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svt gym rat bf things
I am re-starting my fitness journey, and what better to motivate me than being a casual (worrying) level of obsessed with svt. So yeah once again no one asked for this but here we are, writing it anyway
Warnings: some slightly suggestive material, going to the gym/fitness/working out is the topic, meals and eating mentioned
seungcheol
-he is 100% using any gym time with you to show off/impress you/remind you he's ya man, the most overtly sexy of the gym bfs
-likes to hold eye contact while he does hip thrusts. if he's really feeling it he'll get the weights as close to your actual weight as possible, looking at you while he stacks them all up.
-the BELT FLICKS.......the belt flicks. he does it on purpose. and by god you’re grateful.
-shamelessly ogles you the whole time
-he will slap your butt after spotting you for squats and call it his boyfriend tax
-knows you think he's sexy when he works his arms or chest so he always calls you over to spot and then smirks when you get flustered
-but he doesn’t anticipate how desperately whipped he becomes watching you work out (the post lift cardio session is always of a very specific genre if u know what I mean)
-also is a sucker for you in gym clothes and buys you new gym fits every other week
jeonghan
-only wants to go if you're going (poor boy is tired)
-really good at spotting though, always there to help if you need
-easily impressed when you do anything even remotely cool or beat your pr
-spends most of the time talking to you while you work out
-gets flustered when you do something he finds attractive but will NEVER admit it and tries to play it cool
-when he does finally get to the workout you are disgusted by how much bigger his arms are than yours
-i just know he got a fire gym playlist with barbiecore songs bc they get him hyped
joshua
-subtle flirting in the gym is this man's love language
-meets eyes with you and winks across the squat rack, "accidentally" grabs the same weight and your hands touch and he looks up at you all dramatically, leans against the mirror to chat you up
-all smiles even when he's lifting something really heavy if you're there
-makes a plan beforehand for what you're both working that day and checks in with you periodically to see how you're doing
-does silly dances to his gym playlist to make you laugh
-gives you hugs no matter how sweaty you are
-makes sure you push yourself just enough but never too hard
-the gym selfie king -- and he knows all your best angles
jun
-working out with him is a hazard because he always makes you laugh mid lift and you nearly drop what you're holding
-big proponent of stretching but mostly because he likes to see how flexible you are because he is a heaux
-he is also pretty dedicated to his workouts and knows how to keep on task at the gym, but thinks it's cute if you're bouncing off the walls a little
-switches earbuds with you while working out and then judges you when half of it is music he's a featured artist in
-he will challenge you to fake dance battles
-sneaks lil kisses between sets
hoshi
-cannot contain himself because YOU CAME TO THE GYM WITH HIM, goes way too hard, and complains for the next four days about how sore he is
-"races" you on the treadmill
-takes his shirt off because "he got too sweaty" but then gets suspiciously excited when you stare at him or compliment him
-you catch him staring at you all the time
-does his squats RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE and then looks over his shoulder at u like "what r u looking at? perv"
-will do every single gym couples challenge with you, sends you videos throughout the week being like "we should try this"
wonwoo:
-another tired boy, but he does plan what he's going to work out at the gym every time and appreciates you following his schedule with him to keep each other on track
-workouts are usually not aerobic heavy so there's a lot of eye contact with him too
-cannot keep a smile off his face when you hype him up while he lifts, which is almost reason enough for him to do it
-is also super encouraging -- when you're challenging yourself to do something you've never done or trying to break a pr he's always so supportive and sweet
-lets you pick out matching gym fits to wear and always loves how happy you get when he comes out in his
jihoon:
-this man is the ultimate gym buddy and personal trainer
-if u express even a vague interest in working out he will sit you down to discuss goals and expectations and then come to your first gym session with a written, illustrated schedule targeting your specific body type & goals
-meal preps for u :(:(:(:(
-THE BEST spotter and also why do i feel like he has weird amounts of chiropractic knowledge and will be able to help you stretch SO well
-you can ask him any question about any workout and he knows the answer
-for some reason being in the gym with jihoon is so romantic to me like??? i feel like he'd be spotting you while you lift and he'd just lightly touch your arms to steady you and you'd be a blushing mess and so would he and then you'd go make out after
-worried you’re gonna get hurt so it’s sometimes hard for him to complete his workouts bc he’s watching your form
seokmin:
-going to the gym with seokmin would be a disaster in the best way
-will you work out? yes
-will it mostly be your abs, from laughing at him the entire time? also yes
-he will do bicep curls at you AGGRESSIVELY while he blasts careless whisper over the gym speakers
-his squats are all excuses to throw it back/twerk into you
-is also down for a couples challenge or two
-would be very complimentary of your muscles even if you don't feel like they're that good
-counts down your reps in a silly voice
-he ALSO has really good belt flicks but kind of by accident, and when he catches you blushing he'll tease you about it
mingyu:
-another elite-level gym buddy bf
-does love shots with your preworkout & makes the BEST post-gym meals
-he would also totally be that guy who has you kneel on his feet when he does sit-ups or lay beneath him while he does pushups so he can kiss you every time
-he is also an ogler. he will stare shamelessly at your butt as you walk by
-you might try to do a couples challenge once, but he's clumsy af and it didn't end well so you vowed never to do it again
-he's just a big baby so every time you exclaim over how nice his body is he'll get all shy
-also of course this man is posting up in a backwards baseball cap, a black skintight shirt, and gray sweatpants ON PURPOSE but he'll pretend he doesn't know he's committing literal crimes
-enthusiastically encourages you “one more rep babe one more you got this YEAHHHHH”
minghao:
-i see him more as a yoga/barre guy than a lifting guy
-also very good at stretching you out
-gets embarrassed when you watch him push through a difficult workout bc you're practically drooling at how attractive it is
-but he's also surprisingly goofy in the gym with you and makes sure you’re both having a good time
-loves to do those couple yoga poses and couple stretches
-also is down to help you with boxing or jiu jitsu moves
-post-gym glow is real on minghao
-hard to keep ur hands off each other after you get home hehehehehehehe
seungkwan:
-leg day is every day. so many squats are being done
-he also makes you laugh a lot
-for any aerobic workouts you are either getting in the pool with the grannies for water aerobics or ur doing Zumba there is no in between
-takes you on runs to beautiful spots in the city
-gets competitive about working out with you so if you do more reps than him or run a lil faster he pushes himself too hard
-is always prepared: the night before, he’ll set out your gym clothes, fill your water bottle and put it in the fridge, portion out the preworkout, etc
vernon:
-wants to share gym playlists, so he has one earbud of yours in the gym at all times
-surprises himself with how much he’s staring at you because wow he likes you in that tight shirt and leggings
-I can see him being really methodical about working out, so he kinda gets lost in it and forgets you’re alive, until you do your little dances around him
-he loves it when you show off for him so he can compliment you bc he’s kind of shy to do it without a reason bc then he’d have to admit how much he’s forgetting to work out because he’s paying attention to you
-gives you kisses to congratulate you when you reach milestones
chan
-he would also be elite level gym buddy bf
-uses gentle hands to correct your form if he’s worried you’re gonna hurt yourself 🫠
-he is also goofy in the gym but he also knows exactly when to be serious
-almost more committed to your goals than you are and goes buck wild when you reach a goal of any sort bc he is AN ADORABLE CUTIEPIE
-it’s the little things for him — like when you hum along to the song in your ears when you’re re-racking the smaller weights, he’s just so smitten with you
-idk why but I feel that he would be so good to you when you’re feeling that post gym soreness. he’s on that draw you an epsom salt bath, give you a massage, bring you Gatorade type beat
#seventeen#svt#svt fluff#svt x reader#svt imagines#svt reactions#maybe it’s just me but this makes it really easy to tell who my bias is#gym rat svt supremacy
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Heey! I hope you're doing well!
You can not imagine how incredibly happy I am to find someone who writes chubby reader fics and not even just in that awful self depreciation way!
Now if you have the time and energy for it may I request something with a chubby reader who has a chronic illness (mine is EDS, so chronic pain and frequent dislocations) but is also a lot stronger than anyone expects, especially from a chubby ill reader?
I am currently super hyped for Baizhu and some of my favourites are Cyno, Childe or Yae Miko. Although any character would be amazing!
long time no post. hope you all are well, and happy baizhu release! and i'm glad to provide, anon. we're just people too that deserve respectful content. as a chronic condition haver but not EDS i will leave everything but the pain and dislocation pretty vague. just not something i personally experience and i don't want to try and act like it's something i do, lol.
shit, you're strong!
characters featured: baizhu, cyno, tartaglia, yae miko
pronouns used: none--second person perspective.
warnings: vague descriptions of pain/limb dislocation, reader picking people up, sparring (tartaglia)
notes: written with a chubby reader in mind. will not really work if you aren't chubby. also, if you like my work, feel free to leave me a tip if you want and are able!
baizhu, being chronically ill himself, will not bat an eyelid at any symptoms. not only is he a doctor, but he gets it. like on a personal, visceral level. he's the guy that will just go "oh dear, let me fix that" as he pops your shoulder back into place. then you pick him up and squeeze him as thanks and the man squeaks and sputters. he never really underestimated you, but he did NOT expect to be picked up like a sack of potatoes. he can't say he doesn't like it, though. also extremely understanding of your pain, and will make accommodations for the both of you to be as comfortable as possible on dates.
cyno might fuss over you a little too much. freaks out at the slightest mutter of "ouch" from you because he loves you. tries to slap a band-aid on you when your leg is clearly in need of resetting and suggests a doctor's visit when you sigh. things like that. to show him you're fine, you pick up a heavy crate he was supposed to check for illegal knowledge capsules and just. lift it over your head. cyno has a conniption. after you show him without a doubt that you're ok, he'll sheepishly admit he's over-worried. he knows you're capable, and now he knows you're strong. he just cares so, so much.
tartaglia is fucking ecstatic when you swipe the backs of his knees and send him flying when you spar. he was always worried about being too rough with you because of the potential of you getting seriously injured, but once you show off your strength he relaxes a lot more. he's still incredibly conscientious of your health, but...you might actually leave training with a bruise or two. also makes it clear to never hesitate to tell him the second something actually hurts. he's the king of making you a sushi roll in a blanket and plopping you down on his lap with a heat pad.
yae miko is a giggling mess when you tell her that people underestimate your strength. she's more astute than most, and despite your condition she is very aware from the start of your abilities. she knows how silly it is to judge based on appearances. on days the pain is extra awful she will bring you a bowl of tofu to share, content to sit with you and while the day away. hm? her duties? oh, please. nothing is more important to her than spending time with her beloved.
#baizhu#tartaglia#cyno#yae miko#baizhu x reader#tartaglia x reader#childe x reader#cyno x reader#yae miko x reader#house of daena#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact x chubby reader#genshin x chubby reader#x reader
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hi im back again to say the pros and cons of breathing is driving me actually crazy like idek the timeline or lore or whatever of who was writing more lyrics at the time between pete and patrick and even though its probably primarily about someone else/a different situation, its making me think about early days p2 and like the way they used to fight... like pete pushing patrick to sing because he saw his talent but also patrick not being comfortable in the spotlight as much as pete and also being way less willng to talk about his emotions AND petes history of playing with voice and writing from both his and patricks perspective... and how that can feel stifling and controlling when you arent used to (or dont want to be receptive to) emotional intimacy... and the thought of that whole era of peteandpatrick where they were already connected to each other so strongly and had such an intense relationship (no matter how u defne relationship) but without healthy communication or boundaries and just being so young and feeling out of your depth in an intense scene...... anyway can u tell im such a patrick girl (gender neutral)
FUCK YES THE BIG TEXT IS BACK so glad you’re a committed to the bit girlie (gn) i respect that so much, you are my type of person fr… also thought id join you in solidarity of big text for a paragraph :-3
but also god ok yeah i have a whole p2 playlist that is full of fob (and a couple soul punk) songs that are like… p2 to me and pros and cons is DEFINITELY on there. for tttyg it would have been patrick writing the lyrics, however like you said patrick going into the spotlight to sing via pete’s encouragement, 100% is reflected. and how that feels for him especially being so young in such an intense scene. (and to take what you said about pete’s writing, he started writing from my heart bside. which coincidentally features its not a side effect of the cocaine… which is such a less talked about certified peterick banger to me LMFAO…) like. patrick being that young he obvs has all this teenage angst to write out but also it’s hard at that age to differentiate like… hate from love from respect to disdain or whatever and that’s why us peterick girlies can see such, well, Peterick(TM) in even songs like pros and cons cause it’s patrick’s teen perspective here, he is gonna feel a lot and understand like none of it except that it’s A LOT. and finding your literal other half soulmate crytophasis partner at that age (though not knowing it ofc) must’ve been like. Dear God What The Fuck Is Going On I Am Feeling So Much So Strongly This Must Be Anger (babygirl no i just don’t think you were used to being so known so easily). also just the verses in pros and cons are so.. idk to me window imagery is sooo peterick to me ugh… also to go on my own little tangent but you said ur a patrick girlie (gn) so i think you’re fine with this BUT genuinely smfs is my fave era already i cannot lie, it’s like that obsession flame has been lit again really hot and really strong, they are each other’s fucking wife guys hype men. silly rabbits. whatever but it’s HEALTHY it’s so good. and you can tell patrick is so free right now. like… the other day i got so weepy over him literally like. he’s the clear frontman now it’s… god i cant continue or i’ll start bawling i cannot lie x smfs era is so much for us patrick and peterick girlies
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I don't know if I've elaborated on this specific headcanon on here but this is a hill I plan to die on and I keep instinctively referencing it when I write so here:
Apollo has canonically watched doctor who or at least the AA equivalent, he makes a reference to it about Trucy's panties. This is canon. However I personally choose to believe that he is a fan of the much derived classic serial Trial of a Time Lord and does in fact regularly force the people in his life to watch it with him in an attempt to get them to like his nerd shit because it's law themed. This predictably fails because it is one of the worst seasons in the shows 6 decade run and is at points barely watchable. But I do think that Apollo just gets too hyped about the fact it's two of his interests overlapping
I'm gonna put the context under the cut for this serial because it's less headcanon and more just my thoughts, but I you want me to talk about how bad I think one of my favourite characters taste is then enjoy
For those not in the know this serial is basically an entire season of the show with the overarching narrative of the Doctor being on trial with himself as the defense in the gallianan court to prove that he hasn't been breaking basically all their laws by interfering with the affairs of other planets. It features very silly costumes, questionable writing because the BBC was trying so hard to get the show canceled at this point in time, and Brian Blessed in yellow face.
Now I am probably one of the few dw fans that actually quite enjoys the idea of a court drama doctor who serial, a lot of people are opposed in concept alone as the drama of the episode is regularly cut away to court scenes of the doctor and the procecution (that's a whole ass can of worms I'm not getting into the valeyard) bickering. But I will concede that even I couldn't finish it. The companions are well, they're two of the worst ones the series has ever done. I enjoy Perri but god did the writers just want a random young woman to be in skimpy outfits and put very little thought into her beyond that. It's carried by the performance but my girl has nothing to work with, especially this season where they get rid of the fact that she and six have a pretty antagonistic relationship and she's just generic companion with no flavor. Mel is... Ok whenever I see a female character that a fan base seems to hate I do instinctively want to love her. I was sat there determined to like her but unfortunately this is one of the few times the fans are right. She's really grating and not interesting in the slightest. I really tried. I can't.
The story's are goodish, it's classic who fair. Nothing outstanding unless you're me and want to over think about Perris death. But the episode itself doesn't lend much to that idea beyond her performance. The pacing is rough with the interspersed trial sections and honestly the Doctors puns on the prosecutors name get old real quick and that is so so much of the trial sections.
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I beat Splatoon 3: Side Order
I hate Splatoon multiplayer. I'm not great at it, and it gets me very heated, so I essentially avoid it after the first couple months, I make myself a character, all good to go.
I LOVE Splatoon singleplayer. So so so so so so much. Splatoon is essentially a singleplayer experience for me, and I am ok and content with that. I also love roguelikes! So when the DLC is a roguelike (with best idols as the feature), it's peak. Ignore the fact it took me a while to beat it that's how ADHD works. Anyways, I have a format that I think I've made now, so I'm going to do said format
Gameplay
Roguelike :)))))) I love these! I already said this! There's not much to say other than it certainly is a tower where I get more upgrades and create silly broken builds and I love that! Drone and Lucky Combo was my favorite cause I could just make inkstrike and special and bomb spam and nobody could stand a chance against me, it was super fun. Roller was my favorite weapon for this reason too (I also beat the tower with roller first so that might be part of it). The game def takes a few runs to really get going but like, I can't hold that against it?? That's what the genre is. You start to unlock shit and it starts to ramp up and that's the fun. I got frustrated at times on certain levels, and especially the rigorous ones on earlier runs get very very exhausting (I had to take a lot of breathers cause my hands would get sore), but that's not really like... a bad thing. I expect this genre to make me work. When I was going through with all of the different weapons, it was nice that each felt different enough, especially with the color biases, to make each run for 100% fresh (HA) feeling.
Murch was NOT cooking with his loadout though how the fuck does that dude play irl it took me so much fire speed up chips and changing his whole loadout to make that feel ANY good
Characters
Pearl and Marina :)))))))) They're my favorite idols. They're the best ones. I get more of them and even more Marina backstory and I'm not upset about it. Dedf1sh/Acht was a really cool addition and I'm glad they're expanding on characters that were previously just musicians. I found their whole shtick of "Thank god you're here Eight otherwise these two might just start making out in front of me and I can't handle that". It was funny. Order was a very cool force, and even as Smollusk with his stwupid wittle baby voice (DISCLAIMER: I ENJOYED IT) was a neat little character, just a program doing what it's supposed to do.
Story
The best part of this DLC's story is its worldbuilding and continuity from the last DLC expansion from 2. Seeing them acknowledge the Octoling society exodus, AND all of the sanitized people??? That's super cool! Marina showing off more of the skill they talk about constantly with her creating this whole program and working to fight against it is awesome. I appreciate how they tied the gameplay being constant runs into the story, each complete run giving you more and more details on what created Order, why everything is the way it is. Of course, that is also what makes it a little frustrating at the start, because you want to see the story but you have to play the game more to really get it going. It's what happens, so like, whatever, but I do wish for the story's sake alone I could have sped my progress up A LITTLE (the solution is to git gud).
Music
It's fucking Splatoon. Of course the music is peak. I loved the empty sounding songs, the evil printer techno, the super hype club beats while you are dying, it's hype! My favorite song was Parallel Canon :)
Everything Else
Part of the reason I love Splatoon is the ocean theming, I love sea creatures. I thought it was really cool how they made irl dying coral reefs into the theme, combining it with the digital and technology aspect of grayscaling, it's such a cool combination of theming that only Splatoon can do. Speaking of, the attention to detail in this DLC (and really the series as a whole) is INCREDIBLE. The app icons, the programs Marina using being actually recognizable as real programs, the demonstrations showing off character with the silly little anime eyes, there's just so much to look at in every point. The text and writing has also always been a strength of Splatoon, and Side Order just continues to deliver. I loved all the enemy names being musical terms, the puns are always great, the extra dialogue in the menus as you unlock and kill enemies, and even Overlorder's title changing as you do more runs??? It's so cool and it all gives you more motivation to continue to play more. This game is a charming joy with one of the most unique settings I've seen, and the DLC just gives me more of what I love.
10/10. Continued supply of Splatoon and Roguelike goodness with a jelle-ton of charm (I'm funny!)
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"You forgot one; Unstoppable."
Alright, there's something about Sonic I need to get off my chest.
First, there's the movie sequel, which we've been waiting for since the post credit scene of Tails in first film. And this movie was absolutely incredible! I still haven't gotten out of the hype, the Wachowski boys live in my head rent free, I am unable to stop imagining scenario after funny or fluffy scenario and shenanigans. And there are so many retro easter eggs from every media of this franchise (so many in the climax alone, Knuckles jumping back off the Tornado, that light tap from '06, catching the giant robot's punch from Sonic X, Enerjak vibes from Archie comics during Master Emerald's origin story, the air bubble from underwater levels of Sonic Rush, that water slide in the last temple, the drowning scene paralleling first episode of Sonic X, all the classic traps, the same expression and flailing in "I can't swim!" as first episode of Sonic Boom, Fleetway vibes when they had us worried in the first half of that one scene, the snowboarding, Tails' Zeti Zappers from IDW, and so much more!) And don't even get me started on how well the mobian characters were done and finally, that mid credit scene. It wasn't exaggerated that those who weren't STH fans also know this beloved character. My best friend isn't a fan, she didn't even care much about this franchise before the second movie and doesn't know any lore but she also knows Shadow.
Then, while still in the hype of the sequel, there was already a teaser trailer of Sonic Prime released recently along with Sonic Origins trailer and the hype increased ten-fold, again. And I suspect that Issue #50 of IDW will be coming out on his 31st Anniversary so there's that too.
Anyways, all that Sonic content aside, but now even Disney has placed his 2019 trailer version in their movie.
Hear me out for a second.
First, I got upset at learning that version was featured in the film and trending, but then I gave it a little thought and went, "Oh. Oooohhhh! So that's what happened. Are they really that angry at our beloved blue hedgehog now? Oh, boy. XD" Now I'm laughing at the implications of why they placed him in one of their live action films, and in that particular form too. This afternoon, I told my Mom about it in these exact words, "Mom, guess what. Disney added the 2019 trailer version of Sonic in their recent-most live action movie and that one scene with 'Ugly Sonic' is now trending the most." She chuckled so hard at the irony, saying something along the lines of, 'Never thought this time would fall on them.'
Now, no offense to Disney or Chip n Dale fans ofcourse since this is purely from the point of view of a Sonic fan who saw her favorite character portrayed like that after his own movie was a block buster hit, it doesn't take a genius to connect the dots.
Remember those memes and posts Sonic fans were posting before Sonic 2 movie was released? The ones which said something like how we don't even care at this point if the movie is silly or childish or whatever, we want this hedgehog to break records. To make Disney and Marvel and Nintendo nervous, to make the other companies trip over their own feet trying to catch up to a speedy hedgehog fighting Jim Carry. And many other similar memes. Well, that's exactly what's happening and 2019 Sonic appearing in a freaking Disney movie like that just confirms it.
The hedgehog truly is unstoppable this year and I love it!
#for all those Sonic fans who got triggered by appearance of 2019 Sonic#i feel for you guys#and these are my thoughts regarding that trending scene#chip n dale rescue rangers#sonic the hedghog movie#sonic movie 2#sonic the hedgehog#sonic the hedgehog 2#sonic#sonic cinematic universe#scu#sth#sonic movie#sonic movie 2 spoilers#disney#2019 trailer Sonic#ugly sonic
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as someone who only just finished gideon the ninth last sunday & finally understands the hype & hasn't finished the other books, PLEASE release the 11 pages of notes
your wish is my command, here are my notes verbatim typed from my tiny notebook (typos notwithstanding. i fixed those so i don't look stupid)
ACT I
P. 29 - before the duel, Harrow presents herself “emptied like a quiver” prefiguring the necromancer/cavalier dynamic and the fact that they will grow to need each other. The king & lionheart of it all…
P. 54 - Gideon tells Harrow: “Your heart is a party for ten thousand nails.” and I SCREAMED
P. 73: [paragraph describing Ianthe and Coronabeth in luxurious detail] “The boy just looked like a bit of a dick.” lesbianism
P. 76 - “He didn’t look healthy; he looked like a collection of lemons in a sack.” Why is this so evocative
SO funny that Harrow is like Griddle. You hog you need to do this correctly. Wear the damn face paint. And then it’s just a weird Ninth House thing. I love space Catholicism these bitches so deranged
Cannot read the “I pray the tomb stays locked forever. I pray the rock is never rolled away” prayer without it being to the tune of ‘No Children’
ACT II
P. 110 - “Coronabeth Tridentarius, Princess of Ida, took her hand and roguishly kissed the backs of Gideon’s knuckles.” I know there’s a whole essay on chivalry and gender on Tor but I guess I just want to say that there’s a really interesting subversion of the medieval lady/champion dynamic going on. Coronabeth kisses Gideon’s knuckles. Dulcinea has Gideon physically show off but Gideon, bound by her promise to Harrow, cannot talk and thus any typical structures for wooing are inverted. By her silence she is rendered as cool and unbreachable as a maiden in a tower
Something something Gideon’s physical body and her personhood always being someone else’s property.
All of Jeannemary’s dialogue with Magnus being parenthesized and in a smaller type is such a fun little touch
P. 125-6 - “[...] but she had fed her entire life into the meat grinder of hope.” Fuck me!
P. 128 - “She had never seen Harrowhark Nonagesimus’s naked face.” Harrow having to perform being Reverend Daughter not only her role but the entire house in the shape of a girl
[Angela Carter voice] a girl who is both death and the maiden
P. 151 - “You could have died today.” "you could finish me right now, if you liked. You might even win."......hot.
Every single one of Gideon’s silly nicknames for Harrow is perfect.
P. 152 - “She smiled again–slower than before, just as terrible, just as strange.” Okay Galadriel
P. 161 has the first time Gideon calls Harrow by her first name. By the end of the act it will be three times. Harrow has yet to say hers.
“P. 163 - “You can control my body. You can read my thoughts.” I believe this is what the kids call foreshadowing for book 2
Also on that page: “But first, Griddle, I’m afraid I have to pass out.” I love her.
Verbatim annotation from p. 167: ‘SHE’S NEVER HAD A DESERT :(‘
I know that they’re not friends but [John Darnielle voice]: people say friends don’t destroy each other what do they know about friends
Ianthe’s “I don’t live alternative histories” god I am so excited for her to be awful
The dynamic kind of reminds me of Sweet Smell of Success (1957) which features a similarly nasty yet reliant dynamic but it ends Far Worse. Very much we need each other to be a cohesive whole but that doesn’t mean we have to be nice
IT WAS THEIR ANNIVERSARY!!! NO
ACT III
I will be surprised if Dulcinea survives and also does not end up being marginally evil.
Not to sound like it’s 2014 and I just discovered all-female casts but I’m really into both the 2nd and 9th being the only ones with both necro + cav being women. I know it’s a basic thing and that there isn’t
a ton about the Second House yet but having the representatives of “The Emperor’s Strength” both be girls…nice
Naberius die challenge!
P. 200 - “He wouldn’t have let anything happen to Abigail [...] She hated heights. She never would have risked falling.” I am howling like a shot wolf.
First of all, Gideon being affected by Magnus’s death because he was nice to her without any ulterior motives: OUCH. Second, “we are all the sons and daughters that the House of the Ninth possess.” The Twelfth Night of it all…the performance of it all. (“I am all the daughters of my father’s house and all the brothers too.” 2.4)
The Harrow who lives in my head has a mullet
UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES WILL I EVER DESIRE YOUR JUICE
The First time Harrow calls Gideon by her name is p. 228
The choice of ‘spawned’ to refer to Harrow’s birth feels deliberate and I’m sure I’ll find out why later. Also the Scandalous Nudity being her face rather than her body when they’re both bare…it’s about living around and under the foot of someone your whole life but never being allowed to know them
P. 234 - Gideon can’t even say Harrow’s name aloud to anyone else…I wish to die! Swiftly!
P. 246 - Gideon has a hot bath for the first time (yay!) and wonders “whether water could get inside of you and make you sick.” God the Ninth House really is living in Vampire Times. Aristotle, you there?
The way all the different houses approach necromancy and the necro/cav dynamic is SO interesting! Cam’s line on p. 235 about the Eight “breed[ing] batteries” absolutely chilled me. Also the juxtaposition between the Eighth using cavaliers as an energy source vs Ianthe, absolute freak, taking a chunk out of Babs. The physical body vs the energy which propels it. Then contrasting that with pairs like Magnus & Abigail (rip) and Cam & Pal who mentally and emotionally rely on each other instead. It isn’t parasitic. KING AND LIONHEART! GO CRAZY AAH! GO STUPID AAH!
I am using all of my meager brain cells to formulate a thought about Camilla and Marta’s fight that isn’t just. wrow. women. OK. The description is short and brutal like the fight itself. The line about Cam fighting like a grease fire works so well my blood was in my EARS! When she dislocated Marta’s arm my own arm jerked back in shock. Fully almost yeeted the book
Yay for Pal also getting a hot moment. One man <3
“Harrow “rose to the occasion like an evening star”....DEATH FIRST TO VULTURES AND SCAVENGERS…I love her something awful.
My highlighter ran out on p. 275 because I highlighted basically the whole page. The girls HUG!! Gideon lifts Harrow off the ground! Unsure if I should tag myself as ‘midnight hagette’ or Harrow’s utter lesbian brain death. At “It feels like forever” I genuinely screamed into my hands. God they’re it. THEY’RE IT.
P. 284 - “Gideon wanted her longsword and she wanted Harrow.” yeah me too
P. 285 - Jeannemary: “I hated [Isaac] when we were little, he wasn’t at all what I wanted.” ough the parallels
I know that naming a character ‘Isaac’ in your space opera about traumatized Catholics is sort of like naming a character ‘sacrifice’ and yet it’s still so gut wrenching! I love and I hate when characters fall victim to the prophecies within their names
Speaking of Biblical etymology, I see you Judith Deuteros. Please decapitate a dude
I knew about the Sex Pal joke and still guffawed
CHAPTERS 26-34
The description of Isaac’s body as a “broken sieve” really upset me and also harkens back to Harrow being empty as a quiver. The necromancer’s body as something which exists to be filled by energy and power, but also something so vulnerable as to demand the physical protection and occasional energy of its cavalier
P. 292 - “When [Dulcinea] breathed it sounded like custard sloshing around an air conditioner.” Absolutely Fucking Wretched!!!
P. 294 - “Mostly cancer and just a little bit of women.” each House really is fucked up in new and exciting ways
Gideon’s nightmare of finding Jeannemary’s severed limbs in her bed really kneecaps you. It’s giving Bluebeard. It’s giving Robber Bridegroom. It’s giving cavaliers as expendable physical forms, and that kind of body horror hasn’t quite been present aside from the avulsion room which wasn’t so bad
P. 331 - “What would you do if you discovered Camilla was a murderer?” "Help her bury the body." G O D
This entire page kills me. For some reason the one year difference and the choice to say “I’ve known her as long as she’s lived” like Harrow’s life is contingent on Gideon’s. One flesh one end B I T C H ! !
Also on that page: “She nearly killed me half a dozen times growing up, but I always knew why.” ok cool!
WAS NOT READY FOR THIS REVELATION???
I have run out of insightful commentary but Harrow wanting “prey, rival, and audience all wrapped up in one.” vs Gideon being “hungry for the Reverend Daughter’s preoccupation”. Don’t you think they’re the same thing? Love and attention? They’re both watching and being watched. Portrait of a Lady on Fire shit
I think Harrow and Cam should hold hands if only because they’d both hate it
Tamsyn loves a prophetic name. I thought she’d subverted it with Protisilaus but nope. Dead all along. First to die
Ianthe’s head pun…what is wrong with her
P. 352 - genuinely don’t have anything of substance to say about the pool scene but “I am exactly two hundred sons and daughters of my House, Griddle–I am the whole generation of the Ninth.” All this PLUS Harrow piloting her parents to keep the Ninth functioning. Christ.
P. 355 - “I am tired of being two hundred corpses.” ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch
Incredibly normal that Harrow’s parents were like hello our ten-year-old war crime daughter time for our group suicide! Here, I’ll tie your noose :) normal family!
I haven’t quite the familiarity with Antigone to say there’s an Antigone parallel somewhere but hmm
Cannot talk about the rest of this scene. I can barely look at it. YOU ARE MY ONLY FRIEND! I AM UNDONE WITHOUT YOU!!
Oh to have your only friend Gideon Nav kiss you on the forehead
I love you 4’11” teenage saint war crime necrophiliac
Gideon choosing to sleep in the cavalier bed. It’s about devotion as both a contract and an active choice. ‘I Will Follow You Into the Dark’ shit. I’m sick
P. 371 - “Dead as space, though accurately, that’s been true for a very, very long time.” I know this refers to Teacher but also stars themselves transmit light for millennia after they burn out. The cosmos itself as a haunted house
Why does the Emperor have a cohort anyway? What enemies are there that an army is necessary to grind children through? I need to know more about this
Cannot articulate this but Ianthe having to be a true necromancer and eating Babs to become a lyctor IS feminist not just because it’s such an overcome male power trip moment but also because it seems that In Media we can only have female villains if they’re tormented and redeemed by the end, they aren’t allowed to be deranged little freaks like this. She’s the damn joker!
REST IN PISS BABS. Again, genuinely progressive that Ianthe eats him and absorbs his perfect cavalier training; then, when she cannot keep it up she turns into a SKIN SHIELD?? [John Darnielle voice] come unhinged! Get revenge!
You’re really eased into the body horror and then Act IV is like hey kid you’re going to experience body horrors beyond your comprehension.
CHAPTERS 35-END
Thinking about 8-year-old Palamedes writing to 15-year-old Dulcinea about how he’s determined to cure her. Also interesting to think that something so mundane as cancer still exists in this world where people are regularly getting bodied by skeletons
Oh, re: Pal, I forgot to highlight this but there’s a line a few (?) chapters back where he surveys his work and sees that it’s good which is directly from god creating the universe
P. 400 - “[Gideon’s] brain was full of sweet fuck all.” yeah girl me too
Every single man in this book has died. Feminism but also Palamedes my friend :(
“Tell Camilla–oh never mind, she knows what to do.” Doctor Who vibes (sorry) “If you see Rose, tell her…tell her…oh, she knows.”
P. 406 - “Camilla Hect off the leash was like light moving across water. She punched her knives into the Lyctor’s guard over and over and over. Cytherea met them ably, but such was Camilla’s speed and perfect hate that she could only hope to block the thunderstorm of blows; she could not even begin to push back against them.” The wording here feels so deliberately Homeric! It’s her aristeia!
It doesn’t mention this in the after matter, but I am choosing to believe Cam was named after Camilla in the Aeneid. She HAS to be!!
I understand why people scream at Marvel movies now but the more apt comparison for Gideon & her two-hander is the re-forging of Anduril. I can hear the score
P. 412 - “I need to be inside you.” NOW IS NOT THE TIME HARROW!!
P. 414 - “Did you behold me, Griddle?” she got yeeted by a vertebrae string because she was too busy beholding you, Harrow!
Rosary-whip made of knuckles. What a great time to be ex-Catholic. This is so hot of her
Camilla Hect aroace icon. Send tweet.
A climactic boss fight where all 5 characters are women…wrow
FUCK YEAH DISMEMBERMENT!!
P. 429 - “All you have to do is live.” Harrow begging Gideon to do the one thing she thought was impossible as a child
Oh these bitches in LOVE
I love “undeserved” forgiveness
[holds Harrowhark Nonagesimus] you do not have to be good you do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves
I’m sorry I have zero thoughts I’m just saying ROMANCE ROMANCE ROMANCE ROMANCE ROMANCE ROMANCE over and over and over again in my head
“First flower of my House” is the most romantic shit I’ve ever heard get it OUT of my face. That is not something you come up with on the spot…
The cruelest thing anyone has ever done to Harrow in her life is willingly die for her…
P. 436 - “They were cheek to cheek: Gideon’s arm and Harrow’s arm entwined, holding the sword aloft, letting the steel catch the light.” No THIS is the most romantic shit
Harrow/Pal lavender marriage of the century lmao
Gideon & Harrow 🤝 Gimli & Legolas
Quoting the verses of the Book of Ruth that’s commonly used at weddings
Hey at least I successfully guessed that Dulcinea would be evil & dead by the end. I love being right
IN SUMMARY: DEATH DYING SUFFERING ROMANCE PAIN
#going back through these notes and the amount of stuff i accidentally foreshadowed....#what you don't see is rebecca-dewinters and i opening each other's notes only to realize that we wrote/quoted the same thing#anyway book good i feel cuckoo bananas#the locked tomb#alittletoosaintjust#answered
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Franken faceup (finally lol) under the cut :) very very long and text heavy because i had a LOT to say with the new stuff I tried :)
^ mockup :) you can see the placing of a lot of the stitches shifted slightly and that it was pretty dark makeup around the eyes! My big inspo for this was early pics of avril lavigne since I wanted to capture that vibe in the way of silly skater girl in this doll. I very much was kind of on the fence on this one, going back and forth on what I would do with the doll (which is why I um was postponing working on the head [outside of painting it] until now) but was convinced I would go with this.
I promise you I had plans to use this mockup. It just did not feel right when I *did* get around to the faceup so I went into it with my usual tactic of ehh it's fine I'll figure it out later which either goes really well or really bad from my experience. I had gotten some tips from a friend of mine who is a PHENOMENAL doll artist so was very hyped to put those into use as well!
I started with blushing the normal resin, not even touching the other colors until I had already gotten this layer sealed so there would be less color contamination (or that was the hope lol)
I just was focused on building up the pinks in the VERY yellowed resin to hopefully balance it out a little (with my experience with very yellowed dolls, this helps a lot in making the color a bit more balanced and life like instead of just. YELLOW. And with this head being from ~2006, she needed all the help she could get lol)
Next coat was the dark purple which shocker. This paint gave me even more issues lmao in the way that I struggled getting my pastels dark enough to really blush the cheeks and lips :/
Like it's there a bit but not a ton and that was ok! My lip lines kept disappearing with my sealant so I added more and more each layer.
Eventually decided that the small areas I had to blush on the teal and the light purple could be done on the same layer, so did that next
Added a bit more of the lip lines and blush around the eye area on this layer too :)
Brows were SCARY bc i was going to be trying new tactics next coat but for now, just a simple pastel outline was my goal! I was SUPER torn on how to proceed with eyeshadow (whether neutral, bright or dark) so focused on everything else (mainly getting the body blushed and getting things to look good there).
Then well. I would like to say i was just gonna do a TINY bit of watercolor to darken the purple side of the lips but then i got lost in the sauce of watercolors, adding moles, freckles, liner, and lashes with it! My favorite thing about this method of sealant (and this is a drawback to some people but to me it's a fun part) is that sometimes dust or small hairs get trapped in the sealant. And why I find this fun is that I can turn it into facial features on the doll, ie moles or scars. It's something where obviously I would prefer to NOT have it in there and I could pick it out but on this doll I wanted to gain as much skin texture as possible on each color so I let it be as messy of a sealant job as I wanted, which is why she's got the moles you see on the normal resin :)
I also used watercolors to add a bit of color where the pastels were not working well (the dark purple and teal parts of the head were giving me grief so I just got my brush wet, dipped it in my watercolors and placed it where i needed it, dabbing at it with a dry [or wet depending on what I needed] makeup sponge cut into small squares. It helped add a bit of color to the lips especially and I was very happy with how it turned out!
I am THRILLED with it so I'm letting it dry a bit and then sealant time! Honestly i do not think this faceup could have gone better :) i was NOT expecting it to go well but it came together and it feels very much like my doll announced her personality of hey. This is what I wanna look like and who am I to not follow those vibes!
Bonus pic w the eyes in (not perfectly aligned bc i didn't wanna budge the paint, I will be making them look a bit better later but I just was ready to get a pic and then put gloss on lol) :)
Also bonus bonus pic of the finished hand bc i am so so happy w it!!
^ gloss is still drying but :)
I'll post pics once it's all dry and ofc more progress as the body comes along but I'm really happy with it!
#twist rambles#bjd posting#Frankenstein wip#i really feel shes coming together... hopefully ill get a name soon lmao#SO hyped to get her done like... i think its really really pushed me to get comfortable with a lot of new faceup techniques and materials#shes such a unique sculpt like honestly her personality just shown through the second i put the eyes in 🥺 im so excited#wig time soon. hopefully#my phone is SO weird about pinks like it really makes them 20x more pink so the last pic is the most true to irl pic in here :)#i have no clue why i was like hey. light blue under the eye but i really like it! i think it adds a bit of personality to an otherwise#kinda normal faceup. again minus the painting underneath lmao#realizing im gonna have to go back over the stitches on the brow oughhh it's ok i am so so so brave... might make it more of an obvious cut#w using some acrylic to make it have a bit of skin there but idk. thats future mes problem lmao#i feel the arms are SO badly making it look very unfinished rn but i think when theyre done it's gonna be like ohhh its all coming together
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— ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + INUMAKI TOGE || BEING WITH AN INSECURE S/O
↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + inumaki toge from jujutsu kaisen
↳ warnings : grammar issues
↳ form : headcanons
↳ published : 11 april
↳ pronouns : mostly for she/her but it’s not specified
↳ request : heyy !its my first time ordering so i’m kinda nervous but i wanted to ask if you could make some headcanons with inumaki toge, megumi fushiguro and itadori yuji, where their s/o is incredible insecure. its the same for me and i can barely wear a tank top and short shorts, so it would be kind of you to write some.ps. i love your headcanons and your stories ^^
↳ barista’s notes : right now, i am looking at your theories on what my idea is and none of them have been close to what i have planned for the series ʕ￫ᴥ￩ ʔ to be honest, it is quite a stretch in my opinion but it does explain so parts of what i have put in to the story...but thank you all for being so invested! moving on from that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee and please come again any time soon ╲ʕ·ᴥ· ╲ʔ
When you tell Itadori about your insecurities, he would be the type to tilt his head to the side and ask why you are because you are really beautiful for him.
To be honest, you really couldn’t give him an answer to his question since you didn’t really remember where this started from - you just weren’t confident in yourself.
But Itadori would never push you for an answer but rather make it his role to kind of make your mind forget about your insecurities because he really doesn’t what your mind constantly question itself on how you look.
Rather Itadori is the type to make you laugh and smile as a way to distract you from the mindset that you have.
He will also unconsciously compliment you all the time at any time of day because he truly believes that you are the most wonderful person.
When you wear something you are not so confident in like shorts or a top, Itadori will smile brightly at you before telling you how you suit what you are wearing right now.
If you are uncomfortable, Itadori will make sure you are comfortable with him nearby your side - if you want, he would give you his jumper to cover you up while telling you that you did well for trying something out of your comfort zone (he doesn’t want to push you - baby steps lets say)
Since we all can sense that Itadori’s love language is physical touch, he would always plant a few kisses on your face everywhere after complimenting you because he can’t leave you without seeing your smile.
He is also the type to sneakily take a few pictures of you and post them on his Instagram story to let everyone that he is following know how amazing you look - and everyone in Jujutsu Tech will also hype you up.
Itadori will show you the messages and that makes your day or week even - he never really planned on this, it’s just what he does subconsciously.
Overall, he will do anything in his power to make you feel like the most wonderful person in the world and will tell everyone how beautiful you are, so you can also become confident in yourself.
In my opinion, Fushiguro will both question but also understand where you are coming from when it comes to insecurities.
While you were insecure about your appearance, he was also insecure about how he portrayed his feelings/love towards you - he is not the type of person to open up to someone easily.
He will be slightly confused on why you are insecure (in his mind) because he feels like you are a completely better person than he is overall massively.
It’s like a learning process for the both of you, so you both do help each other with your personal problems quite a bit from time to time.
Since Fushiguro does find it difficult to express his emotions in words, he will try to tell you how pretty/beautiful you look every day to improve himself and help you bring out a confident side to you.
When it comes to clothing, he seems like the type to not care what he wears - but what you don’t realise is that when you seem to completely be worried about how you look, he really cares how he looks when he is around you, he really does.
Fushiguro is the type of person to take baby-steps like he would encourage you gently and slowly to wear cotton shorts around him when you come over to his dorm (in the summer) and if you don’t feel comfortable after some time, he will let you borrow his joggers because you look cute in his clothes.
So when you compliment on how handsome he looks with what he had picked out, he will tell you how amazing you look back and over time, he would be the first one to inform you on how wonderful you look in the dress that you choose - leaving an impact on you since it’s rare that you do wear one.
Unlike Itadori or Inumaki, he doesn’t ‘expressively’ hype you as they do. Rather, he notices the subtle changes in behaviour you would exhibit when you look in the mirror and comment on how it’s nice to see you in something different - like he will blush because he never saw you in shorts/crop top before.
Overall, Fushiguro and you are taking small steps together in your relationship, you both understand the insecurities you both have and try to grow together slowly.
Inumaki is the type of boyfriend who wouldn’t question why you are feeling insecure - it’s not because he doesn’t want to acknowledge it, but rather he makes it his mission to make you feel the most beautiful you have been.
Inumaki is your personal hype man, when you wear something out of your comfort zone, he will cheer and tell you how amazing you look and it does make you happier than you were in the beginning.
Like when you come out of your room wearing a tank top because it’s a really hot day, he would give you two thumbs up and with a huge smile on his face to express how amazing you look.
Another way Inumaki will express his reaction to you is by hugging you really tightly since it makes him really happy that you are trying and it's a way to show how proud he is of you.
When you are talking to someone, you would notice from behind the person that Inumaki will have his phone screen facing you with a huge message saying ‘Hi beautiful <3’ to make you smile - it’s silly but it does but a bright smile on your face and makes you giggle lightly.
Inumaki is also the type to send you gifs to tell you that you are an amazing and beautiful person every day because he knows that those small messages he gives start your day in a positive way.
Inumaki really appreciates it when you try to wear all the clothing you refuse in front of him - like a little fashion show - because it not only helps you step out of your comfort zone slowly but it gives him the excuse to call you beautiful in every single outfit you come out in because you are.
When you are in public and beginning to become uncomfortable, Inumaki will notice right away and will take your head to help comfort you - because he knows that you are really trying and he wants to be there for you.
If that doesn’t work at all, he will kiss you on the cheek as a way to say ‘you did really well’ before using his jacket or something to have you wear/cover your legs - he isn’t disappointed, none of the boys would ever be.
Overall, even though Inumaki lacks the words to say what he wants to say, he is probably one of the most expressive people to tell you how wonderful you are without the slightest hesitation - by text or actions, he is always there for you.
© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost
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The Pact - Date #3
Pairing/Genre: OT7 BTS x reader (not poly), idol!BTS, best friend BTS
Word Count: 7.7k
Premise: The truth about the pact the boys have about you has been revealed. What happens when you agree to go on a single date with each of them?
Warnings: none, BUT THE FLUFF IS COMING DOWN FULL FORCE YA’LL
a/n: don’t forget, I taking your guys’ comments/reactions into account for this series, so please let me know what your thoughts are! of course, at the end we’ll really take a deeper look at all of the dates and what stood out the most, but I would love to hear from you about this one!! love you all, enjoy!
Date #3
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The more time has passed, the more you fully come to realize that if you have been that affected by two dates, you are in no way prepared for the five that remain.
Nope. Not one bit.
It was Thursday when Jungkook finally texted to check that you were free around eleven. Your heart leapt, finally. A date that you wouldn’t have to spend all day moping around waiting for.
So obviously, you were ready by 9. You know, just in case.
You’d been instructed to wear casual clothes, something that you rejoiced in. Donning your sweater with the word Harvard in thick blue letters spanning the front and a pair of skinny jeans, you felt right at home.
The boys never missed a chance to tease you about your Harvard sweatshirt, and for some reason they never believed your lie that you actually went there. Of course, that might be due to the fact that they were very much aware of your current schooling situation and it was most definitely not Harvard.
But hey...attending one of the top universities in South Korea wasn’t bad, either.
Currently you were perched on the end of your bed, partly due to the fact that if you went anywhere else you would most certainly just end up staring out the window at every car that passed by. Not wanting to look like a nosy neighbor, you’d confined yourself to your room to wait out the morning.
In the hours that pass, your thoughts are completely occupied by the two boys you shared the last couple of Saturdays with.
It would be a lie to say that you don’t replay the image of Taehyung standing in your doorway every night as you tried to sleep, his hair a fluffy mess and that cable knit sweater proving to be your doom.
Your thoughts were usually interrupted as you took your bracelet off and stared at it, imagining Hobi delicately placing each individual bead it it’s place. It’s when your hand burns with the memory of his gentle kiss on your palm that you finally set the bracelet down and let out a frustrated sigh.
Yeah...Jimin was wrong when he invited you to just think of these as nice, friendly dates.
He probably knew it, too.
“Ok,” you breathe out, closing your eyes and focusing on the rise and fall of your chest. “Just...enjoy it.”
Enjoy it you shall.
That’s the thing that carries you through the waiting, still just breathing in and out and mentally preparing yourself for all that awaits you today.
You get so carried away in your attempts to calm down that the knock on your front door comes before you realize how much time has passed. Taking one more steadying breath, you get up from your bed and amble down the hallway to the door.
Pausing for a moment, you realize that you truly have no idea who might be on the other side of that door. The thought makes you smile. You’ve always loved a good mystery.
Cracking open the door, you can’t help but smile as the figure before you has their back turned to you. At the sound of your quiet giggle, they turn around, eyes a little wide.
A nervous smile in place, Namjoon leans forward ever so slightly. Almost as though he’s being pulled in by your personal gravity. “Morning,” he says almost as an afterthought, his voice low.
“Good morning,” you respond, throwing the door open the rest of the way. “So you’re lucky number three?”
“Well, you know what they say.”
You busy yourself with grabbing your bag and double checking that you have everything. “What do they say?”
Namjoon shrugs, his nervous smile growing until it’s bordering on giddiness. “Third time’s a charm.”
Indeed.
Once you’ve ascertained that you have everything you’ll need (you made sure to replenish your mint stash earlier this week), you’re stepping out into the slightly brisk air and locking the door behind you.
The sound of keys jingling near your ear has you turning to face Namjoon, who wears an oversized, dark plaid shirt that’s open to reveal his black t-shirt beneath it. The picture of casual coolness, paired with his dark wash jeans and sneakers, the look is complete with the way his dimples poke out as he holds up the keys to your eye level.
“Guess who’s driving?” He teases in a sing-song voice, making you laugh as you swipe the keys from him. As the two of you descend the stairs toward the car, you tilt your head to the side.
“How did you get here?” Then, turning to him with wide eyes, “You didn’t drive yourself, right?”
He’s quick to shake his head, pointing out a car that’s turning around at the end of your street and slowly making its way back toward you two. “The guys dropped me off.”
The thought of Namjoon in a car with some of the boys and the rest trailing after them in a separate vehicle is endearing, while also hilarious. “All of them?”
“Yep,” he confirms. “Every last one of them.”
As the car draws nearer, you see the windows roll down and someone with familiar black, fluffy hair sticks their head out. Like a dog pile, another head hovers beside them.
Taehyung and Jimin.
Oh, and there’s Jungkook somehow managing to wiggle in between them.
“We apologize in advance, jagiya,” Jimin croons loudly with a teasing smirk. “At least try to enjoy yourself.”
You snort, clicking the button to unlock the car and laughing even harder when Hobi jumps at the sound of the horn. He sits in the passenger seat beside Jin, who drives. The two merely wave before mumbling something to each other that makes them laugh.
“Where’s Yoongi?” You ask, frowning as you do a head count and not finding him anywhere. In response, a pale hand coming from what must be the very back row of the car worms its way forward to the open window. You swear you can almost hear his disgruntled greeting, but it’s drowned out as Taehyung excitedly speaks up.
“Good luck trying to beat me, hyung,” he teases, shooting Namjoon a sweet smile that’s at odds with his teasing comment.
Namjoon just shrugs, utterly unphased as he follows you around the car and opens the drivers side with smooth precision. “Shouldn’t be too hard.”
This encourages a round of ooh-ing that only serves to make you laugh even as you tuck away the momentary competitive side of Namjoon. Calm, calculated, and - if you’re reading that steely look in his eyes correctly - utterly in the zone.
Oh, you’re definitely enjoying this way more than you should.
“Drive safe!” The boys shout out amidst jeering comments directed toward Namjoon and his lack of driving abilities. With a final wave, they’re speeding off down the street. Once they’ve disappeared from sight, you notice the way Namjoon’s shoulders relax. He hurries over to the passenger side, hopping in and buckling up before fiddling with his phone.
“So...where to?” You ask, buckled up and ready to go. You tap the steering wheel excitedly, already feeling hyped up from the short interaction with everyone.
You miss seeing them all together. There’s a reason why you’re friends with the entire group.
“I put the address into the car,” Namjoon explains. “It should give you directions as we go.”
Arching a brow at him, you don’t shift into drive just yet. “So I’m driving us there, but I don’t get to know what the end location is?”
Smiling softly, Namjoon nods. “Exactly. You’re so smart, have I ever told you that?”
Scowling, you press the green button that appears on the screen and a warm female voice instructs you to drive to the stop sign and turn left.
You hum, pondering the slightly sarcastic question. “I’m not sure. But that’s definitely a sign that you should tell me more often.”
“I’ll make note of that.”
With a glance at the screen, you see the estimated driving time. “We’re leaving Seoul?”
From your peripheral, you notice Namjoon’s worried expression. “Is that alright? We can find something to do around here, it’s just-”
“No,” you rush to reassure him. “I was just surprised, that’s all.” It won’t be a particularly long drive, just over an hour, but you certainly weren’t expecting that.
Something tells you that there are plenty more surprises waiting for you today.
It doesn’t take long before the two of you slip into an easy conversation, Namjoon relating his latest experiences in his efforts to add something eye-catching to his studio.
“Like what?” You ask. “I love your studio the way it is.”
Namjoon looks over at you, smiling softly. “Really? I don’t know...I just feel like something’s missing.”
“Well, we’ll keep an eye out for something today,” you promise, relaxing now that you’re on the freeway and in the flow of traffic. “Like, do you want something to hang up? Or something to go on your desk?”
He shrugs, taking a moment to roll his window down and close his eyes as it runs through his hair. “I already have a bunch of stuff on the wall, and if I put anything on my desk-”
“Right, you’ll spill on it.”
“Exactly.” You keep your eyes on the road, entirely missing the fond look he gives you.
“So basically, you don’t need anything.”
He huffs a sigh, rolling the window back up and sinking down into the seat. “No, I do, I just don’t know what.”
“Mmm.”
“Hey,” Namjoon cuts, giving you a dramatic glare. “Don’t mock me.”
Feigning innocence, you peek over at him. “I’m not!”
“Yah, just drive.”
“I am!”
Despite the bickering, you can’t fight the smile edging its way onto your features. A glance over at Namjoon shows that he’s having the same issue, his face turned away from you but failing to hide the silly grin he’s attempting to hide as his fingers curl at his lips. It’s a habit he’s had for as long as you’ve known him, one that often makes its way into many photos.
“Prepare to take exit 14,” the voice instructs, and you make your way over to the far lane, eyeing the looming sign that will announce what exit it’s for. Once the sign comes into view, you give Namjoon a puzzled look.
“We’re going to Anyang?”
It’s not that you have anything against the city, it’s just that...well, what is there in Anyang that isn’t in Seoul?
“See? Super intelligent.” It’s the only response you get from Namjoon, but it has you rolling your eyes in an effort to counter the butterflies that erupt in your stomach at the way he’s looking at you.
In a couple of minutes you’re turning onto a relatively quiet street, only a few random people mulling about, enjoying their weekend. Namjoon points out an entrance to a parking lot that you would have completely missed due to its hidden nature. Once you’re parked and dwarfed between the buildings surrounding the little lot, you jump out of the car and make a show of stretching your legs.
Namjoon mimics you, a loud yet satisfying yawn coming from him. “Hey, are you hungry now or are you good to wait a little while?”
You pause, internally wondering. “I think I’m good for a while.”
“Great.” Rubbing his hands together, he comes to stand beside you. “Let’s go, then.”
You fall into step beside him. “Woah, you still haven’t told me where- oh.”
The two of you have rounded a corner and now stand in front of a nondescript building. Its sage green paint is chipping a bit, giving it a rustic feel that is only accentuated by the gold lettering above the door.
Wanderers & Travelers
However, it’s not the homey feel or the tasteful name that has you stopping in your tracks. It’s what you see inside, through the large windows.
Without a single word, you step forward as though in a daze. The little bell above the door chimes as you walk in, announcing your arrival. And, as though the entire thing couldn’t get better, the scent hits you.
The smell of old and new books, some leather bound and some hard backed, dives into your senses and leaves you whirling.
The walls in here are painted some shade of sky blue, complementing the deep wood shelves. It’s quiet in here, the only sound being that of shuffling feet.
If you blink, you’re afraid it might all vanish.
“Oh! You’re here!”
Turning to your left, you see a woman with flecks of white in her hair, smiling warmly at you and Namjoon. If you’re being completely, honest, you’d nearly forgotten that Namjoon was there.
The woman descends the final few steps of the creaky staircase, keeping a friendly distance as she nods at the two of you. “You were right,” she remarks to Namjoon. Then, to you with a teasing smirk, “You look like you’ve never seen a bookstore before.”
You sputter for the right words. “I- yeah, but this-”
“Is no ordinary bookstore,” Namjoon finishes for you, a hand at your elbow. You can’t help but lean into his touch, momentarily forgetting the rows and rows of shelves just a few steps away as Namjoon involuntarily steps a little closer.
“Ah, right. Well, first thing’s first: I’m Choi Min-jee. And this is my bookstore,” she gestures to the endless rows of bookshelves, and you wonder for a moment how all of these can fit in the building. It looks so much smaller from the outside.
Min-jee motions for you to follow her, and she leads the two of you to the nearest bookshelf. “These books range in languages and age, you never know what you might find. This shop has been in my family for five generations now - we’ve collected our fair share of books and other antique items.” With a little wink, she steps back. “Take your time, and let me know if you have any questions. Oh, and the upstairs is open now.”
Namjoon perks up at this, looking over from where he’d pulled a book off the shelf. “Really? We’ll have to look up there!”
“Please do! I’m off to practice piano.” With that, she whisks away, leaving you to your own devices.
You stare after her in awe, mouth slightly ajar. It makes Namjoon chuckle quietly, he must know the feeling.
“I wanna be her when I grow up,” you whisper, earning a louder chuckle from the man.
“Same.” Namjoon heads deeper into the shelves, and you follow after him. He glances back at you over his shoulder. “This is my favorite place.”
“I take it you’re a regular?” You ask, eyes catching on a bright blue book with frayed binding. Pausing, you ease it from its spot. “Hm… ‘The Cottage by the Sea’.” You run my hand over the shiny inlay, a seashell glinting up at you. “Why do I feel like I just entered the world of ‘Little Women’?”
Namjoon snorts, wandering back over to you and gazing down at the book. He grabs the one that occupied the spot next to it on the shelf, the deep red absorbing in all the surrounding light. “You’re definitely Jo.”
“Really?” You ask, gently flipping through the first few pages and trying to find a publish date. “I always thought that I was more of an Amy.”
Namjoon looks appalled, tearing his eyes away from his book. “What? No. In what world are you Amy?”
“Hey! Don’t act like she’s a bad person,” You whine, bringing the book close to your chest. “She was just...trying to survive.”
Huffing loudly and obnoxiously, Namjoon heads over to the other aisle, peeking at you through the gaps in the shelf. “She got everything she ever wanted, without hardly having to ask for it. Are you telling me that you have everything you ever wanted?”
There’s a skylight above you, allowing the lazy afternoon sun to filter in and play with the lighter tones in Namjoon’s hair. He looks at you with his ferociously focused gaze, something that you had never squirmed under before but now find your cheeks burning as he doesn’t look away.
You sigh contentedly. “More or less. Look at me, I’m surrounded by books.”
Namjoon gets closer to the shelves, leaning down to be eye-level with you through the shelves. “So what’s missing?”
“Hmm?” You hum, getting a little lost as music starts up somewhere. You realize with a start that this must be what Min-jee meant by practicing piano, as the soft sound comes from somewhere hidden.
There’s a little smile on Namjoon’s face, just enough for a dimple to appear. “You said more or less. What are you missing still?”
Edging a little closer and nearly closing your eyes at the smell of leather, you’re tempted to reach through the shelf and poke at the little indent in his cheek. “Just your glasses, I think. I love it when you wear your glasses.”
The statement takes him by surprise, Namjoon’s dragon-like gaze dropping and a flush taking over his features before he steps back. “Hmph.” With that, he continues down the aisle, the red book still in his hands and the blue in yours. “I still think you would be Jo, though.”
“Why?”
The two of you match footsteps, languidly walking along the seemingly endless rows. You catch glimpses of him through the books, a soft dimpled smile on his face as he looks down at his feet. It’s enough to make your coy smile grow, and you clutch the book tighter to your chest.
Finally, Namjoon comes to a stop as another book catches his eye. You take the opportunity to round the corner and enter the aisle he stands in, feet carrying you closer to him. Just as you’re about to reach his side, he speaks.
“Jo is...well, for one, she’s a dreamer. And we both know you’ve got a lot of dreams in that head of yours.” He taps your forehead for emphasis, side-smile growing when you scowl. “But she’s a realistic dreamer. You’ve given up a lot for your dreams, but I believe that you’d leave it all behind if someone you loved was in need of you.”
You blink, unprepared for the genuine compliment.
“And,” Namjoon says breathily, sliding the book back into its place and turning on his heel to walk away. “You two share a tendency to be oblivious to others feelings for you.”
He keeps walking, leaving you to become a sputtering mess before launching yourself after him. “I- we what?!” You all but screech, wincing as you sound twice as loud in the empty shop. “I am not oblivious-”
With a triumphant smirk, Namjoon heads down a little slope that leads toward a sitting area. “Be honest with yourself. You wouldn’t have had any idea about the pact or anything if Jungkook hadn’t spilled it.”
“But that’s not my fault!” You defend, glaring defiantly at his back. “You guys had that under lock and key!”
Diving into another row, Namjoon looks contemplative. “Ok, that may be true. But tell me the truth: did you ever once suspect that...I don’t know, there might be something more going on? Even just once?”
You stand out in the main walkway still, frozen by his question. “Er…” Pausing to think, you squint down at the book still in your hands.
Of course there were moments that had your heart pumping a little faster and a blush rising to your cheeks. Movie nights always meant some form of cuddling, but you quickly just assumed that it was all part of the friendship. Good morning texts that made you sink back into your pillows with a lazy smile, or the little facts that one of the boys would remember about you always made you stop and wonder.
But you never actually entertained the idea. It all seemed too…
“Unrealistic,” you mumble aloud. When Namjoon looks at you quizzically, you walk down a few rows until something catches your eye. You delight in the fact that now he’s following you. “I guess I had little moments where I wondered, but it just seemed like wishful thinking.”
Stopping near the end of the row and looking up at the top shelf, you wiggle on your tip-toes trying to grab a book. Your fingers barely graze the spine of the book before a warm presence overshadows you and Namjoon’s fingers ghost over your own before tugging the brown book from its spot. Still pressed against your back, his light breathing makes the hair on the back of your neck tingle as he lowers the book into your waiting hands.
“Moments like this?” He whispers, hands coming to rest just above your hips.
Suddenly, you recall a moment from months before, when you’d been in a similar situation. The boys had invited you over for some breakfast on one of their rare morning’s off. You’d wanted some cereal, only to find the bowls on the very top shelf. Namjoon had come to your rescue, pulling the exact same move before awkwardly pausing and looking as though he’d wanted to say something. He hadn’t, and instead rushed out of the kitchen before you could even utter a ‘thank you’.
Turning around in his grasp, you can see that he wears a similar expression as before. This time, however, he looks determined to say whatever comes to mind.
With a quiet voice you whisper, “Who in their right mind puts bowls on the top shelf?”
Namjoon’s grip on your hips tightens as he throws his head back and laughs, the kind of laugh that sinks right into your bones. All you can do is watch him, feeling like it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him. Perhaps it’s the first time you’ve ever allowed yourself to look freely.
“Ah, so you did notice,” he whispers back. “You acted like nothing happened, so I figured I was in the clear.”
With a roll of your eyes, you’re stepping out of his grasp and taking a look down at the new book in your hand. “With you, Mr. Kim, we’re never in the clear.”
He lets out a low hiss, but lets you walk away. Not like you realize he’s not following you anymore, you’re idly wandering around while thumbing through the mystery novel. It looks like it might be an original copy from one of your favorite authors. One that passed away in the 1950’s, but still stands out among the countless authors that have come after them.
You’ve made it down to the small sitting area, where a large fireplace is crackling.
“Huh,” you smile. As if this place couldn’t get any better. Plopping down on the couch, you let out a sigh at how the cushions sink and welcome you into their warm embrace. Setting the blue book off to the side, you open up the brown one and begin to read.
You’ve nearly completed the first chapter - knees tucked to your chest as you lean against the arm of the couch - when you hear footsteps approaching.
Expecting it to be Namjoon, you glance over your shoulder with a smile. It’s Min-jee, who returns the smile with a knowing look. You listen closely and realize that her piano practice must be over. Classical music plays over the speakers in the shop instead.
“Namjoon’s gone upstairs,” she explains, coming to adjust something in the fireplace. “He said something about finding an item for his studio.”
You close the book softly, stretching before sitting up straight. “What’s upstairs? More books?”
“No, we’ve expanded our antique selection, there’s an assortment of desks and chairs up there, among other things.”
Making an ‘o’ with your mouth, you get up. “This place is amazing, by the way.” You hold up the brown book with an excited expression. “I found this - I think it’s an original! How much is it?”
Min-jee makes her way over to you, smiling softly as she recognizes the book. “You’re a fan of this author too, huh? My grandad used to read these to me back before I had to start running the shop.” She offers you a fond look. “Oh, and Namjoon told me to put whatever you like on his tab. So don’t worry about it. Take the book.”
She must notice your shock, because she places a comforting hand on your shoulder and squeezes it gently. “He also told me that you might be hesitant to get anything because of that. But honestly, get it. And ‘The Cottage by the Sea’. That’s one of my favorites, actually.” Min-jee nods at the blue book with its golden seashell.
“Ah, he knows me too well,” you sigh. “This might be silly to ask, but...do you think it’s alright? You know, to just get them?”
Min-jee, to your eternal gratitude, doesn’t laugh at your question. Instead, she sees right through you, to the worry in your heart. The last thing you want is to take advantage of any of the boys. “It would make him happy,” she responds, watching your reaction carefully. You immediately let out a sigh of relief, nodding and picking up the books.
“Alright,” you concede. “I’ll get them, then.”
“Great! I’ll take them up front and hold them for you, if you’d like.”
“That’s perfect.”
While she whisks away your books, you follow after her until you reach the staircase. She nods encouragingly, and you head up.
Clearing the stairs, it doesn’t take long to locate Namjoon. He’s standing in front of a large wardrobe, inspecting every inch of it. The sight makes you smile, enjoying the way he’s chewing on the inside of the cheek.
“Don’t tell me that’s what you’re getting for the studio,” you drawl, making your way toward him. He looks back at you, a wide smile interrupting his cheek chewing.
“I mean...no, but look at it!” He exclaims. “It’s beautiful, isn't it? Honestly, if I moved some things around, I could probably make it fit.”
You reach the wardrobe, marveling at the expert craftsmanship. “It’s gorgeous. But what would you even put in it? It’s not like you take all of your coats to the studio. And you want your trophies to be visible, don’t you?”
This thing must weigh a ton, the wood is thick and the hinges smooth. “Hmm...no, but I can think of something else I could hide away in here.” The way Namjoon glances over at you with a sly grin makes you stumble back, red rushing to your cheeks as you suddenly become preoccupied with a very old typewriter.
“What would that be?” You venture, running your fingers over the keyboard. You’re waiting for his answer, which you’re sure will be a single word - you. However, just as he’s opening his mouth and looking like he’s garnering the courage to say it, the creaky staircase announces someone’s arrival.
At first you think nothing of it, but Min-jee’s voice is loud. Loud enough that you know she’s trying to be heard.
“I told you, we don’t sell anything BTS related in this store.” She says, and you and Namjoon share a puzzled look.
A couple of voices respond, but one in particular stands out as she raises her voice. “I swear, I saw Kim Namjoon walking around in here just a few minutes ago!”
Their footsteps are growing closer, and you suddenly realize that this is Min-jee’s way of warning you two.
Rushing over to Namjoon’s side, you look around frantically. “Is there another way out?” You whisper. Clearly the staircase is blocked at the moment. When he shakes his head, you’re about ready to suggest causing a distraction but he suddenly gasps.
Quickly and quietly, he’s swinging open the wardrobe and nudging you inside, quickly following. You raise your eyebrows, mouth opening to ask him just how this is going to help anything, but he allows the door to swing shut and presses a hand against your mouth.
Back pressed against the back of the wardrobe and Namjoon looming over you, the two of you hardly dare to breathe as you strain to listen to what’s going on outside.
“I’m pretty sure I would know if he was in my shop,” Min-jee is saying, sounding much closer now. “And right now the upstairs is off-limits, so please-”
“Look, I know I must sound crazy, but I’m absolutely positive that I saw him in here. I was just outside and he went up the stairs! And now you expect me to believe what you’re saying?”
You keep your eyes trained on the thin opening where light is streaming in, trying to see what’s going on. Namjoon, however, shuffles a little closer, hand slipping from your mouth and staring down at you. He braces his hands on either side of your head, needing to bend over a little bit due to the small space.
“For the last time,” Min-jee defends, “the upstairs portion of this shop is closed. As you can tell, nobody is up here besides us. If you wish to continue this conversation, I would simply ask that we do it downstairs.”
You bite your lip, looking up at Namjoon and about to whisper something about how Min-jee deserves a raise. The words die on your tongue, however, when you finally catch sight of him.
Namjoon is slouching a bit, and you realize that his hands are on either side of your head. His hair is slightly mussed, from what you’re unsure. However, that’s not what has your breath catching in your throat.
He’s looking down at you in a way that suddenly makes you aware of just how small the wardrobe is, and has you mentally cursing yourself for coming up here in the first place. Namjoon is looking at you, looking at you in a way that you immediately recognize.
Like it’s the first time he’s allowed himself to.
You watch the way his eyes follow the way your throat constricts as you swallow, the way they trace the slope of your nose and the dip above your lip.
The voices fade away as Namjoon’s fingers feather through your hair, light enough to make your heart melt. He does so slowly, eyes reading your own in order to see if he’s somehow crossed a line that he shouldn’t have.
You, however, are sick of all these dumb lines and boundaries that have been set. Somehow, Namjoon must see that, because he’s opening his mouth and whispering out what he’s been thinking this entire time.
“You,” he mumbles as he watches the strand of hair he tucks behind your ear. Almost as though to verify that this is real, that it’s actually happening. “I’d tuck you away in here, and nobody would find us.”
Breathing has become impossible at this point.
“No prying eyes, no invisible lines to make sure I don’t cross,” he’s tracing the line of your jaw now, and you don’t miss the slight tremor in his hand. “Would you like that as much as I would?”
His eyes land on yours, eyebrows coming together as he awaits your answer. You would smile if you could, but you find that you’ve turned to putty at his touch. Instead, you slowly nod before breathing out, “Yes.”
That’s when you realize that Namjoon is just as tired of rules as you are. Namjoon, the dedicated leader that always makes sure everything is in order. Namjoon, who constantly forgets things like his phone and wallet, but never forgets to say please and thank you.
Namjoon, who leans impossibly closer until you’re closing your eyes for fear of going cross-eyed. His breath fans across your nose, acting as your only warning before his lips find yours.
Light as a feather against your mouth, Namjoon kisses you.
As you sigh against his lips, you suddenly understand why kissing was prohibited. Because right now, all that you can think of - every breath, every heartbeat - it’s all saying the same thing.
Namjoon.
Just as your hands find their way to his chest and bunching up the fabric, he’s jumping back with a gasp and stumbling through the door of the wardrobe. You see his wide eyes, but you’re too busy standing there completely frozen and praying that nobody is up here still.
He looks around frantically, but looks at you with utter horror as the same voice as before pipes up from downstairs.
“See! I’m telling you that someone is up there-”
“Oh! Did you see that? I think I just saw him taking the emergency exit!” Min-jee retorts, and you can picture her frantically pointing out the window in an effort to distract the girls. “Hurry! He looked like he was running!”
The bell above the door chimes, excited voices fading as the group exits the shop. However, their timely exit does little to soothe the raging heartbeat pounding against your ribs.
“I- I’m not supposed to do that,” Namjoon reminds himself aloud. “Please, I’m so sorry-”
“They’re gone!” Min-jee calls out, poking her head up as she ascends the stairs. She spots you still standing in the wardrobe. “Oh, so that’s where you were hiding. Anyway, I’ve locked up the front, so we shouldn’t be having any more trouble with that.”
You can only offer her a weak smile, Namjoon still staring at you with that horrible, guilt-ridden expression, which you’re dying to erase.
“Thank you,” you say when Min-jee begins to notice the odd silence. “We’ll be down in a second, I think.”
Namjoon nods along, finally looking away to check the time. “Actually, we’ve got a reservation,” your stomach flips at the thought of sitting through an entire meal with his guilty apologies, “is there a way we can sneak out of here without being seen?”
Min-jee blinks, looking between the two of you but not saying anything. “Ok...um, yeah. The back alleyway should be clear, it’ll lead to the parking lot.”
Finally stepping out of the wardrobe, you look back at it with a glare.
“So much for Narnia,” you mumble, closing the door.
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Min-jee quickly places your books in a bag - Namjoon ends up getting the red one as well - and offers it to you with a smile. Automatically you reach out for it, but so does Namjoon. The second your hands meet you can’t help but jump, and the bag falls to the floor.
“Oh no,” you whimper out, feeling sorry for the old books. Before you can lean down to get them, Namjoon’s swooping them up and keeping a firm grip on the bag. He mumbles out a soft, “sorry” before following Min-jee toward the back exit.
The two of you thank her profusely for the day, and you promise that you’ll return soon. There’s no way you can leave a place like that alone for very long. Namjoon smiles for a moment, looking pleased that he picked a good place. However, once he catches your eye, he’s back to chewing on the inside of his cheek.
Slyly sneaking down down the alleyway, it’s quiet between the two of you. No matter how hard you pinch yourself, your thoughts keep zoning in on the way Namjoon’s lips felt on yours...the way he looked at you just before he leaned in...how perfect everything had been until he’d come to his senses-
You’ve made it to the car, and you click the unlock button, jumping back as it honks. Man, you’ve got to get out of your head.
Namjoon hurries to set the bag in the backseat before rushing to the driver’s side, opening the door up for you with significantly less flourish than before.
Knowing Namjoon, it’s eating him up alive. And there’s no way you’re about to let a kiss - something to celebrate, in your opinion - ruin the rest of this date.
Especially when it may very well be the only one you get.
“Namjoon,” you say, walking slowly toward him. His eyes jump up to yours, and you can already see that he’s hard at work trying to pretend like everything is fine.
“We’re going to be about an hour early for our reservation,” Namjoon admits, running a hand through his hair and immediately trying to fix it after. “I’m sorry for rushing you out of there, I wasn’t thinking straight. You can go back in, if you want. I’ll wait out here until you’re ready-”
“Namjoon.” He quits his rambling, red cheeks somehow turning redder as you stop before him. “I wanted you to kiss me.”
At this, he lets the door fall shut. “You...did?”
Wanting nothing more than to dispel the awkward tension, you laugh. “Of course I did! I’d be an idiot if I didn’t! So please...it’s nobody’s fault. So what, you broke a stupid rule-”
“And I’ve hurt the guys in the process of breaking that rule,” Namjoon explains, looking at you with clear, pained eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t me regretting kissing you because- w-well, that’s not the point!” Leaning back against the car, you follow suit just as a large stormcloud blocks out the sun. It’s going to rain soon.
“Namjoon, you’ve all found ways to skirt around the rules in some way,” you confess, remember Hobi’s sweet hand kiss and Taehyung’s forehead kiss. “Sure, you actually broke the rule, but nobody is going to hate you for it. Nobody. Least of all me.”
He leans his head back, closing his eyes as he lets out a long breath. “It’s just, we all agreed to give you enough space to make a clear decision if you felt like you wanted to make one at the end of all this,” he confesses, not seeing the way your eyes widen. Oh. “And I’ve completely screwed that up.”
Sighing, you squint as a fat raindrop lands on your nose. “Well, we’re on a date, aren’t we? People sometimes kiss- I mean, honestly, we could have done a lot worse-” Namjoon chokes on his spit at that. “But if you need something to blame, please don’t blame yourself. Because I love this date, and as far as I can tell, the kiss only made it better.”
He peeks one eye open at you. “Really?”
“Really.” You shrug. “And see? I really am Amy! I always get what I want!” You don’t add the fact that that wasn’t quite true with Hoseok or Taehyung. “If anything, blame the wardrobe. Wardrobes are wacky, anyways.”
Namjoon snorts, rolling his eyes. “Blame the wardrobe? Really?”
“Yeah! Sometimes they transport you to Narnia, sometimes they mess with your common sense,” you give him a pointed look, which he avoids. “So if the boys get all upset about it, just tell them it was the wardrobe. I’ll back you up on it.”
Finally, Namjoon laughs. Like, the annoying little hyena laugh that he hates but you secretly love. And when he looks back down at you and opens up the door, he doesn’t look so upset about it.
“Be honest, would you have rather gone to Narnia or been stuck in there with me?”
You feign annoyance. “Ugh, just get in the car.”
From the way your stomachs were rumbling and the rain was pouring, the two of you decided to bag the reservation. It was for some posh outdoor restaurant in Seoul that Namjoon pretended to be excited about.
Which is exactly how you ended up going through the McDonald’s drive thru and bringing it back to your place.
“Aren’t you on a diet or something?” You ask around your fries, eyes not leaving the television screen. The two of you had decided on Gone With the Wind, completely forgetting just how long it was.
Namjoon makes a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat, taking a swig of his drink. “Yeah, something like that. Today’s my cheat day, though.”
“Aw, you decided to spend your cheat day with me?” You tease. Namjoon rolls his eyes, finally deciding that maybe you really are Amy from Little Women. However, he can’t fight the feeling that he’s the Laurie to your Jo.
Not that he’ll be telling you that anytime soon. He’s certainly done enough today.
“More like our date happened to fall on my cheat day,” he bites back. “And I heard that they have really good cheesecake at that restaurant we bailed on.”
You hesitate before taking another bite of your food. “Should we have gone? They probably would’ve given us our food to go if we didn’t want to sit under the umbrellas. I feel bad, you made reservations and everything.”
Namjoon shrugs. “No, this is way better.” He holds up his McFlurry for emphasis. “They even had the cheesecake McFlurry back in season! Coincidence?”
“I think not!”
You both chuckle before falling back into the companionable silence you’d been in before. Over the course of the drive back to Seoul, you’d taken your time, stopping at a handful of little parks along the way. Namjoon had imitated the ducks before realizing how silly he looked, then hiding behind his hands for a solid five minutes before he could look you in the eyes again. Overall, it had been calm and relaxing.
As you watch Scarlett O’Hara flirting it up with different suitors on the screen, you can’t help but wonder if that’s you.
Sure, Gina told you back at the haunted house to just enjoy it. Chances are it was all just a phase, anyways. There was all of this romantic tension between you and the boys that would naturally fade away as their curiosity diminished after their dates.
At least, that’s what you assumed. However you’re quickly coming to realize that you’re a little out of depth here.
“You alright over there?” Namjoon asks, pulling you from your thoughts. “You have your thinking face on.”
You blink. “I have a thinking face?”
“Of course,” Namjoon replies as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You gonna tell me what’s got you so stressed?”
“No,” you say a little too quickly. “I’m just...thinking about the movie.” Not entirely a lie.
You know he won’t push it if you don’t want to talk about it, but you take a little bit of enjoyment in the way his lip pouts out. “Alright, if you say so.”
Only a few more minutes pass before he speaks up again, sounding a little hesitant. “You know that this is a long movie…”
“Oh, should we end it here?” You ask, a little disappointed because you were just getting to one of your favorite parts. “You don’t need to feel like you have to stay-”
“No, not that. I’m gonna finish the movie. It’s just,” he wipes his fingers off on a spare napkin before scooting a little closer to you. “Long movies call for cuddling, don’t you think?”
You nearly choke on your saliva. “You- you, as in Kim Namjoon, want to cuddle? You’re into cuddling?”
He laughs, tugging on your arm until you give in and collapse against his side. You hope that your content sigh isn’t too noticeable when he drapes an arm around your shoulder. “It just depends sometimes. But yes, I am. At the appropriate times.”
“Ah, and long movies-”
“Are the epitome of the appropriate time,” he explains, lightly pinching your arm when you let out a wry laugh.
“Hey!” You cry out, only to be shushed by him.
“Shhh, I’m trying to watch this.”
You just can’t find it in you to be annoyed.
You’re asleep before the film is over, despite the fact that the sun barely went down. Something about having a full stomach and leaning your head on Namjoon’s shoulder just lulled you right to sleep.
You stir a little when Namjoon fidgets, pulling his phone out to call someone. His voice is deep and quiet, trying not to wake you.
“Hey, can you pick me up now?”
Despite your half-asleep state, you crack a smile. It’s quiet, but you can hear a familiar voice on the other side of the phone.
“Yeah, I’m close to there right now. Be there in a couple minutes. You’re at her apartment, right?”
“Thanks. Yeah, she’s conked out on the couch.”
There’s a laugh ringing through the phone. “Cute. Make sure she rests up, she’ll need it for our date next week.”
Namjoon sighs, not quite annoyed but not exactly pleased, either. “Yah, just hurry over.” He pauses for a moment. “Do you think I should wake her up to say goodbye?”
“Your call. But I mean, it’s not like you’re gonna give her a kiss goodbye. If she’s that tired, I’d just let her sleep.”
Your cheeks involuntarily turn red, and you can only imagine the way Namjoon looks right now. It’s his silence that gives him away.
“Hyung...what-”
“Text me when you get here,” Namjoon says, and suddenly the call ends.
Oh, he’s in for it tonight.
Stretching and trying to look like you totally weren’t just eavesdropping, you crack open your eyes to see Namjoon looking down at you with an amused expression.
“I would tell you that you missed the ending, but something tells me you’ve seen it before,” he drawls.
You chuckle breathily, yawning as you stretch your arms over your head. “Yeah, a couple of times.”
“I’m about to head out,” Namjoon begins, back to chewing on the inside of his cheek. “But thank you for going out with me. I seriously...it was just the best.” He smiles softly, and you wish you could have a picture of it.
Instead, you opt for nuzzling back into his side. “Aren’t I supposed to be the one thanking you? It was great, Namjoon-ah. I’ll have to read that book you got some time.”
He hums, returning the sentiment. “Yeah, we’ll do a book swap.” His phone lights up, but before you can see who it’s from, he’s snatching it up and jumping up from the couch. “They’re here.”
It’s tempting to not resort to begging him to stay a little longer - if only for the sake of his warmth which is quickly fading as he retreats to the door. However, you only pad after him, stopping him before he reaches the door.
“Thank you,” you whisper against his chest. “Tell everyone I say hello.”
“I will.” And with a rush of cool air, he’s out the door.
Gone, leaving you to stare blankly and wonder what just happened today.
And worse yet, what’s yet to come.
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DNP Rewatch: PREDICTING MY FUTURE!
Date video was published: 01/29/2017 (X)
DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 333
Phil and fortune telling is one of my favorite things.
0:00 - his eyes are so blue in this video. and excellent t-shirt theming
0:13 - really appreciate him saying “sex” and not “gender” here
0:29 - Phil side-eyeing himself, lol
0:40 - I don’t remember knowing that one of his grandma’s names was Dorothy before this video, though it does come up in other ones later
0:55 - um. Phil no. 😳
1:03 - well that’s a poor start. Is he asking the 8-ball if it itself likes his videos?! haha...he could say “do people like my videos” or something...
1:16 - it did snow again in London after this!
1:32 - love the little editing bit here
1:39 - oh 🙁 and in fact Phil does end up saying later that 2017 was a sad year for him
1:55 - I like this teacup. he doesn’t use it again though in future fortune-telling videos
2:06 - danger! that was definitely almost a clumsy-Phil incident
2:14 - why is he holding it with only two fingers is the other question
2:32 - “just like the queen’s bathwater” 😂
2:52 - intense tea sipping. that whole bit was very dramatic for just making tea
3:00 - aww at his little “this is silly”
3:04 - he had tweeted this disturbing fig wasp fact before
3:20 - well that’s a start...mpreg reference time
3:48 - I love that he was calling them the “lumpy mountains” 😂
3:51 - well that one’s nice...domestic happiness and career success
4:05 - I love Phil so much. and him giggling at himself
4:11 - well that’s a suspicious hint...lots of secret projects were in the works in 2017. wonder if this was about the travel show that didn’t come to be
4:16 - wow the dog-wanting is already out in full force at this point
4:32 - just casually getting Dan into the video, and Dan just goes right along with it
4:45 - lies! there was cereal in the background of the tea-making clip
4:50 - “snek! snek!” 😂
5:10 - that was much nicer than the 8 ball overall
5:22 - last time he did tarot cards in a video was all the way back in 2009 in Robot death machine. and we know how that went. 👀
5:27 - because I am in way too deep, I have acquired the same tarot book that Phil has. So we can see the full descriptions even if he doesn’t read the whole thing.
5:41 - he does months for this, but later on for Dan he does years
5:51 - he’s throwing lots of little editing bits into this one...the start of 2017 has some great videos from Phil
6:08 - “is that me on Christmas day” ahahahaha 😂
6:21 - the King of Cups for December. He’s right about the Gamingmas thing being related to the business bits. Phil reads a large portion of this description, but skips over the bit about “mastering your emotions may not make you happy” ...which is very Phil, actually
6:43 - The Star for January. This one has a long description and is really appropriate for the new year, as Phil says.
7:08 - the Ace of Cups for February. more mpreg, lol. Let’s concentrate on the creativity and artistic pursuits part. And he has totally skipped over the “fall passionately in love” bit in the description
7:28 - the fake wife rumor is my favorite, especially how DNP treated it in such a hilarious way
7:47 - the Wheel of Fortune for the audience. He’s picking to read all the nice parts of this one
8:05 - Phil and tarot cards scare me a bit overall
8:10 - he’s really hyping this up...so dramatic I love it
8:31 - I also love the taste of fortune cookies. a bit like cardboard but somehow really good
8:41 - that’s nice, but yeah, not really a predict-your-future type of fortune
9:08 - yeah a lot of people ended up wanting that to happen after he suggested it
9:20 - YouTube had just added that feature
9:44 - Phil unlisted all his 2017 live streams this year, but they are still available via the links
9:57 - “hope your future’s bright” that becomes a Phil-thing!
I love this video a lot. Phil is so entertaining and also so sweet.
Phil posted this video the day before his birthday! Though DNP had started celebrating earlier in the month, it seems, by going to see Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (a tradition of going to see a show near Phil’s b-day) and with polar bear cakes (awww). They also went out for a meal with some intense dessert.
Then DNP went up to Isle of Man to see Phil’s family for his actual birthday. It was a huge deal at the time that Dan was actively posting about being there with Phil and his family. And his birthday tweet in 2017 was possibly the sappiest one ever. Phil had a ball pit cake made by Kath. They also went for at least one nature walk on the Isle, though it turned out to be a bit of a dramatic experience (1, 2). Also I will never be over this picture of Dan and the selfie of both of them. They posted SO MUCH from that trip. Then they were back in London by around February 4.
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Alright alright ty for responding! I’m super hyped abt this one hehe but here I go:
This is for Frankie Morales, who I love so freaking much ☺️
Okay okay here: A high school reunion where Frankie and Reader meet again after 10 years.
They had such a huge crush on one another and reader was ‘popular’ while Frankie was just shy/nerdy. Maybe they dated but had to separate while they were in college because of the distance but they still have feelings after all these years?
Also reader has learned that Frankie has a kid but didn’t know that his wife divorced him so she’s kind of upset until Frankie tells her (assuming she runs off or something?).
Eventually they start again in their relationship and it’s a fluffy and cute!
I love angst and fluff so since you like writing about those I thought you would be a great person to ask hehe. Anyways I love your works so much and thanks in advance if you write this! ❤️✨
A/N: this is literally just a ton of softness, enjoy! 💕
Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: none
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You could hardly believe your eyes as you scanned the room and found the one person you hadn’t been expecting to see. Out of all the people in the world, there was Frankie Morales, across the crowded ballroom, mingling with a few other of your old classmates. It had been two whole decades since you’d last seen him; two decades since you’d last kissed him, last told him you loved him, last held him. Back then you had been positive that you wouldn’t see the last of him.
You knew he’d gone into the military after high school, greatly deviating from your plans of college, and ultimately causing your break up. You’d never heard a word from him or seen so much as a glimpse of him since the day of your graduation. At first you had been hopeful that you’d see him again sometime at some point, but the time had never come. That had led you to believe that he wouldn’t even be coming here tonight, to your class reunion. You could just picture him saying something along the lines of ‘why? what a silly waste of time!’ Unbeknownst to you, he hadn’t actually planned on coming - not until he’d gotten word through the grapevine that you’d be there.
The sight of him was enough to take your breath away; he still looked exactly the same after all this time, just older, hardened, and world weary. Much like yourself and everyone else here, you supposed. But when his soft, chocolate eyes met yours, you couldn’t help but grin at him, the corners of your mouth tugging upwards without a second thought. Turning to the group of women you were chatting with, you offered them a half hearted excuse and made your way over to teenage love. Frankie didn’t hesitate to do the same.
Meeting halfway in the middle, you almost crashed into each other, your body practically humming with excited nervous energy as you stared at Frankie - your Frankie. He smiled that same smile you’d fallen in love with all those years ago, his magnificent dimple making its appearance.
“Frankie-”
“Honey Bee-”
“I can’t believe you’re here,” you both said excitedly, before breaking into a fit of giggles. At least you were on the same page about this one. Part of you had always wondered, even if just a small, tiny part of you, whether he held any disdain or dislike for you after you ended your relationship. It had been hard at the time, you were both lovestruck young fools, but you both knew at the time, even if only deep down, that it was the right thing to do. Maybe it had all happened the way it did for a reason.
“Do you want to go outside? To the gardens?” he asked softly as you nodded in response. Without a moment of hesitation, he reached for your hand, clutching it tightly, but gently, in his much larger one, lacing your finger together without a second thought. Trailing behind his long strides, you couldn’t help but admire his frame; tall and broad, with just the right amount of softness that somehow remained firm. He’d gone from a good looking teenager to a handsome man.
Once you were away from all the commotion and outside in the cool evening air in the gardens decorated with lightly twinkling lanterns, he paused and turned to study you. A look of pure adoration was etched into his eyes as his hands found either side of your face and he gently traced over your features.
“You are just as beautiful today as you always have been,” he beamed at you, “my sweetest Bee. After all these years, I get to see you again.”
“Francisco…”
“May I kiss you?” as soon as his name fell so softly from your lips, he couldn’t help him. It was like he was eighteen again, and falling over, so easily, so effortlessly. You watched with wide, doe eyes, the most innocent expression on your face as you nodded before biting on your lip.
Before either of you could think too much about it, he crashed his lips onto yours and kissed you with a fervent, but gentle intensity. It was like no time had passed and neither of you had to think about it; it all worked so easily. Just like it had always been meant to be.
When you finally, reluctantly, pulled apart, you grinned at each other like fools. You couldn’t help but steal a few more kisses from him. “Frankie...I never thought I’d see you again. I can’t believe you’re here.”
“I wasn’t planning on coming,” he admitted sheepishly, looking down at his feet for a moment, “but I heard you were going to be here, and I had to come.”
“For me?” a flush rose into his cheeks as you beamed at him and offered up a shy nod.
“Of course,” he confessed, “why else? I always hoped I’d see you again one day...I never stopped thinking about you. How horribly cliche is that?”
“Well, even if it is, then I suppose that makes the two of us fools,” putting your hand on his cheek, you traced your thumb over his features, “you’d always cross my mind...a lot. Probably more than I should have…”
“Somethings never change, huh?” he laughed light as he led over to an empty bench surrounded by beautiful evening blossoms. You sat next time, watching with nervous intensity as he held your hand in his, “how’ve you been, Bee? Really? Tell me everything.”
“Only if you promise to do the same.”
“Always.”
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And it was easy to talk to him; just like it always had been. In some ways, it was like no time had passed at all. With him you never had to think about what to say, or worry about him passing judgment or anything. It just was...and it was a beautiful thing. An odd longing feeling settled into your stomach the more you listened to him, leaning in closer and closer until you were almost in his lap. In some ways you wondered if it had always been him. Like you were both here again for a reason. You liked the idea that everything happened as it was meant to, as the universe willed it.
“But then my wife…” as soon as the words hit your ears, you tilted your head to the side and gave him a confused expression. Wife, wife, wife. Holy shit.
Springing to your feet, your mind was reeling as you imagined all the ways in which you had fucked up, but Frankie was fast on his feet and was still right behind you, calling your name as he tried to catch up, reaching for your hand. Of all the things you had imagined, this wasn’t one of them. Eventually you stopped and turned to face with a wide eyed expression, “what do you mean wife? Frankie, I-I still have a lot of the same feelings I always did, but if you have a wife-”
“Bee, please no,” he shook his head fervently, trying to get you to calm down and calm his own racing heart, “no, no, no, I shouldn’t have said it like that - old habits die hard. I meant ex-wife. We’ve been…we’re divorced, and have been for over a year.”
As if to prove his point, he held up his left hand and showed you that he wasn’t wearing a wedding band. His own eyes flitted awkwardly to our own hand, almost as if to check that you weren’t someone else’s either. Instantly you felt foolish and silly, knowing it had been foolish to explode like that. You should have known better; Frankie would never lie to you, “I-I’m an idiot. I’m so sorry, Frankie. I just...I couldn’t handle the thought of you...well doing anything with someone’s married, or you being married to someone still. Needless to say, my own marriage didn’t end well; he cheated on me with multiple women.”
“I would never put you in that position,” he promised softly, “and I would never do that to anyone. Especially not to you, Honey Bee. If...if you’ll have me, however you want, I promise you I will never lie to you. I never have and never will.”
“Promise?” you looked at him with glossy eyes as your lip trembled, but he just nodded and reached for your hand, pulling you closer to him, “Francisco…”
“Of course,” he replied softly, “so full disclosure - I’m a divorced, single dad - very proud dad of the sassiest and sweetest little girl that is my world. I know that’s a lot, on top of everything else I’ve told you, but that’s...that’s what it is. Who I am. I guess it’s probably not what you were expecting...probably a let down.”
“No,” you promised him quickly, with a big, wide grin, “it’s wonderful. You’re wonderful, Frankie. None of those things are a letdown; you’re perfect. We’ve all got our issues - I’m a divorced, single dog mom that’s considered a failure by so many people because I went to college and ended up doing something completely different, and now run a small coffee shop. It’s not exactly lucrative, but I love it.”
“You always wanted a coffee shop,” he remembered; you’d told him about it more times than you could remember when you were just kids, “your dream came true!”
“It’s even better now,” you insisted softly, “because I’m here - with you. I think...I think it’s the only thing I’ve ever really wanted. Seeing you again, after all this time...it’s still you, Frankie.”
“After all this time?”
“Always.”
“Good,” he beamed at you, “I’m glad the feeling’s mutual. Honey Bee...may I kiss you again?”
“Mhmm.”
“And again and again and again?” you laughed at his playfulness, but underneath it all, you could see there was a serious side to all of this. He was looking at you like you had hung all the stars in the glittering night sky, “if you’ll still have me?”
“Always.”
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II- Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice
Word Count: 4417
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Warnings: SFW mostly (Has like a NSFW comment or something), Cussing though, Satire and a little memey. Sorry for typos! Dyslexic and such.
Genre: AoT AU College sprinkled with Magic, bb. Aot x Y/N FemBody Witchy Gamer Reader because why not? Romance. Reiner X Reader relationship.
Featuring: Reiner Braun, Porco Galliard , Marcel Galliard , Pieck Finger
Theme Song : Coming Home- Einar K Five Chill Out Mix
Synopsis: You meet your future housemates and they're just as silly and fun as you imagined they would be. How they are online is exactly how they are in person. Reiner, Marcel, and Pieck try to keep Porco under control but, he is determined to be the center of attention. You go share a coffee with the group while they lay out rent and other living expectations.
Reiner looked himself over one final time before exiting his room. He glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed because it was almost time to meet you. And after a short visit with the group, the two of you were going on a date. The latter he didn’t tell anyone about, but Pieck being the clever woman she was, had some sort of an idea. She looked up from her textbook as Reiner sat down on the couch to wait for the other two to finish getting ready.
“Nervous?” she asked.
“Huh, what me? No.”
“You’re a terrible liar, Reiner.” she giggled. “What’s got you so nervous? We’re just going to meet our potential roommate. And, from what Porco and Marcel have been saying…you all know one another, right?”
“Sorta. We’ve been playing games together for a while. We haven’t actually met.”
“Oh, ho, look at Braun all dressed up and fancy,” Marcel smirked as he entered the living room. “Trying to impress a certain lady we’re about to go meet? Man, I haven’t seen you this cleaned up in a minute.”
“Huh? What do you mean?” Porco questioned as he popped his head out of his room. He looked Reiner over as the blonde suddenly blushed. He wanted desperately to hide from his friends. Not that he really could because he was bigger than all of them and hiding required some effort. He wished the couch would just swallow him up but he knew that wasn't going to happen either.
“Guys, cut it out, seriously,” he groaned.
“Wait, are you…seriously trying to make a move on Y/N ?” Porco questioned. “Before she gets settled in with us?”
“I think it’s a good thing,” Pieck stated. “I hope this works out for you Reiner.”
“Yeah, time to move past Historia and all of that mess,” Marcel chimed in as he went to grab his coat. “But…are you ready, Reiner? Like, are you sure?”
“Yeah, you better not be using her as a rebound,” Porco warned.
“Says the guy who has a new girl every week,” Marcel sneered as he turned back to Reiner. All eyes were on him now and he caved under their scrutinizing gazes
“I am. It’s been rough but, I think I’m ready to try.”
“She did you dirty,” Marcel scoffed as he stewed on all the information Reiner shared with him concerning his ordeal. “They all did. Well, except that one guy. Jean Kirstein, right? Do you still talk to anyone from Paradis?”
“Not if I can help it,” Reiner muttered. “But, Jean had issues of his own.”
“Eh, we won’t get into the details!” Porco ranted as he flopped down next to Reiner. “Today’s the start of something new. Fuck Paradis University, fuck Historia and fuck that Eren Yeager kid, too! I’ll be your hype man. Y/N will be swooning for you by the end of our meeting.”
He dramatically laid across his friend’s lap and placed his hand, palm up over his forehead to mimic the image of Y/N enamored while he spoke in a feminine tone. Well, as close as someone like Porco could get to one. It was honestly scratchy and horrid. “Oh Reiner, you’re so strong and amazing. I’m so glad I get to move into a house with you and your handsome friends. And Pieck too! I can’t wait to wake up and see you every day, even when you have an awkward morning boner.”
“Get off me you fucking ham,” Reiner growled as he pushed a cackling Porco to the other side of the couch. “Besides, I don’t think it’s necessary to convince Y/N of anything, Pock. We both agreed to go on a date after our meeting.”
“WHAT!?” Marcel and Porco screamed out.
“And you didn’t tell us until now!?” Marcel huffed. “Oi…at least you know how to dress yourself.”
“And you don’t smell funny,” Porco pointed out.
Reiner wrinkled his nose in disgust at Porco’s comment. “I always smell nice. You’re the one with the funky room.”
“That’s because he doesn’t clean up his cum socks,” Marcel grumbled.
“THE FUCK Marcel?” Porco screeched. “I clean up after myself. You’re the one who uses socks.”
“Could you both please…not act this way if Y/N agrees to move in with us,” Reiner pleaded as he slid his hand down his face. “At least not for a few months. I don’t want to scare her off.”
“She’ll get use to it,” Porco grunted as he went to check his room for a second. He was now self conscious about it so he took a spray can of febreeze and spritzed it before rejoining the rest of his house mates.
“I don’t think I’ve ever gotten use to it,” Pieck sighed as she flipped through her book. “I’ve just kinda accepted that you’re all a bunch of weirdos.”
“Whatever Pieck!" Porco ranted further. "You love us and you would be so bored without me and Marcel. So don’t give me that bullshit.”
“I think we should head out, yeah?” Marcel hummed before Porco got too riled up.
“Agreed,” Reiner sighed as he stood up.
“Woo! Operation get Braun laid commences!” Porco yelled out as he sprang toward the door and clapped his hands together.
“Pock…. seriously,” Reiner groaned. “Can you be normal for like, an hour?”
“Hey, if she’s really cute, do you think you would be willing to share?” Porco questioned as he smirked over at Reiner. Marcel’s hand came out of nowhere and smashed into the side of his brother’s head.
“You’re such a fucking degenerate, I swear,” he hissed before he looked to over to Reiner with an apologetic expression.
“OUCH MARCEL I WAS JUST KIDDING! FUCK!” Porco whined as he scurried to a mirror. “You better not have messed up my hair or we’re going outside and exchange a few words and maybe a fist.” He looked himself over obsessively to make sure his slick backed hair was all in place. “I swear to God if a single hair isn’t where it’s supposed to be…”
“It’s…it’s alright Marcel, seriously,” Reiner muttered. “I know he doesn’t mean anything by it.”
Marcel looked to the side for a minute and met Pieck’s equally knowing expression. They both knew Porco was not kidding about his question whatsoever.
Porco came back over with his pouty expression and snubbed his nose at Marcel. “You’re lucky brother. Doesn’t look like you messed my hair up. You get a pass for now.”
“Oh, I am just so fortunate that you’ve chosen to spare me from your bullshit,” Marcel sneered.
“Alright boys, time to go meet our potential roomie,” Pieck told them as she closed her book. “So, behave, all of you.”
“Yes ma’am,” the boys all said together as Pieck led them out the door.
You looked down at your phone and noted the time. In just a few minutes, you’d be meeting your online friends in person. You’d also be making your final decision on whether or not you were moving in with them. And you had a date with Reiner after the fact. You were normally so confident, but anxiety definitely made itself home in your head.
While you waited, you scanned over your morning conversation with Reiner. You smiled because you knew you were the first thing on his mind when he woke up. He sent you a good morning text at around 7:45 AM.
Good morning. I hope you got enough sleep. I am sorry I kept you up way too late. I know I’m feeling it. Nothing a little caffeine can’t fix, I guess. Anyway, have a great day. I’m looking forward to the evening!
The smile that spread across your lips remained with you all day.
He texted you between classes and eventually, gave you an idea to where you’d be going for your first date.
I was thinking, maybe a walk through the Botanical Garden after a light dinner? It’s lit up so nicely at night. That’s the best part about living in a warm, dry climate like Marley right? The Autumn season is mild and we get to enjoy being outsider longer than most.
You had to make a quick trip home to dress comfortably for that. Heals weren’t an option. You chose an outfit that was functional for walking for most of the afternoon, yet cute enough for a first date. Your makeup was natural and light, for the exception of your eye liner. That mischievous witchy look was a must, plus it made your eyes so dramatic. Alluring was an understatement.
You looked up from your phone because you had this feeling like someone was watching you. It wasn’t malicious by any means. Your eyes went into the direction that you felt it originated from and your expression immediately softened when you met Reiner’s eyes for the first time. You watched a soft tight lipped half smile form on his face. The dark-haired girl, who you assumed was Pieck, followed his gaze and noticed you first. She waved with both hands at you and the other two with them snapped their heads around in your direction. Those two were the Galliard brothers.
You thought it was comical how the ash-haired blonde of the group stopped in his tracks and gawked at you. That one had to be Porco. You imagined Marcel was much more collected and you were right. Marcel raised his brow and said something to Reiner which made the gentle giant of a man blush.
“Holy shit that’s her?” Porco belted out as your identity registered in his silly, little head. Pieck immediately shot him a glare as he ran to catch up with the group. “Are you kidding me? That’s who we’ve been gaming with this entire time?”
“Porco…” Marcel warned.
“And she’s going to be living with us!?”
“Porco…,” Marcel growled low.
You found the whole thing amusing. You figured Reiner showed your picture to them, but perhaps he wanted to keep it to himself. You stood up and offered everyone a charming smile. “Well, here we are after all this time finally meeting face to face.”
“I believe it is long overdue,” Marcel hummed.
“Can’t believe she’s this cute,” Porco muttered. Pieck elbowed him hard, and he growled.
Reiner cleared his throat and stepped up to offer his hand. “Y/N, I guess we should make this official, yeah? I’m Reiner.” You took it and blushed at how small your hand was in his. And the way he grasped it felt so right. He went a step further and gently caressed it with his thumb. Your cheeks flooded with color, and you were suddenly at a loss for words. You were both lost in the moment, until Porco butted in, pushing Reiner out of the way.
“Porco Galliard, pleased to meet you finally, Y/N,” he said as he took your hand and offered you a charming smile. Marcel placed his hand on Porco’s shoulder and pulled the man back behind him, causing him to gasp and curse in surprise.
“Marcel Galliard, the better of the two Galliard brothers.” He was gentle much like Reiner, but his hold didn’t linger. He stepped aside and went to deal with Porco who was bristled and muttering curses at his brother while Pieck came up to introduce herself last.
“And, I’m Pieck Finger,” she said as she chose to take your hand with both of hers. She was such a warm person for someone who looked plum exhausted. “I’m so glad to meet you, Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about the online you.”
“You don’t play games with them?” you ask.
“No…they don’t like what I play,” Pieck sighed. “It’s too normie and casual for them. I play Animal Crossing.”
“Really? I do too!” you tell her. Pieck’s eyes immediately widened, and you swore she wanted to hug you.
“Wait, our achievement hunter and the person who always carries us in our games also plays Animal Crossing?” Porco asked.
“I enjoy all facets of gaming, you silly boy.”
“Yeah, what the hell is wrong with that?” Marcel questioned.
“Nothing I…just think it’s adorable,” Porco muttered as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Good, we own all the consoles anyway,” Reiner told you. “Plenty of gaming for us at the house, speaking of which, we probably need to discuss that, huh?”
‘We could go to the coffee shop right off of campus,” Pieck suggested. “If you want. I get a discount, because I work there.”
“Oh, hell yeah, that’s right,” Porco said as he clapped his hands together. “Yo, they got those pumpkin pastries in yet?”
“And the pumpkin cream cold brew?” Marcel questioned. “Or a Pumpkin Spice latte?”
“Wow, and you boys gave Pieck a hard time for being a casual gamer,” you laugh.
“W-What’s wrong with liking pumpkin spice?” Porco questioned.
Reiner grinned at you and slyly looked between Porco and Marcel. “It’s just about the most basic bitch thing to like, is all.”
“Excuse you,” Porco snapped. “Do you see me in Ugg boots and leggings? No, fuck off. It’s seasonal flavoring and I like it.”
“We like it,” Marcel huffed
“I think you could pull off the look well enough,” you point out. “What do you think Pieck?”
Pieck covered her mouth and looked away while she held back her laughter.
“You know what, fuck all three of you,” Porco huffed as he placed his hands on his hips. “I’d rock the hell out of those leggings and boots. My ass would look phenomenal, and you can all kiss it while I drink my goddamn pumpkin spice latte.”
“Mine would be better, but yeah, what he said,” Marcel nodded.
“The fuck it would,” Porco snarled.
“You don’t deepen your squats enough brother, your ass is lacking,” Marcel sneered.
“WHY the fuck are you looking at my ass!? That’s gross as fuck dude. You’re my brother!”
“Boys!” Pieck groaned as people began watching and looking in your groups direction. “Seriously…”
Reiner glanced over at you. You noticed he was suddenly worried but the moment he saw your expression he eased up. You were fighting back a bellyaching laugh.
“Sorry about them,” he says shyly. He was still severely embarrassed by them and since Pieck was now wrangling them up, he wanted to take a moment to talk with you privately.
“It’s nothing to worry about,” you tell him. “They’re like this in chat. I’m glad to know they’re just as authentic in person as they are online.”
“Yeah, that’s an understatement. You can imagine that the house is chaotic with the two of them. Are you sure you want to move in with us?”
“I come from a chaotic home. They aren’t chaotic. They’re just boys.”
“Well, sometimes they bring real chaos with them. Marcel’s girlfriend is…she’s the head of one of the sororities and she’s a piece of work. Porco has girls coming in and out like a revolving door. Pieck doesn’t care for relationships. And me…well…” He looked at you sheepishly and smiled. “I haven’t dated anyone for a while. So…forgive me for being a bit out of practice.”
“I can’t say I’ve had anything serious either,” you admit. “I’ve kind of curved everyone that’s tried.”
“And you gave me a chance…I feel honored actually.”
You loved the way he blushed after saying that. He should have all the confidence in the world because of how handsome he was, but he was so bashful. It was honestly adorable.
“Hey, are you two coming?” Porco called. Reiner and you looked in his direction to see him waving the two of you over while Marcel and Pieck walk ahead. “We’re going to the coffee shop. Let’s go!”
“Shall we?” Reiner questioned.
“I suppose we should, huh?”
You walked side by side. He kept pace with you, and you noticed him glancing at you every so often as if he couldn’t believe this were real. You gently reached over and intertwined your hand with his and that man started grinning until you were sure his face hurt. And that’s how you stayed, all the way across campus to the coffee shop.
“Fuck yeah pumpkin scones!” Porco shouted as he took two and stuffed his mouth, biting one and then the other.
Pieck set her cup of expresso to the side, and she leaned forward to regard you. “So, the bedroom we have open is like a loft style one. We’d share a bathroom. Is that alright?”
“It has a lot of space,” Marcel confirmed.
“And you have a cat, right?” Porco asked with his mouth full.
“I love kitties so much,” Pieck sighed.
“Yeah, this is him,” you say as you bring out your phone and show a picture of the mischievous little fucker you loved with all your heart.
“A black cat…aren’t those bad luck?” Porco questioned as he swallowed.
“Pock no, that’s just an old, outdated superstition!” Pieck cried. “Black cats are so wonderful and loyal. People treat them so awfully because of that silly belief. They have the lowest adoption rate too. Poor babies…”
“It makes me sad too,” you tell her. “His name is Azriel, and he has been with me for a few years. He chose me. I wasn’t looking for an animal but, I was walking one day in the field, and he decided to follow me so, I took him home.”
“Someone must have dropped him off and you came along at the right time,” Pieck mused.
“Huh, again with your perfect timing,” Reiner laughed. “Seems you have a habit of picking up unwanted, discarded broken things.”
Porco groaned. “Reiner please…don’t drag down the mood.”
Reiner raised his brow and you found yourself giggling. “It’s okay. Seriously. I understand the self-deprecating humor. I’m guilty of it too. And fortunately, yes, I find value in a lot of things people wouldn’t normally want or care for. It’s a big part of who I am.”
“I love thrift shopping and refurbishing thrown out furniture,” Pieck happily admitted. “We’ve got a little workshop in the back for my side projects. Then I just sell them for a little extra cash.”
“I’d love to help when you need it,” you tell her.
“You said his name is Azriel?” Marcel questioned suddenly as if it just registered. “Like the Angel of Death?”
Porco blinked and seemed suddenly worried. “And you are sure he isn’t bad luck?”
Pieck and you both give the Galliard bro’s a less than amused expression.
“Hey! I’m just asking important questions here!” Porco huffed as he raised his hands up. “He’s a black cat named after the Angel of Death. You think I’m not gonna be concerned?”
“Are you seriously scared of a little kitty, Pock?” Pieck questioned.
Porco pouted and crossed his arms. “I hope her kitty scratches you.”
“Nonsense, animals all love me,” Pieck reminded him. “It’s you they don’t like.”
“Please, I’ve got plenty of pussy-.”
“POCK!” Marcel snarled as he whacked his brother upside the head. “Shut it!”
“GOD damn it, Marcel! MY hair!” Porco whined as he jumped up from his seat and ran into the bathroom, muttering curses at his brother.
Marcel huffed and shook his head. “Sorry about that Y/N…he’s an idiot with no filter. I hope…I hope that won’t be a problem. He’s got a heart of gold, he’s just…”
“A fuck boy,” you say bluntly. Everyone at the table roared with laughter as you smiled into your vanilla cream cold brew.
“Well, I suppose we should talk about rent,” Marcel sighed. “We split it between us, including water, electricity, internet and all that. Food too. We just kinda combine it all and go shopping once a month. Usually between 300-350 Marley Notes.”
“Ah, easy enough, I get paid weekly so I can do that no problem,” you say.
“The room is cleared out and ready, so whenever you’re ready. I’m honestly fine with you moving in tomorrow if you want,” Marcel tells you. He looks to the others and Pieck and Reiner both nod. His gaze lingers on Reiner, and he gives him a very quick smirk. Of course, Reiner would agree. He was sweet on you and having you near him would mean the world to him. Marcel cut his gaze towards the bathroom. His brother had yet to come out. Porco would be a bit of a problem until he was put in his place, and he planned to have a firm conversation with him about it later. Reiner needed this and Porco wasn’t about to ruin it for him.
Porco came out finally and glared at Marcel as he took his seat at the head of the table. “Did I miss anything?”
“While you were playing with your hair, we’ve talked about rent and told Y/N she can move in whenever she’s ready,” Pieck informed him.
“So, tomorrow, right?” Porco asked.
“Probably by the weekend. I have to pack my things and…tell my family.”
“You haven’t told your family about any of this?” Reiner inquired.
“Ah, no…wanted to solidify it first and just kind of drop it on them and tell them that this is what I’m doing, rather than ask for permission, you know?”
“Is your family strict or something?” Pieck questioned.
“Yeah, why are you moving out anyway?” Porco asked.
“Oi, it’s none of your business, Pock,” Marcel told him. “She doesn’t have to have a reason. She just needs to know she’s coming into a good home and that it’s a safe place.”
“Yeah, the only thing not safe is food and sometimes video game controllers,” Porco said.
“It’s okay…it’s just….my family is alright. My grandmother is a bit much and I think it will do us some good to be a part. Our relationship is a little strained, but I think some distance will help.”
“It does help,” Reiner said. “It’s why I chose not to move back in with my mom. She means well, but…she can be manipulative, and I just wasn’t in the mental state to deal with her shit right away. So, I know how you feel. “
“Yeah, my grandmother is controlling and manipulative,” you admit. “She doesn’t like the path I chose, and it has created a rift in the family. I think leaving will help the household in general so, that’s what I’m doing.”
“Man, I guess we kinda got lucky,” Marcel mused. “Our home life wasn’t bad.”
Porco raised his brow and looked away. “Yeah, it was better than most. Can’t really complain.”
You knew Porco wanted to say something, but he held back. You imagined he was constantly in the shadow of his older brother Marcel and that contributed to why he showed out as much as he did. Marcel wasn’t aware of this, but most older brothers were oblivious to such issues plaguing their younger siblings.
“I’m an only child, but my father has been ill throughout most of his life,” Pieck told you. “He is doing better for now, so I’m trying to get through school quickly so I can take care of him if it gets bad again.”
“Man, let’s switch to something else,” Porco complained. “This conversation is bringing me down. Hey, are any of you going to the hockey game this Saturday?”
Reiner looked away and Marcel suddenly bristled. You raised your brow as Marcel quickly nudged Porco and cleared his throat.
“Ah, shit…um, well, guess that’s a no,” Porco sighed.
“No it’s fine,” Reiner said quietly. “It might be time to go watch a match. It’ll probably do me some good. Y/N, have you ever been to a hockey game?”
“I haven’t. Never thought about it, but if you want to, I’d be happy to go.”
Reiner perked up immediately and you couldn’t help but wonder what that slight awkwardness was about. You decided you would ask him later during your walk if the opportunity presented itself.
“Hey, we should probably get going,” Reiner suggested as he stood up. “Y/N, is the coffee enough or should we have a light dinner before we go to the botanical garden?”
“Is that where you’re taking her?” Pieck asked. “Oh, it’ll be nice, and the weather isn’t chilly at all.”
“Not my ideal first choice, but yeah, good job I guess,” Porco sneered
“Oi, and where would you take her?” Marcel questioned. “The movies? Like every other date you go on? Come on Pock…”
“The movies are the ultimate first date experience!” Porco insisted. “Always do a scary movie. That way your girl clings to you and you get to be the big brave man who shelters her and gets a little reward for it after.”
“Scary movies are something I enjoy and often find humorous,” you say. “Besides, the ones I like to watch would make you piss yourself.”
“Yeah right,” Porco huffed. “We’re gonna have a horror-thon and I bet you’ll be the one who’s scared!”
“Pock, you watched Paranormal Activity and slept with a nightlight for a month,” Pieck teased. “And those are old movies!”
Marcel and Reiner both nodded when you looked at them for validation.
“I kept bumping into my weight set when I’d go to the bathroom!” Porco snapped back. “I got a nightlight and then I decided to just move it later.”
“Sure Pock, whatever you say,” Pieck chuckled. “Anyway, you two, go have a good time. Y/N it was nice to meet you.”
“Yes, it was,” Marcel said as he stood up and took your hand again. “If you need help moving, let us know. We’ll be happy to help.”
“We can probably load everything up in my jeep or Marcel’s truck,” Reiner reasoned. “Shouldn’t take much time at all.”
“Yeah, my little bug won’t hold much so you guys are on your own,” Pieck sighed.
“Can’t get shit in my Challenger, but I’ll help,” Porco nodded. “What kind of car do you drive, Y/N?”
“A broom stick,” you say with a grin.
“Oi, and you’ve got a fucking black cat!” Porco laughed. “You do give me that cute witchy girl vibe.”
“Ah, might need to get you a little hat to go with it,” Marcel chuckled.
“You think I don’t already have one? Come on boys. It’s a must have.”
Marcel and Porco looked at one another for a minute and Pieck couldn’t help but keep giggling. Reiner watched all of this unfold with amusement until he glanced over to the clock and noted the time. “Alright, Y/N, Porco and Marcel are going to have to dig out their nightlights if you keep at them like that.” He gently took your hand to lead you away. You smiled and waved at your future roommates.
“Be good you two!” Pieck called.
“Wrap it before you tap it!” Porco yelled.
“POCK!” Marcel and Pieck screeched. You swore you heard Marcel smack him again right as the door to the coffee shop closed. Reiner looked down at you and he immediately blushed when your eyes met.
“Are you nervous?” you questioned as he led you across the street towards the parking lot where he and the others must have parked before meeting you earlier.
“Not anymore.” He said as he caressed your hand with his thumb. “I’ve been looking forward to this part all day.”
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Haikyuu!! Headcanons
Prompt : “One of your boyfriends catches you doing something cute with the other”
word count : 1.k
warnings : none
Author’s note : I absolutely love poly relationships, and it’s even better when it’s with some of your favorite ships. Also I just wanted to remind people that poly relationships don’t always mean everyone involved is dating each other- in other words I DO NOT SHIP THE TWINS. I just love me a twin sandwich and the reader is dating both of them but they. are. not. dating.
Akaashi Keiji, Bokuto Kotaro
You aren’t as hyper as Bokuto on a regular day but when you get hyped up enough you’re almost as bad
So while Akaashi was out buying popcorn and drinks, you and Bokuto decided to turn on some music and dance together
You were in one of Akaashi’s shirts and some panties while Bokuto was shirtless and wearing sweatpants
He was twirling you around the living room, picking you up and bouncing around
The entire house shook with joyous laughter, so much so it covered the sound of the front door opening
And when Akaashi walks in the living room, he sees you in Bokuto’s arms, being twirled around with large grins on both of your faces
Sure you two are being a bit too loud for his preferred taste
But Akaashi Keiji doesn't mind though, not at all-
because despite his stoic nature, he smiles a rare, wide smile at you and Bokuto
“I truly am lucky”
Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Toru
Usually it’s you and Oikawa doing the dumb, cute stuff
But Hajime isn’t always the tough one
You and Iwa are laying on Oikawa’s bed, waiting for him to get out of the shower
Now Iwa usually isn’t one for taking selfies but he’s sat with you in his lap, taking a bunch of pictures with cute filters
We know Oikawa is quick on his feet, so I think he can walk pretty silently
So he walks to his door and stops dead in his tracks
Because there are the two loves of his life, giggling quietly and making silly faces at your phone screen
And yeah sure, the three of you joke around and act soft with each other all the time
But to Oikawa, he’s never seen a sight so perfect and pure
It actually brings tears to his eyes
Iwa eventually notices him and immediately sees the tears about to fall
“Oi, why’re you crying? Is your knee hurting again?”
Toru inwardly curses himself for ruining the scene, as you start to get up with a worried frown on your face instead of that beautiful smile
So he gives you and Iwa a large, closed eye smile
“No, I’m perfectly fine Iwa-chan. Just thinking of how perfect you two are.”
Kuroo Tetsuro, Kozume Kenma
All three of you play video games (although not as much as Kenma)
So while Tetsu had stepped out of the room to chat on the phone with Bokuto for a minute, you and Kenma were playing animal crossing
You were on Kenma’s island and he kept hitting you with his axe
“Kenma! Stooooop!” you were laughing and playfully pushing him
He gave you one of his small smiles “never”
You stole the switch from his hands and started tickling him
Although Kenma’s laughter was quiet, it still reached Kuroo’s ears from the kitchen
“Bro, I gotta go, my lover senses are tingling”
So when Kuroo comes back to the room, you and Kenma are rolling around on the bed, giggling and tickling each other
Tetsu cooed and started recording
After he filmed a short video, he jumped on the bed with you and started in on the tickle fight
“As punishment for stealing my heart and making it melt, you both get tickled!”
Ushijima Wakatoshi, Tendo Satori
We all know Tendo has issues with his looks because of the bullying he went through
And sometimes, you feel self conscious too
So when that happens, you and Tendo will sit down in front of each other, criss-cross, and give each other heartfelt compliments
The room will be dimly lit, just enough to see each other’s faces and it’ll be quiet, only filled with the sounds of your and Tendo’s whispers and occasional giggles
Ushijima had just gotten back from his afternoon jog, noticing the eerie silence
He was very confused because no place is ever silent when you and Tendo are there
Toshi quietly opens the door to your bedroom and finds you and Tendo
You guys will look up at him with big eyes and tear stains on your faces, but the smiles on your faces are genuine
Ushijima won’t question it. He’ll just slide down beside you and Satori, listening to your words, sometimes throwing out compliments of his own
“My loves, you two are the most gorgeous people I’ll ever lay my eyes on.”
Futakuchi Kenji, Aone Takanobu
We all know Aone is a sweet baby
Futakuchi though? Teasing little shit.
So while he does act soft for you and Aone- it’s never been this soft
The three of you are lying on Aone’s bed together, the latter being asleep
Kenji suddenly turns to stare at you running your hands through ‘nobu’s hair
The smile that forms is so soft and sweet, you almost wanna ask him if he’s sick
But before you can come up with a remark, Kenji’s trailing the pad of his finger across your features
He has this sparkle in his eyes that makes you wanna melt
When ‘Nobu wakes up from his nap, he looks up to see you and Kenji
-who still has the soft smile present on his face while your eyes are completely filled with adoration
Aone gives his own soft smile
“There’s no other place I’d rather be.”
Miya Osamu, Miya Atsumu
(the twins are not dating, they’re just sharing you with each other)
This isn’t as soft as the others, but I like how it turned out because I just know these two are chaotic brothers and I love it
How they came to the agreement of sharing you, you’ll never know.
You’re just glad you didn’t have to choose, because you really do love them both
Even if they have a lot of annoying fangirls
Speaking of fangirls- Atsumu sometimes doesn’t know when to tell them off
You and ‘Samu are waiting by his classroom door, watching him smile and chat with the ever growing group of girls
You’ve been waiting for 5 minutes.
“Baby, I am so sorry that my brother is a dumbass.”
You grin at him and shrug, “It’s okay. If he keeps on, you’re gonna be the only one calling me baby.”
You were joking of course, but Atsumu heard you say that and DIDN’T know you were joking
So when he turns around with wide eyes and just stares at you, you knew he heard you
You smirk inwardly- “C’mon Osamu. I want to go eat our lunches before my appetite leaves.”
Osamu is quietly laughing while you two stalk out of the classroom hand in hand, not missing the way ‘Tsumu scrambles after both of you
He stops you dead middle of the hallway, grabbing your free hand and GETS DOWN ON HIS KNEES
“Wait baby I‘m sorry- I didn’t know you guys were waiting, don’t leave I swear it won’t happen again, you can’t just leave me and stay with only him I-”
He’s rambling on and you straight up just start laughing loudly
Atsumu looks like a lost puppy as he watches you lean on his twin, both of you dying with laughter now
“Tsum-Tsum I was kidding, I’d never leave either of you”
He’s blinking repeatedly as Osamu gets him up on his feet
You’re smiling brightly and intertwining your fingers with his- “Shall we go my boys?”
‘Samu has this small smirk on his face as you guys start walking and ‘Tsumu is pouting
“We’re her everything, you idiot. As is she to us.”
Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shoyo
I love this fucking ship
there’s rarely a time when it’s peaceful and quiet between these two
the only time it happens is when you’re there
Hinata was on his way over to your house while you and Tobio laid on the couch together
you were holding his milk carton out of reach, laughing, as he whined about it
you didn’t pay any mind to the front door opening as you finally gave your boyfriend his milk
he hummed and started drinking happily
you cooed before turning around to greet Shoyo
He smiled at the two of you, shaking his head a bit before walking over and laying on top of you and Tobio
Kageyama looked up at his redheaded boyfriend and smiled, offering him and you the last sips from his carton
You and Hinata gave each other a grin before playfully fighting over the straw
Tobio had this really soft look in his eye as he pushed the straw up to your lips, letting you get a sip then bringing it to Shoyo’s lips
After all the milk was gone, he tossed the carton and wrapped his arms around you and Shoyo
“I love you guys more than milk.”
“Yeah, well I love you guys more than volleyball!”
“Nu-uh! I love YOU guys more than volleyball boke!”
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I am so excited to finally be posting this for y’all! Thank you so much for all the hype and support it is very much appreciated. :) this is my piece for @goldenbluesuit‘s Christmas Fic Challenge! my prompt was the song “Do You Want to Build a Snowman?” from the movie Frozen and I hope you all enjoy how I’ve incorporated it into my Dad!Harry series. You don’t necessarily have to read the other parts to understand this one, but I’ll link them below in case you want to re-visit them.
I Want Your Belly ❄ Wonderful and Warm ❄ Washed Away in You
Thank you to @tbslenthusiast and @heartbreakweatherharry for reading over this for me and giving me such amazing feedback!
Word count: 2.3k
You still couldn’t believe the little wonder that had been created by you and Harry existed to be yours. Things hadn’t been perfect, far from it, but it was definitely a new and fun adventure you were both eager and terrified of.
The first challenge presented was finding a name perfect enough to fit your son. He was alive for 24 hours before you discovered one you and Harry were absolutely sure of. Even seeing it written on his birth certificate made your heart swell with pride.
It’s your mother who asks first, “Well, are you two gonna make a formal announcement to the press before us grandparents get to know the name of our grandson?”
“Think we’ve made them wait long enough, Harry.”
He smiles at you from across the hospital room where he sits in a chair, the baby resting peacefully on his chest. You’re propped up in the bed, wrapped in the soft pink robe given to you by him just a few days ago. Anne sits nearby, a proud grin on her face at the sight of her baby with his.
His eyes dart from the baby to you, “You wanna tell them or shall I?”
“You tell them. You’re the one that found it, been bragging about it all day too.”
“Alright then,” He gently lifts the baby, turning him to where the whole room can see him, your son’s face now scrunched up by the light from the window shining on him, “Ladies, meet your grandson, Sterling Edward Styles.”
“Oh, you didn’t,” Anne giggles, reaching over to pat your leg, “You’ll never hear the end of it, love, letting him name the baby after himself.”
“Hey! S’her idea to give him my middle name. I picked the first,” His features switch from temporarily offended back to beaming, “Wanna tell ‘em what it means, darlin’?”
“Sterling means ‘starling’, or as Harry likes to call him..”
“Our little star.”
5 weeks later, your son certainly lives up to his name, charming everyone he meets. Sweet smiles and coos at strangers from his carrier when you’re at the grocery store or falling asleep in Auntie Gemma’s arms when she comes to visit. You were not surprised he already had his father’s charismatic ability to make everyone fall for him so quickly.
With Harry’s schedule as busy as it had been, it hadn’t been easy to adjust to life together as new parents. As much as he had tried to push things back or reschedule to have more time off with you, there was only so much that he was in control of and he was away from you and Sterling more than he liked.
So it’s no surprise when he comes home one evening and the space you share is mostly already decorated for the winter holidays. He smiles warmly to himself when he hears you singing along to the movie playing from the tv, peeks around the corner to see Sterling tucked away in his swing, his eyes open and bright. Your back is turned so you don’t hear Harry approaching, continuing to sing aloud as you work.
“We only have each other, it’s just you and me, what are we gonna dooooooo?” You spin around, expecting to only see Sterling watching you, yelping when you find Harry, giggling at the shock on your face.
He bends to look out the window, “Could be wrong, but I think you have to have snow to build a snowman, yeah?”
“You’re early! I wanted to surprise you,” You weave your way around boxes to greet him, “Left the tree for the 3 of us to do together though.”
“S’nice of you.” His hands remain in his pockets as you move closer, tired eyes looking down at you, lazy smile as you work your arms around his waist. He doesn’t make you wait long, freeing his hands from his pockets to wrap around you.
He buries his face in your neck, “Missed you today.”
“We missed you too, H.”
He pulls back, turning to look down at Sterling, his arm still holding you close to his side, “He’s growing too fast. Can’t believe he’s already 5 weeks.”
“5 weeks and 3 days,” You remind him, “All the mommy blogs say we have an infant now.���
“S’that s’pose to mean? ‘Course he’s an infant.”
“Just means he’s growing out of his tiny baby stage.”
He directs his attention back to the movie playing, laughing as he teases you, “Least y’could’ve done is found a proper Christmas movie t’play while you put up decorations.”
You shrug, “It’s close enough to count. Plus he LOVES it. Think Elsa might be his favorite.”
He can’t resist anymore. As comfortable as his son may be swaying back and forth in his swing, he bends to scoop him up, one hand cradling behind his head and the other behind his back to easily support him. Sterling clearly doesn’t mind, a grin developing when he realizes who it is disturbing him.
“Don’t care what anyone says, bub. Y’ll always be daddy’s baby.”
You never doubted Harry’s capacity to love his son, but you definitely questioned his expertise and knowledge of the basics of caring for a child. He had become somewhat experienced now, tackling late night diaper changes and early morning feedings or anything else in between without complaint when he could.
Though he had done great, you were never too far away that you couldn’t offer assistance when he needed it. So when he gets a rare day off and suggests you let him stay home with the baby while you run errands, you’re hesitant.
“Do ya not trust me?”
“Of course I do. You know I do. I just don’t want you to get overwhelmed.”
“S’just for a few hours, right? You can write out a list of his schedule if it makes y’feel better.”
Sterling’s stretched across your lap, dozing off while you try to finish the last of your breakfast. Harry stands at the counter, drinking coffee out of a bright pink mug. You look between your almost sleeping son and then back up to Harry, chewing a bite of toast as you contemplate the idea.
He doesn’t take offense to your hesitation, quite the opposite actually. He adores the sight of you, Sterling’s face squished against your chest; one of his hands tucked under his chin, the other wrapped around your side, his little fist holding tight to your t-shirt. It’s the purest form of love in his eyes, to see the bond between mother and son grow and deepen with each day. Makes him reminiscent of his connection with his own mother, fills his heart with so much joy knowing he had chosen someone that would give his son the same sweet upbringing he had.
He makes his way back around the counter to you, a hand resting on the top of Sterling’s head as he bends down to kiss the top of yours. He moves his hand, repeating the act of affection to the top of the baby’s head.
“Really proud of you, y’know that right, baby? Been so amazing watching you take care of yourself and our little boy, never doubted for a second you were meant for this, but it’s been more incredible than I could’ve ever imagined.”
“Proud of you too, H. Know you’ve had a lot of guilt about being gone, but Sterling and I love you so much. He already lights up at the sound of your voice when you FaceTime us from set, and I see the way he grins at you before he falls asleep when you’re here to tuck him in at night.”
His eyes meet yours, sees the moment you make your decision to say yes, deep exhale of warm breath trapped between the two of you, “You have to promise to call if anything happens, if you need anything at all. Don’t care how small it is.” He nods firmly, further setting your mind at ease, “He should sleep most of the time I’m gone, but I’ll prepare another bottle just in case I can’t get back in time.”
You feel silly for feeling so protective, and you were thankful to have Harry as your partner on this journey. His patience and support had been more than generous, covering you and Sterling in more love and adoration than you’d ever known could exist from one person. He kisses you again, on your lips this time, a hand cupping one side of your face before gently lifting Sterling from your arms, shushing and bouncing him a bit when he starts to whimper from the sudden change in his comfortable position.
“S’okay, bubs. Daddy’s got you, g’nna have us a lil’ boys day while mumma’s gone.”
You rush through whatever tasks you had scheduled that seemed so important that morning. Suddenly the groceries you needed and last minute presents you were dropping off at the post office to mail to out of town family didn’t matter, nothing did but getting back home to your boys.
It’s quiet when you shut the door behind you, almost too quiet. As much as you always prayed he would, Sterling never slept through his morning nap, so you’re surprised at the possibility of him still sleeping peacefully. Not that he was old enough to make too much noise yet, but still the silence worries you enough that you don’t even take the time to put away the groceries. You set the bags on the kitchen counter, making your way through the house to the living room first.
All your concern fades at the sight of Harry on the couch, Sterling snuggled in his arms with his back pressed against Harry’s front, his little body covered in a red and white striped onesie with a reindeer on the front, matching pair of green socks on his tiny feet. It’s such a comforting image, you once again question why you had any doubt at the thought of leaving the two of them alone. Harry hasn’t noticed your presence yet, or if he has he hasn’t said anything, and you’re content to keep it that way for a few more minutes to observe the vision set before you.
You notice the movie that’s playing, it’s the same one from a few nights ago that Harry teased you for. You cross your arms, quirking one eyebrow upwards before you repeat Harry’s words from that night out loud, “Boys day, huh? Could’ve at least found a proper Christmas movie to watch while I was gone.”
“I’ve decided you’re right, it does count. I can see why he loves it so much.” He looks up at you from where you lean over back of the couch now, a soft “hi” falling from his lips, tilting his head up to accept the kiss you offer. Sterling coos, and when you look down, he’s looking up at you too.
“Mommy missed you too, baby boy.”
“Come sit with us, lovie, watch the rest of the movie.”
“Gimme a minute to put the groceries away and I will.”
“I’ll pause it and come help.”
“No, stay,” You run your hand through his hair, pushing the curls away from his face, “There’s not that much, I got it.”
You work swiftly to put everything away, taking a minute to change back into your pajamas before you rejoin them, curling yourself against Harry’s side under his free arm. Sterling’s dozing again, most likely falling into a milk coma from the bottle he had just finished, but it doesn’t stop the two of you from continuing to watch the same movie together. You offer to take Sterling or put him in his swing, but he just shakes his head no, clinging tighter to him and you.
“S’my favorite part, this song.”
“What? It’s the saddest one. Elsa and Anna’s parents die in this one.”
He shrugs, careful not to shuffle Sterling and disturb his sleep, “Maybe, but s’catchy, gets stuck in my head more than the others.”
He begins humming along to the intro music, nudging you softly to persuade you to start singing along with the character on the screen. You sit up, dramatically clearing your throat before you do. Harry knows more of the words than he cares to admit, but would rather hear the lyrics sung by you. He giggles at you as you even change your voice to mimic the silly parts.
“It gets a little lonely. All these empty rooms. Just watching the hours tick by…”
Harry provides the tick-tock part, clicking his tongue off-tune to the ones playing in the song. That’s enough to make you laugh out loud, temporarily forgetting the sleeping baby now resting on Harry’s chest. He shushes you playfully, his body shaking through his own laughter thankfully soothing Sterling enough that he doesn’t wake up.
You compose yourself as the song turns slow and mournful, tucking yourself back to Harry’s side again. His hand works around to cup your waist, squeezing lightly to pull you closer, the vibrations of him humming along again a comforting rumble against your body. His voice is quiet, barely above a whisper as he sings the last notes of the song.
“We only have each other. It's just you and me. What are we gonna doooooo?”
Your eyes scan the whole of the room. Your boys nestled together next to you, the tree in the corner of the room the 3 of you had decorated together a few days before, the pile of presents that had already accumulated underneath it. You spot your favorite ornament, a silver star with Sterling’s full name engraved on the front, “Baby’s First Christmas” etched on the back. Sterling’s first present from your family sent from home. Well, what used to be your home for the holidays. A smile spreads across your face at the simple happiness and realization that this is your home now.
Harry, Sterling, and you; sun, moon, and star, spending your first holiday together.
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Cheater || JHS
Pairing: Husband!au Hoseok x Pregnant wife!au Reader.
Synopsis: You're mad at your husband for something he didn't do.🤷🏽♀️
Warning: None. The reader is emotional because of pregnancy hormones.
Word count: 1,415.
Looking to when you were younger and reflecting now on your present you would consider yourself and your mum to be the best of friends. Thank God for having a healthy relationship with your parents; this allowed you to remember some of your heart-warming and funny moments that you've experienced with them. Your mum was and still is like any other woman who has a daughter would sometimes talk to you about how her day went, what made her happy, what made her super mad and so on, so it was not strange to confide in you with the silliest things that bothered her deeply. One of which those things that you oh so prayed to never pick up from her was how she tended to get suspicious of your dad because of a bad dream she has had.
"I think your dad is cheating on me!" She said, eyes widening, gazing at nothing probably recalling the events in her head.
"What makes you think that?" You asked turning upon hearing her sudden confession.
"I dreamt about it!" She answered you back with this certain tone as if to say 'duh' minus the eye roll.
Of course, it was not enough evidence to start doubting your dad, plus you assured her that your dad would never do such a thing because you knew him like the back of your hand. So, the matter would be brushed off with some laughter, joking about the whole thing with an "I can't believe you, mum!" Sometimes, after these little outbursts, if you may call it that, you prayed for your future-self to not be like your mum or like those women who suddenly think suspiciously of their partners because of a dream. It's not that there was something wrong about it; you just simply found it to be silly, and you didn't need to frighten off the opposite sex; it's enough how they freak out when you question them about the date of the day, and they start stuttering feeling like it's an important date that they've forgotten about and how they will never hear the end of it. So, you trusted your future-self to be the open-minded person you expected her to be and not get mad over such mundane things.
This; however, could not be applied to your state right now because fast forward a few years from that moment you've shared with your mum, here you are heavily pregnant during the last days of your 2nd trimester, washing the dishes with so much anger radiating off you as if the dishes were to blame for your current state. You feel so disappointed for letting down your younger-self; however, you can't shake off the feeling of betrayal and distress right now.
Poor Hoseok didn't know how to approach you since you woke up today with that attitude of yours, brushing it off as your pregnancy hormones, and that you were probably getting tired of carrying all that load around. He couldn't imagine the discomfort you were feeling, yet the alarming sound of the China dishes, that you both bought together before your wedding, being treated harshly made him sink into the sofa deeper and deeper hoping that it would somehow swallow him, shielding him from any possible outbursts, until your not so silent tantrum is over. This kind of behaviour confused him, it really did because your attitude screamed 'I AM MAD, AREN'T YOU GOING TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT?' but then again he remembers every single time he has tried to approach you since this morning to find out what's wrong, only to be met with the bloody red eyes of Scarlett the witch, something that definitely made him rethink the decision of approaching you in the first place. Nevertheless, the way that you slammed the plates and cups made him worry that you might hurt yourself in the process of trying to calm down by slamming everything you laid hands on.
Sighing, talking himself into why he can't back out now from talking to you, he reluctantly got up and walked towards you with a smile on his face that clearly displayed 'Please don't kill me,' on his features. "Babe do you need any hel-"
"BACK OFF, YOU CHEATER!" Your sudden outburst scared him before his face turned pale like a lily flower withering. Cheater? "How could you do this to me?" Putting down the dish that occupied your hand and the sponge that you were using. Hoseok ran over to you from behind the counter that he agreed with himself, during his pep talk before he approached you, to stand behind in case you decided to throw something at him. He turned off the faucet and turned you towards him so that you were facing him. "Y/n, what are you talking about?" He asked wiping away your tears. Cheater? Was some article released about him having an affair? Did someone tell you something? Did you misunderstand a photo that was probably taken of him with a fellow female artist that may have raised speculations? Because as far as your husband is aware he didn't drunkenly cheat on you, and he would never do such a thing because you were the love of his life. Why would he cheat on you? Hoseok was trying to calm you down so that you can answer the questions that were plaguing his mind in order for him to fix any misunderstanding if there's any.
"Tell me, do you love her that much to the point that you would leave your pregnant wife and run away with her? Huh?" You said looking at your husband, accusation burning through your eyes. "What?! Who are you even talking about?" Hoseok frowned reaching his peak of confusion.
"Amanda Seyfried!" You burst again looking at him as if how could he not know something like that.
Hoseok looked at you in disbelief, he has never in his entire life met Amanda Seyfried, yes he mentioned once before in an interview that she was his celebrity crush, and that was even before he met you, so he didn't understand what all the hype was about. "Babe, I've never met her! How could you accuse me of cheating on you with her when I never met her before?"
"I dreamt about it! Last night, you to-told me that you d-didn't love me anymore and that you're better off with her. Y-y-you also said that you wanted blond and blue-eyed b-babies!" You explain crying, again as you recalled the pain that you felt during the nightmare. It felt so real that you woke up with a pounding heart and teary eyes. "Why would I say that?" Hoseok stifled a laugh, reminding himself that these are just your hormones getting the best of you and that you're never like this. "Because you want your babies to look like her, the love of your life, that's what you said," you sniffed, wiping your eyes and nose. Hoesok laughed as he couldn't contain it anymore, "why are you laughing?" You pouted, frowning your eyebrows trying to look mad at him. "Baby, I would never, ever leave you for Amanda Seyfried," he laughed, pulling you into a warm hug to ease your nerves. "But it felt so real, it felt like you were really leaving me to be with her!" You pouted as you were about to cry again, making Hoseok take your face between his hands, thumb brushing your cheeks gently to calm you down. "I am so sorry baby you felt like that," he said pulling you in his arms, again. His heart clenched at your distress. "Come on, let's go sit down, you've been standing for too long," he said walking you slowly towards the sofa. Hoseok sat down as he laid your head on his lap, caressing your hair softly as you both watched the t.v. "y/n!" You hummed looking up at him. "I don't want blond and blue-eyed babies," he said smiling down at you. "You don't?" You asked softly, eyes filled with hope, like a kid on Christmas eve that hopes his name would be on Santa's list of the well-behaved children, as he told you so. "No, I don't." He answered shaking his head to put your thoughts at ease. "Good! Otherwise, you'd be dead!" Hoseok laughed at your sudden change of attitude, portrayed in your sharpe tone, knowing that you were not talking seriously and that it's just your hormones.
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