campus like any regular student.

Shaking the thought out of your head, you turned back to Hina. “Chinese?”

You two went to the little Chinese restaurant right next to campus, and thankfully it was almost empty so the two of you could talk without worrying that someone would eavesdrop (except for the staff, but you wondered how interested they were in your gossip anyway). You told her all about Jeno and Jaemin, and Hina told you all about how Donghyuck had come to apologize to her, saying that he had joked and didn’t really want to break up with her (to which you made a mental note to kick him the next time you saw him).

You loved the food at the restaurant, but another reason you went there was the fortune cookies you could get for free after the meal. So, naturally, both of you reached into the bowl on the counter after paying to grab a cookie each. You cracked your cookie open right in the middle, put a piece of it in your mouth before reading the paper that had been inside of it out loud.

“You will realize that you’ve taken the wrong side of an argument and your enemy will become your friend.” You snorted. “No way, Jaemin is a dick.”

Hina read hers out loud too. “Don’t give out your trust too easily. What’s that even supposed to mean?” She scoffed, as you picked up another cookie from the bowl, thinking that you deserved another shot as the first one was completely ridiculous.

“Hey, I got the same one!” you exclaimed and you both laughed it off as you exited the restaurant.

“You’re coming tonight, aren’t you?” Hina asked, shivering slightly from the cold wind blowing over her body in contrast to the heat from inside the restaurant. “To the party at their frat house? I heard Jeno will be there.”

You shook your head. “I already told him I wouldn’t come,” you said.

“Then make it a surprise for him!” she squealed. “It’ll be really cute, because he will be sitting there all alone and thinking about you and then - there you are!” You chuckled at her excitement, but thought to yourself that she was right. It could be fun to surprise him - and besides, you hadn’t been to a party in a while now, so maybe it was about time to let loose. And some alcohol in your system most likely wouldn't make it harder for you to forget about Jaemin.

So just a few hours later, you left your room wearing a cute white blouse tucked into a pair of jean shorts with Hina, making your way towards the frat house. Upon entering, the smell of liquor combined with too strong perfumes and cheap cologne crashed over you, though you weren't surprised. You had been to a fair share of college parties in your days, even before you started college yourself; since Donghyuck often was invited to parties because he was a player (and apparently they were invited to all parties, no matter the age), he dragged you along since he said he needed company to make him seem less lonely. But he always made you swear you wouldn’t tell anyone you were siblings and that he was bribing you with cookies...

Speaking of Donghyuck, he was one of the first people you spotted when you entered the big lounge. He was sitting next to Jaemin (of course) in a couch to your left, the both of them seemingly happily engrossed in a conversation - until Jaemin’s eyes accidentally landed on you. His grin turned into a frown and he looked away instantly. You rolled your eyes mentally but smiled as you waved goodbye to Hina who was making her way to your brother, telling you to “go find him!”.

You continued your journey through the house, looking around in several different rooms that were all filled with drunk students making out or fighting - but Jeno was nowhere to be seen. You found it strange, but then you realized that he might just not have arrived yet. You decided to make your way back to the lounge to find someone else to talk to, even if it was your brother and Hina because you had a feeling Jaemin would stay quiet as he had these last few days. You took a shortcut through the kitchen, but something caught your eyes before you left. You found Jeno, but not like you wanted to see him.

You almost didn’t recognize that it was him at first where he was standing by the wall, since his face was being covered by another girl’s face. Her lips on his, Jeno’s eyes closed in satisfaction and his hands on her hips, keeping her close.

You couldn’t believe your eyes at first, but as you took a few steps closer and sure enough, it was really him. As if he could sense your presence, his eyes flung open and after searching the room, they flew to you. He pushed the girl away and took a few steps towards you. “I- I can explain-“

You shook your head and cut him off. “No,” you spat. “Don’t come near me. Ever again.” As of that, you turned around and made your way towards the exit.

Tears were threatening to fall from your eyes any second now, but you forced them back, not wanting anyone here to see you as weak. You had trusted Jeno. You believed he wasn’t like any other boy. But it seemed like he was.

As you had been too focused on not crying, you hadn’t been aware of your surroundings. You accidentally bumped into someone, stumbling a little backwards before apologizing quietly and trying to move past the person. But that someone grabbed your wrist, holding you back. Looking up, you could see who it was through your tear-stained eyes. Jaemin.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and at first you froze, not sure what to answer. You had been fighting with him for days now, but... he had been the one to tell you to stay away from Jeno.

So even if it hurt your pride, you didn’t pull away. You shook your head, and as he saw the lonely tears dragging their way down your cheeks, he felt his heart breaking a bit. He pulled on your arm, dragging you along with him to a room at the end of the corridor you had been standing in, the room you recognized as his own from the times you had hung out in there with him and Donghyuck. As you walked inside, he closed the door behind you and was just about to walk over to his bedside lamp to turn it on when-

You threw your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. You completely let go, no longer holding back your feelings. The tears that you had pressed back were now falling down your face rapidly. And if Jaemin’s heart didn’t break earlier, it sure did now.

He pulled his arms around you too, holding you close to him as you put your face into the soft material of his hoodie by his shoulder, letting it get wet from soaking up all of your tears. But he didn’t mind. One of his hands drew circles on your back, hoping to calm you down, as he started mumbling to you along the lines of “I’m here” and “you’ll be okay”.

As you finally calmed down a bit, you pulled away from him, wiping away the last of your tears on the back of your hand. Jaemin’s voice was low as he spoke. “What happened?”

“Jeno,” you sighed. “He- I saw him with another girl.”

He remained silent.

“Are you going to go all I told you so on me now?” you huffed, looking down on the floor.

“No, why would I?” he asked. You shrugged, shutting your eyes when you felt tears coming near again. “I’m sorry, really. I know how much you liked him and wanted it to work.” You didn’t know what to say, so you just sighed again. “A few days ago, he told me that he was seeing someone. And he said that he thought she was taking things too slow, so he was going to find someone else to have on the side.” You looked up at him. “I didn’t know he meant you at first, but when I found out you were seeing him, I told you to stay away but-“ He cut himself off, dragging a hand through his hair as his eyes wandered over the room. “I should’ve told you the truth right away. I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “No, I’m the one who should be sorry,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “I should’ve listened to you.”

“I heard him talk shit about me to Renjun this morning, but the only reason he was even here in the house was that he had slept on the couch with some cheerleader in his arms.” You gasped. That’s why he’d known about Jaemin when he texted you earlier today? “That guy isn't good. Bad luck that it was him you got involved with.”

There was another moment of silence, but a comfortable one. You felt good. Sure, you were angry at Jeno, but you weren’t angry at Jaemin anymore; and frankly, that was more important.

“So... are we good?”

You nodded, and were about to stand up to go and get out of the room when you had an impulse you couldn’t control. And before you could think, you leaned forward and pushed your lips onto his.

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hollyhomburg · 4 years

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(reposted au- because i deleted it on accident)

(a special thanks to @atulipandarose without who i would literally be lost without <3 seriously you're a lifesaver)

I have this little idea in my head where like hybrids are allowed to come into work with their owners. New company policy and at first Jungkook is like great! Awesome! He can bring you (a cute tiger hybrid or something like that) into work and you’ll just sit and play on your computer or your phone while Jungkook spends the day coding sometimes you’ll lean your head on his lap and just purr- all and all like his favorite way to work honestly you’re his favorite person.

And then things change when the coworkers who he’s had a crush on forever starts to pop by his office more to see you and Namjoon’s always been so self-assured with miles of dimples and honey skin that Jungkook daydreams about kissing

and his partner hoseok, jungkooks boss, is only worse for jungkooks concentration. He’s always being quietly dominant over Jungkook, pulling out his chair for him at meetings or bringing him a cup of coffee in the mornings in exchange for his hard work.

Both men have take sort of an interest in you, petting you and complementing the dress that Jungkook picked out for you today, and of course, you know about jungkooks crushes and send him a shameless smirk as you whine and scent mark them much to their chagrin and jungkooks expense- blush lighting all the way from his collar to his hairline.

you’re always rushing over yourself saying things like “oh you have to come to lunch with us! There is this awesome ramen place across the street That Jungkookie loves” and of course Jungkook just blushes when Namjoon and hoseok turn their eyes on him and say “of course we would love to if you don’t mind kookie” Namjoon teases while hoseok gives his partner a wink

and Jungkook pulling on your tail and hissing at you while the two man gather their coats to leave “why are you meddling baby?” And you just giving him a feline grin and saying “just getting you that date you’ve been wanting for the last 2 years kookie”

and of course like, maybe hoseok and namjoon have a hybrid of their own- maybe panther Jimin who growls the first time he meets you and goes full on possessive because you’re his mate and now he won’t let you out of his sight and won’t let you leave their apartment, and maybe Jungkook is all blushy and shy and namjoon and hoseok really don’t know what to do because like honestly Jimin isn’t like this normally and he’s not even close to his rut like at all, but because of that he sleeps over at hoseok and Namjoon’s penthouse and like- their relationship buds from there or something.

Okay slight addendum to this that was triggered by a comment from @kamen-tenshi!!

What if I stead of a tiger hybrid the reader is a house cat hybrid or even like a teacup variety like extra small and fluffy and cute and Jungkook found her when they were young and mad his parents adopt her and has always called her ‘catcat’ since he was small. And it’s kind of a cutesy nickname he has for her, when they cuddle at night when they kiss sleepy and drowsy in the morning's hands itching under clothes so that they can get even closer. Her tail twines around his wrist and she calls him ‘bunbun’ all the time.

And then maybe Namjoon and hoseok pick up on this and tease him about it too, but they just can’t resist how he always blushes whoever they call him bunbun too even though they’re kind of starting to date like imagine they’re all shy at first kinda spoiling both you and Jungkook.

And maybe like!!! What if we through tiger taehyung into this too, and say that like Namjoon and hoseok have grown to like expensive things and that means their hybrids, who are both bespoke exotic breeds, are both reflections of that as well as both being dominant alpha hybrids who are as possessive of their masters as their master are of them, though there is a fair amount of love in their relationship as well like- oh, sometimes when hoseok gets stressed out he’ll just get attacked by grooming tongues determined to get all the yucky smell of anxiety off of him and namjoon will just smile and set about making hot chocolate for the four of them and they’ll cuddle on the couch together until Hoseok starts to feel and look more like his in control self.

Of course it was because of their two hybrids that hoseok and namjoon made the new policy for a hybrid friendly work place, because while Jimin does have a fairly lucrative job working as a model for a luxury brand that has a special line for hybrids, taehyung doesn’t have the most enriching life and wants to come by more and see what they do when they leave the hybrids at home all day.

And at first- neither tae or Jimin go in to visit the company because like Jimin is suddenly busy with a photo shoot during the day but when they come home they’re both kind of curious because- what is that strange super sweet smell coating their humans necks? And why does it make both of their tails stand on end and goosebumps erupt on their forearms and tempt them to lick and bite wheerever you happen to have rubbed your sweet scent on that day. Like they might recognize jungkooks scent a little (kind of like oranges and cream- like a cream ice pop) but yours in just- intoxicating and might trigger a rut in both of them the verry first time they both smell it in hoseok and namjoon.

Both hoseok and namjoon put two and two togeather and reach the conclusion that your first irl meeting will probably be notable at least if their hybrids are already going crazy for just your scent- because seeing you irl is 100 times more sweet and they know that- Namjoon can’t resist giving you pets or scooping you up in a hug when he sees you by jungkooks desk, and hoseok is always stopping by for just a chirpy purr in delight from you, your head suddenly shooting up from jungkooks lap before you get up to greet hoseok on you tippy toes to rub a cheek against his neck. And he’ll just chuckle and run a hand though your hair while he asks Jungkook how the project is going, used to the way that cat hybrids both big and small greet people they like.

when Jimin and tae finally meet you it’s just after dinnner when the four of you come back to hoseok and Namjoon’s apartment a little tipsy Jimin and taehyung just pounce- literally on you. And the humans are kind of shocked and too drunk to handle it- and it’s not like Jungkook didn’t know that Jimin and taehyung didn’t exist like- he’s seen pictures and everything. But this, both of them cageing you in their tails swishing back and forth and both of them growling when you take a step back- your ears pinned back against your head- is exactly the opposite of what he’s expecting and all you have to do is whimper before Jungkook gets you out of there while hoseok snares both of their hybrids by the collar when they try to follow and namjoon apologizes profusely.

And of course, Jimin and taehyung are suddenly very interested in coming into work with Namjoon and hoseok, but they know enough to have Namjoon surpervise a lunch visit where you can all be formally introduced.

It progresses from careful sniffs to purrs as each of you get better reads on your scents as Namjoon and Jungkook enjoy an intimate lunch on the roof of the company, their hands brushing over the top of the table and both of them giggling as jimin moves his chair so he can sit closer to you and get one of your hands in both of his and Taehyung continues nuzzling his nose acros your neck until he gets to your ears and nibbles and both Jungkook and namjoon have enough sense to chide “be gentle tae” before they look at each other in suprise, blush, and giggle.

There are other moments where Namjoon mentions a vintage store and coffee shop that Jungkook is curious about, and takes you and Jungkook on a spontaneous not date- date where you and taehyung fall asleep in the window of the shop while Namjoon and jungkook sit closer than they should and Jungkook listens to Namjoon talk about his obscure interest in old fashion love letters his heart beating so rapidly as He recited his favorite at jungkooks urging and finds himself enraptured.

Later, Jungkook startled apart from him when hoseok stops by to meet them after a late board meeting. And you blush when hoseok stops to press a kiss to taehyungs forehead and then yours, Jimin cuddling up to your side before he even takes his jacket off to a suprised squeek as both the tiger and the panther start to lavish you in their scent (a process that they repeat on Jungkook when your two groups part later on)

And Jungkook dosent want to assume anything at first but then Namjoon and hoseok treat both you and Jungkook to like a spa day (because hoseok lowkey loves being pampered- and like he’s loaded because he owns the game development company that Jungkook works for as well as runs it) and he says “really just come with us, we have enough vouchers because Namjoon and I go like every week- it will be fun”

but like Jungkook has looked up the prices and they’re like- expensive af, but he lets Namjoon and hoseok take the two of you and Jungkook has to admit that it’s super lovely to see you all comefey and well cared for getting your nails done while another woman rubs a softening treatment into your ears. He watches Namjoon air next to you getting a facial, take a video of your purring for both of the larger cats that wait at home (who are both firmly against being wet for any prolonged period of time) but will enjoy the videos and squeal over their Mate being happy when he sends it to them.

“haha you know if you keep doing things like this for us you know where going to take it the wrong way right?” And jungkooks bashful and joking and looking down and he glances over, and all of a sudden hoseok is all infront of him and they’re both in like those robes you put on for the sauna and suddenly Jungkook realizes how undone hoseoks has gotten and hoseok has a hand on either side of jungkooks head and is leaning in close murmuring into jungkooks was

“what if we where trying to romance you? Trying to spoil you for as long as you let us,” hoseoks lips brush against jungkooks neck with his words and it feels almost as sensitive as it does every time you scent mark him but almost more...forbidden. “What would you say to that jungkookie? If we wanted to make both of you ours? Would you let us?” And Jungkook is bright red before hoseok pulls away and tells him to think it over.

Jungkook of course has to talk it over with you first but really, why wouldn’t you say yes?

adding a little bit to this! based off of an ask i got a few days ago, I got to thinking about like, Jimin and Tae and Hoseok and Joon bringing Jungkook and the reader to some fancy meet and greet for Jimin’s hybrid modeling line. Joon and hobi buy you a beautiful dress and a matching-ish tux for Jungkook and end up complementing both of you enough you tuck your face into Jungkooks shoulder and Jungkook just kinda- melts.

And some like fancy snow leopard hybrid who Jimin has modeled with before in the past drops a snide comment about the reader being too drab for him, like a housecat hybrid, with no pedigree and a mixed breed. a hybrid whose obviously not worthy of the two golden boys one of which is the highest paid hybrid model in the industry and both of which have immaculate pedigrees. The slur of “mutt” carries a heavyweight.

And Taehyung and Jimin just like- go a little feral and defensive, with a loud rippling growl and sudden gnashing of teeth, putting themselves in front of you before anyone has a chance to throw down some claws. The room goes still, and suddenly you crumple further under the weight of everyone's eyes, your tail wraps around your waist and you hide your face in Taehyungs wide shoulders.

The snow leopard hybrid’s owner is quick to step close and urge her to apologize to you, which you stutter and accept, much to the ire of Jimin’s and Taehyungs dark-eyed possessiveness. Before you know it you’re getting pulled to sit sideways in Taehyung’s lap his arms possessively wrapped around your waist, hand tightening on your hip and rubbing in a slow pull while jimin feeds you spoonfuls of creme Brule, both of them relaxing a little when you perk up a little, tail swishing, whining a little for more. you feel warm all over as Taehyung runs his hands up and over your arms and shoulders. especially since one hybrid feeding another hybrid is like- some sort of declaration that you will provide for them, one of those old fashion instinctual things that have long fallen out of fashion.

All the while, the humans get a little too drunk to be attentive to the drama that’s going on with their hybrids. Jungkook is all leaning into Namjoon’s shoulder and giggling while Hoseok’s hand tightens on his knee- and Jungkook will be all like- shocked because while the two men tend to be a little intense sometimes but they also make Jungkook laugh so much. There is never a moment that they’re not together where Jungkook isn’t smiling.

That night is probably like the first time he realizes just how happy Hoseok and Namjoon make him- but they’re not even like together yet. and it scares him really, how much he’s grown to depend on them- especially when maybe at the party Jungkook meets someone that used to be in his position- that both Namjoon and hoseok had dated before.

And maybe Jungkook starts to pull back- starts to worry about getting hurt like he has in the past, because Hoseok and Namjoon are together and they might not need Jungkook- there’s a nasty insecure voice inside of him planted there by people who didn’t treat Jungkook right that suspects he might just be a plaything for Hoseok and Namjoon- and it only takes a few days of Jungkook giving them wishy-washy responses and canceling on dinner once for Namjoon and hoseok to turn up in his apartment.

and when ask what’s wrong, plead with Jungkook to tell him what they did to set him off- what happened, he bursts into tears. and Jungkook feels like it might just be because he’s feeling like he’s coming down with a cold (has felt nauseous and headachey all day) or the fact that his computer crashed today at work and he lost a few days worth of coding. But all of a sudden it’s just too much and he holds out his arms for them.

and of course, Namjoon and hoseok spend the next few days taking care of Jungkook when he gets the flu, cooking him meals, and lying with him and stroking his back the few times he vomits. And it’s entirely unglamorous, Jungkook feels less than his best, and will no doubt look back on those days with no small amount of embarrassment. But they never stop looking at him with anything other than aching fondness and worry. And a few days later when you and Namjoon get sick as well, Jungkook and you go to stay at their apartment so that the hybrids and the humans can take care of both of you.

and maybe after that- you and Jungkook only go back to your apartment for one or two days a week- and move in with them.

(after a near death experience with this au i think i will turn it into something more lasting- maybe soon! idk! let me know what you think!

#namkookseok #vmin #vmin x reader #bts hybrid au #bts hybrid #bts fic

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imaginejamesandsirius · 4 years

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hiii, i don’t know if you’re doing requests still, but i’ll give this a shot in case. how about a jirius fic where they secretly like each other, and during a game of truth or dare, where their friends keep asking dirty truths (kinks etc) and then they dare them to kiss, then following that 7 minutes in heaven? with sirius lowkey giving james a lap dance and eventually smut? also i wouldn’t mine a ton of sirius on james’ lap makeouts because that’s ADORABLE

Truth or dare was the party game of choice in Gryffindor Tower, to no one's surprise. It always started out the same-- lots of dares. The more sloshed everyone got, the more they did truths because they-- or one person, at least-- couldn't reliably walk across the room without tripping.

It was the long way of saying that Sirius knew a lot about everyone's sexual preferences despite never being involved in any of their sex lives. For example, he had zero interest in Remus, and yet he knew that Moony had a daddy kink. He also knew that Marlene liked to be on top, and that her and Dorcas had been each other's first kiss. When was he ever going to need to know that? Absolutely never.

It did let him know a thing or two about what James liked, and he was a fan of that, for sure. James liked long hair and preferred men to women, even though he liked both. Sirius wanted to wave a hand in front of his best mate's face and say, "Hi, I'm right here!" but he figured that would be playing his hand a little too openly.

They'd reached the point of the night where they weren't even asking truth or dare anymore, they were just asking questions. "Sirius," Dorcas said, pointing at him with the hand that wasn't holding a butterbeer. "If you had to shag someone in this room, who would it be?"

He was tempted to say Lily just to freak her out, but this was a game of integrity and he wouldn't lie. Even though he was itching to see Lily's reaction. "Do I only get to pick one?" It would be a lot less weird for James if he got to pick more than one person.

"Pick one guy and one girl," Wormtail said, and Dorcas nodded vehemently.

"Yeah, that's good, pick one of each! That way, if you ever want to have a threesome, we know exactly who you'll pick?"

"That's your reason for asking?" James asked, face scrunched up like he thought that was weird as hell.

Sirius hummed, looking around. "I guess... Lily and James." He toasted the room with his own beer then took a sip.

"I can't believe you said Lily first," James said, shoving him. "I should be your first pick."

"You should? Why?"

"Because I'm much better looking, duh."

"Don't worry Potter," Lily said, looking slightly disturbed, "you can have all of him."

"Oof, be careful there, Lily. Don't make promises you can't keep," Sirius said.

"If I could give you to him, I would."

Sirius thought about that. A lot. Like Lily could wrap James up with a bow and hand him over to Sirius, and then he could do whatever he bloody wanted with him.

Of course, he didn't say anything about it because that was the way to madness, and he assumed that no one else remembered it or cared enough to think about it. The next time they played truth or dare proved that theory wrong.

Almost immediately, Sirius was dared to it on James's lap and stay there for the rest of the night-- or until a different dare moved one of the two of them from their position. It was weird that Mary cared that much, but Sirius didn't think too much about it until all of James's dares could be done while he stayed exactly where he was.

Even then, he wasn't suspicious until it came back around to him and Marlene dared him to kiss James. "And I mean really kiss him. I want tongue, none of this chaste kisses to the cheek rubbish."

"It disturbs me that you've already thought about exactly how you want this to go," Sirius joked, but he turned head and put a hand on the side of James's face. He was about to snog the love of his life in front of all their mates. No big deal. Don't panic under the pressure and the fact that everyone was looking at them.

He only had the chance to worry about James feeling awkward about it for a moment, because James was kissing him back just as fervently. James was as warm in his mouth as another shot of firewhiskey would've been, only more pleasant, somehow. The first swipe of his tongue against Sirius's bottom lip made his fingertips tingle.

He gripped James tighter and idly wished that he knew what James tasted like. All he could taste right now was the liquor they'd both been drinking. Or maybe it was only the liquor he'd been drinking himself that he could taste, which was worse, because then he had nothing about James to remember later. Except for the way he held onto Sirius's waist like a lifeline and leaned into his mouth. He got the feeling he'd remember that for a while.

Sirius didn't really know how long they were supposed to kiss-- all Marlene had said was 'with tongue' and 'not on the cheek'-- so he figured he'd just go until James stopped kissing him back. To his tipsy mind, it made perfect sense and wasn't suspicious in the slightest. He didn't think anything of it until they finally broke apart, and everyone was staring at them-- with the exception of Moony and Wormtail because the former was tracing something on his palm and the latter was attempting to peel the label off the bottle of wine he was holding.

The girls, at least, were all staring at them. Lily blinked. "Well damn. You know, there's a muggle party game called seven minutes in heaven, and I get the feeling you two would excel at it."

"Uh-huh," Sirius said dumbly. He wanted to say something funny-- or maybe ask what the game was, because the name didn't tell him very much-- so that they'd stop staring at them like that, but now that his attention wasn't on James's mouth, he was free to notice other things. Things that he could feel pressing against his arse because he was on James's lap, and it hadn't been there before. James was hard. Because of him. Because they'd kissed, and also probably because Sirius was on his lap. He licked his lips and moved his arm down so that it was hanging around James's shoulders. "Hey, Moons. Truth or dare."

"I dunno, are you going to make me snog someone?"

Sirius rolled his eyes and tried to pretend he wasn't effected by kissing James. He didn't think he was pretending very well, but he was just going to ignore it until he got so sloshed he wouldn't be able to tell whether or not people believed him. "No, you big baby."

"Then dare."

Sirius's mind had been rather effectively wiped from kissing James, so he cast his eyes around the room, hoping something would inspire him.

The rest of the night passed in something of a daze for Sirius. James got dared to take his shirt off a few rounds later, and Sirius had to pretend like he couldn't feel every single centimeter of James's bare skin under his arm-- because of course he put his arm back once the shirt was off. He didn't say anything to James about being turned on by their kiss, and he certainly didn't say anything about the fact that his erection didn't go away.

(He said 'the rest of the night' but honestly, it was more like ten minutes. Ten at the very most. He had to end his night in the game early because he couldn't bloody think.)

Sirius declared that he was done, but he couldn't get to his feet because he didn't want to expose James like that. There was only so long that his control would last however, and he'd officially past his limit.

James nodded and reached for his shirt. He had to lean back, and it was a touch awkward as he pulled his shirt back on, but it did stop Sirius from having to constantly catch himself from staring at his chest or the curve of his shoulder-- Sirius had never been particularly attracted to freckles before, but he almost couldn't tear his eyes away from the trail of freckles along the top of his shoulders.

"Well whatever, I still wanna drink," Remus said, snapping Sirius out of thinking about James's shoulders even though they were no longer bare to him.

"I'm with you," Marlene said, and Dorcas nodded.

"Yeah sure," Peter agreed, but Lily and Mary shook their heads and went up the stairs to their dormitory.

"C'mon," James muttered, giving Sirius a nudge to stand.

Sirius only hesitated for a second before getting to his feet-- if James thought he could hide his hard on or that no one would care, then that was his prerogative.

They stumbled up the stairs, and since James was behind him, he shut the door and leaned against. "Thanks for not saying anything. I know it was kinda-" He stopped talking because he couldn't finish his sentence with Sirius's mouth covering his own. He moaned, kissing Sirius back. Their fronts were pressed together, and Sirius was able to stop worrying about holding himself back. "What are you doing?" he whispered. He said it like he had to say it but didn't necessarily want the answer. What was obvious to Sirius though, was that James wanted to keep kissing him. Like the hard on and the moan and kissing him like that hadn't been enough of a clue for him.

"Finishing what we started," Sirius said, putting his hands under James's newly donned shirt to get his hands on skin again. It should be a crime that he'd ever had to take his hands off of him in the first place. If it hadn't been for where they were and their friends in the room, he probably wouldn't have.

"Can we finish it on a bed?" James asked with an eager-- and now relieved-- smirk. "The door's about as comfortable as it looks."

Sirius laughed, leaning back and pulling James with him. They would've been able to get to the bed a lot sooner if Sirius had been willing to let go of him, but he didn't want to take his hands off him, and his mouth was right there. No one on the planet would've had the willpower to step away from James with his eyes that intense and his lips parted and glistening. "You've got to get this bloody thing off," he said, tugging ineffectually on James's shirt.

"I will if you will," James said immediately.

Sirius pulled off his shirt, and James did the same. Kissing James while they were both shirtless was even better than before-- something he hadn't been sure was possible. Feeling all that warm skin and being able to claw at James's back in a bid to bring him closer was driving him wild because there wasn't a way of him being closer. He pushed James onto the bed and climbed back on his lap because, honestly, it was the best place he'd ever sat.

He rolled his hips and they both groaned, so he did it again. Again and again so that it was a constant fire in his veins.

James's hands went to his hips first, then slid around to grip his arse. Tentatively, at first, then more boldly when Sirius pushed back into it.

Sirius knew that he was going to come soon, and a part of him wanted to get a hand on James's prick just in case this was his only chance. But it felt too damn good to stop what he was doing, and he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks that meant he was really close, and he wouldn't have been able to stop right now for anything.

But then James stopped kissing him to suck on his neck and Sirius whined and- his hips jerked unsteadily, and for a moment, James kept moving like he had been when he suddenly tensed, biting down on his neck a little too hard.

Chest heaving, Sirius wondered if he could just fall face first into the pillow and go to sleep. His blood was still thrumming hot in his veins, but he knew that in a couple minutes, all he'd want was to wrap up in a blanket and get a solid ten hours of rest.

James rested his forehead against Sirius's shoulder, breathing just as hard. "Sorry I bit you that hard," he said.

Sirius giggled, unable to keep from feeling giddy-- a combination of having had an orgasm and the fact that it was James that had given it to him. "I'm sure I'll forgive you."

They sat like that for a little bit, just leaning against each other and catching their breath.

"Don't shag Lily," James said.

"O... kay?" Sirius said, completely thrown. "What are you on about?"

"I don't want you to shag Lily."

"Yeah, I heard you the first time. Why do you think I'd do that?"

"Well," James said, sounding discomfited, "last time we played truth or dare, you said that if you had to shag someone in the room, it would be me or Lily."

"It's a good thing you're cute because by Merlin, are you stupid," Sirius said. He tilted his head to the side so it was resting atop James's to take the sting out of his words. "I- sodding hell, mate. I'm not here because of some stupid dare or because we'd been drinking."

"Mm." He nuzzled a little closer. "Good."

#prongsfoot #marauders #james potter #sirius black #fanfic #lily evans #filled #no voldemort au #hogwarts time #getting together #siriuslystarbucks #Anonymous

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ohthatsviolet · 4 years

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Annual Tradition - Caustic’s Birthday Fic

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Summary: Caustic doesn't celebrate his birthday often but he does have one tradition for this day that he upholds every year - writing to his mother.

Link to Ao3 mirror will be in the RBs

It was just another day for Caustic as sat on the ship on the trip back from the arena. Today’s game had been quite successful and he had much to note down. Of course, he was aware it was his birthday today but he’d chosen to ignore that fact. He’d never enjoyed such celebrations and saw them as a tremendous waste of time. Last year, Natalie had convinced him to do something lowkey with her to mark the occasion which he didn’t hate as much as he thought he would. She hadn’t made him a similar offer this year considering their strained relationship of late. Which is why he was so surprised to see the young electrician standing before him when he finally looked up from his notes. “Miss Paquette?” he asked inquisitively, setting his notebook to the side. “Are you in need of something?” “Not from you, Doctor,” she replied firmly. “But I did remember it was your birthday, and since I haven’t noticed anyone else wishing you a pleasant day...I will.” Caustic never quite understood how or why Natalie was always graceful towards everyone, despite what she thought of them. He was about to thank her for her kind words until he heard the sound of stirring coming from the room next door and Octane’s masked face was suddenly peering around the corner at them. “Whoa! It’s your birthday, compadre?! What are you now? Like eighty?” Mirage’s head of curls soon followed, squinting over the speedster’s shoulder. “Wait...he can’t be that old. Right?”

Caustic was beginning to wish that Natalie hadn’t approached him at all, now that he had to listen to all of the half-hearted well wishes from his fellow Legends for the rest of the trip. It was a huge relief when he finally returned home and was able to have the peace and quiet he craved. He kicked his boots off near the front door, stored his game gear away in its storage unit and put the kettle on to boil to make himself some fresh tea. This was his usual post-game ritual but today was going to be slightly different. He eased himself into his office chair and tucked himself behind his desk, pulled out a clean sheet of paper and smoothed it out with worn hands before clicking his pen. He let out a deep sigh, preparing himself to begin the only tradition he’d kept for this day for the last decade; writing to her.

Greetings Mother,

I hope I trust you are keeping well.

I trust you are still engaging in your New Age nonsense. I, myself, am well as I write this annual correspondence. Since I last wrote, I have decreased my body fat by 2% and increased my muscle mass 3%. I have been preparing myself for this coming year. My greatest research is yet to be conducted. Soon...Once everything is in place.

Though, I suppose you would not care about that, would you? You would detest it, I’m sure. Always concerning yourself with your ignorant, hippie nonsense instead of scientific fact. Tell me, mother; those rosa rubiginosa that you were so fond of...have they perished as I warned you they would? How do your crystals and menial attempts to tempt fate through manifestation, keep away the pests? I jest-

If you had seen it...what I’ve created. I do not doubt that you would not see the beauty in it. I have been continuing to perfect my pesticide, using some of my own plants for testing. I have seen many pests have a vast range of different reactions after coming into contact with it. They may crumble or contort, but the result is always the same. If you had been more open minded to my ways I could have tended your garden with

Of course, human subjects share similarities when meeting their demise to a more concentrated variant. Observing...it never loses its luster. Perhaps, you might see it too if you happen to watch the Games some day. I hunch that you do tune in to watch that boy. If it brings you any comfort I do find him most obnoxious. Initially, he impressed me mildly Miss Paquette seems to find him

I must return to my work now. I have much to do and prepare. I am sure if this were under other circumstances, you would wish me to engage in frivolous birthday activities, like we once would like the other mindless simpletons I am forced to associate myself with here. Their attempts of camaraderie are all for nought. Though last year Miss Paquette insisted on preparing lunch for us both. It was not as insufferable as I I prefer my time in solitude, as you well know.

Regards, Your son, Alex.

Caustic leaned back in his chair, setting his pen down while his sterling-green eyes skimmed over the inked paper in front of him. He pushed himself away from his desk with some force, causing the wheels of his chair to squeak slightly on the flooring. He stood and made his way towards the bookcase across the room and stooped down to begin searching on the lowest shelf. He shoved some folders to the side, reaching towards the back to retrieve an old, battered folder made of mustard coloured cardboard. Caustic took it back to his desk and lay it flat before tucking the letter he’d written inside to rest amongst all the similar ones from previous years, that had gone unsent but unforgotten. He stood over it with his hands placed on his hips, until a heavy knocking on his door disturbed him.

Caustic grumbled to himself as he made his way to answer the door, huffing heavily when he found no-one on the other side. It’s not that he particularly wanted visitors but he didn’t take kindly to feeling like someone was trying to waste his time; probably Silva or Witt’s idea of an idiotic pratical joke. He was about to slam the door shut when something on the ground caught his eye - a small white box. Upon picking it up for inspection, Caustic discovered an envelope attached with a card inside.

“We don’t always see eye to eye but as long as you’re around, we’re bruddahs. Happy birthday. Here’s something to sweeten you up a little.”

He opened the box to find a scrumptious looking cream cake inside adorned with a variety of fresh fruits scattered over the top. Caustic peered around the hallway outside his home suspiciously for a moment before stepping back inside and closing the door. He held the box tightly in his hands. There may have been no sign of his not-so-mysterious gift-giver, but at least now he had something to go with his tea.

#apex legends #apex legends caustic #apex legends fanfic

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gamerwoo · 4 years

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Seventeen headcanon: Seventeen as mall workers

a/n: I’ve always lowkey wanted to do some sort of mall series but never actually had a solid plot so we gonna just do this instead. and Pentagon will be mentioned bc I wanna do one for them and I want them all to work in the same mall and no one can stop me 😤

Choi Seungcheol

currently works at GameStop

he quit his job at GNC a few months ago because he decided he hates working out

while he hates having to restock things or go into the back for stuff, he at least likes video games

definitely not the dude you want to end up yelling at on the phone

there have been so many times he’s had to give the phone off to Wonwoo or another co-worker because he would definitely lose his job

too high of a temper to work at GameStop tbh

but he knows what he’s talking about, so

has definitely recommended you games even before he worked in there

you’d just happen to be in there when he was and he’d notice you looking between two games and he’d tell you which one was better suited for you after asking what you normally play/what you like

now that he works there, he always puts in his two cents and will give you his discount on top of your own

Yoon Jeonghan

the current manager at Starbucks

he used to be the manager at American Eagle but he hated working there because retail sucks

unfortunately, the only other job he could snag was in -- you guessed it -- still retail

but at least he gets yelled at slightly less in Starbucks

and it’s probably only because he makes everyone else do things for him so he doesn’t have to

will take his sweet ass time making a drink

refuses to work the register

would rather stay off toward the back and make the drinks than deal with the people

always says he’s too busy to do things because he’s still training Yanan even though Yanan’s worked there longer than Jeonghan has

he’s also slightly salty at Yanan because he might be the better looking barista

one time he asked you if him or Yanan was cuter and you said him so he gave you your drink for free

refers to you as his “favorite customer”

Joshua Hong

works at Guitar Center

between him, Jihoon, and Jinho, he probably knows the least about instruments

pretty much only knows guitar things

but all he does is sit at the counter and play the guitar and sing

you are literally the only person who likes hearing him sing Sunday Morning

Jihoon told him to stop before he smashed the guitar over his head but you were in the store to kill time before your break ended and you said you were enjoying it

so Josh smirked and continued while Jihoon rolled his eyes

“’customer’s always right’ my ass...”

whenever you come in or he sees you walk by he’ll be like “got any requests?”

has offered to give you guitar lessons but you're always busy with work so you say “maybe another time”

but he continues to ask

Wen Junhui

works at the pet store downstairs

there hasn’t been a single time you’ve gone in there or walked past there and he wasn’t holding an animal in his arms

loves all the animals

also makes animal noises at the animals but it’s weird because he actually sounds like the animals

notices you come in to play with the animals during your break so now he always tries to get you to bring one home

“it’s not for the business, I just want them to find homes”

once got yelled at for actually getting in one of the puppy pens to play with them

Kwon Soonyoung

currently works at Hot Topic

the only reason being that store could not give less of a hell what goes on

he’s been fired from literally every other place at the mall

got fired from Starbucks for drinking too much coffee and shaking so badly all the time that he would spill drinks

fired from Build-A-Bear for exploding a bear with stuffing and making a child cry

fired from Bath & Body Works for dropping candles and spraying perfume in a customer’s mouth on accident

dropped and broke a guitar at Guitar Center

basically his last hope was Hot Topic but if Wooseok can work there and do absolutely nothing, Soonyoung was safe working there

he does attempt to do his job, it’s just that when it comes to basically existing, he’s bad at it

knocks things over, trips on things, is the loudest thing in the store

but he’s friendly and he does his job so who can complain

Jeon Wonwoo

the manager at GameStop

the youngest one working there but he’s in charge

usually the one to deal with the shitty customers but Wonwoo is thankfully good at containing his anger

well, at least until he hangs up the phone or the person is gone

goes in the back to yell about it to whoever is back there, even if they’re listening or not

Shinwon and Seungcheol give him a hard time for being the manager and always laugh and go “glad we’re not you!”

but he does love his job because he gets to work with video games

lowkey not very good with the girls who ask him for help though

gets blushy and can’t look them in the eyes

actually he’s really shy with people in general so tbh he’s always somewhat flustered

but he’s always feels happy when he helps someone find a new game or something so he likes his job

he’s usually the one who checks you out at the register and he’s the one who signed you up for a rewards card because you were in there so often

you don’t know this but before the rewards card, he would just give you his discount because you were literally always getting games or stuffed animals or pop figures from there

Lee Jihoon

the manager at Guitar Center

again, the youngest at his store, but the one in charge

his assistant manager, Jinho is slightly angry about it

but Jihoon knows everything about everything

any instrument you need fixed or need info on, he’s your guy

he comes off as very serious and not too friendly, but if you make him crack a smile, he suddenly seems super approachable

if he sees you having lunch at the food court when he’s on his break, he joins you sometimes

“you don’t give me a headache”

you assume that’s a compliment

some customers don’t take him seriously because they’re rude and assume he’s “a child”

but of course he schools their asses in his knowledge of instruments, so

sometimes his work is so satisfying lmao

Lee Seokmin

works at Bubble Bee

between him and Kino, it’s no wonder they get a lot of business

they’re both so cute and sweet and smiley

there was a short period of time where Soonyoung worked there and tbh those two were a mess

suddenly they only shared one braincell and poor Kino was stuck cleaning up their messes

but Seokmin and Kino work well together

not to mention Seok looks really adorable in the uniforms

always makes really good bubble tea

likes when the straw color matches the color of the drink though

you’ve never spoken to him much but he’s always smiling and cracking jokes and tbh you’re soft for him

Kim Mingyu

he was hired at GNC like, a month ago

he used to work at Starbucks but he got fired

because even though he made good coffee, the poor big idiot is clumsy as hell and kept spilling things and dropping things and knocking things over

Hongseok and Matthew knew him sorta so Matthew decided to hire him

he doesn’t really know what he’s doing but it’s fine

Hongseok’s training him while Matthew does most of the work since he’s manager

people started calling them the Big Tiddy Committee which you think is kinda funny

he’s usually in there when you go in to hang out with Hongseok and he’s really sweet

a lil dumb, but sweet

Xu Minghao

works at Lush

he originally planned to work at Sephora because he’s good with like, fashion and stuff

but he didn’t feel like dealing with that and Lush seemed less...annoying

he does seem kinda quiet and a little cold at first because he doesn’t really smile a whole lot except when politely greeting someone

but it’s easy to make him laugh

and he has a cute laugh and a really pretty smile

so when you first went in there to get a bath bomb and he asked if you needed help, you were really tempted to just say you were just looking

but you let him help and you got to talking and Minghao was really sweet

sometimes he has lunch with you, too because you just like talking to him

you found out he’s friends with Jun from the pet store and Yanan from Starbucks

it seems like a weird group of friends but hey, you also thought Minghao was a lot colder than he turned out to be

he always texts you when your favorite items are in stock and he may or may not use his discount and set them aside for you to pick up

“cash app me later it’s fine”

Boo Seungkwan

works at Sephora

he really wants to do makeovers but he’s not allowed to lmao

mostly just works the register and like lowkey judges everyone’s makeup

he will hype the hell out of you if he thinks you did something well

“your eyeliner is insanely sharp, oh my god”

“your eye shadow is beautiful!”

“that lipstick color looks so good with your skin tone”

has no frickin idea what to do with his discount because he doesn’t wear makeup

you once went in there and asked him for help and he just blinked at you and went “okay, let me find someone who knows what they’re doing”

at least he’s honest

Chwe Hansol

works at FYE

makes playlists to play at work in the store

literally just always vibing

the chillest worker in the entire mall tbh

one time he helped his manager, Hui make you a mixtape because you were looking for new music

so then he got interested and started talking to you as well about music

at this point, you’re going to befriend the whole store

looks like he doesn’t do much because he’s usually sitting at the counter and vibing

but he loves helping out customers and picking out music for them or fining things for them

he just loves to help out and talk about music

Lee Chan

works at American Eagle

when you see him in those jeans, you get it

he’s like a walking billboard because damn he looks r e a l n i c e

usually working the sales floor so folding and getting things from the back if someone can’t find a size

doesn’t work the register too often

so whenever you go in, he’s usually who greets you at the door with his beautiful smile

honestly he just looks like he should be working at that kind of store y’know? he fits

he doesn’t mind the job even though Jeonghan couldn’t stand it

despite that, he still is human and understand that shit is expensive

and since he recognizes you as a fellow mall worker, he sometimes goes up to the store you work at and let’s you know when they’re having special sales and stuff

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princesskokichi · 4 years

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kokichi’s birthday with is s/o

I PRAY YOU WERE READING FOR READING BECAUSE UHM 3K WORDS BABIIEE :D i got excited i’m so sorry

i found myself at 2k before i knew it and tried not to drag on for too long, but as you can see, that didn’t happen. so now there’s just this really long post about kokichi’s birthday and i’m kind of in love with it ngl

i don’t think i necessarily did the request either, i think i did a lot more omg i hope that’s alright with you kokichi simp anon

also he is slightly aged up here !! by three to five years at least.

his personality is a lot more chill here because he’s not in a killing game which stretches his lying habit to an extreme to keep him afloat in his lies

in this he’s just kind of a slightly rude mouthed tsundere boy ?? and i vibe heavily with older kokichi - mod kokichi

- his birthday this year was such a treat

- honest to god he will likely never forget this birthday for as long as he lives

- and the weirdest thing is that ??? not much even happened that day

- but at the same time it was like everything was happening

- you typically go all out on his birthday by planning elaborate surprises later in the afternoon to blow him away

- and it works every time

- but this birthday was a little different, and a lot more subtle

- he woke up with you right beside him in bed, sleeping peacefully with your arm lazily wrapped around his waist like you two normally slept

- you were so stunning, even when wearing his faded old tee from a band he used to like and your mouth slightly opened with a bit of drool

- he was tempted not to move because he knew you would halfway wake up

- and he just knew that once you woke up and remembered his birthday, you wouldn't be able to fall back asleep and would insist on waking up with him

- he did find it a little odd that you were asleep still though

- usually, when something exciting is happening, you have trouble falling asleep and become a very light sleeper

- so for you to be as deep asleep as you were, it was certainly uncommon

- even though it was his birthday and his inner child wanted the attention on him immediately, he let you sleep

- very VERY carefully, he slid off and away from the bed

- trying really hard to step lightly so the floorboards didn't creak under his feet

- he left you in the bed while he went to brush his teeth and start his morning doing whatever he wanted

- it wasn't often he had a morning to himself, since you usually woke up before him

- he really didn't know what to do without you to fill his morning with your horrible morning breath and low voice as you mumbled

- so he opted for walking around the house, inevitably going into the kitchen

- and then he saw it

- a very tiny but elaborately designed cake, with his birthday and name written in your handwriting when you tried to write fancily

- his heart swelled a little inside as he walked up to it and read the card you'd made for him out of really nice looking origami paper

- " happy birthday baby! i hope today is the best birthday ever. i don't have a lot planned, but i still want to make it super special for you. you deserve the entire world, and i know one day you'll get it because the king always gets what he wants ! i love you so much kokichi, and thank you for being my crazy perfect little boyfriend. -s / o "

- you'd drawn a chibi of him and you together snuggling on the side with flower crowns

- ah, flower crowns were something that you taught him how to make on your third date together

- he hugged the card to his chest, holding onto as if it were his lifeline

- he noticed a yellow sticky note hidden poorly behind the cake, picking it up

- " p.s. don't think i've forgotten about your gift ! you have to find it tho, its somewhere in this house. your hint is that we had our first kiss there. that was so hella awkward, wasn't it ? But to be honest, i couldn't stop thinking about it for days,, - s / o "

- he just stood there for a moment, trying to think about that day

- he had taken you to his apartment because you had tripped and hurt yourself at the park

- you looked just as beautiful back then as you did now,,

- you had teared up slightly because there was a lot of blood, even though the cut itself wasn't that bad

- after he had you bandaged up on the couch in the living room, you and him decided you would spend dinner together

- when it was time to leave, you sat on the couch, while he was joking around and standing on the table next to it so he could be tall

- he had warned you beforehand that if you didn't move, he was going to jump and kiss you

- you took his bluff and didn't budge

- he freefalled, letting gravity hit you with the reality that he wasn't lying

- yeah, right there on the couch while you were sitting, he kissed you for the first time

- out of shock, you had disconnected the kiss and leaned back, surprised and touching your bottom lip

- kokichi remembered being able to see the cogs in your head turning as you sat there and stared at him for longer than a minute

- and then you'd grabbed his jacket, pulling him close to you and reinitiating the kiss

- did your actions that night make god frown ?

- yeah, probably

- but, even now, when thinking about he couldn't help but get a little red in the face thinking about it

- you'd only ever been that bold a few times in this relationship

- and each time was because he either teased you relentlessly over stupid, romantic stuff

-or it was a new point in the relationship that you were more than ready to reach

- s / o : " ah, mornin' baby, how do you like ? "

you scratched the back of your head lazily, more than a little content to rest your head on his shoulder, no matter how far down you had to bend to reach it

- wrapping your arms around his torso, you smiled a little at the sticky note in his hand

- s / o : " i totally forgot i did that. "

- kokichi : " you've done a lot of lame things that sound like they come out of a bad romance movie, but this is probably one of the most cheesy things you've ever done. "

- s / o : " do you like it ? "

- kokichi : " yes. yes i do. but you're going to have to do better than this because i already figured out the first hint. "

- s / o : " what is it ? "

- kokichi : " the couch, duh. you had been so horny like woah close your legs we'd only been dating for about four months. "

- s / o : " i was horny for love, not sex. there's a difference. it wasn't my legs that i opened, it was my heart, dumdum. "

- kokichi : " PLEASE DON'T CALL ME DUMDUM YOU KNOW IT MAKES ME CRY - "

- you let go of him, laughing softly

- s / o : " once you find your present, i'll let you have a bite of cake. "

- kokichi : " a bite ? what's going to happen to the rest ? "

- s / o : " i baked it so it's mine, duhh. "

- you flicked his forehead, to which he lowkey cutely flinched back and put his hand over where you hit

- kokichi : " you're on my nerves today, you know that ? "

- s / o : " well, someone's gotta annoy the annoying one. "

- FUCK HE IS IN LOVE WITH YOU -

- kokichi : " i'm just going to finish this quickly so i ruin your plan of keeping me busy all day. "

- s / o : " since you're so smart, i dare you to try to find it in twenty minutes or less "

- you set a timer, and watched as he scrambled to find all of the clues to find the last hiding spot

- yeah, it would have been easier for him to just search the entire house, but then what's the fun if you can't play the game ?

- he decided to indulge you

- he was having fun lmao

- after he went to the couch, he found the sticky note that asked him where they got caught having a,, moment,,, by your parents

- " heyy, kokichi !! remember that time wE were making out and my parents walked in because they were visiting ? i hated it !! do you remember where that happened ? i do !! - s / o "

- against the refrigerator, of course

- he passed you in the kitchen

- you were sitting at the table, just watching him with such amusement

- s / o : " you're always throwing me for games. now i understand how it feels to be in your shoes. "

- kokichi : " oh haha, you suck at being me. "

- s / o : " do i ? then why is there only ten minutes left for you to find your gift ? "

- kokichi : " no way. "

- s / o : " yeah, seriously. you're horrible at this game. "

- kokichi ignored you, checking the refrigerator for another note

- didn't see a sticky note on the front, but the moment he opened it, a bright yellow sticky note glared at him

- " kokichi !! Do you remember when you gave me the promise rings ? it was such an out of character thing for you to do, i was wondering if there was something wrong with it at first and was hesitant to put it on. and now i sleep with it on. ahh, it feels like we're already married, doesn't it ? - s / o "

- kokichi looked back at you as you sipped on your morning drink

- s / o : " gosh, kokichi, i just wanna say that you are the cutest person in existence, so thank you for that. "

- kokichi : " uh-huh. now tell me where the next clue is. "

- s / o : " you're just so,, ugh ! i love how much of a snuggle bug you are. "

- kokichi : " you're not helping your case. i may just sit here and listen to you being cringy. "

- s / o : " do you think me telling the truth embarrasses me ? pitiful. "

- kokichi : " no wait go back to complimenting me. "

- s / o : " aaah, you're so cute !! and thoughtful in your own way. very unique too. the perfect mix of stupid and reasonable. "

- kokichi : " the compliments are starting to get really backhanded. "

- you both stood there for a second, staring at each other and giggling under your breath

- he leaned over quickly and kissed your cheek, escaping fast

- but not fast enough

- you caught him by the sleeve of his jacket and pulled him back into your space, kissing your boyfriend on the lips

- when he pulled away to breathe, he looked completely disheveled, and all he wanted now was to stay in your space

- s / o : " go on, find the gift. "

- kokichi : " no. "

- s / o : " then you'll just randomly find in in the coming week ? "

- kokichi : " yeah, pretty much. i'm boooorrrreedd, so do something to entertain me. "

- your arms were pleasantly resting on his hips, holding him in place as he watched you smile

- s / o : " no ! go find the gift. "

- you leaned into him, giving him another kiss on the lips, but this one was a peck and didn't last nearly as long

- kokichi whined. and he whined LOUDLY, but you were unmoveable in your resolve

- so eventually he had to give up and follow through with your plans

- kokichi : " oh, what's the time ? "

- s / o : " you still have eleven minutes left. "

- kokichi : " that's not possible. "

- s / o : " it is if you're a liar. "

- you did his little pose where he puts his finger over his mouth like " shh " and laughed, watching your boyfriend go from totally in love to Hella Annoyed in a matter of moments

- he headed into the bathroom where he had " proposed " to you with those promise rings

- you had been in the shower, ironically humming the tune to " say you won't let go " by james arthur

- so what's the best thing to do in this situation ?

- scare the crap out of you by singing with you and then pretend to propose, of course !! :D

- the plan worked perfectly, you had been successfully scared the crap out of and hella surprised

- you had admitted to him that you knew he wouldn't propose yet, but that the rings were an incredibly sweet gesture, even if they're presented in a comical manner

- you two both wear them every day as if they were real marriage rings

- at first it bothered him that he even had this idea, because it was such an,, adult step in the relationship

- but, as he thought about it, he realized that he was actually getting older. that these kind of things are,, normal of adults, right ?

- plus, he did want to marry you one day

- he really REALLY thought you were the one for him

- turns out, yeah, they are

- on the backside of the curtains, there was the final sticky note, which had nothing more than a heart on it

- after searching the bathroom up and down, he came back to you with his eyebrows knitted together

- kokichi : " unless toothpaste is the present, then i don't think you finished the game. "

- s / o : " yes i did, i gave you all of the hints you need. promise. "

- he stared at the notes in his hands, wondering what kind of stupid you were to think that they were finished

- and then he saw it, staring him right in the face

- B E D

- he gave you that smug look of " i know what you did, but i figured it out "

- and rushed to the bedroom

- but before he could get in, the bell rang on your timer

- s / o : " you didn't make it to the time love, i'm sorry about that hehe. but go. go find it. "

- kokichi looked through the bed, just to find a small box on your side of the bed

- he opened it to see a little pendant with both of your names in japanese and birthstones on a small silver chain

- it was dainty, and cute

- wow he was in love with it, and he didn't even really like necklaces that much

- s / o : " i know you once told me you didn't like necklaces that much, but it was either that or get something a stereotypical guy likes

- kokichi : " i think this is perfect, s / o. and you're right, i don't like necklaces, but fuck guy-things, that stuff is always weird. "

- after you put the necklace on him, he smiled gratefully

- s / o : " so, cake ? "

- kokichi stopped in his place, debating on it heavily, but opted to tackle you down onto the bed

- he wrapped his arms around you, not planning to let you go anytime soon

- kokichi : " not to be gross or anything but cuddles sound much better than cake. cake is for losers. "

- he did, indeed, have a piece of cake later into the day

- before that, you two ended up taking a nap together like that on the bed

- you were more than content to cradle your boyfriend and whisper soft, gentle words

- he genuinely sucks at staying still while cuddling, so he tries to fill up time before he got sleepy

- he would talk to you about whatever popped up into his mind

- which was usually how the world domination plan is definitely going exactly how he plans it

- starting with winning your heart, and then winning the worlds' hearts

- or kissing everywhere from your neck to your bellybutton

- just anywhere he could get his hands on, he would kiss you

- at the end of the day, this was his favorite birthday

- just spending time with the one he loves most and having them love him back in reciprocation

- you always made sure he was well cared for, but this was overdoing yourself

- he wanted to thank you, but didn't really know how to do so

- luckily, you understand him better than he thinks you do

- and you know that look on his face when his eyes are half-closed

- and he's got a smile on his face that he doesn't even realize he has

- that he's happy, even if he doesn't explicitly say it out loud to you

- you let him snuggle into your chest, hoping he could hear your heart

- his eyes began to get heavy, and as he listened to your gentle voice sway him into sleeping

- he really started to think about things, albeit in a half-asleep manner

- he'd grown up, and has since stopped lying as much just for a joke

- he wasn't exactly going to give up his boyish charms no matter how old he is by any means

- partly because he was so damn short it would seem weird to people if he didn't act like what he looked like

- but he was learning how to act like his age

- because he's growing emotionally as well as physically

- he's getting better at trusting people, and letting them know the true kokichi instead of a lie he fabricated to feel better behind a mask

- kokichi is learning that there are people out there that genuinely like to talk to him and want to be around him

- like you, his perfect partner,

- his partner that he plans to hold like this till death do them part, his angel, and saving grace,

- and the person whom he loves no matter how old he gets.

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #danganronpa kokichi #kokichi oma #happy birthday kokichi #killing harmony #danganronpa imagines #i'm in love with you #please stay safe #you are precious #mod kokichi #i am simp

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Eight words: Han Jisung

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Genre: Enemies to lovers, lowkey friends to lovers lmao, smidge of angst, fluff

Warnings: Cursing

Word count: 8.5 k

Summary: Sure, one could tell someone they loved them with eight letters. But eight words convey deeper, more complex meanings.

a/n: Happy birthday, Han aka J. One aka Jisung! I wish you a smooth, unhurried transition into adulthood, as do all Stays. And dear reader, I present to you this fic about my bias… enjoy!

•••

One word.

Three words and eight letters can sum up my feelings towards Han Jisung, although they’re much more intense than what eight letters can contain.

“I hate you.”

Case in point: After a long day of lectures and labs, I’m ready to throttle him.

“Jisung.”

“Y/n,” he mocks, making his voice higher to imitate mine.

No, he’s not my friend. Of course not. I wouldn’t tell a friend: “I’ve been looking for you. Thanks for responding to my text messages asking where you were. I really appreciate it.” No, Jisung’s really more like a stuck up, annoying dumbass who happens to do well on every test he takes.

“Oh, I had my phone turned off. But you missed me that much?”

I puff my cheeks up and sigh. “You wish. Do you wanna review for the Bio exam together?”

“Biology?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“The one I’m really good at?”

“Debatable, but whatever floats your boat.”

“And let me get this straight,” he says, trying—and failing—to suppress a smile. “You need my help to study for it? My help? The help of me, Han Jisung? J. One? The one for you?”

“I don’t need your fucking help-” I bite back a few colorful words when I see his barely-hidden smile expand into a smirk and he shakes his head, almost disapprovingly. “Sort of, yes.” I muster the fakest smile I can display without cringing, tilting my head for added sarcasm.

“No.”

“Why not?” I sigh, having expected this to happen.

“What’s the fun in that, darling?”

Heat creeps into my cheeks as I fume over his disgusting pet name. “Han Jisung, I’m gonna strangle you in your sleep-”

“While that sounds tempting, and I had no idea you were into that, you’re not giving me any other reasons to help you, darling.” He leans back, resting his head against his pretty soft interlaced fingers, fixing me with The Look™ that lets me know he’s messing with me and thoroughly enjoying every second of it.

“We’ve studied for every test together and I’m sick of asking if you want to study every single time? Is that a good enough fucking reason for you?”

He drops one of his hands down and rests his index finger on his chin. “That’s valid…” he exhales, after a long, drawn out pause.

I nearly deck him in the face. I roll my eyes instead. “You know what, I’m leaving. Tell me your answer tomorrow if you need that long to think.” I shove my binders and textbooks into my backpack, swing it up on my shoulders, and make a beeline for the door. It’s not fair to snap at him so unexpectedly like this, but with the first semester at college rushing to a close, I don’t have enough time to play these petty games.

“Hey, hey, hey, wait up. What’s wrong?” he runs after me and pulls me back by my elbow with his right hand.

I take a deep breath, trying to rationalize my anger that’s not because of him but directed at him (at least, not today). “Nothing, I’m just really not in the mood for this kind of exchange for another twenty minutes. I have to study for more than just the science exam. I’d like it if we could just skip this elaborate negotiating for just one day.”

“Oh.” He lets go of my arm. “Yeah. Sure. Studying for exams together. Same studying schedule, texting if we change any days?” When I nod in affirmation, he sticks his hands into his jacket pockets. “Sorry for stressing you out more. You can tell me when you’re having a bad day, you know.”

Oh. “I know. Sorry for snapping at you. I didn’t mean it.” He starts to say something, but I hold up a hand. “It’s somewhat tolerable to have someone to banter with every day.” I blurt out.

Jisung glances down, then raises his gaze to meet mine. His eyes squeeze into crescents. His plump lips (ew) stretch outwards to reveal his pearly whites. I’m sure that my expression mirrors his.

“Good to know my efforts are appreciated.”

“Don’t get a big head. Well, don’t get an even bigger one.”

“You mean a big brain.”

“No, you don’t have a brain.”

He feigns a hurt expression. “Wow, princess. I thought I was tolerable.”

“You ruined the mood!” I shake my head, laughing. “You’re only somewhat tolerable. Definitely not when you call me pet names.”

“Sugar, you wound me.”

“Han Jisung!” I smack his arm half-heartedly.

“You love it though, honey.” He rests his hand on the top of my backpack, gently guiding me out the library doors and towards the parking lot.

Hm.

(Yes.)

•••

Two words.

This was supposed to be a peaceful weekend hangout.

“Felix, put that knife down! Right now! Or no Fortnite for a week!”

Somehow, all our weekend hangouts end up with Chan and Woojin babysitting. That is, until they act like kids themselves.

“Don’t challenge him to a knife fight, Chan! This isn’t Australia, where you have to fend for yourself in the desert—Kim Woojin if you join them I’ll let Minho cook dinner for a week.”

Then the rest of us babysit them until we figure out a better alternative to plastic-knife fencing (Changbin and Chan end up winning after they team up). After finally agreeing on going to the park (like in the Boxer video you know), the boys take over the swings and unintentionally terrorize children (while complaining about freezing to death) while Ryujin and I rethink our life choices and miss Tzuyu, who’s in Taiwan visiting her family.

“Why are we friends with them, again?” she asks, picking at her nails and pretending not to laugh when Seungmin throws wood chips in Hyunjin’s face.

“Yeah, y/n, why are you friends with us?” Jisung butts in after Jeongin refuses all of his hugs. I shoot him a thumbs up, and he grins behind Jisung’s back.

“I’m not friends with you. I’m friends with everyone else here because they’re cool, unlike you, stupid.”

“Ah, you were never a good liar, sweetie.”

Ryujin stifles a laugh, and I shoot her a half-hearted glare. “Not right now, Jisung. I’m still stressing over exam grades.”

“All the teachers entered them this morning, you know.” Surprisingly, there were no pet names present in that sentence. Hallelujah.

“They did?” I check my phone, and sure enough, all the exam grades are there. “What! I was reloading this page all morning! What’d you get in Bio?”

“An A. You?”

“As expected. Same.”

“As expected,” he mimics.

“Is that why you didn’t drag me on the slides?” Ryujin asks. “Because you were worried about your grades, that always end up being an A?”

“No comment.”

“You should go and have fun now that you know your GPA is safe,” she suggests. “No point in coming here if you’re just going to sit here.”

“You were the one who refused to associate with these,” I jab a thumb at the boys, “losers.”

“Oops.”

“You guys should play tag with us or something,” Jisung offers. “See who’s a loser then.”

“Challenge accepted. I’ll go round up the others,” Ryujin agrees, pushing herself off the metal bench and jogging over to the swings.

“What about you, y/n?” asks Jisung.

“Hm. Maybe.” I pretend to think, already knowing my answer is going to be yes.

“Come on! Join us?”

“How could I say no? I can’t just sit back and watch you lose without joining and winning against you.”

“... I’m going to pretend the reason is because you’re such a great friend to us.”

“Only the rest of them. Not you.” I correct him.

“Thank you. ‘preciate it.”

“You’re welcome.”

•••

Three words.

The ice on the streets is frozen and so am I.

I had ducked into the quaint little cafe on campus to grab a hot drink and to regain feeling in my feet when I saw what’s causing me to stand here—frozen, like a statue.

I saw Jisung. In our cafe. The one I frequent at least twice a week with him (not voluntarily, of course. He follows me here, probably to annoy me more, and I let him so I can annoy him more.)

Under normal circumstances, I’d be disgusted, not paralyzed. But today is different.

He sits at a two-person table. Next to him, a girl leans over his shoulder, wearing the headphones connected to his computer, occasionally commenting on parts of what I assume is his latest song. Her backpack rests on one of her shoulders. When she turns her head, I can see her face clearly.

He’s with Tzuyu, one of the youngest rising stars in the arts at our university, a hardworking student, an all-around sweet person, and a good friend of ours.

Why, one might ask, did I freeze in place? Simple: I’m sick of Jisung trying to woo girls with the songs he composes.

Once I regain my senses, shuffle forward in line, and place my order, I glance over at their table again. Tzuyu takes off the headphones and starts talking while pointing to different places on his laptop. Jisung smiles sheepishly at the last thing she says. The little prick. It must be an act–after all, if he’s flirted with so many girls through his music, he should be used to the compliments.

Tzuyu walks away from him after glancing at her watch and waving goodbye. She notices me when she’s halfway to the cafe door and grins, waving at me before she shoots Jisung one last smile and leaves. I wave back.

Of course, this exchange means that Jisung notices me. He motions for me to wait, holding up one finger. He clicks around on his laptop, closes it, and slides it into his backpack, along with his headphones. He stands up right as my drink is finished and my name is called. I snag the drink and try to rush to the door as discreetly as possible. Unfortunately, I’m very conspicuous, and Jisung follows me, calling my name.

I’m outside when he catches up with me, frozen in place once again as I internally debate if I should stay and talk to him or leave him. He makes the decision for me when he steps beside me, tugging my elbow in the direction I’m facing to get me to walk so I don’t hold up foot traffic.

“I told you to wait for me in there, y/n. You usually do it, why’d you ignore me today?”

Play dumb, y/n. “Who’s y/n?” Not that dumb!

I clear my throat and try again. “You were in there?”

He raises his eyebrows. “I know you saw me.” When I don’t reply, he sighs. “Walk with me? It’s the last week before break and I won’t have the pleasure of personally annoying you every day.”

I tilt my head forward to tell him to start walking. I can only think of a (half-hearted) protest once we’ve walked a full block. “It’s going to snow soon.”

“You love the snow.”

I exhale through my mouth, forming a cloud of condensation with my breath in the crisp, chilly air. “Yeah, I do.”

A beat passes. Quietly, Jisung asks, “Are you mad?” Another beat. “At me?”

I think back to Tzuyu getting the opportunity to hear an unreleased track. “No, I’m not.” My heart pangs when I picture them leaning in so close together, even though my rational self tells me I shouldn’t be mad over something that small, especially if it concerns such a close friend and such a stupid asshole.

“I think you’re mad. You’re talking a lot less than normal.”

“Congratulations. You must think you’re so smart.”

“Thanks for finally noticing.”

“Look, what do you want?”

“I want to know why you’re mad.”

“Who said I was mad?”

He snorts in disbelief. “You literally just admitted to it.”

“When did I say that?” I stop walking.

He laughs, a dry, airy chuckle that morphs into a sigh. “I just want to know why you’re mad, and if I can help.”

I scoff. “Thanks for your concern, but I think I’ll be alright. Is there anything else-”

“No, you don’t seem like you’ll be fine! You almost never get angry!”

“Why are you so angry about me being angry? Not everything’s about you.”

I suppose it would be a great testament to anyone else’s character if they realized my insults were just my anger speaking and refused to insult me back. However, this is Jisung we’re talking about. He’s more likely to stop talking because he can’t think of a retort, not because he’s conscientious.

Sigh. Maybe he’s not that bad after all.

Just when I acknowledge the slim possibility that Jisung might not be a jerk all of the time, he reaches out and steals my phone.

“What-”

“I’m not giving this back until you tell me why.” He taps away at the lock screen, and unlocks it.

My lips part slightly and my eyebrows crease together. I’m in shock. “How-”

“I’ve seen you enter your password a lot, I just never thought about using it until today. Let’s see… should I read over the English story you refuse to send me because it’s not done yet?”

I break out of my stupor. “Stop it! There’s a reason I haven’t sent it yet. It’s horrible!” I reach out, left arm flailing uselessly, hand smacking his shoulder. He just steps back and turns away from me.

“Oops, too late.” Over his shoulder, I can see him click on the Google Docs app and open the most recently edited document. He scrolls the page down, reading as he goes, but he’s moving around so much that I can’t read the words on the screen at first. My heart nearly stops when I recognize the format of my poetry doc, a place where I word vomit all my artistic and lyrical poetry ideas.

“Jisung, stop! Right now!” I wonder how desperate I sound right now, although I try not to show it.

That’s my poetry. It’s raw, unfinished, and, quite frankly, really cringy. I’ve only trusted Ryujin, Tzuyu, and Hyunjin enough to read one poem, let alone all of them. And now Jisung is scrolling through the entire document.

My blood boils over, simultaneously turning to ice. I chuck my cup of hot chocolate into the trash can. My appetite’s been ruined. I wrestle my phone out of his grip using two hands, palms and fingers crashing against the screen, frantically checking to see if I accidentally modified my poems with my clumsy tapping. I silently sigh in relief when I’m certain nothing was edited. Then, I fix Jisung with a cold, blank stare.

“Those poems were good…” he trails off when I take a step towards him. “No, really.”

“Those were personal poems that I don’t want people to read unless I decide to share them when they’re finished. I don’t want someone who’s going to make fun of me to read it! Don’t you understand the concept of privacy?” I spit out through gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry. That… kind of reminds me of my songs and how I only share them with people I trust a lot when they’re unfinished. I shouldn’t have gone through all of that.”

“It reminds you of your songs? Well, unlike you, I don’t use my creative work to flirt with others.”

He flinches, eyes wide and panicked. “How did you know about that?”

“About you flirting through songs? It’s obvious: you let them listen to your unfinished work, and then they compliment you and you pretend to be all humble and everything and-” I groan and run a hand through my hair. Be a nice person. Don’t insult him. Be a nice person. Don’t insult him. Be a nice-

“Are you mad that Tzuyu was helping me with a song earlier in the cafe? Is that why you’re mad?”

I gape at him. “The world doesn’t revolve around you and your enormous ego! Plus, don’t you remember what happened the last time you stole my phone?”

Jisung wasn’t always this annoying. When I first met him, I even thought he was cute. (I still do, but I always deny it, and any non-platonic feelings, if anyone accuses me of thinking that way.) But a few weeks after I met him, when we had become friends, he stole my phone and accidentally deleted a notes page where I kept several passwords (that I was too lazy to remember). He apologized, but the damage had already been done.

“I’ve never used my music to flirt with anyone. And for your information, I ran into Tzuyu. I didn’t invite her to flirt with her.”

Oh. “Ok, and?”

He drags a hand over his face. “Why were you mad at me when we left the cafe?”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. I’m ready to storm off and leave, but I realize that Jisung did have a point. Today is the last day before break, and even if he’s a conceited jerk, I don’t want to end things on a bad note until we see each other again.

I take a deep breath. “Let’s sit down and talk through this like civilized people. Is that ok?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to do this entire time!”

I drag him over to a bench and plop down, leaving a respectable amount of distance between us. “You want to know why I’m mad? I’ve been asking to hear your unreleased tracks for who knows how long, and you won’t even let me read the lyrics. I have to wait until you and the rest of 3racha drop an album. And I understand that! You're allowed to not share your work! But you also let a ton of people listen to your songs and they just end up complimenting your talent, whereas I’ve offered to help you refine your songs. To me, that seems shallow, especially since most people you show them to are girls. And then you go through my poems without my permission. To be fair, I might be overreacting.”

“No, you’re not. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I smile tiredly. “Sure, I’ll probably share them someday, but I need a heads up. I thought you would’ve understood how much they mean to me since you’re protective of your songs.” I drag a hand over my face. “Ok, rant’s over.”

And so I spend the next half an hour understanding Jisung’s point of view. I end up accepting his apology. As we part ways, he pulls me into a hug. I don’t resist, and bury my face into his shoulder. When we pull apart, he waves before walking away. I can’t help the goofy smile that spreads onto my face once his back is turned. Suddenly, a thought washes over me.

Idiot. I’ll miss you.

•••

Four words.

Winter break is refreshing.

That is, until I realize how unproductive I’m being. Then I panic, becoming both unproductive and unhappy.

It’s almost a relief when I get back to school, until I realize how much work I’m drowning in. Then I wish I was on break again.

Sigh. The paradoxes of life.

On the bright side, at least I get to see my squad again. (And (see) roast Jisung.)

On the third week back from school, Hyunjin drags Ryujin and me to one of 3racha’s monthly shows (they have quite the fanbase on campus.) We would’ve gone anyways, but Hyunjin is a nice addition.

The first thing he says when we arrive at the venue is, “Aren’t you so excited about seeing Jisung perform? Hmm?” while wiggling his eyebrows.

“Yeah, y/n, aren’t you going to gush about how cute he looks while performing?” Ryujin adds.

“No. And that was one time. Once.”

“No, it’s every time. You always talk about him.” Hyunjin may have a point.

“Is there something that we should know?” Ryujin asks slyly. “I am your roommate, so if you’re going to talk about him 24/7, you might as well just tell us you like him instead of being in denial.”

“No. I don’t like him. I never talk about him.” My words sound weak even to me. “Remember? He’s like my mortal enemy.”

Pause. The two of them stare at me skeptically, waiting for me to stop denying everything.

“Ok, fine. He looks so fricking attractive when he’s performing, and his eyes transform completely and it’s like looking at a sharper version of him, and he still manages to be absolutely adorable when he smiles and his nose and eyes scrunch up, and-” I envelope Ryujin in a hug, cringing in embarrassment. She tries not to laugh, but I can feel her shoulders shaking. Hyunjin fails to contain his amusement, laughing so loudly that 3racha, preparing backstage, can probably hear him.

“Not a single word to anyone,” I make them promise.

“I’m totally convinced that you don’t have a crush on him,” Hyunjin says once he’s stopped laughing (two minutes later.)

“You’re the one who’s all buddy-buddy with him when you tried to beat him up that one time in high school.”

“People change,” he shrugs. “But you’ve always seemed like you had a soft spot for him.”

“No, you’re wrong. He’s my sworn enemy. He deleted my passwords that one time and read my poems and that makes him my arch-nemesis.” I sigh. “Oh, who am I kidding?”

Luckily (or not), Jisung chooses this moment to saunter over, sparing me from all their teasing. “What’s up, my dudes? Are you ready to get wowed by us?”

“Wow is your best song yet. You’re performing that tonight, right?” I confirm.

“Yup. I’m sure you guys can get some meme-worthy material out of Changbin’s reactions.”

“Jisung, have I ever told you how attractive you look when you perform?” snickers Hyunjin, excessively batting his eyelashes and latching onto Jisung. I shoot him daggers with my eyes while trying to look not-exactly-murderous to Jisung. Ryujin stifles a laugh at my expense for the second time tonight.

“Thanks, buddy. I’m aware, but it’s nice to know that someone appreciates my hotness every once in a while.”

“Why are we here again?” I wonder out loud, giggling at the overly dramatic look of betrayal that Jisung puts on.

“My dear, it’s obviously for me! How could you forget?”

“Oh right, it was for my favorite 3racha member, Changbin!”

Jisung shrugs Hyunjin off, coming over and embracing me playfully. “No, not allowed.”

“C’mon, let’s go say hi to my man, Changbin!” I tell the ‘jins, tilting my head towards the stage.

“Noooo. Darling, that’s so mean.”

I give up on pushing Jisung off once it’s clear that he stubbornly refuses to leave. I ruffle his hair instead as “revenge.” (“Hey! That took me a solid five seconds to style! You’re fixing that.” “Yeah, yeah, whatever floats your boat.”) Ryujin, Hyunjin, and I agree that we should go greet Chan and Changbin. As we head backstage to say hi to 2racha, Jisung reluctantly stops hugging me when it gets too difficult to walk. He still keeps a hand loosely anchored on my right shoulder. I don’t complain, nor do I shrug him off. I guess it feels nice ok when he’s a normal, chill, person.

Ok, that was an under-exaggeration. I feel like I’m on cloud nine.

Maybe Ryujin is secretly a mind reader, or maybe I’m just really transparent, because she pokes my arm, not saying anything when I ask her “what,” while trying to hide the furious blush I know is present on my face. She just raises her eyebrows and grins. I widen my eyes back.

“So, uh y/n.” starts Jisung, breaking me out of my semi-staring contest with Ryujin. “There’s an open mic at our cafe next week—you know, the one we go to at least twice a week? Anyways, there’s an open mic next Friday and I was planning on going to either test out a new song I produced or a couple of poems I wrote and would you—I was wondering if you wanted to go too? I know you’re a little hesitant about sharing your poems, but from what I saw, you had some really good works and I’m sure other people would enjoy your poetry too. And of course you don’t have to go, I just thought it would be a fun experience if you were down.”

I’m floored. Han Jisung being genuinely nice and considerate? Unheard of. But when I start thinking about all my previous encounters with him, I realize that this is not the exception—it’s the rule.

Maybe I was so intent on labeling him as a rival that I’ve been halfheartedly denying the existence of his good traits.

“Thank you for appreciating my poems. That… honestly, that means so much to me. I’d love to go and perform. As long as I have time to prepare and I get to choose what to present… it’ll be new, but doable.” I wrap both arms around his waist and squish the left side of my face against his right shoulder. “I’m excited for Friday.”

“I’m glad you’re excited.”

“I’m glad you’re glad.”

Wait. What am I doing lowkey cuddling him in public? Oh well. I don’t hate it. In fact, I might go as far as to say… I really like it.

(When we get backstage, I fist-bump Changbin and do a weird quasi-dance off with Chan before hugging them both and wishing them good luck before promising to record the entirety of Wow. Jisung pouts and pouts and pouts some more until I fix his hair, then takes my hands and pulls me around in circles like the man-child he is.

Ryujin promises to tell their embarrassing stories to all their fans after she greets 2racha.

Hyunjin forgoes any formalities and starts complaining about Seungmin.

“Chan, control your child! He’s becoming more and more savage. The world can’t contain his saltiness.”

“Maybe that’s his way of showing love.”

His face goes :o. “RYUJIN, YOU’RE A GENIUS!”)

•••

Five words.

It’s Wednesday and I am: straight-up not having a good time (bro).

After a long day filled with tests and being even more sleep-deprived than usual due to said tests, I really just want to curl up into a ball and do absolutely nothing.

Unfortunately, I need to stay awake in order to finish a creative writing story (yes, another one.) Then, I need to study for two more tests for tomorrow and do a shit ton of homework. On top of that, with the open mic two days away, I’m furiously revising and editing what I’m presenting.

To be completely honest, I’ve been playing with ways to reference Jisung in my poems. I know: crazy, right? Stupid Jisung and his stupid mole on his left cheek on his stupid face that my gaze always drifts back to. Stupid Jisung and his genuinely expressive personality. Stupid Jisung and his amazingly accurate intuition and knowledge and pair of eyes that allow him to say things like:

“You’re staring at me quite a bit, sugar.”

“Oh, shut up. I’m just thinking of all the ways I… could get you to shut up.” I finish lamely.

“Really, now.” He leans towards me in his stupid library chair. “Do any of them involve making out in the library?”

Gahhhh. “Not funny didn’t laugh.” I go back to trying to be productive, but it’s hard when my brain is spewing out thoughts faster than (Jisung) Changbin and Chan can rap.

It sucks sometimes when Jisung makes all these suggestive jokes because he’ll never see me in a romantic light. I think that might be part of the reason why I try (and routinely fail) to act so cold to him: I was aware of all the emotions beneath the way I wanted to view and portray him. (My brain: No, this is not a crush. Crushes are shallow and go away after a week. These feelings aren’t going anywhere.)

I get through editing one paragraph of my story before Jisung speaks again. “Are you considering the offer?”

“No.” Maybe. Yes. “Don’t you have a lab report to write?”

“I’d gladly give up on that for you.”

“Jisung, stop, please. Not tonight, ok? On any other day I’d go along with your banter, but I have serious shit to get done with tonight.”

“Oh, ok. Do you want me to help with anything?”

“Nah, I’m fine. Thanks for offering.”

I give up on my story for the time being and slip an earbud into the ear facing away from Jisung. I pull out a thicc textbook and finish my Calculus homework. A page of notebook paper later, I’m done. I close the book, lean back in my seat, and rub my eyes.

“You look like you need a break,” he notes.

“I don’t know…”

“Come on, you deserve it. I’ll even play with your hair.” Darn it! Why why why does Jisung know all my weaknesses? It’s always a destresser for me when plays with my hair. Still, I’m a little hesitant to completely neglect my work for five minutes.

“I’ll give you a back rub too.” Hesitation? Productivity? Who? We don’t know them.

I fall into his outstretched arms and nuzzle my head in the crook of his neck. He laughs a little, leaning back in his chair. His soft hoodie creates a comfortable cushioning, and I sigh in contentment when he runs a hand through my hair, wrapping my arms around his waist. He shifts his legs so his knees are slightly angled toward me, and I do the same.

Then he shifts his right arm and closes the lid of my computer. And picks it up off the table. And sets it back down further away from me so I can’t reach it.

“Jisungggggg,” I whine, reluctantly lifting up my head. I extend my left arm, trying to grasp it, but he just pushes it away again. “I need that. Gotta get this bread. Flaunt that croissant. Ice that rice.” I’m not sure when I stopped talking and started babbling nonsense, but I can blame my lack of sleep for that.

‘What you need is a good night of rest.” He picks up the laptop and holds it close to him, turning away from me.

My senses kick back in. “No! I need to get all this stuff done first. Then I can sleep. Give,” my right hand grasps the edge of my computer. “It,” I give a strong yank. “Back!” We engage in a brief game of tug-of-war before I almost pull it out of his grasp. Then he snatches it back, firmly in his grip.

I huff and pull out my phone forcefully, opening the Google doc containing my poems and stories I’m planning on presenting at open mic for a few revisions and edits. “Must you always be this infuriating? Like, is there a point to stealing my computer when there’s stuff I need to do?”

A small, almost imperceptible pause. I almost don’t even notice it because it’s so brief. It goes straight to the back of my mind.

“You need to rest, y/n. I don’t think all of this stressing is good for you.”

“That doesn’t mean you can steal my computer.”

“Deal with it.”

I sigh. “I hate you right now,” I mumble tiredly. I go back to skimming over my prose and poetry, inserting and deleting a few words here and there.

I have no idea how long the silence stretches on until Jisung responds. “I know, you’ve told me.”

“Yeah, ‘cuz it’s the truth.” Is it grammatically acceptable to use the word ‘like’ in a narrative if you want to have a casual tone? Like, if you want to express a coherent train of thought without using too many words? Would that tone be acceptable? Jisung’s tone just now was off. He almost seemed hurt—oh my god what did I just say.

I come to the (belated) realization that I falsely told him I hated him—with what sounded like conviction, too!—just as he speaks.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and sometimes, you treat me like I’m you’re enemy or rival. I thought we were friends. I wrote you a song—multiple songs. I’ve tried dropping so many hints about how I see you as more than just a friend, but all this time, you saw me as less than one.”

My drowsiness has dissipated. “No, Jisung, I wasn’t thinking—have you never seen me as a rival?”

“It’s ok. You’re not obligated to feel anything for me. You don’t owe me anything. And of course not. I would never see you in such a negative way.” His entire demeanor changes. Jisung is normally very open about his emotions, whether he’s happy, stressed, excited, sad, hurt, enthusiastic, or serious. In this instance, though, his face falls into a more neutral expression that betrays next to nothing about what he’s thinking. But this expression is more than enough to tell me what he feels.

He’s hurt because of what I said. Deeply hurt.

“You could’ve just told me that you hated me,” he continues. “I don’t understand why you would make me feel like we were friends while secretly despising me.”

“Jisung, I don’t hate you.”

“Sure you don’t.” He laughs without humor. “Well, seeing as you clearly don’t want my company, I’ll leave now.” He shoves his laptop, textbook, and notebook into his backpack. He rises and starts walking off.

I rush after him.

“No, Jisung, I didn’t mean it. Please just listen to me.” I catch his left arm a few seconds after we exit the library. He stands there, stationary, neither moving towards me nor pulling away from me. The wind gently breezes past the two of us, tousling the ends of his hair. My heart threatens to get stuck in my throat. I swallow and force myself to go on. “I don’t hate you. You can hate me all you want for saying hurtful things to you, but I’ve never hated you and never will.”

“I could never hate you. And while you may not completely hate me, if you’ve always felt hostile toward me—ever since the start of our so-called ‘friendship’—I don’t really know what to think anymore.”

“No, that’s not what I think. At all. Please hear me out.”

“I think I should leave. Have fun studying without a constant annoying distraction.” He lets his arm slip out of my grip, taking a step forward. “Goodbye.”

He takes long strides away from the library, away from me. All I can think about is how wrong he is. About how wrong I am.

I hurt him, a person with one of the truest hearts and most genuine personalities I’ve ever met. Always being open and transparent with his thoughts, never failing to make me smile. He knows me so well, and I know so much about him, too. He’s been through the ups and the downs with me, and I’ve stayed by his side when he’s needed support, too. He even manages to harness raw, heavy emotions and transform it into beautiful songs such as ‘I see’ that he, Han Jisung, J. One, produces. And now he thinks I hate him.

“No,” I whisper to myself after he’s gone and no one is around to hear me. “It’s the opposite of that.”

I like him so much. Platonically, and romantically. But I’ve missed my chance to tell him, and I’ve broken our friendship that we’ve always had, even if I denied its existence.

Five words can crush someone.

•••

Six words.

Once I’m done with my self reflection about just how foolish and spiteful I acted, I call Ryujin, Hyunjin, and Tzuyu for help. We meet at the dorm Ryujin and I share.

Hyunjin silently shakes his head. Ryujin gives me a side-hug, rubbing circles into my right shoulder. Tzuyu is the first to speak after I describe the events that happened.

“He really likes you. He’s written at least five songs for you and ten songs about you. That day in the cafe, when I ran into him and saw you, he asked for my opinion on one of his songs for you. The reason why he’s never asked you two,” she glances at Hyunjin and Ryujin, “is because he thought you guys would spill the beans.” She sits down on my right side and offers me a hug. “You need to talk to him as soon as possible. He’s cares enough to write songs for you.”

“I know, but he won’t respond to any of my messages or calls.”

“Honestly,” Hyunjin starts, “I’m sorry if this sounds bad, but we were always convinced that you two were secretly dating and wouldn’t tell us.” He half-smiles awkwardly. “Don’t give up just yet.”

“I’m so stupid.”

“Don’t say that!” Ryujin comforts. “We all make mistakes. Don’t let this bother you and make you give up. I’d say that you’ve learned a lot from this.”

“Thanks, Ryu.” I groan, my face falling into my hands. “What the heck am I supposed to do?” I wrote you a song. I thought we were friends. I’ve dropped hints about how I see you as more than just a friend.

He cares enough to write songs for you.

I’ve been thinking of ways to reference Jisung in my poems.

“That’s it!” I exclaim. “Poetry! And maybe a short story, too.” When I see three confused faces, I elaborate. “He’s written songs about me, right? Well, writing is important to me, so what if I wrote about him in the stuff I’m reading at the open mic? And apologize and explain to him afterwards? All I need to do is make sure he goes to open mic, and you guys could help me convince him. At least, that’s the best idea I can think of right now.”

“Sure.” “We’ll help you.” “You got this, girl!”

Their encouragement lifts my mood, and I’m overly optimistic for a second. My phone buzzes, and I dare to hope that I might be able to mend my relationship with Jisung.

The message is from Jisung, and I foolishly hope for the best. Then I read what he sent.

You don’t have to pretend, y/n.

He doesn’t believe me. He doubts that I see him positively because of how hurtful I acted and the words I said to him. Honestly, I don’t even blame him. If I was in his position, I’d probably do the same.

I have screwed up. Big time.

I never meant to hurt or belittle him, even if I claimed he was my enemy. But somewhere along the way, I turned into one of the worst kinds of people and did.

I hope I can salvage this.

•••

Seven words.

Breathe in, breathe out. Calm down. Everything will turn out fine.

It’s showtime. After much persuasion, Tzuyu and Hyunjin convinced Jisung to perform at open mic (of course, they had to make him think I wouldn’t attend.) Jisung will perform first, then perform one more time after three people. I’m the person right before him.

I stand inside near the counter, far away from our regular table near the windows. He hasn’t seen me yet. I fiddle with my hands, trying to hide my face. I breathe a sigh of relief when he hops on stage to perform. He hasn’t seen me yet.

He greets the patrons of the cafe, cracking a few jokes before kicking things off with a revised version of ‘For you’. He gets halfway through it before he locks eyes with me.

I tentatively wave. He glances away.

After he finishes, he receives a warm round of applause. He grins, equally bashful and proud, and hops off the stage. He situates himself far away from me.

Two more people present. Two and a half minutes into the second person’s slam poetry performance, I work up the courage to shuffle over to him.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I’ve never hated you. I’ve never even disliked you. In fact, I feel the opposite way. I just never thought you’d see me as more than a friend, so I tried convincing myself that you weren’t an all-around amazing person. It didn’t work. It would never work.”

He stares at me, not speaking. I press on.

“You’re one of the most genuine people I know. I can always tell what you’re thinking, because you have nothing to hide. You’re incredibly dedicated. You’ve been a great friend to me, especially when I was rude to you and didn’t deserve it. You see the best in everyone and encourage them to showcase their strengths.” I take a fluttering breath. “I never thought that someone like you would even consider someone like me. I’m sorry for calling you annoying and saying that I hated you. You’re not annoying. I don’t think anyone who’s ever met you would hate you.” I lace my fingers together. “I am really, truly sorry for saying untrue, hurtful things to you.”

The poet onstage finishes. The people watching applaud. I’m next, but I’m frozen in place.

Jisung breaks the silence. “Good luck. We can talk later.”

I dare to smile, and walk onstage.

I’ve chosen to share a short story about the time I accidentally kicked my friend in the face when we took a dance class, saving my poems for another time. I’m really telling a story about Jisung. I take a deep breath and begin.

“This is the story of how I almost broke my friend’s nose.” This is the story of how I broke my friend’s heart.

I describe the contemporary dance class we were in and how close our friendship was. “She was one of my closest friends. I don’t know what I would have done without her.” He’s one of my closest friends. I don’t know what I would do without him.

I add details to build an image of that day, inserting humor and appealing to the audience’s senses, while making sure that my plot advances. “I wasn’t paying enough attention to my surroundings. When I kicked my leg up, my foot collided with her face.” I wasn’t being true to myself or him. When I spoke, my words attacked him.

“I felt immediate regret. I had hurt my friend on accident because I was careless.” I immediately felt horrible. I hurt him with my careless words and actions.

“For a few horrifying minutes, she couldn’t talk because of the pain. I thought our friendship was over and that she would never forgive me.” For a few terrifying days, he wouldn’t talk to me because of the pain I caused. I thought our friendship was over. I thought he would never forgive me. I still do.

“Yet in the end, she chose to forgive my mistake. Even though my actions didn’t reflect how deeply I cared about her, she knew me well enough to understand it was an accident. She knew how much she meant to me, and how I never intended to hurt her.” I hope he can find it in his heart to forgive me. I hope he knows me well enough to know that he means the world to me. I hope that all is not lost.

“It’s easy to harm someone on purpose. It’s even easier to do it on accident, because we’re not fully aware of our actions—we zone out—until we can see a concrete impact. Be self-aware. And if you want to do something fun with a friend, make sure it’s in a low-risk setting. Don’t end up like me! I might have taken the phrase “break a leg” literally if I was a little more careless. The point is, people need time to think. Forgiveness is not easy to receive. But when someone chooses to forgive because they want to, especially if that person plays a crucial role in your life, that can mean the world to someone. Thank you.”

Granted, that’s not the best narrative I could produce, but given my time limit of one-and-a-half day, I’m not too disappointed in myself.

Jisung and I pass each other when he heads toward the stage.

“This song is dedicated to someone special,” he says once he’s onstage. “I hope you guys like it!”

And it’s about me. Us. The time we stayed up until 2am studying and found this cafe because it was the only one open then. The time we wrote tons of poems, narratives, and short stories together (most of them were as a meme, barely longer than four sentences) because we bet the other person they weren’t as creative (it ended as a tie—we created the last poem together). The time he asked for help on the lyrics for a song and I ended up showing him a few of my poems willingly.

My eyes are glued to him, right up until he exits the stage and walks up to me. Then they flit towards the stage for a moment while I try to prepare myself for whatever he has to say. The world stops spinning as he opens his mouth.

“I forgive you.”

Blissfully, unexpectedly, the world starts spinning again. “You do?”

“You didn’t mean it, and while it hurt to hear, I know you don’t actually think that way. It’s not like I’m perfect, either. I’ll get annoyed and say things that aren’t true, too.” He reaches for my hand and laces our fingers together. “I know you, y/n. Like you said, you wouldn’t hurt someone on purpose.” He gives a gentle tug on my hand. “You want to get out of here?”

“I’d love to.” I lean up and press a brief kiss against his cheek. “Where to?”

“You know that new burger place we wanted to try out? I was thinking we could go there.” He pauses. “As a first date,” he adds, the slightest hesitance showing.

I grab his other hand and take a half step towards him. “That sounds like the perfect first date.” I blush. He blushes. He pecks my forehead, the tip of my nose, and both of my cheeks. I untangle our hands to reach up and pinch his cheeks, squishing them together. Mindful of the people in the cafe, we leave soon after, sparing them from watching our PDA. We decide on taking my car, since I drove by myself here and Hyunjin dropped him off and yeeted out of here. (Speaking of Hyunjin, he, Ryujin, and Tzuyu have been blowing up the group chat—The 3 Musketeers—asking how things went. I text them that things went well, and silence my phone.)

Before I start the car, he takes my right hand. “Don’t ever think you’re not good enough,” he states firmly. “You are good enough. 100%. Don’t doubt yourself.”

“Aw, thank you. I realize that a little more now. I was really out of it that day. I turned into a mean version of myself, but I’m working on being more aware of what I’m feeling.”

“Don’t worry about it, y/n. You’re only human. What matters the most is that you truly didn’t mean it and you’re sorry. I’m with you right now,” he starts drawing circles on the back of my hand with his thumb, “am I not?”

“You’re right. You are with me now.” I lean in to kiss his cheek, reluctantly pulling away after a few moments to start driving. “Now, Mr. Han Jisung… give me the best first date ever.”

I smile. He smiles. We’re blissfully happy.

•••

Eight words.

That night, the squad gathers at our dorm and invites Jisung in after our date to question, gush over, and tease us. I spend most of the time curled up in his arms, snuggling with him as Ryujin asks what his intentions are (“To show this wonderful lady how much I love her.” “You pass.”).

Hyunjin keeps insisting he was right all along (“I knew you would end up dating!” “Whatever cooks your bacon, buddy.” “You were right, ‘jin! You’re like a fortune-teller. Quick, tell me what I’ll get on my English story next week!” “Uh… 420.”).

Tzuyu grabs me by the shoulders and squeals about how much of a power couple we are (“You guys are so cute! You could write each other poems as gifts! Aaaaah, our y/n is growing up so fast!” “...thanks, mom.”).

While we talk, I occasionally press light kisses anywhere I can reach: his cheek, his neck, his hand, his forehead, and his lips. The reactions are either highkey shipping (Ryu and Tzu) or highkey faked disgust (Hyunjin lmao). (We don’t tell them that we made out in the car for a solid twenty minutes before coming inside.)

The topic shifts from our relationship to anything and everything. After passionately debating whether humans are inherently neutral (neither good nor evil) and if raccoons should be considered pests, it’s well past midnight, and Tzu-Hyun-Sung head home.

The next day, Saturday, we have a weekly hangout with the nine boys and us three girls. More teasing ensues (particularly from the Aussie line and Changbin), but the day is like any other until that night.

Jisung and I go on our second official date to our favorite ramen store, the one where we know the owner by name. We take a stroll outside by a river afterwards, admiring the scenery.

“Y/n, I really like you. I get so happy whenever I see you, or even think about you. You make me want to compose a million love songs and dedicate them all to you. So what I’m saying is… I’m asking you if you’ll be my girlfriend?”

“Yes! A million times yes. I would love to. I could write a million poems about you.” I lean up and kiss him, smiling as I do so. “I would love to be your girlfriend, sweetheart.”

“You finally called me a pet name, babe! Why are you so cute?” Another smooch. He presses his forehead against mine. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“You’re cute. And I’m the lucky one.” I suddenly step back and grab onto his shoulders. “The lucky J. One!”

He laughs, shaking his head, and we continue walking. “This is part of what made me fall for you.” He swoops down for another kiss, leaving me a blushing, stuttering mess.

Jisung really has a way with words. Of course, that’s a given, seeing as he’s a songwriter and poet. But combined with his actions and intentions, his strong work ethic and how much he cares about everyone, the transparency of his thoughts and emotions, he really is unique.

He has the power to make me speechless. But I’ll always have eight words to say.

You are amazing and loveable. Never forget that.

•••

Happy birthday, Han Jisung. You have the support of all us Stays.

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Even in Hawkins- Crepes & Friend Dates

Even in Hawkins Part Nine

Billy Hargrove x reader x Steve Harrington

Word Count: 2.8k (how?)

Warnings: some sad Steve, illness mentioned (nausea), omegaverse stuff but it’s lowkey

(they are trying to hold hands)

At practice the next day, Steve was playing worse than normal. He was dribbling, Billy getting behind him to block him. “So, Harrington, you leave an omega behind for a perfectly boring alpha and bitchy beta?” He asked, Steve groaning and pushing back against him in an attempt to get him to move. “Stevie, you’re missing out. But I am glad you let Y/n go. She’s a great lay.” Steve tripped, Billy knocking him on his ass yet again. Steve got up, walking off the court and stomping toward the locker room. “Harrington?! Where are you going?!” He flipped Billy off, the alpha pausing as it looked like Steve was wiping his face. Billy started to go after him, the coach yelling for him to stay on the court. After, Steve was still in the locker room, messing with his hair in the mirror. “Steve.” The omega looked at him with red, watery eyes. “I shouldn’t have said that. I went too far.” Billy attempted to apologize. Steve sniffled again, shrugging. “Are you okay?” He asked Steve, the taller boy sighing. “Y-yeah. I’m fine.” Billy sighed, reaching to touch Steve but he pulled back so he could face him.

“Did she really sleep with you?” Billy nodded. “I’m pretty sure we’re dating.” He admitted. Steve nodded. “Be nice to her, please.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t be you, you know? Don’t be a dick.” Billy laughed. “I promise.” He held his pinky out to Steve, who wrapped his own around Billy’s.

The next Thursday, Y/n took her little brother to the arcade, Steve happening to be there as well. She came up to him, Steve looking down at her in surprise. “Hey.” She smiled, Steve looking nervous. “Hi.” His nose crinkled as he finally took in her scent. “Did you sleep with Billy again?”

“We decided to start dating and see what happens.” She explained softly, not wanting anyone to know too much about their private conversation. “Are you trying to get with someone?”

“Can we talk outside?” Steve asked, pinky laced through hers as she leaned over to look for her brother. “Yeah.” Y/n told her brother where she was going and that he could ask any of the older kids for something if he needed to. Steve dug a pack and lighter out of his pocket, lighting a cigarette.”

“Steve, are you okay?” She hadn’t seen him smoke since he had started dating Nancy in eleventh grade. “I broke up with you because Nancy and Jonathan offered to let me join them. Like, date both of them. I’m sorry.” She nodded, feeling a little hurt despite finally getting the real reason.They said they loved each other and Steve just dropped her the instant Nancy was available again? Steve’s eyes were dark; his posture was considerably worse and he looked exhausted. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He gave a sharp nod. “Just stressed.”

“Steve, I’m still your friend. You don’t have to lie to me.”

“It’s weird, okay?!” He tossed the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it. “I feel like I’m not with either of them. Like some creep. It’s not like when, you know, we were together. Or even what it was like to be with fucking Hargrove. I feel like a third wheel.” He lit another one, Y/n tempted to take the pack from him. “Wanna go to lunch on Saturday?”

“Yes. Jesus, this week has been weird.” He pocketed his lighter and his pack of smoked, breathing deeply. “And tell him to lay off, will you? You don’t even smell like yourself.”

“I think that’s kinda what he wants.” She said with a laugh. “Probably. Oh, shit, did you want one?” He went to reach for his packet again. “I’m good.” She was trying to really smell Steve’s scent but he was smothering it. “Call me if you wanna talk before then, okay?” She grabbed one of his hands and squeezed. “See you at the game tomorrow night?” She asked. He snorted. “Carrying the team with Hargrove. Doesn’t help that half the team also thinks we’re screwing.” He grumbled, Y/n letting out a little snort.

Steve had to admit it hurt to see Y/n in the stands, there to cheer for Billy and not him, especially since no one had shown up to cheer Steve on. Except, maybe they did. He scored a two pointer. “GO STEVE!” Y/n screamed, Steve smiling when they locked eyes. He felt better already. She was waiting outside the building after the game, waving at Steve when he came out of the entrance. “Hi! You were great out there!” She chirped, Steve blushing. “Thanks.” He smiled sheepishly. “I bet your coach is pretty happy you scored a winning point, huh?” He nodded. “Yeah. Billy still did most of the work though.” She shrugged, nudging his foot with hers. “You were still gre-” She sucked in air sharply, an arm wrapping around her neck. “Jesus, man. Don’t choke her out.” Steve grumbled, wrapping his arms around himself. Y/n grabbed Billy’s arm, pulling it away from her neck. He lowered his arm to place it around her waist, pulling her into a kiss. She smiled into it, gently curling her fingers into the fabric of his shirt. “Hi.” Steve felt weird, knowing the tone of her voice. Loving. Caring. “Hi.”

“You were amazing!” She praised, curling into him. Billy stood a little straighter, pulling her in tighter. “See you for lunch tomorrow still?” Steve nodded. “Bye, Steve!”

“Bye, pretty boy.” They walked away together, her leaning into him. “Can I buy you a milkshake?”

They sat in Billy’s car outside a diner, sipping on milkshakes and sharing a large order of fries. He was being quiet. “You okay?” He shrugged, shoving another fry into his mouth. “Did your coach say something to you? I mean, I know I know basically nothing about basketball but you basically carried the game.”

“You are the only person who has ever come to a game for me.” He said, turning his head to look at her. “That can’t be true. I know tons of girls who-”

“That I wanted to be there.” He clarified, kissing her cheek. She smiled, leaning over and nuzzling into him. Y/n woke up to a shriek many hours later, her mom in the door. She had no clue why her mom had shrieked until a shirtless Billy rolled onto his side, the weight of his large arms no longer on her. “Shit.” She whispered. “Hi mom.” She grumbled. At least they weren’t naked. And had fallen asleep on top of the covers. She got dragged out of her room, rubbing her eyes. “Who the hell is that?!” Her mom hissed. “Boyfriend. His name’s Billy.” The scowl etched into her mother’s face deepened. “It was 11:30 when we left dinner last night and Billy gets locked out at 10:00 so I thought he could stay for a bit. I’m sorry.” Her mother, also an omega, felt an overwhelming sympathy much like her daughter felt for the boy. She just couldn’t help it. She peaked in the door. “Very pretty.” She mused, smiling at her daughter. “You sure pick the pretty ones, don’t you?”

“Thanks.” She left the door open, Y/n flopping back in her bed. “What just happened?” Billy’s groggy voice entered her thoughts. “I think my mom called you hot.”

“Well, duh. Besides that?”

“I for some reason didn’t get a new one tore into me.”

“Don’t even have to be awake to be charming.” She snorted. “Sure, Babe.” He wrapped his arms around her. “You got any food in this place?” She nodded. “My mom’s probably making pancakes right now.” Her heart started pounding, Billy nuzzling into her absent mindedly. She blushed pink, purring a little involuntarily. He kept going, the alpha in him liking the reaction. She giggled when his arms wrapped around her and squeezed tighter, wanting her closer. She turned over and kissed him, tucking her head under his chin. She suddenly saw her alarm clock. 11:15 AM.

“SHIT!” She scrambled to get up, grabbing clothes out of her closet and running to the bathroom. She was dressed in jeans and a soft pink sweater. He had no clue why it did something to him. He got up and watched her do her makeup before she rushed around trying to find some shoes. She pulled on flats, grabbing her purse. “Come on!” She dragged him down stairs, Billy putting his boots on as she flew around the kitchen. “Thanks, mom.”

“Come back anytime, Billy! Just let us know first.” Her mom teased the young alpha, smiling as her daughter dragged him out the door. “Sunshine, what’s up?”

“I’m sorry. I promised Steve we’d go to lunch today and I don’t want to be late.” She kissed him. “Please be safe going home.” She said, voice softer. She handed him the Tupperware container with chocolate chip pancakes. “I’ll see you Monday?” He nodded, pressing his forehead to hers. She stopped, smiling and reciprocating the bump. “You don’t want to leave the princess waiting.” He teased, Y/n rolling her eyes and running off. Steve was sitting on the front steps when she showed up. She waved as he walked over, turning down the radio as Steve got into the car so she could talk to him. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Thanks for picking me up.”

“Sure.”

“Want to go to the next town?” He nodded, thinking it would be nice to be away for awhile. Steve ordered a savory crepe and coffee. Y/n ordered an omelet and chocolate milk, like the adult she was. “So, what did you wanna talk about?” Y/n prompted and took a sip of her water, hoping she may get further explanation as to what had happened between them. “I-um...I’m sorry about what happened.” He says softly, reaching over and grabbing her hand. “I really do love you, you know.” Y/n felt her chest tighten. “Steve…”

“I know, I know. I just don’t want you to feel like I never actually had any feelings for you. I think the reason I was so quick to accept is because it felt like I’d finally be getting validation for what happened in November.” She nodded, Steve playing with the hem of his shirt. He confesses that he’s gonna work up the courage to leave Nancy and Jonathan. “I feel like a friend they make out with sometimes. I don’t feel like I fit.” She nodded, understanding how it must feel odd despite being the alpha, beta, omega triad. “I get that.” She gives his hand a reassuring squeeze. He sighs, both thankful when food is set in front of them. They end up sharing food like they always do, asking for a strawberry crepe once their lunch was gone. “So what’s it like dating Billy?” Steve had his opinions about the blond but wouldn’t voice them because Y/n was his best friend. She shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. “It’s only been a couple weeks. He’s nice to me. He’s been scenting me a lot, which I didn’t realize alphas did because I’ve only ever been with you.” She had a little smile on her face. Steve didn’t realize how jealous this conversation was going to make him. He should’ve seen it coming. Y/n thought about Billy, what they did together as a couple. It was mostly laying around and watching movies or doing homework together. “He headbutts me sometimes. Not like that! Like, gently. It’s sweet.”

“I hope you’re aware that all I can see Billy doing his ramming his skull into mine that one time.” She winced. “Sorry.” He shook his head. “It’s kinda funny to think that’s how he shows his affection. Ramming his face into you.” She laughed with him. Billy was definitely rough around the edges (and in the center), but he could be sweet as she was learning. “He has freckles. They’re so cute.” She mused, Steve trying not to grumble because he had also seen them and yes they were cute. “There’s this alpha that works at the radio shack that reminds me of Jason Patrick.”

“Really?” He nods, biting his lip. “I was thinking about asking him to come to one of our games.” Y/n took a pause. “I think that’s adorable, Steve. But don’t you want a little time to yourself?” He shrugged. “Not really.” She nodded sympathetically, remembering how all over her Steve is even when they weren’t and aren’t dating. He never gets the contact he wants from home so it makes since that Steve feels lonely. “Well, I’m always available for nights when we make a ridiculously big nest, eat pizza and watch hot alpha movies.” She teases Steve, a blush painting his cheeks. “I could use one of those sometime soon.” He says, grabbing the check when the waitress puts it down.

Y/n dropped Steve off at home after a tight hug, ‘passing by’ Billy’s house and only seeing his car in the driveway. She parked a little down the street (she got the impression his parents wouldn’t be happy to see her car in their driveway based on how Billy talked about him) and knocked on the door. There was music blaring through the house, loud enough to be heard outside. She knocked again. “MAX, GET THE DOOR.”

“OKAY.” Max yelled back, annoyance laced in her voice. The door flew open, the red head a little startled. “Hey.”

“Hi.” Y/n smiled at her. “I brought that movie you wanted to watch.” Max had been talking about wanting to watch Puberty Blues for weeks now, Y/n snatching it up when she found it at Family Video. “I’ll make popcorn.” Max says, dragging the older girl in. The music is abusive to the ears, Y/n wincing at the volume. Billy was working out, Y/n slinking over to the radio and turning the music almost off. “DON’T TOUCH MY SHIT-.” He whipped around to see Y/n by the stereo. “Sorry.” She said sarcastically, smile on her face. Billy walked over, their noses touching. “Well, I guess you can be the exception.” He grabbed her ass, her yelping and pushing him away. “What? You are my shit.”

“You’re a pig.”

“You’re dating a pig.” She shrugged, the couple laughing. Max came into the living room, popcorn and ice cream in tow. “Leave, Billy.” Max demanded. “What, I can’t watch chick flicks?”

“No.” She said firmly, pulling Y/n with her to the couch. They curled up on the couch, Billy pulling his shirt off and walking into his room. The shower turned on, Max excitedly turning the volume up. Max was devouring popcorn, Y/n picking at a couple pieces, feeling sudden nausea. “You feel okay, Y/n?”

“Yeah, I just feel kinda nauseous.” As the water cut off, the feeling became too `much, Y/n running to the kitchen and getting sick. Billy came out of the bathroom and heard retching, hurrying into the living room. “You okay?” Max asked Y/n, standing on the edge of the kitchen. Billy pushed past her, pulling Y/n’s hair back. “Hey, you okay?” He asked softly, Max filling a cup of water for her. She shook her head, Billy rubbing her back. She sat back on her heels, taking the water from Max. “Thanks.” Billy sat down with her, Y/n sighing. “Sorry guys.”

“It’s okay.” Max said quietly. Billy helped her stand up, holding her close. “I think I’m gonna go home. I’m not feeling too good.” She said softly, Billy telling her he would drive her home if she wanted. “No. I need to take my car home.” She drank some more water, Billy asking if she wanted him to call her mom. She shook her head, saying she wanted to just lay down. “Here, let's watch the movie. I don’t think you should drive right now.”

“Okay.” She curled up with Billy on the couch, his wet hair cold on her skin. “Sorry Max. I was fine before I got here.”

“It’s okay.” Y/n closed her eyes and when she opened them again she was in a bed. She rolled onto her side, Billy’s scent washing over her. She wrapped her arms around one of his pillows, sighing softly. She felt a hand on her shoulder, turning to look. “Hi. You feel better?” Billy asked softly, trying to lay on the bed with her. “Yeah. What time is it?”

“8:30.”

“Oh. I should go.”

“Okay. Be safe, okay?”

“Yes, mom.” She teased, Billy kissing her cheek before she left. Billy climbed into bed and buried his face in his pillow, Y/n’s smell concerningly different.

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square-enix-headcanons · 5 years

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Your time warp love triangle headcanons for KH were great! Could we maybe get something similar for Chocobros? Like a time warp where their main game selves and their older selves after the 10 year gap end up in the same universe, and they are both falling for the same person. If you have time or are interested it would be cool to see for Ardyn or Ravus too, but no pressure. Your stuff is great!!!

Ardyn and Ravus are two of my favorites I’ll always have time for those jerks lol. For the Bros, I’ll do Main game and after the game ends and the world is saved; Ravus gets slightly Pre-Game and Post-Worldsaving; for Ardyn, I’ll do main game and his past self from before everything went to hell.

Noctis

Both of them are really surprised, but like... Very lowkey about it

Older!Noctis is probably more surprised than Main!Noctis. If only because, well, Older!Noctis knows that this guy is him from the past - Main!Noctis can at least try to convince himself it’s just a dude who looks really similar, or something

Older!Noctis explains himself to Main!Noctis though. There’s... Some awkward silence afterwards, because how do you react to meeting your future/past self??

Problem with wooing you here is... Neither Noctis is really all that skilled at it. He hasn’t really been all that interested in dating so far, so has pretty much no experience whatsoever

He knows the theory, sure, and he’s usually somewhat okay at human interaction in general... But dating?

Main!Noctis actually tries asking Older!Noctis for advice but. Older!Noctis really does not know any more than Main!Noctis does.

The first few dates are kinda... Awkward simply because of that. They’re pretty standard in a way; restaurant, maybe the cinema, etc. (Older!Noctis is more likely to pick a restaurant as the go-to spot, Main!Noctis more likely to take the cinema)

Until they relax a bit more about the whole thing, at least. The dates are still nice, since Noctis is a nice person, they just felt kinda stiff. But once they relax a little and basically throw out the script? Much nicer

Main!Noctis, for example, would totally invite you to just literally take a nap together. Or play games together. Stuff like that. Maybe even take you fishing.

Older!Noctis is more likely to suggest going for a walk or, again, take you fishing (He’s been in the dark for a while, so he kinda wants to go see the world with the sun up again)

When you pick one of them, the other one will accept it and wish you good luck, but probably leave. He might text occasionally, though

Ignis

Well. Seeing himself with those scars is… Unsettling.

Main!Ignis is very tempted to ask, but on the other hand not quite sure whether he wants to know.

He does decide to ask in the end; maybe knowing can help him avoid it? And Older!Ignis is perfectly willing to answer. Again, maybe if he knows early enough, some things can be changed.

Next question is what they should do about the fact that they’ve both fallen for you

They come to the conclusion that it should be your decision, obviously, and that they’re not really into the idea of really competing against each other

So instead, they both kinda just... Hang out with you. They’re both a bit more thoughful and/or romantic than they’d be with their friends (They might bring you flowers from time to time, for example), but other than that, don’t really ask you out on a date

(Pro of this situation: You get tons of amazing food because you’re hanging out with two great cooks!)

After a while, they confess to you that they’ve both fallen for you, though they assure you you don’t need to make a decision in any way now

By the time you do decide, you’re such a close-knit group anyway that not much changes. The Ignis you didn’t pick just takes it in stride, though he might try to get some distance for a while.

But you still hang out all together, and both Ignises still get along really well

Prompto

????????

First of all, super confused to be seeing… Himself. Crushing on the same person. What???

Y’all know that Spiderman meme? That’s exactly what they look like the first time they spot each other

They’re both sad they have competition in general (Despite being a total cutie, neither Prompto is all too experienced when it comes to wooing anyone), but at least the competition is only, well, himself.

It’s weird, sure, but Prom feels like he’s got much better chances against himself than he would against, say, Gladio

Both would have their go-to solution be asking Noctis (or one of the other Chocobros) to be a wingman... But how exactly are they supposed to decide who to help?? They’re technically both Prompto, right?

(They’d help the one whose time they’re in - If Older!Prom ended up in the Main time, we’d have Main!Bros helping Main!Prompto. If Main!Prompto got thrown into the future, the Older!Bros would help Older!Prom)

They don’t want to make their friends choose like this. Which means they’re on their own.

They won’t explain stuff unless you ask.

“Why does he look so similar to you?” - “Would you believe if I told you he’s me from the past/future?”

Their way of wooing you is pretty similar (Up to the point that the first idea pf both for asking you out is suggesting a nice photo shoot!). Sure, Older!Prompto is a bit more mature while Main!Prompto is a bit more excitable, but at their core, they’re obviously still the same person.

Regardless of who you pick, the other is willing to hang around as a friend, if you want to. Sure, it hurts to see you in a relationship, but at least you’re happy (and it’s technically still a relationship with him, which is... Nice, he guesses?)

Gladio

Huh, so he got some new scars, but other than that, he didn’t change that much

Both Gladios are somewhat competitive, so they decide they’ll just… Both try to impress you, and then let you choose

For fairness’s sake, Main!Gladio sticks to his shirtless look while Older!Gladio wears his Kingsglaive outfit, so you can easily distinguish them

And, well… Then they come up with cool stuff to impress you with.

Sometimes it’s literal competitions against each other, like armwrestling, or just generally showing off their skills and strength

But other times, they try going a more romantic route, like bringing you flowers etc

Both Gladios really enjoy dragging the other one when they’re with you, but in a rather friendly teasing way

“That kid, huh? Thinks he’s so hot with his shirtless look…”

“Well, he still looks pretty nice, I guess… For a grandpa”

At times, you might wonder if they actually want you to choose, since they are kinda having fun with their competition

They’ll both accept your choice, regardless of whom you end up choosing; the other one may stick around, or may not, but either way it’s no big deal

Ravus

Past!Ravus is somewhat disturbed by his lack of arm

That’s. That’s a pretty big change.

Other than that, while he’s surprised, he doesn’t really show it. The two of them do stare at each other for a while though.

When it comes to wooing you, they decide to just treat each other like a stranger. They do talk occasionally - Especially since Past!Ravus is really really curious what happened to his arm (Though Future!Ravus only gives cryptic answers) - But never about you

(The whole situation is just... Too weird otherwise)

So it’s not a direct competition; they don’t try to one-up the other one, for example. It’s just... Two very very similar guys both asking you out on dates.

Once you choose one, the other one will take a step back, but won’t leave completely; he may text you occasionally, and you might meet up from time to time, but he’s basically just an acquaintance

Ardyn

Well, at first, Past!Ardyn is mostly very curious - This is his future self, right? So he’s curious to hear what Present!Ardyn has to tell him

Until they get too close to each other

Now, Past!Ardyn is no stranger to the Starscourge; he’s marked by it, too. But that’s no comparison to Present!Ardyn.

Past!Ardyn actually flinches back at first. He doesn’t want to - in a way, Present!Ardyn seems just like another lost soul to be saved, like the other people he’s healed before - but there’s just so much dark energy emanating from him

Present!Ardyn chuckles and pretends to find Past!Ardyn’s reaction amusing. In truth, it hurts, deeply. It’s a reminder how deep he’s fallen, how deep the Gods let him fall, made him fall

Before that, Past!Ardyn tbh wasn’t sure how they should solve the whole thing. He’s never been in competition with, well, himself. And now he’s… Even less sure

See, on one hand, Present!Ardyn seems kinda threatening - That’d mean Past!Ardyn should try to woo you first. But on the other hand, Past!Ardyn has no idea how or why he ended up like this. What if you’re in even more danger with him, considering Present!Ardyn at least seems able to control his Starscourge? Or maybe they both should leave you alone in this case?

Present!Ardyn gladly uses the time Past!Ardyn spends doubting himself to chat you up.

That at least removes the last option. And Past!Ardyn does, in the end, decide to try and woo you himself. It’s still possible for him to avoid whatever fate had befallen Present!Ardyn, and Past!Ardyn doesn’t quite trust his future self

Despite being the same person (Ignoring that Present!Ardyn is kinda 1000 demons in a trenchcoat but shh xD) their ways of approaching you are very different

Present!Ardyn is very, very charming. There’s always a little hint of danger underneath, sure, but it’s hard to notice if you aren’t paying very close attention - And even then, who’s to say that feeling is right? He behaves like the perfect gentleman, after all.

Past!Ardyn knows what he’s doing, too, but he does seem a bit rough around the edges at times. Not necessarily in a bad way, either; it makes the whole thing feel very genuine.

It’d be rare to see them both together; they both have their reasons for staying away from the other one as good as they can

Past!Ardyn is, truth be told, somewhat scared of Present!Ardyn. Not much, but seeing himself like this is just unsettling

Meanwhile, Present!Ardyn hates being reminded that he wasn’t always like this. That there was a time when he still had genuine smiles, when all he wanted to do was help people, when he wasn’t more demon than man… But that time is long gone

Past!Ardyn might actually try to warn you about Presen!Ardyn. Not with the full details (yet), but a general warning that he isn’t quite who he appears to be

If you choose Past!Ardyn, Present!Ardyn will surprise probably everyone - mostly himself - and just leave you two alone. He doesn’t quite get why, but… As much as he’d love to be the one who’s with you, he also doesn’t want to hurt you. So he accepts your decision and leaves.

If you choose Present!Ardyn, Past!Ardyn will probably still hang around as a friend.

In either case (in the first one especially if you have grown fond of Present!Ardyn), given some time, Past!Ardyn will probably try to find a way to help Present!Ardyn with his, um, little Starscourge problem. After all, that’s what healers do

(It’s uncanny as heck for them to work together, though, and neither particularly enjoys the other’s company, but they can deal with it if there’s a good enough reason)

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nemrut · 4 years

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Epic 7 Progress

So, been steadily progressing still. Can’t really do the lvl 3 bounty runs on auto so mainly sticking to lvl 2 but that’s more due to the requirements on using heroes I hadn’t really built yet. Normal lots for example, seems rather necessary for the lich I think, but I am not gonna give him like 7 molas at this point, although I probably should. I kinda wanted to try the lots, a lots, cermia combo for a while but I am having the typical epic 7 problem of having too many heroes I want to invest in atm and not having nearly enough ressources for them all.

PVP wise, am still stuck in Challenger in arena. I could go higher, but again, it is just not worth the hassle atm. I regeared my Judge Kise so she does more dmg, my aux lots got a bit faster but on a whole, my cleave team is mostly unchanged, although I am using f.ceci more often nowadays. Against obviously fast teams, I just put four heroes with speed imprint on the team and have Vildred cleave through them. By now, I have enough gear to have a lot of heroes in actually good fighting shape. My Vildred for example doesn’t have great gear but it is still good enough to do good dmg on a squishy fast team if he outspeds them, especially with atk buff.

In RTA, it is a bit more complicated. I am challenger as well, but I am just not good at the drafting game. I guess I really need to sit down and plan teams that I can try to assemble, based on enemy first picks. I reached challenger last season, was close to champion, but am in gold atm, as i didn’t play that much this season. I still like it though. Am building units for it, mainly and I like having options. Mui for example, is surprisingly fun.

Two really interesting heroes are coming out, and I have good chances of getting both. Holiday Yufine is super fanservice-y, but she hard counters Basar like nothing else, so she will be useful against Basar defenses. She doesn’t seem to require that many molas. I will definitely give her 3 on her S3 so I reduce the CD but I am not sure I will max her S2 yet. Would cost a lot of molas, so we will see.

Her artifact seems super useful atm, especially for her. Since artifacts are not guaranteed drops, I hope I will be lucky on that front and get it before I get her at least once. I will probably keep going with rolls until i get the artifact at least once though, even after I got Holiday Yufine. The reason there being, even if Holiday Yufine is only okay there, in the future, there may come out a Warrior unit with an aoe S1 that is really good in which case this artifact would be invaluable on them and since it is a limited event artifact, well, it is either getting it now or in a year.

The other is Iseria Alter and she is just super well designed and I already love her. Now, I am close enough to pity since I tried and failed to get Ruele, Riolet and Arby but it will be a close thing. Hopefully, the shop drops more mystic medals so I get her or I get lucky.

Hopefully, I should get both, since I also have enough skystones to pity Holiday Yufine, but of course, I hope I get her and her artifact before it comes to that.

Next to getting those two and gearing them, then there are heroes I already own but haven’t really done anything with.

I really want to build Sigret for Wyvern. Atm, my team consists of G. Purgiss, Alexa, Chloe and SSB. It is reasonably stable atm, so I am hesistant. Sigret requires a lot of molas, but so do other units.

I also want to do something with Yuna. Had her for ages at this point and she seems fun to play with. I want her as both a buffer and a side dmg dealer so while she may not need as many molas as Sigret to function, she still requires some.

Right now, am saving all my molas for Iseria Alter, so that is unfortunate. She will be +15 though. no question about that. She will get my best gear and all the molas.

Melissa is a hero I have good gear on atm but she only has three molas and I feel like if I really want to use her, I would need to max out her s2 and s3. Her incoming buff is also pretty neat, so it is tempting but alas, the mola problem.

Other heroes I am lowkey interested in building are people like SC Wanda and SC Ras, who both seem useful in some cicumstances. I have built SC Carrot a few weeks ago and she is a lot of fun.

ML Roman also got a buff, so he is an option to build as well, but he still has such a boring design. Not to mention he also wants molas.

Honestly, I kina wish 4 star heroes would also have no mola requirements or it would be halved or something like that. The incoming 3 molas for max friendship is a nice enough start but while it may make some heroes at least usable, the mola requirement still stops me from investing in heroes that I just want to try out but who can’t function without molas.

Last point is the C.Zerato. I have him and he is definitely useful to me. Unfortunately, I do not have a c.zerato dupe, I even asked support, so, I would have to trade in my only c.zerato for another ML 4 star. And it is not that he sucks now due to his incoming nerf or bugfix. He is still great then, I feel like. Especially since i didn’t know of the bug and built him with effectiveness regardless. Just not too hot on his character and I kinda want either Assassin Cartuja for a more evasion based def team or Singelica for the whole reviver meta. Probably Singelica but then the question is, would she be more useful to me than C.Zerato is right now? Probably not so I don’t think I will take advantage of this recall event. Still sucks a bit though.

So, that’s it from me for now, game is still a lot of fun.

#epic 7 #epic seven

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cptnswidow · 5 years

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My ride home / Carol Danvers x Reader

Pairing: Carol Danvers x fem! reader

Plot: Pre-Carol’s powers.

You’ve had your eye on a certain blonde ever since you’ve seen her for the first time at Pancho’s bar and you later happen to be her ride home.

Note: I haven’t written a fanfic in like 5 years so excuse me for being rusty. Feedback would be well appreciated!

You smile contently and look around the bar. You’re sitting in you and your friends’ favourite booth at Pancho’s bar. Tonight it’s just you and your best friend though, as the rest of your friends had to work late. You didn’t really mind being alone with him, as you had just as much fun with the two of you as you had with three extra people. Besides, it’s been a while since you got to hang out with just him.

You see him speeding to the booth with three drinks in his hands, clearly struggling to not drop any.   ‘Coming throough!’, he shouts.

‘Damn! Look at that talent!’, you laugh. ‘I know, I know. Thank you, thank you.’ You take one of the drinks from him and place it on the table.   ‘OK, so I got you two drinks as I wasn’t too sure what mood you were in. Now that I come to think of it, I probably should’ve asked you this before getting the drinks…’, he says, evidently intoxicated by the many drinks he’s already had.  ’That’s fine, I’m still going for the non-alcoholic one though.’   ‘Whaaaat? Y/N is not going to drink her signature drink?’  

You furrow your eyebrows. ‘And THAT would be my signature drink?’ you say, eyeing the beer in front of you.   ‘I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that, Y/N.’   ‘What’s thAt supposed to mean?’ you raise your hands and rest them on your chest to show just how offended you are.   ‘Just shut up and chug your beer, loser.’

You roll your eyes at your best friend, staring him down unamused.   ‘You know, I am our ride home tonight… If you want to get home safely you’ll have to stop tempting me, dude.’   ‘As if you can’t handle just ONE beer.’, he looks at you in disbelief. ‘I’ve already seen you do it a few times without you even having to bat an eye.’

 You smirk at that and make a bowing gesture.   ‘Miss “beats you at any drinking game whatsoever” at your service.’   ‘I would say that’s nothing to be proud of but... you’re right. You absolutely should be proud of that.’   ‘Thank you. But in all seriousness I’m not going to drink anything tonight. Besides my trusted friend, iced tea, that is.’   ‘Suit yourself.’, he says as he’s sipping his drink. 

Pancho’s bar has always been your friends’ and your’s go-to bar. There was just something about it. Maybe it were the affordable, yet great, drinks, the music, or maybe even the pinball machines you and your friends played at every single time. It definitely had nothing to do with the hot girl you’d seen a few times.

Not at all.

Okay maybe every time your friends proposed to go to another bar, you succeeded in persuading them to go to Pancho’s, just so could see the girl. Although the chance you’d see her every time you went wasn’t that big, you just had to take every chance you got. You didn’t even know her name. What you did know though was that she looked adorable when she was singing songs at the top of her lungs at karaoke nights and that she always wore that brown jacket of hers that made you not want to take your eyes off her. The latter was quite inconvenient as you were trying to stay as lowkey as possible. Thank god you were good at being subtle and never got caught staring. Yet.

You looked around the bar a bit more and, to your greatest pleasure, saw her standing there with her friends, around the pinball machine. She was wearing her hair loose, which was her best look, you thought. It was a hot night, hence why she wasn’t wearing her usual brown jacket, which you excused her for as soon as you saw her veiny arms and hands. You started thinking you might even prefer seeing her without her jacket from now on.

‘Let me show you rookies how it’s done.’ you hear her say with a smug smirk on her face.

She gets behind the machine and inserts a coin to start the game. Then, she suddenly catches you staring and you quickly turn your head, pretending you were listening to whatever your friend was saying, because you thought that would make the staring less obvious (fyi: It did not. If anything, it made it even more obvious).

‘Do you see it too, Y/N?’ 

‘See what?’ you say absentmindedly, thinking about how exhilarating those two milliseconds of eye contact were.

You wanted more of it, so you looked at her again and saw her with a smirk still plastered on her face from the short encounter.

‘She obviously wants me! That’s what you’re supposed to see! Could you please at least pretend to be a good wingwoman?’

‘Who, what, where?’ you say, while still having your eyes glued on the girl. You know she knows you’re staring. To prove your point, she bends over the machine, leaning on her left leg, which almost forces you to let your eyes wander to her ass. She then glances back at you, winks and returns to her game as if nothing even remotely happened. You feel your cheeks burn up as you watch her playing with the machine.

‘That girl next to the pinball machine, obviously’, he says, pointing at the group of girls. ’The one with the brown hair and green shirt.’

You take your eyes off the blonde girl for the first time since you’ve spotted her to search for the girl he had described.  ‘Wait, I don’t see her.’, you say squinting your eyes at the group.

’Oh my god open your eyes! The one next to Maria and Carol.’

You look back at him in confusion ‘Am I supposed to know who those names belong to?’

He rolls his eyes ‘Yeah sure. Because you obviously don’t know who Carol is, because you haven’t at all been staring at her since you’ve sat down in this booth.’

‘Hey! That’s not-‘, you start defending yourself before he cuts you off.

’Sure, Y/N! Whatever you say, Y/N!’

So Carol is her name. Good to know. Definitely suits her.

He then gets up from the booth in one smooth motion.

‘Duty calls!’, he smirks, pointing at the girl with the green shirt who had just nodded in the direction of the bathroom, telling him to meet her there.

‘Meet me in the car in 20 minutes. I should be done by then.’, he says without looking at you and continuing his trajectory.

‘Uh okay then.’, you chuckle and shake your head at him.

‘Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!’, you shout back at him as he turns the corner to the bathroom.

You take another sip of your drink and look back at the pinball machine. The group of girls is still there, only Carol isn’t.

Confused, you look around the bar and try to find her. You find it strange since the friend she’s always with, which you just learned was called Maria, is still there. After 30 seconds you give up and suppose she’s just gone home. You would’ve hoped to to talk with her, as you were alone for the first time since you’d seen her that time a few months ago.

You sigh.

Next time, I guess.

You take another quick sip of your drink and get up from the booth. You decide to just wait in your car, with some music to keep you company.

As you exit the bar, you scan the parking lot to see if maybe Carol was hanging out there. She wasn’t.

You reach your car and as soon as you dive behind the wheel, you pop in your new Nirvana CD. You roll down the window and start singing along to the first track, tapping your hands to the rhythm on the wheel. You figure people hanging around the parking lot could see you dancing and singing along, but you really couldn’t care less. You rest your head on the headrest and close your eyes, enjoying the music.

’Good taste in music you have there.’, you hear a soft yet powerful voice say.  Your eyes snap open and see Carol leaning on the open window looking at you with that suggestive smirk of hers pinned on her face.

‘I love Nirvana too. They’re great.’, she says, trading the smirk for a smile. You had never seen such an ironically innocent smile. It was so beautiful and automatically made you smile too.

‘Yeah they’re pretty great. I picked up my copy today, so I can listen to it whenever I’m on the road.’

Without another word, she straightens up and walks around the front of your car, with two fingers tracing the hood. You watch her as she reaches the passenger door, opens it and pops down on the seat.

‘Mind if I stay and listen with you?’, she asks as she keeps the door open, waiting for you to give a positive answer.

’No, of course not! My friend is off banging one of your friends anyway, so I’ve got time to kill.’, you shrug.

‘Let me guess. Girl with the green shirt?’, she asks, while closing the door.

‘Yeah, how’d you know?’

‘Ah good for her. She needed that.’

’So you’re the kind of friend that pushes their friends into the arms of dudes they don’t know?’, you ask as you position yourself to completely face her, with one hand holding the headrest and your right foot resting on the seat.

‘No! I mean, apparently….?’, she says glancing up to the right. ‘But in my defence, I only suggested your friend so I could talk to you. So this is really all your fault.’, she shrugs and nods at her statement.

‘Oh okay I see how it is!’

‘I’m kidding! Obviously kidding! Except for the ’so I could talk to you’ bit though.’, she says, slowly tugging on her lower lip.

‘Really? I thought the same, but I didn’t see you in the bar when he left, so I thought you’d gone home.’

‘Ironically, I had just gone to the bathroom. I soon heard I was no longer welcome there though.’, she chuckled.

‘I’m so sorry you had to go through that.’, you say laughing along.

‘Anyhow, my name is Carol.’, she says after a while.

‘Y/N.’, you extend your right hand for her to shake.

As she shook your hand, the thing you’d only seen in dumb romcoms happened. Your touch felt electric. You stared at each other for a moment, which, to you, confirmed that the feeling was mutual.

She pulled your hand towards her and put her left hand on your cheek. You immediately responded by putting your left hand on her waist before she pulled you in for a kiss.

Her lips were softer than you’d ever imagined them to be, which you did quite often. You were still holding hands from the handshake, before she positioned your hand on her waist and swung her right hand around your neck, so she could have a tighter grip and pull you closer.

After a while, you break the kiss and see a gentle smile grow on her lips, where once yours lay.

Her eyes flicker to your lips and she pulls you in for another quick, yet soft kiss.

You then and there decide 20 minutes have passed since your best friend left you.

‘Do you want to continue this at my place?’

‘Hmm.’, she hums in agreement.

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