#also thanks shade! i wish you well in ur work as well!
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hey I used to work with a fair amount of environmental types and sort of still do (I'm in mechanical engineering but I'm interested in environment-adjacent stuff and ended up working at a GIS mapping company for a bit) and I think the ecosystems and disaster recovery stuff is really interesting! animals are cool and all, but something about seeing the way a thing bounces back or changes in response to stressors or big imbalances is a lot cooler to me than just learning how something works on its own. Hope your job and/or program is going well!
HI SHADE <333 oooh i think i remember you working there, or talking about it, since I took GIS back in 2020 and definitely talked about it! honestly i wish i went for an environmental engineering degree but no place nearby offered it, so i just have the BS in environmental science instead. lots of my coworkers have the engineering degree though, although we don't do actual engineering work where i work. that said, i sort of plan to get a masters eventually, so i might end up more specialized (not in engineering though)
also yeah!! i loved loved my hydrology class in school, which was mostly about groundwater contamination. we learned how to draw groundwater maps and identify groundwater contamination plumes, and then do the math to find out how fast they were traveling and what direction. our final exam was just a map with some houses marked out and a story--we had to identify the water table, determine soil porosity, construct a drilling well, calculate well draw down, calculate the contamination plume, the distance it would have gone in 5 years, and predict how long it'd take to reach another house's well. so cool!!!
anyway i just get weirdly excited over toxic chemical spills/disasters. obviously in a "oh this is awful i want to know exactly how this is fixed" sort of way--i'm not happy that it exists i just think fixing it is interesting and rewarding. you ever think about how to clean up chemicals in an aquifer? something that is below the ground and not even visible to you? to the point where people can drink it and be fine? it's pretty cool
that said it can be extremely depressing? especially since these sites will remain contaminated for years since there's just not enough money to get them cleaned up faster? and people suffer and die because of it? i think i've learned to block it out a bit--i still feel the sadness and it's important that i do, but i've learned to engage on a different scientific/problem solving level that spares me some of the despair, i think. like how a doctor/nurse/emt has to just get down to business. i think you need to have some of that to work in environmental science too because genuinely there's so much depressing news all the time
anyway i'll leave this off with an ongoing superfund (the name used to refer to the most hazardous sites in the U.S.) site that i find absolutely horrifying:
this is a very long article that i think i read last year. it is also very depressing as a warning
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hi i love ur pregnancy series sm. may i req gepard, sampo, luocha and blade and luka with a reader whos 9 months pregnant? just like the fluffiness of it. obviously reader is in pain sometimes, has that little waddle, stuff like that but just the boys kind of doting on her belly if that makes sense. thanks!
Hey there! Thanks for loving the pregnancy series, it’s been probably my favorite thing to write to be honest haha!
So I’m not writing Luka yet because I don’t know him, like, at all, but I will add him once he gets into the game! Thanks for understanding!
And thanks for the awesome, very cute request hehe!
I really hope you enjoy!
Cw! Pregnancy
-Honkai star rail men taking care of 9 month pregnant reader-
Gepard Landau: Is so happy and excited that his baby is almost here, but also, so so SO very anxious. And now you’re 9 months pregnant, and he doesn’t exactly know what to do to help you along. He’s very soft and gentle with you, always eager to get off work as early as possible so he can come see you and his baby-to-be.
You know that idle animation of his where he attempts to sing? Well. He TRIES to sing to his baby sometimes at night, even if he doesn’t sound that great it’s so cute and sweet that he’s doing his best.
His anxiety really kicks in now that you’re 9 months pregnant. You’re laying in bed when you suddenly hear: “do you think the baby will like me?” and you can’t do much but roll your eyes and say, “yes, Gepard, I think the baby will like you.”
When he felt his baby kick for the first time, oh the poor man burst into tears. It’s just…suddenly so real. That soon he would be having a child with you…
Imagine, slow dancing in the kitchen with Gepard, 9 months pregnant with his baby.
Sampo Koski: still doesn’t really Want to have a baby, but there is a sort of pride in seeing you pregnant with his child. He’s gentler on you, now that you’re 9 months into your pregnancy, and the reality is really setting in that he’s having a child with you. He tries to be gentle, he lets you hold his hand when you’re feeling pregnancy pains and stuff, and he must admit it’s charming to watch you try to do chores around the house while being 9 months pregnant. Don’t worry, he’ll take care of them. He wishes you’d actually Trust him a little more, though he does understand why you wouldn’t.
The first time he felt the baby kick was by complete accident. He had rolled over in bed, and wrapped an arm around you and suddenly he felt the little kick of the baby. He unwrapped his arm from around you, (which made you a little bit sad tbh) but the sensation remained. It wasn’t….that bad actually. But it’s weird to accept that you’re growing a Life inside of you now because of him.
Imagine, Sampo just…helping you around the house. Doing your chores, making you dinner, helping you sit down and get up from places.
A true gentleman, even if he’s hesitant about becoming a father.
Luocha: the man practically puts you on lockdown, haha. He has you on a strict routine of medicines and exercises that are supposed to help you with pregnancy pains. He IS a doctor so you know you can trust him. But sometimes you wish he’d let you out of the routine a bit so you can do other stuff like chores or making dinner. But no, he’s insistent he does it all for you, and that you should only focus on taking care of yourself.
He’s very strict about it.
But he’s also very kind and loving and understanding towards you. He gets it when you need to skip your exercises a day or something like that. You’re absolutely not allowed to skip your medicine though!
He takes you to work with him when he can, as long as you can sit in the shade and watch him work. He likes having you with him so he can keep his eye on you. Call it a doctorly instinct of his to want to supervise you constantly.
Imagine Luocha, giving you your daily checkup, his hands trailing down your stomach, feeling your baby kick, and concluding that they’re happy and healthy.
Blade: Blade is not a gentle individual. He’s not used to even touching you, let alone touching you while you’re pregnant with his child. So he just doesn’t. But he’s very very protective of you, especially around the other Stellaron Hunters. Expect him to stay close to you, following behind you like a shadow as you waddle along and go about your day. If he sees you struggling with something, like a chore you used to be able to do, he’ll step in and do it for you. He doesn’t talk much during your pregnancy. Just observes you quietly, keeping an eye on you. The other Hunters aren’t allowed near you. Blade makes sure of that, he even defies Kafka to keep you safe from them.
He wishes he wasn’t so…uncomfortable with physical touch, especially when he sees you struggling to get up from couches or out of bed. He wishes he could help you but he just can’t bring himself to touch you.
So imagine the day when you wake up, and Blade quietly asks if you’d like help getting out of bed, reaching out his hand, and offering it to you.
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Author’s note: please send me asks if you want more pregnancy stuff! I’m not bored of it yet lolol
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Bar romantics🎀 [18+]
Ethan hunt x !fem!reader
words count: 1.9k
A/N: meeting ethan in a bar and then yeh read and you’ll find out
warnings: smut
this is my christmas gift to @honeymvnt 🎀
originally posted on wattpad but decided would be better here🤭also this is my first time writing so cut me some slack 🧚♀️
You had just woken up from ur 2nd nap of the day since you had been in London for the past 10 hours the jet lag was killing you.
You had been living in America for the last 6 months working on the job. You had recently decided that it was time for you to come home (at least for a little bit) .
The past few days you had been visiting your family so never had time to catch up on your sleep from the jet lagged flight home. Today was the day you decided to get some sleep and chill out.
After 2 seven hour naps it was 8:30pm and u were now wide a wake. You had woken up in quite an unusual mood that didn't seem to come around very often, you jumped out of bed and decided it was time for you to hit the bars and nightlife in London which you have very much missed after being away for so long.
You sent a few messages to some old friends but just to your luck non of them were available, you thought "no wonder they are all now married with children". It never really bothered you that you were 29 and single you never really had the time recently for dating but whenever you would scroll through social media you would see all your friends settled down and having fun with their children, which sometimes made you wish that was you.
You started to get ready to go out as you had decided you can go out alone. You decided to make yourself look more than just the usual professional business woman and wear something quite revealing. You were telling yourself that it was just to make yourself feel better but your subconscious mind was having thoughts about other things.
1hr later you were fastening your strappy heels and grabbing your coat to head down to the town, the town was only a 6 minute walk from your flat so you just decided to walk there.
You got to the first bar which did not look anything like it used to, you remembered it as just a Run down pub with a few old wooden chairs and tables and most if the time just full of old men.
You walked in to the Newley refurbished pub ands sat on a black cushioned bar stool, "what can i get for you love" the barmaid asked "glass of white- actually" you stopped and thought *go on throw your self out there a bit* "sorry no could i get a double vodka and coke please" you continued " no problem honey" she replied "thank you" you replied when she placed the glass down in the bar. Your usual drink was just a glass of white wine but again your mind had other things planned for this night.
2 hours later-
You were now on your 3rd drink and although you were not a light weight the alcohol was definitely starting to have an effect on your confidence.
You scanned the room when your eyes met the other side of the bar. There was a man a rather gorgeous man looking at you his smile grew when you locked eyes with him but you were quick too look away as he was very handsome and didn't want to creep him out. You looked again and he was still looking at you, his brunette locks were glistening in the light above him as if he was an angel his eyes were a dark and luxurious green that could hypnotise you within minutes you continued to look back and forth from him and he eventually stood and made his way over to you, "why hello there, caught you staring huh" the brunette said , you were quick to fire back "actually i think you've got that the wrong way round", "oh, really" " well maybe your right" he grinned, you couldn't stop staring at his eyes they were one on the prettiest shades of green you had ever seen, "So do you want to tell me your name mysterious man" your replied as you were suddenly eager to know more "Ethan, Ethan hunt and you?" He asked "y/n". "So Ethan hunt what made you approach me" you said grinning at him " well my lady lets just say i was intrigued by you" he replied smiling widely. "Intrigued?" You questioned him. "Yes never seen you here before" he said. "Well i used to be a local but I've actually just returned from working in America" you replied in a professional tone " oh wow, sounds interesting" he replied with huge smile plastered against his face. You an Ethan talk for a few hour longer over a few too many drinks.
For the past half hour you couldn't keep your eyes off his you had given Each other a few glances that you both wanted more. You were so intoxicated but you knew that whoever this man is you wanted him BAD. "Hey do u want to back to mine for a few" u impulsively asked him "yeah why not" you both finish your drink and start to walk back to your flat. The walk somehow felt a lot longer than usual as Ethan grabbed your hand. The touch of his hand was so tender and soft his hands felt like silk, he was rubbing your thumb and it was making you feel so electric.
You finally reached your flat and opened the door as he let go of your hand he grinned at u and u grinned back. You closed the door behind you both and as you turned around he picked you up and slammed you against the door, you wrapped your legs around his waist and he asked "this is what you want right?" "Yes yes i do" you said with a slight moan in your voice as you were so surprised by him Picking you up.
Before you knew it he crashed his lips against yours and he slid his tongue into your mouth, the heat of his mouth mixed with the taste of whisky had your moaning against his lips, you managed to say between breaths, "down the hall second door" he followed your direction as it led him to your bedroom he placed you down on the bed and took his coat off he crawled on top of you. Your hands grasped his shirt and began to undo the buttons revealing his intensely toned body, he removed his arms from the light blue shirt and chucked it behind himself, you ran your hands up his arms trailing your fingers along the veins in this biceps.
Ethan pulled back from the kiss to lift to undo the zip on the rather revealing dress you had previously decided to wear. The dress slipped of and again he threw it behind him to land wherever they wanted, he turned his attention back to you and unclasped your strapless bra so you were left in only your panties.
You grabbed the waist of his jeans eager for him to get them off, he removed you hand from the waistband and said "patience, baby" he then pulled you to the edge of the bed as he got on his knees and started to trail kisses up your thighs.
He would get so close to your pulsing core then place a kiss on your clothed folds, you shuddered every time, "please eth- ethan" you moaned, he grabbed you panties and pulled them down your legs and once again discarded them on the floor behind him, he dived into your core and started to work his tongue against your clit, you were so aroused with pleasure ur started to arch your back, you felt Ethan grin against you as he was very clearly watching your reaction to figure out what you liked the most, he pulled back abruptly and put his fingers in his mouth but before you could question why he stopped he shoved a finger inside you, you moaned so loud at the sudden sensation you felt between your legs he started to pump his fingers inside you and then inserted a second finger with ease as you were quite literally dripping for him, he suddenly hit you g-spot and you groaned and arched your back even further he then realised and started to curl his finger to continuously hit you g-spot and with his other had he placed on ur stomach to steady you.
You were so overwhelmed but the pleasure he was bringing you and you were so close to the edge just threatening to topple over, you grabbed his hair to pull his face up and managed to squeeze out "Ethan fuck me please" Ethan grinned never like before and stood up leaving your core empty and craving for more, you sat up and pulled him towards you by the waistband on his jeans you undone his button and pulled them down along with his boxers realising his huge hard cock, the tip is red and pulsating, veins all along his shaft practically begging for attention, you said you wanted him to fuck you but god you needed this cock in your mouth first.
You decided not to ask and instead stood up and pushed him on the bed, you began to crawl up him but stopped at his crotch, he look at you now with a smug grin on his face, obviously very proud of his package, you licked the pre-cum of his tip and then began to dipped your head down as far as your could.
"God baby yo-your sooo good at thatt" Ethan moaned, "mhmm" you said sending vibrations throughout his whole body making him shudder beneath you evil ways.
You were starting to tease him sucking and then only a few swipes across his throbbing head, "y/n please ahh" he was so weak and so sexually frustrated, You decide to finally give into him as you got up and placed your self above him, He lined his cock with your entrance and he was balls deep with a swift motion from how wet you were for him.
"Oh my Ethan u feel so fucking good ahhhh" you moaned with your back arching while you rode his third leg, Ethan was so overtaken by how hot you were bouncing on him, he didn't know how much longer he would last so he sat up and lifted u placing you on the bed on all fours so he could get deep and catch you from another angle. As soon as he was pumping into you he was hitting your g-stop over and over and over "AHHHHH FUCKKK ETH-" you cut off as the white bliss came undone rushing throughout your entire body, a couple of seconds later Ethan came and collapsed next to you and pulled you to him to rest your head on his chest.
A few minutes later your breathing had finally calmed as well as Ethan's, "you know I didn't just bring you back for that and don't get me wrong because wow that was the best fuck I've had in a longg time" you said to humble him but you knew it was the best you had ever had, but you couldn't tell him that, "i would really like to see where this whole thing could go y/n" Ethan blurted out "you took the words right out of my mouth" you both laughed and estuary drifted of to sleep
𝐼𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡2
likes and comments are appreciated🎀🫶🏼
#tom cruise#smut#ethan hunt x reader#hot as fuck#hot asf#daddy k!nk#thomas cruise#x reader#fanfic#18+ blog
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*breaks into ur house while slav squatting* HELLO. I SEE YOU REBLOGGED SOMETHING OF MINE WHILE WISTFULLY CLAIMING YOU WISH TO KNOW HOW TO DO ART ON SPLATOON. I AM NOT A GREAT TEACHUR KREACHUR BUT I CAN GIVE YOU A TIP!!
DITHERING!!
What is that, you may ask? Well, its the use of white/black dots in a pattern to make something look a different colour or have a different effect. If you zoom in on my art, you'll notice that certain effects have different dithering styles to obtain different things. With my fresno funk piece, the different shapes are probablt the best examples. Some i used a grid dot, some used stripes in horizontal, diagonal or vertical fashion, some i spaced differently. these all achieve different things. Diag. stripes are what i used to shade the bottom of the ufo while dot/space/dot gave the moon its glow, with some break up here and there to achieve swirls or dust.
This is really the most i can give you for advice. practice different dithering styles to figure out the effect you want. qlso, from my experience, the smallest brush size is your best friend and you have more ease of movement with your switch undocked and using touch pad, but using the joy cons can give you more precise painting. Really, your best friend will be time. The ufo took me around 45 minutes and the fresnos were about thirty. remember the more intensive, the more time it will take. also remember to save. as "embarrassing" for unfinished art to go up, but unfinished and saved is better than unfinished but youre almooossttt done-and the game crashed. all in all, theres probably stuff online that tell you what to put where and blow up your image like a grid or smth, but i find freehanding with touchpad and then cleaning up with the joycons and adding effects and details using the dpad works best, but thats just me.
Hope this helps!!
Ooc// HI THIS IS SUPER EMBRASSING I DIDNT MEAN TO REBLOG ALL THAT TO THIS BLOG, I GOTTA TAG THOSE AS OOC NOW BUT THANK YOU ILL DEF SAVE THIS!!! I've been practicing and getting better on switch by practicing without sketches too >:]
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Well it’s definitely working !! I can tell u put a lot into ur art n I love the colors and the shading and how u draw faces in general….. super unique and gorgeous?? There’s a lot of life in ur art it’s rlly impressive,,I’m also a sucker for a more painterly style of shading/coloring in general,,YW BTW <3…..I hope u have a nice day/night!!! Srry if this is all over the place I saw yr art and had to tell u immediately like . Genuinely in awe??
thank you!!! painterly is so fun, it make me so happy. i also cannot do lineart cuase my hands are unsteady and i only have a pen tablet, and thank you again! i hope you have a wonderful day/night as well and wish only the best for you!
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hi hiiii ^♡^ i just read the teaser for rockstar hyuck and i am now hyperventilating from excitement AAAAAAA 🤸🤸🤸 idk how to express it better but that's like the perfect teaser!!!! just from that scene alone i had the "oh. oh." moment LMAO. so yes, i will be obsessing over the teaser until the full fic drops <33 and since the other anons are dropping songs reminding them of rockstar hyuck,,,,,hear mE OUT. i immediately thought of cry by cas and poison by nct dream🫠 but yeah, i'm just so excited to read it kwnwnwkwj i hope i'm not pressuring you omg i am cheering 4 u tho yay hehez :>
anyway, i really really love u and ur works to the point where i just randomly think about it and then i'm all giggly and blushing >< you're honestly my fav writer here hihi. so for making mine and everyone's life much better with ur fics, i hope you're always happy, eating lots, getting good sleep, slaying everyday, receiving lots love and moreeee take care mwa🫶
HIIII!!! firstly anon sorry for the late reply, i was literally sitting on this ask in my inbox because it is such a sweet message and i couldn't believe that i could be so lucky to read something like this meant for ME... <3 just from sharing my thoughts and putting them into these fics :( i'm so happy you liked the teaser and you describing it as perfect is just sooo special to me. there are so many scenes i could have chosen for the rockstar hyuck experience but this was the one which stuck in my head and which i wanted to start showing the shades of his character and i'm so glad that it works for you :)
CRY BY CAS that is one of my favorite songs by them. would also add touch (the outro especially) & maybe kiss it off me? i've mentioned this before but to me... cry album is so hyuck. also poison by nct dream yesyesnajnsjbs my favorite song on the album definitely and it really fits here! and don't worry it's not pressure, i'm just as excited to keep writing it and for you to read it!!! hope it lives up to your expectations while catching you a little by surprise :)
to be your favorite writer means the world to me and i'm so happy that my fics can make YOU happy in their own way!!! this is truly such high praise and it makes all the writing and brainstorming (and sometimes pain) so worth it 🥹 thank you for your well wishes and i hope you have a greaaaat week ok!!! thank u for making my day/week hehehe
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hi, it’s 🔆
how are you? i think this question is a must since the concept photos dropped, even non engenes are going crazy about them !! they all look so good it added at least a hundred more years to my lifespan !!
also, i fell in love with ur works — specifically, i fell in love with ur riki smau, cupid’s corner !! and ever since then, i’ve been looking forward to opening this app with hopes of seeing new updates from you !! and yes, i’m very much loving cupid’s conflict, my day feels incomplete without it.
your cupid smaus are really just so great and fun, it makes me happy !! i was wondering if you had plans to make it a whole series, if u do, it’s a given that i’ll be supporting it as well !! if u don’t, there’s not a problem at all, just do what makes u happy and go for what u want <33
ps. i hope ür everyday will be as lovely as the prettiest shade of the sky when the sun is setting
best wishes,
🔆 anon
hellooo!! i am doing good!!! thinking about thsoe jungwon pics makes me faint a little HE LOOKS SO GOOD 🫣🫣 and tysm for enjoying my works <3 and im glad ure enjoying cupid's conflict!! and there will be 3 smaus in the cupid series, with the last one being for jake : ) and thank u so much T_T i hope ure days r lovely as well <3
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i just want to know why is it so rare tho?😭and so true every 03 liner i see has a special place in my heart!!! and yeah we are pretty similar in that🤭🤭
i just get angry when i do it but it also calms me in some way idk dude it's a whole mess lmao😔THATS MY PROBLEM AS WELL but i'm trying to learn whenever i get impatient to just leave it and continue when im in the mood again!!! ahh writing is hard tbh so u have all of my respect actually!!! like every time i have to write something i just rush it and never look back on it cuz i cringe so much🤣so genuinely hats off to u!! (and i also saw what u reblogged earlier so i just want to say that i love ur storylines and how u just write the emotions and the people in them!!!) more plants are always amazing🥳🥳 i'm glad free styling works for u!! tbh i never knew how to look up how to actually take care of what plant so i think free styling is the only option🤣 thank u for wishing luck!!💘 if u tell me ur fav colors i would actually make one and just send a pic to u of it once i get back to my hobbies sometime in may (and this is an ask for help cuz i never have ideas on what colors to use.-. and i will keep it in the name of u lmao😌)
WILL SEND U ALL OF THE PIXELS OF HIM!!!!
actually being a silly like that is so fun in a way ngl (i am in the biggest parasocial relationship known to mankind with sunwoo from theboyz and i would never change that fact lmao love being silly like that) yeahhh it's so great to just see how much growth they had since then!!!🥹🥹but i genuinely don't understand how they just get better and better each time they do a cb:o
GOOD LUCK WITH UR EXAMS!!!!!! they are more important than that drabble so I HOPE U WILL DO GREAT IN ALL OF THEM!!!
thank u🥹🥹🥹u are not pressuring me at all so thank u for that as well🥹💞and also thank u for welcoming me with open arms!!! i think i get closer to getting of anon every time i send an ask/reply🫡
no problem cuz i'm also very late with my reply so sorry😟 exams suck so much!! i hope u will only have better weeks than that then!!! i hope u are doing well as well and that u will ace all of ur exams!!😌💗💖💓 (liebestraum anon🥳💞💗)
bro thats me with art omg 😭😭😭 its like a weird mix of rage impatience but at the same time relaxation and creativity altho i havent drawn or done any art in ages 😔💔 SJSJS sometimes when i read back my work i cringe too,, esp my older fics but considering that i write the content i wanna see i read my own fics sometimes LMAO so theres that. thank u so much for complimenting my storylines and emotions i think those are the two main things i focus on in my writing 🥺💓 also my fav colors and combos are literally anything + white (esp black, red and blue) and also cream, sage green and shades of gray 😌😌 keep it and wear it like a declaration of love to me /j
now. to the topic that i already hinted at during our convo on my main- our similar taste because tell me why am i the biggest bitch for sunwoo i dont fucking stan the boyz??? LOOK AT THIS DJSJSJSK
i fully support your parasocial relationship with him i am actually your biggest fan 💓 BUT SUNWOO IS A DEVIL EVERY TIME I SEE HIM I HAVE TO TAKE A MOMENT BC OH LORD-
thank u!!! i have one final down (got an A from it ❤❤❤) but i have 5 more to go and it only gets more difficult LMAOO so ill be back to writing in june hopefully :')
DJSJS was actually so glad to see u on mosviqu too i am happy you are getting more comfortable 💓 hope youre doing well im cheering u on always!!
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(hi it’s fashion anon from last week, sorry for the long ask again) fashion and music go hand in hand so i’m tired of people dismissing it. lots of people make good music but amazing styling makes you stand out from the rest so making fashion connections is important as it can help you rise to the top. zendaya herself said that she used to just show up to random red carpets dressed really well so she would be on every best dressed list to get her name out there which led to casting directors noticing her.
yes, being an ambassador doesn’t automatically mean you have good style. but in fashion circles bp are known for their style. they’re not talking about other idols the way they do bp (esp jennie). they have global fashion campaigns, they’re on magazine covers across 4 continents. they’ve got deals in 3 sectors (fashion beauty jewelry). they’re here to stay.
the issue isn’t that other idols are in fashion now. being upset about that is so trivial and dumb. we should want success for idols bc they work so hard. the issue is that people have been dragging bp for years for working in fashion but are now celebrating when their favs do. antis have been saying “bp only have impact in fashion not music 🤪” then getting angry when knetz (rightfully) praise their impact in fashion and dismissing it. pick a narrative and stick to it. stans won’t allow bp to be praised for anything.
again, bp aren’t the first ever but they’re the first group to have every member works with a separate brand. and they’ve had huge impact and now brands want to try to replicate that with other idols. it’s not that deep. give credit where it’s due.
another issue is *** fans are obsessed with being number 1 at everything. they’re already turning it into “who did dior want more”. jisoo had an entire collection and lipstick shades inspired by her. dior love her, she’s gonna be just fine. so ***** also being at dior changes nothing. they’re both gonna be successful and they both deserve to be.
not everything has to be a competition all the time. like lisa and * at celine. they brought in a huge crowd at pfw. lisa called him oppa and they partied together after. they’re clearly friendly w each other. but dumb twt stans just argued over who brought in the crowd and who’s more influential. maybe it doesn’t fucking matter. they don’t care and neither should anyone else.
i’m happy that *** are working with the brands that suit them and i genuinely hope they do really well. but these petty fights over who’s more successful are boring, immature and embarrassing.
ohh absolutely agree with everything! fashion can be a powerful tool to use to get ur name out there but honestly i think it's trickier to master than what most ppl believe, and the pinks are all great at it! and i think mostly thanks to their personal style, bcs they haven’t been exactly blessed with great stylists lol :) the pinks have had a massive impact on the intertwinement of kpop with luxury fashion, and i think everyone knows that but not all like to admit it :] some stans are adamant about turning everything into a competition and always want their own faves to come out on top so they won't ever give bp their due credit but what can u do 🤷🏻♀️ it’s so frustrating but honestly i don’t think those ppl will listen to reason any time soon :| i wish the best to *** with their new fashion endeavours but i wish these fights would stop bcs it’s veeeeeery annoying and embarrassing
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perhaps a small drabble in which the reader gives peter a massage for his stiff back? it can be fluffy or spicy!
thank u for ur request this was so sweet <3! also i have never given a massage so idk how u even do that
Peter's stretched out on his front on the couch, watching TV with a pinched crease between his brows. You're across the coffee table transcribing his pained expression into your sketchbook, eyes flitting between him and the thick paper under your pencil as you work leisurely. He hasn't moved in hours.
"Watcha doing, bub?" he asks.
"You," you murmur, shading in the shadow under his neck. His real shadow stretches as he lifts his head.
"I wish," he says, grinning.
You laugh, a quick exhale through your nose, closing the leather of your sketchbook around a well loved mechanical pencil. Peter raises his eyebrows. They dance as you approach, moving to kneel in front of him for a quick kiss you never get - he tries to sit up and the action makes him hiss.
His groan is muffled by the couch cushions as he faceplants.
The easy smile falls off your face. You bring your hand up to the back of his head, stroking the soft hair tickling the skin of his neck. Your heart aches for him.
"Is it really bad?" you ask him quietly.
He perks up, giving you his signature lopsided smile. "No. Little stiff, that's all."
You scratch his scalp gently, humming. "Huh, poor baby."
He relaxes under your touch. It gets you thinking - maybe you can make him feel a little better with a massage. You've never given him one before, but it could work.
You cup his neck and smile lazily. He's predictable – your smile makes him smile, and you know he'll say yes before you ask just 'cos you're both smiling. "Want a back rub?"
"What?" he asks, rasping.
You stand up on your knees and trail your hand slowly down your boyfriend's neck, pushing a light pressure against his shoulder blades and traversing down until his breathing hikes.
You frown in sympathy. "Sorry, baby. Can I try make it better?"
He doesn't say yes so much as he lets himself lie flat. You climb up over the back of his thighs. "I'm gonna sit on you," you say apologetically.
"Oh no," he moans dramatically. Then, when you hover,. "Sit down, sweetness- your full weight!"
You titter. "Fine! But tell me if I hurt you."
"Whatever you want."
You roll your eyes at his sticky soft tone and settle on his lower back. You rub slowly over his shirt using the heels of your hands. You feel ridiculous - you've no clue what you're doing or how to do it, you only want him to feel better.
You push his shirt up to his shoulders and trace the lines of his muscle. He's tense under your fingertips. There's a smattering of tiny brown beauty spots like stars over his back and you pause to press your lips to the biggest, just above a wall of silver stretch marks.
It's barely a kiss. Still, he makes a nice sound.
You find the knot in his back after some gentle exploring, focusing your efforts on the area, firm but with enough pressure to make a difference. His pained breathing turns to contentment and your heart soars when you realise you might actually be making a difference.
You dot him with another kiss, this time to a beauty mark at the nape of his neck, your mouth tracing constellations into the white sky of his skin. You're careful not to lie on him as you lean over, murmuring into the shell of his ear, "Is this okay? Working?"
"Yeah," he says, and he sounds bone tired, voice thick with sleep. "Really working. You have magic in your hands, sweetheart."
"Why thank you," you say sweetly, lightly.
"Will you keep going?" he asks.
You would've said yes anyway, but his shyness makes you soften like warm butter. You rub the tip of your nose into his neck, the barest hint of a touch.
"Anything you want," you promise.
You straighten back up and start the process all over again. Eventually, worn out, Peter falls asleep underneath your hands. You keep going, slow, long minutes of his deep breaths and the shushing of your palms over the planes of his back.
My poor, sweet boy, you think, shaking your head as you worry after his inane need to overwork himself. What a dummy. My dummy.
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hi my love! hope ur holidays were good. ik u said u been feeling burnt out so hopefully u been recharging, doing some self-care, and just doing stuff u love. wanted to just drop in a small lil fic idea i feel like u would do justice. where single-dad!jack is having a hard time juggling work and his kids and kindergarten teacher!y/n notices/tries to help? (feel free to ignore if u cant expand or just don’t care to but SOMETHING TOLD ME TO MESSAGE U THIS) <3 major love :) x
Thank you for the well wishes and happy 2022 to you, anon! At first, I wasn’t sure if this was my vibe, but decided to push myself a bit. Maybe that was the sign for you to message this to me. Major love back ♥
Also, for some reason I forgot he was supposed to be a single dad until I scrolled up to write the summary and warnings. So, to make up for it I wrote a version 1 blurb where he is a single dad. 2 was the one I originally wrote. Hope you like both!
Dad of The Year
Summary: Jack starts to feel like he’s missing out on his daughter’s life and has warped the way he imagined his future family. You remind him how amazing of a dad he is and helps him to work through it.
Warnings: Fem!reader, husband!Jack, dad!Jack, fluffy, a teeny bit angst, a teeny bit suggestive in version 2
Version 1 - Singledad!Jack:
If Jack had to choose a place to have a break down, this empty classroom was not one of them. He felt like a failure. It didn’t matter how many plaques and accolades he received, any man who forgot to pick up his daughter from school is a loser. Jack counted his lucky stars that his mother had remembered that Jack’s surprise label meeting conflicted with his daughter’s pick up time and filled in. Jack just wished he had checked his phone before rushing over here.
He let out a shaky breath as he pressed his head to the wall. He was willing his tears to a halt, trying to fix his composure before walking back out. Luckily, with his hood up and by putting his shades on, no one would notice unless that got way too close. Jack’s heart leaped out of his chest when the door opened.
You jumped, looking around the empty classroom as if you walked into another dimension. “Sorry, Mr. Harlow, I didn’t expected to see you there.”
You cleared your throat. “I’m Y/n...”
“You’re my daughter’s teacher, I know.” Jack said with a loud sigh. “I’m sorry, I haven’t been to any parent meetings. I’ve been swamped.”
You stared at Jack sympathetically. You knew that look. Most parents who came to pick up their children had that look. It was the face of people who were exhausted, but never felt like they were doing enough. Your wide smiles and signature teacher waves never did anything to alleviate their pain. They usually humored you, most likely hoping that it would shorten your interaction.
“Pick up debacles are more common than you think.” You said reassuringly.
You pretended to cover your mouth as you spoke out the side of your lips. “The Blakes mix it up all the time. That’s how we found out their kids have two au pairs, one that speaks French and one that speaks Mandarin.”
You gave Jack an incredulous look. You felt a pang of success after getting him to crack a smile.
“I’m worried to ask what you all say about me.” Jack teased.
You blushed softly. You figured telling him that when someone said they saw the “hot dad,” everyone immediately knew it was him, would be the fast track to losing your job. It was hard not to remember this fact as you admired his tall, large build and prominent bearded jaw as he leaned back against the wall.
“We’re all just impressed.” You aired on the safe side. “You have two little ones, right? Your daughter has an older brother?”
“Yup, a five and a seven year old -- it’s rough. Everyone told me to get a nanny.” Jack muttered mostly to himself. “But that’s not how I was raised and I was convinced I could do this. Now, I’m not sure if my daughter even knows who I am. I feel like I can’t do anything right.”
You stepped a bit closer. “If it’s any consolation, I have yet to meet a parent who thinks they are. But your daughter adores you, Mr. Harlow. She lights up when she talks about you. I remember one kid said something negative about you and she slapped him so hard a couple magnets fell off the board.” You laughed a bit before remembering you were the teacher. “And I did mean to talk to you about proper conflict resolution steps and guidance, but I’ll save that for another time.”
Jack’s face split into a smile as he laughed softly. “I wish I could have saw it. To break it up, of course.” Jack quickly added at the end.
“Of course.” You smiled knowingly. “Well, you know, we have a parent reading day every Friday. If you have free time one afternoon, you could read to her and her classmates. I’m sure it would make her year and you would get to see her in action.”
Jack pondered it for a moment. He looked at you with deep set clear blue eyes and you cleared your throat. Suddenly, you wished it wasn’t crazy sweater day and Blue from Blue’s Clues wasn’t a blue blob on top of your already horrendously bright green sweater.
“I would like that. Can you send me the schedule?” Jack asked, pulling out his phone.
“I can send you an email as soon as I get to my desk, Mr. Harlow.” You grinned, always happy when parents signed up.
“You can call me, Jack.” He smiled at you making your cheeks warm again.
“Y/n...” You introduced yourself.
“By any chance,” Jack sauntered over to you. “Would you be available for dinner the Friday evening after my reading? I would be happy to choose a day you’re free. I would hate to let your pep talk go un-thanked.”
Your eyes widened. Was the “hot dad” asking you on a date? No way. Everyone knew he didn’t date, he was just looking out for his daughter.
“I hope I didn’t offend you,” Jack’s eyebrows knitted at your silence.
“N-No” You shook your head. “I just, it’s been so long since I’ve been invited out to eat, I thought it was a date.”
Jack smirked. “It is. If you want, anyway.”
“Yes..” You squeaked before clearing your throat. “A date would be nice.”
Jack smiled. “Well, hopefully next week works. I should have some time.”
You made a mental note to call Mrs. Wilson and let her know she needed to swap to another day before sending Jack the schedule.
“I think we may have a slot, I’ll let you know.” You nodded.
“Call me.” Jack winked before putting on his shades, adjusting his hood and walking out the door.
A few moments later you walked into the teacher’s lounge with a big grin. You were met with tired faces that instantly lit up at your next sentence. “Guess who just ran into the hot dad....”
Version 2 - Husband!Jack:
Jack’s mind was like that Pingu video where the little penguin waddles between the boiling kettle and the ringing phone before collapsing in the middle of kitchen and having a full-blown mental break down. Jack’s version of crying on a tiled floor was sitting on the plush pink rug of his daughter’s bedroom, resting his head on her bedframe. The sounds of her soft snores was the only thing that kept Jack from breaking down, worried that the smallest of cries would wake her. He turned his head and took another peek at her. A light smile traced his lips when your words echoed in his head, ‘She stole your entire face.’ His little dumpling, as he affectionately called her, had the same full cheeks, bright big, light eyes, and curly locks that Jack sported from childhood to his adult years. But Jack also saw so much of you in her as well --the crinkle of her nose, the way she laughed, the awkward position of her leg as she stretched in her big girl bed--mirrored you to a tee.
A sad feeling gnawed at Jack’s chest. He had dreams of being the perfect father when you and he first got married. You were able to negotiate him down to 3 children, but he was sure that he would have you wanting more after you saw the life he had planned for you. Now, Jack was nervous to even entertain the thought of a second child. One of the reasons he was able to be successful was because he poured everything into his work. Jack practically lived at the studio. It was so bad that twice a week you started having family dinner at the studio. Despite criticism from Jack’s family and a few close friends, Jack continued to think it was okay because you made it seem okay. You made it into a fun adventure for your little family of three, and his bouncing toddler seemed thrilled to be with Jack. It wasn’t until tonight did Jack realize how much his absence was impacting his relationship with his daughter.
For the first time in ages, Jack was home for his daughter’s bed time ritual. He realized he knew nothing. He didn’t know what time she finished watching tv, how the teeth brushing song went or where her favorite bath toy was located. Feeling dejected, Jack had retreated to her bedroom during bath time and saw the stack of children’s books on her little shelf. Most of them were classics, new copies of ones he owned as a child. Others were a few more contemporary books that taught kids about diversity, equality, and technology. Jack picked up one of his favorite Dr. Seuss’ books, scanning the pages quickly. He remembered how his own dad put on voices for each character and how it took him to another world. This was Jack’s strong suit. He was a story teller. He was excited to show his little girl how it was done.
Then he got a call from the label. A brand reference in a song was resulting in a potential lawsuit. It wasn’t a big line, but it did make the rhyme scheme of the song a bit tricky if he needed to remove it. It was like Dentyne all over again. Jack quickly ran out the room to take the call. By the time he returned, his little angel was sound asleep. As lovely as it was to have child that was out like a light the moment their head hit the pillow, Jack couldn’t hide his disappoint. He lost his one chance to be a good dad and he didn’t know when he was going to have another.
The door creaked open and you stepped inside. Jack’s thick brown eyebrows raised as he looked at you, his lips automatically curving into a smile. The amount of titles you held since being with him: friend, girlfriend, wife, mother of his child and each one you held with grace and certainty. You weren’t ever crying on your daughter’s bedroom floor. Instead, you were the one cradling your overworked husband as he let warm frustrated tears fall from his eyes.
You waited for Jack’s breathing to become less jagged. You were happy to hold him to your bosom and stroke his hair until the sun came up. Feeling his large body curl around as you did your best to hold all of him made your heart swell. You could tell he was hoisting the world on his shoulders and you wanted to help balance the load. You were doing your best at home and with your daughter, but you knew that there was more that he wanted. Jack let out a sigh as he pulled back. Most of his tears had been absorbed by your shirt, but his dark blues were puffy and red. You leaned in and kissed him. He wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you into his lap and deepening the kiss. There was longing in the kiss as if both of you realized that it had been awhile since you took care of each other intimately. Your hand slipped under Jack’s shirt and you felt him tense slightly. Worried you hurt him, you pulled back and furrowed your brows. Jack shook his head, reaching to grab your hand from under his shirt and pull it out to give it a kiss. This made you even more confused which was evident on your face. Jack gave you a resigned look and gestured with his head to the door. You nodded and got off his lap, standing up in the process. Jack followed suit. You tip-toed out of the room and closed the door gently. You both continued to walk lightly until you made it to the master bedroom across the hall. You adjusted the baby monitor on the night stand before sitting on the bed and patting the space next to you.
“Jack, what’s wrong?” You asked, rubbing his back the moment he sat down.
“I’m a bad dad.” Jack’s voice was so full of emotion and final that tears pricked your eyes.
“What?” You shook your head. “Jack, that’s ridiculous! You’re the best dad in the world. Our little girl is obsessed with you. Today was probably the best day of her life, she was so excited she passed out.”
You let out a soft chuckle. When Jack only gave a half smile in return you hugged him tightly.
“It shouldn’t be an event to have daddy home.” Jack sighed. “I should be in her life just like you are. I couldn’t even read her a bed time story.”
You bit your lower lip still holding him. You couldn’t deny that Jack didn’t have as much time home with your daughter as you did. You worked at the kindergarten attached to her pre-school. You brought her to and from school so, the only time she didn’t see you was during the day when you were teaching. Jack spent his days doing interviews and making music, then he spent his nights performing and traveling. It was true that daddy being home was a spectacle because it was special to your little girl who thought her dad was a superhero. Like an actual superhero--because he flew all the time. You only knew this because she was pleased to tell kids that her daddy was Jack Harlow and got put into timeout for trying to fight anyone who called her liar.
The idea struck you like a lighting bolt. You grinned at Jack which made him smile back at you.
“I know that face.” Jack said, “That face has gotten us into a lot of trouble.”
“Good trouble.” You smiled wider. “Jack, I know the perfect place you can read our baby girl a story. Every Friday, a parent is invited to read stories to the students before nap time. I’ve never gone because I’m a teacher and it feels a bit unfair. But, you could!”
“Would she like that?” Jack asked, you could hear the concern in his voice. “Isn’t that kind of embarrassing?”
“Jack, your daughter is literally slapping the crap out of two years old who call you Whack Harlow.” You shook your head with a laugh. “Trust me, this will be a core memory for sure.”
Jack laughed, he cupped your face and pecked your lips. “Do you have a schedule of people who signed up? I can see if I can make it for the next available one.”
“Absolutely, it’s in my calendar. I’ll send it to you tomorrow.” You were bouncing on the bed, happy it was coming together.
“Any pointers?” Jack asked, his shoulders relaxing as he began to get ready for bed himself.
“Definitely make sure to read slowly, slower than you think is necessary. I always say to enunciate, but if you read like how you rap, it should be fine. If it’s a rhyming book, make sure to keep with the rhythm, but I guess I shouldn’t tell a musician that.” You blushed softly with a laugh. “And of course, funny voices.”
“Wow, should I have been taking notes?” Jack asked as he changed into his pajama shorts.
“I don’t mean to brag, but I am the only kindergarten teacher who’s gotten three back-to-back encores.” You pretended to buff your nails on your shoulder. “Which means they were willing to sacrifice 15 minutes of nap time for my sweet soothing voice.”
Jack laughed. “Well, I’m going to have to be the top dad then. Can’t have mama holding the crown by herself.”
You laughed as you jumped into Jack’s arms for a hug. You leaned back to look at him and he leaned forward to peck your lips. “Thank you, baby. I don’t know what I would do without you. I love you so much.”
Your cheeks warmed, never getting tired of Jack saying those words. “I love you too, Jack.”
“By the way...” Jack teased. “...if I am dad of the year for this, you better prepare yourself for baby number two.”
You rolled your eyes to hide an eager smile. It had been a long time since Jack talked about growing your family and you were worried. Now, not so much. “If you do well, I may even let you get some practice in.”
Jack rubbed his hands together excitedly, giving you an exaggerated grin. Before you knew it, Jack was tossing you over his shoulder and tackling you to the bed--suddenly remembering that his daughter wasn’t the only person in the house he was excited to spend the night with.
It was three Fridays since Jack’s break down and he stood outside the classroom nervous. From your angle on at the end of the corridor, you could see him looking through the little classroom door window. He was wearing a white sweater and gray slacks. With his glasses, you almost mistook him for a history teacher. He had a book and a bouquet of flowers in his hand. You stifled a laugh. Why did he look like he was going on a first date?
You walked as lightly as your black Mary Jane shoes would allow. You were wearing black leggings, a red pullover with a white button down underneath--the typical Kindergarten teacher uniform. Jack turned as he heard your quick steps approaching and smiled brightly. It was the same smile one would give the first person they recognize at party. He hugged you and gave you a peck on the lips. With the twist of his body, you noticed he was actually holding two bouquets, one slightly larger than the other.
“The big one’s for you, baby.” Jack winked, motioning for you to take it.
“Jack...” You cooed, taking it and giving them a little sniff and savoring the sweet floral scent. “...you shouldn’t have.”
“Put on your desk to show off to your co-workers.” Jack winked making your roll your eyes.
“Show-off...” You scrunched your nose at him. “But, thank you. Nervous?”
“A little.” Jack admitted. “It’s like when you go on stage and you gotta psych yourself up.”
“You remember when you told me that you would go on stage and try to find one person in the crowd you wanted to impress. Usually a pretty girl.” You gave him a knowing look, “Today, you know who you’re looking at and just like every person who pays for your show, she is going to enjoy every minute of this.”
You heard the preschool teacher announce that story time was going to be done by your daughter’s father. Through the window you could see your daughter’s face light up in disbelief as she looked toward the door. Upon seeing her dad’s smiling face, your daughter’s hand needed to be grabbed to stop her from running to him.
“Good luck, Jack.” You whispered.
“Thanks, baby.” Jack opened the door and walked inside.
You stayed by the door, watching your daughter’s eyes follow Jack as he gave her the flowers and then took his seat. Your daughter glanced at the door as if looking for you and gave you an excited grin when she saw you there. You motioned for her to sit down and she nodded. You stood outside, not wanting to steal any of Jack’s thunder, but still wanting to hear.
Jack killed it, of course. The kids laughed and ooh-ed at all the right moments. He was even asked for an encore. At the end of the year, Jack was awarded best story teller and you mentally prepared for baby number two.
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hii there :) can i req reaction where the boys accidentally pinned their crush to the ground? like they fell on top of them hahaha hope ure doing well :)💓
your wish is granted, anon. ♡
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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ enhypen reaction! -> pinning their crush to the ground ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
🖇·˚ ༘ ┊͙ hey lovelys! this request has been in my inbox for a while now and i was supposed to write this like way long ago but didn’t have time even though i could write something short for this. i also didn’t really feel like it so now that i’ve gained the motivation, i’m happy to say, here is your request, anon. one last thing, this is more of like them just crashing to you and falling on the ground but you can also take it as how they would react if they had a crush on you :) and to the anon once again, thank you so much for requesting and for being patient! <3
—✧ pairing: enhypen member x member’s crush! reader
—✧ genre: lots and lots of fluff
—✧ words: 2,028
—✧ tagging: @youreverydayzebra @witheeseung @w3bqrl (permanent taglist is currently open, send a dm if you want to be added!)
—✧ a/n: this does not actually portray the boys in real life. this is a work of fiction so these are just my thoughts and opinions on how they would react, basing from their personalities but that doesn’t mean they’re necessarily true. don’t take any of this seriously and just take it to heart, thank you <3
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˗ˏˋ lee heeseung ´ˎ˗
➮ his doe eyes would be as big as saucers when he notices how close the distance between both of your faces are.
➮ but it would take him like 5 seconds to realize this and just spends that time duration to stare at your face before eventually standing up in a blink of an eye.
➮ he offered you his hand for you to take and stand up in which you gladly took, and you were taken back when he suddenly apologized.
➮ “i’m so so sorry, y.n. i-i didn’t mean for that to happen. i was in a hurry and you were in the way, i wasn’t looking and i didn’t want to be a bother but then that happened and i’ve never been that close with a girl befo-“
➮ his apology was cut off by a giggle that had slipped from your lips and his eyes widen again, in fear that he had made you uncomfortable with his words.
➮ that fear was gone just as it had passed when he sees the way your face light up when you laughed. he didn’t realize he was staring for too long until you stopped, making him quickly avert your gaze.
➮ after you told him that he didn’t need to apologize, you excused yourself out of the scenario, feeling a bit embarrassed about what happened.
➮ heeseung was still left stunned by the scenario, mentally scolding himself not to let that happen again and watch where he was going next time.
➮ poor boy was scared that he might’ve accidentally scarred you even though he didn’t :((
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˗ˏˋ park jongseong ´ˎ˗
➮ his perfume was the first thing you could point out with your senses before realizing that this man was literally right on top of you.
➮ he would take a few seconds to lift himself off of you and look up through his lashes to see who he had accidentally ‘bumped’ into.
➮ seeing that it’s you, he would let out a sound you didn’t even know he can make and immediately push himself off of you. 😭
➮ when he realizes you had witnessed his reaction, his face turns a light shade of pink, shaking his head and pretending he did not just act like that in front of you, and would then act all tough because that’s what almost everyone perceives him as.
➮ jay’s a gentleman so he would stand up and offer you a hand, saying “sorry for running into you, y/n.” with an apologetic smile on his face.
➮ once you took his hand in yours, you swore you felt him shift a little but you didn’t mind, lifting yourself off the ground and brushing out any dirt that got on you and your clothes.
➮ of course, you told him that it was okay and you didn’t get hurt anywhere maybe except for the fact that his perfume was strong when it passed through your nostrils, that must’ve hurt but no one can deny he smelled good.
➮ “do you want me to buy you a new pair of clothes as an apology?”
➮ you raise an eyebrow at this but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to take up on his offer.
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˗ˏˋ shim jaeyun ´ˎ˗
➮ would stutter out so many apologies as soon as he crashes into you and the both of you are on the ground, you not being able to mutter out a word because of the shock.
➮ “i’m sorry! i’m sorry, i wasn’t looking! i didn’t mean to-“
➮ “j-jake! i can’t breathe, lift yourself off of me first!”
➮ he would burst into a fit of giggles at your words *sobbing* and hoist himself above you with both of his hands, pinning you under him.
➮ the two of you get lost in each others’ eyes for a moment, the distance not even a measurement apart.
➮ jake’s cheeks start to turn pink at your closeness and so does yours, you notice a mischievous smile form on his face.
➮ “so you’re not going to tell me to get away? am i this handsome up this close, y/n?”
➮ you try utter out a response but to no avail, no words were forming and you feel embarassed when you couldn’t think of a quick comeback to his question.
➮ he laughs at your reaction and would teasingly taunt you by inching even closer that made you shriek in his face resulting to him finally getting himself off of you.
➮ you stand up and let out a laugh when you see him still on the ground, genuinely shock at whatever just happened.
➮ “you scream like a madwoman! you could’ve just told me to get off, jeez.”
➮ neither of you brought up the scenario again, brushing it off and convincing yourselves that it was gonna happen at some point, knowing how clumsy the both of you can get.
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˗ˏˋ park sunghoon ´ˎ˗
➮ he would not think twice to get up on his feet when he sees your shocked face in a close distance at what just happened though you were kinda disappointed because you wanted to admire his handsome face more.
➮ “i wasn’t looking, i’m sorry. did i make you uncomfortable, y/n?”
➮ like any other gentleman, he offers his hand for you take to help you stand up. of course, you took it. like who isn’t gonna take a chance to hold sunghoon’s hand?
➮ “n-no, i’m okay. sorry about that as well, it’s no biggie.” you stutter in reply because sunghoon is indeed the prettiest boy, his visuals are out of this world istg.
➮ sunghoon grows shy and suddenly runs a hand through his hair to try to get rid of the awkwardness he was feeling and you found it attractive obviously.
➮ you try to sneak in a few glances here and there just to admire his handsome looks in which sunghoon caught onto every single time you did.
➮ and when you sneak in a stare one last time, you see him looking back at you and you immediately look away.
➮ now it’s just you two standing there awkwardly ffs.
➮ the two of you excused yourselves, eager to escape from the embarassment and just run away lmao.
➮ as for sunghoon, he can’t seem to get the scenario that happened out of his mind, his neck can be seen with a few spots of red, a reaction to what had just happened moments ago. ;)
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˗ˏˋ kim sunoo ´ˎ˗
➮ giggles when he sees you so close to him and flashes you a big smile on his face 😭😭😭
➮ “y/n, you look weird this close.” i just know he’ll say something like that and then just giggle once again.
➮ you’d act like you were mad at him but you can’t bring yourself to do so because he’s just so cute and precious.
➮ his cheeks flush when he realizes the current situation the both of you were in, you caught onto this and ask him if he’s ‘feeling alright’.
➮ he backs away a little bit and nods shyly, lifting his figure off of you and stands up. he doesn’t want you to see right through him, just how much of an effect you had on him.
➮ you take his hand that he offered for you to take as he lifts you from the cold tiles.
➮ “are you okay? i didn’t crash into you that hard, right?”
➮ nodding, you send him a reassuring smile to tell you that you were really alright.
➮ would rub the back of his neck and smile back at you AAAHGFHSJAKSNDB
➮ once the embarassment is out, he would go back to being his fun and smiley self and hug you, showering you with his love and being genuinely sorry that happened.
➮ you’d be confused but grateful nonetheless that he was no longer worried but still caring for you.
➮ “mint choco ice cream seems like the best solution right now. i’ll buy you some, hm? my treat! you don’t need to worry at all!”
➮ his enthusiastic self couldn’t let you say no so you went along even if you weren’t that big of a fan for mint choco.
➮ at times, sunoo would accidentally recall this incident and smile at the thought. he’ll then pinch himself for feeling giddy over this. cute
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˗ˏˋ yang jungwon ´ˎ˗
➮ shy babie 🥺 he would be quick to ask if you’re alright despite him feeling awkward. the distance between the two of you does not help with his fast beating heart.
➮ “are you hurt? did i hit you somewhere? i’m sorry, y/n, it was my mistake.”
➮ “jungwon, it’s alright. i’m okay. not hurting anywhere, though my back’s kind of in pain but overall, i’m fine.”
➮ you can see his dimples poking out from his cheeks, he was trying hard to surpress a smile (pls he’s so cute) to ease out the tension a bit.
➮ he takes a few seconds to look at your face before standing up and puts out his hand for you take.
➮ “are you sure? you don’t need to go to the nurse’s office?”
➮ it takes a while for you to convince him that you were completely fine. it’s okay though, you could understand that he was genuinely worried :’’’)
➮ after a moment of silence, you notice him blushing.
➮ “your face is all pink. are you sure you’re not the one who needs to go to the nurse’s office?”
➮ jungwon’s eyes widen and tries to laugh your words off, denying what you said and saying that the room was just hot.
➮ the feeling of embarassment consumed him whole once he realized he had you pinned on the ground moments ago okay, he’s just shy. 😭
➮ he asks once again if you’re really okay and you reassure him one last time that you really are.
➮ seems like the type to offer you to pin him to the ground as well as payback or something that you can do to him so that he’d feel better that you two went through that pretty awkward situation.
➮ it ends up with you asking him to buy you food and he obliges because wonie’s soft for you <3
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˗ˏˋ nishimura riki ´ˎ˗
➮ one thing for sure, i know he’d laugh so hard once the both of you are on the ground but that’s because he hasn’t seen that it was you yet.
➮ as soon as he realizes that it’s none other than his beloved crush, his eyes would widen and push himself off of you, just like jay.
➮ grows shy all of a sudden and you notice this right away, asking him if he’s alright even though he was supposed to be the one asking you that.
➮ he answers right away that he’s fine and tries to hide the fact that he’s flustered because of what happened. the image of your face underneath him earlier not leaving his mind because he’s whipped.
➮ you snap him out of his daze and he rushes to helping you stand up because he’s ashamed he zoned out for a bit and didn’t even try to help you afterwards.
➮ apologizes 927392 times only for you to tell him that it’s alright and it’s nothing to worry about.
➮ “i’m literally so much taller than you, are you sure i didn’t hit you anywhere where it could’ve hurt?”
➮ his way of showing his concern actually surprised you because he’s not usually like that. he’s always laughing everything off and making jokes so niki doing something like this, especially towards you of all people, never crossed your mind.
➮ you were sure if it were any other person like one of his friends, he would laugh this off. since it was you, ofc he cared :((
➮ after a while, he’d excuse himself first before you could and try to act like he wasn’t trying to run away from you but in reality, he really was because he felt embarassed.
➮ would be the type to share to his friends about what happened and rant to them on how much of a mess he was and that he should’ve been more careful.
➮ the next time he sees you, he’ll act like nothing happened and continue to tease you like he always does to hide the fact that he liked you.
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secret santa! — gorou
pairing: gorou x gn!reader
tags: fluff, childhood friends to lovers, they have sappy nicknames for each other
wc: 2.4k
a/n: hi kimzy (@kaeya-kisser) i'm ur secret santa! we haven't talked much but merry christmas and i hope u like this! also, special thanks to axia (@favoniuscodex) for hosting the event ^^
[2 weeks ago in Sangonomiya Shrine]
“Secret Santa? What’s that?”
You look to Kokomi the same time Gorou does, the same question spilling from both your lips. Sharing a knowing look with the boy next to you, the both of you laugh in unison. Gorou’s sharp canines catch your attention as they glint under the soft lights of the Sangonomiya Shrine.
Kokomi smiles secretively as she flicks her gaze between you and Gorou, her pale indigo eyes reflecting amusement as she giggles to herself.
“It’s a year-end tradition that another region practices, I was hoping to do the same for the Resistance to lift morale,” Kokomi explains. With a wave of her hand, two shrine maidens appear with stacks of letters in their hands.
“To participate in Secret Santa, one takes on the role of ‘Santa’ and is assigned a giftee that must not be exposed to others, especially the giftee themselves.”
The stacks of letters are placed before you and Gorou as Kokomi continues with her explanation.
“General Y/N and General Gorou, I am entrusting the both of you with the task of delivering these letters to the members of our resistance. Inside each letter holds the instructions of the tradition as well as each person’s giftee.” Kokomi instructs with a smile as if she hadn’t just given out extra work.
“I’ll see to it immediately, Your Excellency!” Gorou responds immediately. His brown ears twitch cutely as he starts sorting out the letters by area.
It’s during times like this that you envy the overflowing enthusiasm Gorou has.
You smile sheepishly as you meet Kokomi’s gaze, “Of course, Your Excellency,” You say, putting on your best expression of loyalty.
You’re taken aback by the chuckles that escape from Kokomi’s mouth as you begin sweeping the letters into your rucksack.
“Here, the two of you have giftees as well,” Kokomi says as she hands a letter to the both of you. “I wish you both the best of luck, generals.”
You and Gorou nod in response, accepting your letters.
[A day before Christmas Eve, in Ritou]
You’re screwed.
You had been too busy delivering the letters to the members of the resistance and your work as General that you forgot about your own giftee.
Of all people, your giftee had to be the only person you knew like the back of your hand, meaning that it’d be terribly difficult to find the perfect gift for him who you’ve gifted so many gifts through the years you’ve known each other.
Yes, your giftee was none other than the pointy-eared Gorou.
That was why you had invited him out under the guise of spending your day-offs together in Ritou when in fact, you were hoping to find a gift that he’d like.
To no surprise, Gorou shows up wearing the same lightweight militia gear.
“I thought I told you to dress casually,” You remark with your arms crossed as you stand under the shade of a maple tree.
“We’re generals we need to be on alert at all times,” Gorou replies instantly as he comes to a stop before you, a wry smirk on his lips.
You shake your head as you let out a defeated sigh, maybe you should get him some clothes for the new year.
“Are you looking for a gift for your giftee?” Gorou asks pointedly as soon as you join him by his side.
His straightforward question throws you off-guard but you manage to stutter out an excuse.
“Of course not! I-I already got one at home!” You feel your cheeks heat up as Gorou laughs, eyes disappearing into crescents.
“Maybe try not to blink so much the next time you lie,” He comments, poking your cheek with his finger.
You pull a face as you begin to take larger strides, leaving Gorou behind as he’s forced to break out into a jog to catch up to you.
“Don’t be upset, sunshine,” Gorou says as he catches your wrist, “I haven’t gotten a gift for my giftee yet either,” He admits.
“Sunshine?” You question. “I thought you didn’t like us using our nicknames for each other.”
At your words, Gorou flushes bright red and looks away. His ears twitch nervously as you continue to pin him under your gaze.
“We rarely get to spend time alone like this so I thought it’d be fine…” He tells you hesitantly.
You feel your heart squeeze in your chest as Gorou looks at you with puppy eyes, the kind you’ve never been able to resist.
“Are you sure about this… honey?” You ask, still not quite believing what was happening. After all, the nicknames the both of you had for each other were made up on a whim when the both of you were children and pretending to be a couple while playing house. Neither of you used it until Gorou brought up the memory one day after a particularly difficult mission during your time together as soldiers.
“Yes,” Gorou answers you, much more confidently than you’d expected. “I think,” He adds on.
“You think?”
“Argh… If you want to call me honey you can, if you don’t want to then don’t!” Gorou tells you. His voice travels far and wide as he raises his voice out of embarrassment.
You hold back your laughter as you watch his fluffy tail swish back and forth anxiously. And despite the slight awkwardness of it all, Gorou doesn’t let go of your hand that he had sneakily slipped together with his as he leads you towards the market.
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“Hey, do you think a snow globe would make a good present?” Gorou asks you as he holds one up to your face.
You stare entranced at the figurine of a Ruin Guard in a pink skirt, standing off-center inside the globe as silver and white bits floated around it, mimicking the winter snow.
“I think it would make a very good present for someone with a sense of humor,” You answer, giggling as Gorou shakes the snow globe to kick up the fallen pieces.
“Hm, interesting,” Gorou comments as he places the snow globe back on the shelf.
As you continue to peruse the shelves, you’re hit with the undeniable reality that there really was nothing that would be the perfect gift for Gorou.
You had thought that Ritou would be chock-full of pretty trinkets from overseas but all you’ve found so far were worthless junk that one would call pretty as a joke. It didn’t help that most of the products you had come across were exceptionally well-made and it made you question if it was you who didn’t understand the value of these possibly higher art forms.
“Hey honey, look what I found.” You hold up a mini figurine of Ms. Hina, a popular columnist at the Yae Publishing House.
Though exceptionally well-made like every item in the store, you couldn’t help but be drawn to the humongous assets the figurine boasted.
“Ms. Hina really does look like you doesn’t she?” You ask in a teasing manner. Of course, you had long found out the real identity of the columnist but it was entertaining to watch Gorou try to dispel the rumors.
“I don’t think we look that much alike,” Gorou answers you simply, keeping his gaze averted as he picks up a random object. “Also, you should put that down before you drop it, that thing costs more than both our salaries combined.”
“Wait- really?” You immediately put down the figurine once you caught sight of the price tag attached.
The Ms. Hina Fanclub was definitely not be trifled with now that you’ve seen for yourself the valuation of a single figurine.
Heaving a sigh, you’re glad Gorou noticed the price tag as soon as he did. If he hadn’t you probably would’ve swung it around to tease him.
You’re about to suggest leaving the store to Gorou when you notice something dangling above your heads.
“Congratulations! You’re both the winners of our Couple Event!” You hear the store owner shout as he pops up from behind the shelves. In his hands was a remodeled fishing rod and at the end of it, a strange plant was tied onto the string.
“We’re not interested,” You start to say the same time Gorou does.
“We’re not a couple!” He shouts, nearly startling the store owner off the stepping stool he was standing on.
“Don’t lie! I heard the both of you call each other honey and sunshine!” The store owner shouts back with equal fervor.
Your palm meets your forehead in a loud smack as you heave a heavy sigh. This was embarrassing, but at least you got to see the flustered expression on Gorou you’ve been wanting to see since the start of the day.
“W-we’re just friends!” Gorou says adamantly. His eyebrows are pinched together as he speaks, ears twitching as he continues to argue back and forth with the storeowner.
“Bah! Forget it if you don’t want the 50% discount!”
50% discount? That means you can afford the Ms. Hina figurine!
“I’m terribly sorry for what my lover has said,” You interrupt, pushing Gorou aside as you take his place, facing the store owner.
“We’d love to participate in your event as the winners of your Couple Event.” You ignore Gorou as he protests from the side, his face reddening by the second. Whether from frustration or embarrassment, you’d ask him later after you’ve got your discount.
“That’s the spirit! All you have to do is kiss your lover under the mistletoe!”
The storeowner’s words spark another outrage from Gorou as he tries to argue that the both of you weren’t a couple. But the only thing that stands out in his argument is his usage of the word, ‘yet’.
“We’re not a couple yet!” You hear Gorou yell. Despite the frustration in his voice, you don’t fail to notice the swish of his tail as it wags from side to side.
“You should dump him,” The store owner says to you straightforwardly.
“Haha… Maybe so,” You answer sheepishly as you clamp a hand over Gorou’s mouth, silencing him. His skin feels hot underneath your palm and you’re beginning to wonder if maybe the feeling was mutual all this time.
“Come on, honey, you don’t want to keep the storeowner waiting, don’t you?” You ask sweetly as you turn to face Gorou. His ears which were usually pointed and alert were flat against his head as he pouted, eyes sparkling as he gave you his best puppy eyes.
Perhaps you’ve finally found a power able to triumph Gorou’s puppy eyes.
“I just want the discount,” You murmur as quietly as possible as you lean towards his ear.
You watch as Gorou visibly relaxes, releasing the tension in his shoulders as he faces you with a new expression you’ve never seen before.
“Rather than the discount, I want you.”
Your questions are answered as Gorou confesses. You were never really able to confirm it before but now that it has happened, you’re regretting the fact that it was happening in a strange store in Ritou, with the store owner having a VIP view of the scene unraveling.
“The feeling is mutual,” You tell Gorou. Your heart beats faster in your chest as you watch his face light up, his tail resuming its wagging as you meet his teal blue eyes.
“Just kiss already!” The storeowner whisper-yells, excitement shining clearly in his eyes as he lowers the mistletoe till the end of the leaves are brushing against the tips of Gorou’s ears, making them twitch.
The air in your lungs is knocked out of you as you feel Gorou pull you in by the waist, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss.
The lips are soft and sweet, and much warmer than you’ve imagined. Your skin feels like it’s been lit afire as Gorou dips you slightly, smiling into the kiss when you gasp in surprise.
“Hey store owner, I’ll get that Ms. Hina figurine,” You tell the store owner before grabbing Gorou by the neck to pull him in for another kiss.
[Christmas Day, somewhere on Watatsumi Island]
“Hey, honey.”
“Hi, sunshine.”
You greet Gorou with a peck on his cheek, grinning when you see him scrunch his face.
“I have something to tell you,” You say to him, faking a serious tone. You almost convince Gorou that there’s something wrong that is until you spot what he has in his hand.
“Am I your giftee?” You ask, pointing at the gift box.
When Gorou averts his eyes, you know you’ve hit the mark.
A laugh escapes from your lips as you show him what you have in your hand. A gift box, just smaller.
“You’re my giftee,” You tell him.
“I know, Her Excellency may have dropped a few hints,” Gorou explains with a sheepish smile.
“Then I guess we have her to thank for this,” You say wryly, gesturing between yourself and Gorou.
“For that, we do,” Gorou confirms as he nods along. “So what did you get for me?” He asks as he maneuvers around you, plucking the box out of your hands.
Your heart rate picks up as you watch Gorou’s expression carefully. It took you longer than expected but you finally decided on a last-minute gift for him.
“A hairclip?” Gorou questions as he takes his present out of the box, he raises the clip, letting the sunlight bounce off of it.
“It’s handmade,” You inform him, “That’s why the mistletoe is a little crooked.”
Gorou grins brightly as he hands the hairclip to you. “Will you put it on for me?”
You oblige immediately, carefully sectioning his hair as you pin the hairclip over the white tufts. You huff a soft laugh as you adjust the clip. After all, you had gone through multiple rounds of haggling with the very same store owner so that you could break off the mistletoe from one of his ‘Christmas’ decorations.
“Thank you,” Gorou says as he strokes your cheek with his thumb.
“Oh yeah, here’s your gift.” Your present is placed onto your waiting hands and you make quick work of the wrapping, tearing it off as you dive into the heart of it.
“A necklace? It’s so pretty!” You gush as you take it out of the box.
“It’s a mistletoe necklace,” Gorou says quietly. “I guess we had the same idea,” He states shyly.
“I think we should celebrate Christmas every year,” You tell Gorou.
“After all, it’s what brought us together.”
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hi! congratulations on 420 followers ^_^
heres a meme idea: Banri sings in the shower >:3 whether he's good at it or not, or if others react to it, is totally up to you!
I've been meaning to write my own fic about it, but I'd love to hear others' versions of it! If u do choose to write this, thanks in advance and pls take ur time :))
Have a nice day!
Nice >:)
Ayooo finally finding some time to clear out my drafts/askbox after like a year’s time let’s gooooo
Okay, so at first this was supposed to be a full-fledged scenario where each member of the Mankai company would randomly encounter Banri singing in the shower but I eventually lost inspiration and dropped it;;
So take this short WIP plus some bullet points!
One of the aspects of living in the Mankai dorms was, unfortunately, having to use a communal bathroom. For better or for worse, that led to Banri sharing the bathroom with other members at times that were once his private bathing time.
That isn’t to say that Banri was embarrassed about it – hell, he has an amazing body and he freaking knows it!
“B-Banri!” Sakuya squeaks out as he averts his eyes, Tsuzuru doing the same. “Sorry for disturbing you. Spring Troupe’s night practice just finished and we thought that no one else was in here.”
Moments like these, however, make him wish he had a bathroom he could use by himself.
Awkward seconds pass painfully slow until Sakuya and Tsuzuru decide to just show themselves out, electing to wait for Banri to finish his bath.
“For what it’s worth, you have a lovely singing voice, Banri.” Tsuzuru offers before hurrying over to the door.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Banri grouches, his face reddening at being caught. “I’ll hurry up so your troupe can get in already.”
Later, Masumi who heard the details from a sleep-talking Tsuzuru sneers at Banri for his poor taste in music. Eventually, Citron catches wind of the fact and makes a big deal at the dinner table about how he laments not being able to witness Banri’s “concert”, nor being able to sing along with him. Itaru and Chikage continuously tease him about it until the news loses its novelty.
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- Tenma being Tenma gives him shit about it like “Your technique could use some work.” But also uses it as an excuse to hang out and goes “Improve and bring your A game to our next karaoke sesh.”
- Yuki just isn’t having it like, “shut up some ppl need to bathe properly”
- Kazunari is totally on board, joins in like, “oh yeah pump it up let’s partyyyyy ”
- Muku is totally accepting of it and this further solidifies his princely image he has of Banri bc he sings when doing daily stuff
- Misumi occasionally joins in on Banri’s bath time and sings triangle songs and Banri was super exasperated about it at first and actively tried to avoid taking baths with Misumi around but eventually grew to accept it and just lets it happen.
- Kumon heckles him about him like “my nii-chan sings way better than you smh.”
- Autumn troupe bath time: Banri just unconsciously starts singing under his breath. Juza is like stfu. Sakyo tells him to get the bath over with quickly and stop wasting water. Omi compliments his singing voice, saying it’s much better than his own. Taichi joins in as hypeman and starts belting along with Banri. Azami shades him like “If you have time to sing in the bath you have time to do proper skin care my god.”
- Tsumugi and Tasuku would be chill with it, not too overly excessive in their reaction and just apologize for intruding.
- Azuma would definitely tease Banri about it, saying things like, “My, how unexpectedly cute of you.”
- Homare definitely would join in, spouting out lyrics and rapping along.
- Hisoka is a rock. He sleeps through it all.
- Guy is intrigued and considers it as good vocal exercise and adds it to his bath routine as well
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with great power I [lee jeno]
summary: there are two things jeno loves most about his life. one being spiderman, the other being you, his best friend. there’s just one issue: after your father’s death, you decide you hate both spiderman and yourself.
pairing: lee jeno x reader
genre: superhero au, high school au, coming of age, best friends to strangers(ish) to lovers, fluff, ANGST, minor crack
warnings (for this chapter): language, violence, gun violence, the mafia, parental death, police presence, sexual references, bullying (ily san im sorry), the dreamies being dicks to each other, police corruption, towards the end jeno experiences something similar to sensory overload, americanized names, pop culture references, VERY jeno centric
song rec: we go up - nct dream // any song - zico // 21 questions - waterparks // talk (remix feat. megan thee stallion & yo gotti) - khalid // sunrise - ateez // i really like you - carly rae jepsen // dare - gorillaz // stray kids - the tortoise and the hare
word count: 10.5k
a/n: this is so late...... i blame attack on titan. but hey!! better late than never :] a huge thanks to @doderyscoffee for beta reading <3
main masterlist // story masterlist
chapter one: jeno and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week
Jeno despised Tuesdays. He was pretty sure that Tuesdays despised Jeno as well because all of his worst days just so happen to be Tuesdays. He was 96% sure that, if there was a god, his day off was on Tuesdays, or that the planets aligned in such a manner on Tuesdays that it caused universal despair and misery. If he was to take Donghyuck's word for it, his chakra attracted negative energy the most on Tuesdays.
When Jeno was 5, his goldfish Pippin had died on a Tuesday. When he had his ass handed to him on the playground by San Choi in the third grade, it was a Tuesday. And in the seventh grade, he'd failed his Spanish test, missed his bus and walked home in the rain only to find out that his Aunt Sunny was at work, he'd left his keys in his locker and that had to wait an hour before she got home to unlock it for him, all on a Tuesday.
And wouldn't you know it, here he was, late for the first day of senior year, which was, of all days, a godforsaken Tuesday.
In his eternal wisdom, he'd stayed up gaming with Renjun until two in the morning, and because of it, slept through his three alarms, one set at six-thirty, the other at 6:45, the last one at 7:00.
He'd woken up at 7:17, to the sound of his elderly neighbor's pet chihuahua barking at a pigeon, checked the time, immediately panicked, sped into the shower, gotten dressed in a haste, grabbed a few granola bars from the pantry, and ran out the door while trying to jam his backpack closed, and managed to catch the train at 7:40, which took about twenty minutes to get to his stop, plus a ten-minute walk to school, and class started at 8:10. Not to mention he’d have to stop by the office and pick up his schedule. At best, he’d be five minutes late to his first class. But tardies were tardies, regardless, and the last thing he needed was to lose his perfect attendance streak.
He fished out his phone while standing on the train, waiting for his stop, scrolling through Instagram, and liking random pictures. A ping! from his phone caught his attention, then two, then a third. He smiled softly when your name popped up on his screen.
[7:48 AM]
y/n: pssst
y/n: shithead
y/n: where r u ????
[7:49 AM]
y/n: i can sEE u online on ig u know
jeno: …… i'm on the train
jeno: woke up late
y/n: YOURE GONNA BE LATR
y/n: LATE*
y/n: ON THE FIRST DAY OF SENIOR YEAR
[7:50]
jeno: probably, yeah
jeno: it's the school district's fault, why would they make the first day of school on a fkn TUESDAY
y/n: ohhh yeahh its terrible tuesday
y/n: [sent an attachment!]
[7:51 AM]
jeno: SHUT UP
jeno: you're not funny >:(
jeno: how dare you laugh at my misfortune
y/n: au contraire im hilarious
jeno: meanie :(
jeno: im gonna be late i hate it here
jeno: it'll end up on my permanent record and i'm not gonna get into college and then i'm gonna die,,,
[7:52 AM]
y/n: sometimes ur worse than hyuck i swear
y/n: FIRST OF ALL permanent records dont even exist !!!!!! its propaganda duh
y/n: also ur literally never late
y/n: im sure o n e tardy wont do anything chill
y/n: dont be stupid youll be fine
Don’t be stupid. Too little, too late, he thought, already having got off the train at a previous stop. Now, he was looking for an unoccupied street or alleyway, which, for once, was easy, taking a deep breath before he did the exact opposite of what you’d told him not to do. Don’t be stupid.
The buildings are low, he thought to himself, it’ll be easier to see me.
Don’t be stupid.
Too late!
Thwip!
Jeno didn’t hesitate to use the web fluid to pull himself up onto the wall, climbing in a haste, before running and jumping onto the next building. He quickly built up a quick pace, using the web fluid occasionally to swing onto a building slightly out of jumping range.
Signs in English, Chinese, Korean, and Spanish flew past him as he seemingly flew over the Queens traffic, leaving Flushing behind and crossing quickly into College Point quicker than he would if he took the train. He glanced to his left and caught a view of the bay, and far across it, the LaGuardia airport watchtower.
Jeno had lived in New York City his entire life. He knew Queens like the back of his hand, knew every dingy alleyway, every sketchy street, which restaurants to avoid if you didn’t want to get food poisoning, which convenience store aunties were the nicest and didn’t pinch his cheeks too hard. It was his home, and most likely would be for the rest of his life.
But seeing it like this, flying past him below as he glided with ease from building to building would never cease to be a sight to him. It was like watching from the perspective of an outsider, seeing people in their cars, walking along the street gave him a brand new perspective. A Jeno’s eye view, he called it, since he was pretty sure he was the only one in New York City.
Another noise from his phone brought him back to reality. He shook his head, stopping briefly to catch his breath and fish out his phone briefly.
[7:57 AM]
y/n: let me know when u get here !!!
No time to respond, he put away the phone and continued his trek to school. He had less than ten minutes to get there. But he knew he was already at least five minutes away, much quicker than he would be if he had decided to stick to the train. He smiled a bit to himself, feeling ever so slightly smug.
The hustle and bustle of the city definitely proved challenging to find a place to land without many eyes, but he figured it out eventually, landing behind a dumpster in an alleyway behind a restaurant that he knew was about three or four blocks from the school. He figured it would be a lot better to take it on foot from here. The notebooks he was carrying in his backpack bounced up and down with every step he took.
After what seemed like forever, the gates to the school appeared in his view, and Jeno felt a joy in his heaving chest, something he would have never thought would happen upon seeing the absolute hellhole that was Samuel Morse High School.
[8:06 AM]
jeno: just did >:D
Picking up his schedule was both quick and insanely long. He couldn’t stop himself from tapping his left foot while the secretary found his schedule and handed it to him. “Kibum, please hurry,” He muttered, and Kibum raised an eyebrow at him, but his gaze was teasing. “That’s Mr. Kim to you, in school at least.”
He handed Jeno his schedule a few seconds later. “Tell your Aunt to come pick up her casserole dish, by the way. She left it at my house after my last viewing party.”
“The Bachelor?”
“Please. We’re too classy for that. Drag Race.”
“Ah. I see.”
“Jeno,” Kibum said, staring up at him from his desk, his gaze now much more serious, “Get to class. Happy first day of senior year.”
“Thanks, Mr. Kim.”
He managed to make it to chemistry class at 8:09 with seconds to spare. His eyes quickly scanned the room upon entering, hoping his friends were in the class with him. He caught a few familiar faces, most of which, like San Choi's, he wished to avoid. No one paid him any mind. Everyone was still speaking to the people next to them, no doubt exchanging stories of summer vacation.
A hand shot up towards the back, waving at him. A smile stretched across his face as he registered your face, feet not hesitating to carry him towards the empty seat next to you. His heart skipped a beat at seeing your smile, and he tried his best to ignore it.
“Hey,” You greeted, “That was fast. I thought you said you were gonna be late.”
Jeno shrugged, eyes landing on the dark shade of the lab table. “The train was a lot faster than I expected, apparently.”
You wrinkled your nose. “Why do you smell so bad?”
“I, uh… ran a little.”
You grimaced, and Jeno tried to casually sniff at his slightly sweaty clothes. It’s not that bad. “I still don’t understand why you won’t let me drive you to school. You’re literally next door.”
“I don’t know,” He answered, rolling his eyes, “Maybe it’s because when it comes to that truck, you are absolutely insane. You won’t even let me drink water in that thing.”
The truck in question, a faded red 1998 Chevrolet S-10, had been your gift to yourself for your 17th birthday. You’d spent two summers saving up to buy yourself a truck, and that was what you were able to get for what you had. To say it was a huge piece of junk on wheels was an understatement.
The thing smelled like mothballs no matter how many air fresheners you bought it, the engine sounded like an old man having a coughing fit, and there was a very suspicious stain in the backseat that wouldn’t go away no matter how many times you scrubbed it. But for some reason, you treated it like it was your own baby. The amount of times you’d yelled at Jaemin for trying to put his feet on the dashboard was too high to count.
You mirrored his movement, eyes rolling as you sighed. “At least let me drive you home after school today. Maybe you can stay and we can finally watch Blade Runner.”
You’d been trying to get him to watch the film for almost a month now, begging and pleading because you insisted that he’d love it. He offered an awkward stare, before opening his backpack and pulling out a notebook. “Can’t,” He mumbled, “I’m headed into Manhattan. I have my internship afterwards.”
“Oh, yeah,” You said nonchalantly, eyebrows shooting up as you remembered, “Park Industries.”
He was about to reply when Mrs. Baker, the chemistry teacher, finally entered. She’d been working at SMHS for 30 years and had never, apparently, been nice, if his Aunt Sunny’s stories were anything to go by. However, she had apparently always spoken as if she smoked two packs a day. She was rambling about the importance of making the most of senior year academically, adult responsibilities, college, and whatnot. You and Jeno exchanged glances often throughout the monologue, hoping it would end soon.
“Enough of that,” She said after what seemed like an eternity, “Everyone quiet down, I’m going to call roll.”
Names were quickly called, and Jeno was ready to pull out a pencil and start working with you until Mrs Baker demanded a switch in seats, beginning to call on random names in an effort to deter everyone from speaking.
"Please not with Choi, please not with Choi," Jeno muttered under his breath, glancing warily at San, who was staring ahead, looking bored.
San had had it out for Jeno ever since day one, in first grade. For some reason, everything Jeno did seemed to annoy the other boy. He wasn't funny enough, or too nerdy, or too quiet. Jeno was always too much or too little for him.
You touched his forearm, and he looked towards you.
“You’ll be fine,” You said softly, trying not to alert the teacher, “You’re not gonna get paired up with him, and you can take it to the office if you need to.”
“Yeah, because I’m sure Coach Peralta would be thrilled if someone tried to get his precious midfielder in trouble.”
“Choi, San,” Mrs Baker’s voice rang throughout the room, and Jeno braced himself for the worst, eyebrows furrowing with worry.
“You’ll be sitting with… L/N, Y/N.”
Jeno’s shoulders slumped, but your face remained impassive. You picked up your stuff, and pouted silently at Jeno in apology, before making your way to the front.
“Lee, Jeno,” Mrs Baker called a few minutes later, “You’ll be sitting with Jang, Yeeun.”
He breathed out a sigh of relief. Yeeun is nice, Jeno thought to himself, I could sit with Yeeun. She wasn’t part of his main friend group, but he had tutored her in math during sophomore year in exchange for her helping him with Spanish, and they’d been pretty friendly ever since.
“Hey,” Yeeun greeted as Jeno sat down, and Jeno smiled at her.
“Remember, these will be your assigned lab partners for the rest of the semester. No changes, no exceptions.” Mrs. Baker sat down at her desk, before beginning to talk about something Jeno didn’t really pay attention to.
You exchanged glances with Jeno, and he gave you a look of sympathy as you gestured at San with your eyes. San was talking to you about something—probably bragging about some soccer achievement—but you weren’t paying him much attention. Jeno swallowed something growing in his throat as he looked at how your hair looked today.
It was nothing relatively new, the same hairstyle you used on most days. But still, there was a bit of a shine to it. He wondered vaguely if you had changed your shampoo, the other day you’d been complaining about how itchy your normal shampoo made your scalp—
“You still haven’t told her about how you feel?” Yeeun asked quietly, and Jeno’s head snapped back to look at her, eyes wide.
“W-what? Me. Like Y/N…” He laughed nervously, trying to keep his voice down. He scratched the back of his head, avoiding Yeeun’s accusatory stare. “You’re hilarious, Yeeun. Tell another one.”
Yeeun shook her head. “You’d better hurry before someone else snatches her up, Jen. She’s not gonna wait around for you forever.”
“I don’t like her, Yeeun.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
“Hey! Jeno Lee!”
“Hey! Jaemin Na! What do you want!” Jeno answered as he sat down, mimicking Jaemin’s tone next to him.
“Well, for starters, a million dollars, and second, a date with Yiren Wang, but I doubt you can help me with either of those, so...”
Jeno glanced at the rest of the table. Along with Jaemin, Mark, Renjun, Donghyuck, and you were watching the interaction between the pair. “Where are the munchkins?” Jeno asked, noticing Chenle and Jisung’s absence. No one could really call them munchkins anymore. That nickname dated back to middle school, before the two underclassmen had gone through growth spurts.
“Eh, they should be here soon,” Renjun said, chewing on a french fry, “How’s your day been?”
“Pretty good so far, I guess. I got AP Calc with Mr. Washington later, though. That man wants me dead.”
You rolled your eyes. “He doesn’t want you dead. I’m telling you, you and Hyuck have been spending way too much time together. You’re being more dramatic than usual and Hyuck’s being more… weird than usual.”
“And just what is so weird about being enthusiastic about senior year, Y/N?” Donghyuck asked, shaking his head, “It’s our last year in this hellhole, I’m excited that we’re finally getting out of here. And besides—”
“Please don’t bring up the fact that you’re abandoning us next year.” Chenle seemingly appeared out of nowhere, sitting next to Renjun, Jisung following quickly behind him.
“Hi, Sungie,” You said with a smile, and Jisung smiled back. “Hi, Y/N.”
“What were you saying, Hyuck?” Jaemin looked at Donghyuck, who had taken the quick interaction as an opportunity to take a bite of his sandwich. His wide eyes darted to the slim boy, cheeks stuffed with chicken.
“Oh,” He replied after swallowing, “This is gonna be my year. I’m getting male lead for the winter musical and no one is gonna stop me.”
“Do you even know what musical you guys are doing yet?” Mark asked, “What if it’s like… Shrek?”
Jisung made a face. “There’s a Shrek musical?”
Mark nodded, and Renjun laughed.
“I don’t know about male lead, if it’s Shrek. You should try out for Donkey,” The Chinese boy joked, “With those front teeth, you’re a shoo-in.”
The entire table was silent for a moment, before snorts and chortles started pouring out from everyone except Donghyuck.
“Fuck you, Huang.”
Renjun flashed the friendliest smile he could muster. “Not if you paid me a million dollars.”
The subject remained on extracurriculars, everyone in your group except for Chenle and Jisung now wary of college applications. Donghyuck had been in theater ever since middle school, Renjun was in the robotics club and the debate team with Jaemin, who was also in the student council. Mark was on the math team with Jeno, and you had founded the film club.
"You're not gonna believe who asked to sign up for film," You huffed, looking kind of confused. The rest of the table looked at you expectantly, and you pursed your lips, almost as if you were trying not to laugh.
"San Choi."
Renjun scoffed. Jaemin raised his eyebrows before letting out a single, humorless laugh. Jeno made a face, poking his plastic fork at you.
"What is San Choi doing asking to sign up for film?"
"Fuck if I know. He said he needed one more extracurricular if he wanted to get into some college in Florida and he liked going to the movies, so he wanted to try out film."
Mark rolled his eyes. "I swear there's nothing in that guy's head but hot gas. It blows my mind."
"He's a dick," Chenle grumbled, "I'm still not over how he and Wooyoung taped Jisung to the flagpole last year."
Jisung scowled. "I thought we agreed to never bring that up again."
“Do you think they’ll finally calm the fuck down this year?” Jaemin wondered, looking wistful.
You took a sip of your coke and shook your head. “Doubt it. They’re not the hateful eight for a reason.”
The mood at the table turned tense, until Jaemin frowned at his french fries, before sighing and clapping his hands together dramatically. “I would like to hear,” He mused, “About the nuance that theatre gives the cinematic masterpiece that is Shrek when converted into musical form.”
Donghyuck beamed. “Oh, it’s amazing. You see…”
If it was difficult to get Donghyuck to stop talking in general, it was impossible when it was about theater.
The conversation continued on until the bell rang, and the eight of you had to go your separate ways. Jaemin and Jeno had the same class, so they both walked together down a relatively calm hallway. Jaemin looked both ways, before finally lowering his voice.
“So, you’re going to see Mr. Park today?”
Jeno nodded, looking down at his shoes. “He said he wanted to give me an assignment. Says there’s something big going on.”
Jaemin’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Did he say what kind of something?”
Jeno shook his head, pouting slightly. “I’ll let you know tomorrow.”
Once school was out, Jeno was getting ready to get onto the subway once again, this time heading towards Midtown. It was only day one and, as Jeno had predicted, Mr. Washington probably was out to get him, because he’d swamped the class with homework.
As he left the school, he spotted you in the parking lot, leaning against your car door, texting someone. He glanced at his phone. He still had plenty of time, he figured. He walked over to you, and when you looked up, you smiled.
“Hey!” Your voice had that signature tone of enthusiasm to it, and Jeno smiled back immediately.
“Hello,” He sing-songed. “So, I was thinking… are you free on Friday night?”
You looked somewhere above his head, furrowing your eyebrows before you perked up again and nodded. “Yep! Why?”
“I’m free after nine. Maybe then I could come over to your house? So I can finally get you to stop harassing me about Blade Runner.”
You grinned, pumping your fists enthusiastically. “Hell yes,” You answered, “Do you want me to get like, some frozen pizzas or something?”
“Pizza sounds good,” He said. “Who are you even waiting for?”
You made a face that made it seem as if you’d just gotten a whiff of rotten milk. “Well—”
Your response was interrupted when the school doors slammed open, and eight figures poured out, carrying themselves with confidence Jeno both envied and despised. He frowned, trying not to react at their loud whooping and laughing. The Hateful Eight.
“Oh.” Jeno averted his gaze, meeting your eyes again.
“Yeah. If you don’t hear from me later it’s because I jumped out of my truck because I don’t wanna work with—”
“Well, hello, gorgeous!” San’s voice filled the parking lot, and Jeno took a deep breath. Your mouth stretched into a tight-lipped smile at the unwanted ‘compliment’.
“Hey, San.” Your friendly passive aggressive tone almost made Jeno smile. “I’ve been waiting here for like, fifteen minutes. You could have just given me your number and asked me to send you pictures of my notes, you know.”
He shrugged, turning his body so that his back was turned to Jeno. “Sorry, babe. Coach wanted to talk to us about the upcoming season. When he gets going, it’s hard to get him to stop. And besides, where’s the fun in just asking for pictures when I could come here, talk to you, and take the pictures myself?”
You didn’t respond, but rather pulled out your backpack and began digging through it. When you pulled out your notebook, you handed it to San, who flashed a wink at you. You barely held back a gag.
“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll just be a minute.”
He walked over to the hood of your truck, and just as you were about to continue your conversation, two figures slung their arms around both of Jeno’s shoulders, causing him to flinch.
Out of the fifteen soccer players on the team, San and his best friends—seven of them, to be precise—were the worst. The others were pretty nice. But right now, seeing two of those seven surround your best friend made you uneasy.
Wooyoung was loud. He was also a temperamental brat. His dad owned three used car dealerships over in Brooklyn, so naturally, he thought he owned the entire world. He wasn’t someone who would get too physical in fights, like San, or Jongho, or Yeosang. But when he was angry, he could easily get you to jump into the stratosphere by yelling at you once. Over the years, he’d made several teaching assistants and substitute teachers cry, only getting let off with a slap on the wrist every time.
Yunho was terrifying for completely different reasons. He was friendly, but a little too friendly to the people he wanted to control. He could read people like books and could easily manipulate whoever he wanted. But he wasn’t afraid of getting physical either, especially not when he was built like a goddamn Power Rangers Megazord.
All in all, they definitely weren't anyone you wanted near you, near your friends. Especially considering how much they had it out for your friends.
"Hey, buddy," Yunho said, looking down at Jeno with a wide smile. "How was summer vacation?"
Jeno gnawed on the side of his cheek as he considered his answer. "Um, it was okay." He looked at you to catch your eyes darting between San, Yunho and Wooyoung, like you were analyzing the situation. "I kinda stayed in and played video games most of the t—"
"Cool, cool," Yunho answered, carding his free hand through his bleach blond hair. "What about you, Woo?"
"Oh, dude, it was so cool," He bragged, "I went to Brazil for like, a month. I went clubbing with Instagram models and shit, it was wild."
You stared at him as he patted Jeno on the back rather aggressively. "Where did you go? Have you ever even left New York?"
You knew the answer. Only a few times when the debate team went to compete in different states. Jeno spoke up again. "Well, yeah a few t—"
"Doubt it," Yunho scoffed. He craned his head back. "San, you done yet?"
"Almost!" San answered. Yunho turned to face you, and for some reason his smile seemed genuinely kind. “What about you, Y/N?”
You never understood why it was that the soccer team hated your entire friend group, but seemed to tolerate you. It made no sense.
So you shrugged. “Not a lot, I guess. Did my summer reading. Hung out with my friends.” You flashed a reassuring smile at Jeno. “Right, Jen?”
Immediately, he relaxed a little bit. “Yeah.”
San appeared from behind Yunho, Jeno and Wooyoung. “Thanks, Y/N. I owe you one.”
You waved your hand, wanting them to get rid of them quickly. “Don’t mention it. But next time, just text me for my notes. I have to get to work, so…”
“Oh! My bad,” He answered with fake remorse, before unlocking his phone and handing it over to you. “Here. For next time.”
You stifled a deep sigh, punching in the numbers hesitantly. “Just for homework, got it?”
San took his phone back, holding a hand over his heart and raised his head. “On a gentleman's honor,” He declared, and you bit back a laugh. Jeno looked like he was going to hurl.
“San!” The team captain—Hongjoong—called from a few feet away, “Are you guys done yet or what?”
“Coming!” San yelled back.
“Alright, we’ll let you go,” Wooyoung said, patting Jeno on the back again, a bit too harsh for comfort. “Bye, Y/N! See you around.”
The three of them stalked off, leaving you and a very frazzled Jeno. “Dicks,” You muttered once they were out of earshot. “You good?”
Jeno shook his head, waving his hand dismissively. “I’ll be fine.”
You tilted your head, frowning. “Jeno—”
“I gotta go,” He said quickly. “I’ll see you later?”
You nodded, offering a lopsided smile. “Yeah. Be careful!”
Jeno offered a deep bow, fluttering his eyelashes. “On a gentleman’s honor,” He sighed, adding a very bad British accent to it. You burst out laughing, eyes squeezing shut.
You didn’t catch the way Jeno’s shoulders relaxed at the sound.
I want you to know now
Baby, it could go down
I don’t wanna talk about it
Baby, let’s just go now
The train ride into Midtown didn’t take too long. He spent it digging through his backpack for his Park Industries lanyard, listening to music and thinking about you.
When you talk right to me
You gon’ have to do me
Every time you think you’re leaving
You running back to me
You’d met Jeno when you were six. Truth be told, he didn’t really remember. For him it was like you weren’t there at one point and by the time you were, you were thicker than thieves. It was a difficult time for him. He had just lost both of his parents, and was moving in with his Aunt Sunny and his Uncle Jinki, who were barely out of college at the time. He’d had to move to a new school and basically restart his entire life. You were the first sense of stability in his life for months.
Your mom lived next to his aunt and uncle. So naturally, you went to the same school and went on the same bus. And somewhere along the way, you two clicked. You’d introduced him to Renjun, Jaemin and Donghyuck. You were there to comfort him whenever he got pushed off the slide by San or Wooyoung.
He was there for you when your stepdad and stepbrother moved in when you were nine and you weren’t sure how to deal with it. He was there when your mom died when you were thirteen. He’d introduced you and your friends to Mark, Chenle and Jisung.
And you were there when his Uncle Jinki got killed when he was fifteen. And because fate had an especially cruel sense of irony, it had happened on a Tuesday. You didn’t know, but at the time, he had just gotten his powers. Your comfort and words unknowingly had a secondary effect: he made the decision to use them for good, and… well. The rest was history.
Can we just talk? Can we just talk?
Talk about where we're goin'
Before we get lost, lend me your thoughts
Can't get what we want without knowin'
Just like when he met you, he didn’t recall an exact moment where he realized he’d fallen in love with you. He knew there was a world where he loved you, but wasn’t in love with you. And he knew that there was a world here he’d fallen in love with you—he was living in that world now. He realized he was living in that world maybe when he was sixteen, and had been stuck in it ever since.
You were it for him. He’d had crushes before. But never something like this, where he was so aware of your presence around him. It wasn’t the way he was hyper aware of someone like San, or like Yunho or Jongho. It wasn’t out of anxiety or fear, where a shift in mood activated his fight or flight. He was aware of you in a way that only people who truly know each other do, where he could pick up on subtle changes in your behavior, but not out of fear. Rather, out of a desire to take care of you and to not have you worry about anything.
I've never felt like this before
I apologize if I'm movin' too far
Can we just talk? Can we just talk?
Figure out where we're goin'...
As the train rolled into the station that was a fifteen minute walk from Park Tower, Jeno put away his headphones and took a deep breath.
The “Jeno Tingle” as his Aunt Sunny called it—Jeno hated the term—had taken him a few years to gain control of. And while he could never truly turn it off, he could at least tune it out enough to be more at ease. The only time he did so was at school or when he was studying, just because he wanted to feel normal, and because being aware of everything going on around him really messed with his concentration.
Jaemin didn’t understand. “If I was able to tell whenever Seonghwa was behind me because he wanted to scare me into doing his chemistry homework, I’d never turn that shit off,” He’d said once. But truthfully, Jeno didn’t really care. Because while yes, he was still slightly scared of the “hateful eight”, he knew damn well that if things got to be too much, he could kick their asses if he wanted to.
It was his friends he worried about. He couldn’t be around them 24/7. You, not so much. He knew you knew how to fight. Even worse, he knew that San had the hots for you so you were off limits to the rest of them, be it bullying or flirting. But for everyone else… Well. He couldn’t hover over them like some guardian angel.
Now that the “Jeno Tingle” was on, it allowed him to sense everyone within a certain range around him. He could zero in on certain sounds with ease, and his reflexes became heightened. Halfway on his walk up Park Avenue, he jumped away from a chihuahua on its leash a second before it started barking at him.
When he entered the first floor lobby of the Park Building, he scoured the crowd of employees and visitors until he landed on one familiar face.
He'd met Doyoung about a year after his dad started dating your mom. Things between your parents were starting to get serious, and Doyoung was four years older than you were. When they moved into your house, Doyoung as your new stepbrother became the de facto chaperone and babysitter. If you wanted to go to the mall with Jeno, he had to take you. Every time you dragged Jeno to the movies, Doyoung had to go also.
To an extent, it wasn't that bad. Doyoung was cool, and he was smart—he was the one who got Jeno interested in computers and chemistry. He graduated high school at 16, and finished his bachelor's degree at 19. He'd also interned at Park Industries, and secured a job there almost immediately after college.
To an extent, he was the whole reason Mr. Park knew who he was, because of one incident. It was relatively soon after he started the whole vigilante thing. Jeno, still figuring out how to maneuver on the webs that shot out of his wrists, had accidentally crashed into your backyard late at night, when only Doyoung was awake. He was standing in the back door while he was waiting for his dog to finish peeing.
Initially, the older boy had freaked out, thinking that it was a burglar or something. When he yelled out that his dad was a cop and was asleep in the house, Jeno panicked, and pulled off his mask, holding up his hands.
“Woah, woahwoahwoah! Doyoung! It’s me, it’s me!”
Doyoung’s eyes had widened to the size of saucers, paying no mind to the dog as it sauntered up to Jeno, before turning onto its back in a request for belly rubs.
"You're the spider guy everyone's been talking about!?"
"Spider man," Jeno had answered, voice cracking as he dusted himself off. He cringed at the sound of his voice. "...and yes."
Of course, his cover was blown, and he'd begged Doyoung not to tell anyone, especially not you. And while Doyoung had promised not to tell you, it didn't stop him from telling his boss.
That had been almost three years ago now. The rest was history, and after that Jeno didn’t have to run around in bright red sweatpants and dollar store swimming goggles. Now, he had a nanotech suit that allowed him to activate protocols of the suit through voice commands using something top-secret Mr. Park called D.R.E.A.M technology. Direct Response Engaged As Machine—yeah, Jeno didn’t get it either.
Doyoung offered Jeno a smile as he escorted Jeno past security, showing them his employee clearance pass. "Hey. How have you been?"
Jeno shrugged, recounting his day in minor detail as he was led into an elevator labeled authorized personnel only.
This elevator only went up to the 35th floor, seeing as everything past that was only cleared for a certain list of people approved by Mr. Park and his security team, and everything past the 90th floor were Mr. Park's private living quarters.
Now, as Doyoung led him to another elevator to head up to the 85th floor, which was always where Jeno got to meet with Mr. Park—which wasn't often, maybe once or twice a year—he wondered where he would be if he hadn’t surprised Doyoung that night. He would probably still be using those ugly red sweatpants as part of his disguise.
"How's Y/N?" Doyoung asked.
"Oh, she seems okay. That guy who hates me keeps coming onto her though. He's a huge douchebag."
Doyoung frowned. "He's not harassing her, is he? Because if he is—"
"He just won't stop flirting, even though she clearly isn't interested," Jeno said bitterly, "He isn't physical or anything. Trust me, it wouldn't end well for him if he was."
Doyoung wasn't quite sure how to respond to the younger boy's dark tone. He looked down, clearing his throat awkwardly.
“So… how’s the apartment?” Jeno asked. Doyoung perked up instantly.
“Oh, now that Taeyong’s moved in and did his interior design thing, it looks great. He’s really done a great job at it.”
“When am I gonna meet this guy? He sounds cool.”
“He’s really cool,” Doyoung hummed, cheeks heating up. “Things are getting really serious.”
Jeno smiled at how flustered Doyoung, who was normally so level headed and calm, became at the mention of his boyfriend.
“You guys sound like a really good couple,” He said. Doyoung chuckled, waving his hand. “Oh, well—”
The elevator dinged, and Doyoung sighed. “I’ll tell you later. C’mon.”
The hallway it opened up to was lined with pictures of the company's history, starting from pictures of black and white of people in vintage clothing, to pictures in sepia tones to finally pictures of the current CEO at locations around the world: Chanyeol Park.
Jeno walked behind Doyoung as he led him down the hallway, before stopping in front of a door, and a friendly looking man in a suit.
Junmyeon was a part of Chanyeol’s Security and Intelligence team, and often sat in on these meetings with Jeno. The chain of contact also included him. If Jeno couldn’t contact Doyoung (which rarely happened), he’d contact Junmyeon. And if he couldn’t contact either of them, or it was an emergency, only then could he contact Chanyeol. So far, that had only happened once.
"Hey, Junmyeon," Doyoung said, "Mr. Park's 4:30 is here."
Junmyeon nodded, before smiling at Jeno and giving him a wave. "Hey, kid."
Jeno offered an awkward grin. "Hi, Mr. Kim."
Junmyeon rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Kid, you're making me feel ancient. I've told you a million times, just call me Junmyeon."
Jeno shuffled awkwardly, before nodding at the older man, watching as he pressed a button on his earpiece. "Hey, Yeol. Jeno's here."
The muffled response was barely heard, but Jeno automatically understood what Mr. Park said. Junmyeon turned to open the door, and let the pair inside. The “office”—if it could even be called that—opened up to more of a lounge, than anything. A wall of glass overlooked the Manhattan skyline, but Jeno knew that from the outside it looked only like a wall, due to camouflage technology developed by Mr. Park himself. As Doyoung and Junmyeon stayed back, closer to the door, Jeno took a few steps toward the man in question.
Chanyeol was standing a few feet in front of the glass window, working on a holographic model of a new piece of tech. His face was turned downward in a concentrated frown. He barely spared the teenager a glance as he said fondly, “Hey, kid.”
Jeno was used to this. Chanyeol wasn’t cold per se, but he wasn’t warm at all. He knew that Chanyeol cared about him, even if he didn’t really show it in a conventional way. Chanyeol was a very… eccentric man, so he had his own way of saying and doing things.
“Hi, Mr. Park. Um… you wanted to talk to me?”
“Yep! Needed some help from the friendly neighborhood Spiderman… A little birdie told me about something going on in Queens.”
“Queens?” Jeno asked, gripping the straps of his backpack. “You mean, other than the usual stuff?”
“Other than the usual stuff,” Chanyeol repeated, nodding. With a wave of his hand, the hologram disappeared, and another one appeared in its place. This time, instead of a 3D model, a few pictures and another, smaller 3D model appeared. Chanyeol turned to face him, frown deepening. He pointed at the model—a long, shiny oval-shaped purple stone. It reminded Jeno of an amethyst, but instead of turning white at the base, it turned to an iridescent jade tone. “You know what this is, right?”
Jeno nodded, remembering seeing the rocks all over the news when he was a kid. “That’s… that’s a Chitauri stone. From the invasion a few years back.”
Chanyeol nodded, standing up straight. “These stones have the potential to power weapons with no need to recharge, or change them out. They’re an infinite, extremely strong power source, Jeno, and in the wrong hands can be very dangerous.”
Jeno took a deep breath, feeling his stomach sink slowly. Chanyeol sighed. “Cleanup of the city after the invasion was long, and difficult, and obviously the government and the company weren’t able to get everything. It caused a black market to pop up. Now, the NYPD has been investigating it for years, but they have their limits… that’s where you come in.”
“M-me, Mr. Park?”
Chanyeol gave him a crooked, reassuring smile. He pointed at one of the pictures, which was of a man who most likely didn’t know he was photographed. He was walking somewhere, face looking angry and stern.
“You don’t know who this is, right?”
Jeno shook his head, and Chanyeol turned his head to nod at Junmyeon. “You’re up, tough guy.”
Junmyeon huffed, before walking up to Jeno. He put his hand on Jeno’s shoulder as if he could tell that he was growing anxious.
“Jeno, that’s Henry Duke. From what we understand on the intel team, he’s one of the cornerstones of the alien tech black market. He’s one of the top dogs. From what we understand, he likes to be present for all major negotiations that his group makes. A source of ours told us that there’s going to be a negotiation on Friday night not too far away from LaGuardia. We want you to go out there and just get a feel of what’s going on.”
“Just watch them, right?” Jeno looked at Junmyeon, who patted his back reassuringly. “Just watch. Don’t engage unless you absolutely have to.”
“You can do that, right?” Chanyeol said quietly, crossing his arms. “Because if not, then it’s totally—”
“Yeah, of course I can! Friday—shit, Friday. At what time are they supposed to be meeting up?”
Junmyeon furrowed his eyebrows, before answering, “Around eight or nine.”
Jeno bit his lip, thinking about the promise he’d made to you. It would just have to wait, he supposed. Chanyeol rarely asked anything this big of him.
“Alright,” Jeno agreed, “I’ll do it.”
Chanyeol grinned, clapping his hands together.
“Perfect.”
They discussed logistics briefly after. Doyoung would be on call with Jeno, his custom made suit allowing them to communicate, letting Doyoung see everything Jeno was seeing via a video feed coming from the ultra thin lenses placed in the white eye sockets of the mask. Doyoung would then report to Junmyeon, who would report to Chanyeol, who would probably report to the FBI. Jeno was only to engage if absolutely necessary.
After that, he set out on patrol. He usually found some discreet place to hide his backpack, and then went all over Queens looking for trouble, quite literally. Around five thirty, he stopped a robbery in Murray Hill. Then, around seven, he stopped a man from stealing a woman’s purse in Elmhurst. Nothing too much.
Around eight, he finally headed home, this time dressed normally, using the train and not web fluid. He walked home, tired, knowing that he’d immediately have to do that cursed AP calc homework. When he got home, he opened his backpack pocket to look for his keys, rummaging between his notebooks and other things.
Shuffling through his stuff, he furrowed his eyebrows as he couldn’t find them. Thinking back, he remembered this morning, when he’d left in a rush… and had very obviously left his keys on his desk.
“Shit,” He muttered to himself. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, remembering that Aunt Sunny had said she’d be working overtime tonight. He could very easily sneak in through his window, but he was pretty sure he’d locked it the night before, and it was too early. People’s lights were still on—anyone could see him if they just looked up, and then he would be screwed.
Huffing and zipping his backpack up, he marched up to your house, before ringing the doorbell. He shifted his weight back and forth, from his heels to the balls of his feet, until the door opened up. A familiar man with a face just like Doyoung's, but older, with graying hair and arms scarred and muscled from years of working on the police force stood in the doorway.
“Jeno?” Your dad offered him a warm smile. “Hey, kiddo, what’s up?”
“Hi, Mr. Kim,” Jeno said, smiling back. He shifted nervously. “I, um… I left my keys in my room this morning, and my aunt’s working late, so… could I… maybe wait here? Y/N’s home, right?”
The man nodded. “Of course, of course. Come in!”
Your dad had always been super friendly, even from the day Jeno had first met him. You'd told Jeno once that he was the only real father figure you'd ever had. Once everything settled after him and your mom got married, you started calling him dad altogether. And since you and Jeno were practically glued at the hip, he got along with your dad almost as well as you did.
“Okay.” Jeno stepped in and set down his backpack at the base of the coat rack next to the door, as he’d done a million times before. Jeno stepped into the living room, and sat down on the couch. He folded his hands in his lap and looked up at your dad.
"I think Y/N's in the shower, but she should be done soon. You can just wait here if you want… have you eaten anything yet?”
“Uh, I had a granola bar on the train, but that’s it.”
“We have some leftover pasta here, if you want—”
“Thanks, Mr. Kim, really! I’m fine.”
Your dad nodded, sitting down on his recliner. “So, have you started your college list, yet? Y/N said you wanted to stay here in New York.”
Jeno nodded, pushing some hair out of his face. “Well, yeah. It would make things a lot easier, I think. I might want to apply to NYU, but I think I’ll just go to community college, or something.”
Your dad shook his head. “You’re a pretty smart kid, Jeno. I think you could get into Columbia if you set out to. Plus, Chanyeol Park doesn’t give out internships to anybody. That’s your secret weapon.”
Jeno smiled. “Well, you’ve got a point.”
Your dad gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder. “Come on, trying won’t hurt!” Your dad made a face, and then rubbed his knuckles. “Have you been working out? Those muscles weren’t there the last time I did that.”
Jeno laughed, trying to think of an excuse. “Oh, a little bit? The house needed some fixing up over the summer, and I wanted to help Aunt Sunny, so…”
“Jeno?”
He turned immediately, eyes landing on you at the base of the staircase. You’d changed into an old t-shirt and pajama pants. Your hair was slightly damp. “What are you doing here?” You asked, with a curious smile.
His shoulders slumped, and he grinned sheepishly. “Terrible Tuesday strikes again. I forgot my keys.”
You grimaced. “Brutal, dude. You wanna come up?” Your eyes moved to your dad. “Or am I interrupting guy time?”
“Oh, definitely,” Jeno answered, playing along. He took a cocky tone as he rested his hands on the back of his neck. “Your dad was just telling me about how much the NYPD needs me.”
You stifled a laugh. You dad seemed to be holding back a laugh too. "Hey, you're joking, but if you keep working out like that, and if by some impossible chance, the college thing doesn't work out… We might just be able to catch Spiderman if we finally got some brain cells on the force."
"Ugh, dad," You groaned, unaware of Jeno's gut twisting, "Not again."
"Yeah, Mr. Kim," Jeno said, scratching the back of his head, "He's not that bad."
Your dad shook his head. "Look, I don't hate the guy. In all honesty, crime rates have dropped since he started doing his thing. But he thinks he's above the law, and his methods can be a bit… unorthodox sometimes. He’s been undermining us for years and his tech is state of the art. Makes me wonder about what we should do to modernize the force."
Jeno looked downward, wondering what would happen if your dad knew the truth.
"Well, I guess we may just never find out. Jeno'd make a horrible cop. He couldn't hurt a fly if you paid him a million dollars."
But you came to the rescue as you grabbed his backpack, and soon enough he was up the stairs with you, heading into your bedroom, laughing to yourselves when you heard your dad jokingly call out, "Fifteen inch distance, you two! Door stays open!"
He sat on your desk chair while you lay on your bed, limbs splaying out.
"So you left your keys."
Jeno groaned. "Don't remind me. I was in such a rush to leave, that I… I forgot. I'm so stupid."
You rolled your eyes, rolling over onto your stomach to look at him. "You're not stupid, Jen. You made an honest mistake because you were in a hurry."
Standing up, you walked over to him and leaned against the desk. "Seriously, Jeno. What's gotten into you, lately? You freak out about every little thing. It's starting to worry me."
Jeno shook his head. "I don't know," He admitted. "I think I'm just scared about how after this year, everything changes. Renjun’s headed upstate. Jaemin’s going to Boston. You want to go to LA. I think Hyuck and I are the only ones who want to stay here. I just… I don't want things to change."
Your expression turned sad as he continued. "Everyone is expecting great things from me. You're smart, Jeno. You can get into an Ivy. Or, you have a Park internship, you'll be fine. What if I don't want things to be fine? What if I want them to just stay the same?"
You stayed silent for a few moments, trying to think of what to say. Jeno was relatively level headed for someone your age, but even he had moments of doubt and panic. It made moments like these difficult. You sighed before grabbing him by the hand. Wordlessly, you tugged him over to the bed, sitting him down and leaning your head on his shoulder. He could feel the dampness in your hair seeping slowly into his shirt.
"I guess I understand what you mean," You mumbled, trying to reason with him, "But come on. You wouldn't really want everything to stay the same. You can't tell me you want to keep getting AP calc homework. And I definitely doubt that you'd want to have your ass kicked by San for the rest of your life."
Jeno looked at the floor. "You're right. But you know that's not what I mean—"
"I know," You huffed, "I'm just saying. Change… it's inevitable. The longer you fight it, the harder it is."
Jeno nodded. "This sucks."
"It does," You agreed, taking his hand in yours. "But at least we have each other's backs, y'know?"
Something of a smile appeared on his face. You were so close to him, leaning on him, stroking his knuckles with your thumb. He hoped you couldn't hear his heart pounding in his chest.
"We really do, huh?" His voice turned quiet, with a bit of a sleepy lull to it. He allowed his head to rest on yours. "You're so comfortable. Can I like, use you as a pillow for the rest of my life?"
You giggled. "I'll consider it on two conditions."
"Oh, you'll consider. How generous of you."
"Yes, I'll consider. Now, do you wanna hear my terms or not?"
Jeno raised an eyebrow. "Go ahead," He said, before putting on his best Marlon Brando voice, "Make me an offer I can't refuse."
Snorting, you lifted your head off of his. "Okay. One, you finish your calculus homework here before Sunny gets home."
He pursed his lips. "Okay, I could probably do that. What's the other one?"
"Let me drive you to school for the rest of the year."
Jeno stared at you, and you nodded, eyes wide. "Trust me, Jen. You wouldn't need to wake up so early! And plus, you can't text the guy manning the subway asking him to give you five minutes because you need to find your keys."
Jeno gnawed on the inside of his cheek. You did have a point, and to be honest, he could probably refrain from putting his feet up on your dashboard.
"Deal."
You grinned. "Awesome," You answered, before nodding towards his backpack. "Now get to work, Einstein."
The rest of the week wasn't that bad. Yes, you were absolutely batshit insane about your truck in the morning, but he soon realized he didn't really mind. Not when it allowed you both to spend some twenty extra minutes together in the mornings, and they were spent joking around and listening to your extremely varied playlist.
On the other hand, he was saddled with more and more homework, greater and greater expectations. The looming threat of Friday's mission rolled around, and it made Jeno feel like time was passing much too slowly but also way too quickly. There was so much on his mind. He had chemistry with you on Thursdays in the afternoon, which also meant that San was there. Which also meant that sometimes, his heightened senses would pick up on San dropping a tacky pick up line which made Jeno want to punch him in the jaw.
Finally, finally, Friday afternoon rolled around. As he bid you goodbye and promised to see you later, he tried to ignore the feeling in his stomach. The feeling that something was about to go very, very wrong. He went out on patrol, ready for Doyoung to set up the call and tell him where he needed to go. It didn’t help that there wasn’t a lot for him to do that day. Crime had seemed to slow down altogether.
When the time finally came, and the sun was beginning to set, Doyoung rang in at about 7, telling him the location. An old warehouse near LaGuardia airport, hidden from prying eyes. Jeno made his way to the place, avoiding security cameras Doyoung warned him about, and found a place to hide. There was a hole in the warehouse roof, which allowed him to peer right into the building without being seen. It was about thirty feet from the ground.
“Why is it always old, abandoned warehouses?” Jeno grumbled. He heard Doyoung laugh quietly.
“Beats me,” Doyoung sighed.
And so they waited. Jeno wondered vaguely if you were still working. He wasn’t sure. They made time talking quietly, until a black SUV rolled into the warehouse. “Woah, Doyoung,” He murmured, “Hold up.”
Jeno leaned forward, but quickly realized he probably wouldn’t be able to hear what was being said. “D.R.E.A.M, activate Heightened Intelligence Protocol.”
Activating Heightened Intelligence Protocol.
The protocol allowed Jeno to use the lenses over his eyes to zoom in on specific targets, as well as use a microphone embedded in the suit to pick up audio from far away and feed it directly into his ears.
He watched as three figures got out of the car, a fourth remaining in the driver’s seat. The trio stood in front of the car, and Jeno recognized the man in the middle as the man Junmyeon had been talking about.
“Alright, there’s Henry Duke,” He said, “The one in the middle.”
“Got it,” Doyoung replied, sounding satisfied. “Now all we have to do is wait for the other party.”
“Did Junmyeon’s sources say anything about who it would be?”
“No. They weren’t able to find that out. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”
Jeno’s eyes never left the man. “Do you think it’s something international?”
Doyoung sighed. “I’m not sure. If it is international, then you need to be even more careful.”
“Got it. I think—Wait, here they come.”
A second vehicle, this one another black SUV, rolled up not too far away from the first car. The lights turned off and the engine sputtered to a stop, and four men stepped out of the vehicle.
Jeno’s stomach dropped, and of its own accord, his mouth let loose a quiet, “What the fuck,” as he registered the person leading them.
“What?” Doyoung asked, before realizing what—who—he was looking at. “...Is that my dad?”
“I think it is,” Jeno whispered, fingertips suddenly numb. Who was he kidding? They both knew who it was.
“So,” One of the men next to your dad said, “You show us yours, we’ll show you ours?”
Henry Duke clapped his hands together with an impish grin. “I suppose. Reagan, get the case.”
One of the two men standing beside him started off toward the trunk of the car. “It caught me off guard when I heard that the force wanted to purchase these. Almost made me wonder if this was your attempt at a sting operation.”
“What made you change your mind?” Your dad asked. Jeno swallowed at how cold he sounded. This wasn’t your dad, and it didn’t seem like Officer Kim either. This was someone Jeno had never met before.
“Honestly, Kim?” Duke raised an eyebrow, shrugging. “It was you. Your cooperativeness and willing to feed us information, as well as your… insurance agreement. And besides, you made a very interesting point when you said that the Avengers Initiative and Park’s alum Spiderman is ruining the way the law operates around here. That type of bitterness… hard to fake.”
Your dad huffed. “We’re fucking tired of it.”
The man leaning against the car your dad had stepped out of scoffed. “If this helps us catch the little asshole, then so be it.”
Jeno frowned. “I’m not little—”
“Jeno, shut up!” Doyoung snapped.
“—Alright, then.” The man holding the briefcase—Reagan—clicked it open, as if it were a prize reveal on The Price is Right. Five guns, all modified to hold glowing Chitauri stones were placed carefully together side by side.
“You know the basics. No radiation. Keep it away from security scanners and x-rays. They will blow up. And second of all, these are at half the price, along with the promise from the chief of police that my business won’t be touched, and will only be distributed to officers in on the operation and have agreed to turn off their body cameras when they decide to use these weapons. Should this not be a sting operation, we’ll be back here to negotiate.”
Jeno leaned forward, watching anxiously.
“Yes, sir,” Your dad answered, nodding. “We have the money here.”
“Hand it over, then.”
That was when Jeno made his mistake. He leaned forward too much, and proceeded to fall right through the hole, bringing down some scraps of the roof with him. As he tumbled through the air, the zoom on his lenses caused him to grow dizzy as he had no idea what he was looking at. He caught himself before he could fall, clumsily commanding D.R.E.A.M to go back to turn off the current protocol. His vision returned to normal, and he swung up onto a rafter holding the warehouse up.
“So, we have company.” Duke didn’t sound as amused as he had before. His face turned into a sneer. “Get him.”
In less than a second, before Jeno could say anything, five guns were pointed directly at him. He managed to swing away before any bullets could hit him.
“Jeno, get out of there now,” Doyoung ordered.
“What about the guns?” Jeno asked, swinging to another rafter. “They know I’m here, I might as well get them before I go—”
“No! Jeno, listen to what I’m telling you. You’ve done more than enough, and you need to let it g—”
Your dad aimed, and a bullet fired right at Jeno’s chest. For a second, he forgot that the chest area of the suit was lined with bulletproof material. While it didn’t shoot into his chest, it ricocheted right off him, and since he was in motion, it somehow caused the bullet to bounce back in the direction in which it came.
The wind was knocked out of Jeno, but it was nothing compared to watching the bullet land in the middle of your father’s chest. On the other line, he heard Doyoung yell, followed by the sound of something falling. And then, as he made his way back towards the hole he’d fallen out of, he couldn’t rip his eyes away from the body as it crumpled to the ground.
The others around him scrambled to get back into their respective cars. Jeno was back on the roof now, trying not to hyperventilate. “I’m sorry,” He gasped, “Do—Doyoung, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t want to—”
“Jeno, you need to get out of there, now,” Doyoung said, voice raspy. “GO!”
So he did, and Doyoung cut off the call once he was out of the vicinity. Jeno didn’t blame him. He swung across buildings, feeling numb as he looked for the apartment complex roof where he’d decided to hide his backpack.
When he finally did, he changed in a hurry, before slumping against the wall and forcing himself to take deep breaths.
Doyoung’s dad—your dad—was dead. And it was all his fault.
He cried on the way down the staircase. He cried on his way to the subway. The entire time, he ignored people’s stares. Suddenly everything was too loud, and if he met someone in the eyes he’d just about break down in the middle of the station.
As he got onto the train, Jeno thought about all of the things your dad had done for you, and for Jeno. All the times he'd taken you both to Coney Island in the summer when you were younger. The year Pokemon Go came out he took the both of you driving around in his car so you and Jeno could catch as many Pokemon as you could.
He’d formally adopted you when you were thirteen. You were his daughter in nearly every sense of the word, regardless of blood. And now he was dead, because of a stupid mistake that Jeno had made.
What would you say if you knew? He didn’t want to know. Checking the time on his phone, he saw he’d gotten a message from you just three minutes ago.
[8:36 PM]
y/n: lemme know when ur outside!! :)
“Fuck,” He murmured, wiping his eyes. He knew he needed to stop crying before he got to your house, and he had about ten minutes before he got to his stop, and then another five minute walk to the neighborhood. He focused on taking deep breaths and taking long swigs from his water bottle in the meantime, trying to tune out the sound of other people talking and the sound of the train on the rails.
The walk was the longest five minute walk he’d ever taken. The flashing lights of convenience stores did nothing to calm him down. As the stores in his peripheral vision began transitioning into suburban homes, he felt his heart speed up again. The constant movement as he walked meant he missed his phone vibrating in his backpack as you rang his number.
After what seemed like an eternity, two familiar houses came into his line of vision, and his shoulders slumped as he spotted you on your porch, looking small and teary, curled up into a little ball. In one hand, you were clutching your phone.
His stomach twisted as he put on a confused tone, even though he knew damn well that you knew. “...Y/N?”
You stood up, running to him and burying yourself into his chest, crumpling into his arms. You would have fell over if Jeno hadn’t held both of you up.
“Jeno,” You sobbed, “You’re n-not go-onna believe it.”
He brought a hand up to caress your hair, holding back tears of his own as he asked a question he already knew the answer to.
“Y/N, what happened?”
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Room 19 ll 02
ship: Harry Potter x female!Reader
read part one here
summary: they finally meet the mysterious wizards after getting to know each other better that same morning
author: your bestie Jane Jack, also known as JJ
word count: 1760 (it is a bit shorter this time)
a/n: i am so so so happy some of you liked the first part so i will continue with this story. i wasnt on call this time so no news from my bff, sorry, ill ask them for a cool quote for next time though!
“Thank you, darling. We’ll take the seats in the corner. Could you bring us two coffees and,” Potter turned to look at you and raised his eyebrows “one croissant?” You nodded shyly.
“That would be 13£, but I’ll only charge you 10, the croissant is on me,” the woman taking your order smiled. “Since you have such a pretty girlfriend” she winked.
Your cheeks flushed red as Potter pulled your waist impossibly closer to him. “I know, right?” he chuckles.
The walk to the cafe was silent, but it felt different than the trip you two had the other day. There was no need to talk. In fact, you felt as though the moment you would open your mouth you would say something stupid about what happened last night, like apologizing for taking up so much space or doing something so unprofessional. But you did not want to apologize, because you had never felt less sorry for something. There was this weird energy between the two of you. You craved the feeling of being close to him again.
The table Potter chose was very strategic. The predictable head of the group of wizards and witches who called themselves the Forsakens would choose the grandiose table in the middle of the cafe. So the corner was a shadowed place where you would not have been recognized while you could very easily observe the others.
Still, benefits are tied to come with cons and so you were forced to cuddle into each other once again on a small leather couch. His hand did not leave your waist even as you sat down. It was hard not to notice such details, like how he could not keep eye contact for long when you spoke, how your hands brushed together when you both leaned over the table to take a sip of your hot coffee. You blamed it all on the weird situation you were in. In any other circumstances, he would not have been behaving like this, for sure.
“Hey, Potter. Could I ask you something?”
“You know you don’t have to call me Potter, right?” he smiled.
“We are work colleagues,” you said, but you wished you didn’t. Because you knew very well that saying things out loud only makes them more real.
“Yeah, but I don’t call you y/ln. I never heard you say you don’t like it when I call you y/n.” You did like it, it made you feel welcomed whenever talking to him, which until this morning was very rare. But you were not going to tell him that and feed his ego even more.
“It’s acceptable, but mind you, you are on thin ice,” you pointed a finger at him and his hand shifted softly on your waist as he laughed.
“It would be acceptable for you to call me Harry too, you know? I mean, we are supposed to be dating after all. For the mission.”
“For the mission” you agreed
“So you will call me Harry?”
“I will,” you promised. The gesture of reassurance alone made his head float.
While waiting for the Forsakens to appear you found out a lot about Harry. Many things surprised you. The papers always lie to make everything more attractive to their readers, but they also leave out the small details. Like how Harry still has panic attacks, even long after the war. How he always has nightmares about all the people he cared about.
“I feel sorry knowing this now,” you tried to empathize but it wasn’t going that well. You had never been part of war before.
“You don’t have to be. Not today, at least. I had quite a pleasant dream last night.”
“Oh, did you? And what was it about then?”
"Someone hugged me. I think it was a woman; I’m not sure. I didn’t get to see her face.”
“Is that all you remember?” you persisted. It broke your heart to know that this was his idea of a good dream: nothing extraordinary, but the most mundane form of comfort.
“Yeah, that’s all. What I know is that she was there in the beginning. It felt like she always had been” his eyes were distant as he talked. “She left me, and I was once again alone.”
And it was then that it all made sense to you. He was nice to you now because there were no nightmares to haunt him through the day.
You turned to face him and got really close to his face. “I’m so sorry. For being so shitty with you the other day,” you whispered. “It was just the stress from work.”
“I know.” he smiled. “It’s alright. I let myself get carried away too. We need to cooperate for the mission.”
“So does that mean that our little argument and Ben Nelson stepping in will not be included in the letter to the Minister for Magic?” you raised your eyebrows.
“Oh I totally am not telling Hermione any of that.” he laughed. “No, that will stay between us.”
It was around 11 am that you spotted some oddly dressed people enter the already busy cafe. In the lead was a tall woman who wore black heels and a long red satin dress with robes of a darker shade draped over her shoulders. Her face was covered by a long curtain of dark curly hair.
Just behind her were two other women, both slightly shorter. Those were dressed in the same way the first one was; the colors were the only thing that varied: their fair skin was adored by greens and purples.
The two men following them were both dressed in black suits that would not make them attract much attention if it weren’t for their companions.
The dark-skinned woman who was so obviously the one making decisions pointed to the big table in the middle of the cafe and her followers seated themselves. No words were spoken as she left them and entered a door the waitress once had.
“These must be them. They fit the description perfectly,” you mumbled and Harry nodded beside you.
“The head’s name is Anika. She has connections to the waitress as her mom’s sister. Anika is muggle-born. She never told her aunt that she’s a witch but she and her gang are allowed to gather here sometimes.” Harry said in a monotone voice. What a good professor he would have been.
“I read the instructions, Harry” you rolled your eyes at him. He smiled when he heard his name come from your lips.
“‘M just making sure, y/n.”
Anika returned quite quickly and she sat down on the side with the men, facing the other women. She took out a leather notebook from her robes and put it in the middle of the table.
“Does anyone know why it’s still here?” you could faintly hear her cold voice. Everyone else around her shook their heads.
“Heajin and I did our part.” the woman dressed in purple said defensively.
“So did Aaron and I,” one of the men on Anika’s right said more calmly, almost like he was trying to prove a point.
“I don’t care about what any of you did,” she looked them one by one in the eye. “I don’t want to hear you brag about how hard the task was for you, Aaron and Heajin. You two have always found everything challenging. I would normally be more forgiving, congratulate you even. But I can’t as long as this piece of absolute rubbish hasn’t dissolved.” Anika pointed to the notebook. “Understood?” she hit the table with her palm. The others did not flinch.
All of them nodded angrily, got up, and left the cafe in a rush. But it seemed as though their boss was not done talking yet. She scoffed, annoyed at the others’ behaviors, and vanished through the door after them.
Whatever you were expecting to happen today, was not this. The short discussion you had just overheard from your corner only brought more confusion. You had expected them to be a group of foolish wizards who want to rebel. But you had never expected them to be talking about real tasks. Rethinking everything now, you came to the conclusion that the situation was serious if Hermione Granger-Weasley sent her best two Aurors (and those had been her words) on a mission personally. She considered Ron one of the best too of course, but she would never risk his life if she could help.
It would make no sense for you to follow them. They would be back here the next day. Harry took out his wallet and put 15 pounds next to his cup on the table. He intertwined your fingers with his and got up as well. “Let’s go, love,” he said loudly enough, announcing that you were leaving now too.
Harry didn’t bother to look back at the cafe but you turned your head last second to see if anyone had a weird reaction to what had just happened. And you saw it sitting there. The small leather notebook was left in the middle of the table. No one seemed to take notice of the piece of rubbish being left behind. You squeezed Harry’s hand and he stopped just as he wanted to open the door and leave. You dragged him over to the table to make it less obvious.
“Look, babe, I told you there was a stain on the tablecloth on this one,” you said sweeping your hand over it and clenched your hand around the notebook. “It’s better that we sat over there.” Harry squeezed the hand that was still in his. He got your message.
You were panting hard as you threw the hotel door open. It was quite the work-out you got from running back here. Harry was behind you, locking it right back shut. You ran to the window and pushed it hard. Your whistle could be heard for miles probably. There was no time left to worry over your owl’s whereabouts as she was there in less than a minute.
She landed on your shoulder and bit your ear softly. “Good girl, Idiv.” you petted her grey head.
“y/n.” he shouted your name. “y/n, come here please!”
“What?” you turned around.
“We need to let Hermione know everything. As soon as possible. Get a quill ready.” he rushed you.
“Shouldn’t we read the notebook first?”
“Oh sure we will but we better start writing already and send Idiv on her way to the Ministry.”
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