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❝ 10 things i know about you ❞ l.jn

synopsis → there are ten important things you learn about lee jeno during your time in quarantine.

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sharing an apartment with lee jeno isn’t ideal.

it’s not that he’s a lousy roommate or that you disliked him in any way; you just didn’t know him. you had first met through a mutual friend. they knew jeno was looking for someone to split rent with and that you happened to need a place to stay. they promised you he would give you privacy and assured jeno you were excellent roommate material. with that, arrangements were made and soon enough you moved in together. of course, it was a bit awkward at first but you two eventually got used to each other’s presence. although you were never in the same room for too long and oftentimes went days without speaking, you coexisted.

for a long time, you only knew a couple things about your roommate. for example, you were aware of his strong love for cats, especially his pet calico, seol. you also knew he kept the freezer stocked with pizza rolls that he would use as energy when he stayed up all night playing video games.

what you didn’t know, however, was that you would be spending the next couple months locked in your apartment with him. on top of that, you would begin to learn more things about him—his life, his personality, his feelings.

there are ten important things you learn about lee jeno during your time in quarantine.

1. he’s a heavy sleeper.

at 10:28 in the morning you find yourself seated at the dining table in the kitchen, spooning froot loops into your mouth. as you stuff your face, you scroll through your phone for entertainment. you decide to open instagram first but you quickly find that to be a mistake. as soon as you open the app a picture of lucas and who you thought was his ex-girlfriend greets you. if that was bad, the caption hits you like a ton of bricks.

@lucas_xx444: should have never left you

in only five words, lucas has completely erased the months you spent dating. it meant nothing to him. sure, things hadn’t ended things the best way but going right back to his toxic ex and even admitting to missing her—now that was a new low. was this his way of getting back at you? his way of making you hurt just like he had throughout your entire relationship? the thought alone leaves you feeling sick.

you decide you’ve already had enough social media for one morning so you decide to check your messages instead. your friends usually left a couple of them overnight. to your surprise, you find that your main group chat has accumulated 241 messages.

[10:48 am] you: good morning i see u guys have been vry chatty

[10:49 am] yeji: ur finally awake!

[10:50 am] yuna: we thought u died lol

[10:50 am] lia: YUNA

[10:50 am] lia: NO

[10:51 am] ryujin: the timing for that joke could not be worse

[10:52 am] yuna: humor is my coping mechanism leave me alone

[10:52 am] you: ??? what happened

[10:53 am] chaeryeong: we left msgs for a reason dummy read them!!

[10:53 am] you: umm there’s over 200 and im not abouta read all that

[10:54 am] yuna: well then lemme break it down

[10:54 am] yuna: the world is ending :)

[10:55 am] you: welp it was about time

[10:55 am] lia: why r u guys like this

[10:56 am] yeji: there’s been a covid-19 outbreak and it’s spreading like wildfire so the government issued a stay at home order :/

[10:57 am] you: omg WHAT

[10:57 am] ryujin: ikr it’s crazy we literally can’t go anywhere

[10:57 am] chaeryeong: and we can’t get boba today either ;( i was so looking forward to that

[10:58 am] ryujin: let’s pls take a moment of silence for all the current and future boba dates that will have to be cancelled

[10:59 am] yuna: no way am i gonna let some wannabe flu make me go boba-less i’m still going out >:(

[10:59 am] lia: ...ur joking right

[10:59 am] yeji: what color casket do u want yuna?

before the groupchat can distract you any further, you place your phone down on the table. you sit back in your chair and let the newly revealed information sink in.

you were stuck inside.

you sigh before standing to clean your dishes. as you’re scrubbing away at your bowl, you feel something brush against your leg. you smile, not even having to look down to know it was seol. the cat would often wander into your room or sleep next to you when you watched tv on the couch. in fact, you were pretty sure you spent more time with seol than his owner.

you gaze at jeno’s room. as always, the door is shut. you wonder if you should let him know what was happening. you two usually kept your distance but you figured that the circumstance you found yourself in was an exception. you quickly dry your hand and shuffle towards his room.

you knock once, quite softly. you assume he’s asleep so you try again, this time a little harder. still, no avail. the third time you put even more force into it. by this time, seol has found his way beside you and claws at the door.

“jeno?” you knock a fourth time. “jeno! lee jeno!”

after more shouting accompanied by incessant meowing, you hear some muffled movement. moments later the door knob twists open and there stands your roommate with disheveled hair and a robe that had obviously just been thrown on his body. seol has taken the open crack in the door as an invitation inside the bedroom.

jeno blinks a couple times as he watches the feline get himself comfortable on his bed. he turns back to you, looking slightly disoriented. you’re not sure if he’s half asleep or your sudden presence has thrown him for a loop. his voice comes out raspy when he asks, “was he, um, bothering you or something?”

you shake your head, vigorously. “that’s not why i came. it’s just that my friends told me that there’s been some kind of virus outbreak and we’re supposed to stay home. so, i thought i’d let you know.”

his face softens. “oh, cool.” suddenly, the look changes. “not the virus thing! that’s totally not cool. i meant, it’s cool that you let me know and stuff. you just saved me a huge freak out so, uh, thank you.”

you smile and nod. “no problem.”

jeno’s eyes linger as you retreat back into your room down the hall. the sound of his door shutting is heard only once you’re out of his eyesight.

2. he can cook better than you.

most of the time, you would go out to eat dinner with your friends in the evenings or at least stop by a drive thru. obviously, this was no longer possible in the midst of a pandemic. you found that to be incredibly frustrating as you sat on your bed, stomach empty. no matter how badly you wished to fix it, your laziness had gotten the best of you. apart from that, you already knew how unlucky you were when it came to cooking—the memory of burning noodles at lia’s house one night had been permanently seared into your brain.

you almost believe your mind is playing tricks on you when you catch a whiff of pasta in the air. for a moment you think it’s your next door neighbor, taeyong, cooking again. you knew he was quite the chef. but, the smell is getting stronger by the second and you decide it must be in your apartment.

you wander into the kitchen, only to find jeno standing over the stove. he’s stirring red sauce in a pot when he notices you watching him.

“oh, hey,” he greets with a polite wave.

you can only stare at the rest of the kitchen—pots, pans, and ingredients all over the place—in utter awe.

he chuckles, awkwardly. “yeah, sorry about the mess. i’ve been told i’m a decent cook but i can never seem to get the tidiness down.”

“no, it’s not that. this just all seems so... professional.” you sniff the air once more. “smells amazing, too.”

he smiles, sheepishly. “thanks. are you a fan of spaghetti?”

you nod.

“good. i wanted to make something you’d like.”

“you really didn’t have to,” you say, leaning against the fridge. “i mean, i’ve never done anything for you.”

he uncovers a pot to check on the pasta. you watch as hot steam rises out of it. “what about this morning?”

you can’t help but laugh. “that most certainly does not count. you’re making an entire meal. that takes a lot of effort.”

he waves a hand, dismissively. “i used to cook a lot with my old roommate, doyoung. the guy was an asian gordon ramsey, i swear. so, yeah, this is nothing too crazy. and i really do enjoy it.”

“well, i’m still gonna repay you.” you fold your arms.

he looks away from his dish to raise a brow. “is that so?”

you nod in confirmation. “definitely.”

“tell you what, if you wash the mountain of dishes that are gonna be left over, we’ll be even.”

you stare at the sink that’s already overflowing with dirty kitchen tools. that wasn’t even half of it. “uh, sure, sounds good.”

he laughs at hearing the uncertainty in your voice. “that’s the spirit.”

3. he’s allergic to cats.

the familiar sound of soft purring is what pulls you attention away from the movie playing on your laptop. already knowing exactly who it is, you launch yourself off your bed to allow your furry guest inside.

“hey seol. what’ve you been up to?”

the calico meows, almost as if he were responding to your question. you close your door and go back to your original position. you notice seol sitting directly in front of your bed, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“come on up.” you pat your sheets, invitingly.

he obeys and stretches before laying down beside you.

“have you ever watched ‘avengers’?” you ask, eyes going back to the explosive fight scene on the screen.

this time, seol doesn’t even bother humoring you with a meow. he stays silent with his head tucked into his paws.

you scratch his head and his tail wiggles. “i’ve gotta stop asking you questions.”

both you and seol’s heads snap towards the door when you hear a knock.

“come in!” you call out.

jeno swings open the door. his eyes briefly scan the room before landing on the furball on your bed. the unmistakable look of adoration shines in his eyes when he sees how lovingly you caress him.

“seol! what are you doing in here? bothering y/n?” the cat jumps off your bed and towards his owner standing in your doorway. jeno scoops him into his arms and faces you. “i’m so sorry. he saw me running a bath for him and bolted.”

“it’s all good. he’s a great movie buddy. besides, i could always use the company.”

jeno curiously glances at your computer screen. “is that ‘avengers’?”

“yep. i’ve seen it like a dozen times.”

“same here.“ he pauses. “hey, if you ever need a movie buddy—like you know, one that talks—just let me know.”

your face lights up. “i’m gonna hold you to that.”

”i hope so. well, if you’ll excuse me, i’ve gotta give this guy a bath.”

seol yowls as if he understands the meaning behind the words and attempts to escape jeno’s grip.

“here we go again,” he mumbles under his breath.

you snicker at the sight. “looks like you could use some help.”

“oh, no. it’s fine. he can just be a little bratty someti—seol!”

in the blink of an eye, the feline has successfully hopped out of his arms and made a run for it.

jeno gives you an exasperated look before rushing off to catch his runway pet. you find yourself caught up in the excitement so you follow him, the two of you now in pursuit of the calico. you’re sure the image of you both chasing the fluffy animal around the apartment looks like something straight out of a comedy. even you and jeno can’t contain your laughter when he finally catches seol only for him to slip out of his hold a second later. this exact situation repeats itself a couple times before you finally get lucky.

“i got him!” you screech. “jeno! oh my god! what do i do?”

“bathroom, bathroom, bathroom!” he chants in response.

you head in that direction with jeno trailing behind you, ready to catch seol if he somehow manages to get out of your death grip. you bend over the bathtub, slowly lowering the cat into the water. it’s clear he doesn’t have a problem with making a fuss as he wails and flails his limbs around.

after a while, he finally calms down enough that you can lather him in shampoo. jeno insists on scrubbing him, arguing that you had already done way too much. you sit back on your heels, observing the way the seol leans into his delicate touches.

“looks like he likes it now.”

“he likes to make a big deal but he ends up enjoying it every—“ jeno cuts himself off with a sneeze.

“tissue?” you offer.

he shakes his head. “that’s okay, thanks. i’m used to it. i’m just surprised my allergies haven’t acted up ‘til now.”

“allergies?” you echo.

“yeah, i’m allergic to—“ another sneeze. “cats.”

your eyes widen. “really? and you still have seol?”

“i could never get rid of him. he’s too good of a boy. isn’t—“ sneeze. “that right?” he tickles seol under his chin.

“wow. you must really love him.”

“so much.”

“he’s lucky to have you.”

“what about you? you get both of us. doesn’t that make you the luckiest?”

you snort. “i guess it does.”

4. he makes a good shopping buddy.

“i have officially cooked everything we have.”

“i can order some takeout, if you want?”

he juts his lower lip out and gives you puppy eyes. “but i like to cook for you.”

you laugh at his expression. “oh god, you look like that one pouty emoji people use when they try to be cute.”

he sits up. “did it work?”

you nod and pinch his cheek.

he yelps. “ah, stop! you’re acting like my grandma!” he manages to get out of your grasp. he rubs his face, soothing the spots you had squeezed. “seriously, though, we really do need to stock up on food.”

“i’ve already been looking into it.” you show him the screen of your phone. “says here you can still go shopping as long as you wear a mask and try to stay six feet away from other shoppers.”

he cringes. “i don’t know if i like the idea of being so close to so many people.”

“i can go by myself, then,” you suggest with a shrug.

he doesn’t hesitate to deny you. “no way are you going alone.” his possessive tone has you staring at him curiously so he adds, “you know, in case you can’t reach something on the top shelf.”

the teasing comment paired with his innocent smile makes you gasp in disbelief. “lee jeno! that’s low! and to think i almost thought you were worried about me.”

“who said i wasn’t?” he smiles at you again before standing up. “i’m going to find us some masks and then we can head out.”

once you arrive at your local grocery store, you find it to be packed. everyone seems to be in a hurry, grabbing things left and right.

“wow, it’s already gotten crazy,” jeno mumbles, stopping to stare at the flood of people that rush by.

you don’t hesitate to scold him. “well, don’t just stand there! we gotta get our stuff before there’s nothing left!”

without another word you slip into the frenzy of people. jeno struggles to stay behind you. after almost losing sight of you a couple times, he walks a little faster to catch up and places his arm firmly around your waist once he does. you look up at him, your mask covering your slightly agape mouth.

being the gentleman he is, he apologizes. “sorry but i don’t want us to get separated.”

you can only nod and mumble, “good idea.”

jeno pushes the shopping cart with his right hand and holds your figure with his left. once in a while, you’ll break apart from each other to grab an item you need but once it’s in the cart, he’ll make sure you end up in the same position. after an hour or so, you’ve grabbed enough and you decide it’s time to pay.

despite the mask she has on, you can tell the middle-aged woman behind the cash register has a big smile on her face once she catches sight of you and your roommate.

“well, just look at you two.” she sighs. “how cute.”

“oh.” you glance at her then jeno then her again. “oh, no. it’s not like that.”

you attempt to move yourself away from jeno only to find his grip to be so incredibly strong that you almost begin to think he’s trying to hold you in place. once you finally detach yourself from him, you begin loading your groceries onto the counter for the employee to scan. she does so, but not before giving you a displeased look.

“oh really? he holds you like that because you aren’t together?”

jeno assists her in placing the scanned items in bags. “i didn’t want to lose her.”

she pauses scanning a can of tuna to stare him down. “darling, that sounds like a line from a cheesy hallmark rom-com.”

you can’t help but chuckle. “what he means is that there’s a lot of people here and we didn’t want to get separated.”

jeno adds, “desperate times calls for desperate measures.”

the woman adjusts her glasses. “well, you do certainly seem desperate to have her close to you.”

jeno doesn’t say a word as he continues bagging but his smile reaches his eyes.

5. he works out.

why did the pandemic have to hit in the middle of summer?

you often asked yourself this, complaining about how inconvenient it was. especially on the days that made your apartment feel like it was on fire. the days that required a thin tank top and shorts. even then, you found yourself to be drenched in sweat.

you sprawled your arms and legs farther on the sofa, the leather material proving to be very uncomfortable. it was either that or your bed with the warm cotton sheets that stuck to your body. just thinking about it brings you discomfort. the only relief you could think of was a cold shower. you would have already taken one if jeno hadn’t been hogging the one bathroom in the apartment.

“jeno!” you yell.

silence; other than the sound of the water running.

“lee jeno!”

the water stops, temporarily for him to shout back an answer. “what?!”

you wipe at the sweat that has accumulated on the bridge of your nose. “hurry up! i’m melting!”

the water starts back up again and you groan. hoping to distract yourself, you pull out your phone. the group chat with your friends is surprisingly silent so you go to instagram for some entertainment. this time, your ex-boyfriend’s post isn’t the first thing you see. it takes you some scrolling but you do end up seeing another one of his pictures.

it’s simply two intertwined hands with a black and white filter. you identify the one on the left as his and although you aren’t as familiar with the one on the right, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who it belongs to. contrary to the last, this photo has no cheesy words for a caption, just a red heart.

but, your stomach doesn’t drop. you don’t feel hurt, either. obviously, you still don’t enjoy seeing him just because of all the awful memories that came with it but other than that, you feel unaffected by the image.

in fact, you feel so confident in yourself that you block him.

you’re surprised you hadn’t done it sooner. you had known you didn’t need him in your life any longer so why keep in contact? you feel like a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders when you press the red button that would keep him and his girlfriend out of your life. you knew with your whole heart that you didn’t need to see either of them.

before, a bit if you had felt the need to keep an eye on him. to see how he was handling the breakup and torture yourself with the fact that he didn’t seem to care. now, you could say you truly didn’t either. you didn’t need him or his stupid pictures. you had other, better things.

your friends.

your cat (yes, you considered seol to be yours).

your roommate.

you had to admit, jeno was the best thing on that list. quarantine had brought you and him significantly closer and you were over the moon about it. he was so wonderful that you kicked yourself for having lived with him for so long without ever really getting to know him. but it was easy to say you two were making up for lost time seeing as you spent every waking moment together. the record long showers jeno took being an exception, of course.

the moment the door to the bathroom opens, you rush into your room and quickly grab an oversized t-shirt and loose pajama pants to change into after your shower. you nearly drop them when you’re met with jeno’s soaking figure in the hallway.

his hair is damp and you can clearly see how long it had become. his skin looks healthy and moisturized, lotion among other skin care products had probably been applied. what really has you in a shock is the fact that the towel barely hangs below his waist. the droplets of water that fall from his hair and down his neck trail down his chest and toned torso towards the only area he has bothered to cover up. his bulky arms are also slightly wet, his veins popping noticeably. he shakes his head in an attempt to rid his hair of any water. then he runs his fingers through it, his muscles flexing ever so slightly as he does so.

“dude!” you exclaim, without a second thought. “you’re ripped!”

he smiles, his round cheeks growing at the unexpected praise. the way he could have such a rugged body but soft-featured face puzzled you to no extent. “thank you. i lift sometimes.”

“sometimes?” you repeat. “don’t be so humble! you’re basically hercules!”

he clicks his tongue. “ah, c’mon. i’m just an athletic person.”

you keep admiring his physique. “clearly.”

“oh god,” he groans, obviously flustered. “you’re looking at me like you’re gonna eat me or something.”

you hold yourself back from making a less than appropriate innuendo. “no comment.”

his eyebrows shoot up in disbelief. “quarantine is really making you go crazy.”

you point a finger at him. “you try being stuck inside with your hot roommate!”

“trust me, y/n, i know all about hot roommates.”

you tilt your head, acting purposefully oblivious. “are you talking about doyoung?”

“what? no i—“ he sighs. “you know what, just take your shower.”

6. you can’t say no to him.

jeno ruffles his black locks with his hand and frowns.

you give him a disappointed look. “knock it off, you’re gonna get dandruff in your soup.”

he ignores your comment. “i look like a hobo.”

you pause, spoon halfway to your mouth. “this i know.”

“y/n, this is serious!”

“okay, okay. what’s the issue?”

“i already told you! i’m a bum!”

“you? a bum?” you pause to think about it. “i mean, mentally? maybe. but physically? no.”

“my hair, though. it’s so long.” he grabs a strand of it and pulls it to emphasize his point.

you shrug. “if having lots of hair is the standard for being a bum, i think most of the population is.”

“i want to cut it,” he announces.

“you should,” you say, pointing your spoon at him. “wanna know why? because if you mess up, no one will ever know. other than me, of course. but if you pay me enough i’ll let you forget it.”

he smiles at the joke for a moment before he leans forward and his face goes serious. “will you help me?”

“what? no way. i’ll mess up. and it’s only funny if you do it.”

he pouts. “please?”

you stir your soup around. “just watch some youtube videos. after three, you’re automatically a professional.”

“i want you.”

the statement has your neck snapping up from your bowl to him. the smug grin on his face lets you know that he was well aware of the double meaning behind his words. it was clear he was trying to fluster you enough to get a yes.

“you think you’re flirty enough to straight up brainwash me into doing stuff?”

“well, i wanted to say that to you anyway but... kind of?”

you feel a smile creep onto your lips at hearing the genuine tone in his voice. you down your last few spoonfuls of soup and quickly stand up. jeno looks up at you, eyes hopeful.

“finish your dinner. get the scissors. meet me in the bathroom.”

not even ten minutes later, jeno practically dances into the bathroom, a pair of red craft scissors in his hand. he sits on top of the toilet lid, figuring that’d be the easiest way for you to reach him. you walk in moments later.

“i’m pretty sure we’re not supposed to be using these types of scissors for hair,” he mumbles as he hands you the sharp utensil.

you twirl them in your hand. “oh, definitely not. do you want to wait then?”

he shakes his head, his shaggy bangs swaying with the movement.

“alright, let’s get this going then.” you thread your hands through his thick locks to collect some of it in between two of your fingers. you bring the scissors forward and snip the small amount just to test the waters.

you slowly begin to get more comfortable and once you feel like you’re in your element, things begin to speed up. you move and cut faster but with efficiency. you do the spots on the back of his head and work your way forward. when it finally comes time to touch up his bangs, your small bathroom proves to be an inadequate spot to be doing this.

you end up standing balanced inches above jeno’s thighs that he’s pressed together tightly in an attempt to give you more room. you’re constantly readjusting your stance and when he notices, his hands go to your hips. you know he’s just trying to help you stay upright so you do a decent job but you still inhale sharply at the feeling of his hands on you.

not long after, you’re standing next to jeno as he inspects himself in the mirror. his fingers flick his newly shortened bangs around.

“not bad.” he tilts his head in a new angle and nods. “looks super good to me.”

you tuck the scissors into your back pocket with a relieved sigh. “oh thank god. i didn’t want to tell you before we started but i only watched two youtube tutorials on trimming hair.”

he runs a hand through his hair with a chuckle. “now that’s truly worthy of praise. and a tip.”

you raise a brow. “oh yeah? what’s th—“

he cuts you off by pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. he pulls back and drags his thumb over the skin that has come into contact with his lips. “thanks again.” with that, he leaves you standing in the bathroom, eyes wide and face warm.

7. he has six best friends.

“can i borrow your laptop?” asks jeno, from outside your door, nearly breathless.

you look up from your book. “uh yeah, sure.”

he rushes in your room and takes the item off of your dresser. “do you happen to have zoom on it?”

you shake your head and he groans. without another word, he disappears, running off into the living room. you hear his frustrated sighs as the minutes pass and he attempts to download the application. you finally decide to go check it out once it becomes too much to bear.

“it sounds like you’re in pain over here,” you comment.

he runs a hand through his hair. “i’m supposed to meet with my friends through a zoom call but it’s so complicated.”

you put a hand on your hip. “bet you five bucks i’ll be able to get it in five minutes.”

“are you kidding? i might be technologically challenged but i’m not stupid. i know you can do it fast, just help me out already, would you?”

“alright, grandpa.”

you type and click away at the screen, jeno watching you do so, entranced but equally as lost.

“well, i was wrong,” you say after a couple moments, leaning back in your chair.

“you couldn’t get it?” asks jeno, worriedly.

“no, it’s not that.” you click something on the screen and the app opens. “turns out i could do it in three.”

he rolls his eyes and shoos you out of the chair. he sits down and enters the code and password for the zoom meeting. it takes a minute, but he finally connects. you count six other people in the call. they all immediately cheer at seeing jeno and you hear them excitedly exclaim his name.

“hey guys,” he says, a smile already reaching his eyes. “it’s so good to see your faces.”

they all nod to agree. you get a good look at each one of them and realize they’re all boys. your eyes read over each of their display names.

mark me in ur heart

hyuckie~~~

moomin enthusiast

nananananana

chnele

lil huddy

“nice name, jeno,” ‘moomin enthusiast’ guy comments, snickering slightly. “glad to see you finally came to terms with it.”

‘jenojam’, his name reads. the rest of the group laughs, also teasing him about it. you assume it’s some kind of inside joke.

the self proclaimed ‘lil huddy’ furrows his eyebrows. “wait, did you choose that name yourself?”

jeno simply nods in response.

he glares into the camera. “donghyuck, you told me i had to put this as my name or else it wouldn’t let me connect!”

donghyuck—or ‘hyuckie~~~’, you presume—shrugs. “oops. guess i was wrong.”

you laugh at the humorous exchange. it seems like the sound has drawn some attention to you when ‘nananananana’ speaks up, eyes trained on you.

“um jeno? don’t you want to introduce your guest?”

jeno beams, dragging you closer into the frame. “i’m sure you all know about my roommate. say hi, y/n.”

you do so, waving and smiling politely at the group.

“you know, even though we used to always hang at jeno’s, i don’t think we’ve ever actually seen your face,” ‘chnele’ says, tilting his head.

you agree. “me neither. i’ve mostly just heard you guys.”

the ‘mark me in your heart’ boy sheepishly rubs his neck. “sorry. we tend to be a little loud.”

‘chnele’ lets out a high pitched screech of a laugh. “only a little?”

“i recognize that laugh!” you blurt. “i would hear it all the time!”

”that’s our little dolphin,” coos ‘hyuckie~~~’.

“oh god, stop. i hate that stupid nickname.”

“it’s well deserved.”

“i think you should apologize to y/n for being a nightmare to her eardrums.”

“and ours, for that matter.”

“what about all your little freestyles? i’ve had to sit through hundreds of them and i never got an apology!”

“because they’re not bad! could you do any better?”

“you’re a soundcloud rapper, i think anyone could.”

jeno turns to you as the bickering on screen gets louder and louder. “this is gonna be a long call.”

once the group has moved on from roasting the life out of each other, you’re able to engage in some good-natured conversation. jeno teaches you the names and the other basics about the group. some points that stand out about the group is that mark is the oldest, renjun specializes in contemporary dance, jaemin inhales six cups of coffee on the daily, and chenle is insanely rich.

“what about jeno?” you ask them. “anything i should know about him?”

“he’s allergic to cats but the idiot still adopted—“

“she already knows about that, renjun,” jeno chuckles.

“oh. well. that’s pretty much the only interesting thing about him.”

jisung pipes up. “oh wait! he works out religiously too!”

you and jeno share a look. you burst into laughter and he simply glances away, slightly embarrassed. “oh yeah, i know that all too well.”

“and what about the unhealthy cooking obsession?”

you nod at mark’s question. “that too. he cooks dinner almost every night around here.”

renjun purses his lips. “he already cooks for you? wow. he must really like you.”

“you think?” jaemin asks. “didn’t you read any of the messages in the group chat? he’s practically in love with her. his words, not mi—“

“okay! i think it’s time for us to go! bye guys!” jeno doesn’t even give you a chance to say your own goodbye before he’s clicking the ‘end call’ button in the bottom right corner.

you give him a confused look. “what was that all about?”

“they’re crazy.” he laughs. “well, if you need me i’ll be in my room screaming into my pillow for the next couple hours.” he dashes off leaving you standing alone, trying to comprehend what had happened.

8. he‘s a great listener.

jeno has officially replaced seol as your movie buddy, not that you have a problem with it. you thought it was nice to have someone you could actually converse with but of course, you make sure seol still sits in.

“what i’m saying is that iron man just wants to protect his team.”

“well, if they sign the accords, they basically surrender themselves to the government.”

“and?”

“you don’t see a problem with that? see, captain america knows what he’s doing. he’s literally an avenger—“

“so is iron man!”

“let me finish! so, he’s an avenger, right? he has the best judgment because he’s saved the world countless times. he knows how to operate his team and do the right thing.”

“okay but there’s casualties. and that’s what iron man is trying to fix.”

“how do you save the world and not have casualties?”

“you just—“ your phone rings mid argument and you raise your finger towards jeno. “this isn’t over.” you put the phone to your ear, not bothering to check the caller id. “hello?”

“sweetheart?”

you feel a chill go up your spine. was it him? no, it couldn’t be. you had blocked his number shortly after you did so on all your social media.

“baby, don’t be so shy. i know you’re there.”

you can’t hold back. “please don’t call me that.”

he chuckles, breathlessly. “oh, c’mon. you used to love it. you still do.”

“no, i don’t. actually, i don’t want to hear your stupid pet names or stupid voice or see any of your stupid posts. just go bother your girlfriend and leave me alone.”

you notice jeno perk up beside you out of the corner of your eye. he must have been caught off guard by your irritated tone.

as always, lucas is unaffected by you. “i’m being nice and giving you a second chance. i even called you behind soyeon’s back.”

“is that something i’m supposed to reward you for?” you scoff. “congratulations, you’re now awful, toxic, and a cheater.”

he growls. the sound was familiar. in your relationship, if you heard it you knew he was going to snap at you until he had the satisfaction of making you cry. “i know you miss me so don’t say things you’re going to regret later. because even when you’re back in my arms, i won’t let you forget it.”

the thought of being back with him made you feel icky. but the fact that he sincerely thought you would crawl back to him set your entire body on fire. “are you joking? i was always aware of the fact that you treated me like the dirt you walked on but do you seriously think that lowly of me?”

you’re rendered speechless and apparently, so is he because the other line stays silent.

“i wouldn’t go back to you if you were the last person on earth,” you spit. “you treated me horribly, wong yukhei. i won’t ever forget it. move on. i have.”

you glance at jeno, his expression more serious than you’ve ever seen it. his eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are trained on your cellphone. the glare he gives the device is so strong you wouldn’t be surprised if even lucas could feel it, wherever he was.

you hang up and block the number, wishing to never talk to him again. you toss your phone onto the sofa with an exasperated sigh. you find jeno’s gaze to still be focused intensely on it.

“if you gave lucas that look, i’m pretty sure he’d cry.”

he breaks his concentration, eyes going to you instead. his entire face softens. “all i’m going to say is he better pray we never cross paths.”

“well, if you happen to, call me up. i wouldn’t mind helping you beat the crap out of him.”

jeno chuckles for a second then lowers his voice to a whisper. “he was really bad to you, huh?”

you nod. “he messed me up. i hate to admit it ‘cause i know i was stupid to stay with him for as long as i did.”

your roommate shakes his head. “don’t say that. it’s not your fault he messed up the best thing that would ever happen to him.”

“i thought i was the problem for so long, jeno. i was so blinded by love. then, i realized there was no way he truly cared for me when he treated me like i had no heart to be broken.”

jeno scoots towards you and rubs soothing circles into your arm. “you have such a big heart. and i can’t tell you how sorry i am that he took advantage of that. i’m sorry that you were stuck with someone so insecure and ignorant. please, don’t think about him anymore.”

you hold in your tears. you refused to cry over someone like lucas. “i know. i try so hard not to.”

jeno holds your head into his chest. his arms are placed securely on your back. “oh, baby.”

when jeno uses this pet name on you, it feels so completely different from lucas. you could tell me meant it. he wasn’t using it to make you stay a little longer, to assure you he loved you. strangely enough, you do not need to be convinced of that. you feel like you have known it for a long time.

9. he likes to be the big spoon.

you’re not sure how he’s done it but you end up falling asleep in jeno’s arms. you assume it had been so long since you had been cradled and rocked so delicately that the foreign yet extremely delightful sensation knocked you right out. even seol is deep in sleep, laying down peacefully at your feet.

you relish in the feeling of jeno pressed right into your back. he fits so perfectly against you that it reminds you of a puzzle piece. to be exact, the moment when you connect the last two pieces and the full picture becomes complete. that was how you felt—complete.

with jeno’s soft breaths tickling the back of your neck and his soft snores filling your ear, you know there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. his arm that is wrapped around you makes sure you can’t escape his embrace. you are positive that even if you had the liberty of doing so, you would stay exactly where you were.

you lean farther back into your pillow, closing your eyes. you let every thought fade away as you try to fall back asleep as soon as possible. you wanted the moment you found yourself in to last as long as possible.

10. he has feelings for you.

jeno mumbles sweet nothings into your ear as he toys with your hair.

it just seemed right to him. like something he was meant to do with you. he had seen these types of things in films and shows before. it was intimate and touching, the scenes were always meant to tug at the audience’s heart strings and show how in love the two characters were. perhaps, even though you lay asleep in his arms, he wants you to finally know.

“honestly, being inside with you all the time is kind of the best. i know the whole virus situation is less than ideal but being able to spend so much time with you... that’s all i could ask for.” he pauses. “isn’t it so crazy how before this we were all weird and awkward around each other? well, i guess we still kind of are. that’s mostly my fault so... sorry. i just don’t know how to act around you sometimes. we’re barely getting close and i’m already this attached to you. as jisung would so kindly say, ‘i’m simping’.” he chuckles to himself. “all jokes aside, i really do like you. ever since you moved in here all cute and nervous, you’ve taken your own little place in my heart, as cheesy as it sounds. and these past few weeks, you just keep on taking up more and more room in there. not that i have a problem with it. i just...” he stops as if he doesn’t know how else to express his feelings. “really, really like you.”

“thanks.”

you feel him jolt then abruptly stop stroking your hair. there’s silence until he asks, “you don’t happen to be a sleep talker, do you?”

you shake your head.

“and did you hear like, a lot of what i said?”

“only the important stuff. like how awkward you are and how much you like me.”

“o-oh.”

“but don’t worry. it’s mutual.”

you feel his relieved breath hit the skin of your neck. “that’s the best thing i’ve heard all day.”

you tilt your head back and stare at him, confused. “what, did you seriously think i wasn’t into you?”

he shrugs. “i was too busy simping, i guess.”

you can’t contain your laughter at the use of the slang. “park jisung would not be proud.”

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kpopnonous · 4 years

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Forever Young | Yoongi x Reader

WARNING: angst, death, sadness,suicide, mentions of sexual activities, cyber bullying.

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“example of the past/memory”

“example of the lyrics”

“example of the present/now”

So are you happy now?

Finally happy now, yeah?

"Yoongi! Stoooopppp!" You said giggling as you felt his slender fingers running along the side of your ribs

The man looked at you and smile, wholeheartedly, before hugging you.

"If I stop loving you, then I'd be broken" You blushed at his words.

Yoongi always had away with words, even if he didn't put any thought to it, you'd always have a wholesome reaction to them.

You leaned forward and kissed his lips. In return, he did the same as he laid you down to show you just how much he loves you.

Yoongi sat in the front row, holding the boy's hand tightly. Trying to hold himself together.

"You look lovely," He told her. He could faintly see the smile on her face. He moved his finger to put a strand of hair behind her ears.

"Thank you for making me feel loved," She told him, as she lightly kissed his cheeks.

뭐 그대로야 난 다 잃어버린 것 같아

( Well, I’m exactly the same )

( I think I’ve lost everything )

You sat there, reading the comments under your music video that you've released. Being a singer wasn't an easy job. It's even harder when you're dating one of the biggest singers in both Kpop and the International industry.

The comments weren't as positive as you expected it to be. They weren't even talking about the music, they were talking about your relationship with Yoongi. Most saying you're only with him because of his fame, money, and exposure.

It hurts to see that your ' fan base ' can say that they love you but then leave negative comments when they've found out who you've been seeing.

It's not like you're now dating him, you've been dating him for two years but decided to make your relationship public in January, to start the new year off with a positive note, but sadly you were failed.

You cried and cried and cried. Reading every single one until one of the comments really get to you. They were speaking about your ex-relationship, with your ex-boyfriend, who used to constantly abuse you, and rob you of your money.

In March, he made claims stating that you were the abusive one in the relationship and would steal his money for your own personal use. He made those accusations on social media. The matter is still being taken care of in court.

You saw a message from Yoongi, his words trying to comfort you as he can't be with you physically due to being stuck in Korea.

You didn't bother replying. You lay in your bed thinking about what you could have done differently.

A week later, it was April the 4th, the day when BTS would be coming back in the states to visit. You were excited to meet them, especially Yoongi. You needed to feel his hands, his hugs, his mouth on you

You quickly got dressed and headed to the boys house. You bought foods for them.

As you reach the door, you ran quickly to knock on it, you saw Jin first, then greeted them all one by one, leaving Yoongi for last. You walked up to him and hugged him tightly. Feeling the tears spill from your eyes.

He hugged you back tightly as if you'll leave him. You pulled him to your lips and kissed him with Passion as you can hear all the groans and disgust from the boys.

He broke the kiss and says "Lets take this upstairs yeah?"

"Okay," you said as you both head to the room to begin your lovemaking.

Later in the night, you woke and removed the sleeping Yoongi's arms away from you. You got up and grabbed a piece of paper and start writing down words. Words that you feel emotionally.

After you were done you put the note on the desk, went into your bag for some pills and took them. You then went back to bed, kissed his forehead, and went back to sleep.

Yoongi woke up the next morning, smiling as he remembers last night's activities. He pulled your body closer to him as he rests his face into your neck.

"Morning," he said, as he kissed your neck, but you didn't move. He poked your shoulder but you still didn't move.

He raised his body and laid you on your back.

"Hey, Y/N, wake up" But there was no response. He shook your body lightly, then harsh. His eyes started to water at the ideas in his mind.

"HEY HEY WAKE UP PLEASE WAKE UP!" He kept yelling trying to get your body to move, but was disappointed.

Hoseok who was doing a Vlive, saw the comments asking what was the loud noises coming from, he decided to get up and check to see its coming from Yoongis room.

"Y/N GET UP!" Hoseok opened Yoongi's door to see him shaking you roughly and crying. He walked up to him to see you lifeless.

He quickly realized what was going down and went to call the other boys.

The rest of the boys came into the room and saw what was happening, Jin and Namjoon trying to pry Yoongi off of you, Hoseok and Taehyung crying as they try to wake you up, Jimin standing in shock and Jungkook next to the desk with tears into his eyes. He saw the letter and handed it to Yoongi who grabbed it. He opened the letter and read it. After he finishes he burst out in tears for he felt guilt for not helping you.

모든 게 맘대로 왔다가 인사도 없이 떠나

( Everything comes at will and leaves without a goodbye )

The news broke out later that evening. Some fans and news reporters we're following the boys into the hospital. They even bribe the staff for some information.

Yoongi sat in the music studio, writing words after words trying to find the lyrics to make with his new collaboration.

He's trying to find the words to fit the beat of that song and to express how he feels.

' I really love the beat for love yourself! ' he remembers you telling him that. Then instantly words started flowing out, one after the other.

After 5 hours, of writing the lyrics. He emailed the song to the artist that you loved. He knew that you would have loved the song because he made it, he made it because of you. He closes his eyes, thinking about how you would smile whenever you saw his face, he smiled lightly at the memory.

But the smile vanishes quickly as he remembers what happened to you.

"Happy birthday Yoongi!" Everyone said as they watch the gummy smile appear.

You walked up to him and kissed his surprised but smiley face.

"How did you?"

"I have my ways"

Walking into the park, to have a nice quiet evening. You and Yoongi sat on the bench and watch the two couple play with their daughter

"Hmm, when we get older you think we will have a girl?" You asked smiling at the scene.

Yoongi soon joined your reaction and says

"A girl? Please it's going to be a boy"

After winning the AMA, Yoongi quickly rushed the boys to go home so that he could celebrate with you.

"Hyung! Stop rushing! I didn't get to say Hi to Nicki Minja!" Jungkook exclaimed with a whine.

"See you wouldn't understand, what i feel, you'll forever be lonely."

Lonely

That's the one word that hunts him now. He's lonely lost without you. Pathetic.

"Sir I’m sorry, but the autopsy says from a drug overdose. I’m sorry for your losses." The doctor told Yoongi as he keeps breaking down.

Namjoon looked at the doctor confused

"Wait losses?"

The Doctor looked confused for a bit

"You didn't know? She was three weeks pregnant"

The boys were in shock when they heard the news, they all looked at Yoongi who cried even harder when he heard the news.

이대로는 무엇도 사랑하고 싶지 않아

( I don’t want to love anything like this )

"Uh hey vlive how are you?" The boys ask as they made a vlive. The fans noticed the change in the boy's mood. They answered the fans questions about new music and etc. Yoongi mostly zoned out of the whole live until a question came up

'Where's Y/N? Doesn't she lives with you guys? Did her and Yoongi broke up?" That fan must have been clueless as to what took place. The boys looked at Yoongi sadly as he leaned forward towards the camera.

"She was killed by society." A few people have been asking as to what he meant, the ones who know what happened, made comments about how they are sorry and how you shouldn't have been through that.

다 해질 대로 해져버린 기억 속을 여행해

( It’s all done as it gets dark. )

( Travel in the memory )

He got up and left the room, making the boys end the vlive.

Yoongi hugged IU, she smiled sadly at his figure. Small, paler than usual.

"Im sorry for what happened." He smiled at her since she understands and feels what he is feeling since she has lost 3 people she loved a lot.

"Im glad I’m working with you on this." She replied as she patted his back.

"Me too."

He sees you in a white flowery dress, hair loose as the breeze plays with your hair.

He sees your smile, that lovely smile of yours. That smile that could melt away his cold heart.

"What are you doing over there?! Come here!" You shouted to him in a cheerfully as you put out a hand for him to grab.

He walks closer to you, grabbing your hand. You ran, tugging his hand with you, giggling crazily.

"You're crazy!"

우리는 오렌지 태양 아래 그림자 없이 함께 춤을 춰

( Under an orange sun ) We dance with no shadows )

"And yet you love me!" You said sliding down the hill with him holding onto your waist.

When the ride had ended you pulled him up and ran to the river, Han's river. The first time you guys met.

"For once I’m actually happy," You said as you looked out into the river.

"Hmm? For what?"

정해진 이별 따위는 없어 아름다웠던 그 기억에서 만나

(There is no such thing as decided farewells) ( Meet me in that memory that was once beautiful )

"For you. You were like a gift to me. You've helped me when I thought I've given up. You showed me love, care, and affection. You and the boys. I’m grateful to have people like you guys into my life."Smiles. That's all you've been doing. Smiling.

He runs up to you and holds your face. He looks into your eyes and cries all of the pain out.

"If I had known you were hurting. . . "

All you did was just keep smiling. That’s one thing Yoongi admires about you. How you could smile through the pain

Forever we young

"If you had known, you would have been hurting too. I didn’t want you too. I wanted you to think I was fine. But just remember I love you." You said as you kissed his cheeks. You turned away and waked away from him.

"Wait wait!!"

He opens his eyes and looked around, confused as to what's going on, then smiled at the memory, then angry at what had happened.

He decided to visit the Jamwon Park were you guys last met in Korea before you left. He found a bench and sat on it where you guys normally sit. He looked to the left and saw one of your favorite flowers dancing with the winds.

He smiled as he remembers a few things. One of them is a quote you've said.

"People maybe went, but they always leave traces of themselves behind."

He closes his eyes as he can feel your kisses from the breeze. He opened his eyes and smile, as he will never forget the romance you both shared, for he will always love your existence and for what you had taught him.

이런 악몽이라면 영영 깨지 않을게

( If it is this kind of nightmare, I won't ever wake up)

I hope you guys enjoy this. I’ve been debating if I should post this or due to you know. I love both IU(i fucking love her) and SUGA.(yeah we all know that I admire him) I also admire and respect the one’s who helped create this song. I’ve been looking up to them since their debuted. (i grew up with kpop). Please don’t resolve to this. Seek help.Your actions can affect the one’s who loves you.

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allelitefics · 4 years

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Worth it Pt. 4

Characters: Hangman Page x OC / Kenny Omega x OC

categories: angst, smut

Summary: Kenny is having a hard time accepting the fact that you might be in a new relationship, despite him already dating someone new....

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @princessminjikwon @im-a-nerd-fight-me @allelitexo @donnithestar @jonsmoxley @lilred91

-flashback-

You had met Kenny about a month ago now, it was at All In in Chicago, they asked you to do some media help backstage. You liked to consider yourself a jack of all trades in the wrestling business, except for of course being an actual wrestler. But you loved the environment, and that's what kept you hooked. You were absolutely smitten when you got to meet Kenny Omega for the first time that night.. now you had been texting for that month, despite him being back in Japan and in completely different time zones, he would stay up all night just to talk to you.. you felt something there but it was getting harder for you to keep up with this with the distance..

But that night, you got a surprise when you were on the phone with him. "So what are your plans this weekend?" he asked you over facetime. "Um nothing, just same old same." you said referring to your normal grocery shopping, self-care routines, etc. "Oh good, so I can book this plane ticket then?" You started to grin so hard, "are you serious?!" "Yeah, I'm coming to see you sweetheart."

When he arrived that weekend, at your door... you both just ripped into each other. There was a lot of pent up sexual tension between the two of you for weeks now and it was finally being able to be released..after that weekend..the two of you were inseparable..of course until the break up..

-end flashback-

That night after all the drama you laid your head on Adam's chest on your hotel room bed. He ran his fingers through your hair, as you both laid in silence. "What're you thinking about?" he finally asks. "Maybe ...no nevermind." you start and then stop. "Y/N, you know you can tell me anything...no judgement." he says, which comforts you but you know you need to tread lightly. You sigh, "Did Kenny and I end things prematurely? .. I mean.." "Are you still in love with him?" Adam asked straight up. "No.. I mean part of me cares about him.. but I don't know, the shit he said to you guys about me.." "I know darlin." he said, now rubbing your shoulders. You look up at Adam, "I really love being with you." you say to him. He smiles down at you then kisses your forehead. "I really love being with you too, don't let his uncertainty affect you, beautiful." "I know...it's his own shit." you agree.

You decide in that moment that you need to stop worrying about Kenny... you did love him at one point in your life but you couldn't let him keep you from moving on and being happy. You pounce up and straddle Adam. He grins up at you, "What're you doing?" he says. You pull your shirt off from over your head, exposing your bare chest to him and his hands situation themselves on your hips, you lean down to kiss him, soft, sensual kisses and then he flips you over so that he's on top of you. Pulling his shirt off from over him as he places kisses down your abdomen until he's pulling down the shorts and panties you had on. You whine a little bit, and he smirks looking up at you. "I'm going to make you feel so damn good, beautiful." he says before diving into your core. His tongue pleasuring you in the most amazing ways, his arms linked up around your thighs holding you into place as you moaned out in pleasure. "Fuck Adam.." you moaned. "You gonna cum for me baby?" he asks as you nod your head looking down at him. He puts two fingers inside of you and it sends you over the edge. You get louder, not caring who can hear you. You ride out your first orgasm against his tongue, and he gets up for a moment. The look on your face shows quick disappointment, you don't want it to end, but it's only just starting. "Oh I'm not done with you, darlin." he says. He released his throbbing cock from his shorts he had on and lines himself up with your entrance, he enters you and it's everything you've been needing. He's eager and quick and he leans over so that your legs are wrapped around him as he pounds into you harder and harder. But Adam loves to put you into different position, he turns you over fucking you from behind, when you can't keep your balance up on your knees, it doesn't matter, he keeps going. He pulls you back up though, and leans over you, biting on your neck. You moan and curse out his name, as you then both come to orgasm again.

You both lie on the bed, chest rising up and down, out of breath. "Goddamn, baby." he says rolling over and kissing you. You smile over at him, "You're so good to me." you say with a giggle following.

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You felt pretty happy about everything that was going on with Adam, but the following week after the Kenny argument, you found yourself feeling some sort of way when you saw him and Riho looking quite chummy backstage. Angry? Anxious? maybe even jealous? Because when the two of you were together he never wanted anyone to see any PDA. He told you from the start how important his privacy was to him, and you respected that. As a fan of his, you pretty much knew nothing about his personal life, only that he lived in Japan and spoke the language.

You found yourself stuck, unable to move. You wanted to stop staring, continue on with your day as normal. "Fuck." you muttered. Then Kenny scanned the room and your eyes met, because you were staring daggers at him. He stopped when your eyes met, he wasn't sure what you had seen.. but once you realized he was looking at you, you just shook your head and your feet moved again. You felt proud that you were able to send your message... and of course it was only an hour later when he came into your workspace. "Hey, can I come in?" he said at the door way. "Sure." "Um..look I'm sorry about last week...I was completely out of line." You nod your head and look up at him, "Thanks for saying that." "Is ..uh..everything else okay?" he asked. "Um, I don't know Kenny.. I guess it makes a girl feel pretty shitty when she was your best kept secret, but you're okay flaunting around your new girlfriend..yeah everything is great." you say, and you knew you sounded passive aggressive .. but in your head you said screw it. He ran his hand over his face, "It's not like that, Y/N. And you weren't a secret, all the guys and us hung out." "Yeah, I would hope your best friends know who your girlfriend is." you say rolling your eyes. "Y/N... it's really not like that..." You cut him off before he could continue, "You know..and to think the other week you actually had me rethinking our break up, now it's clear that we shouldn't be together." Your words catch him off guard, "you were rethinking?" he asked with a bit of hope in the tone of his voice. "Yeah Kenny, you got in my head...and it was stupid because clearly..we weren't meant to be." "I'm really sorry, I feel like I keep screwing up.." You shrug, at this point you feel like you've gotten your point across to him. "It's whatever now Kenny, I'm not your girlfriend anymore..I did think we were friends but..." "Come on Y/N, don't say that." You shake your head, "I need some air.' you say getting up and walking past him, you needed Adam.

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#kenny omega x reader #hangman page x reader #hangman adam page fanfiction #kenny omega fanfiction #aew fanfic

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totheendofthelinepal · 4 years

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CONSTELLATIONS (PART FOUR)

Summary: Being stuck in space with ARES was not your plan, especially when a certain someone finds out you haven’t been intimate with anyone in your life.

Notes: Virgin Reader x Chris Beck, swearing, NSFW (18+)

exactly 12 months.

one whole year.

that was the time you were in space.

Coming home the media had a frenzy by the time the crew landed, getting this much attention was something you weren’t used to - Lewis however explained it would blow over in the next few months. There was a lot of newscast there when all of you walked out of the center after the landing. It took a few days for all of you to get used to the feeling of Earth again, and conditioning had to take place at the amount of time you were in space. There was only one thought on your mind - your Mother. Within a week of your release, you stayed every day and every night at her bedside. She was still in the hospital, going through chemo and the Doctor explained all of what she had endured. It nearly shattered your heart to pieces, knowing you missed so much time with her. But all that mattered in this moment was that you were here. The other alarmingly aware fact was that you hadn’t said a word to Beck since you landed, which of course partly because you were too freaked out by the whole idea of him. Up in space in your mind he was just a friend helping out a fellow friend. You honestly didn’t think you would lose your virginity in space - and if the world knew they would have an absolute heyday in the press. Which is why part of you was nervous it would get out somehow. Lewis found out shortly after the two of you started things up, and she warned the both of you of how many rules and regulations you were breaking - yet she didn’t stop it. In fact, she said she pretty much predicted it. After that moment, that very moment, you thought of how you first met Chris. Your mind went there often. Never thinking he would be the one, he would be your first.

Training school, First day.

The quiet classroom nearly brought you into a nerve wrecking state. Of course your first day was going to be a anxious experience, but you knew you wanted to do this. To become an astronaut was to have purpose in the world in your mind. Here you were, about to embark on that great journey. You stepped in, the quietness now seeping in your thoughts. You bit your lip out of habit whenever you were in a new environment, and your eyes were so distracted by the large board - you feet had stumbled across the room. Your cheeks grew hot, wondering if anyone had seen you. You looked up for just a moment, to see a pair of crisp white shoes. Your eyes flickered up to the body, seeing a man looking to you in a sympathetic smile.

“Jesus, you okay?” The man bent down to help you, and you noticed his blue eyes in that moment.

“Uh, yeah I’m fine.” You coughed out, grabbing your things quickly.

Your mind drifted to how incredibly cheesy this was, He was helping you with his books. But you weren’t the type of girl who fell for that kind of shmuck. Well, you thought you weren’t. You took a moment to focus, watching as the man with bright blue eyes looked to you in concern.

“Chris.” He laughed softly, offering his hand to you.

“Y/N.” You murmured politely, “Thank you. I can be a klutz.”

“Hey, no problem. At least in space, tripping isn’t much of an issue. right?” Chris smiled to you, hitting your arm lightly.

“Yeah, I guess not.” You smirked softly, “Maybe in these years of training I’ll gain my balance.”

Chris smiled to your comment, and then he was gone. You watched carefully as he made his way to his seat. By chance you had made contact with the spot you were hoping for, the very back. Your eyesight bid you well, and you didnt like the idea of people looking over your shoulder for some reason. You made your way to your seat quickly, and as you sat you saw the blue eyes you had looked into just moments ago, flicker back to you. He smiled politely again to you, and his eyes moved from your gaze in a smirk.

Present time, Apartment 102.

It clouded your mind again, wondering if Chris had thought about that day, or if he even remembered it. You decided that he most likely didn’t, you saw him with another girl later that year. You remembered her vividly as well, she was gorgeous. It was almost like she was a NASA barbie doll, which was very different from what you were. You were much shorter, and you definitely didnt have the long lucious blonde girls like she did. It made you think why Chris even agreed to have sex with you. It was obvious you weren’t exactly his type. It only made you doubt yourself, wondering if he was just planning on helping you out just for the sake of being in space. Maybe he just missed the touch of a woman - You were the only single one aboard the spacecraft. It made sense, the both of you just containing your little affair to the mission. Now you were home, and the idea of Chris being in your life was more terrifying than anything. It was mainly because of your experience with relationships.

Jacob.

You had started dating him a couple months in your training school, he was a Satellite Communications Engineer student - which meant his job was set to be a lot different from yours. He was kind to you at first, almost timid. But it was always the quiet ones, your mother warned, and she was right. He pressured you while the both of you were dating, and it only deterred you more from letting him be your first. Not only that, he was violent. Most days you would end up with small bruises, sometimes to your arms. Sometimes to your eye. You remembered explaining to Chris aboard the mission about him, and at that time he comforted you. You managed to make it very clear you didn’t want to see Jacob, and although he apologized for his actions - you could never go back. That was the dent in your exterior, making you only add to the wall built emotionally around you. It was some kind of miracle that Chris Beck managed to sneak his way in, only if it were for intimacy. The problem that you faced was you missed it. You missed him. Not just the sex, but the other quiet moments. The hushed tones in your deep conversations, the late nights he would come to your private quarters just to hold you. As you said, it could’ve just been the need to feel another person so closely. But you still missed it. You missed him. A soft knock broke your thoughts, and although you thought it almost impossible - you opened the door to what your mind had consisted of.

“Hey.” Chris choked out, and you could see it mustve taken him a moment to muster the courage to knock.

“Beck.” You smiled politely, “Whats up?”

“Wow. Casual. Okay.” Chris laughed nervously, and you noticed his hand behind his back.

“I- Shit. I’m sorry. How are you?” You mumbled, knowing how careless you sounded.

“Well, I just-“ Chris chuckled again, “I remember you saying you wanted starbucks.”

You tilted your head, knowing now what he was hiding. You smiled softly, taking it from his hold.

“Uh- thanks.” You smirked, “I got one like a week ago though.”

“Well, not from me. I promise its a lot sweeter.” Chris grinned to you, taking a sigh, “Look I know you’re avoiding me. You don’t have to.”

“Im not” You lied, biting at your lip softly.

“Yes you are, because I know you do that when you’re nervous. Come on, go out with me.” He smiled again, poking softly at your side.

“Chris, come on.” You shook your head, the idea almost ridiculous, “We’re not in space anymore you don’t have to do me any favors.”

His face fell at your words, and you knew that moment you mustve hit a nerve.

“You think it was just me doing you a favor?” Chris’ eyes looked to you in disappointment, and you felt the guilt rise in your chest, “Babe, come on.”

You flickered your eyes from his, knowing you couldn’t get sucked in once again. Especially now that you were back to reality.

“Chris, I-…I appreciated that you, did that for me. I do. It’s just I’m not…ready” You mumbled, the words struggled out.

He took a deep breath, moving closer to you he placed his hands at your jaw.

“Look at me,” You could hear the gentle tone, and it caused you to oblige at his words, “I’m not going to rush you. But I want to be with you.”

You couldn’t think of anything to say in this moment, his thumb now holding you chin in a sign of affection.

“The sex is just a bonus.” He smirked to you, and you felt his arm wrap behind your back. You laughed lightly, already feeling the heat rise at your cheeks.

“Well we aren’t in enclosed space any longer.” You bit your lip now in a suggestive manor, hoping he would catch on.

He grinned widely to you, his eyes now falling at your lips, “You’re right. We have the freedom to do whatever we want.”

“Or wherever we want.” You whispered, and you couldn’t help but feel the need for him grow in you. You took in his scent due the closeness, and it nearly caused you to get lightheaded. He smelled so good, and you knew from experience he tasted even better.

“Lead the way, sweetheart.” Chris whispered, placing the coffee on the nearest surface.

You took his hand, and you knew exactly where you wanted to lead him.

Just down the hall to the bed that had been vacant for so long.

In your whole life, you’d never hated yourself more than you did right now.

The rain pounded to the window, and you were finally leaned up due to the vacant spot in the bed. You were sure the guilt was written on your face, yet he wasn’t going to notice. You watched carefully as Chris dressed, the silence nearly killing you. You were almost bitter at the rain, knowing it was just your luck it would be cold out today. Your arms had prickles from the cold room, you were only in your bra still. You swallowed out, wondering if saying anything would help. But as you watched him, his expression was vacant and he still looked heartbroken. God, you hated yourself so much right now. Last night was supposed to be amazing, of course since it would’ve been the first time the both of you would’ve slept together since the spacecraft. It was at first, even though you tried to deter Chris from the slow process, you wanted it to be quick - mainly because you knew if you let him see that vulnerable part of you would mean you would let those walls down. You succeeded throughout the most of it, and for some reason.. some stupid reason - when he was nearing his finish, you panicked. You faked it. The thought now becoming a reality, it broke your heart. Mainly because Chris knew you too well, and the look on his face when you pretended to follow behind him. God he knew - you could see it on his features, and you’d never seen him so hurt. After it happened, he hadn’t said a word to you - and here he was dressing quietly, still no words to say. You almost felt the tears threaten to spill, but you didnt have the courage to show him vulnerability. The worst part is, you even talked about him meeting your mother today.

“Chris.” You choked out quietly, and you noticed his head turn slightly to you.

“I have to go.” He mumbled, and before you could ask if he was going to show up, he had walked out.

The hospital was cold too, and you felt like everything today was your doing. Everything that went wrong only felt like it connected to last night. Even now, as you sat on the side of your mother’s hospital bed - she was struggling to find a doctor who would take her type of insurance. The current doctor she had wasn’t too keen on taking her on without the right pay. You obviously didn’t understand it - why someone wouldn’t want to take care of someone who was sick, no matter the money issue. You offered to pay, but your Mother had always been so stubborn, and ever since Dad passed away, she wasn’t doing too well financially. She took notice of your mood, commenting on how you were doing what you did when you were nervous - chewing at your lip. You regretted last night with every fiber in your being, and yes you told your mother who Chris was - the two of you had a relationship like that. Of course your mother being blunt - she instantly commented how incredibly handsome he was, God did you know it. After she teased that your first was with a fox, you couldn’t help but laugh lightly. The moment was interrupted, as you heard a soft knock at the hospital door. You gave her hand a soft squeeze, knowing it was hard to walk away from her anymore - even if it was just to get the door. You felt your heart squeeze tightly in your chest when you saw the man who had always been on your mind at the door. He still looked the same as this morning, yet this time he was holding a small bouquet of flowers. You smiled softly, and he had no expression still

“I brought these, for you Mom.” Chris mumbled quietly, handing you the flowers.

“She’ll love them. Thank you for coming” You managed to choke the words out, and he mustve heard the unsureness in your voice.

“Well, I told you I would. So here I am.” He smiled quickly, and you finally motioned him inside.

You could tell by the look on your Mother’s face - she was going to fall in love with Chris. He walked forward in a grin you hadn’t seen since yesterday when he brought you the coffee. It broke you, knowing how badly you hurt him. You watched carefully as your Mother struggled to get up to shake his hand, and of course Chris insisted she didn’t overdo herself for him. Chris was polite, and he asked how she was doing in a gentle voice - a caring voice he would use with you.

“Oh, I’m quite fine. Then again, I didn’t spend a year in space.” Your Mother smiled softly to him, causing a small chuckle to leave his lips.

“Oh it wasn’t so bad.” Chris sighed, “You’d be surprised with how much they pampered us up there.”

“I’m sure.” Your Mother smirked, “Also not so bad that you deflowered my daughter.”

Your cheeks felt instantly hot, and you had never felt so embarrassed in your life, “Mother.”

You nearly snapped, but remembering her state she knew she’d get a pass.

You watched Chris as he couldn’t help but laugh out, and you realized just how badly you missed that laugh.

“I-..Yeah.” Chris smirked softly, “I guess I did.”

“Chris.” You repeated the tone of voice, looking to him.

“I’m not going to lie to her when we first meet.” He defended to you, and your Mother let out a wide grin. One you hadn’t seen since Dad was around.

“Im just teasing, Honey. Don’t be such a prude.” Your Mother chuckled, and coughed instantly after.

Worry hit you, knowing how much in bad shape she was. Before you could aid her, Chris beat you to it. He walked quietly in front of you, motioning to her chart.

“Do you mind if I take a look?” He questioned out, his tone genuine.

“No, please do. You’re a Doctor aren’t you?” She smiled softly, earning another grin from Beck.

He went on to talk a lot of medical terms you had heard every so often on the Spacecraft, yet he went into more detail to explain to your Mother just what she needed. It surprised you, as he sat on the edge of the bed. He was already so comfortable with her, and apparently her with him. It only made it worse. You took a deep breath, as Chris began to explained he needed to get going. You wondered if he would speak to you again, and as you saw him walking away. You couldn’t help but follow his steps out into the hospital hall.

“Beck-“ You choked out, your voice nearly cracking.

“What, you can’t use my first name?” He turned to you, and you saw the hurt once again.

“Im sorry-“ You mumbled, “I know I shouldn’t have-“

“You’re right. You shouldn’t have.” He sighed out, “Was it always just sex with you? Was I just someone to get the deed done?”

You felt the heaviness in your chest, “No, No. You weren’t”

“Then why the hell do you keep pushing me away? Because it seems to me, anytime you want to have sex. That’s the only time I can get remotely close to you.”

“Chris.” You sighed, knowing that it was all coming to the surface now.

“No. You don’t get to talk your way out of this one. I wanted to make love to you last night, as goddamn cheesy that sounds. I just wanted you. Not some quick night of sex and me leaving in the morning again.” His breathing was ragged as the words flew out, and you felt your heart nearly drop to the floor.

You had no words, but your heart sped nearly a million miles a minute.

“This is why, right here. I say that to you, and you’ve got a look of flight in your eyes.” Chris’ voice raised, and you could see the hurt now turning to annoyance.

You tried, you really did. But no one had ever said anything like that to you in your whole life. It terrified you.

You saw now the couple of nurses staring in your direction, Chris taking now taking notice - he led you quietly to the nearest closet. You took a deep breath - knowing how passionate he was, he was most definitely not done.

“Still nothing to say?” He quietly mumbled to you, crossing his arms.

You swallowed out, and the courage finally decided to rise in you, “It wasn’t. It wasn’t just sex, Chris. You say these things, and it terrifies me.”

His expression finally softened to you, knowing just how much it took for you to just say that.

“Prove it.” Chris motioned to you, and you watched he bit his lip softly.

You knitted your brow, wondering what he was getting at, “Excuse me?”

You saw it now, his lips turning in a soft grin. You returned the expression, as he locked the door behind you. You blinked wildly, as you watched him remove his shirt. You couldn’t help but laugh out, he was absolutely insane.

“Chris, this is a hospital.” You chuckled softly, as he still continued his undressing actions.

“I’m a doctor. It’s okay. Just- think of it as some grey’s anatomy shit.” He laughed softly, reaching to your jeans.

“Come on, we can’t.” You looked to the door, even though it was locked - something in you was nervous someone would walk in. He only smirked to you, slowly unbuttoning your jeans still. You contemplated it still, just happy that this meant he forgave you.

“Make it up to me, Baby.” Chris whispered softly, his lips reaching to your jaw.

“Are you guilt tripping me right now?” You snickered softly, and you couldn’t think of all the reasons why you shouldn’t do this any longer - his hips were pressed to you, and you felt already how much he wanted you. He had no shame in grinding softly to you, and it only made you grow to be puddy in his hands. Finally, you gave in. You giggled out, reaching to take off your shirt in a quick motion.

“Turn around, sweetheart.” Chris whispered out again, his hands rubbing soft circles to your skin.

You took a deep breath, knowing how much he loved taking you like this. Ever since you were on the spacecraft - this also grew to be your favorite position. You heard the fumble of his jeans behind you, and the sensation of lips nipping softly to your shoulder. You sighed out already, feeling the need growing to your heat with each touch he gave you.

“Are you going to be a good girl?” Chris mumbled softly against your skin, “Let me take care of you?”

You nodded quickly, feeling his hands cascade up your back, all the way to pull down your jeans. The air hit you, causing you to wince lightly at the coldness. His hands reached in front of you, gripping softly to your chest as a signal he was ready. You whimpered out softly, as he tugged softly to the fabric. He had only seen you completely naked once - but he was always patient with you, so he understood silently when you didnt take your bra off. His hands fell to your waist, and you could feel him beginning to position himself.

“Chris” You moaned out softly, trying to tell him how badly you needed it.

“Are you gonna let the Doctor take care of you, Babe?” He chuckled softly, taking amusement in you now.

You gripped the shelf in front of you, and you had no control of your body pushing back to him, “Yes.”

That was all he needed it seemed, and you felt him push gently to you. Your head flew up, the fullness was something you still weren’t exactly used to. You heard a soft groan of relief behind you, and his hands pulled your chest upwards. You breathed out, your back now pressed to his chest by his actions. You had time to adjust as always, and he began to move slowly - causing your eyes to flutter close.

“Chris.” You choked out, knowing how much he loved to hear you.

His hips rolled in a steady pace, now picking up you felt his body move the both of you forward. Your hand found the side of his waist, the other jolting to the shelf for balance - he followed his hand gripping for leverage before you. His pace quickened, and you felt like you could hardly breathe at the angle he was hitting you. He pushed forward again, your stomach now pressed to the shelf before you in harsh motions. You fumbled slightly at his actions, and you could tell he was getting to the point of having no control of his hips. You groaned out again, feeling the tight coil pressurizing in your stomach. Chris breath fanned against you, and you couldn’t help but let your head fall back to his shoulder. Out of rhythm now, it was his signal that he was close to his finish before you were.

“It’s okay” You choked out, assuring him you’d follow behind.

“Not before you.” Chris gruffed out, his hand now snaking to your waist.

He waited a moment to position himself once more, and once he gained his leverage - his finger began to rub soft circles to your sensitive spot. You cried out uncontrollably, and you saw your knuckles grow white in the grasp in front of you. Chris reached out, his fingers intertwining now at the tight hold you had at the shelf. It finally hit you, your breath hitching out loudly. Your back arched out, Chris following to you within seconds of your orgasm. You heard his strangled groan of relief from holding back for you vibrate at your ear - the both of you now breathing out in tandem. He waited a moment for you to recollect yourself before he left you, his hands caressed softly - as if he was calming your body from the intense finish you endured.

“Are you alright?” Chris breathed out, his lips pressing softly to your shoulder once again.

“Yes.” You grinned widely, your head falling forward in bliss, “i’m sorry.”

You heard a soft chuckle, as he pressed his lips now to your ear, “You’re forgiven.”

The shower water pounded to the surface, and knowing Chris was just outside in your living room - you had a moment where your grin almost felt stupid. You shook your head, taking a deep breath you reminded yourself it was okay. It was okay to open yourself to him, he was safe. You told him it would just be a few moments, the two of you had left the hospital quickly in fear someone might’ve heard you. You never thought that you would be in this now - bit by bit you were opening up, showing Chris pieces of you that no one else had seen. Not even your Mother. You bit your lip, knowing that it would still take a lot of time before you could truly feel at ease at the thought of your walls coming completely down.

“Hey, mind if we save on water?”

You nearly yelped, Chris’ voice now behind you. You covered your chest instantly, wondering just how long he’d been there. You heard a soft laugh as you retreated to the shower wall.

“Come on, I’ve seen you pretty much all the way naked.” Chris laughed again, his hands encasing at your shoulders.

“Yeah but not…all of me.” You laughed nervously, turning to him you already felt your cheeks grow hot.

No matter how many times you had sex - you still managed to feel like a schoolgirl at the sight of him naked.

“I find it incredibly adorable-“ Chris grinned, “That you still blush at seeing my dick.”

“I do not.” You nearly yelled in defense.

“You do.” He raised his brow in amusement.

You turned away, hoping he wouldn’t see how true he was.

“Do not.” You mumbled out, the shower now becoming a more enclosed space than you remember.

“Alright, then look at it.” Chris snickered behind you, and you turned in spite of what he thought.

You kept your eye to his as long as you could, and he grinned to you in a teasing motion. You bit your lip, taking a quick glance to him. You felt the redness at your cheeks, and you hated yourself for it.

“Told you.” He teased, poking at your stomach.

“Shut up, Beck.” You laughed nervously, your arms still pressed to your chest.

“Its okay, you know. Trust me, I like them.” Chris now looked to you in genuine assurance.

You swallowed, knowing he was talking about him seeing all of you once again. You took a deep breath, God there was no turning back now. Chris mustve seen the look of consent in your eyes, as his hands moved softly to your wrists. You could feel the hitch of breathing in your chest, as he pulled your arms away slowly. You bit your lip, wondering what he was thinking. Knowing this was only the second time he’d seen you completely naked.

“Amazing.” He whispered in a grin, and he pulled you to him gently.

He wrapped his hands around you, one a the small of your back - the other wrapped within the wet strands of your hair.

“So, I’m thinking I should ask again. When are you going to let me take you to dinner - since we’ve already broken the third date rule.” Chris chuckled softly to your hair.

“Fine.” You mockingly looked up to him, earning a wide grin from him.

“Good.” He teased back, pressing his lips to you softly.

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A 3RACHA Fan-Fiction

|| Ch 1 || Ch 2 || Ch 3 || Ch 4 || Ch 5 || Ch 6 ||

By: Admin Kay

Chapter 3 - Shared Feelings

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Hanahaki AU

Rating: R (swearing, sexual scenes)

Word Count: 4.2k

“Changbin,” Jisung called as he knocked on his bedroom door. Not receiving an answer, he welcomed himself in and found a still sleeping Changbin curled up on his bed. “Hyung?” he called again, sitting down on the edge of the bed, “Did you see Chan’s text last night?”

“Hng?” he mumbled into his pillow as he shifted under the sheets, “I didn’t check my phone last night.”

“Oh… well, he wanted to have a 3racha day today so he invited both of us to go to the amusement park with him. Do you think you’re feeling well enough to go?”

“Not really… I still feel like shit.”

“Damn…” Jisung sighed, worriedly glancing back at Changbin, “He wanted to celebrate after finishing our recording so he was really looking forward to it… I’ll let him know you don’t feel good.”

He waited for a confirmation from Changbin, but got nothing, so he decided to just head back to his room and start getting ready. Jisung really did feel bad that Changbin couldn’t come, but secretly, he was kind of excited that it would just be him and Chan… it was like a second date!

“Hello?”

“Hi, Chan-hyung!” Jisung greeted through the phone as he looked through his closet for a nice outfit, “So um… I’ve got some good news, and bad news.”

“Okay, let’s hear the bad first.”

“So, Changbin has been sick since yesterday afternoon… this morning I checked up on him, but he said he still doesn’t feel good so he’s not gonna come today.”

“Oh, he’s sick? He seemed alright at his recording yesterday… tell him I hope he feels better soon. So what’s the good news?”

“I’m going!” Jisung said excitedly, finally deciding on an outfit and laying it out on his bed.

“Oh,” Chan chuckled at the excitement in Jisung’s voice, “Alright, so it’ll just be the two of us then?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he answered, trying to sound a little less giddy as he changed into the clothes he’d picked out.

“Okay then, I’ll be at your place in like fifteen minutes to pick you up.”

“Sounds good! See you soon.”

“See you.”

Cupping his face in his hands, Jisung laughed hysterically to himself, unable to wipe the huge smile off his face. He couldn’t even process the excitement he was feeling about being alone with Chan again, and even more so, at an amusement park. Even though it wasn’t intended to be a date, the given circumstances were sure as hell making it seem like one.

Recollecting himself, he finished styling his hair and gave himself a few spritz of his favorite cologne before packing a condom and mints in his pants pockets, as always, and just as he finished getting ready, he heard his phone go off.

[Chan 11:43 am]: Im here

As excited as he was, he was also nervous. This was the first time they’d be spending time together with Chan knowing Jisung was gay, and although he was supportive when he came out, hanging out now would be completely different. What if Chan started being awkward around him because he knew Jisung was into guys now? He knew Chan was a nice person, but this was sexuality they were talking about; if Chan was straight and he suspected that Jisung had a crush on him, the close friendship they shared and developed up to this point could be put on the line. It was a bit scary for Jisung to be honest, but he really liked Chan, so he wanted to make a genuine effort to be with him. If it didn’t work out, well then he would just accept that it’s not meant to be… at least that’s what he told himself.

“Hey,” Jisung greeted as he opened the passenger side door of the company van.

“Hey,” Chan smiled, peering over at Jisung as he made himself comfortable and slung his seatbelt on, “You look nice!”

“Oh, uh… thanks!” Jisung stuttered, his eyes falling to the floor nervously, “Um… you too.”

“No need to flatter me,” Chan chuckled as he put the car back into drive and started making his way to the amusement park. “So… do you know when Changbin started feeling sick?”

“Hm… not exactly, but it must’ve been shortly after the recording yesterday. He said he was gonna meet me at the practice room, but he didn’t show up, and then when I got home I found him in the bathroom. It didn’t sound too good…”

“I see…” Chan nodded, a serious expression on his face as he focused intensely on the road.

“Yeah… he said it’s just food poisoning, but I’m not too sure. Sometimes, Changbin tries to act tough and hide when he’s hurting, but I don’t like to fight with him about it,” Jisung shrugged, turning to look out the window before continuing, “I’m sure he’ll go to the doctor if it’s bad enough, so I’m trying not to worry.”

“I agree, as long as he knows his limits he should be fine.”

* * *

Changbin groaned as he stretched out his arms and then reached for his phone, checking the time through half lidded eyes. Damn, it’s 2 already? he sighed, rubbing his face as he slowly sat himself up and dragged himself out of bed.

“Jisung,” he called as he walked out into the hall towards Jisung’s bedroom, but there was no answer. “Jisung?” he called again, knocking on the door before opening it and peeking inside. You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…

Finding an empty room, he quickly made a round around their small apartment to double check, but as suspected, Jisung was nowhere to be found. Changbin only sighed in response knowing there was nothing he could do about it at that point. He was just in utter disbelief that Jisung cared more about going out with Chan than staying home to make sure his best friend was okay… was something going on between them?

He had suffered enough last night, getting caught up in his thoughts about Chan, so he tried his best not to think about it; the last thing he wanted was another bad flare up. Wanting to keep himself busy, he thought it’d be a good idea to clean up around the house, taking out the trash, washing the dishes, doing the laundry, vacuuming, and so on. By the time he’d finished, it was almost dinner time, so he decided to go out and treat himself at a nice restaurant since Jisung was probably gonna be out for a while more.

As he sat at his table waiting for his food to be served, he found himself scrolling through his social media to pass the time; it was pretty boring though, there wasn’t much to see. He was just about to get off of the app when he noticed a post from the 3racha account on his feed, so he scrolled down to see what it was. To no surprise, it was selfies of Chan and Jisung and they were posing together on the ferris wheel.

Even though he wasn’t surprised, Changbin definitely wasn’t happy about seeing pictures like that. All he could think to himself was, why couldn’t it be me? He wasn’t one hundred percent sure if Chan and Jisung had feelings for each other, but seeing as Jisung had been acting strangely these days and avoiding Changbin’s questions, it was hard for him to ignore the eerie feeling he’d developed in regards to their relationship.

If they really did have something though… why? What’s so different about Jisung that Changbin doesn’t have? What does Chan see in him? Is it because Jisung is more bubbly? Taller? Better looking? It bothered him knowing that Chan could possibly like Jisung and not even that long after their one night stand. Did Chan really not care about him?

He was able to go the entire day flower free, but good things don’t last forever, right? Just as the waitress brought his food, he could feel the familiar tightness building up in his lungs accompanied by his increasing heart rate and an intense urge to cough.

“Um excuse me…” he called to the waitress as she walked away, “Where’s the restroom?”

“In that corner over there, just past the wall,” she pointed as she spoke, “You’ll see the sign.”

“Thank you,” Changbin barely finished as he rushed to the corner as she’d directed, tears filling his eyes as he continued to fight back his urge to cough. It’s not that this disease was critical and would cause people to panic if they saw someone who had it; it wouldn’t cause death in its early stages and it wasn’t contagious. But Changbin found it rather embarrassing and it just made him feel extremely pathetic. How can an idiot really be hung up on a person who treats them like shit and doesn’t like them back? If people knew that some dude was struggling with unrequited love long enough to have reached the fourth stage, green petals… then doesn’t that show weakness? That he’s not strong enough to move forward? Besides being noticed by people in public, maybe that’s also why he was so afraid to tell Jisung. He didn’t want him to think he was weak.

Arriving at the bathroom just in time, he shut and locked the door before his lungs spewed dozens of green lily petals into the toilet bowl. It always hurt more after dwelling on his thoughts for a long time and it also seemed to be hurting more as his disease continued to progress; when would it end? Clutching his sides in pain, he closed his eyes as he tried his best to steady his labored breathing. It took a few minutes for him to finally regain strength enough to pull himself back together, although part of it was forced just because he wanted to get out of that place as soon as he could.

Once he got back to his table, he asked for his check and to have his food taken out instead, not really having much of an appetite anymore after his sudden outburst. By the time he got back home, it was nearly 8, but still Jisung hadn’t come home. How long were they gonna be out anyways?

* * *

“So did you have fun?” Chan asked as he and Jisung found an open table to sit down and eat their food at.

“Yes! Thank you so much for bringing me,” Jisung smiled as he bit into his burger.

Chan chuckled, finding Jisung’s reaction cute, “I’m glad. We should definitely do this more often.”

Jisung’s eyes grew wide at Chan’s comment, surprised to hear that he felt that way. It’s true that he might’ve been thinking more of it than it really was, but knowing that Chan wanted to spend more time with him regardless if it was platonic or not made Jisung’s heart flutter. The more he could bond with Chan, the more he felt like he had a chance.

“I mean… unless you don’t want to,” Chan interrupted teasingly in response to Jisung’s silence.

“N-no no, that’s not it! I do want to… I was just surprised… is all…”

Chan could only laugh again, seeing how flustered Jisung was. He wasn’t really sure, but he was starting to get an inkling that maybe Jisung had a crush on him. Even though this whole amusement park hangout was meant to be for 3racha, he was thankful to have another opportunity with just Jisung so he could test if his hypothesis was correct. “Did you have any last things you wanted to do before we leave?” Chan asked before finishing off his food.

For a moment Jisung sat there, thinking if there was anything else he wanted to do. As he glanced around the park that was now beautifully illuminated in the night, there was actually one thing that stood out to him and caught his attention. “Um… if you’re up for it, do you want to go on the ferris wheel again? Since it’s dark now, maybe we can see the city lights.”

“Sure,” Chan smiled, “I wanted to go again too, actually.”

After finishing up their food and cleaning up the table, the two of them made their way back to the ferris wheel. Thankfully, the line wasn’t too long so they were able to get into a cart fairly quickly. Slowly the cart made its ascent as other people boarded after them and as Jisung mentioned, once they were high enough, the breathtaking view of the city came into view, the street lights glowing under the starry night sky.

“Hyung, look,” Jisung gawked as he stared out the window, “It’s so beautiful.”

Chan took the opportunity to scoot closer to him, slinging his arm over the back of Jisung’s side of the bench as he peered over his shoulder, “It definitely is… but I’ve got my eyes on something else.”

Jisung’s face suddenly began to heat up, hands growing clammy as his heart began to pound. He was really hoping it was him that Chan was referring to, but it seemed too good to be true. He didn’t want to give himself false hope.

“Y-you do?” he answered, not wanting to make assumptions too quickly. As he turned to face Chan, he was startled to see that he’d scooted closer while he wasn’t paying attention and his face was now just a hair's width away from his own.

“Stop me if you don’t like it,” Chan barely whispered before pressing his lips against Jisungs. His eyes widened at Chan’s abrupt advance, his face even more flushed now than earlier as he sat there in shock. “Not gonna kiss me back?” Chan mumbled as he pulled away, his hand going up to brush over Jisung’s cheek, “I’ll stop if—”

Before he could finish, Jisung reconnected their lips, his arms wrapping around Chan’s waist to pull him closer. Chan chuckled against Jisung’s lips, feeling his fiery passion emanating from the kiss and how much he’d probably been longing for this moment to happen… so it was finally confirmed that Jisung did in fact like Chan.

The two gasped for air as Jisung finally pulled away, still slightly appalled by what had just happened. Did this mean… Chan liked him too?

“I guess… you really are a virgin, huh?” Chan teased upon noticing the slight tent in Jisung’s pants, likely from their brief make-out session, “I believe you now.”

“Yah…” Jisung whined as he turned away from Chan, embarrassed, and covered his crotch area with his hands.

“What? I didn’t say it was a bad thing. You’re young, better to save it for the right person anyways.”

“And what if… I think that person is you?” Just after Jisung said that, he regretted it; that wasn’t at all how he planned to confess to Chan. He imagined it being much smoother and more romantic.

“Is that so?” Chan grinned, “Well, if you think so, I’d definitely love to be that person for you.”

“R-really? I mean… not just the sex part, though… I actually… really like you, Chan-hyung.”

“I know, and I like you, too, Jisung.”

Jisung had the biggest smile plastered onto his face at the sound of Chan’s words, tempted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Chan really just told him that he liked him back and this was the first time they spent any time together after their last hang out when he first came out. It was a little hard for him to believe but he also didn’t think Chan would lie to him, especially about something as sensitive as romantic feelings.

His thoughts were interrupted by the cart door being opened by one of the park attendants, who then gestured for them to exit the ride. The two boys bowed slightly, thanking the person as they stepped out of the cart and started making their way back to the van. Jisung was still speechless and lost in his thoughts as they walked and Chan could tell; he didn’t want to interrupt though, so he let him be, following close behind until they finally arrived back in the parking lot. By the time they left, it was past 8 and so when they got back to Jisung’s place, it was almost 9.

“Hyung…” he started, catching Chan by surprise as he parked the van up against the curb.

“Hm?” he replied, turning his head to face Jisung, “Is something wrong?”

“Um… there’s something I wanna try…” he stated shyly, eyes falling to the floor as he awaited Chan’s response.

“Alright, what is it?”

Jisung was hesitant about answering, but he really just dug his own grave. He already brought it up so there was no running away now. “Uh well… do you think we could um… go in the back seat first?”

“Oh?” Chan questioned, cocking his head at Jisung who looked quite embarrassed, “Yeah, that’s fine with me.” Chan smirked to himself knowingly as he got out of his seat and met Jisung in the back seat and shut the door behind him. He didn’t know exactly what Jisung wanted to do but he could definitely assume the premise of it. “So, what is it you wanted to try?”

Jisung froze, staring at Chan as he tried to build up enough courage to share his request, but he kept having second thoughts. He couldn’t help but think it’d be strange and abrupt to just ask Chan to make out with him again, and on top of that he’d probably end up thinking Jisung was desperate. After that little taste Chan gave him on the ferris wheel though, he just couldn’t get it out of his mind; he wanted to feel it again but this time longer, more passionate, and maybe it could even lead to more if he was lucky… he didn’t carry a condom with him at all times for nothing.

After waiting in silence for too long, Chan snickered before finally breaking the silence, “Let me guess… it has something to do with what happened on the ferris wheel.” Scooting closer, Chan placed a hand on Jisung’s thigh, his other hand going up to caress Jisung’s face, thumb brushing over his smooth, rosy cheek.

Jisung barely nodded, eyes wide with anticipation in hopes that Chan would be the one to initiate it again. He barely made out a grin forming on Chan’s lips when he let his eyes flutter shut, waiting to feel the amazing feeling he felt on the ferris wheel for the second time.

For a moment, Chan only looked at him in amusement; it was adorable how Jisung became so reliant when he was nervous, but he was almost certain now that he knew what Jisung wanted. Leaning in, Chan finally pressed his plump lips against Jisung’s, earning himself a little gasp from the younger boy. The hand he had upon Jisung’s face, soon shifted instead to the nape of his neck sending chills down his spine while the hand on his thigh slowly inched higher and higher, giving him light squeezes in between. He could feel his insides tingling from the combination of sensations he was feeling and to add to that, Chan slipped his tongue into Jisung’s mouth without any warning, making his breath hitch in his throat.

Jisung could feel the crotch of his pants starting to tighten again, his burning desire for Chan building up again and intensifying, far exceeding what he felt on the ferris wheel. He never knew that he could be so attracted to a guy in this way, or any way really, it made him want to do everything with Chan and he couldn’t get enough of his touch.

Reaching for the hand on his thigh, Jisung did something completely unexpected; he wasn’t sure if it was his hyperactive libido acting or if he was just that comfortable with Chan now, but before he could even think about it, he had dragged Chan’s hand further up his leg until it finally landed on his bulging erection. He felt Chan smirk against his lips before slightly pulling away to speak. “I didn’t know you could be so bold,” Chan chuckled, fingers curling around Jisung’s girth as much as his pants allowed.

As much as Jisung wanted to reply, his brain was too overwhelmed to form words, only a soft moan slipping out of his mouth in response to the new sensation. Even with clothes in between, Chan’s hands just felt so damn good and he couldn’t get enough of it. “Hyung,” he whimpered, gripping Chan’s bicep to brace himself, “Y-you… can do what you want… t-to me.”

“Are you sure?” Chan asked, momentarily halting his movements.

Nodding his head, Jisung desperately urged his hips upwards, wanting Chan to continue his glorious fingerwork. “I trust you.”

Chan grinned in acknowledgement before proceeding to touch Jisung again. “Okay. I’ll go easy on you… since you’re a virgin.”

“Yah… you always make fun of me,” Jisung whined, inhaling sharply as Chan began toying with his head, “Have you done it before or something?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged, pausing his hand movements again to undo Jisung’s pants, “And I only make fun of you because I think you’re cute.”

Jisung felt his face heating up again at Chan’s words, eyes glued to Chan’s hands to avoid his gaze. Did he really just call me… cute? I must be dreaming…

The air felt cool around Jisung’s throbbing cock as Chan pulled down his briefs, letting it free, precum starting to seep from the tip in anticipation. Chan skillfully spread the substance around with his thumb before wrapping his fingers around his shaft, slowly beginning to pump him.

Jisung struggled to hold in his moans, the skin on skin contact of Chan’s hand on him presenting a new degree of pleasure that he’d never felt on his own. He honestly imagined it’d feel comparable to masturbating, but there was just something about Chan’s touch that felt so much better, though, he couldn’t quite put a finger on what it was exactly. He’d barely done anything, and Jisung already felt like his end was nearing.

“Feel good, Sungie?” Chan smirked against his ear, gently nipping at it before pressing a few kisses along his jaw and down his neck.

“Fuck,” Jisung groaned, face scrunched as he tried to fight back his orgasm, wanting to hold on to the blissful feeling Chan was giving him just a little longer.

“You’re close aren’t you?” he mumbled into his neck, fingers sliding up to play with his slick, sensitive head, “Just relax.”

“God, Chan-” Jisung gritted his teeth as he clenched onto Chan’s shirt sleeve, feeling his insides starting to tingle. He was holding on to his composure by only a single thread, but Chan had other plans, showing him no mercy as he suddenly picked up speed making Jisung gasp. “Chan I’m—”

Before he could even finish his sentence, and intense pleasure erupted throughout his body, making him tense up as his head fell forward, hair covering the profanities that he mouthed as he spilled his hot seed. Chan hovered his hand over Jisung’s member to prevent the substance from shooting onto his clothes, instead letting it drip down his hand and accumulate in one place. Once Jisung finished riding out his high, Chan kicked out a tissue box from under the seat to clean up the mess, while Jisung attempted to catch his breath and collect himself before doing anything else.

“That was… amazing,” Jisung mumbled, slumped back in his seat with his eyes still closed.

“I’m glad,” Chan smiled as he wadded up the used tissues and tossed them into the front cup holder to discard later.

Wearily, Jisung turned his head, staring at Chan through his hooded lids before his gaze fell down to Chan’s crotch.

“Hyung! You’re hard,” Jisung gasped, reaching down to cup his bulging erection when he was abruptly stopped by a firm grip on his wrist.

“You should go,” Chan spoke solemnly, a glint of worry in his eyes, “Changbin is probably waiting for you.”

“But Chan!” Jisung whined, “After you did that for me… I have to return the favor…”

“Another time, Jisung… it’s 9:30 already.”

“But—”

Pressing his lips to Jisung’s, he quickly shut him up, but the kiss was brief as he still stood by his earlier words. “Go,” he said again as he pulled away, quickly opening the side door and hopping out after, “I’ll text you tomorrow.”

Jisung was sad to leave, but he knew Chan was right. Changbin was home alone, sick for literally the entire day because Jisung wanted to spend time alone with Chan. He hated to admit it, but it was an extremely selfish decision and he didn’t even want to think about how Changbin probably felt; he knew it’d make him feel even more guilty than he already did.

When Jisung stepped into the apartment, he found Changbin sitting on the couch watching TV, completely unphased by his arrival.

“Wow. Aren’t you late,” Changbin remarked, his focus never leaving the tv as he spoke.

“Y-yeah, I guess… a little?” Jisung said nervously as he took off his shoes and set them aside.

“So, how was your date?”

“W-what? What do you mean?”

“Stop playing innocent already. It’s getting annoying.”

“I… don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I saw the damn van parked outside at least twenty minutes ago, don’t lie to me! What the hell were you doing in there for twenty minutes?! or maybe even longer, I don’t know!”

“I…” Shit.

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ray-the-fanatic · 4 years

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Gravesbeaks family, Hurt/comfort fluff prompt. One shot

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(last one short for bit now that im working on multiple chapter stories.)

Just a some moment dealing with this awakard family figuering things out.

Everything was dark from under marks hands as he used them to keep Boyd’s eyes covered. While Mark ushered him quickly, Boyd could really only feel the carpet under his feet as they awkwardly waddled across it. There were at least, from what Boyd could think up five better ways to go about this. Another part of him, however, thought this was more fun. It was pretty normal for him to feel pulled by two different lines of thought process like that. Maybe cause Mark programmed more kid like thoughts? Or whoever made the original software did.

“Alright Little buddy ready, to have your circuits blown? Not really though.” Mark said as he moved his hands away from Boyd’s eyes.

Boyd took a moment to adjust to the light, as his eyes set on said surprise. A bedroom just for him, well almost it was more a mix of a playground as well. Boyd walked in further looking over everything before him. The room was full of colorful tubes that were scattered all over the place. That you could climb through with exit and entrance points found in different places of the room. A few of the exits being slides that drop at different heights. Rock climbing walls and foam pits to fall into under them. A built-in playhouse building that functioned as a bed on the bottom. Covered in Boyd quickly counted, ten, colorful pillows. The top of it was set up as a small reading area. From where he stood Boyd could make out shelves with a few books on them. There were cut-outs on the floor for trampolines. Likely just like at Waddle each for different impacts of bouncing. There was also a small desk almost resembling the deck of a skateboard. The desk having a computer set up on it. Boyd ran over to it to check it out, able to tell it wasn’t from any store in town. The room was amazing he thought full of excitement just wanting to explore every inch of it now.

“So?” Mark said as he walked over to Boyd “Like it?”

“Very much Dad, it’s” He paused to think a moment “Lit?”

Mark smiled brightly and took a picture of Boyd standing in the room quickly as he started writing an update to go with it.

“Best room ever.” He said out loud as he typed then watched the screen for a few seconds before excitedly chirping out “ooo look at all those likes, it's blowing up.” Mark held his hands up in the shape of a gun and playfully gestured like he was shooting real ones in the air “pew, pew, pew.”

Boyd did the same and moved in sync with Mark “pew, pew, pew.”

The action caught Mark’s attention right away as he couldn’t help but smile. He placed his hand on top of Boyd's head gently ruffling his head feathers. Boyd happily moved into Mark's palm as he hummed happily enjoying the affirmation from his creator, Dad he meant. One thing Boyd knew well at this point was he often got rewarded for mimicking his Dad or going along with his antics. Maybe it was deceitful, another side of Boyd thought it was like he exploited that fact. He decided not to dwell on that thought thankful to hear Mark speak up.

“Glad that didn’t get lost during your little meltdown at that brats party.”

Mark pulled his hand away slowly as he could hear footsteps behind him. His smile growing brighter when turning to see the man he called Falcon. Though when Boyd looked his inner files they told him he was farther. Who seemed shocked by the room as he looked around curiously. Boyd’s own smile growing when seeing him, he was very fascinated with Falcon since he didn’t see him often. His height alone was enough to pull his attention since he towered over the small android, no boy. He was quiet and calm most of the time and spoke in a stern English tone. His eyes always having that pricing gaze of a predatory bird. To Boyd he was the definition of fierce nothing shook him, well one thing seemed to faze him and make him break that facade.

“Hello Father!” Boyd sprouted out suddenly as he made his way over to him having to stare up at the raptor.

“Y yes uh hello to you as well” Falcon seemed to tense up slightly by that sudden greeting from the boy.

For whatever reason he seemed to be easily thrown off by Boyd, he would freeze up and lost his usual air whenever Boyd got near him. Like he was now so Boyd took a few steps back which was for the best most likely. Boyd tried to keep his smile though to act as if he didn’t notice.

"Hey kiddo why don't you play around in here for now and get settled in." Mark said as he began to push Falcon out of the room able to feel the tension growing in the air. “Were just going to head downstairs for a bit boring stuff, unlike your super cool room.” He added on as he pulled the door to Boyd’s room closed behind them.

Boyd knew it wasn't right but at the same time, he couldn't help it. Quickly running over to the heavy door able to faintly hear their voices from the other side. But, he couldn't really make out what they were saying too well. Luckily being an android came with advantages. Taking a moment to raise up his frequency until he could clearly hear Mark's voice from the other side.

“Does it bother you when he calls you that? I just thought it would be nice so I programmed it in.”

Boyd hadn’t been living with them for long, it had only been a few days since that party. Everyone was still adjusting to this change but Falcon seemed to need the most time for the adjustment. He always reacted the same way whenever Boyd called out to him. Mark made sure to reassure him or would intervene whenever it happened.

“Falcon.” Mark said his voice in a tone Boyd never realized it could reach. It was followed by a sigh from the larger bird.

“I’m not sure. I guess I didn’t think much about it at first when you decided to turn your new project into a means of increasing likes for your social media, so you could go to the child’s birthday party.” He paused “Which I still don’t fully understand why you went to that. When it was just one of your random whims I figured you get bored of the idea. But he’s not an idea he’s here?” Falcon phased like a question.

“Well the little guy kind of grew on me and guess I got attached, I wasn’t really expecting this turn out myself. At first, the project was to make my own robot to be better than Gizmoduck so I could rub it in his face.” Mark said then trailed off for a moment “The focus shifted a bit there and I don’t know the idea grew on me?”

Boyd was listening to every word, it wasn’t like before he knew he wasn’t. Real. He was a robot, android, created by Mark. Kind of. Everything that made Boyd well Boyd was programmed, coded in. He looked down at his hands as he thought to himself. He felt something heavy inside sink into his deepest pits. It wasn’t an actual object but it made him. Feel? Feel bad. In his memory Dad and Farther, no. Mark and Falcon were his parents well they were meant to be. That wasn't real either though. That was the truth. No matter how much he didn’t like having that knowledge it conflicted with his files and it hurt when he looked into it too much. The last thing he wanted was a repeat of his malfunction. His mind was a blank and he had no control over what he was doing. No matter how hard he tried to take it back, he just couldn’t. It was still him doing that but he felt like he had been watching it. Boyd tightly closed his eyes, it was- he didn’t want to think about it. He took a moment to process and pushed those memories away, placing them as far back as he could in his memory as possible. So he wouldn’t have to be reminded of it again.

Boyd moved away from the door and made his way to the bed, he let his face hit the soft mattress. Mark and Falcon seemed to have walked away since he couldn’t hear them in the hallway anymore. That was likely why Fath- Falcon, reacted as he did. The things Boyd could do set him apart too much. Making it apparent that he wasn’t a real kid, and maybe that was why he just couldn’t seem to connect with him ? It was easy with Mark. If he mimicked Mark, he would smile like he could burst from the pride alone. Being basically a walking breathing piece of tech probably didn’t hurt either. Mark liked the power technology offered so Boyd was just the perfect kid for him.

“That’s it!” Boyd sprung up suddenly “I act like dad and that makes him happy so if I act like father too then that should work.!” He said to himself.

...

No less than a few hours had passed when Boyd saw his dad poke his head into the room. Boyd met his eyes and smiled like his usual self, taking note of the slight drop in Mark's shoulders as he seemed to let out a sigh of relief.

“Wanna come out of here for a bit?” Mark asked him “and maybe spend some time with us?” The added emphasis on ‘us’ was not lost to Boyd.

“Yes, I would enjoy that.”

Mark had to pause a moment, he was used to hearing an Engilsh accent now but not from Boyd who he was positive didn’t have that before. He looked down at the young android as he walked by him, arms kept at his sides walking with his back completely straight. A stance he was all too familiar with, didn’t take Mark long to figure out what he was doing. But, he just smiled and shrugged wanting to see where this goes.

Boyd made his way to the living room where Falcon, back to his usual self, it seemed. Was sitting in his scarlet recliner buried beak deep into his current book. Boyd caught sight of it and quickly ran to the bookcase grabbing the first book he could. He went to run back when he caught his dad staring at him so he instead went back to his proper stance and walked to the couch. Only to scrambled quickly on to it as he climbed- up on the couch he got situated and cracked the book open to start reading. Mark looked over to Falcon who was unaware of everything.

“So, kiddo anything you wanna do?” Mark asked as he walked up behind Falcon’s seat, resting an arm on the back of it purposely elbowing his boyfriend when he did so well speaking.

Falcon looked up at Mark a bit annoyed only to get caught by the smile on his face. Mark then pointed over to the couch. Falcon’s eyes following as he looked over to Boyd mimicking Falcon’s usual reading position.

“Reading is fine by me.” Boyd said again using the Engilsh accent once more.

Mark covered his beak as he playfully nudged Falcon, who was more confused instead of delighted by the situation. Falcon closed his book and tentatively placed it on his lap able to see Boyd copy his actions from the corner of his eye. A quick look over to Mark, seeing the smug smile he had made it clear he wasn’t going to help. Falcon just sighed, part of him almost laughed though. It reminded him of all the times Mark had put on his god awful attempt at the accent himself. He looked back to Boyd who seemed to be staring in anticipation at him. Falcon’s tension built up a bit.

“Um, Boyd are you sure that book is a good pick for you?” Was all Falcon could think to ask since he couldn’t make eye contact with him and instead looked to the cover of the book to see the title. “I don’t think 'The Grapes of Wrath' is right at your age.”

“Oh it’s fine, my reading level is above average!” Boyd responded with forgetting the accent as he excitedly spoke. Only to quickly shift back into his act when he realized it. “I do enjoy reading a lot. Reading is an essential skill to have after all.”

Falcon smiled a bit not having spent much time with Boyd so it was the first time he saw him perk with such enthusiasm. Displaying such a kid like enjoyment for the task and the act was starting to grow on him, maybe that was why Mark enjoyed it so much.

"Well being able to read it is one thing, that book may be out your understanding."

“Dad made sure my artificial intelligence can grow naturally so the more I do something I just advance along with it. I like to read so I can grasp the more complex topics on somethings” Boyd looked down annoyed suddenly. That was the second, no third time already he broke character. He sighed and turned his head to the side looking away from Mark and Falcon as he pressed himself up into the couch cushions.

This wasn’t working, by now Mark would be bursting with joy and giving him a pat on the head. Falcon was more a challenge with this game. Though it made sense he was so close off, Boyd had seen him at times drop it when he looked at Mark. With a softer smile and sometimes a playful tone when speaking to him. Cause he cared about Mark. They had a love for the other, Boyd pushed himself deeper into the couch. It felt nice at the moment, it gave him some comfort because suddenly he just felt so alone. Boyd wanted to just escape into the comfort the couch had to offer because it didn’t make him question his place. In truth all Boyd wanted was to just feel he belonged here.

“Hey Kiddo you okay over there?” Mark asked, snapping Boyd out of his thoughts.

Boyd opened his eyes but didn’t move from his hiding place, he seemed to have wedge himself between two of the cushions squeezing tightly in the small gap they offered him.

No, I’m not okay

He thought to himself something wasn’t right with him, he couldn't shake the, feelings? Thoughts that kept fogging up his mind. That same sensation from before like something was sinking inside him. Almost like he was being weighed down by it. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to force those thoughts from coming back again. He didn’t want to think about those thoughts he could maybe delete them? Make it like he never had them in the first place? That could work, then they wouldn’t be in the way he could just act like everything was normal. Like he was normal, just like before.

Again his thoughts were interrupted, feeling the familiar sensation of a hand resting on his arm. At first he thought it was Mark but the size wasn’t right and the touch was more hesitant. Boyd lowered his head a bit to look. Surprised to see brown feathers instead of Marks grey ones. Continuing his gaze up to see Falcon standing over him, his expression something Boyd never thought he could make. Did he look worried? No that can’t be right.

“Are you okay?” Falcon said, his usual stern tone gone replaced by something more soft and genuine. Concern maybe? That alone made him crave in.

“No” He vocalized this time only to retreat back into his safe haven between the couch cushions.

Falcon looked over to Mark who made his way over and sat on the other side of Boyd, laying up against the couch as he lightly poked at Boyd’s head. His own special approach to the situation.

“What’s going on kid?”

“I’m not!”

“Not what?” Mark asked “Gonna say? Talk? Not here? The last one won’t work cause we can see you clearly.”

“Mark” Falcon said flatly to show that wasn’t helping, then turned his attention back to Boyd “You can tell us son” that tone aimed at him again. It didn’t bring comfort this time though it was more a reminder of what was bothering him so much right now.

“I’m not your son!” He let out and drew his knees to his chest curling up into the couch like a small ball, he didn’t want to see their faces after saying it. “I’m not even real, no matter how much I want to be I can’t be.” Everything he had been thinking for the past days coming all out.

“What that's crazy, I built you to be my kid so obviously that's what you are.”

Boyd looked up at Mark his eyes fierce and burning red as the head inside them started to raise “I’m fake!” He yelled out in frustration making Mark grow silent at the reaction.

“I know it, you know it farther knows it.” he tucked his face into his shoulder as his voice grew more quiet. His thoughts messy and all over the place but he couldn’t keep them from spilling out anymore. “I hate it. I want to act like I don’t know the truth but I do. I’m not your son I wish I could be but i’m not real. It’s all pretend.”

“What? But you are real Boyd.” Falcon was the one to speak up

“No I'm not that's why you get all weird with me. If I was real you could bond with me. Dad can but that's cause he made me and he likes when I copy him. That’s all I am”

Falcon awkwardly pulled his hand away then fidgeted with his cufflinks. He happened to catch Mark’s gaze who just slightly gestured to Boyd. A small sigh escaped his beak and he nodded to show he understood. Falcon placed his hand back on to Boyd’s shoulder. He was so small especially when curled up like this.

“Boyd?” He said and like always his voice got the small boy’s attention as he looked over his shoulder to him. “You are real to me and that scares me.”

It grew silent between the three of them as those words settled in the air. The reason Mark was aware of, the answer Boyd didn't have. The truth Falcon wasn't good about stating seeming to bring a clam over them all.

“I scare you?”

Falcon nodded but smiled not helping clear Boyd’s confusion in the least when he did. It wasn’t often when Falcon displayed his awkward side but as he used his free hand to move around in the air. Almost as if it was physically trying to grab at the right words when he spoke.

“I never thought I’d have a kid or family, your Dad’s whims are not in my control well really anyones. You just were an unexpected surprise. I probably should be used to all that now. “ He said tossing a look Mark’s way before he continued on “I’m just not sure what I'm doing.”

Boyd blinked absently as he took in those words. He slightly seemed to follow with what was said. Boyd could understand that though he too was unsure about the whole situation at times. Maybe he was also scared?

“And for what it’s worth, you are able to think freely. I found a good AI to base yours off for that. I think it’s cute when you copy me even if you do it on purpose.” Mark added in himself “Yeah you weren’t planned to be as you are now but that doesn't mean anything really. Most of my plans don’t go as I think they will, doesn't mean I dislike the outcomes.”

Boyd smiled slightly, it didn't really fix anything but it was nice. He moved out from the couch and looked at Falcon as he swept in and clung to his side,in a slightly awkward but loving hug. Falcon froze a moment but Boyd didn’t let go, his father was the one who needed the gesture. Slowly he felt Falcon arm wrap around him hugging him back. It took Mark a full half a second to intrude as he moved over. Throwing an arm over Falcon as he took a selfie.

“Family moments” He said out loud as he posted the picture. Boyd slightly laughing as Falcon groaned in annoyance.

#gravesbeaks #falcon graves #mark beaks #gravesbeaks family #I really like writing boyd #and mark too hes fun #my writing #fanfic

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parkersvibes · 5 years

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finding out peter is spiderman

read part one here

a/n: omg guys. i got so much feedback from you all on part one so i decided to make a part 2. and yeahh i really hope you guys enjoy. if you do lmk and i’ll do a part 3 (:

(i also apologize if the read more doesnt work )))): )

warnings: fluff, a smidge on angst

pt 2. peter parker x stark!reader

• figuring out he was spiderman

• alright you’re a stark

• but no one knows that

• but you’re really intuitive

• so there were little things you started to notice

• after uncle ben died there was some weird shit (if you want a part ab comforting peter ab uncle ben lemme know. he deserves his own part)

• like how he stopped wearing his adorable glasses

•and i guess started almost bulking up????

• he got WAY taller

• and usually you’re used to seeing him shirtless but this one time you walked in on him

• holy mother of god

• IT WAS LIKE HE GREW ABS OVER NIGHT

• BECAUSE FRESHMAN PETE DID NOT HAVE A 6 PACK

• freshman peter also got winded walking up the stairs

• AND NOW HE’S RUNNING LAPS IN GYM LIKE ITS NOTHING ??

• must be nice

• but then things got more sus

• all of a sudden he was skipping class more

• leaving early

• cancelling study sessions and skipping movie nights with ned

• and you and ned were clueless

• you and ned started hanging out more

• MR. LEEDS IS HILARIOUS LEMME TELL YOU

• he was like this little ball of happiness

• you found out his real name is Edward

• HOW CUTE

• and WOW HIS MOM BEING FILIPINA MEANT THAT YOU WERE BEING FED ALL THE TIME OH MY GOD

• ngl pete got a bit jealous

• one night,,, when pete cancelled YET AGAIN

• ned asked you, “hey y/n?”

• “hm”

• “why don’t we ever hang out at your place”

• “i told you ned, my family is just a lot yanno. plus your family and may are really cool”

• “okay but how come you don’t have any social media under your name?”

• “wdym?”

• “like you go by ‘y/n Smith’ but everything that pops up on the internet isn’t YOU”

• “pfff i told you,,, i dont believe in that stuff”

• “y/n, you know you can tell me anything”

• you wanted to be honest. this was one of your best friends. and you’ve been lying to them about your family for over a year now

• “ned i just. it’s complicated”

• “like peter’s family?”

• “nonono, i’m lucky to have both of my parents- well i have a step mom. my real mom wanted nothing to do with me. so she left me on the steps of my dads house. never came back”

• “oh shit bro, i’m sorry”

• “nah don’t worry. my dad is really cool and my step mom... she’s awesome.”

• “what’re their names”

• NATASHA WAS GONNA KILL YOU IF SHE COULD SEE HOW BAD YOU WERE STRUGGLING

• “well- uh- my step moms name is,,, um. well her real name is Virginia”

• THE WORLD KNEW PEPPER AS PEPPER NOT VIRGINIA

• “and my- my dads name is ehm... st, steve???”

• natasha was gonna have your ass

• “y/n,,,”

• “yeah”

• “you’re a horrible liar”

• “PFFF WHAAAT? NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT”

• “dude you left your spiderman fan tumblr open on my laptop that one night,,, and i MAY have done some snooping”

• okay you mightve had a slight obsession with the webslinger. HE WAS COOL. and what better way to keep track of him without alerting your family,,, good ol tumblr

• oh god ned, HOW MUCH SNOOPING”

• “enough to know that you have a weird obsession with that spider guy and that your last name isnt smith”

• so you told him the truth. you were a stark

• and well,,, he reacted with

• “okay cmon,,, don’t lie”

• so you showed him your late night dance parties with Nat when she was feeling goofy

• and your random snaps of steve when he was trying to figure out how to work technology

• videos of you reacting to vines with bucky

(if yall wanna see domestic life with the avengers just lmk)

• which usually results with THE WINTER SOLDIER ALMOST PEEING HIS PANTS. and trying to reenact it with sam or the other avengers

• “heyheyehy y/n guess what?”

• “what bucky?” *is in the middle of doing hw*

• “FRESHOVACADO” *bolts out of the room before you throw something at him*

• only the two of you getting vine and meme references

• (meaning getting in trouble during meetings bc you’ll make eye contact and start laughing)

• OH HIS FAVORITE IS THE “country boiiii, i love you,,, 😛”

• anywaayyy

• ned was SHOOK

• “nowayohmygodyoureanavenger”

• “no ned,,, only when they need me to be”

• *led to him asking 100000 questions*

• “does Mr. America smell like old man”

• “what language does Ms. Widow think in”

• “how many shirts does Mr. Hulk own”

• “so do they wear normal clothes or are they always PREPARED”

• “does your dad have to walk a weird way when hes in his suit”

• “do they ever chafe in their suits”

• “yes ned. we’re stocked up on baby powder”

• which you didnt mind bc it felt nice telling the truth

• ned WANTED TO TELL PETER SO BAD

• “ned no, i don’t want him to think of me differently”

• he understood. but still defended peter and said that hed still treat you the same

• anyway,,, peter started showing up with bruises and stuff which had you v concerned

• “pete what’s up? you’ve been avoiding ned and i and you have skipped out on every movie night since sophomore year started”

• “t’s nothing. dont worry ab it”

• “peter cmon, it’s just me”

• you figured maybe it had to do with ben??? but you gave him his space. you just wanted to be there for him yanno. you didnt want him to shut you out

• “Y/N I SAID ITS NOTHING. FOR FUCKS SAKE CAN YOU LEAVE ME ALONE???” he snapped (and not in the good way)

• and this was on your way to class so the whole hallway heard

• ouch

• so you left him alone. probably more than he meant. but it hurt

• i mean he was your first friend here, and now he yelled at you to leave you alone

• ned felt awful at first. trying to comfort you and tell you it wasnt your fault

• but then he started acting weird. whenever you brought up peter hed be super antsy about it

• you- “i think he got into another fight or something”

• ned- “pFFT PETER? FIGHTING? no way,,, i got-i gotta go”

• so you figured that whatever peter was hiding, ned knew about,, which also hurt your feelings

• so you closed off

• and wow could the super family tell something was wrong

• wanda- “little stark, i can feel your sadness all the way to my room”

• sam/bucky/rhodes- “okay what’s the deal, we’ve played 5 rounds of fortnite and you havent once rage quit even though you’re doing terrible”

• tony- “kid, what’s wrong? everyone here can tell you’re not feeling great”

• nat- “cmon. ive given you 3 opportunities to kick my ass and you havent once complained about me going easy?”

• thor- “lady y/n what is causing you distress? not once have you smiled, i even wore my hair in pigtails,,, and that seems to always do the trick”

• and you gave the same response every time “‘m just tired” “lots of homework”

• they noticed you werent going out on weekends anymore

• so tony figured that your friend group and you were having some Stuff

• pep gave him an idea of meeting his new prodigy

• now tony knew it’d be kinda sus because peter went to midtown but he figured that if the kid kept his mask on it’d be fine

• “dad i don’t wanna see another one of your weird maid robots”

• “wha- no i want you to meet someone”

• “dad college isn’t for another 2 years. if it’s your friend from MIT-“

• then right before your eyes was the insect boy that youve been admiring through the internet

• needless to say

• your jaw dripped

• “y/n meet spiderling, spiderling meet my daughter y/n stark”

• *seconds pass*

• “i uh- oH- um- sp-spidERman, h-hi. biG fan of you- your work”

• *silence*

• you- “oH dad diD you hear th-that? moM is calling mE”

• tony- “what?? pep wouldve called on the interco-“

• spiderman- “y/n”

• you- SHOOK TO THE CORE BECAUSE YOU KNEW THAT VOICE. THAT WAS THE VOICE THAT SOUNDED LIKE HONEY BUT COULD CUT YOU DEEPER THAN ANY WEAPON IN YOUR HOUSE

• you- “p-peter???”

• tony- *shocked pikachu face* “you know each other???”

• you- “so-something like that yeah”

• peter takes off his mask

• “ohmygodpeterisspiderman”

• “ohmygodyourlastnameisntsmith”

• tony- “im gonna let you guys figure this out” *walks backward slowly*

*insert silence*

• you- “so this is what you were hiding, huh?” with a cold tone

• “IM HIDING? YOU LIED ABOUT YOUR WHOLE HOME LIFE TO NED AND I”

• *yelling at each other for another minute. even though you couldnt hear what the other is saying*

• you- *yelling loudest “I DIDNT WANT YOU TO SEE ME DIFFERENTLY OKAY”

• peter- “you really thought id do that?” (heartbreaking voice)

• you- “i- once i got to know you, i knew you wouldnt but i was scared. i didn’t know how to tell you. for once in my life i had found someone my age who liked ME for ME. not for my name or money or my dad. and i didn’t want to change that. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner”

• peter- “... i get what you mean. after ben died everyone gave me that look. except you and ned.”

• you- “why didn’t you tell me”

• peter- “everyone i love or ever cared about dies. my parents and then my uncle ben. so once i got my abilities i knew that the risk was even higher and i didn’t want to put you in that position. i wanted to keep you safe. but it seems like you know how to handle yourself” (referring to the fact that you grew up with THE EARTHS MIGHTIEST HEROS)

• y/n- “so how come ned found out?”

• peter *scratches back of neck* “well- he- i- May let him in my room and i happen to be crawling on the ceiling in my suit and he dropped the death star” *head hangs in shame*

• you had to giggle at that i mean CMON

• you stepped closer to him

• “pete you’re my best friend. you can tell me anything okay?”

• “no more secrets?”

• “no more secrets”

• and you both pinky promise and your thumbs “kiss” bc IF THEY ITS THE ULTIMATE UNBREAKABLE VOW DONT @ ME

• peter parker gives you the biggest hug that maKES YOUR HEART JUMP BC PHYSICAL CONTACT WITH A PERSON AS PRETTY AS HIM MAKES YOUR HEART FEEL A CERTAIN WAY

• but you wrapped your arms around his neck and enjoyed the moment

• wow he is really cozy

• * the avengers are watching from the cameras in awe*

• led to MANY questions at dinner

• and so everything went back to “normal”

• it wasn’t until you went to bed that night that you realized peter said the L word

• WHAT

• so much for no secrets

taglist: @silver-winter-wolf @emmmmszy @everythingaboutnothingsstuff @rexorangecouny @wishiwasanavenger @marjoherbo @nologinisoksothatsit @mindset-jupiter @hpnjrph @soup238

some favs/mutrals: @h-osterfield @starksparker @stuckonspidey @sunshinehollandd @keepingupwiththeparkers @hey-marlie @spyder-bites

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faunusrights · 4 years

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OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 14

IN THIS EPISODE OF THE OFFAL HUNT LIVEBLOG:

On the other end of the line, Cinder let out a tight sigh. “Yeah. Okay, well—I’m in a difficult position right now. I’m balancing a lot. So, that wasn’t, you know, directed at you or whatever… I’m just trying to deliver you to Atlas. That’s all.”

“Yeah,” Glynda said. “This apology sucks.”

CINDER FALL TRIES TO HAVE MANNERS. AND FAILS. BUT SHE TRIES.

it’s been a WHILE but i’m STILL HERE!!!!!!!!! also i’m a little late to the draw and also unlike w/ prior chaps i did actually read this one when it came out so i’ve had my first run already. BUT that means i actually get 2 Focus so lets get this party started

so we’re now entering into the New Umbraroot Arc which Frightens me on a deep and intrinsic scale because now i have no padding to ready me for whatever the Hell is going to occur, but i do know it will be gay(er) than the current content was (is/shall be) and here’s the proof

It had only been a day, but the sound of Cinder’s voice was a relief to Glynda’s senses.

glynda that’s gay. hey. hey. glynda have u been told yr a lesbian. lesbeeb. besbion--

“Not at all.” Thank god. It was one thing to be traveling with Cinder Fall. It was entirely another to have her checking in on Glynda’s well-being.

cinder: my well-being is SHIT but thankfully there’s someone nearby doing WORSE than me, which makes me feel better at least,

“Oh.” Our sounded strange in her mouth.

my favourite thing abt any gay media and content is that it’s gay in ways that hettie(tm) nonsense can only dream of being. when a story is abt a guy and a gal all the romantic tension comes from like. looking at a tiddy or getting naked or w/e the shit. here? it’s literally found entirely in the use of the word our. such power. i love it.

I went from unknown to one of Atlas’ most wanted overnight, which is charming… And also annoying, because they refuse to stop pasting wanted posters on every street corner.

i feel like cinder is the type of bitch to send pics of them back to emerald like ‘is my face ACTUALLY that janky??? my hair is a state. you think they’ll use a selfie if i ask nicely???’

Cinder hummed, affirmative. “Which would be unnecessary, if you hadn’t reported me.”

Glynda returned, “I wouldn’t have reported you if you hadn’t been committing a crime.”

glynda you snitch. you narc. you bootlicker. does be gay do crime mean NOTHING to you,

We left a funny taste in her mouth, almost as strange as when Cinder had said our. She tried not to examine it too closely.

again. look at this shit. this is real slowburn hours. this is how u DO IT.

Her heart was beginning to feel like a pin cushion with all the needles pulled out, little holes left in their wake.

would i be showing my age if i glanced at this and wondered if it were a reference to the inciting og offal hunt inspiration fic or. it does doesnt it. okay moving on.

“Okay.” And then, in an effort to change the subject to something lighter: “I’ve never broken into a country before.”

glynda’s complete and continuous inability to actually like. do what she plans on doing is SO funny to me. she’s going to be stealthy, she says, throwing a man aside in obvious fashion. i’m going to be subtle, she says, being as conspicuous as possible. she’s a disaster and i live for it.

"The Faunus." Cinder's voice was cold. "Don't speak to her."

this part of this fic is subtitled ‘cinder’s rank opinions time’, apparently. not that u can tell. but it is. dsfhgjsdfghjghfjdk

In the silence that followed, Glynda thought of the stunted horns jutting above Cinder's hairline at the restaurant.

Glynda murmured, "That’s a horrible thing to say."

"Don’t start." There was no concession in her words. “I mean it.”

“...I just didn’t expect that from you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

There was something in Cinder’s tone that told Glynda that nothing she said would be correct. She said nothing.

cinder’s! rank! opinions! time! honestly this section victimises me the MOST as i very famously cried over an earlier section in which cinder thought abt all the faunus she grew up with, so i know that kc and diesel were looking to hurt me directly. that said i DO find it funny that cinder, yet again, looks like a pile of shit. she can’t do anything right. naturally inclined to be the villain completely unintentionally. what a moron.

A harsh laugh. “What do you think we are, friends?”

“Well, no—um. Not really, but—”

YOU SEE. CINDER. PLEASE. £10 FOR U TO BEHAVE FOR FIFTEEN SECONDS.

“Then, just—just listen to me. I’m going to get us there. I p-promise.” There was a soft sound, like disgust or the prelude to a gag. “Urgh, your soul—give me more space.”

cinder: i’m inclined to being an asshole glynda: every time yr mean 2 me i’ll make u feel worse cinder: ah no. ah shit. i have to be nice??? ah fuck. what the shit is this.

Glynda thought of Ozpin. It wasn’t a comforting thought—more like the memory of a near-accident, like sliding on ice and feeling the world shift beneath you. It was a flinch-thought, and it would have made her miserable instead of just homesick had she not shut it out so quickly.

god the writing in this fic is so especially pristine. everything feels so real and visceral and you just know Exactly how that feels. it’s brilliantly punchy and i adore the way u get have the exact sensation click into place. it’s SO good.

She wondered if it was the same moon Bacia and Vivienne had looked upon. If they had felt the same beneath its pale light. The Great War had seen two shatterings of the moon, so perhaps it had appeared different, but… Glynda couldn’t help but wish that it was something they shared, even lifetimes apart.

👈😎👈

actually im a little nervous abt doing fingerguns because WHAT IF SMTHNG HAS CHANGED... but i think this bit is. safe. maybe. diesel. kc. am i safe,

Glynda closed her eyes and tried to feel out that instinctual power within her. Tried to know herself better. It resonated around her like a water in a tank, nearly palpable.

again this is just GREAT storytelling. i just LOVE how well kc and diesel turn abstract ideas into such physical manifestations it’s completely unreal. r y’all seein this shit???

upon checking his number, she’d discovered it had been blocked.

i love that glynda is abt as knowledgeable abt little jumps like this as the reader is. are we surprised as a reader? yes. is glynda also surprised? HELL YEAH SHE IS. SHE AIN’T GOT A FUCKIN CLUE MY DUDE.

Remembering the notes to herself not to trust Winter, Glynda opened the log hesitantly.

glynda no yr sending read receipts to yr future gf and thats a bad move on everybodys part

The indicator showed this wasn’t the first time Glynda had accessed the message. She couldn’t remember doing so.

OH NO BITCH U ALREADY DID

“Special Operative Schnee, things are…” Glynda paused, searching for something suitably vague to say. “Proceeding.

do you see what i mean abt glynda’s ineptitude. it’s slapstick levels of ridiculous and i’m living for it.

Do you suspect she’s attempting to cross the border?”

“Maybe.”

‘sure,’ glynda says. ‘you could word it like that if you wanted to.’

“Bold of her, if nothing else. She should know there will—” Glynda skimmed through the rest of the paragraph to reach the end, the corners of her mouth curling. “—can make arrangements. Let me know if there’s anything else you need.”

HGSDFGKHJSFDGHKJDF JESUS CHRIST

its like in fallout 4 when someone tells u important info and when u click past it the main character just goes ‘uh huh’ ‘yeah’ ‘okay’ ‘sure’ ‘mm-hm’ as the text boxes whizz by GLYNDA PLEASE

Bubbles appeared, showing that Cinder was typing. Glynda waited.

And waited.

The bubbles appeared and disappeared four times.

She flipped back to Cinder’s conversation and found that, after all that time, Cinder had finally settled on a reply.

It said:

“Good.”

i just had to pair these up for a second if only to say: dis me lol

okay let’s double back for a second just to cover this Juicy Lore:

If you’d like, I can arrange a bouquet of flowers to be left at your mothers’ memorial site. My thoughts are with you.”

For a long moment, Glynda simply stared at the screen. [...] In quick succession, she realized that it had been sixteen days since she’d met with Cinder in the restaurant and that it was soon to be the anniversary of her mothers’ deaths.

WHAT IS THIS LORE MA’AM AND MX??? **MA’X**??? firstly idk what the HELL the Black March tragedy is but im fascinated but also: did u have to do that. can ONE person in this fic not have [spoilers redacted cant say that yet no sir] problems??? no??? die. dsfhjgghjkfsddf

Glynda picked herself up from the armchair, neat and tidy, and disassembled into bed, pulling the covers up to her throat. With her Semblance, she turned off the lights. She closed her eyes.

It was quiet. Cold. The only thing she felt was the weight of her soul.

Her Scroll buzzed. Glynda answered it.

“Glynda.” It was Cinder. “I can feel that.”

okay following on from cinder’s text message, i just. love that cinder’s having such direct repercussions to her shitty shitty actions. like this is all tying together in some 👈😎👈 instances but having cinder be her usual callous self and having to literally turn around and start fucking Being Nice For Once is VERY gratifying. fuck you you lil round-faced one-braincelled baby. time to learn to have some Manners. jgdsfghsdfghfjd

She’d simply resigned to the loneliness of having no one to trust but Cinder, and then, not even having her.

... thats gay. hey lads is that gay? its gay. it feels gay.

“Yeah,” Glynda said. “This apology sucks.”

this feels like a reference to 👈👈👈😎👈👈👈 (IS IT. AM I RIGHT. IT IS ISNT IT) but also: LOOK AT CINDER GO. TRYING. BADLY. BUT TRYING. i love her she sucks so much shes such a dumbass. feel the consequences. feel them.

Glynda chided herself; Cinder Fall wasn’t capable of remorse, but she was more than capable of simple math. It seemed the worse she treated Glynda, the worse she herself would feel.

glynda: she’s doing this because it makes her feel better, not me cinder in like idk 20 chapters down the line:

(i guess thats another 👈😎👈 moment but for GOOD REASON)

There was a shift, like Cinder was rolling over, or maybe propping herself up. Was she in bed also? It triggered the remembrance of Glynda’s own physicality, and she turned over as well, searching in the dark for the nightstand and the lamp upon it. The light clicked on. The room brightened. Glynda settled in, ready.

OOOOOH THE PARALLELS. glynda turning the lights off and sinking into darkness and the void versus perking up and sitting up and turning the lights on when talking to cinder!!!!!!! POETIC CINEMA. OOF. OOF. HOW DOES FIFTEEN POINTS OF LOVE TASTE.

“Great! Lovely. Glad to hear it.” Fangs rounded out the words like scissors. A pleasant sense of satisfaction unfurled in Glynda’s chest. “So, once upon a fucking time—”

there were two gays and they were enemies to lovers but didnt know it yet. but they will be.

THATS CHAPTER 14 BABEY!!!!!!!! i LOVED this chap and i can rly feel kc and diesel gearing up for umbraroot. its great being able to like. feel the shift of focus goin on here and im SO ready to see this arc play out. once again offal hunt is the best fic ever made. this is a fact.

#rwby #liveblog #offal hunt #i almost typed 'offal hut' which is not the pizza hut experience i want

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danganronpaimagineslol-blog · 6 years

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Danganronpa Imagine | V3 girls getting jealous and their S/O reassuring them (2/2)

A/N: Here’s the second half, thanks for your patience!

Angie, Tsumugi, Tenko, and Himiko x S/O

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: N/A

Requests are closed at the moment!

Angie Yonaga

“Ya-hoo! S/O, over here!” In her usual sing-song voice, Angie called over her S/O.

“Oh, Angie, what’s up? What did you wanna talk about?”

In the morning before school, Angie’s S/O had received a text message from the Ultimate Artist.

6:37 AM: 💖 Angie 💖: gooooooooood morning, s/o! did u sleep well???? i sure did! btw can u meet me after school today??

6:41 AM: You: gm! yeah, i slept fine and of course, cant wait to see you!

6:41 AM: 💖 Angie 💖: nyahaha, im happy to hear it~! bye-onara, see u later!! (✿´‿`)

They had proceeded to be a nervous wreck the entire day, wondering what Angie could possibly be calling them over for. ...Maybe a date? they optimistically considered.

“Well, S/O, Angie has called you here today because Atua is mad and disappointed with you,” she stated as casually as if she were announcing the weather.

Oh.

Despite not even really believing in Atua themself, her S/O still felt the slightest bit offended. “W-what did I do?”

“Nyahahaha, there’s no use playing dumb, for Atua knows all!” Her S/O winced as Angie stared intensely, almost unsettlingly, into their eyes. “But if you really forgot, then Angie supposes it won’t hurt to remind you!”

“Uh, yes, please, er, r-remind me...?”

“To put it simply, you tricked Atua. You promised loyalty and devotion to only His vessel, yet you let yourself be defiled at the hands of another woman!” The artist’s cheerful demeanor didn’t match her words at all.

“I was... defiled?” They frowned.

“Right-o! That short brunette tainted you with her constant hugs and touches!” Angie sounded legitimately concerned before perking up instantly. “It’s quite alright though! If you’re sacrificed soon enough, Atua will purify your soul and welcome you!”

“Angie, wait! Slow down!” Surprisingly enough, the artist did simmer down and allow them time to think. A short brunette that hugs me a lot? ...Ah, I remember now.

“It’s not what you think! That girl, she’s, like, obsessed with me or something. I push her away, yet she always returns. I promise you, I’m not seeing anyone but you, Angie,” her S/O frantically explained, a tad scared for their life.

“Oh, then you won’t have any trouble with her anymore!” she exclaimed with a huge grin. “Atua said that He really liked her blood sacrifice!”

“Wha-?! A-Angie, did you-?!”

“Nyahaha, of course not! Angie’s just joking!” She laughed lightheartedly, and her S/O let a sigh of relief escape their lips. “Besides, Angie remembers her promise to you. Y’know, the one where she can’t make any more sacrifices, no matter how much He wants one?” the artist pouted.

“Y-yes, I remember, and I’m super duper grateful,” her S/O laughed nervously.

“Still... Something must be done about that girl, don’tcha think, S/O?” she wondered. “Anyone who stands between our sacred love must be dealt with! ...So says Atua.”

Her S/O blinked. “Wow, Atua really doesn’t like that girl, huh?”

“He says she gives Him bad vibes,” Angie said with a shrug.

“Angie...” they began slowly, not knowing quite how to phrase their question. “Are you sure that, well, Atua’s really the one who dislikes the girl? Like, it’s not you that’s annoyed with her?”

Before the two had started dating, her S/O had learned that Angie had difficulty differentiating her own emotions from Atua’s. However, at the time, she was convinced all her emotions and actions were because of the god. Despite this, after hanging out with her for several weeks, her S/O was soon to pinpoint some emotions that were definitely Angie’s own: for example, her love for them.

“Nyahaha, who knows? Atua works in mysterious ways!”

Her S/O bit back a grimace. Normally they loved her chipper, eccentric personality, but this really was a serious moment. “Look, let’s try to talk this out before... you do something you regret to that girl.”

“Sounds good!” she agreed.

“So, when the girl gets really touchy with me, it annoys you, right?”

“Right-o!” Angie sang.

Her S/O bit back an amused smile. “Angie, are you... jealous?”

The Ultimate Artist blinked. “Hmm, that’s certainly a plausible verdict! After all, Atua gets very lonely when you don’t play with Him!”

I’ve hit the nail on the head, it seems. “Hey, Angie, if you’re getting jealous, you can just tell me, y’know? No more of this, uh, Atua-being-mad-at-me stuff.”

The artist appeared to think this over but said nothing in response, so her S/O continued.

“I’ll give that girl one final warning to change her ways, alright?” They smiled. “And I want you to know that the day I stop loving you is the day I die.”

“Aww, that’s no good, S/O! There’s still the afterlife to think about!”

“Ah, right.” Her S/O laughed.

“Angie has already secured a nice spot in the afterlife since she’s a platinum disciple, but she worries about you!” She took their hands in her’s. “Angie will pray for you too, so we can be together forever!”

Her S/O softly smiled and squeezed her hands. Even if the Ultimate Artist was a bit weird in expressing her love, her affection for her S/O was nonetheless loud and clear. To let someone like her become jealous of another girl... I must be the worst partner ever, they thought regretfully.

“I love you, Angie. Don’t ever worry about anyone else coming between us, okay? You’re all I need, in this life and the next,” they reassured.

“Angie better be, lest Atua release His wrath upon you!” Despite sounding menacing, her words were full of love. She giggled and jumped on her S/O, squeezing him into a tight hug.

“Atua loves... No, Atua and Angie love you too!”

Tsumugi Shirogane

“Tsumugi, I've noticed you've been scratching at your skin for a while now. do you want some moisturizer or something like that?”

Tsumugi’s S/O didn’t want to bring her reddish skin up for fear of offending her, but they were starting to feel bad for the cosplayer. Scratching and twitching uncomfortably for the past hours or so; it really was a bit concerning. Plus, since she was currently a guest at their home, they felt responsible for making her as comfortable as possible.

“Thanks for offering, but I’ve already tried lotion earlier and this rash didn’t go away,” the Ultimate Cosplayer replied.

Her S/O blinked. A persistent rash all over her body? Sounds oddly similar to cospox... they thought. However, as far as they could tell, despite a slight change in style, Tsumugi didn’t seem to be dressed too similarly to anyone else they knew. However, speaking of which...

“Tsumugi, I’ve noticed that you turned to pastel yellows and pinks, rather than your usual blue uniform. Can I ask why? Oh, not that there’s anything wrong with this new look! You look great!” they added quickly.

“Oh!” The Ultimate Cosplayer seemed unprepared for this question, not to mention a little uncomfortable. “Well, thank you! Yeah, I, uh, just got inspiration from this new anime that aired a while ago. There were, um, lots of pastels, and I thought it would be, er, cool to switch up from being so plain all the time.”

Ah, of course, Tsumugi and her otaku interests. In fact, their shared interest in mainstream and obscure media was what brought them together in the first place. “Oh, cool. What’s the anime? I may have seen it,” her S/O asked.

If Tsumugi wasn’t nervous before, now she truly was. Being who she was, she should’ve been able to pull out any pastel-themed anime out of her brain like it was nothing, but her thoughts were currently a jumbled mess.

“I-I, well, it’s, I f-forget the name... You know, i-it’s, I...?” she sputtered. She began scratching at her skin a bit more.

“Ts-Tsumugi, are you okay? You’re pretty pale and sweating quite a bit; are you sick?” her S/O asked, concerned.

“Y-you know what? Be right back.” Tsumugi suddenly picked up her backpack and trekked into the bathroom, leaving her bewildered S/O behind on the couch.

A few minutes later she reappeared, but this time she was back in her blue uniform, the old pastels nowhere to be found.

“Ah-? Tsumugi, you didn’t need to change! Sorry if my question made you uneasy-”

“No, don’t worry about it, you didn’t do anything.” She sighed.

Tsumugi’s S/O was about to inquire her more, but then they noticed something very odd. Her skin...? It’s no longer red, they realized. No, this can’t just be a coincidence.

They cleared their throat. “Uh, were you, by chance, cosplaying as someone real...?”

Bullseye. A jump and an expression of horror was all the confirmation they needed.

“Tsumugi...” they began, confused.

“I can explain,” she interrupted. Her panicked state had promptly vanished, replaced with a face of solemnness and almost... resent?

“I’ve seen you hanging around that other girl, you know. The one with the frilly pastel outfits,” she said calmly, looking directly at her S/O. “At first, I tried to ignore it. But then she started giving you hugs like it was nothing, and I was... I was just plain terrified she was taking you from me.”

Tsumugi’s S/O’s eyes widened. They opened their mouth to reply, but the cosplayer continued.

“So I took her pastel style and incorporated it into some outfits to wear. I didn’t think it would be enough to trigger my cospox, but I guess really deep down, my body knew that what I was doing wasn’t right.” She laughed softly. “In hindsight, this really was an awful plan. I know that you’re not someone to fall for looks, especially clothing, but I guess I was just... desperate. Desperate for any possible way to keep you.”

“Tsumugi, that girl and I are just friends. Those were platonic hugs, but if they make you uncomfortable, I can stop,” they suggested.

"Oh, no, no, it's fine. I'm just being overdramatic. It's my fault for being so plain possessive," she replied bitterly.

It suddenly clicked in her S/O's mind. This feeling of resent emanating from the cosplayer, it wasn't directed at their friend. She was mad at herself.

Before the cosplayer could utter any more self-deprecating words, they swiftly swooped her into a tight embrace. “You’re not being overdramatic or possessive at all. I’m sorry for not noticing what was going on.”

Tsumugi buried her face into their chest, eyes beginning to brim with tears. “You’re... You’re not mad at me?” She suddenly faced upwards, staring right into her S/O’s eyes. “Y-you should be mad! This is- I’m unforgivable.”

Tsumugi’s S/O comfortingly ran their fingers through her hair. “Of course not I’m not mad. In fact, knowing that you care so much about me, it’s touching.” They laughed softly. “Tsumugi, you can’t control your feelings, so try not to beat yourself up about this, okay?”

“I...” Feeling embarrassed, she retreated back into the safety and comfort of her S/O’s warm chest. “Maybe you’re right.”

“Just promise me that if you’re uncomfortable about anything ever, always feel free to talk to me about it. I won’t ever blame you for anything,” they reassured.

Although muffled, her S/O was able to hear Tsumugi murmur a quiet, “I promise.”

Tenko Chabashira

Tenko and her S/O sat at their usual hangout spot during lunch. Although a few of their friends also hung around them, they tended to only talk to one another. After all, due to a lack of shared classes, lunch and break became their only chances to interact during the school day.

The two made light conversation about nothing in particular, instead focusing mostly on their lunches. However, a few minutes into lunch, another girl came jogging up to Tenko’s S/O, a bit out of breath. This mystery girl had never approached their lunch group before, but no one really minded her presence.

“Oh, S/O...! I was... looking everywhere for you!” She hunched over, breathing heavily.

The Ultimate Aikido Master cocked an eyebrow at her S/O. “Oh, is she your friend?”

“Yeah, she’s in most of my classes, actually,” they replied and turned to face the girl. “Do you need something?”

She straightened up and cleared her throat. “Nothing in particular. Just wanted to hang out with you this lunch!” The girl took their hand in her’s and beamed.

Tenko’s S/O shot a glance at the martial artist and noticed her tensing up. Shaking the girl off their hand with an awkward laugh, they blinked uneasily. “Well, sure, of course you can. But don’t you usually hang out with your own friend group?”

The newcomer took a few steps back, lip trembling. “A-are you asking b-b-because you want me to g-go back to them...?” Her eyes began watering, which caused them to start panicking.

“W-what?! No, that’s not what I-”

“Hahaha, I’m just joking! Chill out, dude!” The girl playfully pinched their cheek, resulting in a barely audible “Tch.” from Tenko.

“Yeah, my friends all just went to the library to study, but I have, like, no homework or upcoming tests, so I decided to not join them,” she explained. “So I ran all over campus trying to find you!” At the last word, the girl lightly tapped them on the nose.

She proceeded to plop down right in between the Tenko and her S/O, much to the Aikido master’s irritation. In fact, Tenko didn’t even bother hiding her face of pure disgust; either the girl didn’t notice or didn’t care.

She continued practically swooning over Tenko’s S/O, resting her head on their shoulder, giving them impromptu hugs, among other things. Right as Tenko felt her temper about to snap, she quickly stood up, looked the girl dead in the eye, and asked her to leave in the most polite way she could muster.

“Sorry, but I’ll have to ask you to leave,” she declared matter-of-factly.

Her S/O and the girl both turned to face her.

“Huh? How come?” the newcomer pouted.

“I have something to discuss with S/O.”

The other girl opened her mouth to protest, but Tenko’s S/O spoke up quickly. “Yeah, I think you should go. Sorry.”

She blinked at them in surprise, looking back and forth between the two people ushering her to leave. Finally, after a few seconds, she packed her things and walked off with a huff.

“...Are you two really just friends? She seemed a bit too friendly to me.” The question sounded more like an accusation.

“What? Of course we’re just friends!” Tenko’s S/O looked a bit offended by even the suggestion. “And I agree, she was really raising some red flags...”

“Then why didn’t you push her away?” she inquired. “You know, tell her that you were uncomfortable?”

“S-sorry, I probably should’ve said something. I just didn’t really wanna be rude.”

Tenko scoffed. “She was the one who was being rude, not respecting your personal space like that!”

Her S/O furrowed their brows in contemplation. Although admittedly not very calm to begin with, they had only ever seen the Ultimate Aikido Master get this fired up around “degenerate males.” Something about the girl had really rubbed Tenko the wrong way.

“...Hey, you know I can take care of myself, right?” her S/O slowly spoke up. After running through a list of possible reasons for her behavior, they felt that maybe her protective instincts had taken control. “If she had gone any farther, I could defend myself just fine.”

“I... That’s not it.” Tenko shook her head.

“Oh. Then, uh, what is it?”

“I know you can protect yourself. I’m not scared of that sort of thing. It, well...” She sighed. “Fine, it bothers me when she acts so buddy-buddy with you.”

Tenko had never been one to hide her emotions, which her S/O was thankful for, especially in situations like this. Communication was never a problem between the two.

“I mean, who does she is? Basically throwing herself on top of you, especially when your girlfriend is less than one foot away?! That’s classic degenerate male behavior!” She threw her hands up in the air in exasperation.

Her S/O laughed as she spouted her catchphrase. “So what you’re telling me is... You’re jealous?”

They were just joking, but the martial artist’s face reddened. “M-me? Jealous?! Jealousy is an emotion for degenerate males that are too possessive over their partners, and as such, I c-can’t possibly be... j-jealous...”

She faltered, realization dawning on her face. So she wasn’t hiding it on purpose. She just... Didn’t know? her S/O thought, amused.

“Haha, hey, Tenko, it’s okay if you’re jealous. Feeling that way doesn’t make you stoop down to a, well, ‘degenerate male’s’ level,” they reassured her.

“So, Master was wrong then?”

He’s wrong about a lot of things, her S/O stopped themself before it slipped out of their mouth. “Well, yeah, you can’t control your feelings. I’m glad you told me about this, really.”

Tenko visibly relaxed, a huge invisible weight taken off her shoulders.

“Hey, next time I come across her, I’ll tell her to stop calm down a bit with all the physical contact. And Tenko, I want you to know that you’re my number one and always will be. I’m... I’m sorry that you had to feel jealous in the first place. You wouldn’t have felt that way if I communicated my feelings more...”

“S/O, don’t blame yourself!” she cheerfully demanded. “If you have time to sulk in regret, you have time to change for the better! That’s what Master always told me! ...Or is that also wrong?” she second-guessed herself.

Her S/O laughed and swept her into a loving embrace. “No, that’s correct,” they said softly in her ear. “I’ll start changing now then... Tenko, I love you. I love your enthusiasm, your pep-talks, sensitive side, everything. You’re the only one for me.”

She almost completely melted in embarrassment right in their arms. “I l-love you too, S/O!” she determinedly declared, hoping the waver in her voice went unnoticed.

A few intimate seconds passed before they reluctantly pulled apart. Tenko fidgeted with her fingers. “I... I kind of feel bad for your classmate. I should go apologize.”

“Oh, ah, right. Haha, I’ll go with you.”

Himiko Yumeno

“S/O, are you ready for some more magic?!” Himiko asked with over-the-top enthusiasm.

“Himiko, that’s the sixth one in a row. Are you sure you’re not tired?” The magician’s mage’s S/O had been invited over to Himiko’s house after school and had since been bombarded by an onslaught of magic displays. Of course, they didn’t mind at all. In fact, they loved seeing Himiko so passionate, but it was a bit out of character. She usually complained about being out of MP after the first or second demonstration.

“Of course not. Today the planets are all aligned so I’m surging with magical power,” she matter-of-factly replied.

“Oh, uh, right.” Her S/O felt that such a phenomenon would’ve definitely made the headlines of hundreds of news networks, but they decided not to comment on it. “Himiko, you know what? We should have a quick break. Even with your boosted MP, a little intermission never hurts, right?”

“Nyeh...” The mage hesitated for a bit but ultimately nodded. “You’re right.”

Her S/O subtly breathed a sigh of relief. Even if Himiko felt as if she could take on the world right now, they still didn’t want her accidentally overexerting herself.

They settled down at the dining room table. The mage had practically deflated after plopping down on a chair, so her S/O found and boiled some tea themself. The two made light conversation, but mostly silently enjoyed each other’s company.

However, the moment they finished their tea, Himiko quickly shot up to her legs, wobbling a bit. “Time to continue the magic show!” she announced.

“Wait, s-slow down!” Her S/O swiftly scooped up the two cups and deposited them in the sink. “Himiko, I know you said that your MP’s all boosted, but are you sure that’s the only reason you’re doing so many demonstrations?” Planetary alignment or not, the mage had never shown so much enthusiasm before. Even when at official performances, she was never this excited.

“N-nyeh? What do you mean?” she stuttered.

“You usually start saying ‘It’s a pain...’ after just one trick,” they pointed out.

“Trick?”

“Er, sorry, I meant after one display of magic. My point still stands though.”

Himiko furrowed her brows in defiance. “I-I told you, the planets are all aligned today, s-so-”

“Himiko,” they chided. “Are you positive that’s the whole truth? I won’t be mad if it’s not.”

“I-I-I-I’m n-not lying! O-o-of c-course it’s...” The mage faltered. “F-fine, that might not the whole reason,” she slowly admitted.

“Oh.” Although her S/O knew something was up, they hadn’t expected Himiko to actually admit it. “So, uh, what is it?”

“It kinda has to do with this other girl,” she murmured. “Y’know, the tall, purple-haired one that’s super good at sports? She’s, like, on the track and swimming team.”

“Oh, yeah, I know that girl. What about her?”

“W-well, I kept on seeing her hang around you. I didn’t really care at first, but then I started noticing her always touching you, like jumping on you or using your lap as a pillow. And you weren’t pushing her away, either,” Himiko sulked.

“I... I’m sorry, I didn’t know that was bothering you. I’ll tell her to knock it off.” Her S/O awkwardly scratched the back of their neck. “But what does this have to do with you performing more magic lately?”

“When I saw how you kept on hanging out with her, it made me start to think that maybe... Maybe you preferred more athletic, energetic girls. You know, instead of people like me.”

“Himiko...”

“So I decided to try harder. I thought that if you were impressed by how hardworking I was, you w-wouldn’t-” She sniffled. “L-leave me for her.”

“H-Himiko, I’ll never leave you! I wouldn’t be dating you if I didn’t love you for who you are!” her S/O frantically reassured her.

“A-are you sure? I know it must be a pain to be in a relationship with me, s-since I don’t do much...”

“I’m positive. You’re all I’ll ever want and all I’ll ever need. Even if you think that your laziness is annoying, that’s what makes you, well, you. And I love all of you.”

Himiko finally let herself sob. She practically tackled her S/O in a hug, who scooped her into their arms bridal-style. Himiko clung to them and buried her face into their chest, blending together a mishmash of phrases.

“I-I’m sorry-” A hiccup. “I l-love you too, and I was just really scared, and I know I should’ve-”

“Shh, it’s okay, Himiko,” they softly consoled the bawling mage. “I know you must be exhausted, so let’s go sleep.”

Although other couples would think the two weird for literally sleeping on dates, Himiko and her S/O found nothing more comforting than cuddling until one or the other fell asleep by their side.

She stretched and yawned in response, shutting her eyes and tightening her squeeze on them.

Her S/O laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

＊ Mod Chiaki

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abigolerant-blog · 6 years

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lets talk: phan

First, I’d like to get this disclaimer out of the way. This is not phan bashing, this is not an attack on the phandom or on dan and phil themselves. the people of the phandom are beautiful people and they are so fuckin amazing

*no, im not apart of the phandom. i’m just a person who knows shit, now let me tell you what i know. do i ship phan? no. do i know phil and dan are together? yes.

BECAUSE,

theres a difference between shipping .. (shipping - The act of one wanting/supporting two individuals involved in a romantic relationship)

and phan (two people who are actually together, and make it blatantly obvious. but at the same time, don’t make it obvious at all to the internet.) it’s different from shipping where the IDEA of wanting them to be together,, because daniel howell and phil lester have been together for quite some time now. it’s a reality instead of a ship.

Let’s take a couple of examples.

You guys remember the whole Kylie Jenner situation? Remember how she like kept her pregnancy a secret for literally 9 months. Remember how news outlets, social medias, and everyone on planet earth called that she was pregnant. It was a huge question that hung up in the air. But there were some HUGE flags that pointed to her being pregnant, like hiding her stomach, dressing in baggy clothing, old throwbacks on her instagram account. AND THEN, i forgot who it was but im too lazy to look. Kylies sister/mother/whatever was being interviewed on television?? And they were like,, “Is Kylie pregnant, like whats the deal here.” and then on multiple occasions, the whole family didn’t comment. they didn’t come outright and explicitly say yes or no to said question about kylie jenner being pregnant. ummm BITCH UHHH.. what do you mean no comment? you could have just said no and got rid of all speculation.. but they made no comments. they stayed quiet, they stayed low. they avoid questions regarding kylie’s pregnancy. AND GUESS WHAT. uhhhhhhhhhh, yea. it was obvious she was pregnant. AND THEN, she came out right after stormie was born and she was like “yea i was fucking pregnant duh” and then she went back to her life after uploading that video and moved on.

now, how does this relate to phan?

Okay, so let’s think about them as human beings for a minute instead of personalities on youtube. So, there were these two guys, right? They knew each other back in 2008, yea? they met on the internet, and then in person and all of the sudden they were extremely involved in each other's lives. now, i don't have to bring up the tweets from literally ten years ago. you guys all have read them. you guys all know what they say. dan and phil’s chemistry was irrevocable. nobody could deny that phil and dan had chemistry with one another and THAT’S .. the tea sis. they CLEARLY flirted with one another, yadda yadda. and i hate to be that bitch but lets talk about that private video for a second, because i know some people HATE hearing about it. you guys know what i mean. sure, respect Dan and Phil by not uploading it or reminding Phan that it existed. but can we talk about how it was made up to be this whole thing that it wasn’t and it was taken down so fast and phil takes down ALL of the things that is related to that video. that’s cool or whatever. but when you think about the things that were said - it’s perfectly logical and applicable that it was real. and I'm cutting you no bullshit. i’m gonna be honest. that video was fucking real. fast forward a couple of years and suddenly present phan is super sensitive about the topic of “being shipped together” compared to the phan where “man phils poster just watched me have sex” and boom, dan and phil are together and travel together and see each other's families and you can all know. BUT WAIT, did the akinator ask us if we’re dating? man we should edit that out of the video, but lets take you on a vlog of us walking around town on Christmas and be platonic. man did that old lady tell us we were cute together on that radio show we did? better laugh awkwardly and cover it up. man do millions of people know we’re a couple? man, we better call each other bros!!! (chillin five feet apart because they’re not gay) but ANYWAYS, there are a couple red flags that i notice about phan and the first one is this:

1. no confirming or denying.

yeah, you know that annoying thing that your friend does when they start a sentence and they say “nevermind”.. and you get frustrated. like what do you know that I don't? and that's what phan does, they do that all the time. they start to have a moment on camera, something along the lines of like “man you’re my best friend, you’re important to me” but then follow it up with a joke that just revokes all meaning to what they said? it’s so blatantly obvious that phan is OBSESSED with how their audience sees them. and i know dan is the pickiest about what we see/hear/know. they’re hypersensitive to what their audience says, but trust me and trust the phandom. their silence is so much louder than words. like mate, you two have BEEN together/LIVING together in the same place and have been around each other mostly year around 24/7 and you’re telling me in that whole span of a decade neither dan or phil have gone out and invested themselves in another romantic relationship? you guys are telling me that these two, tall, handsome people havent found a significant other yet?? and you’re telling me if dan and phil were just bro’s,,, they wouldn’t of found a partner in the whole span of 10 years and didn’t move out to be with that partner?? yeah uhh,, you know why they don’t do that?? I'm pretty sure you know why. we know. other YouTubers know. the ideology of phan being a thing has been around for so long, yet they don’t care to say to explicitly confirm nor deny their relationship. or maybe a simple, it’s complicated will suffice? sure, it’s none of my business. sure, it’s their life. sure, it’s their whatever.

2. taking advantage of their audience

but you’re telling me,,, they create an empire thats HEAVILY Influenced by the fact they COULD (which they are) TOGETHER.. they make a whole TOUR of them TOGETHER, they do videos TOGETHER, they make merch TOGETHER,,,, but you don't have respect enough for your audience to at least give them an inkling of that? your video has to be filled with suggestive innuendos and tour plugging but you can’t even confirm/deny the very thing that has been paying your bills for YEARS? sure, dan and phil are amazing people. they’ve done so much for their fans, they’ve been the core of some amazing artwork, works of fanfics and amazing friendships.. but someone can spend weeks on an amazing phan piece of art and uhhhh, you won’t acknowledge it because it shows you two being innocently intimate like holding hands or some shit? you’re telling me an artist can work so hard on something based on the idea of you,, but it will never get any recognition because oh no.. it’s us kissing :( like i mean this with the most respect possible, like get over it. But yeah, I’m going to post no content except for tour ads for the next three months and oh, here’s some merch. oh you pay all my bills? oh you want us to do pinof 10? uhhh we’ll think about it. yeah,

okay sisters, we’re getting real here. the tea is hot.

hey people of the phandom who are reading this? did you know that you obsessing over heart eyes howell and phil topping (which he doesn’t, hate to say it) that it literally pays their bills right? Phan is complete bullshit, in the LEAST negative way possible. They’re great people, they just bullshit a lot.

3. pandering

You guys know that uhhh, you don’t know anything about Dan and Phil? Yeah, they’re a youtube couple. But they only let you in on the very surface because it seems like they dont want to be every old ordinary youtube couple. let’s take jenna and julien for a second. jenna and julien have been together for a long ass time and they show us the sweet stuff and the hard stuff. but not to where we know EVERYTHING about them. Everything they do is generally appropriate in the privacy sense, they vlog enough to keep us entertained but healthy enough to keep their sanity. Unlike Shep689, you can look up who Will and RJ are, but they were a youtube couple who shared EVERYTHING about their relationship. up to the point where they showed each other in bed at night DAILY, they got married to each other. then surprise, surprise they get divorced. there’s not a lot of couples who survive the wrath of youtube. take liza and david, prankvsprank, anthony and kalel, collen and josh, yeah it’s a lot. but what’s the running theme of these youtube couples that have broken up? they were same old youtube couples that we got used to and we loved. they were just like any other youtube couple and they fucking broke up. i can only think of like 3 youtube couples who have a big following and are still together for the long run.

and let’s keep it real here. the reason why dan and phil don’t come out publicly as a couple for more than just “privacy” reasons, like dude you’re on social media, you’re a youtuber,,, do they know what that is?? privacy is the opposite of being a youtuber but go off i guess uh, they do it because they know if they let the big scary secret out then the whole appeal of dan and phil is gone. instead of being these wholesome dudes, they’ll be known as these guys who have literally kept their relationship under wraps for years on end to exploit their audience for coin and it will be so obvious. how would they even come out as a couple at this point? they’ve dug themselves in such a deep hole by covering everything up on and off camera that to undo it would seem pointless. you would think that ten years after being with someone you’d be comfortable enough to be genuine on camera but okay sis. . . anyways they’re gonna keep up the hype of them being together and milk it until all the phandom converts to another fandom (like bts,, oops) or maybe they’ll fucking come out in pinof 10?

probably not.

so let’s tie this in. think back to kylie jenner right? remember how every question of her pregnancy was avoided, remember how sources hinted to it? uhh remember how silence is generally the biggest indicator of said question to be proven true countless times again? uh tea

they’re actively hiding everything from you ok bye

#phan #phandom #rant #youtube #ships #otp #shane dawson can you hhhh #investigate

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kpoptart216 · 7 years

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The Arrangement (pt 6)

A/N: OKIE IM SUPER PROUD OF THIS PART JUST FYI SO PLS LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK THAT WOULD BE GREAT. Also, this was way too fluffy for me, so prepare for the angst in the future parts muwahah.

The next day, you woke up in a daze. You were kind of surprised when you woke up in a different room, but remembered exactly what happened and calmed down a little. You saw Jimin sleeping in a somewhat awkward position on the sofa. The blanket was slowly falling off of him, so you got up and placed the blanket higher up his body. He always seemed peaceful when he was asleep, you thought.

You realized it was pretty early in the morning, so you decided to make a nice breakfast. You showered real quick, silently admiring the size of the bathroom. You reached for your shampoo, which was placed neatly next to Jimin’s. It was weird seeing all your things next to his. But you were happy still to see this part of his life, no matter how small it might have been. Subconsciously you started to hum to a song, forgetting that your husband was still outside.

Jimin awoke the second you had fixed the blanket on him. You didn’t have to do it, but you still did, making him smile as you turned away. He was always a light sleeper and the couch didn’t exactly provide the best sleeping conditions either. Oh, how he missed his bed. Once he heard the shower turn on, he looked at the time and realized it was still quiet early in the morning. He didn’t know what to do. So, he chose to scroll through his phone. Then, he heard it.

He thought he was mistaken at first. He could hear a faint hum coming from the bathroom, and it was...heavenly. Usually, Jimin woke up in silence, got ready in silence, ate in silence, and left in silence. But his morning routine was now already filled with sweet sounds.

You quickly finished your shower, hoping that Jimin didn’t wake up anytime soon. You carelessly picked out a simple outfit to change into so that you could make breakfast and then get ready into your work clothes later. For such a smart woman, you were pretty dumb sometimes. Because today, you threw on whatever came to your hands first. You wore a black bra with a thin white shirt and some leggings. The shirt hung loose on your shoulders and the wetness from your hair didn’t help your situation either. Without even taking second glance at the mirror, you exited the bathroom, only to find Jimin staring right in your direction.

As soon as you exited, Jimin turned to face you, only to turn wide-eyed. You rarely ever wore comfortable clothing around him. Hell, the only comfortable clothing he ever saw you in was that small purple night dress you wore. But this, this was new. And he had to had force himself to look away, but the image was practically burned into his head. The leggings showcased your legs perfectly and the way the shirt hung on your shoulders didn’t leave much to the imagination. And the way you looked with messy wet hair, oh my. You jumped black slightly when you saw that Jimin was awake.

“Uh, I’ll go make some breakfast..” you said, awkwardly.

“Uhm.. ok. But uh..your shirt is kinda...kinda...” Jimin started as he pointed to your shirt.

You looked down and to your horror, you could see your bra almost perfectly through the shirt. “Oh my god!” you exclaimed as you hugged yourself. How embarrassing, you thought.

You ran back inside the room to change into something far thicker. Jimin just sat and laughed at your cute antics.

You came back out with a black shirt and tried to quickly leave the room before you died of embarrassment. Jimin took this has his chance to get ready. However to your surprise, you found Jimin’s parents awake and sitting in the living room, enjoying their morning cup of coffee.

“Good morning, sweetheart” said Jimin’s father.

“Appa! Amma! I didn’t think you both would be up so early! If I had known, I could have started on breakfast earlier” you said, slightly rushing to the kitchen.

“Don’t be silly dear. We are perfectly fine with our coffee for now and we don’t really eat much for breakfast anyways. Whatever you choose to make will be lovely I’m sure” said Jimin’s mom.

“It will be ready soon, I promise!” you said. Now you really wished you had changed into something a little nicer. At least now you knew to be prepared in the future.

Pretty soon, you had a small strew ready and the rice was almost finished cooking as well. You began making some eggs, something you noticed that Jimin had liked, and set the table.

“It smells delicious Y/N!” said Jimin’s father. “My mouth is already watering” he said with a hearty laugh.

“Thank you appa! It’s almost done, I promise” you said. And at that moment, Jimin came out, ready for the day.

“Ah, good morning amma. Good morning appa!” he said, as he gave them both a kiss on the cheeks.

“Ah son, good morning!” they both chimed. Jimin came into the kitchen, in full attire for work and it only made you want to get ready for work yourself.

“Everything smells delicious honey” he said. It felt so weird hearing the cute name come out of his mouth, but you smiled nonetheless. He reached behind you to grab a coffee mug and pour himself some coffee.

“Well, breakfast is ready!” you said, as Jimin sat at the table where his parents soon joined.

“Oh, you made Jimin’s favorite” Jimin’s mom said and though you didn’t know to what exactly she was referring to, you smiled. Jimin smiled too as he ate his favorite eggs.

After breakfast, the family had dispersed. Jimin’s parents had mentioned that they were going to go out and meet some friends and Jimin had left for work. You were left alone again, and you already missed having everyone around. So, you quickly got ready for work and left too.

The day was pretty long, and you had to finish a lot of work. However, you failed to see the time and you only realized when the sun was already setting and you office seemed to be getting darker as well.

You looked at the clock and it was already seven. “Oh shit! Dinner!” you said, as you hurriedly grabbed all your things and rushed home. However, when you got home, you already smelt something yummy.

“Hey honey. I realized you were getting late, so I got some takeout. It’s your favorite!” he said as he pointed to the table that was already set. You didn’t know what he had bought and he sure as hell didn’t know what your favorite was, but whatever he did buy, it smelled amazing.

“Awh, when did our son become so caring?” Jimin’s father joked.

“Anything for my wifey!” Jimin joked back. Well, it was more of a joke between you and Jimin because you two were the farthest thing from a married couple.

You all sat at the table, and you were really learning to love the experience. This time was filled with many childhood stories and laughter and you knew you were going to miss this when his parents left.

After dinner, Jimin’s mom helped you clean up and Jimin and his father decided to go on a small walk. And by the time you finished cleaning up and finally sat down, they had already returned.

“well that was a short walk!” you said.

“It was cold!” Jimin said while pouting, garnering a laugh from everyone.

“Well, we are pretty tired, so we’re going to bed. Do you guys have any plans for the weekend? We thought maybe we could all go on a picnic at one of our resorts a few hours from here! And Y/N, your parents too!” Jimin’s mom said.

“Oh, that sounds nice. What do you say, sweets?” You asked Jimin. You pondered on what to call your husband, but this just suddenly came out and so you decided to stick to it, realizing it was pretty easy to say.

“Yeah! Sounds good to me too” Jimin says. He too, was slightly surprised with your nickname for him, but he kind of liked it.

“Perfect then! We can leave tomorrow around 11? I’ve already talked to your parents Y/N, and they should be good too” Jimin’s mom said. “Good night kids” she said as they both walked back to their room.

You had decided to stay and finish up some work on your laptop in the living room as Jimin went back to the room. You figured he had slept, but when you finished your work an hour or so later and entered your room, you had found Jimin plopped up on the bed, watching TV.

“Oh, are you done? I can move” he said.

“No no, I still need to change and everything. Feel free to watch!” you said, smiling.

You took your time with you nighttime routine and eventually came back out. Jimin turned to your direction and reached for the remote to turn it off.

“Hey, if you want you can keep watching, It doesn’t bother me. The...beds pretty big anyways” you say. You were on one end of the bed while he was on the other and you could probably fit two or three people your size in between you both. “I’m just going to be reading anyways” you say, reaching for a book you honestly weren’t planning on reading before two seconds ago. You slowly laid down on your bed, pulling up the covers to keep you warm.

“Oh..thanks I guess” he says, turning back to the tv. “It looks like they had already made all the plans before they even asked us, huh?” Jimin said, facing you again with a small smile.

“Yeah, it seems like it” you said giggling “But it should be alright! I haven’t been to any of your resorts anyways” you say back. The Park family owned many, many things. They had invested money in pretty much all aspects you could think of and you could see their name almost everywhere in the country. Likewise, so had your family. Which is why when it was announced that the two you would wed, the media went crazy.

“It’s not anything extravagant. Not like your resorts or anything I bet” He said, still facing you.

“Oh, ours is not much either” you say, assuring him.

“Oh please, I’ve seen some of your buildings and they are absolutely stunning. don’t know how you make it affordable” he says.

“It’s all apart of the business plan” you say, smirking. It was true! When you had finally graduated college with your business degree and then got your MBA a year later, you had started working for the family business. One of the primary things you focused on were making your products and accommodations and such affordable for the general public. And for that, you were well received by both the media and the public.

“Yeah, I heard you had a lot to offer for your company” Jimin said truthfully. And it struck him then, that he might have actually liked you if he wasn’t forced to marry you. You were envied by women all around the country, and many considered you a celebrity almost. But Jimin didn’t like his lifestyle change, and he took that out on you. He felt bad now, but he was hoping that things would be somewhat better now.

“Like you. I’ve heard you’ve contributed many amazing ideas to the company, like the scholarship idea” you said. The park family started giving out scholarships to children who really needed it and for those who were exceptionally brilliant. You always loved that idea, especially knowing that kids were getting the education they wanted and thought they couldn’t afford. It gave them the chance to pursue their dreams.

“You knew about that?” Jimin asks, surprised. Not many people knew about it, and if anything, Jimin wanted to keep it on the down low.

“Yeah, your dad had told me about it a while ago. I always loved the idea” You said honestly.

“Wow, you really do talk to my parents a lot” he said while laughing.

“Hey, like I said, they’re great people, sweets” you joked.

“Thanks, honey, I couldn’t agree more” he joked back. You both looked at each other before starting to laugh simultaneously.

“We probably have a lot to talk about, huh?” You asked, out of the blue.

“Hhhm?” Jimin wondered out loud.

“I mean, we’ve been married for a few months now, but theres still so much I don’t know about you. Like I had no idea the eggs were your favorite. And whatever you bought for dinner isn’t exactly mine, but it was delicious nonetheless.” you said, honestly.

“You caught me there. I just got some chinese food from my favorite restaurant, but i’m glad you liked it” He said, smirking again.

“Oh you thought this was good? You have to try my place, it’s at least 10x better than this” you said.

“Oh please, nothing can beat this” he said, smiling back at you.

“I bet it is!” you said back. “And there’s this really nice dessert shop just a few minutes away and they sell the cutest things” you chimed, clearly excited about the sugar you were thinking about.

“Ok, I’ll have to try it to believe it, but I highly doubt it will beat this” he said, smiling. He found it cute how you suddenly smiled thinking about dessert. You were still somewhat childlike and yet you were so well put together that it almost confused him.

“oooh are you in for a treat!” You said.

“Yeah yeah, we’ll see. So chinese is your favorite food then?” he asked.

“Hhm, I don’t really know if I have a favorite. It’s more of what I’m in the mood for. Like one day i’ll be craving chinese and the next day will be italian or something” you say.

“Same here. I don’t think I could eat the same type of food all the time” he said.

“Well, what other types of food do you like? Maybe I can try cooking them at home” You said, smiling back. You honestly liked cooking as it calmed you down, and trying new recipes was fun as long as it wasn’t too tedious.

“Hhm, well I love meat. I like kimchi stew, and all kinds of street food. Hhm, I like fried rice” he says, as he seriously pondered about his favorite food.

“Hhm thats surprising. I thought you were going to say lobster or something” you said, giggling.

“Hey, I’m a korean by birth and by heart ok?” he said laughing. Both you and Jimin never realized it, but he had also slowly eased his way down and now he too was laying on the bed, facing you.

And just like that, the two of you had somehow started talking about your favorite foods and you ended up talking the entire night. You shared stories with each other from your childhood. You talked about your goals and dreams for the future, and just about everything and anything. Jimin learned a lot about you in this one night and though he first thought of it as a duty to get to know you, he was pleasantly surprised when he kept wanting to hear more. You had a rather interesting life, or at least you made it sound interesting. It was pretty similar to his, so he realized you two had way more than common than he had first thought. He found out about all your favorite things and your lifelong wish to adopt a puppy. And likewise, you learned many things about your husband as well. He told you about how his parents had adopted him after his birth parents died in an accident when he was a little boy. He even told you about last thing his parents had given him, a children’s storybook, which he had managed to lose somewhere and wanted another copy of, but he could never find a copy as it was no longer published and the copies still available were quite expensive.

You had started to tear up when he had told you the story, and it shocked Jimin. He no longer cried when he told the story, but maybe because he had never really told it to anyone anymore. Only his close friend really knew and he didn’t know why he felt so open enough to tell you. But when you had started to tear up, it warmed his heart knowing that you were genuinely listening to each word he was saying and you were feeling every emotion he was.

The TV was still running in the background, but neither of you paid attention to it. The lights were still on in the room, so you never really paid attention to the time either. But you found yourself yawning and Jimin noticed. “Wow, I wonder what time it is” he said, as he turned to the other side to reach for his phone.

“Omg Y/N, it’s already 4:30 in the morning” he said, surprised and trying to stifle a yawn. He turned to face you again when he didn’t hear a reply and he found you fast asleep, clinging on the book you had tried to read.

Jimin smiled at your sleeping figure and while he tried to take the book out of your strong grip, you instead grabbed at the side of his shirt, not willing to let go. Trying not to wake you up, he moved very slowly and placed the book on the nightstand to his side and turned out all the lights.

He was nervous with you so close to him, and he didn’t exactly plan on sleeping next to you, but he didn’t want to wake you up and he promised himself that he would be up before you and would move back to the couch before you knew.

The sunlight fluttered into the room slowly and you slowly turned. You knew that you had to open your arms and face the day, but you were too engulfed in the warmth that you wanted to stay in bed just a little longer. Since when was the bed this comfortable? Or warm? You felt some warm air brush the top of your head, and before you opened your eyes to try and find out what it was, you heard the sound a camera click.

You opened your eyes to find Jimin only a mere few centimeters away from your face and when he felt you stir in his arms, he too had awoken from his sleep. His eyes fluttered open and it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the sunlight. He finally saw you staring wide eyed at him, and in his peripheral vision, he could see someone standing at the door. He turned to face the door with you still in his arms and you followed his gaze. And much to your horror, you found both his parents staring at you both lovingly. Jimin’s mother also held her phone in her hands, which you assumed was the sound of the camera.

“AMMA!” Jimin yelled, scaring you a little as you jumped in his arms. “What are you guys doing here?” Jimin asked. He still hadn’t let you go, and if anything he held you tighter in his shock.

“Well sorry son. It’s already 10:30 and we were going to leave at 11 remember? We tried calling for you both and we even knocked but no one answered and we were getting worried but we found you both sleeping so peacefully and wow your mom just had to take a picture” she said, as if it was no big deal.

“Wait, it’s already 10:30? Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry amma, appa, I’ll make a quick breakfast and we can leave soon. I’ll call my parents too” you said, finally pulling away from Jimin’s hold. You immediately felt colder and regretted leaving, but you had no time.

“It’s fine dear. I made us a simple breakfast while waiting and I already called your parents too. It’s fine if we’re late. Take your time getting ready you both” she said and both her and Jimin’s father sauntered out of your now shared bedroom.

“Jimin I’m so sorry” You started, not really knowing what you say.

“No no it’s totally fine, we both stayed up really late. And like my mom said, it’s fine if we’re late. I’m sorry for sleeping here on the bed...” he said, running his hands through his bed head which you found incredibly adorable.

“Oh about that. If your parents might come back in here one night, maybe it’s best that you continue sleeping on the bed. Afterall it’s big enough” you said. You couldn’t risk having his parents walking in and finding you both sleeping separately.

“A bed so big and we still ended up as close as we did” Jimin joked and immediately regretted the words that came out of his mouth. He meant it as a joke and didn’t think before he talked, but he blushed at his own words and found you blushing too.

“Uhh, I’ll go get ready” you said, running into the bathroom.

Both you and Jimin got ready as you quickly as you could and ate a quick bite before heading out with his parents. Your parents had agreed to meet you there and while driving to the resort, you had a smile on your face the entire time. You were excited to see your parents afterall.

Jimin turned to look at you a few times as he drove and he was surprised that the smile never left your face. He found himself smiling too. Meanwhile, his parents in the back seats were watching you both and though it silent in the car for most of the ride, it was a comfortable silence as everyone enjoyed as the view changed from the cityscape to the beautiful beaches.

You eventually met up with your parents and had a wonderful lunch on this hill facing the mountain with the resort right in the back. You all shared more stories together and for whatever reason, Jimin didn’t leave your side.

He enjoyed listening to the stories your parents told about you and your childhood and he realized you had left out most of your embarrassing childhood stories last night. But he could recognize a few stories and he smiled along, happy that he had actually heard it before.

You smacked your dad’s lap playfully when he continued with the embarrassing stories, but Jimin interjected “Hey let him finish! You never tell me all the embarrassing stories, so this is a treat!” he said.

“I don’t tell you for that reason, sweets!” you pouted and Jimin couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled you into a small hug. The skinship shocked you for a second but you quickly relaxed into his arms. You missed his warmth.

After some time, the parents began to converse amongst themselves and you and Jimin just watched as the conversation unfolded. Jimin nudged your side “Want to go on a walk? I can show you a bit more of the resort?” he asked.

The parents had stopped conversing for a second, only to say “That’s a wonderful idea, Jimin. Go take some private time for yourselves”

Jimin stood up and gave you his hand to help you stand up. You figured he would let go after, but instead he intertwined his fingers with yours and pulled you along to the small path on the hill.

You didn’t pull your hands away, figuring it was only till your parents couldn’t see anymore, but to your surprise, he didn’t pull away even when they were out of sight.

“Hey Y/N?” he started. “I was thinking...”

“Yeah?” you said, looking at him. By this time, the sun was beginning to set and as Jimin turned to you, he swore you never looked more beautiful. You dress flowed along with the breeze, and night was slowly getting colder, but just in that moment, with the perfect lighting, he swore you were perhaps the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. And in that second, his father’s words rang in his ears. You got lucky with her.

“I know, we didn’t start off on the right foot when we got married, and I really regret not having the chance to get you know earlier” he said.

“Ohh..Well, I feel the same way. I wish we gave each other a chance” you said, honestly.

“Well, you did. You tried to get along as far as I can remember. You tried to make small talk and I would just shut you out and that wasn’t fair. I just want you to know that I didn’t hate you. Rather, I was just hating the situation I was thrown in. I hope you can forgive me” he said honestly. At some point, he had started to rub small circles on your hand and you loved the sensation. You had gripped his hand slightly harder.

“No, I’m sorry too okay? I stopped trying at some point as well. And I can’t say that I was too happy with the situation either, but I’m glad we’re at least talking now” you said back. You swore you could have started crying by how happy you were in this moment. It’s not like he was professing his love for you or anything, but just the chance that you could have a friendly relationship with him made you happy.

“I am too” he said, smiling back at you. “I was thinking that...that maybe...maybe even after my parents leave...we could give this a try” he said as he pointed between you and him with his free hand.

“What do you mean?” you said as your heart raced. You had a hunch of where he was going, but you needed to know for sure.

“I mean...why don’t we give us a try? Give this marriage a try? I know we’re both in it to keep our parents happy but... maybe we can find happiness somewhere along the line too” he said as he looked intently at you.

“I...would love that...sweets” you said back. You heart was racing a million miles per second and you didn’t know how you had it in you to try and lighten up the mood at the second but you were glad you did.

“Thanks...wifey” Jimin said with a hearty laughter.

A/N: YO ITS NOT OVER YET. I REPEAT,

I A M N O T D O N E.

hope y’all liked this part, because i actually for once did. Also this was hella long, sorry not sorry.

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Fire In The Sky - Chapter Four

Summary: Phil feels like the odd man out at the fire station he works at, until he gets to know Dan more.

Rating: T/M

Words: 2K

Trigger warnings: Fire

Notes: i will add this to the masterlist and other sites tomorrow im getting v tired lol

Dan resisted texting Phil over the remainder of the weekend. He did not want to bug the man. But he was also still concerned for Phil. It was the first time he’d seen Phil display so much anxiety.

On Monday morning, Dan greeted Phil when he entered locker room and said, “How are you?”

“Uhm,” Phil said, taking in Dan’s concerned look and attempting a smile. “Fine. How are you?”

“Not bad,” Dan said with a smile. “You have a good weekend?”

“Yeah, it was fine,” Phil said.

Phil turned away to start changing, also allowing Dan to continue changing.

Phil seemed more relaxed that morning, but Dan wasn’t completely fooled. He remained observant over the week. They chatted while at work, and engaged in light discussion regarding music and other media.

On Friday, they got a call.

Immediately, the men stopped what they were doing. They all set aside what they were working on and went to equip their gear. Boots squeaked as they went into the garage and climbed onto the fire truck. A few of them called out in their booming voices, reminders of protocols and reminders to hustle.

Dan was aware of Phil just behind him. He climbed up onto the truck, and then offered Phil his hand. He took the offering and pulled himself onto the large vehicle.

The garage doors opened and the men exited the building on the truck.

Traveling through the city was Dan’s least favorite part. Whenever they approached cars he feared they would not have a clear path. However, to his relief, they did not encounter much difficulty on the roads.

A plume of smoke slowly became visible as they approached the address they were called for. It was a home in a neighborhood. In a way, Phil was relieved. Only one family was affected this way. No matter any amount of people affected was a tragedy. However, if only a small building caught fire it usually meant less people were hurt. To their relief it appeared the entire family was on the lawn.

As they approached, the family watched. They seemed to be in shock, but seemed safe. Men jumped off of the truck. Someone instructed the family to sit, while a few of the men set to work on putting the flame out. The flames were billowing out of the front window, causing the ceiling to cave in.

“Is anyone inside?” Dan asked the woman who appeared to be the mother. She was a brunette, wide-hipped, woman.

“No,” she said, but began to weep.

Neighbors were watching curiously. Another one of them asked people to stay a safe distance from the house. Police quickly pulled up as well as an ambulance.

“Do you need anything from the house?” Dan asked

“Just my laptop,” she said through short breaths. “It has,” she stopped, and looked at the home with wide-eyes, “all my pictures!” She burst into a fit of sobs and the man who seemed to be the father of the family, quickly pulled her into his arms.

“Where is the laptop?”

“The office,” the father said

Dan quickly turned to the house. The front entrance way was, miraculously, not obstructed, as the other men had just entered through there as well.

“Everyone is safe,” Phil explained to the police when they approached as he was remaining outside.

“Good,” a female cop said, and approached the family who were now sitting around the back of the ambulance.

A woman pulled up in a blue-car, parked off to the side of the road. “Oh my god.” This woman approached the ambulance. “Carol, I can’t believe-!”

“Ma’am, you need to stay back," the female officer said to the woman.

The woman who must’ve been named Carol, said, through a sob “No, please let her by.”

The officer obliged.

“Carol I’m so sorry!”

This woman comforted the mother of the family of five as she sobbed.

Phil surveyed the scene. This neighborhood seemed relatively new, quiet, and calm. It didn’t seem right to him. Most home fires were caused from old buildings having some sort of electrical issue or leak of some kind.

He looked over the neighborhood. Most families were standing on their front porches, or lawns, or even further down in the middle of the street.

The police were explaining to the father that they would hold an investigation to determine what caused the fire. Then Phil noticed one man, who was walking down the street as if he were bored of the scene. As if he had seen enough. For a moment he thought he might’ve been familiar, but then his attention was brought to Dan bringing the laptop out of the home and to the family.

Later that afternoon, their boss, Jake, was congratulating the men on a job well done. However, the entire incident still did not sit right with Phil. He kept the suspicions to himself.

The other men were discussing going for a beer after the end of the shift. Phil though, excused himself from it and went home, insisting that he was too tired. Dan did the same, claiming he had important errands to run as he did not want to bother, considering that Phil opted out.

However, when Phil left the building, Dan rushed to catch up. He tossed his things into his locker and pulled on his jacket as he headed out to the parking lot.

“Hey Phil!” he called out.

Phil stopped at his own car and turned around to look at Dan.

“Yes?” Phil said.

“I was wondering. Because I haven’t really properly thanked you for before. That we could do lunch or something tomorrow.” He quickly rattled off the name of a restaurant he hoped Phil would like.

“Oh, I don’t know. I really am awfully tired.” He insisted.

“Uh, well. Okay,” Dan said. “But let me know if you change your mind.”

“Okay,” Phil said.

“Have a good night,” Dan said and Phil replied: “You too.”

Dan frowned as he turned away and headed towards his own vehicle.

Over the weekend, Phil remained at home with the door locked and the blinds pulled. He never had a preference for living alone or with company. But until recently, he would have really preferred living with another person.

On Sunday morning, after he did his work outs, he decided to send Dan a text.

What are you doing today? I’m down for lunch.

On the other side of town Dan had just made his morning smoothie after going for a run. Due to the noise level of the blender, he didn’t notice he had gotten a text until he sat down at his dining table. He took a sip as he unlocked his phone and seeing that Phil texted him, he nearly choked.

He coughed and set the smoothie aside to reply.

Not much, Dan replied. What time would you like to go?

Maybe 1? Was Phil’s response.

Okay. I’ll meet you there then.

Dan anxiously downed his smoothie and then took a shower to prepare for lunch.

He rarely gelled his hair down for anything outside of work, but decided to, just for lunch. He also wore his best jeans, but convinced himself that he was just wearing his favorite.

“Whatever,” he eventually mumbled to himself.

He wanted to arrive before Phil, so he left early. Over the drive there, he considered asking the host at the restaurant to sit at the bar, or if they should sit in the dining room.

He reasoned that the bar might be more casual and comfortable to sit at. It’s not as if they were on a date or anything, Dan thought to himself as he approached the restaurant.

He found a parking space and went into the cool, air-conditioned building. Once inside the host directed him to the bar and once he was settled at a stool, he texted Phil to let him know he was there.

After hitting send he took a breath and wiped the palms of his hands on his jeans. The bartender, a black woman with her hair tied back, greeted him.

“What can I get you today?” she asked.

“Just a water for now. I’m waiting for someone.”

“Alright,” the woman said and a few moments later she returned with a water, placing it in front of him from across the counter.

The bar had an open window, where people were sitting at. He idly, distractedly, people watched for a few minutes, until he noticed a figure at his left.

He glanced up to see Phil climbing onto a bar stool.

“Hey!” Dan smiled widely.

“Hey,” Phil said somewhat quietly. He settled into the stool and sighed.

“Are you having a good weekend?”

“It’s okay,” Phil said. “And yours?”

“Not too bad,” Dan replied.

They chatted idly for a few moments, and then the bartender approached them. She offered beer as well as one of the restaurants signature drinks.

Phil had looked over the menu and named what he wanted and Dan decided to take a beer.

“Okay, I’ll get that going right now.”

They continued to chat as they watched her make the fruity drink Phil asked for.

“It’s always fun to watch them make those,” Dan said, referring to mixed drinks.

“Oh, yeah,” Phil agreed.

When the woman returned with their drinks, she asked if they were ordering food as well.

“Uhm, yeah,” Phil said.

“But not yet,” Dan jumped in.

“Okay,” the bartender smiled at them. She left them to their drinks.

Phil glanced around the restaurant. Dan glanced at him.

“Uh, this place is nice,” Phil said.

“Oh. Yeah, it’s like my favorite.”

“Can I actually ask you something?” Phil said quietly, glancing around again.

“Sure,” Dan drawled cautiously.

“That last call we got… Did it seem strange to you? At all?” Phil asked, lower this time.

“No?” Dan said.

“I just. Okay, nevermind. Anyways.” Phil shrugged and went on to mention a new album that was recently released. He turned his glass around and around in between each hand.

Dan paused before responding, watching Phil carefully. To Phil’s relief, Dan didn’t press the issue further.

Over the next hour they discussed lighter topics. They ate and drank and watched the television that was running on the wall above the bar.

Phil seemed to grow more relaxed over the hour. Maybe it was his drink. But after a little while, he stopped looking over his shoulder, Dan noticed.

He felt as if there was something Phil was not sharing.

“So,” Dan began as he paid and was waiting for the receipt. “I just want you to know,-“ Dan began, but Phil stopped him.

“I know what you’re gonna say,” Phil said. “And honestly I was just doing my job.”

“No, I know, but its worth more than just, like, “let me buy you a beer.”” Dan argued. “Like you buy someone beer if they help you move, you know what I mean.” Dan paused. “You saved my freaking life.”

“Yeah, but-.”

“I just want you to know. Honestly, if you ever need anything. You can let me know, okay?”

Phil pursed his lips and said, “Okay.”

“Okay,” Dan said.

“Thank you so much for coming in,” the bartender said as she returned the receipt and check book to Dan.

“I’ll tip,” Phil insisted, taking the book from the counter. He slipped some money into the book and returned it to the counter for the bartender.

“Okay.”

The both of them slipped off of their bar stools.

“I’ll walk you out to your car,” Dan said and Phil did not argue.

Maybe Dan had been buzzed from his beer, or he was feeling slightly emotional, but something caused him to pull Phil into a quick, tight hug. He released Phil before he could even reciprocate.

“Uh, okay.” Phil said. “See you later.”

“Have a good night. Drive safe. Etc. Etc.” Dan said as he pulled open the drivee side door for Phil, allowing him to climb in.

Dan returned to his own car, waited and watched while Phil pulled away so he could wave, and then climbed into his own car.

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