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90gemini · 3 years

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Falling Up 🌇 Steve Rogers x Reader AU

Summary: A meet cute on a morning train between pediatric intern Steve and reader.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: big crowds, just too much fluff ngl

A/N: hope this makes you smile, i really love this AU, might be a part 1 of a whole series:)

Every single morning, as if on cue, approximately two minutes before my train leaves the station near my apartment, I come to the realization that if I do not get into full sprint mode right that second, I will miss my train and then be late to my first class and then have to walk in embarrassed while everyone is already inside and then proceed to feel embarrassed over it the entire day. So, considering the fact that I never seem to make myself leave the house just a few minutes early, for the past three years that I have been going to college, almost every morning I run into the train the last moment before the doors close completely out of breath, and have to subtly work on composing myself much longer than I am comfortable to admit.

Yet today, without even realizing, I got out of my apartment solid seven minutes earlier than usual. My roommate and I were so engaged in our conversation about the events of last nights party so we walked out together still invested in the drama which left me pleasantly surprised with the time I was left to spend before my train leaves after we went our separate ways. The extra time opened a whole lot of opportunities for me, almost made me believe I should wake up earlier every morning and not leave for class at the last possible moment. So, with the 420 extra seconds I got today, I managed to actually dig my earphones out my bag, plug them in and wait for the train with the sounds of my morning playlist filling my mind.

Inside the train, when I wasn’t preoccupied by catching my breath but also, even more importantly, focusing on not making it too obvious I was out of my breath, I became very much aware of my surroundings, noticing everything and everyone around me.

There was a girl sitting down right across from where I was standing, she looked about my age and she held a little baby in her arms, slowly rocking it and I noticed the way she was looking totally spent but the moment her baby made this cute laughing sound, a smile spread on her face completely overshadowing the exhaustion in her eyes. Next to the door was an older woman not so subtly judging everyone who was sitting down and has not offered her to sit and right next to the door was a man sitting down and sleeping like a log. I had the urge to wake him up and ask him when he has to get down or if he has already missed his stop, but in all honesty, it was too early in the morning for me to be considerate like that. While continuing to carelessly look around, my eyes landed on something that opened drawers in my memory I did not even know existed.

It was a book cover. A simple white background featuring a boy with frizzy hair who was flying over a drawn-on city with the words ‘Falling Up’ in the middle. So many moments of my dad reading poems from that book to me before bed when I was a kid came up and instantly forced a smile on my face.

In my head, I started reciting the words to my favorite poem from that book, remembering my dad teaching me how to read with those poems when my eyes fell on the arm holding the book and the man attached to it.

And God, was I thankful for the boosted-up heating in the train this morning because that made him take off his leather jacket and throw it over his arm, leaving only a thin, too tight white shirt to cover his upper body and it worked amazing for me that the shirt wasn’t doing its job well.

I heard the sound of the door opening and saw way too many people try to make their way into the train making it way more crowded which pushed the mystery man to move closer to me. Not as close as I wanted though.

My mind was focused solely on him that at one point I wasn’t even aware what station we were at and have I maybe missed mine, but I found myself not caring at all. The point my eyes landed on his face I was basically addicted. His hair was a gorgeous mess, a bit outgrown but looking so good. And, oh my God, his eyes. I was so upset I am only seeing them under the fluorescent light of the subway because I am positive that it would be an out of body experience seeing them under the sunlight.

At that moment I was sure he was the most beautiful man I have ever laid my eyes on and was already cursing myself because I knew I was too nervous to talk to him and will regret that forever.

His lips would occasionally move into a small, barely noticeable grin while he was reading and every once in a while, his tongue would go over his lips leaving them all full and glistening which led to a whole new set of unholy thoughts entering my brain. And his fingers, the way he flipped over the pages was just so-

‘’May I help you somehow?’’ I was snapped out of my trance by his voice and met his eyes that were looking into mine with the coldest, most unimpressed expression as if he was in front of the most annoying person to ever grace the Earth.

‘’Shit, sorry,’’ I apologized quietly and pulled out one earphone to hear him better because no matter how rude it looks he is going to be right now, his voice was just heavenly. ‘’I zoned out when I saw that book.’’ I pointed to the book in his hand and his eyes followed the direction my finger was showing as if he was surprised I wasn’t staring at him but at the book. I was most definitely staring at him though, but I don’t plan on revealing that. ‘’My dad used to read it to me when I was a kid so just seeing the cover brought back too many memories. Sorry.’’ I said in a soft voice and gave him a forced smile hoping he was not going to talk to me again because I really don’t want to be yelled at by the most attractive man alive at 7.23am on a Tuesday in the subway.

‘’You know this book?’’ his voice broke the short-lived silence between us, making my head snap up to look at him again and I was met with a much softer face adorning an adorable smile. ‘’You must think I’m so weird for reading poetry for children.’’ He let out a small laugh which was, without exaggeration, the greatest sound I have ever heard in my life.

‘’No, I think it’s cute.’’ A sly smirk found its way on my face as I felt my usual confidence come back now that I knew he wasn’t planning on yelling at me.

‘’So, you think I’m cute?’’ The smirk on his lips, on the other hand, was not as subtle as mine was as he turned more towards me, quickly closing the book and focusing his eyes on my face.

‘’I didn’t say one thing about you being cute, I was talking about the book.’’ I lied to keep my cool even though cute truly wasn’t the first word that came to my mind when looking at him. It would be something more in the neighborhood of I-would-drop-on-my-knees-for-you-right-this-momentor whatever.

‘’Okay, so you don’t think I am cute?’’ he leaned closer and licked his lips instantly sending shivers down my spine. This man is too much for me to handle right now.‘’Because I think you are really cute.’’ He whispered loudly enough only for me to hear and moved away a bit to fully appreciate my flustered expression because he obviously was aware of the exact effect he had on me.

‘’Well, I guess you aren’t that bad yourself.’’ The fact that I was not literally falling apart in front of this god cosplaying as a man is still not something I can understand. ‘’And thank you.’’ Saying that my voice got super quiet, and I could see him grin proudly at my reaction.

‘’You are welcome,’’ he didn’t finish that sentence and looked at me asking for my name.

‘’Y/n.’’

‘’Y/n.’’ he repeated and stepped closer to me with an excuse of letting someone else pass and giving them space. ‘’That is a real pretty name.’’ I smiled to say thank you and looked at my feet for a second to get myself together.

I didn’t even run to catch this train yet I’m still out of breath.

‘’I am Steve by the way.’’ He stretched out his free hand in my direction but not for one second broke the eye contact between us. ‘’It’s so nice to meet you, Y/n.’’ God, just to hear him say my name was killing me.

‘’Nice to meet you too, Steve.’’ I connected my hand with his much larger one and was painfully aware of the fact he must have heard the soft sound I made the second my skin first touched his.

‘’So,’’ he continued while slowly pulling his hand from mine. ‘’do you like poetry in general, ‘’he lifted the arm with the book and nodded towards it. ‘’or is it just this one book you like?’’ he asked with so much interest in his voice making me absolutely thrilled he was keeping the conversation going.

‘’I love poetry.’’ I kept my answer short because forming decent sentences was a though job while looking at this man and seeing the way he was looking at me.

‘’What kind?’’ he adjusted in his spot somehow that he was even closer to me, leaving basically no space between us, yet to everyone else it seemed normal because the morning rush in the New York City subway never was famous for the spaciousness.

‘’About love.’’ I said softly and witnessed his expression changing from the cocky, overconfident one he had on, to a completely soft one.

‘’Same here.’’ He replied and as if he can do it on cue, looked even more deeply into my eyes. ‘’I like reading about how people feel things I have never felt, it lets me to feel the emotion without risking being hurt.’’ He confessed to me and I couldn’t believe a guy that has such a hard exterior is ready to share that much emotion after talking to a stranger in a train for only a few minutes. But I was thanking all the gods he was.

‘’That’s much deeper than my reason for loving it.’’ A small smile appeared on his face as he looked at me to continue. ‘’I just like reading about love and watching movies about love and basically everything about love. Makes me feel all warm around the heart.’’ He let out a small laugh reminding me why it’s my new favorite sound. ‘’That must sound so cheesy.’’

‘’I don’t think it’s cheesy. I think like it is really nice to love love.’’ he said matter-of-factly. ‘’It’s cute.’’

‘’So you are calling me cute?’’ I looked at him with a raised eyebrow as he let out a huff once again leaning all into my personal space.

‘’I am. I have once before too.’’ He whispered near my ear and I know he knew just what he was doing to me.

‘’What poets do you like the most?’’ he moved away leaving me upset over not feeling his breath on my neck anymore.

‘’I don’t read a lot in English.’’ I fumbled with the edge of my jacket and lowered my eyes to focus on my boots because his face was way too distracting. ‘’My dad is not from here and I got the gene for loving poetry from him so most of the things I read are in his mother tongue because it’s really the only way to keep myself from forgetting it.‘’ Making a mental note to call my dad tonight because it’s been too long, I suddenly became extremely aware that I am sharing so many personal information about me with a random man I met on the subway. ‘’So yeah, most of the poets I read, never got international fame so you unfortunately didn’t have a chance to hear of them.’’ I felt a dash of electricity go through my body when he put his hand under my chin tilting it up so we can once again face each other.

‘’Don’t hide that gorgeous face doll.’’ Dear Lord, I can’t believe I might actually die on a train because of a hot, poetry reading guy. ‘’I’d love to read some of that poetry you like if it is translated.’’

‘’I don’t know if any of it is translated but you can check, I can write down some of the names for you.’’ I said quickly really happy that he wants to read something I will recommend, still recovering from that ‘gorgeous’ comment.

‘’I don’t have anything you can write it on, we can just-‘’

‘’Oh, I have a piece of paper to write it on to, it’s no problem.’’ I interrupted him while flashing him another smile and started digging through my bag for pen and a paper only to have his hand stop mine making me look at him with confusion written all over my face.

‘’I was thinking something more in the lines of you writing your number in my phone,’’ he took his phone out his pocket and directed it at me. ‘’then I can text you and we can meet up so you can tell me more about those poets and maybe translate some for me on the spot if you want to.’’ The smile was evident on his face when I took the phone out his hand and started writing my number into it.

‘’I would really like that, Steve.’’ I gave him his phone back with a smile a bit too big for the cool persona I was trying to present myself as.

‘’Well, I am really looking forward to it, Y/n.’’ he returned the big smile and focused his eyes on my face once again.

‘’Can I ask you something?’’ I looked at him curiously.

‘’Anything, doll.’’

That nickname is going to kill me.

‘’How come you are reading poetry for children?’’ he left out a chuckle and gazed over the book in his hand.

‘’There are two reasons, actually.’’ He shifted from one leg to another and started talking kind of nervously. ‘’Firstly, this book is something I always come back to for some reason. My grandma bought it for me when I was just a kid and I reread it for too many times, so I always go back to it because it’s safe. Something like playing Friends in the background because there is nothing else to watch but it always makes you feel good, you know?’’ I nodded and he continued. ‘’Second is that currently I am interning at the pediatric wing at the hospital downtown and kids love me reading these poems to them so I always find a few I think they would like the most when I am getting to work in the morning.’’

‘’That is really amazing, Steve.’’ I put my hand on his forearm and looked at him with so much affection in my eyes. ‘’Those kids must feel really special having you read to them, it’s really heartwarming you do that even though you don’t have to.’’

‘’They are going through too much shit, if I can make it any better for them, I will.’’ How pathetic is it that talking about kids with this guy I met literally minutes ago, makes me think about having his kids?

‘’That is really too sweet.’’ I had plans on saying so much more to him, but I heard the automatic voice announce how my station is next. ‘’Shit I have to go; this is my stop.’’

‘’Oh.’’ He said and I swear I could hear some disappointment in his voice. ‘’I guess I will see you again?’’ he asked as if he is not sure if that is going to happen.

‘’You most definitely will see me again.’’ I looked at him fondly again and I don’t even know what force gave me the confidence to do so, but before making my way to the door I got on my tip toes and kissed his cheek.

‘’Bye, Steve. See you soon.’’ I said while walking away from him but still keeping my eyes on his as I saw him put his hand on the place I kissed him with a small smile on his face.

‘’See you soon, Y/n.’’ Was the last thing I heard before exiting the train, completely sure that I won’t be able to focus today in class.

But I don’t mind.

really hope you enjoyed this, any comment on it would truly mean a lot!<3

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #doctor!steve #chris evans x reader #steve rogers imagine #chris evans imagine #steve rogers x you #chris evans fluff

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nekowriteshaikyuu · 4 years

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- mistletoe with middle blockers -

𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒 , 𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕠 , 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕦 ,

— slight nsfw, fluff, not proofread

word count : i’m so lazy to copy and paste so uh..alot u^u

a/n : it was so difficult having little to no connection at home, but all’s good now ! anyways this was pretty last minute but nonetheless, i hope you guys enjoy this !! decided to create this after impulsively buying the christmas dlc for mystic messenger aksksk. also i tried to write for more than one person so yeah, do give me any feedback so i could improve:) ngl writing kuroos’ is so heartwarming, his one is the best out all three uwu (that’s why is a little longer lolol) anyways enjoy and merry christmas !!

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𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒 𝕜𝕖𝕚

he’s not really into christmas because of the blinding lights that littered everywhere, so he often stays home

his house is no where near festive so you’d hang some decorations every single day you come over.

on christmas itself, you saved the mistletoe last to kind of give off a finishing touch

tsukki would just mock you when you constantly jump to hang the mistletoe by the door, in the end he helped you and sighed because he know what’s coming.

“yaay !!” you threw your hands up in the air, eyeing on the last deco that was put up. tsukki leaned by the door, hands crossed over as he stared blankly on the floor. inching a little closer, you looked at him with your gleaming eyes, hinting him.

“i’m not kissing you.” he said coldly, walking away from the door to the kitchen. you pout as you trail along behind him, begging for even just a peck on the cheek.

“tsukki please ~ it’s christmas !!” your arms cling onto his as you rubbed your head onto it. tsukki wasn’t reacting much but inside, he’s dying by how adorable you were to desperately beg for a kiss. he wouldn’t mind kissing you, but he know very well that the minute his lips touch yours, there’s no way it will end then and there. he sighed as he took a sip of water, slowly getting annoyed by your constant whine and you pulling his sweater.

“stop pulling my shirt.” you eventually let loose before stomping into the room and closing the door shut, the mistletoe dropping to the ground. tsukki slowly made his way back and noticed the fallen mistletoe. picking it up, he opened the door slowly before hanging it back. you sat on the bed, face smooshed into the pillow as you laid completely still. he sighed, before walking up to you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out.

you groaned, trying to pry from his grip but only for him to tightened it. he stopped by the door, having a moment of thoughts

“you don’t have to do it, i’m not asking anymo-” you couldn’t finish your sentence before tsukki turns to face you, cupping your cheeks and pecking your lips. you stood there, your face burning up and turning red. tsukki pushed his hair backwards before picking you up and throwing you to the bed.

“i knew this was gonna happen, you’re gonna accept it no matter what.” taking his glasses off, he glared down at you, his brows furrowing.

what a night you could say ~

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𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕦

this guy- istg.

any mistletoe, like any, EVEN THE ONES PLACED INFRONT OF A BUSY MALL, he’d sneakily give you a kiss.

your face will burn like hell but aint gonna lie though you liked it alot

he’ll go out to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you close to him, giving you a very long and passionate kiss

so long sometimes people just awes the both of you and wish you both the best of luck (you’re face will be as red as a tomato by now)

every year, he’d always hand you a gift after kissing below a mistletoe, just to spice things up (what a gentleman uwu)

maybe this year...i guess you could say you’ll never forget this year’s christmas. ever.

walking around the mall with your hand intertwined with your boyfriend’s, it was the most romantic date out of all the dates you’ve went with him. you could have spent your day at his place, binge watching every christmas movie he downloaded online. but he felt a little special and decided to bring you out to see the lights and do some shopping here and there.

you stopped after eyeing on the huge christmas tree deco that was centered at the mall. you pulled out your phone, dragging kuroo in as you snapped pictures of the both of you with the beautifully lit tree as your background. you heart melt as you take short glances to your boyfriend who was smiling as you snapped the pictures. after a few takes, you switched the camera around to take pictures of the lights and your surrounding. you were so engrossed with the atmosphere you weren’t aware of what’s was anticipating upon you.

you felt a hand gripping onto your arm and pulling you back. turning, kuroo only smiled before his eyes looked up. you followed his eyes to see the little plant hanging above the both of you. your cheeks grew red, knowing very well that he’d devour your lips even if you both are in public. kuroo took your phone from your hands, pocketing it into his coat. his hand snaked around your waist, while the other cupped the side of your cheek. his face slowly inched closer to yours, feeling the tip of your noses touching each other. your eyes were shut close as you felt his soft lips colliding with yours. as per usual, the kiss was slow, passionate, filled with love. you could hear couples behind aweing the both of you. a rush of embarrassment started to creep upon you, making you try to pull away from the kiss. it only made kuroo deepened the kiss, his grip around your waist tightening. after a solid seven minutes of endless love, he broke it off, his eyes looking straight into yours. you gave him a weak smile, still slightly embarrassed that this all occurred in public. he tucked your hair that was covering your face, lifting your chin up slightly higher to see your every feature.

“i love, y/n.” he said cheekily. you only lightly punched his chest, before saying it back. he took a step back away from you, pulling a small black box from the inside of his coat. oh my god. is this really happening? is it what you think it is? you watched every move he did, where he got down on one of his knee, slowly opening the box revealing a diamond ring nicely tucked in the sponge placed inside. a swam of people soon crowd around, some with their phones out recording.

“my dearest y/n, spending my high school years with you till this very day has never once been a bore to me. every moment, i cherish it. every memory, i kept it secure within my heart. you are my everything, and for that, i want to create more memories with you, each better than the one before. “ he took the ring out the box, reaching out for your hand.

“y/n, will you marry me ?” you could the lights reflecting from his eyes, his smile never leaving his face. everyone crowding around slowly waited for your respond, some clenching their hands into each other in hopes of this public engagement to be successful. you giggled, a tear shedding from your eyes. you looked at kuroo, stepping a little closer to him, before nodding with a smile pasted on your face.

“i would love to.” the crowd was cheering, applauding as kuroo slipped the ring onto your finger. he got up from his kneel, pulling you in for a hug. you sighed in relief as you bury your face onto his chest.

“god, this is embarrassing !!” you screamed into his chest, bringing him to laugh while caressing your hair.

hands down, this was the best christmas day ever.

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𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚

honestly, he has never once walk by a mistletoe.

n e v e r

either he avoids it or just pays no attention to it

with that, he doesn’t get why couples kiss in certain locations that has a small plant hanging above them.

you thought you could use this as an advantage to get him to give you a little kiss.

you went to the deco shop and bought a mistletoe, hiding it in your bag as you went back into the dorm he was living in.

you waited for a perfect time before you could pull it out and kiss him

but i guess not all plans work out, huh ?

“satori !!” you cheered as he opened the front door, his smile growing just as you arrived. he let you in, closing the door behind him before plopping back in bed, reading his weekly shounen jump magazine. now is the perfect time. you quietly took the mistletoe out of your back, tiptoeing you way behind tendou who was busy reading. you held the mistletoe above in between both of you, preparing youself. you cleared your throat loud and clear for tendou to hear, which worked and he turned around.

you inched closer, eyes close as you slowly move closer to tendou to kiss him.

“wakatoshi ?” he said before moving out of your way, making you fall face flat onto his pillow. you groaned, turning to realise wakatoshi was standing at the door. tendou walked up to him, conversing away as you lay on the bed, upset that your plan did not work. you toyed with the mistletoe on your hand, tempting to throw it away. you were downplayed the idea of kissing him. despite dating him for over 5 months now, he never really showed much affection aside from hugs or just head pats.

after a while, ushijima left the dorm after handing tendou a gift. tendou turned to see you in the midst of chucking the mistletoe in the bin, which caught his attention.

“oh ? isn’t that the plant thingy that couples kiss under ?” you were surprised he knew despite not seeing one is real life. he walked over to you, taking it from your hands and observing it. he was mesmerised, fondling with it for a while. he placed ushijima’s gift on the table before resuming to inspect the little ornament.

you started to grow a little annoyed that we was taking too long playing with it. your hands were crossed and one of your knee popped out as you spoke in a very cold manner.

“look, it’s trash, just throw it out.” to your surprised, tendou stretches his arm that was holding the mistletoe up high above, before his lips pecking yours. his sudden action kind of caught you off guard. you could not react fast before he smashed his lips back to yours, a hand snaked around your waste to pull you closer. your hands cupped his cheeks as you slowly melt from the kiss. you’ve anticipated this long enough and now you got it.

tendou broke the kiss, chucking the mistletoe straight into the bin before pushing you down to the bed. he hovered above you, his hands caging you. he lowered his body closer to yours. you shiver slightly which made him grin from your reaction.

“you were hoping for this weren’t you, hmph?” he whispered to your ear. this was a whole new side of tendou you’re experiencing. however, you were rather fond of his more dominant side, instead of his cheerful loud side he portrayed since the beginning of your relationship.

your noses touch, his lips slightly brushing over yours. he got back up, removing his shirt before tossing it to the ground and caging you back with his hands.

“i guess our christmas is gonna be a wild one, huh?” he giggled before nibbling on your earlobe.

i’ll let your imagination roam further~

but let’s just say, you were satisfied at the end despite your plan backfiring<3

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kuroo-shitsurou · 3 years

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Conditioner (Juban)

note: ngl i think i made them a bit ooc here but SDGJAGF pls i just cant they make me so happy

word count: 1.4k

"Yuzo-san was brutal as ever today," Taichi whined as he got out of the bath.

"Good. Somebody needs to remind this troupe to buck-up or else we'll get overshadowed by the others." Sakyo shifted his glasses, eyeing how tired the rest of troupe members seemed to be. His lead role in Ginji wasn't as difficult to play, given that he already had a yakuza background, but he knew how much the others struggled with their roles. Seriously, how the hell are the yakuza related to hotdogs and juicy weenies or whatever the hell Taichi blabbed about earlier?

"It wasn't that hard, really." Banri piped up from the couch.

"Easy for you to fuckin' say." Juza muttered under his breath.

"Try sayin' that to my face, will 'ya?"

"I said-"

"So! Anyone up for some meat skewers tonight? There was a great sale at the market earlier." Omi spoke up to break the tension between the two. It would be a headache dealing with them if they went full-on brawl mode.

"Ooh, that sounds good!" Taichi could already feel his stomach rumbling.

"In that case, I'd better hop in the shower real quick so I can get started on dinner." Omi moved his gaze to where Juza stood, "Come on, Juza."

Juza gave a small grunt of approval, still glaring daggers at Banri.

"Why must you two always act like such children?" Sakyo pinched the bridge of his nose.

"We ain't children. You're just old."

Taichi snickered at this comment from Banri until he saw the menacing aura that Sakyo emitted.

"The hell did you say to me?"

Taichi prayed for Banri's soul.

"What's that, Juza?" Omi eyed the pink bottle Juza was toying with in his hands.

"Muku got this for me earlier today. He said it was conditioner."

"How nice of him. I never really took you for a guy who uses conditioner. No offense."

"Nah, you're right. I normally don't, but it wouldn't hurt to try it once in a while. It'd be a shame if it went to waste anyway."

Omi chuckled as he rinsed the suds out of his hair, "Thoughtful as always."

Juza felt a faint blush form on his cheeks as he massaged the sweet-smelling conditioner through his locks.

"'S whatever."

Juza and Omi finally exited the bathroom to see Banri teaching Taichi how to properly solve a rubiks cube.

"So then you turn it here, then here, then twist this part up, and you got it." Banri's fingers were quick to solve the cube perfectly.

"Banny I asked you to teach me, not solve it for me!" Taichi wept crocodile tears.

"Ah, my bad."

"Omi! Juza! You're finally back! Can't wait to taste those meat skewers." The redhead happily greeted the two who were fresh from the bath.

"I'll get started right away. Come help me out for a bit, Taichi."

"Sir yes sir!" Taichi made a beeline for the kitchen with Omi happily humming behind him.

Banri and Juza felt an awkward pause in the room before Juza moved to sit with Banri on the couch. Not beside him though, he was at the opposite end from where the blond was sitting.

He didn't know why, but Banri shifted in his seat and fidgeted with the rubiks cube in his hands; Messing it up and then reassembling it again.

"'Grats on practice today," Banri was sure that there was still leftover water in his ears.

"What?"

"I said 'grats on practice, you deaf fuckface." Was that a blush on Juza's face? "Yuzo-san barely gave criticism on your part for the yakuza shtick. That doesn't mean you'll be top dog, though. I'm still gonna beat your ass."

Banri snickered, "As if. I'm gonna steal the show and have you eat my dust." He turned his body just enough for him to be facing his roommate, "Thanks, though. Whatever, I guess."

His nose picked up an unfamiliar scent; It was sweet and light, which was surprising, since Omi said he was going to be cooking something far from sweet tonight. His eyes wandered to Juza, who was drying his hair with a towel.

"What're you lookin' at?" Juza scowled.

"N-Nothing," Banri stuttered, and he mentally cursed himself for doing so.

"D-Did you use something?"

"Haa?"

"A new shampoo or something," Banri chose his words carefully to pretend like he didn't give a flying fuck about Juza (which was quite the opposite, actually, but Banri would rather die than admit it).

"Wh-? Yeah. Muku gave me a new conditioner." Juza quickly looked at the pink bottle again, "Bubblegum. Eh."

Banri felt his breath get caught in his throat. How the hell was he so cute and dumb at the same time?!

"I see."

Banri had this incredibly dumb idea. It was going to satisfy the burning desire building in the pit of his stomach, but it was also absolutely dumb. It was going to give him a sense of fulfillment, but it was also unbelievably dumb.

And you know what? Maybe Banri Settsu was dumber than he initially accounted for.

"You're doing it wrong." He spoke up nervously, to which Juza cocked his eyebrow at.

"The hell are you-"

Before Juza could even finish his sentence, Banri was already up and behind the sofa, with Juza sitting directly in front of him. He grabbed the towel from Juza's hand and started to twist his damp locks between the fabric.

"Settsu, what in the actual fuck are you doing?" Although Juza's voice was laced with venom and despise for the blond, he made no move to dissuade the other from stopping his actions.

"You're drying your hair wrong and it's annoying me." Banri's reply was quick and quiet. He focused on getting Juza's hair dry.

Banri's mind went blank. There was just one word running through his brain right now.

Soft.

Juza's hair was incredibly fucking soft.

This was the first time that Banri had a feel of Juza's hair right after he got out of the shower, and he hated the fact that it was so soft to the touch. You'd think that his hair would be all rough and dry and spiky with the amount of gel he uses. Maybe it was the conditioner? He silently thanked Muku for that.

The soft texture of his luscious purple locks mixed with the intoxicating scent of bubblegum made Banri's head spin. This was bad.

On the receiving end, Juza was confused and... embarrassed. When was the last time he had someone dry his hair for him? Maybe when he was back in grade school? And for his rival to be the one doing so? This was so weird... and yet, so comforting.

Though he wouldn't admit it, Juza liked how Banri's fingers massaged through his scalp. He liked it how Banri would ruffle his hair with the towel. He liked it how Banri gave his full and undivided attention to him, and him alone.

"There," The male's voice called to him, snapping him out of his daze.

"A-Ah, yeah. Th-Thanks, I guess." Juza coughed to hide the blush on his face.

"Do it right next time. It's annoying when you do it like a dumb kid." Truth be told, there was nothing wrong with how Juza was drying his hair. Banri just wanted to touch his hair. As if he'd ever say that aloud.

"...And what if I don't do it right next time?" Juza's quiet voice ripped the smirk off Banri's face for a split second. It was so fast that Juza's brain didn't even register it happening.

"Guess I'll have to show you how to do it until you get it right." For a brief moment, Juza thought that Banri was smiling at him. A soft, calming smile. Nah. This was Banri Settsu; Annoying, loudmouthed, disgusting, cute (?), calming (???) Banri Settsu. He wouldn't smile at him like that... Right?

"Dinner's almost ready!" Omi called from the kitched.

"Hey! Omi told me that we should call for the others!" Taichi came bounding towards the two, oblivious to the tense atmosphere between them.

"Yeah, I'll call the left wing." Juza stood from where he was seated, annoyed at how wobbly his knees felt.

"I'll go right."

"I'll go with you, Banny! Hey, why do your hands smell like bubblegum?"

"Shut up, Taichi!"

Juza snickered lightly to himself as he went to knock on the dorm rooms.

He needed to thank Muku for the conditioner.

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serenedash · 3 years

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I started rambling about my experience with kh and then it turned into khux and then it just turned into me rambling about Ryou and my art journey????? enjoy I guess,

it’s very long but there’s art in there :)

It’s funny to think about my kh journey as a whole tbh, I grew up watching my mom play video games, which included kh1 and 2. I wasn’t allowed to play the playstation2 we owned BUT I did have a gameboy so the first game I played was CoM (after my mom finished it ofc,) so I guess you could say I’ve always been passionate about kh “””side games””” lmao but I did fall off of kh very quickly bc again, I wasn’t allowed to play our PS2 and also I Am A Terrible Gamer I’ve Never Finished CoM I’m sorry you all had to find out like this, but then 358/2 came out when I was in middle school and!!! I didn’t care and I didn’t play idk why lol

Anyway, fast forward to high school I’m like 15 and my older sister, who HAS been keeping up with kh, has a wallpaper on her phone of roxas and ventus. And bc I haven’t kept up I say “nice roxas wallpaper” and she says “thanks but it’s roxas and ventus” and I proceeded to get so mad that I was determined to prove to her that her wallpaper was just roxas twice and then I fell down the BBS rabbit hole and suddenly I was reading about vanitas and then I’m reading the fan translations of the BBS novel and I’m crying??? I am sobbing???? and that’s how I actually got into kh for real lol we are vanitas stans before we are people,

It’s so funny how I thought I was some kh super fan, knowing all this stuff that I spent so long reading and rewatching cutscene movies, but I never once, SOMEHOW NEVER ever came across khx. It’s so absurd and bizarre I seriously have no idea how I never once encountered khx prior to khux. I suppose that has to do with the fact I wasn’t involved in the fandom? In early high school I had stepped away from fandoms as a whole and I didn’t have any interest in really posting content or interacting with fans anymore bc of how burnt out I was from a previous fandom,

but khux released! and I was so hype and excited for it! on launch day I was a senior in high school, I had ran around to every “nerd” and weeb I could find in school to ask them to join my party and fun fact about me is I have crippling social anxiety I literally refuse to start conversations irl so holy shit I was OUT HERE doing the MOST

My player just originally had my name (Matt) but everyone in my party had fun names so Ryou was born! High school was one big yugioh phase for me and ryou bakura is one of my favorite characters ever so it was just the logical name choice lol I quickly started creating Ryou, the character, as well. I was also leaving my homestuck phase and that + vanitas obsession made This character design (art circa 2016)

If y’all are familiar with my kh oc’s you might notice that keyblade now belongs to my kid Monty LOL

Anyway that got scrapped quickly for the chip and dale outfit (which is where Ryou’s trademark goggles are from <3) Goggles have been a staple of my character designs for a LONG TIME so like, it had to be done, (that’s a separate ramble about a separate oc tho)

OG Ryou was an interesting guy; he was a young party leader with this overwhelming responsibility on his shoulders bc of his status as a party leader. In his original story, he also struggled heavily with darkness, much like Terra but for Ryou it was more that the darkness was controlling him and not like a source of power like it was for Terra

A big part of early Ryou I kept, however, was the crushing awareness of loss. One of my party members (the strongest one at the time,) had left without saying a word and I was very confused and hurt. This was around the time the ephemera plot was happening so I decided to incorporate it into Ryou’s story; having him experience losing a friend to darkness since it’s so normal for wielders in Daybreak Town to just disappear, and this would unintentionally become a theme for both me and Ryou as khux friends would just randomly disappear.

I was desperate for khux at this point and I decided to watch the fan translations for khx and GOD, god, was I obsessed. I couldn’t stop thinking about the foretellers. And I’m not going off about that here bc I already did that, but I actually started entering fandom again! I did it slowly, I started on tumblr before this blog was made altho it was me sending anons to the few khux related blogs I could have lol a friend convinced me to get twitter where I got involved with the ffxv fandom, which led me to the kh fandom and eventually the khux fandom there which is what REALLY got me going on khux.

I joined discord servers, most of the servers I’m in are khux related, and from there I joined the khux oc rp (shout out to anyone there who might be reading this lol here’s some art from the beginning of the rp,)

It’s SO FUNNY how the RP influenced me so heavily. I hadn’t RP’d in YEARS, I used to have a strict no oc rp policy, but here I was? And the funny part is, I had barely developed Ryou. I had scrapped his original story and all I had was POST WAR Ryou so I literally had to reverse write him; I had only ever written him as a depressed, guilt ridden adult, but it was a fucking blast and I have such fond memories of this rp when it was active,

But anyway, this encouraged me to get more serious about art! I started drawing, writing, cosplaying, and roleplaying when I hadn’t done any of that stuff in a very long time. The first time I ever drew a background was for a deviant art khux competition actually LOL

also! I always think extremely fondly of the drawing I did of Aced in the keyblade war. It was also one of the first backgrounds I ever drew and it felt like my real starting point in the khux fandom. It got a ton of notes on here and someone wrote a tiny fic in a reblog which just made me SO HAPPY like it really felt like people were noticing me :) I was going to draw a matching Ira but!! I just never did!! One day tho, it’s on my art bucket list to redraw this along with Ira,

Aside from my personal growth, khux was great for my social life ngl, I made SO MANY friends online and got to meet a ton of people irl over the years! It’s crazy to think about all the people I now know and talk to? It honestly makes me really emotional. I’ll never forget taking the train into NYC and meeting up with discord friends. Going to conventions and talking with people about the latest khux update? Absolutely insane and those were some GOOD TIMES, if I thanked every khux friend or even just person who made an impact on me then we’d be here for a LONG TIME,

Fun fact, for my Lauriam cosplay all I needed to buy was the wig I just owned his outfit LOL also? Probably retiring that cosplay ngl people treated me like absolute garbage when I wore him and it led to a lot of confidence issues for awhile ngl. That’s probably one of the only memorable negative experiences I have with khux; it was great when khux people recognized me but for kh fans that weren’t in khux? They were FUCKING MEAN??? fuck kh fandom at large, I only care about khux fandom,

This leads me to another huge part of my experience in khux fandom: THEORIES!! I used to write SO MANY and oh my god my brain was so full all the time. It was a huge appeal for me in the fandom; I had been previously writing theory posts in the RWBY fandom and it just migrated over to khux for me lol I had done a ton of theorizing around Lauriam tbh, it was really the only reason I liked his character at all bc initially I did not care about the dandelions, anyone who wasn’t Skuld I was like “please leave Now thanks”

A funny part of khux fandom I never intended to be apart of is the MEMES, I really only started doing memes as stress relief bc college had me so busy all I had time/energy for was these quick little shit post drawings.

The first meme I made, file name “invi despair” LOL we need to get her a girlfriend smh anyway, I think in my senior year of college I did a bunch of rapid fire memes all in one month bc the stress of finals was getting so bad afdgfhdgf as far as I know my impact on this fandom will be my memes bc all I do now is enter a kh/khux server and introduce myself and I go “yeah I draw art. here’s a meme” and everyone goes OH YOU, honestly I am nothing if not a clown

I’ve talked so much idk where I’m going with this. Khux is just a good game even if the gameplay actually kind of really sucks yknow lol but it was the first game I played where I like, REALLY got into the meta and the mechanics. I used to read so much on the mechanics and watch youtube videos on which medals were worth pulling for. I was never a whale or a top player exactly, but I could rank well if I tried lol I’ve made it to the top 100 for solo rankings, my party has made it to top 10, and in pvp I’ve made top 300. I’m not the highest level in my party but FUCK do I know how to manipulate this game LOL

And with all that hard work, the strategies, the theorizing, the content I’ve made-- it’s been my life for 5 years. I’ve logged into khux almost every single day. At the end, I have logged 1820 days in khux out of 1910 days. Kinda crazy. Crazier I’ve never spent money on khux either lol the only “money” gone into it was one time my mom gave me a google play store gift card and I used it on my birthday for a VIP xemnas medal which eventually made it to regular pulls anyway but it was nice and a little treat :)

I’m not a gacha fan, I don’t care for it, so I don’t think I’ll be touching another gacha again. But for kh? This was pretty fucking awesome, even if it sucked a lot sometimes LOL It was worth it for the people I’ve met most of all I think. I would honestly be a completely different person without khux and that’s REALLY insane to think about.

#the khux hyperfixation is REAL #but yall knew this about me #there's so much more I could say but it's 2am and this is long enough already #im rambling

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chaoslaura · 4 years

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Angst 35 for willex

Angst 35: “ I loved you. I loved you so, so much, but you hurt me.”

You really went to my messages and said ‘here I’ll give you a challenge’. Because this fic was the hardest for me to write yet. I needed days just to come up with an idea. I asked some people and they all had amazing ideas (special thanks to @chanihobbit) and then I settled on this. Ngl I made myself sad writing this and it has the most unhappy happy ending.

But here it is. Some warnings for Underage Drinking (for americans).

Read it on AO3

Alex and Willie didn’t meet long ago when Alex was taking a stroll along the beach promenade with an iced coffee in hand, clearing his head after an unpleasant morning in the Mercer household that would’ve left him screaming if he didn’t walk out the door.

Watching the people around him go on their own missions, alone or an arm hooked in someone else’s. They all had their reason to be out here today just like him and it calmed him to know he wasn’t the only one to walk this path right next to the sand with his own thoughts and story.

Unbeknownst to him a skater was not too far behind him, taking up tempo and enjoying the wind caressing his face, his long hair flying wild around his face.

For a short moment he couldn’t see anything as the hair blocked the view in front of his eyes and then he crashed into something with his whole body, or rather someone he learned quickly when that someone groaned under him with pain and then more with indignation for being run over.

Alex experienced a gay panic moment how Julie had said it when Alex retold the story to the band later that day at practice, unable to keep what happened to himself. Not when he met the most good-looking guy on earth, “Honestly, you guys won’t know what I mean if you don’t see it yourselves. He could be a model for all I know.”

It was a start for a friendship and months later, only after the band pushed him and gave him an hour-long pep talk, did Alex got the courage to confess his feelings. As it turned out did Willie feel the same, since the beginning, but he didn’t want to force himself on Alex, taking it slowly in fear or scaring Alex off.

It was easy with them all going to the same school and sharing their free time, all not living too far away from each other. The band and Willie got closer as well and not just Alex got a liking to Willie. He was around much more often as he didn’t really have a friend group before, joining for band practice and cheering them on.

Afterwards he and Alex would go for a walk with Willie’s skateboard and just talk, gazing at the sunset before Alex had to go home and they met again the next day with a peck on the lips and a sweet smile etched on their faces.

Willie was often alone in his too big home, with his parents gone almost all day long and no one else around to keep him company. He often invited Alex over to not let the loneliness consume him as it did sometimes the years before. They would cook together and watch movies, Alex would tease him for his bad taste in action movies and Willie would sit through every romantic romcom Alex showed him just to see a smile on his face he could gaze at from the side when Alex was too enraptured to notice him looking.

The remaining time they would lie side by side on his bed as soft music was playing in the background, staring at the ceiling and talk. Like they did on their walks and their dates on the beach and various museums. They were good with talking, able to tell each other everything without fearing rejection they so often had to undergo with their families.

Willie confided in Alex about his family and his fears, not knowing what to do after school, wanting to be free and just see where the world takes him, maybe going more into arts or staying in the music industry.

He had started a job at a record company not long before he met Alex and it was nice. He got the money to buy more art supplies to paint his boards, he could buy Alex little presents, it was good, but he wasn’t sure yet and Alex assured him he would follow along with whatever Willie decided for his future.

They may not be same character wise, but Alex friends couldn’t deny how good Willie was for Alex, calming him in ways the other needed years for, they just got each other without needing too much words, reading their emotions from their demeanour, how they would eat their breakfast or simply which shirt they wore that day. It was almost their own language, not the same Alex had with the band.

On one of their many band sleepovers they talked about the future and Julie said she definitely wanted a wedding someday with Ray walking her down the aisle and she was sure she would cry because her mum couldn’t be there for her big moment but all of them would be invited so she had enough of her favourite people around her to feel whole.

Then Reggie had said Alex could marry Willie someday and Alex could just blush and sputter, because this was ridiculous, right? Right? They were all 18 now on their last school year with the future in their hands but he hadn’t thought about that kind of events in their lives yet. Willie and he had been together for 2 years now and everything had been slow with them, just how they had wanted it, it was them. But it did sound nice, he couldn’t deny.

He could say with confidence that the thing he had with Willie was serious and they talked about moving in together as soon as they had the money for it after school, escaping their homes and building lives of their own. With each other. Together they were stronger and needed each other the same as Alex needed the band.

They were so close to graduation and the band was successful, gaining attraction and gigs and they were so close to getting a breakthrough, they worked so hard it was tangible, just a bit more and they had reached their goal. They were working day and night, Luke keeping writing all the time, his head overflowing with ideas and inspiration, Bobby and Reggie helping him with chord progressions and harmonies, Julie giving input in lyrics and the flowing of words, and Alex was there to keep them together with his steady beat.

But then came the crash. Bobby was gone. Nobody knew what happened, there was no fight, no sign, no hint, he was just gone. From one day to the other. They came into the studio and his guitar was gone along with all his suspenders and laces for his boots. The loft without his changing of clothes, no toothbrush in the little bath when he was too lazy to trot up the path into the house after a sleepover.

When they asked Bobby’s grandparents living in the house next to their studio, they said Bobby moved to live with his father on the other side of the city, had planned it for months now.

Needing a day to let it sink in what they learned they weren’t wiser than before. Why wouldn’t he say anything to them? He couldn’t just go, leave the band and not say a word. Their last exams were over so they wouldn’t catch him at school and apparently Bobby didn’t want them to know where his father lived so with sadness in their eyes his grandparents didn’t tell.

Bobby didn’t answer his phone, might have changed his number and it was all so confusing. They were a guitarist short so close to their big gig and it was frustrating. The offers they hoped for never came, they hadn’t been good enough without Bobby, they were on square one again.

It took them a few months to get over the initial hurt but the aching in their hearts stayed. Bobby wasn’t only a bandmate of them, he had been a friend, a very good friend to all of them. Offering advice and a shoulder to cry on, participating in Reggie’s and Luke’s pranks and dumb midnight ideas when neither could sleep, easing Alex when he was anxious before a presentation, talking with Julie about missing their mums, having experienced the same, and when Willie walked into the picture he put a hand on his shoulder and welcomed him into their friend circle without batting an eye.

So for him just vanishing into thin air like a ghost, was so unlike him.

But eventually they had to move on without him. They took gigs even though their sound wasn’t the same without Bobby, searching for a new guitarist so they could take up their plan again and gain success even though they started 10 steps behind.

Band circles and friendly meet ups were weird at first but the whole period after finishing school was weird, having to find their footing in a new world.

Moving in as a band had been without a question after that whole thing brought them even closer together. Even though it had been Alex and Willie’s plan first they had to postpone. So they huddled together in a too small apartment for the four of them, working whatever job they could get to get the money for rent together, scraping by every month just like that.

Willie was still with his parents. Saving up for an apartment just for him and Alex, they had talked about it. They desperately needed more privacy just for them. Reggie crashing their movie dates, Luke sitting in the kitchen with them when they cooked together, Julie staying for their talk session, it could get frustrating when they needed some alone time.

Willie had been over last night for movie night and stayed afterwards like almost every night now as his relationship with his parents had gone down the drain. The space was scarce, but they managed, cuddling closer with their noses touching when they faced each other, stealing kisses every now and then until they drifted off to sleep, waking up as a tangled mess, the blanket wrapped around them.

The others would groan when they sat together at the breakfast table, talking sweet nothings in each other’s ears and giggling like they had only gotten together last week and not act like and old married couple the rest of the day.

All band members had work to do and left Willie on his own for the day, envious of his day off, while he was relishing in having the flat for his own to do whatever he wanted.

When Alex had finally gotten home slightly exhausted from talking to customers all day long, he was ready to fall into his bed and take a nap with Willie until Luke came home and started complaining about his day while sitting on Alex bed, ignoring the couple cuddling under the blanket and giving him annoyed stares. Luke wouldn’t leave until he was done, so much they had learned.

But when Alex entered with groceries in one arm, he heard Willie talking quietly, his voice subdued from the ajar door. Walking light footed into the kitchen to not startle or interrupt Willie’s call, he put the bag on the counter and started unpacking. From the kitchen he could see a small strip of his room and from time to time Willie when he walked by that space.

It must’ve been a heated call, Alex could see Willie talking animatedly, flaring with his harms while he whipped his hair around in annoyance. Alex was ready to give Willie more time to finish the call before he walked in to say hello and draw attention to him but then he heard something that made his blood freeze up, stilling in his movements, egg carton holding halfway in the air.

“Yes, I know, but – No, I said to you – Would you let me speak please? – Caleb hear me out, no you don’t – Caleb! I said I don’t want to have anything to do with Bobby – Ugh Trevor whatever I don’t care abo – oh my god could you just let me handle someone different, I told you back then I would never work with him and you promised me.”

Suddenly there was a noise behind him, and Willie stopped his walking to whip around and spot Alex in the doorway. Alex could still hear someone talking through the phone, the voice so loud the conversation could have only been an argument.

“Alex?” Willie asked with wide eyes, not having heard his boyfriend coming home and realizing his conversation could be heard through the door but knowing he had been caught in the act. “Caleb, I’ll call back.” Without waiting for an answer Willie hang up and let his hand with the phone in it fall down along with his shoulders, he looked almost defeated. “Can I – “

“Bobby, huh?” Alex interrupted his boyfriend. “I could assume it’s a different one, but your reaction says something different.”

Willie nodded slowly and crossed his arms in front of his body, going into his usual stance when upset, rubbing over his scar he got when he was young. Brushing the skin there whenever he needed comfort but couldn’t get in the moment, using the rhythmic motion as a mean to hold him grounded.

Looking up again to look into Alex eyes that conveyed only hurt he felt sick right away. It was never his intention to inflict any harm. But taking in Alex expression, it may be too late, and he had to live with the fact he himself did that to his boyfriend. “Alex, I – Can I please explain?”

“I’m not sure if I want to hear it if I’m being honest.” Alex voice was unusual cold towards Willie. They were always gentle to each other and this was a stark contrast, giving Willie whiplash from the sweet morning they had behind them.

Willie had hoped he could at least clear up the situation, he had to, make Alex understand. “We promised each other to hear the other out.”

Letting out a short dark chuckle Alex eyes pierced him down while he stayed in the doorway, kind of leaning against the wood but looking more tense than he let on. “Yeah, but we also promised each other to never hold any secrets and be honest with the other.”

It was silent for a moment, the words sinking in, Willie knew he was deep in shit, no way of talking himself out of it, his only chance to diminish the damage he had done.

Waving a hand in Willie’s direction Alex continued, “But okay, say what you want to say.”

Willie was more than relieved to get a chance to explain, taking a step closer to Alex, needing his presence near him but Alex held a hand out, making him halt. “No, you stay there. You stay there and start to explain. I stay here and listen and when you’re finished I – we’ll see.”

Swallowing once to get past the lump in his throat that dread had placed there, Willie searched for the right words. They had to be good otherwise Alex would never understand why he did what he did and why it all happened.

Clearing his throat, he started. “Okay, so, if you want to know everything, we have to go back a bit. Almost to the beginning of our relationship.” Oh how much Willie hoped this relationship would stay intact once he was done talking.

“You introduced me to your friends, and we all hit it off fairly well. I liked them and they all took me in not just as your boyfriend but as a friend as well and you guys started to invite me to your things. Whenever your friend group did something I was going now too and I had so much fun, really, you have amazing friends Alex.”

Daring to look into Alex face he could see him nod in understanding, but still waiting for the rest of the story so Willie goes on.

“It was on one of the parties we’ve gone to, honestly I can’t remember which on or what day it was.” Willie digressed, trying to waste time to gain more to find the right words, but he could tell Alex was growing impatient.

“Okay yeah doesn’t matter, anyway, I was in the kitchen and Bobby came in, he was wasted out of his mind and I got him some water and kept him in the kitchen so I could watch over him, but you know Bobby, when he’s drunk he eats your ear off and he started talking so much, first about nothing important but then he started to tell me about his family and how he missed his dad. I didn’t even know he was alive but I just nodded and hoped Bobby wouldn’t regret telling me anything in the morning.”

At the mention of Bobby, Alex eyes grew gloomy again, the aching in all their hearts still present, the way it never fully heals when a friendship brakes off, no matter how long it had been.

“But he didn’t stop with his dad. He told me how he hated seeing his grandparents growing old and how he had to move away anyways at some point when his grandparents couldn’t care for him anymore. Then he drifted to the band, talked about you guys. You have to know he really loved you, don’t let anyone convince you otherwise. He told me with such sincerity it was hard to listen to. But I guess for him this love had started suffocating him.”

Willie could hear Alex taking a deep breath from his place where he stood. It must be hard to hear all this at once.

“His words not mine, and he didn’t feel enough around you. He emphasised all your talents and I tried to get him to understand that he had that talent too, that he was in your band for a reason, but he just shook his head.”

While he talked Alex seemed to get sadder and sadder, for the first time hearing about Bobby’s inner turmoil, not once having said something to his friends at that time and that made Alex feel guilty, because what had he done to not gain Bobby’s trust, that he didn’t think he could confide in him or the others.

“What he said next made me worry first. He said he thought about quitting the band, more than once, quitting and going solo. Maybe it was because he felt he wasn’t good enough for you and would only drag you down or some other reason, he wasn’t clear. At this point I decided to bring him home because he was truly wasted and off his mind.”

“I brought him home and the next day he called me saying he wanted to talk. We met and he apologized for last night, apparently he remembered talking my ear off and was embarrassed cause he couldn’t remember what exactly he said. I repeated some of his words and he I swear to god he started crying. And after that we just kind of met up once in a while, just the two of us, talking about things and Bobby started talking about quitting again and I couldn’t steer him away from that, he wasn’t -”

“Okay, wait.” Alex interrupted him midsentence with a bewildered expression on his face, almost angered when it wasn’t for a few stray tears on his cheek, slowly making their way down. “He wanted to quit, and you didn’t tell me anything? So I could talk to him and make sure he knows how much we appreciate him?”

“Alex.” Willie said the name with sorrow, knowing it was too late now anyways to change anything about the past. “I wanted to; I really do. But Bobby made me promise not to tell anyone and I didn’t want to break his trust, he was my friend too, you know that.”

Alex sighed deeply but Willie knew that he understood that part as hard as it was.

When Alex didn’t say anything else, Willie picked up his story.

“We also talked about our future after school, like we all did, because it was scary, and I told him more about my job with Caleb and he was so interested from the first moment I should’ve known. It was pure coincidence that he met Caleb, I introduced Bobby and apparently they wrote with each other I learned at some point when I saw a mail from Bobby on Caleb’s computer. I asked Caleb about it, and he told me Bobby was interested in a contract with the company.”

“The first thing I did after that was walk to Bobby’s and confront him with it and we argued a bit and I thought that was it. Afterwards he didn’t talk about it ever again and Caleb didn’t mention it either. I really thought that was the end to it and your gig at The Orpheum was coming up and Bobby seemed normal, practicing with you and I wasn’t worried in the slightest.”

Willie’s voice grew a bit faster and louder to the end, his eyebrows furrowed. He had been so sure everything was going back to normal, but he had failed them all, foremost Alex in not confiding in him.

Alex knew as well as him what was coming now, at this part they were all on the same page. Willie now spoke with a small voice, waving his hands defeated in the air.

“So, you know, Bobby left and as soon as you told me I searched around at work and I actually found the contract, but I didn’t meet or saw Bobby, I swear. The last time I saw him was the same for all of us at the ice cream parlour.”

Alex took some measured steps, halting a mere few inches in front of him but Willie hesitated to reach out, being sure that Alex was still mad at him. “But why didn’t you say anything to us afterwards. You knew what Bobby was up to.”

“I thought-“ Willie’s throat was swelling up again as his eyes welled up, the hurt in Alex voice made him tear up and choke on his words.

“I thought now it didn’t matter anyways. He was gone and it wouldn’t help you feel any better when you knew he was building a career on his own and got a contract before you guys could score one even though you worked so hard for it for years. Besides that, I felt so guilty. If I knew sooner what Bobby had planned, that he would go through with it I would’ve tried to stop him or even tell you, but I didn’t. I could’ve stopped him, but I wasn’t able to and I thought you would be so disappointed with me or even angry because it’s my fault you lost a friend.”

Finally looking up at Alex when his tears started falling down his face, he didn’t make a move to stop them, now it was all out anyway. Now he had to wait for Alex to say anything, to judge him, weigh his words and then sentence him. Hopefully Alex wouldn’t be too harsh, even though Willie knew what he had done was equal to betrayal, the number one rule to not be violated in a relationship next to trust.

Alex dragged his hands over his face and then through his hair, biting on his lip before speaking up. His expression was unreadable due to the many emotions alternately playing over his face.

“I’m sorry Willie. I loved you. I loved you so, so much, but you hurt me.”

The use of past tense hit Willie hard. Alex could’ve slapped him in the face, and it would’ve hurt the same. It was hard to breathe after hearing it.

“I’m sorry, but I need some time. Just- give me some days.” He added and walked away from him back into the kitchen while Willie’s tears fell freely from his face and it needed every will from him not to stretch out a hand to prevent Alex from walking away from him, without a glance back.

He sniffled some more, not even trying to stop his tears, as he rubbed with a hand over his nose. He felt so cold suddenly as if all the warmth of his life was being sucked out with Alex leaving the room and leaving Willie standing there all alone, not knowing if Alex could ever forgive him. How could Willie know that Alex would really call him in a few days, maybe he will change his mind and break up with him, he couldn’t be sure.

He just knew he was supposed to leave the flat so he packed the few things scattered around the room and slowly made his way to the door, only seeing Alex back where he was hunched over the kitchen counter, head hanging low, no doubt crying too. But Willie wasn’t allowed to comfort his boyfriend and it shattered his heart. Without another word he left.

Willie dived full into work mode after his schedule was cleared, not having to make space for Alex anymore. And he would rather keep himself busy than lay in his bed with his head in the pillow and cry till it was wet with his tears. Now he could cry for a few minutes in the bathroom stall and then pick up his task like nothing had happened. Washing his face and then greeting everyone like he was good.

To his astonishment Caleb held his promise and Willie wasn’t paired with Bobby to work with. It would’ve been traitorous to meet up with Bobby while the wounds where still fresh and open for his friends and Alex.

The days Willie promised Alex to keep away turned into two weeks and Willie grew impatient. Just one message that was all he wanted and needed.

Surprisingly to him the rest of Sunset Curve had reached out and he met Julie, Reggie, and Luke, and they had talked things through. Willie repeated his story and he could tell his friends were hurt too but against his expectation were quick to forgive him. Understanding the situation Willie had been in. Breaking the trust of either Bobby or the others, there wouldn’t have been a happy ending for him either way, but Willie was frustrated it had affected Alex in the aftermath. The one person he promised to never hurt, and he went and did it anyway.

It was nagging at him day and night and the others were making sure he wasn’t falling in a hole too deep and Willie hoped they managed to do the same with Alex. Unless Alex was good at living without him, but Luke revealed that Alex wasn’t coping well either. Willie wasn’t sure if he liked it better hearing that.

One day Willie came home to the big house with his parents gone again and crawled right into bed. Exhaustion from work and life in general noticeable in his bones, desperate for some relieve in form of a nap. Too tired to make something to eat only for him, where was the fun in that anyways.

Wrapped up in his blanket and head pressed into the pillow he didn’t need to tell his eyes twice to close and he was ready to drift off when his phone suddenly ringed. Groaning he reached out with one hand to grab his phone from the nightstand, only opening one eye to take a glance at the caller name.

Suddenly both his eyes flew open upon seeing Alex written on his screen, sitting up and throwing the blanket off. Without hesitation he accepted the call.

“Alex?” Willie hoped it didn’t sound too hopeful in case Alex was crushing his feelings the next second.

“Hey. Willie? Can we talk?”

#julie and the phantoms #willex #alex mercer #willie jatp #jatp fic #mine #my fic

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Bang Chan// Sun and Moon (-light)// Chapter four

Summary: Sun and Moon, different from another, but both unmissable in the world. The sun is warm, it provides daylight. It represents life, strength and growth. The moon, the brightest and largest object in our night sky. It makes the earth more liveable and represents admiration, change, mystery and feelings. The sun is untouchable and unreachable, but what if his ,independent, sun(-shine) becomes his world? Tropes: Enemies to Lovers Season: Spring Pairing: Bang Chan X Reader AU: | Delinquent!Female Reader | Vice President!Bang Chan | School!AU | Non!Idol AU | Genre: Fluff/ Angst Word Count: 7,4K Warnings: Themes of bullying, Themes of Abuse, swearing, insults, Requested: Yes (Reference) A/n: For the sake of the fiction, Chan is a twat in the story (his mother is very unpleasant in the story/this chapter), but only for imagines/ fiction purposes only. We all know better than that.

Y/n groaned as she cleaned her fresh cuts. Her arms ached badly as she tried to reach for her lower back. She hisses when the cloth touched her open wound. She was used to the feeling of the damp cloth dapping her skin, making it sting in process. She missed Changbin’s help at times like these. He always helped her cleaning he wounds and wrapping her up in bandages.

If it was up to Changbin he would bubble wrap her so she would be protected at all times. As she was putting away the bloody clothes, she received a message from Chan, who had given his number to her the other day.

Chan: Hi! :] Chan: Shall we discuss our date at the tutoring sess? ^^ Y/n: Yeah sure! Chan: Ngl I have the perfect date idea (≧◡≦) Y/n: You’re not going to tell me what it is, are you? Chan: hehe nope (⁀ᗢ⁀) Chan: wear something easy/casual tomorrow! Chan: Also it will be warm, but there will be a little breeze, so bring a jacket! Chan: Don’t want you to get cold Chan: And otherwise I’m giving you my jacket Chan: Hehe (=^▽^=)

To say that Y/n was beginning to feel nervous was an understatement. She’s never been on a date before and didn’t know what to expect. Especially from Chan: someone she’s known for years, but never really hung out with.

Chan: Also, I’m taking you out tomorrow after the tutoring sess Chan: So, be prepared (/^▽^)/

She threw her phone on ‘her’ bed as she went to ‘her’ closet. She silently thank Changbin for taking her out shopping the other day before he left the country. She created a pile of clothes as she ripped everything out of the closet.

Hoodies were too boring to wear, especially on her first date she felt like. Her blouses could get dirty and she didn’t know what Chan was planning. So she had no idea what he was up to.

“Something casual.” She muttered to herself. She then came across a blue leather jacket that Changbin had to buy her, because she ‘looked so fucking good’ in it. She put a black shirt with it and black ripped years, some sneakers and she was almost good to go. Loving silver accessories, she put on a silver necklace with a small dumpling hanging off it, that Changbin also gave her, but for her last birthday.

‘Because you’re my lil’ dumpling.’ He grinned that day. ‘I thought you were the little one-‘ ‘Hey!’

It was Sunday and the two were back in the Library. Chan had explained to her how he would take her to the park where he had a surprise. Before she could even ask him what the surprise was, he had suddenly taken both of their stuff, put them into his bag and he then left. He told her to wait right there as he walked off to somewhere.

Y/n felt a little like she was about to be set up.

But she sighed in relief when Chan walked back into the library. She started to burst out in laughter when she saw that Chan had changed into different clothes. He was now wearing a leather jacket, a black shirt, making his outfit unintentionally match with Y/n’s. His silver chain that dangled from his belt was now visible, since he had stuffed his shirt into his pants. Causing his features of his chest to be slightly outlined.

“I’m here to pick up a special lady to go on a special date.” Chan chirped as he magically revealed a rose into his hand that he then handed over to Y/n, who couldn’t help but blush. “Why thank you.” She said extravagantly as she batted her eyelashes, making him chuckle. “Just play along.” Chan mutters whilst shaking his head and smiling at her. “Where you taking me?” She asks him as she followed him to his car. “A surprise my love.”

She didn’t know her heart could do a somersault, but it sure felt like it did. The nickname played with her feelings and she didn’t really know how to react to it, so she turned her gaze away from him and stared out of the window. In the hope that he wouldn’t see her flustered state.

“Here we are!” Chan said with a bright smile as he held the door for her. Y/n gasped as he had taken her to Yeouido Hangang Park.

The trees were in bloom with beautiful cherry blossoms, it was a view you just couldn’t take your eyes off. Especially in spring when it was just too lovely to not go outside. Y/n laughed when Chan revealed a braided basket and a blanket and pillows that he, tried to, hold. She rushed to him and took half of the stuff, before Chan lead the way to the perfect spot he had chosen. They were lucky since it wasn’t too crowded.

The two sat in silence after they had settled the blankets and the pillows. When their eyes locked, they burst out in laughter, because it still felt a little awkward. He got her attention when he gasped, muttering something about a thing that he almost forgot. Suddenly there was a plate settled in the middle of the two, and she burst out in another fit of laughter when Chan dramatically revealed the chocolate covered strawberries.

“But wait, it gets even better!” Chan chirped as he reached into the basked once again and got out a couple club sandwiches, which Y/n had to hold herself from squealing. He also brought juices and some games they could play together.

The date had only just started but Y/n felt like she would have a great time.

The time went quite fast as they enjoyed their time together on their date. Chan was very different on the date then he was at school. She had to remind herself that he was only acting like this because he wanted to give her the experience of an actual date, for some reason. She still hadn’t figured out why Chan did all of this, but at the moment she didn’t wanted to worry about that. She wanted to enjoy her wonderful time with the guy who she usually called annoying and a twat.

The sandwiched he had made were delicious as well. They were richly filled with chicken, lettuce, some tomatoes and a sweet, yet a little spicy sauce that gave the sandwich a twist.

“… I don’t believe you. You must’ve bought those.” She argued after finishing her sandwich. “I actually made them.” “I still don’t believe you.” She huffed playfully. “Alright, next time we hang out, you will come to my place and I will show you how much of a great cook I am.” Chan offered, sticking his hand out for her to seal the deal, which she obviously did. She believed him for the first time, but hey. Who would turn down a good deal for food being made for you?

The two also got multiple stare from other people who would pass them. Y/n and Chan looked like an actual couple, which made other people swoon over ‘young love’. The pair would just share a glance and start laughing at each other, because this must look ridiculously cute.

‘Who doesn’t want a date with someone like Chan? He’s handsome, he’s thoughtful, he’s- since when did I start noticing that?’ She asked herself as she caught herself swooning over Chan in her mind.

She looked at him as he was too busy reading the UNO instructions. Even when he was focused, he was still cute. His cheeks were a little puffed from eating and his lips formed a small pout as he tried to understand the rules of the game they wanted to play.

Y/n didn’t notice how Chan had been shamelessly staring at he as well. He claimed that the light made her appear more beautiful than she usually looked, that’s what he tried to convince himself at least. He knew she wasn’t ugly, she was far from that. She had a particular kind of beauty that seemed to attract him. Maybe it was the fact that she showed him a different side of herself, only to him at the moment. She opened up to him and that made him feel attracted to her. As if she was only showing her true self to him.

He couldn’t deny that he didn’t like it, because he felt quite honoured to be exact.

As she munched on one of her strawberries, she was talking and he noticed how warm she could be, whilst she spoke about her love for cherry blossom trees. It made her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside and she loved spring in general. “Me too! It’s so colourful and beautiful.” Chan exclaimed, causing Y/n to ‘flap’ her hands in excitant. “I love spring, but Autumn is also amazing. It’s nice and chilly and the perfect weather for-“ “-sweaters!’ “Exactly!” She exclaimed happily, not ever thinking that she would bond with Bang Chan. Someone she highly disliked not even a month ago.

“Let’s take some pictures!” Chan offered, making her look at him in confusion. “What? Everyone does it on their dates!” Chan chirped as he stood up, only for her too keep staring at him as he moved around. “C’mon!” He laughed as he signed for her to stand next to him. She slowly got up and shyly stood next to him. He was smiling brightly into the camera, whilst Y/n on the other hand, her face behind her hands shyly, causing Chan to smile even brighter at her cuteness. “C’mon, show your face! You look great!” He complimented, making her slowly drop her hands as she smiled towards the camera, tilting her head a little towards Chan, making it almost seem as if she was leaning onto his shoulder.

The two would look at the pictures and pick out the best ones. The pink background made the picture look even better and Y/n couldn’t help but stare at the.

Later the pair starts to talk about music they liked and eventually Chan got out his Air pods and gave one to Y/n, so they could listen together. They would sit closer together as they enjoyed Chan’s playlist, which mostly was made of Ed Sheeran songs, which she liked listening to, since they gave the mood some softness.

“Do you want to listen to something? We’ve been listening to my playlist-“ “No it’s fine, we have a similar taste in music I guess.” She giggled as the song shuffled to another love song of Ed Sheeran’s. Chan smiled to himself as he looked to the ground before he got up on his feet.

“Can I have this dance my love?” Chan asked as ‘Perfect’ was playing through the Air pods. She laughed and took Chan’s hand that was stuck out to her. He held her by her waist as he pulled her closer to his body, moving slowly in sink on the beat of the music that was softly playing. The pair didn’t dare to look each other in the eye. Instead she had her head rested on his chest, his head resting slightly on hers.

He hoped that she didn’t feel his heart racing, he was so nervous to take her out. He had been acting confident, but he was shaking in fear to be honest. She looked absolutely gorgeous and he reminded himself to compliment her more on it, because she was one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen and known. Chan looked down at Y/n when she moved slightly away from him. His heart was beating harder in his chest as she looked him straight in the eye.

They stopped and stared at each other, feeling like the world had stopped for a moment and it was only the two of them. But in reality, they were being watched like a stalker by Sooyun. She was studying in the library as well and was planning on talking to Chan when he walked away from Y/n. But to her surprise he just passed her, whilst looking very handsome in his leather jacket and other regular clothes. She was offended that he didn’t talk to her. She turned around with a huff to see him returning to where Y/n was sitting. Sooyun couldn’t believe her eyes.

‘That’s why she’s dressed like that.’ She thought to herself as she felt jealousy taking over her.

Her jealousy intensified when she saw Y/n smile brightly at the flower she was just handed. And before Sooyun knew it she had followed them to the park. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, all she knew was that this needed to be stopped.

‘Chan shouldn’t be with a bitch like her. If she could just mind her own fucking business it would’ve been me that was taken out on a date with him.’ She said to herself as she sat behind a tree.

Sooyun: What is Chan doing with Y/n? Minho: Why do you care? Sooyun: None of your business Sooyun: I was just wondering because they were in the park Minho: In the park? Minho: What are they doing there? Sooyun: I don’t know Sooyun: Seems like they’re on a date Minho: Wtf Sooyun: same

Sooyun would smirk to herself.

‘Trap set.’

Her smirk would quickly disappear when she heard Y/n squeal as it suddenly started to downpour.

Y/n was still in Chan’s arms as they listened to the music that was playing, dancing romantically in the rain. She giggled and held Chan tighter, both of them not caring that they got soaked. She saw him smirk all of the sudden and felt his grip on her waist tighten as he twirled her around, making her squeal even louder.

“I never knew you were such a romanticist.” “There are a lot of things that you don’t know about me miss Y/n.” He said with a smirk. “Then tell me more.” She smirked back as she wrapped her arms around his neck this time. The two looked each other deeply in the eye, getting lost in their feelings as one of them started to slowly lean in. Suddenly Y/n winced in pain and jumped in shock when she felt something hitting her head.

“What happened?” He asked worried. “I don’t know, something hit my head.” “I can’t see what it is, the rain makes my vision blurry- speaking off. Want to go to my place? It’s much warmer and dryer there.” He offered with a giggle when he felt his clothes stick to his body. “I mean, I don’t have other clothes with me though-“ “Don’t worry, I got you.” He smiled.

They stuffed the basket before running back to the car, leaving Sooyun huffing and sulking in the middle of the rain.

“Nice job Sooyun, now she’s going to his place.” She whined, mentally scolding herself.

The ride to his place was rather short. So far, she has really enjoyed her time with him and she was surprised at how well he had been playing his roll. About ten minutes later they were in front of a big flat complex that stood bigger and taller than Changbin’s. She had to take the view in for a second and let it sink in. Chan would take her by her hand and drag her basically to his apartment. Which was, unsurprisingly, huge as well. The windows were standing tall and the room was very bright, even though the storm clouded the sunlight from entering the apartment.

“I’ll go get you some towels and we can shower.” Chan said as he rushed around. “Excuse me-“ “I’m sorry that came out wrong. We have multiple bathrooms. I didn’t mean it as in showering together. Fuck no- that came out wrong as well. I didn’t mean it as in you’re bad looking, you’re far from that- maybe I should just shut up for now. I’m blaming the cold for this.” Chan sighed, making her burst out in laughter.

“The bathroom is right there, you can use the towels in the cabinets under the sink- I’ll be downstairs when you’re ready.” “Chan?” “Yes?” He said as he stopped himself from leaving the room. “Clothes?” “I really am fine, I swear. I’ll go get you something.”

Before she knew it, Chan had returned with the biggest hoodie she has ever seen in her entire life. “I think that it would almost be like a dress on you. I also put a blanket right there if you want to cover up your legs, I wouldn’t care- Uh you just go shower now, I will also be heading to a different bathroom, to shower cause I’m cold as fuck.” “Thanks Channie!” The nickname slipped from her lips, but he didn’t seem to mind it. Instead he smiled and winked to her as he exit the room, leaving Y/n to shower.

The water felt comforting and nice on her skin as it warmed her up. Shortly after she tried her hair as much as possible before brushing it and diving into the big hoodie Chan had laid out for her. She laughed as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was almost drowning in the hoodie, she looked very short as well since the hoodie came almost to her calves. She tidied up her used stuff before walking downstairs, the blanket wrapped around her waist to cover up her legs as well, since she heard more voices.

“There you are! Mom this is Y/n!” Chan suddenly cheered. His mother slapped the back of her son’s head when she saw what he had given her for clothes. “You left her like that!” “It was the best I had okay!” Chan argued back. “Don’t worry dear, I have your clothes in the washing machine and I’ll put them in the dryer later.” She said kindly before leaving her and Chan alone again. Y/n thanked her shyly as she sat down next to Chan, feeling embarrassed and timid, because of the way she looked.

Chan had yet again, never seen her like this and he couldn’t help but smile at her cuteness. “Sorry about me not offering you my sweatpants, but most of them have to be washed and the others are actually uncomfortable, not that you think that I’m a weirdo or anything.” Chan explained with a nervous chuckle. “Calm down, I get it. I don’t even know if I would fit them. Besides, I feel like a little dumpling.” She giggled as she hugged her knees to her chest, covering her legs with the bottom part of the hoodie, turning her into a blob of softness. Chan’s heart felt softer as ever and he couldn’t help but express those feelings, by throwing himself back on the couch, whilst clutching his chest dramatically.

“You’re so cute what are you doing to me.” He cried out playfully, making her throw a pillow to his head, causing him to laugh as well. “Shush. Now, tell me mister Bang. What is it that I don’t know about you?” Y/n asked in expectation. “Well, I love music.” “That I didn’t know, but I’m not really surprised.” Y/n laughed. “Oh how come?” Chan asked, now waiting in expectation for her answer. “We literally listened to music and talked about music earlier in the park!” She laughed, which intensified when his face turned to realisation.

“That’s true.” “You have to keep in mind Chan, that you have tons of fans, who love to scream and fangirl about little facts they find out about you, in the middle of the hallways, in class, anywhere. I can’t even go to the bathroom in peace, without someone yelling something inappropriate about your abs or arms.” “What?” He asked flustered. “Don’t ask, I don’t know either.” She laughed with her hands up in defence.

“Well, you seem to know a lot about me.” Chan smirked. “Trust me, I’ve heard things about you, that you don’t even want to know.” She laughed. “Are there things about you then, that I don’t know?”

‘You have no idea.’

“I also love music, as in a way of I can play loads of instruments.” “Really? Do you want to play something?” Y/n wouldn’t turn down an offer to play music, since she wasn’t able to do it back home, so she took Chan’s offer and he went to his room to get his guitar.

She started to play a song that was all too familiar to Chan. “That’s my favourite song in the world.” Chan exclaimed after she finished playing ‘Tenerife sea’. “Really? I love the song as well, I love the guitar play in it, it’s just so soothing and harmonic.” “Right!” Chan exclaimed once again.

“Is the guitar the only thing you play?” Chan’s mother, who suddenly walked back into the living room, asked. “No, I can also play the piano, bass guitar, I can drum and I also play the ukulele and the violin.” “Wow.” “Impressive- I also see that you have tattoos.” She said when noticing her arms, her sleeves were rolled up because she was playing. “Yeah.” Y/n said, out of nowhere feeling a thick atmosphere. “Do you only play pop music?” “I teach myself everything, so mostly yes.” Y/n answered. “Chan was trained in classical music, it’s a shame that he doesn’t use those skills for a better good, but I guess that’s his loss.” She said, making the atmosphere even thicker.

“Mom, I think Y/n and I will be going upstairs. I want to show her my other instruments.” Chan said before dragging his date upstairs.

“I’m sorry.” He says in embarrassment. “No it’s, okay- wow.” Y/n exclaimed when she walked into Chan’s room. The room was decorated quite simple, there two different rooms, that were apparently Chan’s. He had one where he saved his equipment and instruments, and the other one is where he had his computer set up and where he of course slept.

Y/n was just in awe as she walked in, also too scared to touch anything, because at that moment she actually realised how rich Chan was. She suddenly felt intimidated about his status. She noticed that his mom was basically inspecting her. Luckily, she wasn’t actually dating Chan, the poor girls probably had to live up to a certain standard to date the Bang Chan.

He told her to take a seat wherever and was about to close the door, when suddenly the door was stopped and pairs of little paws were running around. The dog went straight towards Y/n and Chan saw he face lit up when his dog greeted the stranger happily. “Hello! Who are you! Oh, aren’t you a pretty girl!” Y/n squealed. “’Hi, I’m Berry and you shall be my new best friend!’” Chan said in a fake voice as Y/n continued to pet Berry enthusiastically.

“Berry- come here!” They heard a young female voice in the hallways, making Berry run away from the pair again, leaving them be. “Your room is huge.” Y/n exclaimed once again when there was a period of silence. “I know, it’s pretty dramatic to be honest. I’m not complaining though.” Chan chuckled. “Chan!” A young male voice boomed through the hallway. “Yes!” “I’ll be in your music room!” “Okay Lucas!” Chan yelled back, before they heard a door shut.

“How many siblings do you have?” She asked. “Two, excluding Berry of course. That’s my baby.” Chan laughed. “Lucas is the youngest and Hannah is the middle child. In total we’re with five people. It’s a blast.” “I’ve never had siblings. I bet that there is always something happening.” “There is, the other day we had a ‘dad joke’ competition. We could only communicate with puns and dad jokes in exchange for what we actually want to say or ask.” “Really? Shoot your best shot.” She dared him with a smirk. “You know I don’t really trust trees.” “Same, they seem kind of shady-“ “You’re not supposed to finish my joke!” Chan whined, leaving Y/n in a fit of laughter.

Their laughing fit would be interrupted by Chan’s mother who had Y/n’s clothes ready for her. “Your jacket had a stain on it, so it’s still washing. I think it will be done and dry within forty-five minutes.” “Thank you, ma’am.” “You’re welcome.” She mutters before walking out again. Chan handed her now freshly washed pants and they just stood there awkwardly. “You can go to the bathroom if you want to change?” “Nah, just turn around. I don’t want to walk around in a dress of a hoodie, that makes me look like a walking potato sack through the house, that’s full of people that I don’t know.” “Fair enough.” Chan chuckled before he turned away from her.

Y/n struggled to get her pants on, that shrunk a little in the dryer, making her have to squish herself into her pants. Eventually she lost balance and fell onto the floor, shocking Chan and making him turn around worriedly. “Are you okay? What happened?” He asked whilst laughing as she was laughing her ass off as well, while her pants were up to her thighs. “Dried, shrunk pants are hard to get on, okay!” She laughed, tears streaming down her face form laughing so much. Chan helped her back on her feet and held onto her waist as she was about to fall once again. “Thanks.” She tried to say, whilst catching her breath.

She continued to lift her pants past her thighs before she told Chan to turn around again so she could wear her own shirt. Chan turned around, but he couldn’t help but notice from the corner of his eye the bruises that covered her back. He felt rude for staring, but he couldn’t seem to take her eyes off her figure. Her hands would straighten her shirt and he noticed, after a whole day being together that her knuckles were bruised as well.

“Chan?” Her voice tore him back to reality and he met her confused eyes. “S-sorry. I wasn’t staring. I-“ “It’s fine. You’re really panicky today.” She chuckles as she now looked at him, her hands on her hips, accentuating her waist, which his eyes couldn’t help but travel to. “Eyes up here Channie babe.” She jokingly waves her hand in his face, making him apologise once again. “It’s okay. If you were wondering what those bruises were, they’re from Kickboxing and Taekwondo.” “And your hands?” He asks carefully. “Also from kickboxing, I like training without gloves, so that I can feel the power that leaves my body whilst fighting. Besides, I get a thick skin because of it.” She smiles as she shrugged.

She wasn’t telling half of the truth, but it wasn’t half of a lie either.

“You must be still cold, you can leave the hoodie on if you want to.” Chan offered. “No, it’s quite big and besides I think I will be-“ She was cut off by a different hoodie, that was thrown into her face. “Wear that then.” “No-“ “Yes.” “Fine.” She sighed before throwing the hoodie on, which was still quite loose on her, but fitted way better than the ‘dress’ Chan gave her earlier.

“What do you even wear that thing for?” She asked him curiously. “I like sitting on the couch with that thing on. It’s like a big blanket you can wear around the house.” Besides, my mom and my sister usually hog the blankets when we’re with the five of us on the couch, so I better have my own then.” He explained whilst laughing.

The two would talk for some more and Y/n would end up walking home. She said the weather was still nice. Her jacket wasn’t fully cleaned yet and Chan told her to keep wearing his hoodie instead. “Are you sure I don’t have to walk you home?” “No, I’ll be fine. Thanks for the date. I really enjoyed it.” “Your welcome. It was me a pleasure to be your first date experience.” Chan bowed politely and laughed soon after at his own behaviour. “I’ll wash and return the hoodie for you later this week.” “That’s fine. See you at school then.” “See you Monday Channie!” She smiled before waving to him, without looking back.

Chan felt happy and ran straight to his room to catch a last glimpse of Y/n. He smiled like a goof as he watched her walk away, leaving him with nothing but a feeling of joy filling his body.

“How was your day Rat Tat?” Y/n asked her best friend as she laid on his bed. “It was great. We ate at this amazing restaurant and you will not believe it, I had fries.” “You’re unbelievable.” “What? You know I can’t say no to French fries.” Changbin whined over the phone. “I know, but you’re in Japan, go eat some sushi, Udon, Yakitori or whatever!” “I know I should, but I know you love Japanese food as well, so I will just miss you even more.” “You little sap, don’t make me cry.” She whined back, moving her phone away from her face so he wouldn’t be able to look at her.

“I do miss you though.” Changbin admitted. “I miss you too. The house is so empty without you guys here.” “These people aren’t keeping me sane either, I just need you by my side.” He said as he faked to wipe away a tear. “Also, Hyunjin has hired a temporary newbie. And he has been secretly crying to me that he misses you.” Y/n said with a smirk, making her best friend burst out in laughter. “That boy can’t keep his sanity without me.” “He really can’t, the newbie sucks. So I guess you guys will be having a rough month since you’re gone.” “I guess I got to get back on track when I get back then.” Changbin sighs in disbelief.

“Honestly, I think I could do a better job than that kid Hyunjin hired.” “Oh my fuck, that just says enough about the kid.” Changbin cried out. “Excuse me.” “Hehe, you love me Dumpling.” He winked, making her roll her eyes at him. “You honestly would do a great job though, you were taught by the best, also known as me.” He added with yet another wink.

“I think I have to go, I’m tired.” Y/n mutters, making her friend laugh loudly. “Fine. I’ll stop bothering you. Go eat something and take a nap. I’ll talk to you later.” “Bye Binnie!” “Bye Dumpling!”

Y/n sighed when she hung up the phone. She missed her friend like crazy and she above-board needed Changbin by her side. She didn’t wanted to worry him with the news about her dad and the shockingly news that she was on her date with her now-less-annoying vice president.

Her thoughts were cut off by her phone, who signalled that she got a text from someone.

‘Did Changbin forget something to tell me?’ She asked herself as she reached for her phone again, but to her surprise it was Chan.

Chan: Hi (=^▽^=) Chan: Just wanted to say that I had a great time today Y/n: I had a lovely time as well Y/n: I’m glad and thankful that you did all of this for me Y/n: So thank you once again Chan: No problem! (〃⌒∇⌒)

She was smiling like an idiot and her smile turned even brighter when she received a selfie from Chan.

He was laying on his bed, looking handsome as ever. She got why all the girls in their school were crushing one him, but she had to remind herself over and over that he was just acting like this for the experience of the date.

‘Unless- No, stop it.’ She thought to herself.

She was still laid on the couch as her thoughts ran a marathon through her head. Chan made her feel some way after this date. He really had her wrapped around his finger, with his charming looks and his sweet smile, his cute preparations and the romantic moments like dancing in the rain.

It could be maybe at that moment where Y/n realised that she could be possibly falling for Chan. And yet again, she didn’t know what to do, how to feel about it and what to think. She felt like she was malfunctioning.

She had never felt like this before. And right now, there was no one there to help her figure it out.

Days had passed and it has been a week since Changbin had left for his cousin’s wedding-month. Y/n had washed Chan’s hoodie and had been looking all day for him. She obviously didn’t wanted to give him the bag, that contained the hoodie, in the middle of class, since they might get the wrong idea. But after class Chan seemed to be disappearing from her sight.

She felt confused since Chan acted normal again. He was back to his old self and she felt like an idiot for slightly thinking that it could had become otherwise. Y/n felt a little betrayed.

‘Did he forget about the date just like that? I guess it all was just an act then.’ She thought to herself as she sighed.

At the end of the day, she would go to the pool, where the boys were having their training session as usual. The warmth of the room was very oppressive, but so was the feeling Y/n felt in her chest when she didn’t saw Chan. She walked up to Felix, who was sitting on the edge of the pool, and asked where his friend was.

“He just walked out. He’s in the dressing room and otherwise in the coach’s office.” He informed her. To her luck she saw Chan in the office and she didn’t had to embarrass herself by asking other random boys, who were also half naked.

Chan would smile when he saw her, confusing Y/n for the umpteenth time that day. “Hey! What are you doing here?” He asked brightly. “I got you your hoodie back.” She mutters as she handed him the bag. The gesture kind of hurt Chan, since he felt the coldness coming from Y/n. “You know you could’ve kept it right?” “No, but it’s yours.” She argued back as she placed the bag in his hands. “I never wear it, so please keep it. That way the poor thing can be used at least.” He tried to joke, but he didn’t see a smile cracking from Y/n’s face.

The two were interrupted by a voice that caused Y/n’s body to cringe up. Sooyun almost skipped her way to where the two were standing and she immediately hung onto Chan’s side. “Are you ready for our date Channie?” She asked whilst batting her eyes ‘seductively’. Chan just sighed and muttered for her to go ahead. Y/n nodded her head, understanding what was going on. He was about to shoot her an apologetic smile, but she had already turned her back to him, leaving him sighing in frustration once again. She didn’t notice his smile falling as she did before he walked away with Sooyun.

Flashback

Chan was laid in his bed after Y/n had left. He was feeling joyful and he was sad that the date had to end. He genuinely felt so glad that he did what he did. And he was happy that he got to know Y/n a little better. Sooner enough, that happiness was cut off when he heard his dad call him down in a serious tone. He got the old-fashioned scold, where his parents would have to tell him not to hang out with girls like Y/n and hang out more with girls like Sooyun.

And not much later, her presents was added to his misery. He didn’t get why his parents loved her so much. Maybe because she was pretty and because she was also from a wealthy family. Chan never liked her like that though. He had never thought or seen Sooyun in that way. She was just a friend to him, or rather someone he knew. He didn’t hang out with her in his free time, by choice.

Here she was sitting next to him as they had dinner together. His siblings noticed the awkward behaviour of their older brother. “Channie you need to eat-“ “I’m not hungry.” He mutters as he pushed the plate in front of him away. “You need to, you could get unwell.” She whined. “She’s right Chan, at least eat your rice.” His father said, causing Chan to sigh and force the rice down his throat.

“So Sooyun, how is school going?” “It was going well, but I’ve been having some trouble lately with some classes.” She said with a pout. “Oh, maybe Chan could help you. He’s a great tutor.” “Mom, I already tutor-“ “It will be nice, you two can hang out as well that way.” She said with a smile, making Sooyun clap excitedly. “That would be great. We can also go on a date right after- let’s make it a study date! Oh how exciting!”

‘How did I end up in this mess?’

End of the flashback

Chan would be in the middle of his study date as he texted Y/n. When she received the text from him, she looked at it in confusion.

Chan: Hi (^～^) Y/n: Hi? Y/n: aren’t you supposed to be on your little date? Chan: I know, but I’m bored Chan: How are you? (　◠ ◡ ◠　) Y/n: I’m fine Y/n: go focus on your date

“Channie, can you explain it again?” “Why, I know you aren’t failing this class.” Chan groaned in annoyance. “Because I don’t understand this.” She whined.

‘Sure, an A student doesn’t understand the basics of science.’ Chan thought to himself before he explained for the third time.

Later when he made Sooyun work on an exercise, he whipped out his phone and texted Y/n once again.

Chan: Let’s meet tonight? Y/n: Why? Chan: Please? Y/n: fine Y/n: What time? Chan: 11Pm okay? Y/n: sure

Chan couldn’t wait for his study date to be over and to see Y/n again as soon as he threw his phone aside, in the hope for the time to pass by faster. “Channie, why are you hanging out with Y/n so much lately?” Sooyun asks curiously. “Because I’m tutoring her.” Chan muttered absent minded. “That doesn’t surprise me, she’s an imbecile.” Chan didn’t know how to respond, he was taught to rather not say anything when you don’t have something nice to tell.

Besides that, Chan was too busy thinking about the fact that he was meeting Y/n tonight again, which made his whole day a lot brighter.

Finally, it was eleven o’clock and he waited for five minutes in the park for Y/n to arrive. When she did, the two couldn’t help but smile when they saw each other. It kind of felt like a second date. Especially since they went out to some food truck for some early-midnight snacks.

Later they would be seated near the edge of the river and they chatted away. Chan would tell her about his life in Australia, how they moved back and fort due to his parents’ jobs. He loved it in Australia. Y/n would tell more about her adventures she had in Busan and so the night went on and time passed by rather quickly.

Their conversation would be cut off by Y/n’s phone that suddenly started to ring. She picked it up without looking, causing her to jump in shock when a heavy, booming voice started to shout at her through the other side of the line.

‘…you fucking piece of shit, just wait until you get home and I get my hands on you-‘ Y/n quickly hung up the phone and put it away.

“Who was that?” Chan asked her worried. “Probably a wrong number.” She lied before continuing to eat her food. He felt his heart soften for her as he looked at her, simply eating, making her cheeks slightly puff up.

“How was your little date?” She then asked him, sarcasm layering her tone. “Please stop.” He groaned as he laid back in the grass. “That bad?” She asked in amusement. “You don’t even know.” Chan sighed as he looked up to the stars that peaked behind the clouds.

“I don’t like her like that, you know? My parents pretty much forced me into this situation.” Chan confessed as Y/n leaned back next to him, her upper body resting on her hands that were settled behind her. “They don’t like me, do they?” She asked him bluntly. “Who?” “Your parents.” She states. “W-what do you mean?” He stuttered as he sat up to look her in the eye. “You don’t have to lie Chan, I’m used to it. The fact that people don’t like me, I mean.” She explained. “It’s the tattoos and stories that make people thing badly of me, but I wouldn’t want to change for anyone you know. I love these tattoos. My best friend set them for me. I know they are still a bit of a taboo here in Korea, but the comments still hurt you know. I’m a person too. But I guess that doesn’t matter, because we do not fit into their standards.” She added as she sighed.

Chan felt guilty for misjudging her like that as well. Those standards are so engraved into his mind, he didn’t know otherwise, until now.

“I’m sorry.” He said as he looked directly at her. “What for?” “I misjudged you like that as well in the past, but ever since I actually got to know you, I found out that you’re really cool and fun to hang out with. You’re so different from what everyone make you seem like. And I feel guilty and sad that I took other’s opinions and made them my own, without creating my own vision and view on you or anyone else.” He admitted as he looked down to the ground in embarrassment.

“I like seeing your softer side. Yes, you do have a tougher side which makes you, you. But I can’t deny that I don’t like to see you smile at the things you like, dogs per example. Just seeing you bright up by seeing Berry made me happy, I don’t know. Your soft side is very nice and it suits you well, better than you tougher one in my opinion.” Chan added. “I do have my reasons for that though.” She states in a serious manner. “And those are?” He asked. “Something I rather don’t want to talk about.” She admitted. “Maybe I can help you-“ “There is nothing you can do Chan.” “Really, maybe it can lift a weight of your shoulder.” Chan pushed. “Chan, I don’t want to talk about it-“ “You know I just want to help you right?” He sighed, feeling a little annoyed and frustrated at the same time. “And I told you that I don’t want to talk about it right. I stated it three times and you keep pushing.” Y/n snapped, making Chan realise that maybe he went too far.

“You know what, maybe coming here was a mistake. I have to go.” “Y/n please-“ “Thanks for the food Chan. See you around.” She muttered before walking off.

Leaving Chan with a heavy chest, because he knew he had fucked it up. Just when he thought that it was going to be alright.

Gif and pictures aren’t mine.

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jinships-ideas · 7 years

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BTS Run 36 - The Jin Harem

This is late by a few days but I finally sat my ass down to write it :D

Let’s begin~

We start it off with JINMIN!

It’s weird to see them without any distinct height difference...

STOP SLOUCHING JIN!

These 2 sure are sticking close to each other

DAMN, why do they both look so tiny?

Jin? TINY?

A concept I like

Jinnie light tapping Chim while he was explaining to Hobi

Was the tap really necessary?

WAS IT?

Yes, Yes it was.

Look at how SMUG Tae looks

Jin was saying how he remembers Tae’s amazing Decorating/Plating skills

Proud Bub Tae is Proud

Really? They HAD to stick so close?

Well, I’m not complaining

Namjin leaning back to let Yoonmin take the paper

Their matching look as the two Smols stretch out for the teams

:’)

Tols looking smug at the smols

Firstly, Joon yawns

LET THEM REST PLEASE

WELL WELL WELL

WHAT DO WWE HAVE HERE?

Why it’s a yawning Jin!

I’m no expert in psychology but I have read that yawns are contagious

BUT only when the influenced saw it.

So... Jin’s been looking at Joon huh?

Namjin’s hands

👀

Subtle but DAMN powerful

WE SEE EVERYTHING

ESPECIALLY LITTLE TOUCHES

NAMJIN YOU GUYS AIN’T SLICK

Wait...

Before:

After:

Joon just teleported beside Jin???

Wasn’t he between Yoongi and Tae?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Sneaky Sneaky

Chim feeding Jinnie Ft. Envious looking Hobi

I’d do ANYTHING to be able to feed Jin

ANYTHING

Tae rubbing Jin’s arms and shoulders

DAMN TAE! REALLY? In front of all that kimchi?

(1 on of you said you liked the salad meme so... SHOUTOUT TO THAT 1 PERSON. To the rest of you? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

(One day i’ll insert a meme that’ll make all of you laugh.)

(But it is NOT TODAY)

Look how happy Taebub is!

ANYONE would be that happy with their hands on Worldwide Handsome-nim!

2SEOK 5!

Joonie: 내가 웃는게 웃는게 아니야 (It’s lyrics from a Lessang song called ‘I’m not laughing’)

He even did that ‘head tilt’ thing to show his doubt/hesitance

The domesticity is so overwhelming

LOVE IT

You guys...

There’s PLENTY of space around...

There is 0 need for y’all to stick together like glue...

Kind Chef-nim teaches the opponent team the proper technique but...

JK: Not watching/listening at all Hobi: Too busy joking around like the happy bub he is Chim: Too busy laughing at the happy bub’s joke

Pretty sure I’ve mentioned this already but

I LOVE NAMJIN

Hobi and his Glib tongue~

Guys. THE KITCHEN IS HUGE

THERE IS NO NEED TO BE SO CLOSE TO ONE ANOTHER...

Also, Jin teaching Tae ‘basics’ to cooking

Tae: *caught in a wtf*

Joonie at the side is VERY impressed with Jin’s tips on cooking though

Someone wants Chef-nim’s attention too huh?

I guess even monkeys fall from trees...

(It’s a Chinese saying...I THINK Yes, I know Mandarin)

Meaning: Even the best makes some mistakes

But... why does this look so familiar...

Flashback to Bon Voyage Season 2 Episode 4...

JOONIE DID THe SAMe THING

Except Joon isn’t a monkey falling out of a tree

He’s more like a fish

Way out if his depth back then

Pouty Chef-nim~

It’s ok! I’m sure sesame seeds won't affect the taste too much! Besides, you can always just take them out!

Dumb and Dumber

Arguing about something insignificant

That’s what couples tend to do right?

Also, JIN! Why would you asked Joonie about a sense of length when he gave you ‘3cm’ spring onions that were practically uncut and at least 25cm long???

Namjin are definitely connected to onions

Every time there’s an onion, Namjin will most likely occur

ONIONS ARE A NAMJIN THING

The way Jin just wordlessly takes it from Joon to demonstrate how to cut it

:’)

DOMESTIC AF

FOND!!!

Jin literally had 0 reaction when Yoongi and Hobi were fussing about the ‘taste of Japan’

BUT when Joonie joined in, Jin’s fond smile just

:’)

HE TURNED TO JOONIE!

YOU CAN’T SAY HE AIN’T FOND OF THE BUB!

Hobi fooling around once again

Poking Jin when Chim asked for ‘Jin soy sauce’

Pokes are cute :)))

Pouting and heartbroken Jinnie at Chim’s ‘I don’t need him’

CHIM U LIAR

YOU KNOW YOU WANT HIM

WE ALL DO (Know and want him)

Jin sees Joonie chopping up the onions

Jin is processing what he is seeing

Jin finished processing the scene

Jin lets out a shout at Joonie

Joonie thinks as he looks at Jin ‘What have I done?’

Jin is so done

Jin nagging at how Joonie didn’t follow his instructions

HAHAHAH

I LOVE IT when he just talks so fast and rant XD

Joonie tries winning back the favour of Chef-nim by being funny and cute with the other half of the onion he has left

IT WORKED!

Jin busy prepping his glass noodles but doesn’t forget to chip in how ‘Taehyung LOVES Tonkatsu’

Jin really thinks of Tae huh?

First the plating compliment and now he brings up how they are making food that is loved by Tae

Tae IS SO LOVED

This is the ‘pro at plating’ (by plating I mean plate selection... NOT actual plating of food)

In the background, You can see Namjin talking~

Joonie pops up SO QUICKLY at the request of Jin!

WHEN WILL I GET THIS DRAMA?

I NEED IT

NAMJIN ARE PERFECT ROM COM

Joonie ONCE AGAIN arrives immediately at the calling of Jin!

Ok. I’m not a great cook. I may not know much about proper cooking techniques and all

But like WHY TF would you just use your hands to drain something that was just boiled?

IQ148 my ass

Joonie turns into a fool in front of Jin

He already dipped his fingers in once and knew its hot

BUT because Jin reassured him that it isn’t he just put his hand in again...

BOY YOU A FOOL FOR LOVE

Joonie: The things I do for love...

I think Jin cursed???

His audio was cut off after he said ‘hot’...

And Joon laughed...

Foul Mouthed Jin is cute

This post is just turning into a Namjon Galore...

Joonie in disbelief at how Jin IGNORED his advise for their dish

I mean... can you blame Jin?

I need a better angle for this moment...

Preferably a front angle...

It’s for research purposes...

Chim responding to Jin’s comment from across the kitchen, in the midst of his busy cooking

This is Kim Namjoon MOCKING Tae for asking if he could cook rice in the baking oven

This is Kim Namjoon CHANGING TUNE after Jin said Tae could

Namjoon... You whipped man

Joonie having a bite at Jin’s ‘failed’ work

I WANT A NAMJIN ROM COM GDI!!!

Did Jin just ‘Fall for Namjoon’?

DID HE?

As if he hasn’t already

AWWW

Precious bub showing off his Heart sausage to chef-nim!

HOW IS HE SO ADORABLE???

It worked on Jin!

Look how brightly he is smiling at Hobi’s antics!

Meanwhile Joonie...

Joonie: HOW DARE YOU IN FRONT OF ALL OUR KIMCHI DISHES

I LOVE THEM

T^T

Nyam Nyam (read this in Yoongi’s tone back in the chuseok run ep)

Jin accurately guesses what Joon did to ‘stir fry’ the noodles

They are too much for my heart

Look at these 2 cuties huddled over a bowl of piping hot noodles and mixing it

It’s painful but they still have smiles on their faces

Why?

Because they have each other

How much do you need for a ‘taste’?

Like that’s a huge ass mouthful...

Character development is having Joonie point the scissors in your direction and cutting something from your hands when in the previous episode you did NOT want him with scissors anywhere near you

I DON’T GET IT

HOW DO PEOPLE NOT SHIP NAMJIN???

Stay close you two

STAY REAAAAAL CLOSE

I laughed too hard at this

NGL it looks kinda good

MATCHING Taejin, Yoonjin, and Namjin

Team ‘we have the 2 worst cooks but we made it work’

SO much space but They just want to be right next to each other~

This time it’s Yoonjin sticking together huh?

Jinnie laughing at Tae’s cute mistake at speaking~

Tae: At the end of the day, I got you to look my way so who’s the real winner?

Namjin eye contact while Jin is leaning into Yoongi

Bless this frame for giving us BOTH namjin and Yoonjin

Ok so let’s break this down

Jin is standing between Tae and Joon

So it makes sense for their hands to be around him

Tae Goes for the Worldwide shoulders

Joonie goes for the waist and back

But...there’s ANOTHER hand

It’s none other than Yoongi who is standing ACROSS from Jin...

Logically speaking, Yoongi’s hand should be around Joon and Tae...

But it’s around Jin’s WAIST instead...

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Tae has his hands on those Worldwide shoulders AGAIN

FINALLY some jinkook-ish moments!

Both of them huddling over food

THEY LOOK SO ALIKE

WTF

Jinkook: In food we unite

Literally everyone has stopped munching but jinkook...

They LOVE their food

Ahhh now Chim is sticking close to Jin

HE IS SO FOND OF CHIM

THE DOTING LOOK HE HAS FOR CHIM

I LOVE THEM

Their hands...

awfully close ain’t it?

In my honest opinon, this episode seemed a bit dry compared to the other episodes... The idea seemed re-used but I guess we were jsut too overfed recently ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

There weren’t as much jin harem moments (except for namjin though, bless namjin) BUT we still got a decent amount so I’m glad ^^

Hope you guys enjoyed~

Until Next time~

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1800-seungshine · 7 years

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i’m serious.

member: ong seongwoo genre(s): fluff, romance, college!au summary: there are numerous perks of being his teasing, mischievous self but one disadvantage? he can’t seriously say how he truly likes you. (bullet point format) word count: 1.9k

note: ok so this is not a requested scenario but rather something my mind has been bothering me about for a long time and i need to dump it somewhere or else i can’t do anything else lmao. lowkey inspired by one of my favourite songs (click here) bc day6 songs are life and need more love and attention < 3

p.s. i’m sorry if i haven’t posted a scenario recently, i got sick and while laying in bed watching wanna one videos is fun, not writing bc of a constant headache that made me take so many naps (which i don’t really regret ehehe) made me sad :’((

ong seongwoo

first thing people think of is his good looks

i mean just take a look at his face

one smile and congratulations! you just turned into a puddle

but y’all srsly do you even know how good looking he is like oh my god

the next thing people remember is his lit ass humour

he’s the funniest guy you’ve ever seen

besides, his humour was why you both got closer

you weren’t necessarily the most social person in the world

but he was

and it was that one class that you shared together where everyone knows who he is

yet somehow he takes the seat right next to you

“the other seats weren’t appealing enough. someone with looks as good as mine needs a chair that represents his shining visuals.”

ok first of all,,,

what a c0cky hoe

usually guys who say such pretentious things would have met your fist but there was something different about him

and achievement unlocked! ong seongwoo made you laugh

might not be a big deal to other people but your laugh indicated a lot more to him

bc if he can make you laugh in one go you’re instantly his friend

hence the beginning of your blooming friendship

eventually you ended up looking forward to that class bc seongwoo was there

even if he did distract you all the time by pulling weird ass faces

and whispering jokes to make you laugh

but that was the joy of befriending a guy like him

really, it wasn’t that hard for you to get along with seongwoo

so what was simple class interactions became lunch hangouts to study sessions and everything in between

you two matched each other really well

you always laugh at his jokes

he drags you to his adventures

you have a sense of humour that blended with his

he has the funniest memes to combat your savage remarks

you would always help him when it came to anything

and he knows how to instantly cheer you up

your best friend has to grab ice cream before she can hear you rant

yet when it came to seongwoo all it took was one mobile phone and fingers rapidly typing in allcaps to emphasise the anger in your body

and you’d feel a million times better bc he had the funniest replies that makes you happier than eating your favourite flavour of ice cream

so is ong snatching the best friend title??

yeah probably

and while you two may consider yourselves as close friends

it doesn’t seem to be that way to the eyes of others

the amount of times you and seongwoo have been assumed as a couple became so endless to the point where you two gave up on counting

and seongwoo being the prick he is eventually played along to people’s assumptions by wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “come on babe, i don’t want you falling for other guys.” he’d teasingly say, sending a cheeky wink before he’d drag you elsewhere

he does it anywhere, no matter who you two were with, just to tease you

you: you’re such a little prick, ong - i’m gonna end up jumped on by your admirers >:(

seongwoo: whoops my bad ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

you: smh you’re deleted bye. i hate you so much-

seongwoo: love you too y/n ;)

the closeness of your friendship was so tight that it was ultimately questioned by everyone else

and kang daniel were one of the few who had enough of simply pondering and presuming so he bluntly asked you when he invited you to sit with him for lunch one day

“y/n....are you dating seongwoo hyung?”

you were about to spit the water you were drinking at him bc of the sudden topic but you hurriedly gulped the water down, lightly choking along the way

“is this a new approach on conversation starters?” you asked after having a coughing fit, “because i’m rating it a zero.”

“no, i’m genuinely asking; nearly everyone on campus think that you two have something going on and i can see why they think that way.” daniel pointed out.

you let out a seemingly forced chuckle as your eyes land on seongwoo who stood across the vicinity, surrounded by swarms of girls

seeing the sight of seongwoo smiling and laughing with other girls, you pushed the giddy feelings aside by instantly shooting it down with your denial before you discreetly point at him

“turn around,” you told daniel who obediently followed your instruction to observe his best friend for a minute before his attention returned to you

“see? ong treats me like that too, there’s nothing special - we’re just friends.”

you took your gaze away from seongwoo to get rid of the sudden heaviness in your heart and met with daniel’s confused expression as he scratched his head.

“really...? but it doesn’t seem that way to me though.... i’ve known seongwoo for a long time and the way he treats you is different. for me at least.”

“daniel, what are you talking about?”

“ah, forget it.” daniel remarked as he ruffled his hair, mumbling a little to himself before digging into his food, “hopefully you figure it out.”

time skip bloop bloop

“hey, seongwoo!”

a voice calls out to him and quickly he spins around, hoping that you’d be there

even if he already knew from the start that the voice didn’t resemble yours, disappointment still washes over him as he realises that it wasn’t you

but rather it was your best friend approaching him

“y/n doesn’t feel well so she can’t come to today’s lecture but can you please take notes for her?”

(ngl i got inspired by my flu and overall inability to properly breathe)

the neutral expression on his face is visibly replaced with worry, “is she okay? what happened?”

“she just needs to rest - i have to go now, my class is starting soon.”

“wait!” “the passcode’s 0000. bye seongwoo!”

seongwoo furrows his brows together in confusion, “how did she know i was going to ask that...?”

meanwhile you were casually dying on the sofa with multiple blankets wrapped around you

your best friend was the one who got you in the living room in the first place as you couldn’t get up in the morning

and before she could leave for her classes, she forced you to eat and made sure that you drink medicine

(#bffgoals)

now you’re just cuddling a tissue box as you try to watch television

but there’s a sudden knock on the door and you hear the door opening

believing your best friend came back, you rise from your resting position, “oh why are you back so earl-” you abruptly end your sentence as you see who came entered in

“seongwoo...?”

“you look like a sad burrito.”

“i’m going to take that as a compliment,” you say with a sniffle, “what are you doing here?”

he simply lifts up the plastic bags he’s been holding, “i’m here to take care of you, what else?”

“don’t you have other classes to attend?”

seongwoo places the bags on the table, gently pushing you back down on the sofa as he kneels beside you

“first class was our lecture so i took notes and left as soon as it finished,” you watch him speak as his hand reaches out to touch your forehead, letting it sit there for a few seconds, “you have a slight fever...”

you remain silent as you observe his face at a closer glance; your gaze travelling from his eyes, his nose, the constellation moles adorning his face and down to his lips before you find yourself looking back at those dark brown eyes staring right at you

and suddenly you’re unable to breathe even more than your current condition was letting you.

bc in that moment, you finally accepted how much you liked seongwoo

that it wasn’t even out of friendship anymore

and knowing that you got caught, you begin to hide under the covers from embarrassment as you try to calm your palpitating heart

“oh my god, ong get out.”

“but i just came??”

“i’m just sick, this is nothing - i’m fine. my heart’s fine.” you ignore the fact that seongwoo’s presence still remains in the room as you talk to yourself under the blankets

until he pulls it away from you and your eyes immediately land on the person you last wanted to see that day

“what? are you okay, y/n?”

you grab the blankets once again and hide yourself from him, “no i’m not okay. i practically look and sound dead, don’t do this to me”

“do what? we’re both dead inside- come on, just look at me and tell me what’s wrong.”

“no thank you. i already caught the flu, i don’t need a broken heart.”

“and what makes you think that way?”

words fail to escape your mouth as you’re unable to reply and you both fall into complete silence

seongwoo takes this opportunity to hold onto the blankets and gently pull it away from you, “what makes you think you’ll have a broken heart?” he questions

although you’ve seen his serious side a number of times, it still sends chills down your spine

because you know that this time he isn’t kidding

you finally sit up curling into a ball, “because i’m just a friend - nothing more, nothing less.”

you feel him sitting down beside you and you avoid his stare as much as possible by looking at the television that became a mere background music since seongwoo’s arrival

his soft chuckle rings sweetly into your ear, “what’s so funny? did you just think of a weird joke in your head again?” you casually ask, pretending like nothing happened a few minutes ago.

“it’s funny because i don’t treat friends with coffee every morning.

i don’t spend money to go cinemas just to watch a movie with friends, especially when there’s just two of us

i also don’t think i’d spend fifty bucks in an arcade to cheer up a friend

nor do i send my friends pick up lines to brighten their day

and of course, i don’t ditch daniel for friends.

so if i ditch daniel for you then you’re very special to me - a lot more special than daniel himself and that’s a lot for me to say because that guy is like my brotp,, my soulmate even.”

after his words sink into your head, you realise that everything seongwoo has listed

he’s done them for you

“so how many times have you ditched daniel?” you ask as you turn your head to him, instantly caught in his stare as you realise that he had been staring at you this entire time.

“never.” he starts off, “but for you? countless of times.”

you feel your cheeks heat up and you were sure that it wasn’t your fever acting up, “i hate you, ong. do you know that?” you tell him.

you hated him because of what he was doing to you.

you hated him because of what you were feeling towards him

you hated him because you were falling for him

and you hated him because of the next words he says

“i love you too, y/n.” he simply says as his lips curve upwards into a heartwarming smile as his gaze never leave you

“and this time, i’m serious.”

#ong seongwoo #seongwoo #ong seongwoo scenarios #wanna one #wanna one imagines #wanna one scenarios #ong seongwu #seongwu #seongwoo scenarios #seongwoo imagines #pd101 season 2 #produce 101

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skye-penderwick · 4 years

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So there I was, scrolling through tumblr and I see a random prompt list and instead of, you know, working on my other WIPs, I latched onto the prompt of “my guitarist quit the night before the gig and supposedly you’re really good” but of course I changed that up. A lot. And here we are.

(Ngl also slightly inspired by Spider-Man 3 cause that’s literally all I could visualize during this)

“What do you mean we have a new singer?”

Jeffery looked over at the guy who would be playing the string bass that night.

“What happened to Sidney?”

“She got sick and had to cancel. But she called in to a friend apparently and found a replacement.”

Jeffery sighed. “I guess that’ll have to do. She’s not one of the dramatic types that changes the set every few seconds is she? Cause then we’re going to have issues.”

“I don’t think so.” Keenan shrugged. “I’m not really sure. Sidney just said that she was really talented and was up to try singing here.”

“Wait. Are you telling me she hasn’t sung at a jazz club before?”

“No. I haven’t.”

Jeffery turned to look at the small girl who had just entered the club. She looked up at him, daring him to dismiss her.

He cleared his throat. “Um excuse me, but how old are you?”

“Eighteen.”

He blinked. He hadn’t expected her to be that young, although Sidney was only twenty. “Alright then. What’s your name and how do you know Sidney?”

“I’m Elizabeth and Sidney and I took music lessons together a few years ago. We kept in touch once she graduated high school.”

He nodded. “Alright then. Well this is Keenan, Henry, and Michelle who goes by Mick. I’m Jeffery. Would you like to join us for soundcheck?”

Elizabeth nodded, her dark hair swinging around her as she walked over to the side of the stage.

“Sidney sent me the set list after I told her I would cover for her. I looked it over but is there anything else you want me to do?”

Keenan, and the brass duo of Mick and Henry, looked at Jeffery.

He shook his head. “I don’t think so. Sid usually stores her music in the cubby that’s in the second column, third from the bottom.”

Elizabeth nodded and scanned the cubby area grabbing the music when she found it.

“There’s also stands over there if you want to set it down. Singers don’t usually have stands but seeing as you’re covering last minute and never sang in a jazz club before, you’re more than welcome to use one tonight.”

Elizabeth grabbed a stand and placed it slightly to the right of the mic, close enough to reference it if need be but far away enough that it could be ignore if she wished, a subtle way of letting Jeffery know that she didn’t need it but was humoring him anyway.

While she adjusted her mic, Jeffery looked at the rest of the small ensemble trying to gauge their opinions.

Mick and Henry stood next to each other, holding their horns and looking at their music, but still whispering. Knowing them, Jeffery figured they were sizing Elizabeth up and betting if she was as good as she thought she was.

Keenan caught Jeffery’s eye and the two shared a silent conversation, both wondering how Elizabeth was going to do in Sidney’s role and if she was the drama queen they both feared.

He looked back to the center of the stage to see Elizabeth looking at him.

Jeffery swallowed. “Let’s begin.”

He made eye contact with the others and counted off with a nod of his head.

The four instrumentalists began the first piece, their usual opener since few were in the club when they would begin playing.

Jeffery looked over at Elizabeth as her cue was coming. She gripped the microphone and looked to the empty seating area as if it was already full of people. And then she began to sing.

If Jeffery didn’t already have this song nearly memorized, he was sure he would’ve royally screwed up. As it was, he heard Keenan play a wrong note and Henry cut out for a beat or two.

Her voice was beautiful: rich and full. Jeffery could tell that she was more of a Broadway singer than jazz but the untrained ear would never know. Her voice captured all the emotion behind the piece yet fit perfectly into the mix of instruments behind her, not washing them out but taking her place as just another member.

They finished and the group looked at her. Elizabeth saw all the eyes on her when they didn’t go right into the next song. She blushed and stared at her feet.

“Are you sure you’ve never played in a jazz club before?” asked Jeffery.

“I wasn’t allowed to until after I graduated high school,” she murmured.

“Well I can say for all of us, that that was really impressive.” The other members nodded. “Let’s finish our warmup shall we?”

They continued through, spot checking their set list and making sure Elizabeth knew what to expect.

“Alright guys.” Jeffery checked his watch. “We have twenty minutes until the club opens up and we start playing for an audience. Do whatever you need to before then. Eat. Use the bathroom. Grab a bottle of water. I’ll see you guys back up here in fifteen.”

The group dispersed into the little club, doing whatever each one needed to do.

Jeffery remained on his piano bench and pulled out his phone.

Hey Dad. Are we in need of any more singers?

A minute or two later he got a response.

Not in any desperate need but it might be nice so Sid and Layla don’t need to play as much. Why?

Sid called in sick today and had a friend of hers come in instead. She’s pretty talented and depending on how tonight goes I was thinking of offering her a full-time spot.

Send me a video of her performing and I’ll think about it.

Jeffery closed his phone and looked around the little club. His dad owned it and Jeffery had played here since he was a teenager. They brought in outside musical acts every once in a while, but also had musicians employed by the club to play most nights. The groups shifted around and there was usually a new combination of people playing each night. Adding in Elizabeth would help ease the stress on the singers, if she did well in front of an audience and wanted to sing here regularly that is.

The rest of the band returned and messed around with their instruments. Jeffery checked his watch. One minute till six.

He made eye contact with each person on the stage and nodded as they all got into position to play.

He counted off and they began, playing for an empty room that slowly began to fill.

They played their first set and took their first ten minute break. They would play a set for roughly a half hour, break, and then repeat the process until eleven when the club would close. They would put on a background track of music until the live performers would start again.

It was during this first break when Jeffery walked over to Keenan.

“I need a favor.”

Keenan gave him a side look while he drank his water.

“I need you to get a small clip of Elizabeth singing tonight.”

Keenan looked at him. “Why?”

Jeffery sighed. “Because I suggested hiring her to my dad and he needs clip of her singing. I don’t ever stop playing so my best option is having you do it.”

He smiled. “Okay.” Jeffery handed over his phone and went back to sit on the bench.

They began their second set which went much like the first, except now they had a nearly full audience and a steady stream coming in and out.

During their second break, Jeffery walked over to Keenan who smiled and handed his phone back.

“I hope this is good and I hope your dad makes the right choice. Personally, I’m in favor of Elizabeth joining.”

Jeffery agreed. She had gotten more comfortable during the second set and began to do her own spin on the songs that they played, fitting in well with the rest of the group.

He returned once more to his seat and sent the video to his dad. He turned off his notifications and set his phone on top of the piano and looked out over the crowd.

His eye caught a woman just walking in. She wore a white blouse and black skirt, bright against the dim scenery. Her blonde hair was slightly messy but it didn’t seem she cared.

She was gorgeous and Jeffery watched her as she made her way through the club and took a seat in the middle of the second row. She smiled at something ahead of her and Jeffery wished he knew at what.

This was the one problem with playing: he saw so many people come in and out and he never got to speak to them, unless they were regulars or made a point to talk to him. This woman, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, would just be another nameless face he would never know the story behind.

A throat cleared and startled Jeffery and he glanced around to see Elizabeth and the rest of the band looking at him, waiting for him to count them off.

He shook his head and began the next set, but his eyes kept drifting to the blonde woman as he played. She sat there and intently watched Elizabeth as she sang, a faint smile appearing when Elizabeth took the chance to highlight how good of a singer she was.

Most patrons at the jazz club stayed for about a set and a half, possibly two, so when the woman didn’t leave after their fifth set, he was surprised.

Keenan slid onto the bench next to him. “So what has you so distracted tonight?”

“What?”

“Dude. You’ve been out of it the last couple sets. What’s going on?”

“Nothing. I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve been present this whole time.”

“Sure you have. It’s not like you’ve been staring at that blonde girl the moment she walked in.”

Jeffery gaped at the man sitting next to him. “No, I haven’t.”

Keenan stood up and patted his back. “Yes, you have. And if she is still here by the time we finish playing, you’d better talk to her.”

Jeffery watched as Keenan returned to his place on the stage and picked up his bass.

He looked back at the woman who sat in the audience as she put down her phone and waited for the new set to start.

Even though Keenan said to go talk to her, Jeffery knew that chances of her staying that late were slim, so he put that brief conversation out of his mind and focused on playing once more.

The time drifted by and it neared the eleventh hour. The band wrapped up their last song, and Elizabeth thanked the remainder of the audience. Some people left and others stayed waiting for their checks to arrive.

Keenan, Mick, and Henry all went about putting their instruments away as Jeffery checked his phone for the first time in a few hours.

He had received a reply from his father.

She’s incredible. Feel free to offer her a spot.

He smiled and looked up from his phone only to see that Elizabeth had disappeared.

He made eye contact with Keenan who mouthed “blonde” at him.

What?

Oh right. The blonde woman had stayed the rest of the night and Jeffery was supposed to go talk to her. His thoughts of needing to find Elizabeth had caused the other woman to vanish from his mind completely.

He looked around to see her still sitting at her table.

Keenan clapped his hand on Jeffery’s shoulder.

“Go talk to her man. I expect to hear about it tomorrow. Have a good night.”

And with that Keenan was off and Jeffery left with the daunting task of walking up to a person and talking to them.

He glanced around and still couldn’t see Elizabeth anywhere. He sighed and made his way off the stage towards where the blonde woman sat.

He was a few tables away when she stood.

Jeffery then caught sight of Elizabeth meeting the woman and the two of them smiling at one another.

“Um, excuse me Elizabeth?”

Elizabeth turned to look and him as well as the blonde woman. He was close enough to see that her eyes were bright blue and seemed as if they stared into his soul.

He cleared his throat. “You sang phenomenally tonight, Elizabeth. My father is the owner of this jazz club and on his behalf I would like to offer you a job as one of our singers.”

Elizabeth gaped at him as if she didn’t understand what he was saying.

The silence between them became long when the blonde woman spoke up. “Batty, this man just offered you a job. What are you going to say?”

“Batty?” Jeffery glanced between the two of them.

His voice seemed to snap Elizabeth out of her trance. She glared at the blonde woman. “My name is Elizabeth.” She turned back to Jeffery smiling. “I’d love to work here. Thank you for the opportunity.”

“You deserve it. You’re incredibly talented. Come back here tomorrow around four and we can figure out the terms of your employment.”

Elizabeth was now beaming. “Thank you! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

She turned back to the blonde and then immediately focused back to Jeffery.

“I’m so stupid. Jeffery, this is my sister Skye. Skye, this is Jeffery the guy who played the piano.”

Skye stuck out her hand. “Pleased to meet you and excuse my little sister’s poor manners.”

“Hey!”

Jeffery laughed and shook her hand. “They’re excused. Are you a jazz fan yourself?”

“Me? No. I don’t have a musical bone in my body. I came here tonight because Batty needs a ride home and I wanted to make sure no creeps followed her out.”

“I sincerely hope I’m not on the creep list them seeing as though I did kind of follow her.”

“I hadn’t thought of that. On second thought, you now are on the list,” her eyes narrowing although she smiled a little. “I’ll interrogate you later after I hear Batty’s report.”

“Hey. I’m right here!”

He looked at the two sisters.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “At home my nickname is Batty and that’s what my family calls me. Professionally, I go by my full name, Elizabeth. Someone routinely forgets that,” she said with a pointed look at Skye.

Her sister shrugged. “Sorry. Force of habit. Besides if you did get kidnapped, Batty is much more unique.”

Jeffery couldn’t help but smile. “I have to say, I am with Skye on this one. Batty is better.”

Skye now grinned and looked at her sister. “See? I’m right. Like always.”

Elizabeth/Batty rolled her eyes. “Yeah right. He’s just agreeing with you because he thinks you’re pretty.”

Jeffery and Skye both stared open-mouthed at her.

“I-I don’t –“

“He doesn’t – “

They both looked at each other and looked away as they made eye contact.

“Skye just give him your number and Jeffery ask her out. You know that’s what you both want to do.” She looked between the two of them and shrugged. “Oh well. I’ll just give you Skye’s number when I see you tomorrow. Goodnight!”

And with that Elizabeth/Batty pulled a dumbfounded Skye towards the door.

Jeffery watched them go and then blinked a few to times to realize what was going on.

He hurried out the door to find them a few yards down the street.

“Wait!”

The two of them stopped as Jeffery caught to them.

“You don’t seem like the kind of girl who wants to get asked out so here’s my number and text me when you feel like it.” He handed Skye a piece of paper and watched as she put it in her pocket.

She swallowed and looked up at him. “Thanks.”

With that she turned around and began walking away. Elizabeth/Batty winked at him before following and Jeffery made his way back to the club to lock up.

He heard a gleeful cry of “He nailed your personality!” and harsh shush behind him and looked back to see Skye staring at him as they turned the corner.

Maybe he would have something to tell Keenan tomorrow.

#the penderwicks #jeffery tifton mcgrath #batty penderwick #skye penderwick #skyeffery #au #i will fuel my own need for penderwicks content #i wrote a thing

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