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readingsbylibramc · 3 years

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birth chart reading for @screechingbangtansonyeondanrmpie

hello! welcome to your reading. I’m gonna give you a quick overview of what I’m going to analyze about your natal chart. feel free to ask me anything if something isn’t clear, of course. you’ll find out your dominants’ influence on your persona, your physical appearance, impression on others and the way you approach the world; your ego, identity, the real you; your reactions, your desires, inner emotions; your way of expressing your feelings, your mind and ideas; your desires and approach to love; your energy tank, instincts and temperament; in-depth analysis of each house with their rulers and analysis of heavy aspects; love life + soulmates/karmic partners interpretation; your relationship with your friends; your family life; your approach to career and work in general + possible jobs suggestion; your style, fashion sense analysis; life purpose and past life description; basic transits’ analysis to describe your current mood and, last but not least, your secret skills, how to make the most out of your soul and manifest what you desire based on your birth chart.

🦋 chart shape, dominants

your chart is a locomotive shape. this means that you're a very ambitious person, with a lot of energy. saturn has a big influence on you, and your life revolves around achieving your goals and dreaming in big. the empty part of your life is what you have to develop, hence your relationship with friends and lovers.

your dominant planets are venus, the sun and saturn. you are very creative, you probably come up with innovative ideas easily as you're able to understand others' emotions. you're also extremely smart and intelligent, you are strongly motivated to pursue your goals, even though you could sometimes be a bit bossy.

your dominant sign is libra. you're overall a peaceful person, you try to avoid conflicts if possible, even though sometimes you could have a sharp tongue. you're a romantic person, maybe too much. you hold unrealistic expectations of people, hence you often get disappointed when things don't turn out the way you thought. you're able to see both sides of an argument, and that's both good and bad. in fact, you're very objective, and most probably your opinions are right; yet, it may be annoying for people that are venting to you, as you could constantly point out their mistakes, even though you don't do it out of malice.

your dominant element is air. in your life, you adore seeking for knowledge of any kind. you may be interested in studying different subjects, from those you study at school like science, maths, literature etc. to more unconventional ones, such as astrology, psychology, criminology and so on. you enjoy interacting with people; even if you’re not that sociable, you’ll still be interested in their point of view and their ideals, as you see it as a way to expand your own mind. you’re also interested in vintage, and you may have a retro aesthetic or just like history in general.

🌎 ascendant in libra, 16° / 2nd decan ruled by venus and uranus

you're naturally likeable, you have a particular charm to you that makes everyone drool over you. you're very nice and outgoing, you always try to make others feel at ease. you're very considerate of others' feelings. you strive for fairness and justice, it's the way you approach others and the world. basically, you treat others like they treat you: if they're kind with you, you'll be very sweet. otherwise, you'll turn very sarcastic and harsh, almost cold at a certain point. you're very opinionated, you always feel the need to express your thoughts as you're very proud of them. in addition, since you always decide whether something is right or not, you may come off as a know-it-all. on the other hand, you're very sociable and you enjoy being in company, doesn't matter whether you're with your family, friends, lover etc. you may get to know many people throughout your life, but your friendships may not be much stable. you are surrounded by people, but you could feel lonely particularly often. I also need to point out that libra is ruled by venus, the planet of beauty. you're most likely very attractive and magnetic. even if not necessarily conventionally, people find themselves attracted to you. you may have sparkling doe eyes, with also full lips and a defined cupid's bow. your face is more on the longer side, perhaps you have an heart-shaped face, with high cheekbones and a pointy chin. you may also have naturally amazing, fluffy and flowing hair. your body is also very feminine, with a lot of curves and softness to it. it's very romantic, to sum up. also, your hair is probably naturally beautiful; it could be curly, or at least it's very thick and healthy-looking, even if you don't take much care of it.

libra ascendant conjunct libra sun: you're a genuine person, and you show yourself for who you are. you don't wear a mask, and you want the same authenticity from others as well. you leave a positive first impression on others, as you're very friendly and kind. you have this particular charisma to you, that makes you look both bubbly and mysterious. you have a bright personality, you're always kind to others. yet, there's something in your eyes that projects all of your fears and inner emotions. it's very magnetic, but some people may take advantage of that. think twice before opening up to someone, as not everyone is as honest as you are. this placement may give one a big ego, but combined with insecure 12th house placements, I think it's a great combo. you're confident, but not bossy. or maybe, you have contrasting feelings; one day you could lead a riot, the other day you just want to hide under your sheets.

libra ascendant conjunct libra mercury: you enjoy communicating and intellectualism. you’re very curious about everything that surrounds you. you love expanding your knowledge, ideas and mind in general through communication, interactions and media. you have the ability to adapt quickly to new situations; your mind is fast, usually impulsive, even though this energy may not be much prominent; it may be perceived differently due to your libra energy, in fact. that’s because libra prefers organizing things, rather than acting impulsively. yet, this placement still helps you being adaptable to changes, even though you may only be able to see it after a few years if you manage to balance it well. you may also be able to match the energy of the people you’re talking to in order to be perceived as more likeable and connect with everyone on a deeper level. you may be fond of books, poetry, literature… both writing and reading. it’s also a way to let yourself tune to your emotions. since you’re constantly mentally active, physically you may also tend to play with your fingers or hair, or maybe you tend to gesticulate while you speak. appearance-wise, I assume you’re at least of average height, with long limbs and fingers. you have something small about your face; you may either have a small nose, or eyes, lips etc. same thing goes for your bones. you may be naturally skinny, or perhaps you have healthy curves. you also tend to look younger than you actually are, especially when growing up.

libra ascendant conjunct libra mars: your approach to the world is spontaneous, you don't like thinking before acting. you don't really do this with malice, though; you're just very honest. even though you appear really confident to others, you may find yourself feeling a little insecure. that comes from the fact that you're a perfectionist, even though you want to be perfect to show it to others rather than for yourself. hence, you feel pressured. even though you may appear as rude, once you get to know someone you truly care about you're willing to control yourself, just for them. that's how far you'd go for someone you love. physically, individuals with mars conjunct the ascendanr are usually very fast, active and athletic in general. you may walk fast, and you have quick reflexes. they are also fit; even if they're overweight, their body will still look good, with a nice and toned structure. you may have strong, almost masculine features: thin lips, thick eyebrows and lashes, broad shoulders, sharp nose...

🌞 sun in libra, 19° / 2nd decan ruled by venus and uranus

this is the most romantic and kind-hearted libra decan. you are very intuitive, you understand others’ real feelings very easily. you’re very polite and mannered, you have this innate elegance about you that could make people jealous. you may even come off as snob. even though your libra stellium may make you look flaky, once people get to know you you’re actually very reliable and trust-worthy, as you are a person of strong morals. you may unconsciously manipulate people, but you don’t do it with malice. in fact, you’re probably not even aware of it most of the times. you’re reserved, and you don’t like being the centre of attention, despite craving compliments. nonetheless, you still like getting to know new people; you’re the type to know everyone, but you may struggle to find actual best friends, as your bonds with people are quite undeveloped and superficial. you have a nice sense of humor, and you may rely on sarcasm a lot. you’re also the type that doesn’t like to accept her mistakes. probably, when you were a child you used to scream 'it’s not my fault!’ in every occasion. in life, you strive for equality and fairness. for example, you don’t want to give less than someone else, you would feel guilty about it. at the same time, you don’t want to be the one that gives more either; you’re afraid that people could take advantage of you. therefore, balance is what you find the most pleasant.

libra sun conjunct libra mercury: you express your ego and identity through your words and ideas. you’re very opinionated and you protect strongly your beliefs. after all, you probably came up with your ideals after thinking deeply about them, you were too precise to be wrong. you’re also probably an avid reader, and you could do well in writing yourself, as you’re able to properly convey your ideals with your words. also, your heavy libra dominance makes you naturally good at writing poetry, or even romance. your mind is very active, and you feel comfortable letting all your thoughts out. it’s actually a way to relieve stress. you also have a wide vocabulary, and you’re capable of making a formal speech if you have to. you have a memorable way of speaking, as your words are very sharp. it’s hard for you to be ignored for your intellect.

libra sun conjunct libra mars: with this placement, you may be way more straight-forward than the typical libra. you are very impulsive and honest above all, you say things as they are. you don't get hurt easily, you're able to be very brave when you want to, and even if you do get emotionally hurt, you know how to stand up for yourself again. you strive to achieve your goals and make your dreams come true, you're an hard-worker. some may call you impatient, and you may actually be, but in reality you just can't wait for things to happen. for example, let's suppose you're going to the mall to buy the playstation you always wanted. you'd start only thinking and talking about that playstation until you actually get it in your hands. you get easily excited. also, this is another placement that indicates that is hard not to notice you. you have a very strong charisma that makes others stare. you strive to be the number #1 at whatever you do, you're a serious competitor and you'd do anything to win and achieve your goals.

🌙 moon in libra, 5° / 1st deca ruled by venus

the most romantic and affectionate libra decan. in life, you strive for equality and fairness. for example, you don’t want to give less than someone else, you would feel guilty about it. at the same time, you don’t want to be the one that gives more either; you’re afraid that people could take advantage of you. therefore, balance is what you find the most pleasant. ironically, you struggle to keep the same balance in yourself, though. you may appear a bit emotionally cold, as you don’t feel comfortable showing your true self due to your secrecy. you come off as kind of analytical, but you’re actually very romantic. you wish the world was just filled with love and peace, and you that you didn’t have to worry about malice or anything of that type. you hate vulgarity, and you try to be as kind as possible with your words, even though you may be too straight-forward and fail at that. even if you’re an introvert, you may know a lot of people. yet, you have troubles actually creating close bonds with others. you basically have more acquaintances than friends. you’re a nice mediator, you know how to get along with others and make others get along.

libra moon conjunct libra mars: you aim for greatness. this is where your strong desire to be the #1 comes from, pretty much. you're very proud of yourself, and you don't like to acknowledge your mistakes. you always want to look like you have your life together, even in certain moments when you feel lost. I would say that this is a sort of self-sabotaging mechanism, as you can literally go as far as forcing a smile if it shows the world that you can stand by yourself. overall, I would say you deal with your emotions in a very 'child-like' way. you tend to preserve yourself more, unless someone really special to you is involved. in fact, moon conjunct mars makes you really protective of your loved and trusted ones, even though they're not many because of your high standards. you're also very honest, you speak from your heart. while it's a positive trait, you may be too blunt and ruin your relationships because of that. you're both smart and fast, hence you may get annoyed when people mishear or misunderstand your words

libra moon conjunct libra jupiter: you're an outgoing and warm person, who always tries to make others feel at ease. I assume you try to be nice to everyone, but you can't help but be a little awkward around people you don't know. you go with the flow and don't shy away from challenges. they're moments to prove your potential and abilities. you are an extremely open-minded person, you rarely judge a book by its cover. you probably despise racism, homophobia, misogyny etc. with a passion (as you should tbh). you may also be into poetry, philosophy, and just anything that can stimulate both your mind and feelings. in fact, your mind is constantly wandering somewhere else, allowing you to travel with your fantasy. you're also probably attracted to foreign things, like people, music, fashion, languages, movies etc. you love learning about anything, and you may also have a good memory. in fact, it’s common for you to be the one who explains things and possibly even leads a group, and this could unluckily make you seem as a know-it-all. you do take pride in your wisdom, indeed. your deep way of thinking is also where your desire for freedom comes from, as you wish to be able to expand yourself through travelling and new experiences. when you get angry, you can actually get very rude and offensive, even towards authorities. you’re short-tempered, and you despise being told what to do. you’re also a good, loyal friend, and you’re the type to stand up for them and defend them during a fight. you’re friendly, especially with people you feel comfortable with, and you probably love talking. you’re able to put a smile on others’ face just by telling your stories, even though you never truly go in-depth. you're quite optimistic, as you see good in everyone. yet, while this is a good trait that allows you to be more at ease in relationships, you may also be fooled easily due to your blind optimism.

🗣 mercury in libra, 25° / 3rd decan ruled by venus and mercury

you're very diplomatic! you always try to be nice and gentle with your words, you don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. your tone of voice is extremely soft, sometimes it could even be hard to understand what you say, as you could naturally have a low voice. you're extremely balanced, you have amazing problem-solving skills as you're able to see both side of an argument. it's natural for you to understand what's right and what isn't, and most of the times you're actually right. when you're with someone you're not really close to, you could even be the accommodating type who allows others to speak over your voice, or maybe you let others speak first as a gesture of kindness. I feel like with your libra dominance you have very strong opinions, and you're actually particularly proud of them. luckily, this placement makes you able to communicate them with diplomacy. you could often get angry if someone tries to prove you wrong, but aside from that, you try to be very elegant and formal when you speak. you're probably not fond of cursing, or at least you try to appear as mannered as possible with people you're not comfortable around. last but not least, you're such a charismatic, smooth talker that you result very persuasive. you're able to trick people with your words, which appear very diplomatic and calm.

libra mercury square cancer saturn: this placement gives you limitations and lessons regarding the way you think and talk. it may be that you’re too shy to approach others and to say what you think, so you just don’t try. otherwise, if you actually take action and try to overcome this problem, you could get into troubles. that’s probably caused by the fact that you don’t really pay attention to your words. you’re quite straight-forward, and due to your mars energy you always seem as if you’re up for a fight. you may be particularly pessimistic, or maybe you lack confidence in social interactions due to these problems, which could be possibly caused by your parents, or perhaps interfer in your relationship with your family. in fact, you may argue quite often with others, and misunderstandings are also common. this is something that gets naturally better with time, but in order for it to happen you need to take action. you may for example start speaking with others more at school, anything that allows you to challenge your mind and voice, in order to make you gain experiences and become a master at it. many celebrities, once they mastered this hard aspect, got loads of success. you can do that too, you just need to work on it.

❤️ venus in virgo, 10° / 2nd decan ruled by mercury and saturn

in your group of friends you’re most probably the late bloomer. in fact, it probably took you a while to experience romance. that’s because love isn’t your priority, even though you crave emotional affection and security. you’re not the type to fall for someone at first sight, you’re only into people that are willing to commit to you. you seek a partner that is hard-working and takes care of themselves, both physically and mentally but, at the same time, that would only look at you. it could take you some time to feel totally comfortable around your partner, but once you trust them, you’ll stay with them for a while. it’s hard for you to show your love with words, hence you do it with little gestures. you probably remember things like their birthday, their favorite food etc., and you wouldn’t mind receiving the same kind of affection back. when it comes to love, you’re not a risk-taker; you probably prefer being courted rather than court others, and if you do it, you make sure that the other person likes you back. you enjoy helping others, you’re the type of friend or lover that wouldn’t hesitate to do favors. yet, you want to be appreciated, otherwise you may just feel used. you may be quite hard to satisfy, but you’re surely very loyal.

☄️mars in libra, 10° / 2nd decan ruled by venus and uranus

there’s this stereotype that libra mars people are passive-aggressive. it may be true, but only partially. in fact, you try to avoid conflicts exclusively when you’re in public, or maybe with someone you don’t know well. in that case, you can eventually try to avoid the problem. with people you’re close to, you’re pretty much the opposite. you may say the worst of things that you probably don’t even feel, you may even have the istinct to throw hands. you’re driven by a strong sense of justice, and you probably were the class’ snitch during daycare/primary school. you also strive for equality, hence you may get very defensive when it comes to proving your innocence, or just really anyone’s. overall, you’re a fair person with strong morals, who acts based on the situation you’re in.

libra mars conjunct libra jupiter: you are driven by a strong sense of justice that makes you want to discover the truth. you hate lies of any kind, you want sincerity from those around you and you're the first to be constantly honest. you value your freedom a lot, your life motto is most likely 'live and let live'. you think everyone should live their lives by their own standards, without feeling afraid of being judged or criticized. you're a very pure and genuine person, you hardly ever judge a book by its cover, and you're also extremely open-minded. you're thirsty for knowledge of any kind, you're always up to learn something new. you may also be interested in foreign languages and cultures, as well as philosophy, literature... anything that can teach you something new about the world. you may be quite impulsive, and when you get angry you tend to be very blunt. you may say things that hurt others, as you're brutally honest, even though that wasn't your intention. you may also appear as flaky, since you don't like feeling tied to something or someone. you could often change your favourite colour, food, singer... you despise boredom, and your need for freshness may also manifest in your relationships.

🏡 houses

your 1st house is in libra. you have a peaceful approach to the world; you most likely don’t like conflicts, you prefer avoiding them, even though you may have some troubles with that due to your impulsive and fiery mars energy. you probably care a lot about your appearance, and because of that you could get insecure from time to time. usually, people with libra in their 1st house look for themselves in others, as their chart is basically upside down. you struggle to be independent, and people could try to take advantage of you for your kindness. the sun and mercury are also placed in this house: your ego feels fulfilled when you express your opinions, ideas and creativity. people probably see you as an intelligent, wise individual. maybe even as a know-it-all. you care about both your inner and outer self, which may be the cause of your confidence issues. you try to fit into society, and you tend to change your approach to people based on who you’re interacting with. while this gives you great social skills, it may confuse you quite a bit. in fact, you may forget who you are. you may often have identity crisis, especially since you always feel as if you have to fit somewhere.

your 2nd house is in scorpio. this placement can make you seem a bit selfish. in fact, you’re extremely possessive of your possessions, you don’t want to share them with others. there’s a lot of karma around your finances. in fact, if you’re too stingy, it may bite your butt. you need to give in order to receive, so I’d suggest you to share your things more with others. you could share a meal with a friend, for example. you’ll surely get something positive back from it. your finances may not be stable either; they are in constant change, and while this placement can make you earn quite a great amount of money, it can also make you lose everything you have. no inbetweens. the 2nd house is also about self-esteem, your relationship with your appearance. you have contrasting feelings about it; some days, you’re very confident. other days, you hate yourself. you may find flaws in every single picture you take or every pants you try on. it’s a very intense placement, as you may often feel as if you need to change your appearance in order to love yourself. based on other placements in your chart, it could manifest in spending money in a new wardrobe for example, as you feel like changing your style would help you boost your self-confidence.

your 3rd house is in sagittarius, with also your pluto placed there. this is an amazing placement for a writer! you’re extremely open-minded and philosophical. you’d probably do great at poetry or just literature in general. you’re thirsty for knowledge, you aspire to learn everything you can, you enjoy being smart and educated. you most likely love comedy, and you have an amazing sense of humor yourself, you’re able to light up the room and make everyone burst into laughter even if you don’t mean to. you’re also very intelligent, you’re able to memorize things fast and you’re also a fast-learner. you may be less into gossips than other libras, as you’re very benevolent and considerate of others’ feelings. in addition, you’re able to see the good in everyone, there’s no reason for you to talk behind someone’s back. actually, it’s the opposite. you’re quite impulsive, you say things as they are. you probably love witty jokes and sarcasm. you’re extremely honest when you think and speak, and most of the times you have no problems expressing your opinions. you could possibly be very good with words and be good at convincing and manipulating others. your mind is very deep, you’re probably not really into small talks. you may also love anything that is considered taboo, like astrology, horror, nudity, death… you’re also quite secretive, you’re seen as an enigma. you don’t want to share much about you. last but not least, you value honesty above all. you only speak the truth, and hence you also want it back. you may as well be into conspiracy theories, science and anything that can expose what’s behind the universe, the government etc.

your 4th house is in capricorn, with also neptune placed there. I can tell that your childhood was quite complex. not necessarily bad, I don't see any kind of trauma, but you probably had to grow up way sooner than other kids. your parents could have been very hard-working and focused on their jobs, possibly wealthy too. they were very responsible and cared a lot about you, they always made sure you had everything you needed, even though they could have been slightly absent from time to time due to their jobs. people with a capricorn ic usually find something missing in their childhood, they had to deal with responsibilities from a young age. it could even be that you started working when you were still a teen, or maybe you had to take care of the house or of your siblings for them. you weren’t much extroverted, you preferred staying in, drawing, playing games etc. it could also be that one of your parents may be absent; they could be divorced, or in the worst case they might have died when you were pretty young.

your 5th house is in aquarius, with also uranus sitting there. you’re extremely creative, your ideas are very innovative, and you may have particular hobbies, interests or taste than others. when you’re able to fully express yourself, you gain full security and you start experimenting and inventing new things. you could be the type to start new fashion trends, music styles, art styles… basically, you’re a creative genius. your hobbies may also involve astrology, as well as human studies like psychology, or also anything that has to do with technology. you may be into videogames for example, tv series, social media… they’re your way to spend your free-time and relax. your relationships may also be very unconventional; you could usually date people online, or perhaps you may have the potential to meet someone through dating apps. they’re quite unstable, they may end out of the blue for example. yet, venus here makes it better; in fact, you’ll be able to achieve the best of your luck through creative outlets. again, if I were in you I’d definitely try writing something! you may also dedicate yourself to fashion, art, music, etc., anything that stimulates your creativity.

your 6th house is in pisces. in your daily life, you hardly ever have a structured schedule. you go with the flow, you take things as they come. you may often have your head in the clouds, you could get distracted easily and you may literally creative oscar-worthy movies in your head instead of doing what you need to do. your job may involve arts, images, possibly even fame. you should definitely use your creative talents for your possible career. also, you could benefit from helping others; you could be a psychologist or therapist of any kind, a nurse… any place where you’re able to help others. again, you could also help others through your art, hence with your lyrics, books, etc. when it comes to diets, workout routines, skincare routines etc. you could lack consistency, even though your libra energy makes you more motivated to take care of your appearance. you may sleep a lot, it’s easy for you to feel tired and stressed even when you’re not over-working yourself.

your 7th house is in aries. love is most likely not your priority in life, even though you're very romantic. you need independence, and you’re able to stand up for yourself on your own. you don’t need someone else to help you. for you, love is a want, not a need. you tend to attract partners in your life that are hot-headed, stubborn, assertive and goal-oriented. they strive to be the best at everything they do, they’re extremely competitive and willing to do anything to achieve their goals. basically, you attract very dominant partners, but you don’t want to be dominated or controlled. you may often experience power struggles between you and your partner, which cause you issues in every relationship you get in. at the same time, you wouldn’t stand someone too submissive either, as you still need someone that would mentally stimulate you. they may actually be quite selfish and self-centered, they’ll care more about their own development rather than that of you two as a couple. an aries 7th house indicates that while you’ll have a very active, passionate spouse, you may also experience lots of arguments and discussions in your marriage life, perhaps even physical violence in the worst case, even though your mars isn't harshly aspected so don't worry about it.

your 8th house is in taurus. you have the most stable, stubborn sign in a house that requires constant change. you probably hate changing your routine and stepping out of your comfort zone. changes are hard for you to accept; you find it hard to change job all of a sudden for example, or even letting go of a toxic friend of yours can be stressful for you. also, you could be quite materialistic and fond of material possessions, causing you to be a bit too stingy, which isn’t good for your karma. another reason that this house contrasts with your 2nd house in scorpio is that you feel like you constantly need to change, but ironically slow taurus makes your changes way slower than usual. sometimes, when they happen, they’re so subtle that you probably can’t even see them or at least notice them at first. this placement may also indicate that you could get an inheritance, especially since your venus isn’t harshly aspected, and you’ll most likely have a peaceful death.

your 9th house is in gemini. gemini in the 9th house cusp usually makes people a bit close-minded, as they are very logical and careful in their approach to the world. you may change your ideas and opinions quite quickly, to the point that you could seem unconsistent. when learning new things, you like exploring different matters and subject, from maths to literature, but you may struggle to focus on only one. as a result, you may lack precision. you're probably a fast-learner and you're very witty and curious, you like learning about anything you can. you probably like studying, not necessarily at school but studying in general, and you may also be skilled at foreign languages. you could also be interested in foreign matters, such as cultures, music, etc.

your 10th house is in cancer, with also your cancer saturn conjunct the midheaven. your career needs to be private. that doesn’t mean that you can’t become famous of course, but you prefer being more hidden at job, you may even work from home or from a young age. many celebrities with this placement, in fact, started working when they were still young. also, cancer indicates that your future job will give you the opportunity to express and / or deal with your / others’ feelings and emotions. you could become a writer, a singer, an actress, as well as a nurse, a therapist… anything that allows you to express your emotions while also communicating something is suitable for you. you could possibly also choose the same career as your parents, or you may handle the family’s business for example. you could also end up doing the job of your childhood dreams. you feel the need to pursue a meaningful career in your life, you want to feel emotionally connected to it. you don’t only want something that allows you to earn money, you also want to gain wisdom and maturity from a job, and hence you could even be a bit picky in choosing your future career. you also have saturn in this house: you may have to work hard to become financially stable and have a good reputation, perhaps you could be underestimated and / or discriminated throughout your first years of work, but after your 30s you're going to become a very respectable figure. you could become some sort of authority, like a boss, ceo, a president... this placement also indicates that you'd make a great teacher or professor.

your 11th house is in leo. with this placement, you’re probably very popular among your friends, you’re most likely the most talkative or funniest member of your group. you may also attract very popular people yourself in your friendships, perhaps even celebrities. possibly, you could even make friends that allow you to gain recognition and / or popularity, doesn’t matter whether it’s in school, job, etc. you could also have very big dreams for your future, probably regarding your career and finances. you most likely aspire to be wealthy and financially independent, you are very hard-working and possibly even a bit materialistic. you attract a lot of people in your life. whether you’re an introvert or an extrovert, you’ll always be able to have someone by your side, even though you may struggle to create stable bonds. friends come and go, basically. you may attract very fierce, almost violent friends. they’re very energetic, and probably extroverted people who like socializing and enjoying life to the fullest. you're also very hard-working, and you aspire to achieve all of your dreams. your virgo venus is also in this house: you most likely feel the need to befriend someone before getting into a relationship with them, perhaps you may often crush on your friends or maybe you are going to marry someone from your group of friends. you could also meet your lovers online, for example through a dating app.

your 12th house is in virgo, with also jupiter, the moon and mars placed there. this is another placement that indicates that you are an amazing writer! in fact, the 12th house is about secret skills too, and virgo is ruled by mercury, the planet of communication. you do the math. with this placement, though, I feel like you may feel restricted from pursuing your goals, or even a career in the public eye, as you’re quite sensitive to others’ criticism about you. you strive to be perfect all the time, and your libra rising wants to constantly have a nice reputation. a scandal, or even simple haters, would probably be the end of you. you also have venus placed here, meaning that deep down, you actually crave affection from someone else. yet, you may be afraid, or perhaps too shy to approach a possible partner. but remember, the 12th house is also the house of secret talents! in fact, especially with your libra rising, you’re extremely likeable. you shouldn’t be afraid of not being liked back, for example. remember that your love life will get better with time, as you become more mature in that field. with jupiter and the moon here, you are probably extremely spiritual. you may dream a lot, and these dreams could hold messages to them that you need to interpret. you could even predict the future. you're also very private about your feelings, you don't like exposing yourself too much, and combined with your 12th house mars you could end up being a little passive. you may be indecisive and insecure, therefore you could miss some important opportunities in your life.

❤️ love life, soulmates

in love you attract aries, aquarius, capricorn and / or virgo traits or placements. your future spouse will most likely have capricorn and aquarius traits or placements, maybe a capricorn-aquarius cusp; they’ll be very smart, creative, bold and confident, but also with a hidden insecurity to them. it could be love at first sight, and they are most likely one of your soulmates or even your twinflame. you may dream of each other often, for example, and you may have a spiritual connection. your children will most likely have aquarius, cancer or capricorn placements in their chart: they'll be very intelligent and creative, but they'll also be quite attached to their parents.

👶🏻 family life

your mother is probably a very caring person that knows how to stand up for herself when she has to, but she may struggle to do that. she’s very smart, caring and empathetic, even though she may be a bit childish or strict at times. she could have cancer placements in her chart, possibly capricorn, libra and pisces too. your father, on the other hand, is a bit more serious and focused on work, but he always made sure you always had what you needed. he was probably the strict parent in the family, but he still has some sweetness and nice humor to him. also, he may have capricorn, aquarius, pisces or cancer placements in his chart. if you have siblings, they most likely have sagittarius, scorpio and / or pisces placements in their chart. they could be foreign or skilled at foreign languages, and you may feel very at ease with them. you have an amazing bond with them, you’re able to both relax and have fun together, even though you may discuss often. you could have been very jealous of each other when you were kids, maybe.

📊 career

as I've already mentioned above, you're going to pursue a career that will allow you to interact with others. you would probably do amazing at a job that requires you to help people, you could make a great nurse, therapist or psychologist for instance, you're going to be a very nurturing figure for others. you may also work as a teacher of any kind, not necessarily a professor or school teacher. I definitely see you being successful in whatever you choose, you could become very independent and financially stable thanks to your job. possibly, you may also have a business with your future spouse or family. you could also work with children or for family, as a counselor for example. anything that allows you to interact with and help others would be great for you, as it would make you more empathetic and sensitive to the external world.

👚 fashion sense, style analysis

I imagine you put a lot of effort into your outifts, yet you don’t show it. you want to look effortlessly good, you don’t want to give the impression that you tried. your style may be quite minimalistic and simple, with lots of jeans, sweatshirts, plain t-shirts… I see you being more into natural shades, like white, grey, beige etc. you’re also not very fond of using too many accessories, you’re stylish but still very simple. you have this natural charm to you, hence you still look good even though your outfits may not be too complex. you could as well be fond of high quality, possibly designer clothes.

👁 past life, life purpose

in your past life, the focus was on yourself. maybe, you had troubles with self-esteem and identity in general. you had to work hard and finally understand who you were to fulfill your past life purpose. hence, this lifetime your focus will be on the bonds you create with others. even though at first you might feel almost scared to the idea of marriage, especially having mars in the 7th house, this lifetime you're here to develop this matter. after all, you may despise love for your troubled past. with your north node in the 7th house, you're naturally lucky in love. there's nothing to be afraid of, you only need to take small steps and open your heart to someone, putting your worries and insecurities aside.

🤔 major transits analysis / june 15th

jupiter is currently transiting your 5th house, making a conjunction with your natal uranus. you may experience random luck in these days, for instance you may find money on the ground while working or you could casually meet a new friend or partner. with transit mars in the 10th house being conjunct your natal mars, you could be more impulsive than usual and you may end up arguing with others, most likely with your parents, so be careful with that. on the other hand, you feel very motivated lately, you are more hardworking than usual, it's the perfect time to start a diet or a routine of any kind, as you're most likely to get it done.

🧿 manifest what you want, secret skills

you’re very in contact with your spirituality, making you more sensitive to higher affirmations. you have the ability to visualize what you want. that’s the key to activate the loa: travel with your fantasy, and visualize what you desire. do you want a new car? imagine yourself doing road-trips on that car. a new phone? visualize yourself making calls with that phone. you can even literally create a story involving those topics and it will come true. you can also help yourself by writing and listening to your own affirmations, maybe covered up by some music. you just have to believe in your power!

and this is it! thank you again for booking a reading, hope it resonated with you :)

#astrology

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TMW #1—SVT Performance Unit

[angst] [3122 words] — 500-1000 word scenarios, Trainee!au, specific tags with each part, x reader

[a/n] — To supplement my growth as a writer, and to hopefully post more often, I’m going to start this TMW series. In it, I just want to explore different aus/emotions/styles in very short but hopefully still impactful blurbs. Thank you for reading!

[taglist] — @yunwoo @woozisnoots @multifanhere (Thank you for supporting me! It means the world!)

— K W O N S O O N Y O U N G

[established relationship] [trainee!reader] [tw for trainee contracts being horrible]

Heartache is saying goodbye for a very long time, even though I’ll see you tomorrow.

He lets out a watery okay.

You bite your lip and nod.

“We’ll give you a few minutes, then please return to your training rooms.”

“I understand,” he says.

“Yes.”

The door clicks shut, and you both look at each other.

His eyes are bright with tears; yours are, too.

You let out a tired yet almost humored snort. Watery eyes, tired hearts. It’s ironic. This is how you and Soonyoung got together in the first place.

You were a good thing, and you were incredibly good for each other.

After all, trainee life is hard. And the closer to debut, the further away you get from any non-idol humans.

And to be at a company with two groups nearing that fabled debut?

Your shared manager’s exhausted admission sums it up: “This is my fault. The company’s, really. We should have expected two overworked trainees to find comfort in each other.”

Soonyoung wetly clears his throat. “I—I am so, so sorry. I…”

You shake your head. “Don’t be.”

He meets your eyes, expression fiercely argumentative.

“We both knew what we were doing.”

His shoulders, usually shaking in laughter or holding themselves strong for choreography, are hunched over. For being the cause for that, you hate yourself.

“‘We both knew what we were doing,’” he murmurs. “I… I guess we did.”

More than viciously heartbroken, you just feel bone tired. Even now, you wish you could lean against Soonyoung and feel him lean against you in return. You’d spent many hours that way, silent in your mutual understanding.

Now there’s a table between you.

A contract laying between you.

No comfort, no soft touches—only two pens.

“We should sign.” You don’t raise your hand, despite your words. “Get it over with.”

You can’t feel your face.

Soonyoung’s lips are pressed so tightly together you wonder if they’ll bruise. Distantly, your insides curl when you recall the color they turn when they do.

“Right,” he agrees, not reaching for a pen either.

He tearfully stares at you, memorizing the way you stare back at him.

The thing that had attracted you to each other so powerfully?

Your sheer determination, mirrored in the other.

And also...

Your shared dream to debut.

A tear falls down his cheeks, and you can’t help yourself when you reach over and wipe them away with the pads of your thumbs.

Instead of whispered words of, we’ll get there, together, you can only offer him this:

“Keep working on that fluidity.” Your voice shakes a little. “You’ve been getting so much better.”

Your way of saying: I’ll miss you. I’ll watch your growth and be proud of you.

“You, too—with your locks.” He sounds like someone’s strangling him. “Even Jihoon was saying how much you’ve improved.”

His way of saying: I love you. I’ll watch you, too.

You both reach for your pens.

“See you after five thousand,” he says, hand hovering over the paper.

There’s a meteor in your throat, moving down and down. You shake your head wordlessly.

With your inability to reply, he signs his name.

You sign yours.

With the sound of your pen dropped to the table, the meteor meets your heart and pushes it down and down and down....

Trainees Kwon Soonyoung and Y/L/N Y/N shall not interact again until either of two conditions.

Condition A) The latter of the two reaches their group’s third anniversary.

Condition B) The event of both eventual groups acquiring 500k sales on a single album.

— W E N J U N H U I

[angst with lighthearted aspects] [could be “canon” setting] [childhood friends]

Heartache is saying goodbye and leaving things unsaid.

You and Junhui—childhood friends to best friends to something a little too tender to be platonic—well.

There’s the whole story, really.

No verb needs to be added.

As you stare at your phone, you huff out a chuckle.

You blame PMS when your eyes well up a little, scrolling through the many selcas Junhui has sent you. It warms your heart whenever he sends you them. Even though, or rather because, he has little phone time, it means the world that he sends you a quick selca every so often.

It also makes your pathetic heart scream a little.

Not from a stabbing pain, not a scream saying I’m on a 9/10 on the pain scale, SOS!

A scream more like I feel a little helpless to my pain, and it aches dammit, and I should have just told him I loved him.

As one of your alarms goes off, you scream into your elbow.

Back to the books.

Heartache masks itself under warm memories and whispers of comfort.

Junhui, for all his loudness and talking much too fast, knows his heart. He understands what he feels, most of the time, and he knows what he wants.

He wants to debut with the other trainees in the Seventeen Project.

Right now, he wants to eat a delicious supper. Then he wants to sleep until he wakes up naturally.

Then, he wants a three day vacation so he can go home and reminisce childhood schoolyard games with a certain best friend. And maybe say those particular words...

Well, that’s not a want.

It’s a wish.

And while his stomach flutters at the thought of it, the reality of the ache in his muscles pulls his attention away from the pleasant fantasy of those wishes.

For now, it’s time to focus on wants and learning new choreography.

But maybe, in ten years, maybe….

Maybe then, it’ll be time to think about wishes.

The day Junhui left your hometown, you saw him off. Although you couldn’t see him to the plane itself, you shared breakfast with him and spent every minute together until his family left in their car.

At one point, he and you were sitting on his bed, staring at an unnaturally clean room.

“You know… I bet you’d pass the audition if you tried,” he joked, not for the first time.

“Haha. And I would enjoy trainee life just as much as you enjoy schoolwork.”

Both of you smiled with your eyes.

“But you’d enjoy it because you’d see me every day!”

“And you could enjoy my schoolwork just as much seeing me everyday!”

A pause, then a much too honest: “That would make the school work worth it.”

If you were brave, you would have asked him something like: Are you trying to say something? Please tell me you’re trying to say something.

You weren’t brave.

“Then why are you leaving me all alone?! Huh?! To suffer all by myself?! Do you know how many credits I’m taking?”

“And you’re leaving me to a bunch of foreigners!! So what about that?!”

“I’m not the one leaving!”

Insert spluttering.

And laughter.

So much obnoxious laughter.

It was a good last day together.

It was a warm goodbye.

But, want to know something that sometimes makes your heart scream a little?

Wondering if you could have made that last day even better if you had been brave.

— X U M I N G H A O

[one-sided pining] [TW for slight age difference/feelings for an authority figure][favorite of this set]

Heartache is falling for someone untouchable.

First of all, don’t point any fingers at him.

Having the vocal instructor be a beautiful, attractive, and young person? Who compliments trainees in their native tongue? And sits with them at lunch?

It’s like the higher ups are trying to weed out the trainees via dating clause.

Second of all, and corollary of the first point: Minghao’s not the only one.

“Our teacher’s the best!” Junhui crows in his ear, Mandarin a little too breathless.

Minghao lets out a little grunt in response.

“I didn’t know our teacher could dance, too!”

“Seonsaengnim is very talented,” one of the Korean trainees says to Minghao, ignorant to Jun’s words.

Minghao wills his cheeks to not show anything.

“Really!” someone else says.

He groans at his thumping heart.

Third of all, it’s not like the feelings will last.

Shortly after the dancing display, Seonsaengnim sits with Minghao, Junhui, and a few other trainees at lunch. Here, Minghao learns something very important about their young instructor.

“Yeah, I was a trainee just like you three!” you say, hoping this conversation doesn’t take a poor turn. “Honestly, I think it was only a little over a year ago.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you end up a teacher here?” Jihoon doesn’t mention any of the trainees’ popular assumptions in his question.

Seonsaengnim must not have been as good as everyone else.

Maybe all the other trainees were more beautiful.

Honestly, I bet that’s it.

Minghao doesn’t quite know it for sure, but he knows that Jihoon, like himself, worries that he won’t debut because of his visuals. Korean entertainment… just isn’t fair.

“Korean entertainment goes through its phases.” It’s like you read his thoughts. Minghao can tell you’re sifting through your thoughts very carefully, choosing your words not unlike the way he often does. Trying to find the words. The right way to articulate best intentions. “For me, I was good enough that even though I couldn’t debut, the company thought I was worth keeping around. That was honestly very…” He's fascinated by the way your tongue peaks out to wet your lips. “Very complimentary. Of them, to me. I’m thankful.”

“Do you think you could debut in the future?” someone asks, stupidly.

“No.” Minghao is surprised to see your lips begin to smile so sincerely. “But I’m looking forward to helping you all debut.”

There’s no bitterness in your tone.

Something in him stirs fiercely. He wishes he could have that surety.

When you smile warmly at him, tilting your head as you study his expression, the buzz that courses through him is surely the way Soonyoung would feel if he ever met Taemin. Surely.

It’s admiration, that’s all it is.

Fourth of all, it was inevitable, really.

“Minghao, can we talk for a minute?”

He nearly jumps at the Mandarin.

There’s rage sitting in his stomach right now—at the company, at the guest instructor, at the mistakes he made today, at his own pathetic face.

Minghao just wants to disappear for a while.

But he can’t say no. Doesn’t want to, to this one staff member.

“Of course.”

You sit next to him, back to the studio’s mirror.

“I know today was hard, but you’ve been doing better the last four practices in a row. That’s incredible. Remember… Every time you’re not going to improve visibly. That would be impossible.”

“Thanks.”

“And that instructor is a piss poor excuse for a—oh, sorry. I shouldn’t be teaching you those kinds of words—”

“Seonsaengnim, I won’t be telling anyone on you.” He can feel the corners of his lips twitching up, despite himself.

“Just… Know you’re already working hard enough. You don’t need to be… ‘working double because you don’t have the visuals.’” You run an aggressive hand through your hair and let out a righteously indignant noise. “Just… You’re so talented, and I honestly think you look perfectly attractive. So… Just… Ugh. Know that you’re unofficially my favorite. And I hope today doesn’t stick with you. Damn, that was a horrible instructor...”

Minghao can’t help but flush at the praise, and how intimate it feels for you to be here. Sitting with him. Rambling to him so that he’ll feel better.

This talk will stick with him.

But only for the best reasons.

You take his hand; squeeze it once reassuringly.

“You’re going really far. Remember that.”

He meets your eyes, heartbeat galloping.

It was inevitable.

Fifth of all, it’s not like he’ll ever say anything.

“Today’s my last day with you! I’m so proud of you all for making it this far.”

It’s not like he’ll ever have the chance.

“Thank you for everything, Seongsaengnim!”

“Yes, thank you!”

“You were our best teacher!”

Minghao freezes.

It feels like someone took all the warmth he had felt from that talk, and drained it from him. And decided that, you know what? For the hell of it, let’s just dump some ice cubes in there. Like rubbing salt in a wound, but emotionally.

The practice passes as quickly as clouds on a windy day.

Then, suddenly, you’re hugging everyone goodbye.

Then, suddenly, you’re fondly ushering the last of the trainees through the door.

Then, suddenly, you’re brushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes.

“Minghao, you’ve made it to the debut lineup. I’m so proud of you.”

You say more, but his mind is empty except for the panic settling in.

He’ll never get to say anything.

He grabs your wrist.

“Seonsaengnim, you can’t be leaving.”

A surprised frown. “I can’t?”

I need you to stay with me throughout my career.

I need you to keep watching me improve, with that proud look in your eye.

I need—

Minghao can’t find any Korean to answer with, leaving him nearly in tears.

He feels hysterical.

And you hug him.

And the tears fall.

“I’ll miss you too, Minghao.”

I love you.

So I need you to stay.

“I’ll be watching the headlines for your name, and when I see it, I’ll be telling my new trainees, ‘He was my favorite!’” A pure, bright grin against his sweaty hair. “You’ve made it, Hao! You don’t need to be crying over me.”

That’s not the words that will make me feel better.

“I—I—”

Minghao knows the three Korean syllables.

But it’s not like he’ll ever say them.

— L E E C H A N

[angst] [exes]

Heartache is pouring out my regrets out on stage, knowing you’ll never see it.

Chan doesn’t know why he’s feeling this way, this minute, this song.

But he is.

It’s trainee evaluation day; his focus should be unwavering.

Yet, as he takes his spot with the other three trainees, he feels that familiar wave of regret bowl his heart over.

His memories of you flash through his head as he lowers it, waiting for the music to play.

Those memories are bowling pins in his mind, one toppling into another and that pin into another—

And Chan, being who he is, aims for a strike every single time.

“It’s alright you cancelled today—I know being a trainee leaves you no time.”

“I’m sorry. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

The first one always falls, and then the next.

“I understand. It’ll be worth it when you make it to the big stage.”

“Only if you’re in the front row.”

“Talk soon.”

The second pin rushes into the third.

“I have to go in a minute. But you were trying to tell me?”

“It’s… no, it’s nothing, babe. Dance good. And… maybe—call me soon?”

“I promise I’ll call right after.”

And the next ones always fall much faster.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call last night. We were all so exhausted, and I just couldn’t deal with y—”

He stops himself in time, but the damage is done.

“You just couldn’t deal with me? Well, you know what, Lee Chan. Maybe right now I can’t deal with you.”

And then they all fall indiscriminately, until the last few are teetering, wobbling...

The music plays, and muscle memory sweeps Chan’s body away into the choreography.

“No, Chan, you don’t need to apologize. I understand exactly how we stand. I really do believe you, don’t worry about that. You like me, but not as much as yourself! And your ‘dreams.’ I understand completely.” Your voice is a both a cry and a hiss by now. “You’re really selfish sometimes, you know that?”

...And the last one falls.

“Chan, your lyrics are really... “

“Are they that bad?”

“No—not bad… Just, well… Heavy. For someone your age.”

“It’s a heavy topic, hyung.”

“True.”

“So, can we use them for the evaluation?”

“No. They’ll be wanting something lighthearted for that. But…”

“But.”

“I’ll hold onto these, if you don’t mind. We can use them on an album someday.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“No, really! They’re good lyrics.”

“No, uh… That wasn’t what I meant! It’s just…”

“Are they too personal? You don’t want them in the world?”

“Sort of.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it’s decided then. We won’t use them.”

“Thanks, hyung.”

“What, you’re leaving? Don’t you at least want these back, if they’re so personal?”

“...No, that’s alright. I… I—just, can you keep them for me? I don’t want them again. Ever.”

“Hey, I—”

“Please.”

“You wrote ‘I’m sorry,’ nineteen times. Not to pull the responsible hyung card on you, but I feel like this isn’t something you can… keep away from yourself. For forever.”

“I know. I’m working on it.”

“Okay then.”

“Thanks for everything, hyung.”

“Sure.”

“I’ll just go now.”

“Okay…. Uh… Actually, Chan?”

“What?”

“Just remember that, even if… Even because you’ve messed up before... Just know that doesn’t mean you’re that person for forever. I don’t know if you can make up for whatever happened. But you’re not… ‘stuck on this tear-stained road, for ever. You’re a good kid.”

“Are you going after sappy hyung role, now?”

“You can talk to us if you’re not feeling okay.”

“Thank you, hyung. I’ll get out of your hair now.”

“Chan!”

The song ends. The dance resolves with a final swoop of the arm. And Chan’s heart hurts a little.

“That was really good,” someone whispers.

“For real, I got chills.”

“Chan-ie, are you crying?” one of his hyungs asks. He touches his face; he is. “Are you okay?”

“I will be,” he feels himself reply.

Hey, Y/N. I’m sorry if this is the last thing you want to see. Hell, you might have me blocked, and honestly, a better me would hope you do. Anyways, I needed to get off my chest how sorry I am. I’m not going to try to explain myself. But I needed to try to let you know that I understand what I did was selfish. And that I shouldn’t have let us continue like that for so long….

Five years later, Chan will perform a solo at a concert.

Thematically, there’s a lot going on. And the lyrics say sorry a lot of times.

The fandom wonders what inspired the lyrics.

Chan doesn’t cry when he performs it.

The ending of the song isn’t happy, but it does resolve. The sad chord makes any listener feel a little bittersweet, though.

And, from the front row, one ticket remains unclaimed.

—T H A N K Y O U F O R R E A D I N G!

If any of these touched you in particular, please leave me an ask or rb! I really appreciate any feedback. Have a great day!!

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closer-stars · 4 years

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Feel It - Seonghwa

Member: Seonghwa Genre: Fluff for the most part, a little bit of angst, a little bit of Drama, just a lot AU: Dance Team Word count: 6k Requested: Nope Content: both of you hate each other but might as well work together because you want to compete with the team. some food. some intense words (are they intense? idk). Note: idk what made me write this but here it is. took me forever to finish this but here it is. not yet edited/proofread cause i’m tired asf, will do so when i wake up.

You joined the dance team when you were a freshman in high school. To be honest, you’ve been dancing for a few years prior and the idea of being in a team didn’t seem like a bad idea. You saw it as an opportunity to learn more about the art that will eventually become your life. The auditions were nerve wracking to say the least, a lot of people around your age were in the room. Some of the auditionees seemed to know each other, immediately hugging or greeting each other with a lot of energy. You didn’t know some of them, maybe by face or name from the dance workshops you’ve been to but not the way they knew each other. You noticed the number of people in the room. It wasn’t a shocker that the team you auditioned for was a well known one, seeing how some of the auditionees looked so starstruck and driven to be accepted. You on the other hand didn’t expect too much, just wanting to be able to do better and be better.

The audition process went by quickly and you’re on the floor with a towel over your head. You were expecting the sweat production to be heavy but did you expect that you were going to make your shirt several shades darker? Not quite. The panel informed every one that those were accepted will be notified a week from now instead of the usual three days. The explanation being the immense number of attendees along with the level of skill.

Fast forward to now, you’ve been part of the team for nearly six years. You could consider the team your family if it weren’t for Park Seonghwa. See, you and Seonghwa entered the team through the audition. Both of you were still so young and so ambitious to be the best that you started on the wrong foot. Now, whenever the team trains, they sometimes have to make sure that both of you were on opposite sides of the room or at least far away that neither of you would fight and cause a scene. It’s come to the point that the team jokes that one isn’t truly part of the team until they’ve witnessed the both of you squabble over the smallest things.

“That’s mine, you asshole!”

“Your name’s not even on it.” Seonghwa reasons as if it were obvious. By now the team knows just how much you loved your hot Cheetos. They also knew how Seonghwa liked hot Cheetos too.

“That’s because it doesn’t take a dumbass to know. It’s fine to admit that there’s nothing in between your ears you know?” You snap back, snatching the bag of chips from him. While you didn’t mind sharing what you had with the team, when it came to him, you’d become territorial. Your arguments with him had reached the HR of the team at one point but the both of you were so stubborn they just gave up.

While you two fought endlessly, both of you were mature enough to put that to the side when it came to training. Both of you standing on opposite ends of the room. The team had eventually learned how to work around it. One of the methods being to make sure neither of you were in the same dance segment unless the entire team had to be on the floor. If both of you had to be in the same segment, they made sure neither of you interacted in it. It was for the best for everyone.

To be honest, you didn’t know much about Seonghwa. Whether or not you wanted to know more before, the arguments have made you want to keep him at an arm’s length, or several arms away if possible. All you knew about him was his name and that he studies in the same university as you. Anything else was out the window for you. Though if anyone told you anything about him, it went in one ear, then out the other.

Every year though, the team enters various competitions in order to improve and to get the name out there. But in order to have the resources to train and perform, the team holds various fundraising events that can vary from concerts, to gigs, to classes. This time, the team was holding various dance classes made by a number of members that were favorites of the general public and dance enthusiasts.

“You want us to make a what?!”

“A dance piece to teach.” Your coach stated. There was no room to argue in his tone. While your coach was warm and friendly for the most part, when he used that tone, everyone knew that arguing was impossible.

“Why do we have to teach together? I can teach a class on my own just fine.” Seonghwa asks. So could you but you doubted saying the same thing was a wise decision. The male had less of a filter than you for the most part.

“Both of you are fan favorites. I’m sure you’re both aware of how many fan pages both of you have.” He starts off with a tired sigh. It was a little late already. Everyone was changing into cleaner clothes and packing up, ready to head home.

“And even if we separate the both of you, your styles do compliment each other. Whether or not you want to admit it, the seniors and your coaches have seen and observed your improvements as individuals.” Your coach adds, his eyes scanning the both of you. You couldn’t deny the fact that you’ve created a bit of a following online. You didn’t really take notice of the numbers but you’ve noticed how often you come across a fan page or a fan online and offline. You weren’t sure with Seonghwa but if what your coach said was right-- which it usually was, then you can just imagine how much of a following he has created as well.

You were more than flattered and relieved to hear that you were improving, that the people you’ve looked up to since you were a child were seeing it, you could be on cloud nine right now. Could be since your nightmare of working with your rival is happening as you speak.

“Coach, are you sure about--” You could barely finish your question when he gives both of you a look. He was always a little terrifying when angry. You didn’t want to push your limits so you closed your mouth.

“Yes, I’m sure of this. If neither of you can fix your differences in time for your dance class, consider yourselves out of the competing pool for the upcoming competition.” He ends the conversation there, slamming the envelope down on the floor. The room had gotten silent from the outburst, the members that were left behind quickly leave the room. No one wanted to see the hell your coach could raise when provoked.

“You have a month before the fundraising classes. Create a forty second piece. The genre’s up to you. ” He finishes the statement before walking out, leaving the both of you unsure of what to do, much less approach the situation.

Your gaze falls onto the open door, before heading to your bag. “We’re talking about this tomorrow, before and after training.” Seonghwa states with a tired sigh. You could barely look at the male and you just hum in response. You hoist your bag up on your shoulder, closing the lights as soon as the male left the studio.

“See you then.”

“Bye.”

The next few days were stressful. Alongside the daily trainings with the team, you had to spend additional time with this ingrate. Though both of you had similar styles, you couldn’t seem to agree on a song to work on. Oftentimes, you needed a third party to make sure neither of you went for the other’s throat. The only people that could deal with your constant bickerings and bring you back to reality were a few other members roughly around your age that knew when to shut the both of you up.

“Seonghwa, you’re not listening. Not everyone’s going to be able to do that texture.”

“That’s the point of taking dance classes. To learn.”

“Seonghwa, you just sound like you want to show off.”

“It sounds more like a you problem.”

“I swear to fucking--”

“Guys.” Hongjoong states and it gets the both of you to shut up. A quiet groan and you put your head back where it should be.

The both of you eventually formed the habit of overstaying in the studio, it went to the point where the guards have to tell you to leave.

Most of the brainstorming and choreographing sessions would have you trying to be realistic with the male while he stubbornly nitpicks at your suggestions. It was one of the reasons why both of you never seemed to get along. You knew your limits and you pushed yourself past those limits at a steady pace, the other knew his limits and yet bursted those limits in ways that didn’t seem possible. While your styles were complimentary, your approach to the art were completely different. It was already a miracle in itself that both of you eventually agreed on one song.

“You’re lacking a hit in that beat.”

“Lower.”

“That’s all you can do?” Hearing these types of words over and over in different ways was getting to you. You already had a few counts in mind to continue from where he will leave off but he wanted you to get his parts right first.

“Seonghwa, this piece isn’t even for the team. It’s for those who are taking our classes, aka those who aren’t part of the team?” You mumble as you push yourself to hit the right beats at the right angles. At the corner of your eye, you can see his ever popular stare. You already knew what he was going to say and you had to tune it out. It took a lot out of you not to snap at him there. “Tone down on the popping, you aren’t Mingi in case you’re going through an identity crisis.” You sigh. “Also, too strong pops don’t match the mood of the song.”

“We’ve trained with this team for how long and that’s all you can do?” He sighs, before showing you once more what his segment was for what was the nth time. If it weren’t for how exhausted you were, you wouldn’t have such a short temper with him. He was starting to get too into the technicalities of the piece, forgetting the emotions conveyed by the song. The two of you go over his part until both of you can barely do any of the steps without your limbs practically flailing about.

“Call it a night, Seonghwa. We still have training tomorrow and it’s apparently going to be core day.” You groan as you finally let yourself crash to the floor to massage your sore legs. You looked up at the devil incarnate only to see that he was still on his feet, going through the choreography weakly.

You shake your head and lean against the wall, opting to let your body rest to prepare for tomorrow’s gruesome schedule and just watch him do his thing. A part of you wanted to suggest another song, that didn’t have both of you moving so close to each other. Another part of you knew that you guys were already too into this piece, to start anew would be a waste of time and energy at this point. It was only when he stumbles over his own two feet that he agrees with you, though begrudgingly.

“Fine, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He groans as he goes through his things, without warning, he changes his shirt in your presence. You managed to look away before you could see anything, waiting until he was finished by the door. You figured from there that was conceited enough to do such in a room that was surrounded with mirrors. Even if you hated his guts, it was already second nature in you to wait for everyone to leave the studio before closing everything for the day. He shuts off the lights and speakers, a mindless thank you slipping from his tired lips.

You don’t notice the thank you.

The dreaded day comes and the entire team groans out from the pain as they try to cheer each other on to the end of the drills. You don’t know how the others exactly felt but you can already feel your muscles burning from the intensity. Your coach and the other senior members would monitor everyone, usually pushing other members who were struggling to push themselves further. It was a blessing they knew what works best for each member to improve. The training session ends with everyone on the floor, too spent to move another inch off the floor. Your chest was rapidly heaving from the amount of energy and strength you had to exert in order to keep up. If your mind didn’t remind you of your choreography with Seonghwa after the training you probably might have fallen asleep in the studio. Not that it was the first time either.

Your coach lets everyone catch their breath first, before he asked the members who were part of the fundraiser for an update.

Shit.

You push yourself up into a sitting position, despite the burn in your muscles. It wasn’t easy trying to get Seonghwa’s attention from across the room. A hard glare his way eventually worked and he staggers towards you. Everyone was softly buzzing with chatters of what to eat after training, what they were looking forward to with these workshops and so on.

“Got a plan?” You ask, referring to the fact the both of you only had his choreography down. You haven’t been able to teach yours because of his next to impossible perfectionism. You didn’t want to disappoint your coach. You wanted to take part in the competition too. He bites his lower lip and shakes his head. “Good, cause I do.”

Your coach doesn’t ask for any explanation. He just asks the both of you to do what you guys have so far. If you did the math, you only had a week to teach Seonghwa your part and another week to clean the entire thing from start to finish. You were scared but you had to push through. So the both of you dance the first half of the piece. To the untrained eye, both of you looked good dancing together: bodies moving in sync, facials were there, and both of you were in the pocket for the most part. To the trained eyes though (or at least, the team’s), they can see and feel the slight hint of awkwardness (and if they squint, the disdain) the both of you had for being so close to each other. It was a surprise nonetheless to have both of you be in such close proximity to each other and look like a team (or at least, trying to look). You try not to notice the worry in some of the members, try not to notice the hawk eyes your coach has on both of you. The both of you break away from each other, once the choreography ends. Much to most of the team’s dismay.

“Is that it?” Your coach asks, still not impressed. “It felt too short, and that was all Seonghwa’s style wasn’t it?” He presses. If either of you fucks up the next move, both of you were done for.

You glance over at Seonghwa for a moment before you answer. “It’s not yet done, Coach. I’m teaching him my part today.” He gestures for you to continue to your part. Seonghwa watches you, taking a few steps back. You only had five seconds leeway to let him know to stay in place. You had no time to explain what your choreography was.

You drop down to his waist, and keep eye contact with him, then bounce back up as you continue to dance. It was needed in pieces after all to maintain eye contact with your partner especially in pieces such as this. It was also what made you gain a loyal following: eye contact with the crowd or any camera that you could spot. Your part amped up the heat for the room. You couldn’t feel Seonghwa’s body dancing near you, but you could feel the amount of eyes on you as you delivered what you’ve been practicing at home. When it came to the parts where you thought of interacting with him in the choreography, you would dance around his figure, or have your fingertips trail lightly across the expanse of his torso. Your part ends with your arms resting on his shoulders, thus finishing the entire piece.

The male was still dazed on his feet, a little too shocked for words at how you went closer to his figure more than possible. He could still feel how your fingers felt against his waist, how you looked on your knees while sporting that flirty smirk that you wear during performances. If he was only more confident in his freestyling, he probably would have danced around you as well.

“Better.” The both of you notice the hint of a grin on your coach’s face. The looks of surprise and flustered cheeks on some of your members, bless the younger members who had to see that. “Seonghwa, take note of how they move. The groove’s there and very much fitting to the song and mood. You don’t have to change much about your part anymore but keep it relaxed and loose. Relax especially when it comes to their part of the choreography but keep the energy constant okay?” He tells him. He then shifts his attention to you and you could’ve sworn you can feel your heart drop in expectation and fear. “Now, your part. I can see your style in it with hints of Seonghwa’s. Keep that. Don’t rush while dancing, there’s a set time and pace in it anyways. Explore also your space. I know you’re a little shorter than Seonghwa here but maximize what you got okay?” He then proceeds to praise both of you for the choreography so far, hoping that both of you would warm up to each other before the day of the workshop cause otherwise it would get too obvious.

“Your piece is something for couples, if you really want to sell this, at least pretend.”

With that, the training for the day ends. The rest of the members were leaving the room, one by one, some of them wishing the both of you luck. Eventually, the two of you were the only ones left and the tension was palpable. You were about to teach your part when his voice breaks through the silence.

“I told you to keep your energy constant. My part was already o--”

“Park Seonghwa, shut the fuck up before I lose it.” You snap at him, your eyes trained on his reflection on the mirror. You were exhausted from the drills, you were high on adrenaline from dancing in front of your coach and the team, you were elated with the praise and constructive criticism, but you were also tired of his perfectionist and degrading ways.

“Why do I have to match your energy and style? Coach already said that the part we did had all of you and almost none of me until we reached my part. Mind you, I tried my best to incorporate your style into it regardless. Do I still have to prove my worth in this team to you, Seonghwa? Cause I’ve done a lot of proving of it when we both entered the team. Had to prove myself to Coach, the senior members and alumni and even to my parents. Yeah okay my parents were initially supportive but we ended up butting heads, did you know that? Or were you too caught up with your own ego to stand out? Fuck’s sake, Seonghwa, we started on this team on the same level. Why do I have to prove myself to you too?” You snap, your phone now causing a loud boom against the floor.

Seonghwa looks at you with raised eyebrows. He was always more controlled when it came to showing emotions in the team, ironic since he was the most expressive on stage. He didn’t understand your struggle until your outburst. He was dumbfounded and guilty to put it simply. He watches you pour out all your hardships and anger at him, something he eventually thinks that he deserves. He didn’t think his heart could break at the sight of you crying but it does. He couldn’t get himself to worry over the phone that you threw to the floor. He wasn’t sure if he should even approach them while they cry their heart out. Truthfully speaking, after that outburst, he didn’t really think that approaching them to comfort them would be a good idea. So he does the next best. “Here.” He mumbles, handing them their towel and water. The male lets her cry out everything she’s been holding on to. How else could he even comfort them when he was the cause of a good portion of their hardships? He waits until their breathing evens out, watching them regain their composure before he speaks up again. “If you can still teach me your part, I’ll cooperate.” his voice was a lot more careful and toned down as compared to the years you’ve worked with him.

You stare at the male through puffy eyes and with a huff, you grab your eye drops to ease the pain of crying earlier. “Let’s go.” You mumble as you set your phone up. “We have an hour until they kick us out again. Double time tomorrow.” You add before, you go through the first few counts. The both of you manage to maximize the remaining hour with the general movement of the choreography all while incorporating both your styles. By the end of it, both of you were sweating bullets. Bodies were pushed to your limits and in need of sustenance.

“You got anything tomorrow?” Seonghwa asks through heavy panting as he wipes away the sweat that still runs down his temple.

“Besides, training, I’m free why?” You ask, downing what was left in your water bottle. You were too tired to even realize that he was once again, shirtless, in front of you.

“I was going to ask if you want to grab something to eat before heading home. Also because I owe you an apology, but we can’t stay too long in this place.” He notes, as the lights were slowly being shut off by the guards.

You glance behind you as you sigh, still too sore to move. “You got a point there. I can barely move too much on an empty stomach anyways so fine.” You mumble as you push yourself up with a groan. He was already up on his feet, casting a sympathetic smile your way as you gather the remaining strength in you to walk to the nearest store that was still open.

Eventually, both of you end up in a tonkatsu restaurant. Both of you were too tired and hungry to talk until the side dishes were served. You eat in silence, focusing first on your rumbling stomachs before any sort of discussion began.

“I’m sorry.” It was him who spoke up first. His utensils by the side after he finished his share. He meets your gaze with guilt in his eyes. “I was wrong for having treated you like that.” He continues. “I don’t have any alibi for what I did. I understand also if you don’t accept my apology.” Before he could continue, your respective meals were served.

“Let’s eat first, Seonghwa. We’re both too hungry and thirsty to deal with anything else properly.” You chide gently, as you gesture for him to eat up first. The both of you then eat in silence, there wasn’t any rush tonight. Neither of you could feel your legs after the entire training, and if you guys finished earlier than expected, there was a convenience store nearby where the both of you could kill time and make amends in.

True enough, both of you end up in the convenience store. It was your turn to start talking. “I don’t know why you did what you did to me, Seonghwa. It’s going to take time for me to forgive you.” You state as you watch people come and go past the convenience store. He does the same, occasionally looking at the yogurt drink in front of him. “I accept your apology still but like what I said, forgiving you will take a while.” You continue. “I respected you, y’know? The first few meetings even if we started on the wrong footing. I thought you were a really cool person and an amazing dancer already. But then, your comments just got too much…” You trail off, he knew where it was going. That’s what led both of you to be where you were now. Even if he admitted that he did what he did because he wanted to see you improve, and because of your potential, it wouldn’t excuse the effect his words had on you. He listens to you closely, sharing what you were comfortable sharing with him. He should’ve known that you worked better under praise.

“After all this, I hope that we work better... until at least our workshop.” You say, your eyes heavy on his figure. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for how guilty he looked, yet you couldn’t get yourself to immediately forgive him.

“Yeah, of course. I promise, I won’t talk shit. I’ll cooperate.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it Seonghwa.”

The remaining weeks went by without a hitch. The rest of the team eventually realizes the lack of bickerings from both of you. Both of you still stay on opposite ends of the room, but the malice isn’t present anymore.

“You think they banged?” Mingi mumbles to Yunho. Only to be met with a whack from Hongjoong. “Mingi, not everyone hate fucks…” The older mumbles with a tired sigh, stealing a handful of pringles from the younger. They glance over at the both of you: though you were on opposite ends of the room, it was obvious that both of you were going through the piece in your heads.

When they look at Seonghwa, they could see how relaxed his movements have become compared to before. He wasn’t as serious as before, and it was clear with his facial expressions. The same thing could go for you, you were cleaner with your executions, even when the both of you weren’t going all out with your movements, the boys could see the huge difference. Your coach definitely was on to something to have both of you become a unit.

The boys decided to stay and give you guys some company, and mostly to make sure none of you were at each other’s throats. They also wanted to see the final piece before anyone else did, especially when you told Mingi and Yunho that the piece was going to be finished by today. Cue, Wooyoung, San and Yeosang bouncing towards the two of you wanting to see it as well. Soon enough the entire crew was there, and Seonghwa had to apologize for his group of friends being too energetic. You didn’t mind it. You told him that it was a good opportunity to gain some opinions and suggestions to other parts if need be.

The finishing pose had both of you on the floor. You were used to Seonghwa’s rather suggestive antics by now and so was he to you. Though, unlike him, you always had a different pose every run so to have you act so bashful yet suggestive in front of your friends was an appreciated mood breaker. If you hadn’t done so, both your friends would’ve said something stupid. Regardless, they said nothing but praises much to your relief and his.

“We’re taking your class, by the way!” Wooyoung pipes up afterwards as you catch your breath. Both you and Seonghwa look at the rest of them.

“Fine but one condition.”

You stare at Seonghwa, unsure of what would come out of his lips.

“You’re going to be each other’s dance partner for this piece.” You glance at everyone’s faces. You knew how extra dancers can be especially if in their comfort zone. The extra goes to the hundreds when it comes to these boys. You were a little terrified but also, their presence in your workshop would help you calm down.

“Hyung, we’re seven though…”

“Six. Jongho already took the role of being in charge of documentation.” He corrects with a grin. You were just looking at the two sides exchanging friendly taunts and challenges. The chaos that ensues as the boys try to pick who they’d do the choreography with was enough to make your stomach hurt.

You had to lie on the floor from all the laughing. You had to wave your hands in defeat for them to tone down the chaos. Your arms struggle to push yourself up, ready to call it a day after the long hours of dancing. The staff then enters the room telling you that you only had five minutes left as there was another group that would be using the studio. The rest of you manage to pack up quickly, cleaning up after yourselves. Odd enough, you couldn’t find your bag and you were sure you never moved it from where you dropped it earlier.

“Looking for this?” Seonghwa calls from over your shoulder, your bag clinging onto his shoulder.

“Yeah, thanks.” A relieved sigh slipping from your lips as you reach out for it. He takes a step back though, a mischievous smirk gracing his lips. Has he been moisturizing them? A confused frown appears on your features at his actions. “Give it to me.” You whine, following after him.

“No. You’re tired. Let me carry it while we get dinner.”

“Why are you such a creature of habit?”

“Someone has to be between the two of us.”

As you bicker, the remaining seven were waiting for you outside the studio, hearing the two of you bicker.

“Mingi, you’re buying me a protein shake if they end up together.” San challenged.

“Buy me a new computer if they don’t.”

“Deal.”

The day of your workshop has arrived, and it was the last workshop for the entire fundraising event. Nerves were starting to get jittery and you were a little grateful you opted to buy coffee on the go rather than drink one prior to the workshop. You saw the students lined up outside the studio, all of which you greeted as you searched for your partner. “Where’s Seonghwa?” You whispered to your fellow member who was by the door. She gestures that he’s already inside, making sure the speakers were properly set up. She pushes the door open for you and you’re greeted by his back facing you. Before any thought about it could rise up, he notices your presence, a smile lighting up his face.

“Right on time. We got a workshop to do, partner.” He muses lightly, plugging his phone as he starts to play some music. You set your belongings to the side, throwing a small smile at him. He spots that it doesn’t reach your eyes and he pokes the corners of your lips upwards. “Come on, we’ll do fine. We’ve prepared an entire month for this.” He reassures you. He did have a point and so you flash another smile, a confident one this time.

“Let’s go.”

The past two hours go by without a hitch. The students were having fun, occasionally distracted by Yunho’s contagious laughter. Even you and Seonghwa would laugh at how the class’s energy was overall a good one. The students ask for the both of you to perform the choreography after having done a run themselves. Both of you exchange glances, unspoken questions that eventually were answered with Seonghwa standing up and giving the students what they wanted. An amused snort was your response and you follow his footsteps. Jongho already had his camera out, ready to record the entire run.

“Last run ever. Make it count.”

Even if your hair was already a mess and both of you were glistening with sweat, neither of you held back for this run. It was probably one of your best runs if you had to be honest. Both bodies were moving in sync, even your energies were responding to each other. You held him closer to your body than usual, not minding how close his face was to yours. His touches seemed to have a more suggestive undertone as compared to before. Each interaction you had resulted in squeals from the students, clearly affected by how both of you were dancing.

He wasn’t sure either if he caught you smirking up at him while you were on your knees.

The piece ends with both of you close to each other’s bodies, breaking apart from each other once the song goes back to the start. That was the only time a smile breaks your features. The both of you bow to the students, thanking them for their time and energy to be with the both of you. Some students approach the both to take photos with them to commemorate the event which neither of you could say no to. After all the celebration between the students and the team, the two of you were left in the studio, packing up your things.

“You did well there.” Seonghwa says now that both of you were alone. Your workshop was the last one for the day and everyone else was already out eating dinner to celebrate the success of the fundraiser. You look at him through the mirror as you wipe your sweat. Even if your towel had half your face obscured, the way your eyes lit up and curved into crescents had his heart skipping.

“You didn’t do so bad yourself, either.” You return with ease, hanging the towel over your shoulder as you pick up your bag. Before you could continue, both of your phones buzz with a message. All of a sudden, the two of you burst into jumps and elated yelling.

“Training next week?”

“2PM in the same studio?”

“Yup!”

“Nice!”

Overwhelmed with happiness, they ended up crashing into a hug. This was probably the ninth hug you’ve shared with him this entire day-- not that you counted it or anything. You pull away from him, looking up at his elated face, and him to yours.

“Congratulations. Looks like we’re going to have to suffer for a little longer.” He teases you lightly, hoisting his bag up over his shoulder.

You snort at such statement. “I mean, from the looks of it, I don’t think it’s suffering anymore.” You return, following his footsteps closely as you look over at the now dim studio.

“That’s a good point to raise. More dinners with you, if anything.” He adds as both of you walk to the convenience store where both of you first ate together.

“Seonghwa, just admit that you just want to steal more of my coffee jelly.”

Fast forward to the competition day, all of you gave your everything on that floor where everyone from not only in the venue but also through their computer screens can watch you. You stepped down that stage gasping for air, and if the situation let you, you could’ve just fallen asleep on the floor. The other members hold onto you as everyone made their way backs to their seats: your legs still too exhausted to take another step on their own. Seonghwa right by your side, with a bottle of water for you. His eyes wrought with concern over your near crumpled figure. You definitely had pushed yourself too far the past few days. Regardless of what happens, you were able to give your heart out on that floor with a team that mattered so much to you.

The rest managed to give their best on stage despite the jet lag of traveling from Korea to LA. Some of the members were in their seats, fast asleep to catch up on the lost sleep from the past few days of intensive training. Seonghwa and you were one of those who were slouched over on your seats. You had your head leaning against his shoulder, while his head rested against yours. Both of you didn’t realize that your fingers were loosely interlocked with one another’s.

Your coach tells the members to wake those who were asleep in time for them to announce the results. Neither of you seemed to mind that you were holding each other’s hands when you woke up. The minutes felt like eternity as they slowly announced who took the bronze and the silver. Seonghwa holding onto your hand as tightly as he could as everyone was silently praying that your team would take home the gold.

True enough, the hosts announce your team as the winner for this year’s competition, resulting in everyone jumping and hollering in joy. You drop to your knees, elated to know that your months of sweat, lack of sleep and stress had paid off. Seonghwa was jumping around wildly, pulling you up and into his arms. “We did it! We won!” He exclaims. Without another thought, his lips graze against your temple and that was enough to wake you up.

He notices you stiffen up in his arms. “I-I’m sorry! I got too caught up in my happiness…” He tries to reason, pulling away as he rubs his neck.

“..C-can you do that again?” You ask shyly. He looks at you with wide eyes, unable to believe what he had just heard.

Before either of you could answer, everyone was already pushing each other to go on stage to celebrate with the other winners.

Needless to say, your friends had taken a few photos of that interaction and have sent the both of you the photos of you sleeping against each other, along with that kiss.

#ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez seonghwa #my writings #this got pretty long for my standards oops #anyways did the editing amen

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heeyoo everyone ! i’m ume ( 21+, she/her, pst! ) and this is my first muse here ! i’ve been eyeing this place for a while but only got enough time recently to really be able to join so i’m supes excited to be here !!! anyway enough with the ice-breaker-esque intro, this is hana 🖤 ( yves fc ) and she’s quite the pain in the ass bc she has quite the longest stick in her ass lmfao! her profile is right here, but it’s ridiculously long ( not that this isn’t ridiculously long but wtv ) so if you don’t want to get a headache .... mb read the below deets first ? i’d reaaaaaaaally love to plot with everyone, i’d much prefer it over twitter (@nagisasgf) or via discord ( feel free to ask! ) rather than tumblr dms, if possible. but if you’d also like to plot, feel free to like this and i’ll zoom by for some one on one time ! 🤪🤪🤪

TW WARNINGS CHILD ABUSE, VIOLENCE, BLOOD, NSFW

meet cho hana

again, cho hana: 21 y/o ( 11/11/98 ), toseong senior majoring in transfiguration, minor in herbology

she’s also in these clubs: chess club (co-president), debate club, and herbology club!

her mother chose her clubs and her major, hana chose her minor and the herbology club

born and raised in seoul, south korea! she’s also a mahoutokoro graduate

she was a ‘accident’, her father is severely out of the picture to the point that hana doesn’t even know his name / whereabouts or questions about him because her mother never told her about him at all and hana just accepted it ( aka her mother has a very tight reign on hana’s life )

speaking of her mother, her mother is a famed auror who fell from grace when she got pregnant with hana

because of her pregnancy with hana, she had to retire early and thus dedicated her entire life making sure hana didn’t make the same mistakes she did and was just as smart, talented and envied as ahyoung had been

this makes for a very restrained childhood, where all hana knew was studying, studying and more studying

also if it isn’t obvious, hana has serious mommy issues to the point that she’s disillusioned herself into thinking everything is okay when it’s not

( TW FOR CHILD ABUSE )

whenever her mother was displeased with something, she’d physically abuse hana -- it began when hana would get things wrong, if she didn’t get the right grades or failed to make the top of her class but then it started to extend to embarrassing her mother by saying or doing the wrong things

( END TW )

it’s pretty bad because hana thinks, still, if she works hard enough she can somehow gain her mother’s love

ever since she was young, hana was conditioned to strive for the best, because she was ‘cho ahyoung’s daughter’ she could do it, to the point that it not only inflated hana’s ego, it also really fucked up her self-esteem and how she she’s her own self-worth

a lot of people think she’s a ‘genius’ or ‘prodigy’ because of her academic history but she’s literally the opposite, she works way too hard for her grades but her mother wants her to pretend she’s a genius because she thinks it’s embarrassing that her own daughter isn’t a natural-born genius like she is

i, hana

this bitch has Big Tsun vibes if you know it you know it 🤪

like she’ll geniunely care but she’s also HEAVES BIG SIGH BC ???? WHY ??? WHAT ARE THESE FEELINGS ???

she’s such a priss, and she knows it -- that’s why i say she has a stick up her ass bc she does

she’s definitely not a wild card, she’s very by the book, rules and all, sure -- she tries not to fault people if they’re not the same as her but if you go out of your way to be stupid, you’ll be getting an ear-full

probably the most put-together person you know, organized, meticulous, looks like she has her life all together? yeah that’s cho hana

her outfits of choice are hot librarian chic, if you must know -- yes, she owns sweater vests and layers her clothes, and yes she thinks they’re sexy

she’s not mean, but she’s also not unreasonably nice off the gate ???? she’s just really civil and mutual ??? mostly she’ll fake smile at you but in her head she’s like ‘i’m with stupid’

no, but if you’re really dumb / do something really dumb she’ll call you out on it without filter

she’s a very type-A personality, but she wasn’t always like this. if anything, she was made to be this way and it kind of stuck. she carries around a planner ( no, not those bullet journal crap ) an actual planner with real dates, a to-do list and scheduled sessions written for almost every minute of every day. if she loses this, she’ll practically shut down

hana doesn’t love control, she needs it -- if anything, without it, she can get a little antsy, so much that it kind of fucks with her fragile ego ( you can thank her mother for the need to be in control bc her mother literally controls every aspect of her life )

if she’s upset, she’ll probably grin through it before quickly excusing herself to go throw vases at the walls or tear flowers to shreds in the greenhouse

if you need someone to critically tear down your confidence and dish reality’s terrible news to you, hana’s probably the person you need

you can probably find hana in 3 places if she’s not in her dorm: studying in the library, crying in the greenhouse, or smoking at the pool of universe

she’s praised as some kind of genius or prodigy, but hana thinks it’s more of an insult than a compliment because she's neither. she won’t deny it but you can probably instantly see the way her demeanor changes towards you when you call her either of those things

this bitch should go on jeopardy with all the useless information she keeps on hand from all her studying, tbh. like she’d be leading a normal conversation with her friends, and if it’s remotely related, she’d randomly insert it into the conversation as if it was something normal like asking about the weather.

not one to go out looking for trouble, but much like a vulture – she follows it. perhaps it’s her desire to be praised, to feel needed, whatever – but in her group of friends, could probably be seen as the moral compass, if not, the person who’s cleaning up everyone’s messes ( or holding their hair while they puke their guts out )

needed connects

childhood friends who know how hana’s mom is, and all the stress she puts on her ( but not the bad things that happen at home ) and try to help her through her issues but hana’s like ‘no, it’s not your problem, it’s okay’ but this friend won’t give up because they hate to see hana so stressed and sad and frustrated and just want the best for her!!!!

give her friends who want to loosen her up because she’s literally so fuCKING RIGID, she needs to live a little but hana is literally like fuck that shit i need to study my ass off or else i’ll lose my place ( but really she’d probably not lose her place, she’s just delusional )

ppl she can actually break down in front of bc she feels stress keeping up w everyone’s expectations of who she is and she’s kind of SIck of pretending to be this Perfect Person but she keeps it up bc it’s better than hearing the nasty things about her

give me a good tension-filled rivals plot, this bitch is honestly so hyper-competitive it’s ridiculous, we’d just love someone to go ‘chill tf out you bitch, but oh yeah look how i steal rank 1 from you’

TOSEONG SENIOR PREFECT LOCKED ! so, hana worked extra hard junior year in order to get senior prefect ( or even head girl ) but since she got neither, hana is a) pissed and b) bitter because now she has her mother breathing down her neck for not getting either positions, but her mother’s wrath adds even more : ) unnecessary : ) stress and that stress : ) gets unreasonably taken out on that toseong senior prefect

exes who couldn’t keep up with her -- hana always puts her relationships second to her academic priorities and it comes to a point where she’ll put studying/getting ahead before hanging out with her significant other, and it has always been this way ; she’s also just never able to properly put her feelings into proper words so she’s always just ... Repressed

someone give her a love where she ALMOST threw everything away for but at the last minute didn’t -- OR BETTER YET she was so ready to do it but the s/o was like Sike! and she was left devastated and her already vulnerable feelings got even worse to the point that she closed herself off

HERBOLOGY CLUB MEMBER LOCKED ! ( could be a junior year or above! ) hana wasn’t always in the herbology club, but she joined her sophomore year after a brush of fate. after getting really bad results on her DADA exam, and fearing what her mother would say/do, she finds solace in the greenhouse ( she’s been there several times bc of her minor and finds it empty at certain hours ) and begins ripping up the plants. your muse can find hana and scold her / console her / etc. but somehow the interaction ends with your muse convincing hana to join the herbology club

( TW NSFW )

someone pls fuck her against a bookcase, just a thought

rivals but fwb ( can also be paired with the connect from above! )

( END TW )

hana secretly smokes. she doesn’t fault anyone who does, hana just thinks it’s a bad habit for herself and if her mother knew, she knew she’d never hear the end of it. so, enter your muse either they found her while they themselves were looking for a smoke or just happened upon her -- either way they found out hana smokes and it can end in either a ) hana doesn’t give a shit and ends up having smoking dates with them or b ) hana fucking fears for her life and exchanges something in order for you to keep your mouth shut

( TW ABUSE, VIOLENCE )

PRE-ESTABLISHED FRIENDS PLOT REQ ! but your muse mistakenly walks in on hana and her mother in the middle of a heated argument. you finally see hana being the submissive person you Don’t know her to be and in the nick of time you see her mother slap the shit out of her. you try to talk to hana but don’t know what to say -- shockingly enough -- you don’t need to say anything because hana just breaks down and it kind of just makes sense. from there, your muse will probably be the only person hana goes to about her mommy issues, especially when hana’s mom makes her ‘surprise’ visits to campus to check up on her

( END TW )

hana isn’t a bad drinker, if anything -- she’s pretty good at keeping her alcohol in check. however, you aren’t -- so here she is, holding your hair, holding your arm, or helping you back to your dorm room. either way, she’s here to take care of you and in the morning, lecture you for your almost alcohol intoxication scare

as top of her class, hana isn’t unfamiliar to tutoring others, if anything, a lot of her professors actually ask her to do so -- pairing her with several of their students at one time. maybe you’re one of the students she tutors?

someone who envies how well hana does in school, and is constantly praised for it -- maybe hates her for it? idk -- something spicy i guess or going so far to say how easily it comes to hana and kind of undermines the hard work hana actually does and hana either takes it or blows up at them for it bc that shit is annoying as fuck

toseong house cute plots bc hana isn’t really all that cute but like she tries ... she wants affection but won’t go out of her way to ask for it??? bitch has problems i swear

toseong house not so cute plots ( could also be relevant to any not from toseong ) who are just sick of hana’s genius bullcrap and want to take her down a notch !!!!! my ass heavily wanting this bc who doesn’t love a muse in pain / agony ; could also apply as a rivals / hate plot idk

( TW BLOOD )

HEALING MAJORS LOCKED ! your muse catches hana in the middle of her rage episodes. she unceremoniously is wreaking havoc somewhere and ends up breaking glass to the point that she ends up bleeding. your muse chances upon her -- sees that she’s bleeding and offers to patch her up. whether or not she fesses up to why she ended up this way, can be determined!

( END TW )

#msu:intro #honestly if you read all this u deserve everything Good in the world #also known as ume doesnt know when to stfuuuuuuuuu !!!!11!!1!!!#also yes i stole parts of her profile and stuck it here y not #ill have another post for halloween plots when i stop spamming the event blog bc my ass doesnt read directions carefully #tws are there just in case none of it is explained graphically but just in case ykno!!

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Utane Uta x Soune Taya infodump (Shiro-Sora)

General Chemistry Uta is pretty sarcastic, blunt, and reserved, so it’s an interesting development to see her grow and interact with the pure and shy Taya as they both overcome their shortcomings together. Uta just lost her passion to depression, but that's touched on eventually/later. She's all like "I hate life" but that's because of depression. She also lost her interest in music to depression, but being with Taya and being in a musical school has her slowly regain it. Taya tries to help out Uta and make her smile but... he ends up upsetting her one time... When Taya finds out how depressed Uta really is he starts crying for her and saying "I'm sorry..." and Uta is like "Why are you crying? Nothing is your fault..." And Taya apologizes again and says it's a habit that he feels responsible for his friend's sadness. Uta hugs him. "I haven't been able to cry for years, so I'm a bit jealous..." She says. "But... I still don't want you to cry though... I like to see your smile, ok?" Taya is very polite, and selfless. He's always willing to do favors for people. He speaks in polite language. He bows at many occasions (Even in this universe that takes place in the USA, and not Japan.) He is humble as well. These may seem like quirks or obsessions as first, but it stems from his feeling of obligation to do things for people and "not be a burden," because he had friends and teachers who treated him like a burden before. When his anemia caused him to faint or miss classes, everyone treated him as a burden. When he starts hanging out with Uta, she comments on how he feels like a butler and tells him to loosen up, it's okay to be a bit more relaxed, and selfish even. Well I think the day Uta finally cries and lets out her emotions is when something bad happens to her (fighting with her father perhaps,) but Taya comes and helps and comforts her, then confesses his love for her. And then come the waterworks, from both of them! Other General Background Stuff (including their gender identities and such) Uta Utane is non-binary, and first discovers it at age 20 through Taya, after getting to know him and realizing she is non-binary as well. Uta eventually switches to identifying as demigirl and uses she/her and they/them pronouns. Taya Soune is non-binary (he/him, trans-masculine, lesbian) and discovered his identity at age 14. He is DFAB and had been raised as a girl until then. A lot of his gender identity is still a secret from his parents, even though they know he takes testosterone hormone therapy. (They assume he is a trans man.)

Uta’s mother died when she was 4 years old. This fanfic takes place in the USA, so she is Japanese-American. Uta’s mother loved music and singing, and named her daughter after the Japanese word for song. After Uta’s mother died, her father didn’t take it well. He abandoned all music and began to hate it, because it brought back painful memories of Uta’s mother. Taya is also Japanese-American. His parents named him “Taya” with the intent of giving him an easy name to pronounce and relate to for Americans. Since Taya was designated female at birth, he was also given a name that sounded female to Americans. He still decided to keep the name after transitioning, however.

Taya picked up his habit of politely bowing when he was 15 years old and took a summer trip to Japan for two months. For this trip, he studied Japanese extensively to be able to communicate with the local people. He can speak Japanese at an intermediate skill level because of this. While he was in Japan, he felt that bowing was an expression of utmost politeness and now continues to do it back in the USA out of both out of reflex and courtesy. Uta had never been to Japan. Her father, who abandoned music after Uta’s mother died, never taught Uta the meaning of her name. When Uta was 10 years old, she was mistaken as being named Utah by everyone and was teased for it. So she Googled her name. She learned that it meant “song” in Japanese. She began to learn about Japanese culture, especially pop culture and music, in secret from her father. Quirks and Funny Moments Uta’s catchphrase is “Yare yare...” (“Good grief...”) Taya’s catchphrase is “Is that sou, desu ne?” (“Sou desu ne” is basically “Is that so?” in Japanese. I combined the two. He also tends to mumble “Sou, ne” which means “oh, well,” and alludes to... his last name! Taya is smart and dignified but... very clumsy and naive as well. Uta is badass, but kind of “chaotic dumb” in certain ways. Sometimes she forgets to do her homework while doing her homework. Don’t ask. Taya loves sweets, and his favorite is strawberry shortcake. He is also a good pastry chef... Uta is horrible at cooking! She is so horrible, that she makes things mega-explode! She is so horrible, she needs Taya to cook for her just so she can get by! Taya gets completely drunk after just a few sips of alcohol. When his 21st birthday comes in the story, he has his first drink. He gets drunk almost instantly and becomes a lot less shy. He starts singing drunk karaoke along with an intoxicated Meiko. (The songs Ghost Rule and World is Mine come to mind.) Taya and Momo Momone once got into a rather heated argument over whether strawberries or peaches are better. Uta asked herself why she was surrounded by airheads. Uta buys Taya a strawberry Squishmallow for his birthday. In no time, Taya is able to think of a personality and an extensive backstory for his new plush friend. Uta is... impressed.

One time Taya tried playing Uta’s violin instead of his usual cello. He played an earsplitting tune and ended up breaking the violin. Not only does it just break, it comically explodes into little pieces! Taya wears fancy and posh menswear all the time. To every occasion. Even to sleep. Don’t judge him. Taya is 5’4” but wishes he were at least 5’8”. He has a slight Napoleonic complex, which is somewhat unexpected. It is eventually revealed that Taya started dressing in such an elegant way to make up for his lack of height. Uta reassures Taya that his height is fine. (Once before they started dating, she accidentally slipped out that she thinks Taya is “handsome the way he is” and became flustered. However, Taya didn’t take Uta’s compliment as having any romantic undertones.) Uta’s height is 5’0” and she is rather fine with it. Deep down, she doesn’t want Taya to be tall. She likes Taya just the way he is. “Why did you set me on fire, Uta? Why didn’t you just write your essay?” -Quote from Taya, when Uta didn’t write her essay and ended up setting Taya on fire instead. (Don’t ask.) Their Part-Time Jobs Uta works part time at a hat shop. This is because Uta loves hats. In fact, she is usually never seen without her favorite hat, a black beret. Even when she is wearing a different hat, such as a beanie, she still usually is carrying her beret with her somewhere. Uta’s hat shop is at the mall, in the dimly-lit corner where nobody really goes to. It is a small shop and she is the head of it. The sales at the shop are poor. The place is named “Defoko’s Hats,” after the nickname Miki gave Uta. The nickname Defoko came from now Miki thought Uta was such a “default” type of person the first time she met her, whatever that was supposed to mean. (The word default written in Japanese katakana is pronounced “deforuto.” The first part of “deforuto” was combined with “ko,” a common ending in Japanese girls’ names, to make the nickname Defoko.) Taya works part-time at Denny’s as a waiter. He started working there to pay back the funds it took to fix a window that he broke by crashing through said window like the Kool-Aid man while he was drunk after having only one drink on his 21st birthday. (Because he cannot hold his alcohol.) Taya over-achieves at his job at Denny’s and acts as if he is a waiter in a five-star restaurant. Along with always wearing his posh, elegant clothing to the job, he is very overly-polite and tactful when taking orders, even bowing at times... people have commented that he feels more like a butler than a waiter. Taya also tends to pour the drinks at the table. In fancy teacups. He pours from a fancy kettle into the cup from a high angle. In fact, he pours them from so high, he has to get a ladder. Everyone in the restaurant stares at him. Taya is quite odd, but he does get a lot of tips. And more people have been coming to the restaurant since he had started working there. He isn’t even going for a gimmick however. He is literally just being Taya. The Theatre Club Taya wanted Uta to join the musical theatre club with him. He felt unconfident in himself alone. Taya is somewhat experienced in singing, though he is a complete beginner in the acting aspect of musical theatre. Uta has no interest in theatre, though joins to help out Taya. The biggest reason Taya wanted this is because he had a play he dreamed of acting out with everyone. It’s a play he wrote himself, from his heart. Taya is alone a lot, but he hopes this play can bring him and his schoolmates closer together. This is all Taya asks for. Uta admires his sincerity. However, since Taya is a newcomer, and the other members of the club are well-established, nobody is thinking of considering Taya’s play as their acting source material, even though nobody else’s ideas are really clicking. Given his nature, Taya doesn’t speak up. They only pay attention to him when Uta tells everyone that he’d like to share an idea. The play is… short, and similar to the one in Clannad? Except with… more people… lol. Haven’t thought too hard about the plot yet. However, it has the line, “Take my hand, I’ll take you to a place where miracles happen.” Taya’s character will be the one to say this line. Note: Okay so I thought harder and brought in the lyrics to “Dolls” by Rozenkreuz-P. So it’s basically about a child who felt alone in the world, so he built a mechanical doll to have as a friend, though he had to leave the doll behind one day to depart to “a world beyond ours” AKA death. The doll was left all alone to age and weather. The doll comes to life and is able to move. It becomes able to speak, so it sets out on an adventure, meeting people in the world it was left behind in. The doll helps out many people with its magical power. The doll’s favorite saying is “Take my hand, I’ll take you to a place where miracles happen.” One day, the doll eventually breaks, and is unable to contain the spirit within it. The doll’s spirit is able to reunite with its beloved owner who created it. Also the doll is a genderless character, because well… Taya wrote this. The work is eventually given the name “Fantasia Story,” exactly like Nagisa’s play from Clannad. Taya is playing the role of the doll. In-universe, it is said to have an “otherworldly feel” to it, and even “Wow, did you write this, Taya? That’s incredible…” A few songs are composed and written by the music club for the play, and the only one mentioned by name in the fic will be the solo Taya sings. It’ll be an actual song as well, Dolls by Rozenkreuz-P (feat. Kagamine Rin). Since this fic takes place in the USA… pretend it’s been translated to English or something. I imagine that maybe IA was the one who composed the song in-universe. Friendship Interactions (From when they were still just friends) Taya felt platonic (friendship) love for Uta the moment he first met her. He was lost on the college campus during his first day, and Uta offered to help Taya find where he was going, even though she didn’t know much about the campus herself. Taya immediately sensed that Uta was a good person. Taya wanted Uta to stay longer and talk with him for a while. When Uta went on her way and left Taya after she couldn’t help him, he felt dejected, but he felt so happy and blessed when he met Uta again later in the day and got to become close friends with her. He states the memory of their meeting is enough to make him cry. Taya is very fond of Uta. He sees her as such a wonderful and special person. He cannot stand seeing her hurt or upset, it hurts him as well. Uta grows to be very fond of Taya. The kindness and pureness of Taya’s heart widens Uta’s perspective on life. She is inspired to be someone more like him, who doesn’t harbor harsh feelings in their heart. Uta grows very protective of Taya. In a sense, she becomes willing to do anything for the sake of him, even doing something embarrassing in front of everyone in physics class to take the attention away from Taya sleep-talking in class. As best friends, they open up about their problems to each other and are always willing to be each other’s shoulder to cry on. When their lives take a turn for the stressful, they have each other. Their bond deeps this way. Uta’s crush on Taya began when she saw how confident he became when acting in the play he wrote himself. Also through the story in the play, Uta felt she got to learn so much about what’s in Taya’s heart. Uta began to see Taya as a wonderful, sweet, humble, and charming person. Taya’s crush on Uta started out as a “platonic crush.” It gradually grew into a romantic one. Taya began seeing Uta in a different light when he realized she was not only kind, but very brave and willing to help anyone in need. Once when Taya wasn’t feeling good, he still felt obligated to work and to do Uta favors. Uta told Taya he needed to rest and to take it easy. She attempted to cook chicken and vegetable porridge for Taya but nearly made the kitchen explode... however, by a miracle of friendship (or love?) the actual porridge didn’t turn out so bad. However, that night Taya’s condition worsened and became severe. He needed to go to the emergency room for pneumonia and a blood transfusion (due to anemia.) Taya began to feel like a burden, but Uta reassured him he wasn’t and blamed herself. They then worked out that maybe it was nobody’s fault. This bout of illness happened shortly before Taya was to perform his musical theatre play. Therefore, Taya isn’t in top condition when he performs. However, he still does his best and gives a good performance. Shippy Details and Interactions (From after they became lovers) Taya is a very gentle and affectionate person. Right after he confesses his love to Uta, he is rather chaste about showing his affection out of shyness. But they grow to trust each other more about these feelings. Taya is a huge hugger and loves to cuddle. Uta is gray-romantic, meaning she rarely feels romantic attraction. She seldom felt romantic feelings in her life. She never felt them substantially before meeting Taya, who she considers her first, and really, only love. Uta never thought she would be big with hugging and cuddling, but physical affection with Taya gives her comfort. (DISCLAIMER: I’m not trying to state that people who lack romantic attraction are “broken” or need to be “repaired.” Other types of love, such as platonic or familial love can be just as, or even more meaningful and fulfilling than the romantic kind.) Taya likes singing Uta to sleep. He even recorded his voice softly singing lullabies for Uta to listen to while falling asleep for when he can’t be available to sing for her. Uta thinks this is very sweet of him. Taya likes holding/hugging or clinging to Uta gently as they fall asleep together. Sometimes when Taya is feeling down, Uta does this to Taya and it comforts him greatly. The Emotional Part TW: ABUSIVE PARENT

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Taya is practicing lines from the short play he wrote himself. He reaches his hand out and says “Take my hand... I’ll take you to a place where miracles happen.” This captures Uta’s heart.

Eventually in the story, something emotional happens. Uta gets in a fight with her father over her college major. Uta has learned to love music again and now truly wants to pursue it. However, Uta’s father still hates music, and hates that his daughter’s name is Uta (meaning “song”), and hates that the family’s name is Utane (“singing sound”.) Uta’s mother died when she was young. Her now single father is distant, abusive, and wants Uta to be a business major.

Things get emotional between them, and even a bit physical. Taya sees the whole thing, and steps in at a certain point as Uta’s father is about to hit his daughter. Uta tells Taya to stop for his own good, not wanting Taya to have to get hurt. Uta grabs Taya by the hand and runs off.

Once away from the scene, Uta then vents to Taya and tells him that life has been terrible because it lost all its meaning... Uta starts sobbing and letting out all her pent-up emotions. Taya hugs her, unable to handle seeing Uta cry, letting tears slide down his own face. After crying and comforting Uta for a bit, Taya says... “Uta, take my hand... I’ll take you to a place where miracles happen...” This time he’s for real. He‘s reaching his hand out to Uta. He‘s trying to comfort her. Both of them are misty-eyed. Uta takes his hand... and smiles at him. “Now, shall we go?” Taya smiles back. “Yes...” They take a walk to the place where they first met... And after a talk about their memories, Taya confesses his love to Uta at the top of the hill under the stars. Uta’s Life, Music, and Singing Uta Utane started out not being a singer. Until she went to Sonare Community College, the music-oriented college the story takes place in, and met Taya, she had never taken a singing lesson in her life. Uta’s late mother used to love singing. Uta herself was exclusively a violinist at first. She started playing the violin in childhood. When she lost her passion for music to depression, she still continued to play the violin simply because she felt she’d come too far to abandon it. Early in the story, Uta went to karaoke with Taya to help themselves come out of their shells a bit and become less shy in performing. Their new acquaintances Ritsu Namine and Ruko Yokune gave very powerful performances of -ERROR and The Lost One’s Weeping, and blew everyone away. Next, shy Taya gave a performance of From Y to Y, and Uta found out that he actually had a really beautiful singing voice. Uta went up on stage next and sang Jitter Doll rather horribly. Her voice was screechy, scratchy, and off-key. It was actually so bad that the microphone started making a weird feedback noise. She became so embarrassed that she stopped in the middle... and confessed with shame that she wasn’t a singer, and that she just came to help out Taya. Everyone cheered Uta on regardless. It was a great feeling, and pushed Uta to want to pursue singing. Uta becomes Taya’s singing partner, and Taya coaches Uta with what he knows about vocals. Within a year, the quality of Uta’s voice develops well. Eventually, Uta is outside with Taya. A mood strikes them and they start singing. Uta is singing a solo part, and suddenly her father comes up. “Uta?” He says. Uta is suddenly revolted by his presence and ready to take Taya’s hand and run away. She hates her dad and was ready for him to say something awful. But rather... “When did you learn to sing like that? You sounded just like your mother. It brought back memories...” Uta’s father is smiling sentimentally? Uta still doesn’t trust him, and neither does Taya, but Uta’s legs somehow just won’t move. “I...” Uta starts to speak. “You know, I realized something.” Uta’s father interrupts. “I should’ve stayed strong for you. I should have let you pursue music if it made you this happy. Your mother may have passed, but... music is where she lives on. How... how have I not realized that she lives on in you...?” Uta’s father suddenly begins sobbing. Uta doesn’t know how to react at first... but Taya pats him on the back. “Dad...” Uta eventually finds the words to say. “It’s okay now. I’m sorry I never realized you felt this way. I’d recommend not bottling these things up. Seek some professional help, okay? The first step to recovering is realizing these things. I promise, things will get better.” Uta’s father never fully redeems himself, but he lets go all his hatred caused by a traumatic past he cannot change and stops burdening his daughter with his harsh feelings. Two years after the beginning of the story, Uta goes back to the same karaoke place where she first sang Jitter Doll horribly. Little does she know, her performance became somewhat infamous there among the workers for being awful. All 46 Vocaloid and UTAU characters featured in the fic will be present in this scene. This will be a party scene, and perhaps nearing the series’ finale. “Hey, isn’t she that one who couldn’t sing?” The staff says upon seeing her. “Yes, and I’m back.” Uta says. “Now let’s turn up the volume in here. I’ll be requesting Jitter Doll.” This time, Uta totally slays every note of the song with great power and technique. She isn’t impeccably skilled yet, but she’s getting there. Applause booms from the group. Uta’s improvement is as clear as day. Not only did Uta’s singing improve within those two years, but so did her life and character. Her personality is now more cheerful and less closed-off, and she managed to overcome depression alongside Taya, becoming much more confident and buoyant in the process. Eventually... (After Story and Epilogue...) Taya plans an event on the hill where he and Uta first met. It’s a formal evening cookout with a lot of karaoke. In the place where they first met, Taya proposes marriage to Uta on a day in April. They are 24 years old. Their honeymoon is in Tokyo that June. Two months after the honeymoon, in August, they have their wedding and get married. Three years later at age 27, the two adopt their first child, a baby girl they name Sonata.

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Nothing changes

Word Count: 1,456

Character(s): Roman

Pairing(s): None

Warning(s): Self-deprecation, toxic parenting, negative thinking, toxic relationship implied

Summary: So. Roman couldn't take all those subtle insults anymore. And what could he do about it? Apart from waiting it out until he could live by himself, absolutely nothing.

A/N: Hope you don't mind a vent fic

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Middle school.

Roman had been one of the lucky kids.

Not necessarily liked by every single one of his classmates, but not much disliked by them at all. Bullying hadn't bothered him in any of his school years, in fact he wasn't even sure it happened that frequently in their institute.

He had his fair share of friends, his grades were all pretty high, apart from the occasional maths test impossible to comprehend, he had an older sister that minded her own business and parents that assured him a decent lifestyle.

He didn't have much to worry about, only the normal teenage dilemmas.

« What's that? »

« Huh? »

« You have something on your face. »

Only the normal teenage dilemmas.

Roman had been up for less than an hour, talking wasn't exactly his best skill at that moment, but otherwise, he would have angered his father if he stayed silent, which was the last thing he needed as he was the one to take him to school.

« It's a mole. » no matter how many times he told him, his dad never remembered he had a mole on top of the bridge of his nose. He always said he had a dirty spot.

« No, not that one. » the man pointed his finger on his forehead.

Roman reached and found an uneven spot on his skin. Oh god no, not now. Why did puberty have to hate teens like that?

Well, what did he have to do about it?

His father returned to his newspaper reading on his phone and didn't give out any input: Roman guessed he had to fix it by doing nothing and wait for it to disappear.

Only that, it didn't disappear. It spread into many others along his face and he slowly developed the urge to press them all, to which, eventually, he gave in.

Of course, his dad's derision wasn't late to the party either.

Every single bit of interaction they had ultimately focused on some part of Roman's body he didn't like, anything that wasn't exactly perfect was his ideal easy target. And it wasn't like Roman could disagree, what he said were simple facts that subtly left him feeling offended.

That little speck of time they spent together in the morning before and during their car ride to the school, lunch, dinner, the only times they were around each other were enough of a reason for some criticizing to take place.

He felt his pride sink down with every word, but he hung on his sister's words. « It's normal, he was like that with me, too. »

That meant he was going to stop, right?

He told himself way too many times that his arguments with his father were simple routine during his age for him to believe it anymore.

High-school.

« So, how did it go? » Roman's mother was sleeping on the couch, while his dad sat next to her, brand new iPad in his hands.

Why, you actually care?

« It went well, our art teacher is hilarious. » he eyed him while eating some pasta his mum had cooked as he was coming home. His father got up to get ready for work again.

« Yeah? »

« Mhm. He- » Roman smiled as he was talking. Bad decision, he shouldn't have done that.

The man narrowed his eyes at him. « Wait. » he got closer and basically inspected his face, demanding him to keep his mouth open as if he were at the dentist.

Even with no audience to see that scene, that was one of the most embarrassing things he asked him to do. Suddenly, he was reminded of that one time he had started to sniff his hair like some kind of dog, trying to prove the point that he smelled bad instead of simply saying "hey, take a shower".

« Can't you see your teeth are a bit crooked? »

« I've had braces for five years. »

« I know, but I still don't think they're, you know, perfect. » he marked the last word with emphasis as if he didn't actually mean that word.

« Whatever. » Roman added in a low tone, defeated by yet another imperfection he couldn't fix. It wasn't like that wasn't the first time he told him that.

« What? » his dad's eyes grew hard.

Fix it, you idiot.

Panic rose in his chest, his heartbeat increased and he felt his mind racing. All for an insignificant answer.

« Ah. Nothing important. »

His father eyed the clock and fled the scene as he noticed he was getting late. Shortly thereafter, his mother would have followed.

It went like that for literal years.

His hair, his face, his teeth, his body, his fingers. He talked and his father never listened, he only focused on something to pick on him. Something he could use to graze his self-esteem away bit by bit.

Until nothing about him really appealed him anymore. Until Roman started avoiding mirrors by instinct, until he tried to cover everything with makeup but eventually failed cause he never had enough time.

Until he stopped saying "thank you" to compliments and instead started disagreeing. "I don't believe you", "That's not true", "You're talking about yourself".

He forgot how to accept people's love, which led to him having a twisted version of it in his mind. When his first boyfriend arrived, he thought being more mocked than appreciated was the normality for everybody. He thought having "I hate you" being told to him instead of "I love you" was fine. That the only time his boyfriend ever meant he sincerely loved him had to be in very rare and extreme circumstances and he didn't even remember when that had happened last.

And when he stopped talking to him for days as punishment since he got annoyed at Roman for simply existing, Roman believed he deserved it and coexisted with the anxiety and anguish while waiting for him to come back.

It took him almost two years to recover from that, at least partially.

Two years to be able to love again and know better.

But his father didn't stop. Sure, he might have slowed down, but never ceased to point out the first thing that came in his mind.

Roman developed anxiety at the sole thought of them being in the same room, of his dad stomping his feet while going up the stairs, of when he opened a door with that usual loud noise. His almost constant yelling. Him creeping up behind him to read his messages, him sitting next to or in front of Roman during meals. His father just being there with his forever angered presence.

« Why does your face look like that? »

God please why, I'm just eating, leave me alone, just go to work I beg you.

Roman shrugged.

« Have you looked in a mirror? » as a matter of fact, no. « You're full of red spots, you're going to end up with a ruined face. But if that's what you want. »

The only thing I want as of now is ripping my entire face off, thank you very much.

He felt numb, but at the same time a fiery rage rumbled in his stomach. He just had to ... repress it. Like any other time.

In the meantime, his dad had started making a fuss out of it, calling his very tired wife to take a look at his son and "tell him what they had to do to fix that".

With a knowing look of "yes, I know this is normal, we all went through this when we were young apart form him, apparently", she said nothing and waited for him to stop rambling.

« Well, whatever. Bye. » and, as fast as he came, he was gone, storming down the stairs to get to his car.

And Roman?

Well, Roman sat there, ripping apart a slice of bread the way he would have wanted to rip apart either his existence or his own father. That was a choice he would have left to fate.

He didn't exactly register anything his mother told him, ignoring the same old recording he always went through when it came to his face's imperfections.

He went upstairs and didn't really bother to open the windows or think about the huge amount of studying the had to do.

He laid on his bed in the darkness that his eye adjusted to too quickly. Then, he pulled out his earbuds and drowned himself in music.

The urges he felt and the anger at the pit of his stomach slowly disappeared as he distracted himself with the melodies.

Nothing else really mattered.

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lia-jones · 4 years

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Growing Pains - Chapter Twenty Two - The Jones Family

First and foremost, thank you to my friend @muart0113 for the amazing art to illustrate my work. This girl is incredibly talented and makes my heart sing with joy with her every work. I love you, girl! Now, scroll down for the chapter...

It was a fantastic day. I had Victor by my side, and we were on our way to my parents’ house. I had received the highest praise from the University. Professor Williamson, that was so crude when I was defending my thesis, showered me with compliments right after, complimenting my hard work but, most of all, my vision. I had completed a milestone towards my healing, and with flying colors. It did feel as if I had healed, like the darkness in me had faded away, maybe for good, and I had found myself again. Better, I had found an improved version of myself.

I had managed to get my life back on track. I had found love and success. And to top it all off, Victor was in a very good mood as we drove in the sun, the Atlantic Ocean as our background.

“I may have to give you a raise.” He said, touching my leg. “When the other companies find out about you, I’ll have to fight for you tooth and nail.”

“Please.” I made a flat voice, but couldn’t avoid the grin. “If I’m here, it’s because of your help. Can you imagine what would have happened if you let me quit like I intended to? I might not be here now, celebrating with you.”

“I didn’t stop you from quitting, I teased you to stay.” He corrected. “You could have quit anytime, give it all up, but you didn’t. You faced the challenge.”

“Don’t think I don’t know you cherry-picked the clients I would work with.” I looked at him from the corner of my eye.

“Of course I did. But it wasn’t all for your benefit.” Victor looked at me with earnest eyes. “I merely saw a good opportunity, and yes, cherry-picked the people I enjoy and trust the most to profit from it. It wasn’t all because of you, it was also because of them. Mr. Mills’ business, for example, benefited immensely collaborating with both Guy and Xavier, increasing his sales. Xavier got excellent quality grapes at a very competitive price, and Guy now has superior fresh ingredients for his restaurant. Everything your study promises. A win-win-win situation.”

I couldn’t help but smile, not because of the praise, but because my “utopic reasoning”, as some teachers put it, made some sense after all. And the practical applications of it, that allowed these companies to grow, was the final proof.

“And I got you.” My hand leaving the wheel and reaching for his. “And you were my greatest support, Victor. If it wasn’t for you-“

“Just take the praise.” Victor sounded annoyed, but I could see the soft smile on his face. “I will not repeat myself. Just say Thank you, handsome.”

“You enjoy your new nickname, is it?”

“I don’t hate it.” Victor feigned aloofness.

“Thank you, handsome.” I offered, just letting the happiness wash over me.

A comfortable silence filled the car, and all we could hear was the hum of the motor running, and the seagulls outside, jumping on the warm sand of the beach beside us. It suddenly dawned on me where we were driving to. It was Victor’s first real interaction with my family. I started feeling nervous again, my happiness thrown to the background, as an uneasy feeling settled in my stomach again.

“Are you nervous?” Victor asked, reading into me.

“Why should I be?” I answered nonchalantly.

“I can tell you are worried.” He said, matter-of-factly. “Are you afraid they won’t like me?”

“I’m afraid you won’t like them.” I confessed. “I mean, you’ve seen them. They are caring and supportive and I love them to death, but they’re also overly expressive, and noisy… Nothing you are used to.”

“How judgmental do you think I am?” Victor frowned at me.

I didn’t answer, afraid to start an argument. Victor could be judgmental sometimes. Not that he did it on purpose, or with a mean intention, but he was quick to draw conclusions about people. It was how he navigated through the world. He categorized.

“Perhaps I’m a little nervous as well.” He offered, almost in a whisper.

“Don’t be. You made time in your very busy schedule and took a twelve-hour flight to come and see my presentation. When asked, you spoke highly of me. They already like you.” I chuckled, relieved to see the tone of the conversation shifting to a more amicable one.

“After what you’ve been through…” He hesitated for a moment. “I want them to see I’m not like that.” He confessed.

I turned the car to the side of the road, pulling the brake. Unfastening my seatbelt, I turned to Victor.

“You’re nothing like him.” I said, stroking his cheek. “Nothing at all. They will see that too, I’m sure.”

Victor ran his fingers through my curls, taking the back of my head and pulling me towards him for a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to get as close as I could, despite the parking brake and gear shift between us.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you since you left Loveland.” Victor whispered, his forehead touching mine.

I parked the car in front of my mother’s villa. My family had just arrived, and everyone was working to get lunch started.

“Welcome, Victor.” My mom greeted him. “Andrea will show you around while we set the table.”

“Do you need help?” Victor offered.

“No, not necessary. We have plenty of people to help. But it’s very nice of you to offer.” My mom smiled.

As we stepped inside, we were greeted by Lady, my black and white Border Collie. Well, I was greeted. Seeing Victor, a stranger in her pack’s territory, Lady positioned herself in front of him, taking a defensive stance, growling at him. Victor instinctively took a step back.

“Lady!” I called, trying to break her attack focus. “Sit! Calm down.”

Lady immediately sat, waiting for orders. I hugged Victor, and patted him on the chest. Lady was watching my behavior closely.

“He’s a friend, see?” I told her, and then turned to Victor. “You need to show her you are friendly.”

Victor gave me a confused frown but obliged, hugging me back and pecking me on the forehead. Lady was apparently pleased with the gesture, going to Victor and nudging his hand. He hesitated, but after a moment he started petting her. Her tailed wagged happily.

“Good job defending your family.” He offered, kneeling to let her come closer. “Good girl.”

I took Victor to the back of the house, where the greenhouse was located, connected to a small bright study and the kitchen. My mother’s house wasn’t as luxurious as Victor’s, but was well located near the beach, and with good access to the city, and it was incredibly spacious. We arrived at the study, where my piano was, by the door of the greenhouse, which was open at that time.

“What’s this smell?” He asked, breathing deeply the aroma.

“Lavender and lemon. From the greenhouse.”

Victor nodded in approval and then walked to my piano, looking at one of the pictures on top of the varnished wood, me playing that same piano when I was 7 years old.

“Is this you?” He asked, observing it carefully. “You were cute.”

“I still am.” I pretended to be offended.

“Debatable.” He gave me a mischievous smile, and I could tell he was relaxing a little bit.

“There you are.” I heard my mother, coming from the kitchen. “Lunch is on the table, come eat. Victor, there’s a bathroom near the kitchen, if you want to use it. Come, I’ll show you.”

Victor thanked my mother and followed her inside. I was about to go inside, when Cristina stopped me.

“Is he your boyfriend?” She whispered in Portuguese, so my father and Victor wouldn’t understand us. “He’s hot!”

“Shhhhh!” I urged her to keep quiet. “I haven’t told anyone yet. Did my mother say anything in the car?”

“No, she just commented on how nice he is. Josh is very suspicious though, he acted moody all the way here.”

“Oh God…” I whined, hiding my face with my hands.

“Hey! Snap out of it!” Cristina slapped my arm playfully. “Are you happy?” She asked, giving me a warm smile.

“Yes.” I smiled back. “Very happy.”

“Good. I got your back if things get chaotic. Don’t worry.”

“Are you ladies going to have lunch with us or are you watching your figure?” My father teased from inside.

As I entered, Victor was already sitting at the table, engaged in conversation with my brother, trying hard to blend in. There was a place next to him saved for me. My mother cooked a feast, from the usual codfish to the typical fava beans with pork. When everyone was happily eating, I tried to break the news.

“So…”

“Victor, have you tried Portuguese food before?” My father asked, making conversation.

“Yes, on one occasion.” He kept it vague, not wanting to tell them I had been cooking for him. “I tried the codfish, but not this recipe. It had cream, I think. I never had the fava beans before. They’re delicious.”

“And the wine, do you like it?” My father asked again. “It’s from a winery I sometimes visit, in Alentejo. They make the finest wines.”

“Yes, Andrea told me you are an oenologist. Actually, one of our clients seems to know you. Xavier Breton, do you know him? He’s a big fan of your work.” Victor was a far cry from the moody CEO everybody was used to. If any of his employees could see him relaxed and making conversation like this, they wouldn’t believe it.

“I heard of him. He owns a winery near Paris.” My father turned to me. “How come you never told me you were working with Xavier Breton? I could’ve given you some pointers.”

“Clearly she didn’t need them, given her results. And on that subject, we should make a toast.” My mother said, raising her glass. “To our Andy and a job well done!”

We all raised our glasses and drank. I still had the glass on my lips when I heard my mom again. She spoke in a deviously calm fashion, with a smile on her lips.

“Now Victor, do tell me, what are your intentions with my daughter?”

I somehow managed to keep myself from spraying the wine I had in mouth all over the table, but I still choked a little. Victor patted me on the back, his cheeks pink, as I tried to catch my breath. Nice going, Mom.

“You had to wait for her to drink to ask, didn’t you? Couldn’t avoid the scene.” My brother spoke quietly, his head low, as he focused on his food.

“Well, I may not be the typical meddling Portuguese mother, but I do feel entitled to some drama.” My mother joked. “So, Victor, you were saying?”

“The very best.” Victor’s voice came out a little higher than usual, so he cleared his throat. “I care very much for Andrea.”

“And how long have you been dating?” Cristina asked with dreamy eyes. You’re supposed to make them stop, not ask any more questions, Cristina.

“For about three months.” Victor said, reaching for his wine. He seemed cool and casual, but his jugular pulsing fast and hard told otherwise.

“Oh, so it’s recent. That’s why Andrea kept quiet all this time.” My mother smiled at me.

My father looked at us like we were speaking Klingon, surprised at the turn of events. He was a very bright man, but was also a bit naïve sometimes, completely oblivious to subtleties. An innocent soul, as my mother called him. Suddenly, he became somber.

“Son, I do hope you know what you are doing. Our Andy has been through enough.” He declared. I could just dig a whole and die there. My father just called Victor Lee, Loveland’s mogul and CEO of LFG, son.

“I do.” Victor nodded, looking at me. “I plan on making your daughter very happy.”

“Do you know what I did to the last guy that hurt my sister?” Joshua suddenly asked, throwing Victor a threatening look.

“Josh!” Me and Cristina reprimanded in unison. Victor sipped his wine like nothing had happened.

“I do. I would’ve done the same thing. Except, I wouldn’t get caught.” He answered, matter-of-factly.

“So you know.” My mother concluded, a surprised smile on her face. Victor nodded. “Don’t worry, Josh. I don’t think he’s like Daniel at all.” She eyed Victor, like she was analyzing him. “Victor seems to be from a different breed altogether. He seems to be a man of honor.”

“He is.” I said, smiling at Victor, giggling internally when I saw him blush again.

“Well, my mother is the best judge of character at this table, perhaps of the entire city. If she approves, I do too.” Josh extended his hand for Victor to shake. Victor took it, torn between shyness and satisfaction.

“Thank you.” He answered, looking more relaxed.

“You can stop blushing now, Andrea. The awkward part is over.” My mother teased, and that made my cheeks burn even more. “Tell me, Victor, for how long do we have you in Portugal?”

“I’ll have to leave tomorrow. I have a rather busy schedule, I can’t take any more personal days.”

“Lovely. Since Victor took these days to come and support you, it’s only fair that you make the best of his time and take him to visit Lisbon, don’t you think?” My mother turned to me, smiling suggestively.

“Actually, if you don’t mind, I would like to steal your daughter for the evening. I have something planned for us.”

My mother and Cristina exchanged glances, smiling.

“I don’t see why not.” My father chimed in. “You surely have better things to do than to entertain us old farts.”

“What do you think?” Victor turned to me.

“Wait, I do actually have a say in the matter?” I joked. “I would love to.” I smiled at Victor, caressing his knee under the table. Victor’s hand left his knife, holding my hand instead.

“Next time you two come here, we have to schedule a night out.” My brother chimed in, as Cristina nodded enthusiastically. “We can go to our old pub, you could watch my band perform, we could even convince Andrea to go on stage and sing and play the piano. She used to sing in our band, you know.”

“Now, that would be something to look forward to.” Victor’s eyes widened, as his interest peaked.

“Well, we can watch your band, but I will certainly not sing. Those days are over.” I warned.

“I’ll convince her to sing, don’t worry.” My brother whispered, winking at Victor.

“No you won’t!” I argued, as everybody started presenting reasons as to why I should sing.

Lisbon was incredibly sunny and warm that afternoon, despite being February. I took Victor to visit Belém and see our famous Mosteiro dos Jerónimos, Belém’s Tower, and the outstanding Padrão dos Descobrimentos. We enjoyed the sun sitting at a table near the riverbank, the Tejo River keeping us company, as we drank coffee and had some pastéis de nata, a delicacy made of puff pastry and a silky custard-like cream.

Victor hummed as he ate his last piece of the confection, taking a sip of his coffee right after.

“You were right, Portugal is a lot warmer than Loveland.” He spoke as he turned towards the river to feel the breeze. He’d already taken off his jacket and tie, keeping only his white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the first two buttons of the collar undone. “Lisbon is a beautiful city.”

“I did ask you if you wanted to stop by your hotel to change.” I raised my eyebrows at Victor. “Are you too hot?”

“I’m fine.” He assured me. “Besides, if we went to my hotel room, we wouldn’t leave at all.” Victor smiled suggestively and got up, taking his cellphone from the table. “Come, let’s take a walk. I need some help digesting all the food that I ate.”

We watched the sunset touch the river as we sat on a park bench, holding hands. Victor was relaxed, happy, soft and I loved this side of him. He leaned on me, his nose brushing mine.

“Now it’s time for your surprise. Come, let’s go to the hotel.”

Victor was staying at the famous Palácio Belmonte, located in Alfama, one of the most fashionable neighborhoods in Lisbon. It was already dark when we arrived, so I spotted the large quantity of fairy lights illuminating the suite’s terrace right away.

“Dinner will be served in 15 minutes, Sir.” A butler came to us. “Would you like to have a drink while you wait?”

“A brandy, please.” Victor answered, fully in CEO mode. “What would you like to drink?” He turned to me, his voice softening.

“Same.” The butler left and we sat at the exquisitely decorated table. The light of the candles gave Victor a dreamy look, and I started imagining myself being held in his strong arms, his mouth tasting my skin. Something inside me, down south, clenched a little.

“I love my surprise, thank you.” I said, trying to take my mind off it.

“This is not your surprise. This is just us having dinner. The surprise is after dinner.”

I spent the entire meal hanging onto the edge of my seat, although playing it extremely cool. We talked about the city, the things he loved the most, my memories of the place. As the waiters were clearing the table, Victor led me to his bedroom.

“Wait here,” He said, as he sat me on the bed.

He returned with a velvet box. Slightly larger than the ones for rings. I opened it. It was a white gold charm bracelet, which already included some charms: a small silver Eiffel Tower, a tiny bottle with sand in it, a snowflake adorned with small crystals and the letter V.

“Victor…” I whispered. It was too much.

“Give me your hand.” He gently took my wrist and secured the bracelet around it, softly touching the charms one by one. “The Eiffel Tower represents our trip to Paris and our first kiss, the sand in the bottle is actually from Dubai…”

“The snowflake represents our first Christmas together, and the V stands for… you?” I finished.

“The V stands for victory, you achieving what you have worked so hard for. The fact that it also stands for Victor is a happy coincidence. But maybe it will remind you of me when you look at it.” He smiled at me.

I wrapped my arms around Victor, and he immediately placed his hands on my waist, bringing his face closer to mine.

“I don’t need a bracelet or a charm to think of you. You’re always on my mind as it is.” I said, brushing my nose against his. “Now… Does the surprise have a part two?” I whispered seductively in his ear, which made Victor take a deep breath.

“What do you have in mind?” His low voice rumbled in his chest.

“I don’t know…” I smiled mischievously at him, my fingers running down his chest. “I have been wanting to get rid of this for a while now.” I said, tugging at his shirt.

To the point as usual, Victor kissed me passionately, as he slowly laid me on his bed.

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raendown · 5 years

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Pairing: MadaraTobirama Word count: 4597 Chapter: 13/? Summary: Not all wars are fought on the battlefield. Some are fought at the conference table, with whispers in the shadows, or even in the bedroom.

In a world where the Senju and Uchiha traditional lands were too far apart to have ever made them enemies, Butsuma and Tajima are the ones who come together and sign a treaty of peace. Madara isn’t happy to have his life signed away for him in a political marriage to strengthen the bond between their clans. He is even less happy to have Tobirama make assumptions of him from their very first night together. What follows from there is a journey of healing, of learning, and finding the places to belong in the places least expected.

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Chapter 13

As annoying as it was to be denied access to one of his favorite places, Tobirama was touched enough by Madara's worry to acquiesce the man’s request that he not return to his lab until Mito had finished laying new protective seals to replace the ones that had been activated in the recent explosion. He wasn’t sure what the big deal really was but he could admit that his perspective may have been a little skewed by the dozens of lab accidents he had survived over the years. This one hadn’t even ruined any of the paperwork or equipment, all of which had been saved by the same seals that automatically snapped in to place around him to downgrade the damage from fatal to merely hospitalizing; really he considered the incident a big win in comparison to others.

It was endearing, however, watching the way Madara's entire face pinched at the mere mention of his return to the lab and so Tobirama put it off until Mito declared the area safely layered with Uzumaki secret techniques. Still Madara was not satisfied until he could stump around the room like a suspicious dog shoving his nose in to every corner with narrowed eyes. Tobirama wasn’t sure what the man thought he was looking for since he himself had admitted to not understanding even the basics of fūinjutsu but it was cute so he held his silence and let it happen.

For the couple of days it took Mito to do her work Tobirama split his off hours between training with Kagami and doing his research from the comfort of home. The corner of their living room couch right underneath the window was fast becoming his new favorite reading spot; it certainly beat sitting hunched over the work stations in his lab or propped up in the uncomfortable wooden chair in his office at the tower. And spending time in the living room often came with the new perk of Madara's tentative presence lurking nearby, slowly drifting closer over the course of whatever time they spent together, and small patches of conversation in which the man tried very hard to keep his attempts to deepen their bond very casual and breezy.

He didn’t succeed very well but the effort was there so Tobirama mentally gave him a pass.

It helped that the more time they spent getting to know each other the more Tobirama found Madara to be quite interesting. Of the few Uchiha he had quietly prompted for stories on their heir most of them agreed that he was a brave and powerful man but it seemed that most of them weren’t privy to the sides of Madara that Tobirama and those closer to him were. None of their stories included his caring nature, evidenced by the way he pointedly observed how Tobirama took his tea so that the next time he could deliver a perfectly made cup all ready to go, or several other of the good qualities he never seemed to demonstrate in public.

Amusingly, Tobirama realized after a while that Madara was the Hashirama of his own clan in more ways than just their equal rank. Where Hashirama was the only Senju to be quite so open with his emotions, Madara was the only Uchiha to bluster and hide his away from the public eye. It was no wonder the two of them made such good friends. Together they made perfect compliments to each other.

There was, however, only so long Tobirama could stand having someone fluster around trying to force all kinds of restrictive and frankly over-zealous safety precautions on him. It was wonderful that they had finally managed to build some sort of bond between them but Tobirama was quite used to being allowed to go where he wanted when he wanted. When he saw an opportunity for some much needed alone time while Madara was distracted he took it without hesitation, slipping away to the clan library to peruse for new study material.

When he returned home he was feeling incredibly relaxed and much less caged in, as he’d begun to feel whenever Madara wanted to accompany him absolutely everywhere to be sure he wasn’t straining himself. It was sweet but it was also a little stifling and Tobirama had gotten more than his fair share of that from Hashirama over the years. When he opened their front door he did not expect to step right in to the middle of what appeared to be an argument.

“I don’t know, okay!” That was Madara's voice, he would know that angry yowl anywhere.

“Since when do you even care?” The second voice was a little harder to place, although it sounded tantalizingly familiar.

“He’s my husband! I’m supposed to care!”

“But why? It’s not like the two of you are in loooove or anything. A couple of months ago you couldn’t stand the guy and now you’re worried about where he’s disappeared to for an hour?”

Tobirama lifted one eyebrow and considered turning around to leave again. If Madara was getting this upset that he’d left the house for a bit of personal time then they definitely needed to have a little talk about boundaries but clearly this was not a good time. He almost did just that until he heard the thump of a fist hitting something wooden, probably the table since their voices were coming from the kitchen.

“Fine, yes! I judged him a little quickly! I hated him! But I was wrong and now I don’t hate him but I blew him up only a few days ago so yes! I’m a little high strung and worried for his safety! Sue me! But later because right now I just want to know where he went so I can’t stop seeing this fucking image every time I close my eyes!”

“What image?” Whoever that was in their kitchen Tobirama was already not very fond of them. Their voice held absolutely no sympathy after such a revealing outburst from Madara.

“I–” Madara's voice cracked, a terrible broken sound from a man like him. “Just before the blast knocked me out, just as that stupid seal blew and he tossed me in a corner. I keep seeing that moment every time I close my eyes. And I just keep thinking…I don’t know…that’s my husband. I didn’t get to choose him but he’s still my husband and I almost killed him without ever really giving him a proper chance. That would have been my last memory of him, trying to protect me when he really should have been protecting himself.” The guilt in Madara's voice was so thick it was a wonder he had managed not to let it color every conversation they’d had since that day.

Out of sight in the genkan, Tobirama pinched his lips together and closed his eyes. He’d been so concentrated on his own adolescent annoyance at having someone try to keep tabs on him that he hadn’t ever stopped to question why Madara was so insistent.

“Ugh. Is this why you’ve been up my ass every time I make a comment about him?”

“Your comments are rude,” Madara sniffed.

“A few weeks ago you agreed with those comments.” The strange voice sighed. “Whatever. What do you want me to do?”

“Help me find him. I know he’s getting annoyed that I always want to know where he is so I won’t disturb him, I just want to know that he’s not blowing up again or the earth hasn’t cracked open to swallow him or something.” The poor man sounded in such a state he seemed to have forgotten his own skills as a sensor could easily be used to locate anyone at least within the village boundaries.

Taking a deep breath and steeling himself, Tobirama slipped out of his sandals and padded towards their voices with what he hoped was his usual blank expression. Letting them know that he had heard most of that obviously private conversation would only embarrass everyone and make things doubly awkward than they were already going to be when he sat his husband down to talk about this later. With that in mind he made sure to set down the books he’d brought home with a subtle thump only just loud enough to cut off the stranger’s voice when he began talking again.

Both of them stared at him with wide eyes when he casually entered the kitchen, expression calm and eyes fixated on the fridge like a man on a mission. Tobirama murmured a short greeting as he poured himself a quick drink and used that to hide the twitching of his lips as he tried not to smile. It looked like Madara's eyes were about to fall right out of his head.

He also used the few moments of silence in which he drank his juice to check out their visitor from the corner of one eye. As soon as he got one good look he felt ridiculous for not guessing that it would be Izuna. Despite being married to the man’s older brother he hadn’t had many interactions with Izuna yet, certainly not enough to build a proper opinion of him, but what he had seen so far had not left a very positive impression. Izuna struck him as a bratty, selfish person with a tendency to ignore any evidence that did not support the conclusion he wanted others to come to.

Setting his cup down on the countertop with a muted thump, Tobirama cleared his throat.

“If I interrupted something private I could just go back to the library.” The least he could do after letting Madara worry without bothering to address the man’s feelings was to let him know where he had been.

“No it wasn’t- ah, you’re fine. The library? That’s nice. Very…safe.” Madara shifted awkwardly, glaring quickly at his brother when Izuna dropped his face in to both hands. Tobirama pretended not to notice the weird phrasing and simply nodded his head.

“Good. Will he be staying for lunch?”

A precarious offer if he’d ever made one. Playing nice with his spouse’s family was an expected part of marriage but in the back of his mind he did wonder if he would be able to get away with being nice to Susumu and Kagami instead of Izuna; he wasn’t sure the two of them were going to mesh very well.

The evil glint in Izuna’s eyes when he announced that he would indeed be staying for lunch certainly did nothing to change that opinion.

Since allowing himself to get visibly upset with someone he wasn’t close to right there would be the height of uncouth – something Izuna never learned, judging by the sour look on his face – Tobirama managed to control his reaction and limit himself to nothing more than raising his eyebrows and keeping his mouth shut. His reward was in the way Izuna’s expression pinched even further. Clearly he’d been hoping for some sort of push back so they could start a fight but Tobirama simply wasn’t looking to have his mood ruined.

Lunch wasn’t anything fancy. He’d been thinking of actually cooking but that was a bit more effort than he was willing to put in with such undesirable company so that got thrown out the window rather quickly. He made simple sandwiches instead and gave thanks to the samurai from the western clans who introduced him to the concept. Sandwiches were quick and easy and, best of all, clearly Izuna had never had one. Evidently the concept of meat and cheese between bread was not something that had ever occurred to him before and such a simple thing did well to confuse his obviously simple mind.

Eventually Madara got tired of the quiet animosity hanging quietly over their heads, setting the remains of his own sandwich down to rub soothingly at his temples.

“I would very much appreciate it if the two of you would at least pretend you’re making an effort, here.”

“An effort to what?” Izuna scoffed. “I already know everything I need to know about this guy. He’s a dick, he’s not good to you, he’s not good for you, and we’ve already seen his true colors so I don’t know who he thinks he’s fooling with this sudden nice guy act lately.”

“I would be very interested to hear your reasons for why I might be, as you say, not good for him. Is that opinion based on compatibility or was that merely a personal preference?” Tobirama leaned forward to support his chin on one hand as though this turn in the conversation fascinated him. He took a petty sort of shameless joy from the frustration in Izuna’s eyes.

“Neither of you really gets to decide what’s good for me,” Madara pointed out.

Undeterred, Izuna leaned over the table as well to mirror Tobirama’s position. “After living with you all my life I think I would know better than someone who just drops in out of nowhere and treats you like unwanted dirt on the bottom of his shoe for several months. You don’t fool me, Senju.

“Technically I’m an Uchiha now.”

“Oh? My mistake. I probably forgot because I’ve never seen you come within ten feet of anything that bears the uchiwa.” Izuna lifted one eyebrow challengingly. “Senju.”

Something hot in Tobirama’s belly burned with shame, straightening him in his chair again. He hadn’t expected the little rat to hit home with such unforgiving accuracy. The soft blue of his shirt and the blank collar with no clan symbol almost felt heavier suddenly with the weight of what wasn’t there and it was all too obvious that Izuna knew he’d scored a point in whatever inane game he was playing.

“Whatever the sins my husband and I have committed against each other in the past,” Tobirama spit out between his teeth, “that is for us to resolve between ourselves in private and does not require your input. Mistakes were made and I am willing to admit that. I am also capable of moving on and growing up. You should try it some time.” It wasn’t quite the same as getting him back with a blow as devastating as the one Izuna had hit him with but it did the job. As he suspected, Izuna was not the sort of person who enjoyed being told to grow up.

“I wish I could get rid of you,” the brat snarled.

“How unfortunate for you that I have every intention of sticking around.”

“Yeah because you have to!” Izuna rolled his eyes while Tobirama narrowed his own.

Resisting the urge to cross his arms like a petulant child, he said, “No. Not just because I have to. I’m aware that our traditions differ on this but where I come from we work hard to build and maintain our relationships, we don’t give up just because of a rough beginning.”

“Oh don’t act all high and mighty like your way is somehow better than marrying for love!”

“I don’t see you on the cusp of any nuptials,” Tobirama pointed out. “At least I have a marriage to try and fix.”

Tossing his chair back as he leapt to his feet, Izuna blurted without thinking, “At least when I get married it won’t be empty like yours!”

“Out!” Madara’s voice startled them both. When they both looked over he was glaring at his brother with his hands clenched around the edge of the table in a white-knuckled grip. “Get out. Go home. Or anywhere. I don’t care where you go as long as it’s away from me.”

“You’re taking his side!?”

“I am taking my side. How dare you disparage the same situation you’ve comforted me over numerous times? How dare you throw the nature of our marriage back in our faces when you know very well that we had no say in this? Get out of my house, Izuna, before I say something to you that I will regret.”

“But–! I didn’t mean anything against you!”

Slamming a hand down on the tabletop, Madara stood up to match his sibling, sending his own chair clattering backwards. “You don’t get to insult him for the way we were married and think the same won’t apply to me! Or have you forgotten that marriage takes two people? It’s a partnership! It’s a bond! Whether we wanted it or not we are bonded and if you can think so lowly of him for having this situation arranged then clearly you must think as lowly of me. Leave. We’ll talk about this when I don’t have the urge to throw you out through the closest wall.”

Izuna did leave but not without throwing Tobirama a venomous look as if to say that he was to blame for everything that just transpired. A childish man to be sure. Tobirama waited until the stomping footsteps of their guest had reached the front door and thundered their way down the front porch before speaking.

Or at least he tried to speak; Madara cut him off even as he opened his mouth.

“No, I’m angry at you too.”

“I did not start that fight,” he pointed out.

“Well you didn’t need to make it worse! You’re supposed to be the one that has self-control – so control yourself! I know he’s a brat and I know he pushes buttons but you didn’t need to push back!” Closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, Madara sighed. “I’m not truly angry at you. He’s the one that went too far so I’m mad at him. But I am still pretty annoyed with you too and I just need…air.”

He left the room without even bothering to right his chair and stormed out the front door of their house. Tobirama was left sitting at their kitchen table alone wondering what the hell else he was supposed to have done in that situation. Was he supposed to just sit there and allow himself to be insulted? From his perspective that made no sense, although if he had learned anything from getting to know his husband it was that their perspectives often differed wildly in unexpected ways.

Clearly the man needed space so the thought of chasing after him was discarded immediately. What Tobirama needed was someone who might help him see things from a point of view he couldn’t imagine for himself. If there was anyone who understood Madara – that Tobirama felt comfortable going to for advice, at least – it would be Hashirama. Were he a little more comfortable with the man’s old teacher he might have gone to speak with Susumu instead, he had a feeling she would have given him better and much more applicable advice, but the idea of asking for something as intimate as a solemn heart to heart with a woman who was still little better than a mere acquaintance made him cringe. Hashirama would have to do. It had a better chance of success than sitting alone and trying to figure out for himself what he should do.

Were it not for the personal connection between the other two men he would have actually preferred to ask Touka’s help rather than Hashirama’s, being closer to her and all, and he was already preparing to roll his eyes at whatever over-emotional bull crap his brother tried to feed him even as he stepped out of the house.

Halfway there he ran in to one of the men he shared an office with, pausing in his journey to let them ask him a few questions now so he wouldn’t have to answer them later when he was busy with paperwork. It took longer than he would have liked and he was forced to excuse himself rather abruptly in order to shake them off but eventually he managed to continue on through the Senju district. Several of the children he used to train accosted him on his way as well, although their company was much more appreciated than his coworker’s. By the time he was letting himself in to Hashirama’s house he was still in a rather subdued mood but with much less frantic energy.

The edge of panic he had only just gotten rid of returned immediately when he walked in to the living room to find Madara hunched down in a massive armchair with an expression as startled as his own.

“Ah. I apologize. Perhaps I should have checked to make sure where you were before I came.” Tobirama furrowed his brows, unsure if he felt a little guilty or a little irritated. He should have guessed the man might come here as well, even if for nothing more than a place to calm down, but Hashirama was his brother. When he turned to leave Hashirama shot up out of his own seat and waved for his to stop.

“No, stay. Madara told me what happened and I was just about to make tea, would you like some?” He half-turned towards the kitchen with a questioning look.

“I believe my husband wished for a little space,” Tobirama said stiffly. “I should go.”

“Just sit down for five minutes. I only wanted to say something I think both of you need to hear.” Hashirama waved him towards the other chair and after a moment of hesitation he very carefully lowered himself in to it, legs coiled to bolt, feeling rather like a naughty child about to be lectured for his bad behavior.

Not actually that far off the mark, he thought wryly.

A peek from the corner of his eye told him Madara's temper hadn’t improved too much since he left the house. He wasn’t throwing any heated looks in anyone’s direction, though, so that could be counted as a win. Hashirama cleared his throat to catch their attention and waited until they were both looking at him before speaking in a hesitant voice, clearly trying to be diplomatic and not set either of them off again.

“Getting used to having someone in your life is difficult, especially so when you know nothing about the person before you’re thrown together. When Mito and I were married it took quite a while for us to work out a compromise between certain habits we both have. Even the people that you think you know so well can be startlingly different when you see what they’re like to live with.” His fingers twisted the band of gold on his left hand as he spoke, lips slowly turning up in a soft smile. “Arguments are going to happen but if you talk about what made you angry then I promise it helps to prevent the same fights from happening over and over.”

“I feel like you have this speech a little too prepared,” Tobirama grumbled. Hashirama sniffed at him.

“You know I love both of you but you’re not the most agreeable men I’ve ever met. My point is that just because you get along better now that doesn’t mean there aren’t still going to be a few rough edges to smooth over. Learning about each other isn’t the same as learning how you fit together.”

“Flower child,” Madara piped up accusingly.

Turning his head but lowering his eyes, Tobirama sighed very gently. “No, he’s right. Things have been going well and in the back of my mind I think I was expecting that to fix everything.”

“Precisely. Don’t expect too much of yourselves!” Clasping his hands together with a brilliant smile, Hashirama beamed side to side, trying to include both of them in the joy that at least one of them had recognized he had a point for once. An unusual occurrence and definitely something he had a right to celebrate.

He withered almost immediately afterward when both of the married couple sent him dark looks, fidgeting on the spot until his energy spilled over and he leapt up with disjointed mumblings about making that tea like he’d meant to.

In his wake Tobirama kept his gaze stubbornly forward only because he could see Madara doing the same and, although he wasn’t truly upset anymore, there was still no reason to show weakness. His eyes slid closed and he sighed again very quietly. Showing weakness to one’s spouse wasn’t supposed to be a bad thing. They were meant to be one of the few people you felt most comfortable around, the person you could be the most yourself with. If he wanted that sort of relationship in any way with Madara then he needed to learn how to bring his own walls down as well.

Definitely not the easiest thing he had ever asked of himself.

“Can we at least agree that Hashirama being right about something never happened?” Madara finally spoke up, his words bringing a smile to Tobirama’s face.

“Now that’s a cause we can definitely unite behind.”

“Good. I don’t know what the world would come to if he actually turned out to be the more intelligent one in something.” Both of them scoffed in unison.

“Truly a disturbing thing to imagine.”

Daring to finally look over properly, Tobirama felt the pressure in his chest easing. Until it did he hadn’t even realized he could hardly breathe for worry that with one argument he might have set back all the progress they’d made so far.

Madara looked over and met his eyes, hesitant and careful, still pinched around the mouth but not nearly as taut between his shoulders. For a minute the two of them sat still and did nothing but study each other. Tobirama wondered for the first time what Madara saw when the man looked at him, something he’d never bothered to wonder when it came to anyone else simply because he didn’t care. Either a person liked him or they didn’t and it mattered little to him.

But Madara was his husband and that made it his duty to help the man see his good points, of which many people had joked that there were few. It appeared that he had his work cut out for him but he’d never been the sort to shrink from a challenge.

“When I’m angry I need time to cool off,” Madara offered eventually. “It would be best if you don’t ever try forcing me to talk things through if I’m still at screaming levels.”

“I tend to simmer and get worse as the days go by if the problem isn’t addressed,” Tobirama admitted.

“Some things to keep in mind, I guess. Hashirama is not correct but maybe we do need to…try talking a little more. And not expect everything to just fall in to place nicely.”

Tobirama nodded and murmured in a thoughtful voice, “At least you don’t snore.”

The triumph of making his husband laugh only barely outweighed the embarrassment of Hashirama barreling back in to the room to congratulate them on getting past their first real fight as a married couple, just enough that he was able to leave the two of them alone with his mood successfully repaired to allow Madara the space he needed. When they were both ready to talk about their issues they would and he would do his best to open up as much as he could.

Izuna, on the other hand, was a problem that would need to be addressed sooner rather than later. Something told him that leaving the second Uchiha heir to simmer would only make things worse when the pot finally blew its lid.

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Lucky To Have You (yandere!jungkook x reader!)

slight and short smut, mentions of smut, daddy kink lol, possessive ass shit, overprotective Jungkook, the smallest bit of dirty talk , profanity (uhm it’s your girls first time writing smut and pls don’t attack me on my skills oof)

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☉yandere!jungkook x reader☉

A boarding school. That was where you were going. On this long-lasting and never-ending trip, you were expecting something spectacular. After all, being cramped in a car with the smell of dead bugs in some taxi made you want something extravagant. Your mother rode in the front seat, chatting with the driver and if you had to tell your mother a piece of advice it would be to stop talking. The driver wanted nothing to do with her or her ranting about her beautiful baby daughter that's growing up and finally leaving the nest.

"Honey, are you excited?" Your mother asked excitedly, jumping up and down in her seat. "You are going to meet such cool people."

I tried my best to smile for my mother, but it was no use as the result was only some weird awkward grin.

"Remember focus on grades first, and then boys, and also don't get too carried away with partying and call every night so I and your father know that you're safe." My mother was still ranting on, you spaced out soon after, and as time passed you could see the school towering over the many trees.

An odd place to put a school in your opinion. No other buildings were in sight, except for the tiny police station which was at least 3 miles away and it looked pretty abandoned.

"Be careful in there okay, you are far away from home and me and your father will be worrying about you every night and day," She said solemnly, holding my hand. You could see tears brim st her eyes and you groaned, but you were trying to mask your sadness of going away.

"Mom, we aren't even there yet, could you stop crying already?" I said teasingly, but I rubbed her hand in comfort.

"Okay, young lady this is your stop."

I looked out the window with disinterest, but my eyes widened when I caught sight of the school in front of me. It didn't even look like a school, Hogwarts maybe, but it was even more like a castle!

"Miss Y/n, I presume?" A young voice called out right after I stepped out of the car.

"Yes, and who are you?"

"I'm Jeon Jungkook, it's a pleasure to meet you," He said bowing respectfully. He seemed shy since there was a blush on his face, but he did a good job of brushing off his bashfulness.

"Thank you for the welcoming greeting," I say kindly a smile present on my face.

His blush only grew at the sight of your smile before snapping out of his small daze.

"Please let me get your bags. I was assigned to guide you through the school," he said politely, grabbing your heavy bags from your grip.

"Oh! My!" Your mom cried out, slamming the car door shut and you could practically see the driver roll his eyes. He was in for a trip on the way back, which was a 10-mile drive by the way.

"You are just the boy aren't you! So handsome, Y/n keep him for yourself or else the girls might take him away." This time Jungkook and I were both trying our best to hide our blushes.

"Mom, please. He's only here to guide me through the school, and I'm sure he is probably scared of me now... knowing who I am related to." I muttered the last part, Jungkook chuckling at my snarky comment.

And let me tell you. It has been 5 minutes of me knowing this undeniably handsome student, and his laugh was just the nicest thing to hear, especially when you've been in a car ride with a non-stop, babbling mother for more than 40 minutes. He tried his best covering his laughter with his hand, but you could notice his bunny teeth showing through his attempts.

"Oh honey, stop it with your comments now," your mother loudly slapped you on the back making you yelp. "Now, I believe I should be on my way, thank you for helping my daughter, beautiful child, but I have to leave now."

Your mother averted her attention back to you, hugging you tightly, practically crying into your shoulder. Jungkook could only awkwardly witness your mother cry as you could only sigh and pat her back in assurance.

"I'll be safe and don't worry about me, anyway I'm sure Jungkook will help me," I winked teasingly at the boy who jokingly saluted at your mothers back, making you laugh once more.

"Okay sweetie, I trust you. Be careful and stay alert and always call me!" You mother left with her joyous smile, climbing into the cab, much to the driver's dismay. You two watched as the car drove off as you waved her goodbye.

Once the car was out of sight, you looked at Jungkook apologetically.

"I'm sorry about her, she can be overboard sometimes. I swear she was more excited to get here than I was...not that I wasn't excited to be here! I was just like dreading moving to another school and so far away from home, I also noticed that there are no buildings around here....I'm so sorry for rambling, I just kind of talk a lot when I'm nervous and I am doing it again, I'm so sorry!" I bowed several times to show how sorry I was, but his hand on my shoulder stopped me from going down another time.

"Don't worry about it, it was cute." He said with a grin and I could feel my face get hotter, from both his compliment and his sweet smile. "Now let's go, you have a lot to see and learn about this new school. And as your guide, I promise to show you everything!"

With the lighter tone he had set, you felt more comfortable to be in this school and his presence.

For the rest of the tour, you were dying from laughter. Students looked at you two in curiosity, both for the fact that they haven't seen you before and why you were laughing alongside one of the most popular boys in the school. No one approached you two or questioned it, going on their merry way instead.

At the end of the whole tour, you were crying tears of laughter and your stomach hurt from all the jokes he had cracked.

"Ah, thank you so much for this warm welcome, I really like this school because of the tour you gave me," I say, bowing again as he waved his hand about.

"Don't worry about it, and also don't worry about it tomorrow either. I will be showing you to all of your classes throughout the day tomorrow." He was about to turn and walk away, but he stopped and looked back at you.

"Also for warning, you have a boy roommate, talk to you later Y/n!" He exclaimed before running in the opposite direction of you.

Aw he was so sweet to you and giving you a tour...WAIT A MINUTE

"Jeon Jungkook come back here!!" I yell, but he only flashed a smile to you before disappearing at the turn of the corner.

You were about to yell again, but the swinging of the door next to you interrupted you. And you had to double take at the sight in front of you before you clamped your hands over your eyes in bashfulness.

"Ah, what's with all this noise?" Their deep voice caught you off guard as you tried to not look at the shirtless man in front of you. "I swear you kids these days are so loud. Come on in Y/n, or else I might slam this door in your face."

The man that made your face burn 100 degrees was wearing nothing but a waist towel.

"Yah! You wanna stand there forever and stare or you wanna get inside," I scurry around in my place, grabbing all of my bags and rushing inside the seemingly small complex. For the most part, it was all white, and tidy which you appreciated.

"About time," he said reappearing from what you guessed to be the bathroom, but this time he was actually wearing clothes. I shut the door, locking it behind me.

"I'm Min Yoongi, third year and you are Y/n L/n Second Year...if I'm correct?" I slowly nodded my head at his words, my face still red from my mass blushing.

"Good to know, well to get a few things straight I have rules for this whole place. 1. There will be no such thing such as alcohol, drugs, or boys in here. If you wanna get fucked or get drunk, do that anywhere but here. Those rules also apply to me." My face reddened even more at his bluntness, but he ignored that and looked directly into my eyes. "2. I expect that we both keep this place clean and filth free, filth includes boys and girls. 3. I don't want to get into a fucking argument with you about these rules, I want both of us to live here without interacting with each other as much as possible."

In all honesty, you were kind of hurt. If one student was like this, what are the others gonna be like? After all, most students that went here were probably all spoiled brats after all this school did cost a lot of money. You were accepted solely for the fact that you got a scholarship.

"Oka-"

"Perfect, now I have places to be and if you don't mind I'll be on my way. Oh! Your key to this room is on your nightstand, which is near your bed, there's only one spare key so don't lose it. See ya later Y/n!" He waved lazily towards you before slamming the door shut.

"I guess I'm left to be here all by myself," I say, huffing. Instead of being productive and unpacking everything, you toured the spacious apartment. It was actually very big. There were 2 bedrooms, separated by a wall. One kitchen and dining table and one bathroom.

"The only problem is the bathroom, but everything else is nice. I can start unpacking now." I say before taking a deep breath. You didn't stop anytime in between as you continuously unpacked box after box after luggage after luggage. It seemed Yoongi knew how much stuff you were bringing because the room had everything you needed to fit everything in.

You put your electronics on the study table and went directly to the bathroom. It was already night time and you had been sweating since the moment you got into the cab. And you needed to have a nice long shower.

Taking extra clothes and a towel and placing them on the small counter, you stepped into the smoldering hot shower. The water eased your strained and definitely overused muscles and if you could, you would've fallen asleep right in the shower. But the last thing you wanted right now, was to see your bastard roommate find you naked in the shower.

After about 20 minutes of a relaxing shower, you stepped out, drying your body in the process, and then wrapping your robe around your body. I grabbed the extra clothes I had and stepped out of the bathroom, only to see my roommate on his bed, which mind you was directly in front of the bathroom, sifting through his laptop, headphones on.

"You take a long shower." He commented, lazily looking at you. I tried hiding my face but then realized that that wouldn't do anything to help me, except save the tiny bit of dignity I had...which really didn't matter considering I would have to share this room with him until he graduates. So you were sure that this would be happening more than once in your years of staying in this one room with this oddball.

"Oh shut up, you fucking dweeb." I bit back, finding my voice. He looked at me in amusement, probably surprised that I could talk.

"That was what I was waiting for. You were faster than the last guy, by a whole 10 minutes." He said, swinging his feet over the edge of the bed.

"What?!" I exclaim, kinda scared of what he was talking about. 'Did this guy kill the last person that shared a room with him?'

"I didn't kill the guy, by the way, he just graduated," Yoongi said, reading my thoughts perfectly.

"Then what are you talking about me beating him by 10 minutes?" I ask, dropping my clothes at his bedside.

"I put my roommates through hell until they finally break. If they break in 5 minutes of us sharing a room, they are too aggravating and I can't share a room with them. If they break in 10 minutes, I know that they are still too bossy and I also can't stay with someone like that for at least a year. But if they break in 30 minutes, like you did, then I know they have at least enough patience to deal with my bullshit." He finished his last sentence with cracking a beer open. "And those rules I gave you were complete bullshit, by the way, drink, fuck, do whatever you want in here. But if you are, at least tell me so I can leave. I don't want to hear you getting fucked by some other guy, okay?"

I stood there stunned at all the information I had to process.

"So you're telling me, you created an elaborate plan to see if I was worthy of being your roommate, then you make-up fake rules that I have to abide to-"

"Technically, you didn't really break any of them yet, which is good." He said before taking a long, loud sip from the beer bottle.

"I..." I took a dramatic pause trying to find my thoughts, "...am going to love being roommates with you!!"

His shoulders seemed to become unstiff at my response, smiling a bit.

"Me as well, L/n. Me as well."

"Now, taking in account for all the stress and bullshit you put me through, you owe me 20 dollars," I say, an innocent look on my face.

"20 Dollars!? Hell no!!"

"I expect payment tomorrow!"

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The next morning I woke up to someone shaking me.

"Y/n!"

"Five more minutes!" I yell, slamming a pillow at the hand that was shaking me.

"You're definitely different from the girl yesterday," they noted, and I felt the bed dent meaning they had sat the foot of the bed.

"Yah, Jungkook let the girl sleep." You heard your roommate call out, as he dried his bleached white hair with a towel. "She was up late last night unpacking tell the dean that she gets a day off."

Jungkook gave a side glare to Yoongi who only rolled his eyes, unamused at the younger ones attempt to try and scare him.

"Well, unlike you I bet Y/n actually cares about her grade and bothers to attend classes, right Y/n?" You just moved around your bed in response, but Jungkook took it as a yes.

"I go to classes, you popular kids just don't notice me. Oh, and last time I checked I was still above you in the grading system, Jungkook." Yoongi spat, leaving your room glaring at your guide.

"It's my job to make sure you get around campus Y/n, and you aren't making it easy for me," Jungkook said, lifting your arm out from the warm covers and bringing all of your dead weight to his body so he could carry you.

"I don't wanna leave my bed!" You whined, clinging to his neck making his face heat up from the close contact. "Please, 5 more minutes."

With the tired yet cute look you gave him, he would've said yes a million times, but it was his job to make sure that you attended all of your classes and you got around campus safely.

"I'm sorry, baby girl, but you gotta get up." The nickname slipped from his tongue and he himself didn't even catch it, but you did. Even in your tired state you did and it made you blush, thank god you had just woken up or else you would've looked like you were burning up.

"Fi-Fine," you stuttered, slowly letting your arms fall to your side once he put you down. Jungkook stood there for a few moments admiring your wake-up look, and you were just as beautiful as you were yesterday. How are you so effortlessly beautiful?

"I have to change, Jungkook," I said, shyly pulling my oversized shirt over the hem of my short sleeping shorts.

"Ye-Yeah, sorry." He scrambled out of your neat room, shutting the door behind him.

I sighed heavily and quickly changed, not wanting to leave Jungkook waiting in the small room with Yoongi. You had heard their short banter while you were half sleeping and you could only think that they never really got along.

After changing into the uniform, pulling the short skirt as low as possible without flashing your underwear, you left the room with your bag.

"I'm just gonna wash up, I'll be quick." You informed Jungkook who nodded his head like a puppy. He was very cute, that was all you could think of rushing into the bathroom.

"Don't lead her on Jungkook, I know your game." Yoongi spat, combing his bangs that were in front of his face.

"What game? And I'm not even leading her on." Jungkook countered, calmly leaning against the wall. "And why do you care about her? I bet you're just so excited to share a room with a girl aren't you? Did you make any moves yet, Min Yoongi?"

Yoongi was about to bite back with a sentence that would've really hit a nerve on Jungkook, but you came out of the bathroom just in time.

"I hope you weren't fighting like dogs while I was in there," you said jokingly, but you meant all seriousness in the world when you said that.

"Not at all, baby girl," Jungkook said smoothly, making Yoongi role his eyes in the mirror, which you did miss.

"Don't call me that, Jungkook. You're going to keep getting me flustered." You said, hiding your face in your hands.

"You're cute flustered, so I don't mind. It fits you anyway." Jungkook said, picking his bag up from the floor. "Let's go, we might be able to tour the campus again before our first period."

You nodded and you were about to leave, but Yoongi's hand went straight for your wrist that was about to touch the door handle. Jungkook was by your side immediately, fuming at the hand that was placed on your wrist. He glared at his older classman, but Yoongi didn't flinch.

"I think I should go with you two, Jungkook might not lead you to the right class, after all, he is only a second year, he might get lost," Yoongi said calmly, maintaining eye contact with you ignoring the angry boy next to him.

"I'm fully capable of tou-"

"Yeah! The more the merrier, right Jungkookie?" The nickname slipped off of your tongue so nicely he could only gulp and nod his head.

"Su-Sure."

Yoongi let out a smirk of pridefulness, opening the door for you, letting you go first and then Jungkook follow after. He made sure to widen his smirk when Jungkook passed, who only ignored his entire presence, and locked the door when everyone left.

If you thought the stares from yesterday were bad, the ones people were giving you today made you feel more than uncomfortable. Yoongi glared at all of the passers-by as Jungkook waved to all of them and smiled, some even getting a high-five from the popular boy.

"Why's is everyone looking at me?" I whispered to Yoongi who looked to his right. Jungkook resisted the urge to push Yoongi away from you from his closeness, but he kept himself restrained and just huffed a big breath of air.

"Several reasons from what I could tell, you're the new girl, you're hanging out with the outcast, and you are also walking next to one of the most popular and handsome boys in this school." He replied gruffly.

"You mean Jungkook is popular?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. In your eyes, he seemed like the nerd and dork that got everything right in class and would just sit in the back. Now Yoongi, he seemed like the popular type. He had a typical bad boy aura surrounding him, and in all the movies and books, don't all the girls fall in love with the bad boy?

"Yeah, he also has his own gang so when you finish all of your classes meet me in the lunch room, we have lunch at the same time," Yoongi said, before parting ways from me and Jungkook to head to his own class.

"Y/n, we are almost to your first class." Jungkook reminded, grabbing my forearm to guide me in the right direction.

"Jungkook, I'm capable of walking," I tease, shaking his grip off of my arm. He looked hurt by your actions but masked it with his bunny smile.

"Call me Kookie from now on," he commented, slyly putting his arm around your own without you noticing.

"Kookie? Is that what you're friends call you?" I asked, thinking back to what Yoongi said about him and his popular group of friends.

"Hmm, sure!" He said, smiling. I chuckled at his cuteness and finally came to a stop when we reached a door that said chemistry.

"Ha, Kookie you and I have chemistry together," I said, telling my unfunny joke making him cringe. His nickname rolled off your tongue so smoothly it was music to his ears.

"We do," he said, opening the door for me, "I told the teacher to pair you up with me through the year to make sure you were comfortable," he whispered.

I nodded my head, "Thanks, I guess."

"Ah! My new student, Miss Y/n L/n!" The teacher exclaimed, making a few students look at you. They were either looks of disgust or curiosity. The ones of disgust were probably because you were standing next to Jungkook.

Jungkook caught notice of the dirty looks sent your way, it made him a bit aggravated. Why were they all looking at you like that? They shouldn't even think about glancing in your direction, especially when he was around you.

"Thank you, Mr. Jeon, for escorting her through the school, but please go to your regular seat while Miss Y/n introduces herself." The teacher kindly said and Jungkook obediently nodded.

"Hmm, well my name is Y/n L/n, I'm from T/n. And I hope you guys welcome me and accept me as one of your students." You smiled kindly, bowing down to your classmates, and it was almost like every boy in the class swooned, including Jungkook. But every girl wanted to vomit at your nice and friendly introduction, it seemed like you were going to be too nice for their liking. The girls only rolled their eyes, seeing the new girl already catch the attention of the majority of the boys was annoying for them.

"By special request of Mr. Jeon, you get a special seat next to him throughout the year." The teacher said but you already knew that since Jungkook had told you. I nodded at her kindly, walking through the maze of circular tables, finding a seat next to Jungkook.

You bowed politely to the one boy and two other girls who were sitting at your table who either bowed respectfully or rolled their eyes nodding their head towards you rudely (you can guess who that party was).

"So Y/n, it's nice to meet you, my name is Jimin."

The boy in front of you was also rather cute. He still had a bit of baby fat in his cheeks, making him looks even cuter and the round specs he was wearing made him also look attractive. He had silver hair that was placed as bangs in front of his eyes, but you could still catch the brown hues behind the hair strands. He was the duality of a good looking man to a cute boy.

"Thank you for the welcoming, Jimin," I say bowing once more, making him chuckle.

"No need to be so polite, we'll be classmates from now on, you don't have to bow every second." He teased, laughing a bit and it was infectious. What is with this school and its abundance of attractive men?

"O-Okay," you muttered bashfully but smiling as well.

"Hey, nerd, why don't get us the textbooks on the back table," Jungkook said coldly, making you tilt your head around to stare at him. Jimin seemed to put his head down in shame before moving out of his seat to follow Jungkook's command. I watched with an agape mouth at Jungkook, who was still mad for some reason, trying to think of what reason he had for the sudden rude outburst.

"What was that Jungkook?" I whisper-yell, trying to keep my voice down from getting in trouble.

"Don't worry about it Y/n, it was nothing." Jungkook brushed off his actions like nothing and it made you wonder if that was really how Jungkook was. Was he just being nice to you to use you eventually, like Jimin?

"That wasn't nothing..." I say pouting, making sure he knew I was displeased with what he had just done.

"Oh get over it, new girl," one of the girls spoke, "that's how things run here."

She smirked as she put her hand on the backside of Jimin's chair. He couldn't see where he was going due to the stack of textbooks in the way of his vision, but he knew his chair was nearby so he was going to sit down, but in the last second, the girl pulled his chair out. Jimin along with the textbooks fell, a loud crash and yell were heard through the room.

I stood up from my seat and went to his side.

He was gripping his wrist in pain and Jungkook lazily walked over.

"What was that?" I ask the girl who just smirked.

"Mrs. Park, Jimin got his wrist hurt and Y/n said she wants to escort him to the nurse." The snobby girl said, chewing gum loudly, like an annoying girl from a movie.

"Very well, get him there safely, I trust you know where the nurse's office is?" I felt my blood run cold, I couldn't help him if I didn't know where the nurses' office was.

"I can help both of them, Mrs. Park," Jungkook volunteered, but you just glared at him.

Taking a deep breath and looking Jungkook directly in the eye you said, "I know where the nurses' office is. I can take him there, Jungkook doesn't need to come, Mrs. Park."

There was a chorus of 'ohs' and whistle but you completely ignored them, making your way out of the classroom.

"Y/n!!" Jungkook yelled, but the teacher quickly put him in his place, making his return to his chair, slumping in his seat. He clenched his fist feeling like his plan had backfired.

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"So Jimin, do you know where the nurses' office is?" I say sheepishly, avoiding his gaze.

Even in his state of pain he chuckled and nodded, "Just follow me...and here I thought you were the one that was supposed to be escorting me to the nurses' office."

I smirked and slapped his chest making him laugh even louder. My smile was slowly let down when I thought back to the classroom.

"Is Jungkook always like that?" I ask suddenly, killing the light-hearted mood.

"Yeah, he's always been like that. But I guess you'll be safe from his torment since you are one of his friends." Jimin said, looking at the floor.

"He always bullies you?" I ask quietly this time. With a slight nod of his head, I feel myself become angry.

"Why?!" He seemed surprised at my sudden yell, which I quietly apologized for.

"It's just how it is," hearing those words a second time made you even madder.

"Well, I'll help you," I say, nudging his elbow.

"You don't have to, just a few more years and I'm out of here. And other people have it worse than me," he said, trying to smile his words off, but you could see that he had been suffering on the inside because of the torment Jungkook put his through.

"I can't...be friends with him anymore. It doesn't matter how nice he is to me, I can't let him treat people this way." Jimin chuckled lightly making me lift an eyebrow in questioning as to what was so funny.

"You really are something, Y/n." He said throwing an arm around your shoulder, making you holding his good wrist in a friendly manner. "But seriously, don't break up your friendship with Jungkook, he's probably nice to you. Don't end it because of me."

I didn't say anything but continued on walking. Time flew by quickly with you two chatting and in no time you were both at the nurses' office.

"You should go back to class Y/n, you don't want to miss your first day," Jimin commented as the nurse grabbed his wrist gently.

"Excuse me, could you give her a map of the school, she's new." Jimin politely asked as the lady sighed heavily before retreating to the back of the office.

Jimin and I held back our laughter at her annoyed expression, but I stood up when she came back to get the map from her hands.

"Thank you!" I say, going to leave but then I remembered something.

"Jimin?" I say, opening the nurses' door again. I reach into the cup on the nurses' desk, her ignoring me the whole time she examined Jimin and got a marker.

"Y/n? What are you still doing here?" Jimin asked, pushing his glasses up.

"Call me when you want, or text. I wanna get to know you better if I ever do break off my friendship with Jungkook I need someone to talk to." I say winking before grabbing his arm to jot my number down.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" He asked doubtfully.

"It's not like I'm asking you out, calm down. And if anyone asks where the number came from, just say its from a girl you hooked up with." I say simply, shrugging carelessly. He slumped in the cot bed a little bit but nodded his head.

"Keep in touch, Jiminie!" I say, opening the nurse's door and leaving the room.

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After a few minutes of getting lost, you finally made it back to class and when you shut the door as quietly as possible, Jungkook had already pulled out your chair. He looked like he wanted to say something, but didn't get one word out to you, not even to the other girls who were practically yelling in his ear about how attractive he is.

"Get into your groups and work on the assignment for the rest of the period." The teacher announced, and I looked around to anywhere that wasn't Jungkook.

"Y/-"

"So you're the new girl?" Jungkook's voice was cut off when someone's voice called out to you.

He had brown hair, slight curls, and waves in them, as he wore a bright and box smile on his face.

"Yes I am, and who might you be?" I ask, standing up to greet my classmate, bowing my head in respects.

"Taehyung, Kim Taehyung." He gave a lopsided smile which was absolutely adorable and before Jungkook could interrupt your conversation, Taehyung was dragging you away from your table to his own.

Now Jungkook had to keep an eye on you from the corner of his eye, while also trying to keep up with the two bantering girls on his right and left. He was trying his best to focus on the assignment, but he felt a gnawing at the back of his head.

What if Taehyung was trying to drag you away from him? What if he wanted to ruin your innocence? That was the last thing that Jungkook wanted. He rubbed the back of his head as he himself started wondering why he was having such odd thoughts in the middle of class.

It was obvious you wanted your space and he should leave you alone for a bit, but at the same time how could he leave you alone with this man by your side, acting oddly too friendly.

In reality, all of that stuff was in Jungkook's head. Taehyung was acting nice to you because you were his fellow classmate and you were the new girl, and the last thing Taehyung would do was try to hit on you on the first day of school. He didn't want to seem like a playboy to you.

"So Taehyung, who is your usual partner?" I asked, skimming through the textbook pages.

"It's usually Jimin-ah, but he obviously is not here," Taehyung said with a kind smile.

"So let's work on this together to make Jimin jealous of how well we work together," I say, jokingly, but he nods his head.

"I don't mind being partners with you, why did you think I invited you?" He said, chuckling at the end of his sentence.

"Then it's settled, chemistry partner," I say, a bright smile on my face as I shook his hand, mocking how officials would to confirm a deal with each other.

"Now, let's get down to work." Taehyung declared, pulling out his own pair of glasses from his pocket.

You two worked together worked quite well together, for only knowing each other for a few minutes. Taehyung made it easy to start conversations and he was easy to talk to which is why it was a breeze doing all of this work, that and the fact you had studied this subject beforehand.

It turns out you two were ahead of everyone else and finished much faster than the others. I dropped my pen and rubbed my eyes tiredly. Taehyung notices my fatigue and cracked a joke instead of bluntly asking you what was wrong.

"What's wrong? Sleeping beauty didn't get her sleep last night?"

Jungkook watched from his table as you chuckled and laid your head on Taehyung's broad shoulders. He didn't know the context or why you did, but it was pretty obvious to him that Taehyung was trying to pull something on you. And he wouldn't allow that.

It was even odd to Jungkook as to why he was acting like this. He had only known you for a little over 24 hours, but he felt the need to always be with you. And it made him mad seeing other people in the spot where he should be.

'Why did I have to say that to Jimin while she was there?' Jungkook thought, running a hand through his hair stressed of what you thought of him now. It was obviously not good and he wished he could do anything to change your mind. 'That's it! This is all his fault!'

Jungkook looked like he had found the jackpot with how far his lips went up in a smile.

'I just have to deal with him.' Is what he thought, clicking his pen rapidly.

The bell rang, snapping him out of his thoughts. He jumped out of his seat, immediately heading towards you. He pushed past Taehyung who was currently making you tear up from laughter.

"I need to talk to you Y/n," Jungkook said to you seriously and you glance between him and Taehyung.

"Fine, but be quick about it." You said back and Taehyung nodded in understanding and left the two of you to be alone in the room.

"I just want to say that what I said back there wasn't how I usually am, I don't know what came over me, but that definitely wasn't me. I'm sorry if I scared you, I didn't mean to." Jungkook blurted everything out and unintentionally mustering the best puppy dog eyes ever.

"It's...fine." A loud sigh escaped your lips at his confession. "It's fine, but you can't do that anymore." You said sternly and he nodded several times making you chuckle. "Now stop pouting and show me the way to our next class."

Jungkook held in his victory dance and held his arm out for you, which you intertwined your own with. It seemed easy to get you back this time, but maybe the next it wouldn't be so easy, which made Jungkook watch what he would say.

He took you to your next classes, staying by your side the entire time and he would glare at anyone that wanted to talk to you, also pushing the girls that were throwing themselves at him away. He only wanted to be around you and he made sure that everyone in the class had gotten the message when he would glare at them.

And that was the ending of your first day. You ate your lunch with Yoongi and for the rest of the day, you kept talking with Jungkook as much as possible. You guys fixed your one-day friendship and it made you guys even closer, which you were happy about.

You made sure to check in with Jimin and Taehyung time to time, the duo joining you and Yoongi for lunch sometimes. Jungkook didn't really sit near you guys for lunch because sometimes he wasn't even in the cafeteria, attending extracurricular subjects during his lunch periods. And when he did go to the lunch room, he would be bombarded with all of his other popular friends, but you smiled and waved at him anyway. He always returned the gesture, before one of his friends pulled him away from your sight.

It had been a few days since the Jimin incident and you were now walking around the campus, Jungkook by your side.

"So do you like it here? Is everyone treating you nicely?" Jungkook asked, looking at you with genuine curiosity. He wanted you to be as comfortable as possible while you went to this school and it was his job to make sure that you were.

"Yeah, the occasional side glare, but nothing too bad. The guys are very welcoming." Jungkook fought back an annoyed expression, instead teasing you of your closeness with the other boys, but inside he was getting eaten up with jealousy.

"I'm better though, right?" Jungkook put his hands under his chin in a signature flower-aegyo pose, but you just chuckled at the question.

"I'm not sure you and Yoongi are neck-to-neck," you teased before slapping his shoulder, "I'm kidding. You both are welcoming to me it's actually hard to choose."

He nodded, not saying a word.

For the past few days, you felt yourself become closer to Jungkook Your feelings began growing and each time he would tease you or look at you for too long you blushed a deep crimson. It was pretty obvious, and you were almost completely sure Jungkook knew you liked him, but he just didn't say anything about it. Probably out of pity for you, that's what you thought at least.

You had gotten used to your new schedule, capable of walking around the campus without getting lost. The mornings were a bit better knowing you had friends to greet you in each class, but it was still fun when lunch came by especially if Jungkook ate with you guys. So after a long morning, lunch finally came by.

"Jungkook, let's eat lunch together," I say, but Jungkook pouts.

"I can't, I have to go somewhere, but I could skip and stay with you instead." He said, excited for you to say yes, but you only shook your head.

"It's okay, I think I can handle lunch time by myself and besides Yoongi will be with me," I say, smiling sweetly. I didn't notice Jungkook's gaze hardened in frustration, but he was quick to hide it.

"If you say so baby girl, I'll see you after lunch then." Jungkook ruffled your hair, making you cringe from the friction. Your hair was definitely messed up now.

"See ya, Kookie!" You call out before entering the lunchroom.

You fell in line, grabbing your lunch quickly and leaving the line. I searched for Yoongi in the crowds of many people and thank god for his bleached hair because he was easy to see.

I went over to the empty table and he glared at me first, probably because he thought I was someone else, but then his glare softened.

"I didn't know when you and Jungkook would stop eye-fucking each other so I didn't interrupt you two." He said casually before biting into his sandwich. "I'm telling you Y/n, do not be friends with him. There is a lot about him you don't know."

I furrow my brows, feeling a bit uncomfortable with his tone. "If you are talking about the bullying, then don't worry about it, I told him to stop and we all know how Jungkook listens to me."

"You've only known him for a few days," Yoongi comments, before biting into his sandwich.

"And I haven't known you for a few days, but look where we are Yoongi." I shoot back, making him sigh in defeat.

"I'm just saying, don't say I didn't warn you," he said before taking a big bite into his sandwich.

"Hey! Y/n!!" You and Yoongi simultaneously turn your heads to look behind you to see Taehyung and Jimin walking towards your table.

"Jimin! Taehyung!" You exclaim hopping out of your seat to hug the two. "Join us!" I invite happily and they both pull out their chairs.

The four of you chatted, Yoongi occasionally dissing one of the two boys while trying to make a mess of your face by splashing something on you. It was all fun until someone decided to creep up on you.

"Isn't this an odd group of people here?"

I turn around slowly and see a jock, who was wearing our school jacket, towering over us with his tall and masculine built.

"Namjoon-ah, leave us alone." Yoongi spat, digging his fork deep into his salad bowl.

"Oh shut it Yoongi, just because you're older doesn't give you the right to tell me what to do." Namjoon countered making Yoongi huff out a deep breath.

"We don't want any trouble, please leave us alone," Jimin muttered meekly and I protectively stood in front of the table, trying to shield the frightened Jimin. These guys probably were the ones that bullied him more than Jungkook ever did.

"Just go," I say calmly, trying to ease the anger that was obviously riding up in his body.

"And who thinks I'm gonna listen to the new girl." He said, flicking some food onto your uniform.

"Okay man, look that's enough," Taehyung said, standing up abruptly his chair squeaking against the shiny new tiles. Now everyone in the lunch room was looking at you guys and Namjoon chuckled in amusement.

"Did that make you mad, huh?" Namjoon taunted, and he turned around looking like was going to leave, but in the last second, he turned around, fist clenched. You moved quickly in front of Taehyung intending to take the hit, but it never came. My eyes were tightly closed so I didn't see what exactly happened.

All you could hear was a loud clang of a metal tray, a body roughly hitting the floor, and the sound of bones cracking. I opened my eyes frantically looking around until I saw two people dressed in the school uniform on the floor. Who...?

"Jungkook!" I yell, rushing to the two. "Get off of him!"

I pull at his raised arm, which was obviously going in for a punch, but his brute strength outweighed my own and he brought his fist down to meet Namjoon's cheek again, in a brutal punch.

"Jungkook! That's enough! You're gonna hurt him!"

"So?! He was going to hurt you!! He deserves this!" He yells back harshly, and looking into his eyes you could tell that this wasn't the real Jungkook. It was someone else, someone that wanted to hurt the man that was already bleeding on the ground repeatedly.

"Jungkook! Snap out of it!" I yell as loud as possible and this time it seems like my message was delivered.

Jungkook slowly turned around and saw Namjoon bleeding on the floor.

"Everyone make way!" A teacher yelled, coming to the scene. They looked like they were going to get sick from just looking at the condition Namjoon was in.

"I need an ambulance, tell someone to call an ambulance!" They shouted and several students scurried away.

I approached Jungkkok who was still spaced out and softly took his hand in mine, his encasing mine.

"Let's go."

He listened to my words and followed in my footsteps. I glanced at the group at the table, who was looking at the both of us with unbelievable expressions.

"We need to get you to the nurse," I say softly, looking at his cut and bleeding knuckles.

"No," he uttered under his breath, "only you."

Even during a time like this, you didn't know why, but you blushed. His words touched your heart and you nodded slowly.

"Okay, let's go to my room then."

I lead him through the now familiar hallways until we made it to the dorms, specifically my room. You guessed that Yoongi would not be in until later, probably because he would be questioned sooner or later, including Taehyung and Jimin.

I tugged Jungkook into the bathroom, where there were wraps and bandages, along with cleansing alcohol.

"This is gonna sting," I say holding a soaked cotton pad in my hand. Jungkook nodded in response, clutching your other hand in his own. I softly dabbed the pad into his open cuts, his grip on my hand getting tighter and tighter as I continued on.

"Almost done," I say, trying to encourage him to pull through with the pain. He could only weakly nod and let his head fall as I brought the cloth onto his knuckles. I finished up cleaning him as fast as possible, now grabbing the roll of bandages to wrap his knuckles with.

This part didn't have any pain to come with it, but Jungkook kept a grip on your leg when you wrapped his other hand.

"There you go, all done, Kookie," I said smiling softly. I let my hands rest on the sides of my legs, which were sitting crisscrossed. He seemed still lost in his thoughts so I grabbed the side of his cheek making him look at me. This wasn't the best time to confront the issue, but I had to know why.

"Why did you do that? Why did you punch Namjoon" I ask softly, rubbing my thumb against his soft skin.

"He was going to hurt you Y/n and I couldn't let that happen." He said simply, leaning into your touch.

"But why were you there? I thought you had to do something else." I asked, pushing my limit with the amount of question I was asking.

"I was going to, but I wanted to stay with you so I went back and thank god that I did because I don't know what I would've done if something bad happened to you." His voice cracked a bit and your heart softened at his sweet words.

"Why? Why do you care so much about me?" I ask, curiosity and hope getting the best of his and my own boundaries.

Out of nowhere, it seemed like he snapped out of whatever trance he was in and pushed you to the bed beneath you two. He was extremely close to you, as he kept his firm grip on your wrists.

"It's because I'm in love with you, you make me crazy and you make me want to do things to you that I've never felt before. You can call me stupid or idiotic because I only met you a few days ago, but I am so in love with you that just by looking at you, you can make me insane." He breathed out, his hot breath fanning across your neck.

His words switched something on in your brain because in no time your lips were on his. By the touch of your hands in his hair, he was melting into your arms.

Jungkook couldn't help but pull away to see the sight in front of him, even if it meant losing the feeling of you against him. You were staring at him with the same look that he had gazed at you with and he fought back the childish grin that was creeping up on his face.

"I'm in love with you Y/n, I love you so much. I don't care if you don't feel the same I just need you to know." Jungkook was taking in deep breaths, trying his best to recover from the loss of breath he had.

"I think I love you too Jungkook" You breathed out, feeling a weight being lifted off of your shoulder by saying those simple words. And to Jungkook an 'I think' was better than nothing so he was not complaining at all. "Now come here and kiss me again."

He chuckled a bit before slowly closing the space in between you two. Unlike the first kiss you had shared, this one was more passionate like he was going as slow as possible to remember the feeling of your soft lips pressed onto his own.

Your tongues danced together in a fierce battle. You were so immersed in the feeling, but you didn't miss Jungkook's hips roll against yours as you felt yourself become more and more heated by the second. That was enough for you to beg for more.

Your hands left his hair and moved down to his button up shirt. Without leaving each other's touch, you unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it to the side of the room, his toned and defined chest out in the open for you to look at. The sight was enough for you to moan out in pleasure.

"Baby girl, if we continue like this I won't be able to stop." Jungkook moaned out and the pleasure of your fingers dancing on his bare torso made his head fall backward.

"Who said I wanted to stop, baby?" You winked at him before flipping him over so now you were straddling him. He let out an automatic moan, feeling more pressure on his hard member. You smirked and teased him more, rolling your hips ever so slowly.

His hands went to your hips and made you move faster, making you smirk at how desperate he was. While his hands were occupied with your pelvis, your hands trailed down the sides of his chest enjoying the feeling of his muscles get tighter whenever you grazed them ever so slightly with your fingertip.

You would have never imagined this happening. You had Jeon Jungkook under you a moaning mess from your teasing and completely shirtless. It was something out of a dream.

"Y/n...I need you now," Jungkook moaned, and you could feel him become harder and harder with even the slightest bit of pressure applied to his cock.

"I know baby, I know." In all honesty, you were craving for him too, but something in the back of your mind told you to stop, think about what you were doing, and who you were doing it with.

Jungkook got riled up from the teasing and flipped you over so he was on top now.

"Your clothes are annoying me, baby girl," I smirked and let my hands slowly trail to the buttons my own shirt. More teasing couldn't hurt, right?

I moved as slow as possible, unbuttoning each button making sure he saw what I was doing. Jungkook was practically eye-fucking you by the time you were at the bottom of the shirt.

"Fuck baby, I'm so hard for you right now." His words make you break your thoughts of reading him. Instead, you unbuttoned the shirt as daft as possible.

Your shirt was tossed aside by him as he immediately went to litter your neck and chest with hickies and open-mouthed kisses.

His sharp teeth biting into your skin gave you massive waves of pleasure, which shocked you, as you ran your fingers through his dark black hair, which only made him bite deeper and harder. He was desperate to finally make you as his.

His mouth didn't stop moving once and by the time he reached your sensitive spot, you were covered with his love bites.

"Oh god, Jungkook how am I gonna cover that?" I moaned out since he was still biting and nipping at my neck, his warm tongue meeting yiur sensitive skin.

"Don't." He said with a raspy deep voice, breaking away from your neck for a moment. "Let everyone know who you belong to."

His words shouldn't have, but they drove you to edge as you ground your hips against his, yearning for more friction.

You both wrre done if the teasing and stopped to look at each o thef. He was disheveled and breathing heavily, and you were practically the same.

"Y/n, are you really rea-"

"Hey, guys we're back!!" The door slammed open and Jungkook instinctively covered you first, jumped out of the bed, and closed your door. Thank god there was a separate room only for you or else this would've been 10 times more embarrassing.

"Guys!? What's going on?" Jimin yelled again and you could hear the laughter of Yoongi and Taehyung through the walls.

"Leave them be Jiminie~" Jimin didn't catch the message but decided to listen to Taehyung and step away from the doorway.

Jungkook was heavily breathing while leaning against the door as if making sure no one stepped foot inside. He was still shirtless giving you some extra time to examine his perfectly sculpted torso. He truly was ethereal.

"Y/n, get dressed." He commanded and I nodded, trying my best to hide my embarrassment. His hand slipped to your doorknob, locking your door so he didn't have to stand in front of the door the whole time.

Jungkook was about to get his own shirt, but you stopped him, grabbing his wrist.

"Don't wear your uniform, I have extra clothes you can wear." Jungkook smiled at your shy face, enveloping you in a tight hug, his arms capturing you in the warmest embrace you've ever felt.

You walked to your closet, Jungkook not letting his arms falter. Your back was hitting his hard chest from how tight he was holding you and this made you blush even more. Jungkook didn't notice you were still without any shirt and looked at your closet, looking through the clothes with you.

"I have this oversized shirt and loose sweatpants that can definitely fit you." You muttered, reaching in to grab the articles of clothes.

"Whatever you give me, I can wear baby girl." He said slyly, planting a kiss to your temple. He was acting so sweet and nice to you, your heart melted. He grabbed the clothes from you, throwing on the shirt immediately and it was actually loose on him. Jungkook only imagines if it was big on you, how did it look on you? He imagined your bare legs, the shirt acting almost as a dress when you wore it and he smiled at the thought. Perhaps he would get to see you like that sometime.

You turned around and changed into your own clothes, also giving Jungkook his own time for changing. You wore sweatpants as well and a belly shirt that was comfortably loose on you. When you saw that Jungkook was finished with changing, you tackled him to the bed, hugging his torso. You could hear him chuckle before letting the two of you lay on your sides. Jungkook propped his elbow on the bed, resting his head in his hands staring at you with love.

Jungkook would have never guessed he would fall in love with someone so quickly, but he was glad he did before anyone else could. Now you were his and no one in the world could ever change that.

"Jungkook even though we just met, I feel so happy with you." You muttered, cuddling to his chest. He didn't bother hiding his prideful smile as he let his arms rest on your waist.

"Me too, Y/n. I don't know why, but I want to be with you forever." He said, hands now playing with your hair. You hid your face in his chest and you could hear his heart racing against his ribcage. It made you blush since you knew his heart was beating like that because of you.

"Hey!! Could you guys stop fucking for a second because we need to talk about something!" Yoongi yelled out, and you blushed knowing that he was aware of what you two were doing.

"Don't be embarassed baby girl," Jungkook said winking at the end of his sentence.

With a lot of encouragement from Jungkook, you decided to get out of bed. It was hard to convince you since you knew that once you stepped out of the room the 3 pairs of eyes would immediately land on you.

When you did exit the room, Jimin was letting his head lay in his hands, and you were guessing he was blushing to probably being informed by the other two by what you were doing. Yoongi kept a blank face and Taehyung was making overly exaggerated happy faces, hyping the two of you up.

"Wow! Jungkook and Y/n getting it on, and on your first day together, impressive." Taehyung winked teasingly to you, making you scratch your head in bashfulness. His comments made your face red, which you had predicted, and Jungkook only smirks with confidence and pride. He was glad that they all knew you were his now, that way they wouldn't get in his way when it came to you.

"Y/n...I'm sorry for almost barging in, that was totally my fault!" Jimin apologized, not daring to look at Jungkook's now fierce eyes.

"Ah, it's fine Jimin, you didn't know." Jungkook rolled his eyes but remembered to try to be nice towards Jimin, it seemed like that would make you happy.

"Yah, Jimin!" Jungkook said suddenly, the shorter one cowering in fear. "I want to apologize to you for the past years, I shouldn't have done that and it was the wrong of me. Hopefully, you and I can be friends and we can get to know each other more."

You looked at Jungkook impressed with his apology, it seemed like he did swallow his pride just once. Jimin, on the other hand, was smiling widely, "Yeah! We should!"

Jungkook seemed satisfied with his answer before directing his gaze to Yoongi.

"I don't approve, but you can do whatever you want. But don't be too loud when you guys do it in here." Yoongi said this all with a blank face before standing up to go to the kitchen.

I shuffled into Jungkook's embrace as he wrapped his arm around me.

"So you guys wanna celebrate with a party?" Taehyung asked.

"Tae, I'm pretty sure that you can't throw any parties in these dorms," I say, tracing Jungkook's veins. He felt calm with the light touch of your finger tips.

"Oh innocent child, I'm talking about the underground parties," Taehyung said with a devious smirk.

"We can't do that again Taehyung!" Jimin called out, making you curious as to what this secret underground party they were talking about. "We were almost caught and I think if you really wanna do it again, you have to wait. We held a party only a few weeks ago and if we hold one again, the school will get suspicious."

"What is that?" I ask, looking at Jungkook who just sipped on the water Yoongi put on the table.

"Jimin and I have been the masterminds behind some of this school's best parties, ask Jungkook. He's attended more than one, isn't that right Kookie?" Taehyung winked at the boy sitting next to you.

"Don't call me that, and yeah I've been to a few," Jungkook said, keeping his arm around your shoulder. "They're interesting, to say the least."

"Fucking interesting is an understatement," Yoongi chuckles, sipping on a beer which he recently retrieved from the fridge, "you can get a whole lot of memories, and other things, at those parties."

I look at Yoongi interested in what he had said, raising an eyebrow. Yoongi only smirked and pointed at Jimin who was blushing under the attention of your eyes.

"Explain, Jimin," Yoongi said, punching the shorter boy in his shoulder, who held back a wince.

"So, um, basically, me and Taehyung we...um...deal un-prescribed medication to some of the students here?" Jimin said, trying not to choke on his words.

"Un-prescribed medication...?" I say, confused.

"Drugs, they deal drugs, baby girl," Jungkook said, knowing that you were confused.

Immediately, you let your posture become straight staring at the two. Taehyung only smirked and Jimin looked away shyly, a blushing mess.

"You sell fucking drugs!!" I yell at the top of my lungs. "Why?!"

"It makes good money, princess, this school isn't all good grades and popular boys, there's always a dark side to things," Taehyung said smoothly, and you could hear a loud stomp on the ground. I looked at Taehyung to see him clutching his foot.

"Don't call her princess," Jungkook said threateningly, "ever again."

"Do you wear fucking platforms to school or some shit Jeon?!" Taehyung called out, still clutching his aching foot.

"Jungkook, why'd you do that?" I ask softly. I let out a small yelp when Jungkook suddenly pulled me into his lap, bringing his lips close to my ear.

"I'm the only one allowed to call you such names, you're mine and only mine." He growled and I tried not to look at the amused Taehyung in front of me.

"Wow, Jungkook you're already territorial when you are only a day in the relationship, I thought those feelings came in later," Taehyung said, smirking. Jimin chuckled cutely, hiding his laughter behind his small hand.

"Oh shut your smart mouth, Taehyung," Jungkook said, kissing your neck softly.

"Anyway, Taehyung a party or not?" Yoongi asked, and suddenly Taehyung slammed his drink onto the table.

"Of course there's a party!"

Jimin clapped quietly, looking defeated since no one listened to his observation, and Yoongi nodded and smiled, satisfied with the answer.

"Jungkook and Y/n you have to come since the party is for you guys anyway," Taehyung said, leaning on the table looking at the two of you in hope.

"I'll go if Y/n wants to," I felt all eyes turn to me and all I could think of doing was nod. I mean why would I say no, there wasn't anything bad that could happen.

"Great, it's a real first date for the two of you," Taehyung said, happily sitting back in his seat.

"Taehyung, you better not scream about the two of us, you would draw unnecessary attention to us and I think neither of us want that," Jungkook said firmly, keeping you on his lap.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure he doesn't," Jimin assured.

The room fell into a comfortable silence until I took a deep breath.

"So we're all just going to ignore the fact that Jimin and Taehyung run their own drug business?"

Everyone nodded, sipping their drinks, Taehyung winking playfully.

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Taehyung quickly spread the word around the school, telling people the exact details and making sure that they kept quiet about it.

See on the surface, Taehyung seemed like a nerd like his closest friend Jimin. But in fact, he was a sly student that used his act of a quiet kid to listen in on people's conversation, in the end getting all of the gossip and secrets. He used that to his advantages, threatening students that said they were going to report his parties with their beloved secrets and that he would expose all of them.

That's why none of the popular kids speak out against him or tell the teacher's about the infamous parties he holds down in the basement. Well, of course, there is the rare exception, such as Namjoon, but it will usually simmer down when the teachers don't believe him, not even bothering to inspect the allegations, forcing Taehyung to tell their secrets to everyone.

Stumbling upon the now infamous basement was a total accident. He had actually become friends with Jimin there. It was his first day as a student and curiosity got the best of him. He read a do not enter sign and of course, he entered. He saw some kid sitting in front of a glaring screen, with many more surrounding him.

Cutting to the end of the story, Jimin, who was the one sitting in front of the screen, was hacking into some private files that weren't supposed to be out there. Taehyung immediately befriended the wallflower, claiming the two of them met because of fate pushing them together.

They had renovated the whole place themselves, and thanks to Jimin's connections he was able to install speakers into the walls, not forgetting to make the place soundproof and that was the making of the party meet up place. Don’t even ask Taehyung how Jimin managed to get past the student council with renovations because even he doesn't know how his best friend did it.

"This is gonna be the best party so far," Taehyung said, stuffing cash into his pocket. He was in charge of who could and could not enter the basement and he was excited to see both you and Jungkook show up.

It was only the start of the party, but the place was close to being packed. That just showed the popularity of these parties that Taehyung held.

"Babe, should I wear this?" It has been one week since you and Jungkook made it official and he was currently in your dorm room trying to help you get ready. You were asking his opinion on several outfits.

"No way, that's too showy," Jungkook said, sneaking up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, "why not just wear a shirt that says 'I'm Jungkook's Girlfriend, fuck off!'?"

I chuckle lightly at his joke, continuing to skim through different shirts and bottoms.

"I guess I can just look comfortable and cool," I say, choosing the sweatpants and tight crop top. With a choker going with your nice outfit, you finished off the look perfectly.

"I am so goddamn lucky to have you Y/n, so fucking sexy." Jungkook praised, kissing your neck making you smile shyly.

"Oh, that's enough, Jungkook. You look great yourself, so let's get going. I'm sure Taehyung is excited to see us too." I say, pecking his nose, making him scrunch it up cutely. "And I'm just as lucky so stop praising me like that, babe."

Jungkook smiled proudly at his nickname, happy with the closeness that grew between you two.

"Whatever you say, baby girl. Let's go." He said, standing up taking your hand in his, walking out of your room with you towards the basement.

Now, Jungkook was no stranger to Taehyung's parties, constantly being invited by his friends, who were invited by Taehyung. He had never partaken in drugs or things like that, but there were definitely wild memories he's had there. There were sometimes hook-ups, but he never mentioned any of that to you. You had to see him as someone you could trust, and that's what was happening now.

You went hand in hand to the basement where Taehyung happily greeted you, also saying you were free of charge and that you didn't have to pay for entrance.

"Y/n, just stay close to me, okay?" I looked at Jungkook and seeing his serious expression, I nodded my head. "Good."

"Y/n!!" A high pitched voice called and then there was a sudden weight on your shoulders, thankfully Jungkook held you tightly stopping you from falling to the ground. I look to my right and saw Yoongi, definitely intoxicated, sipping on his drink.

"And you brought your boyfriend!" He cheered. Jungkook looked disgusted at Yoongi while you tried holding back laughter.

"Oh!! I spot a cute guy Y/n look over there!!" Yoongi said pointing at the familiar boy sitting behind the computer, DJ-ing the whole party.

"Uhm, Yoongi, that's Jimin there..." I inform, making him stand upright instead of falling to the ground.

"Oh fuck me, pretty boy!!" He squealed, running off to the DJ stand. Even Jungkook himself was laughing at the mess Yoongi was making out of himself.

"Now, baby let's get this actual party started." Jungkook cheered, taking you by the waist to the bar.

Jungkook ordered both of you some shots, as he kept a tight grip on your exposed waist. While you two waited for the drinks, Jungkook kissed you firmly on the lips. A smile formed on your mouth, but you cooperating and kissed back as feverishly as possible.

HIs hands trailed from your waist down to your thighs, lifting you to his lap as he sat on one of the bar stools, making sure to keep you both steadied.

"Your drinks? That is if you guys would stop sucking each other's faces off." The bartender said, making you chuckle at your boyfriend's annoyed expression.

"Thanks," I say, not hesitating to swallow the alcoholic shot down my throat. Jungkook grabbed his and finished it as well. Of course, it being your first time tasting such strong alcohol your fave cringed, making Jungkook chuckle lightly.

"Babe, I gotta go to the bathroom," I say, climbing off his lap, but he was still holding my hand. "You probably messed up my lipstick." I tease, climbing off his lap.

"Want me to walk you?" He asked, squeezing my hand gently. I shook my head no and left for the restroom, blowing a kiss before turning my way to the facilities.

Jungkook watched your retrieving form, ordering another round of shots. He was about to sip on the alcohol in his hands, but a sudden slap on his back stopped him from doing so.

"Jeon Jungkook, finally showing up after many long months of being off the grid!" The voice was familiar to him, it was one of his old jock friends that he didn't keep in touch with too much now in days.

"Oh hey, Jackson." Jungkook greeted, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible.

"Hey, I umm, saw the girl you were with, hoping you could hook me up, y'know like old times." All of Jungkook's muscles tightened at the sickening sound of Jackson's voice, it was the same voice he used whenever he wanted a favor. Usually...no actually always involving a girl. A girl that would later be in the same bed as him panting and moaning his name.

"No, sorry Jacks, but that girl is not for the taking." Jungkook said sternly, not glancing at his 'friend' Jungkook kept a close eye on the bathroom door, actually hoping you wouldn't come out until later. If you were to return to him, who knows what Jackson would do to you, which would ultimately end in what Jungkook would have to do to Jackson.

It was obvious you two were dating, I mean you were always holding hands in the halls, sharing kisses near the lockers, and always sharing hugs and lovable actions in public, no shame what so ever.

"No way! Dude, she is a real one, I got to say...what's she sound in bed?" Jungkook could barely think, why did he need to know? Was he really going to still and try to get with you when you were obviously taken?

"..."

"Really, Jungkook? That bad." Jackson said, laughing at his own unfunny joke.

By the time Jackson was caught up in laughing at his own joke, you were walking back to where Jungkook was. And this was probably the only time in his life where he didn't want you back sitting on his lap.

Jackson's laugh was cut short when he noticed his friend's silence, looking in the same direction as he was.

"Holy fucking shit." Jackson breathed, staring at you, too much for Jungkook's liking actually. Without warning, Jackson walked towards you chatting up a storm with you.

"Hey, so Y/n, right?" Jackson said to you, making you nod, uncomfortable with how this stranger was treating you even though you've only heard him say a minimum of 4 words.

"Uhm, yes, what do you want?" I ask, casually slipping out of his arms which were around my shoulder.

"I'm kinda a friend of Jungkook," he said, getting closer to you once again. I glance at where I thought Jungkook was, but he wasn't there. "And I wanted to get to know you better since Jungkook just keeps babbling on about this perfect girl."

He stepped closer, his chest touching yours since you were now backed to a wall.

"I need you to step ba-"

Jackson's close body was now on the floor. Everything happened fast and it was a blur to you, the one who was in front of the poor boy. Jungkook was suddenly panting in front of you, holding you as close as possible.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I came as fast as I could, the crowds of people were slowing me down and I just couldn-"

"Don't apologize, thank you for coming Jungkook, thank you so much." I breathed, hugging him tightly. "I, just, thank you."

Jungkook hugged you back with as much love, glancing at the motionless body next to his feet.

"Let's get you back to the dorm, and rest okay?" You nodded, taking his hand in yours and excusing yourselves from the party.

After a long walk back, bidding your three close friends a good night you finally made it to your room.

Jungkook helped you get changed, apologizing every second for what happened.

"I can't help but feel it's my fault," Jungkook said beating himself up.

"Don't say that," I mutter, caressing his cheek with my hand which he leaned into, "what happened tonight couldn't be stopped. And it's no big deal, as long as we're both fine it's all okay." I say, pecking his lips to try and make hum feel better.

"I love you so much," He breathed, hugging my waist.

"I love you too baby," I say softly.

I climb into bed and Jungkook wraps the blanket protectively around my body, making me look like a burrito. It was silently agreed that he would stay the night. He stripped off his shirt, changing into the spare sweatpants he left in your room.

He joined you, cuddling up to your side and hugging you tightly in his muscular arms. His hands automatically found your own and you smiled at the abundance of affection.

Jungkook really was the perfect boyfriend, which you had learned in a week of being together. It seemed wherever you stepped foot, he was there to support or be with you. He was just a very lovable guy.

The sound of his steady breathing lulled you to sleep. You slept thinking of how lucky you were to have someone like Jungkook in your life to be with.

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Jungkook had lifted his head from the fluffy pillows, looking over to you. Jungkook knew why he was awake and he knew what he wanted to do.

"I love you so much," Jungkook whispered pushing your hair aside to kiss your cheek, "which is why I have to do this."

He slid out of the comfort of your bed and dressed in all black clothing.

It was already late as the sun was about to come up, which is why Jungkook wanted to make this quick.

Yoongi was passed out on the couch, or at least that's what Jungkook thought, as he took your keys from the side drawer leaving your room, locking it on his way out.

He left the dorm area, going back to the basement and just as he expected, Jackson was still there. His friends were probably too drunk to carry him back and when he woke up from Jungkook's punch he probably just went to sleep. At least that's how it was when Jungkook had to take care of him when they were friends.

Jungkook's jaw clenched at the worthless excuse of a man right in front of him but continued making his way to the blonde's body.

He took his arms, carry the dead weight body up the stairs, dodging all of the security cameras. He knew where the cameras were and skillfully escaped out of their vision, eventually taking the stairs to the roof.

It was like something in Jungkook's brain was turned off and another side of him was found, something hidden deep down. He felt the need for revenge, anger, and he craved blood.

Without a second thought, he reeled his arm backward and brought it to meet Jackson's face. The victim's eyes shot open and he touched his jaw, still dazed from being abruptly awakened in such a rough manner as well.

"Jeon...?" The sun glared right unto Jackson's eyes, making him lift his hand to see Jungkook's face properly.

"Yeah, it's me, friend," Jungkook greeted sarcastically smiling at the dazed man in front of him if you could even call him a man at this point

"Yo, what happened?" Jackson asked, sitting upright on the gravel ground beneath the two.

"Oh, last night. Man, it was pretty fucking wild. Yeah, you tried to put yourself onto my girl, it was pretty fucking fun to watch." Jungkook said, spitting each word with venom.

Jackson didn't notice the intensity of Jungkook's glare since his hangover was still present.

"See? I told you everythi-"

Jungkook moved swiftly, taking Jackson's wrist in his hand, bending his fingers in painful ways, his other hand gripping Jackson's bleached blonde hair. Jackson yelled and fought against Jungkook's steel grip, but it was no use.

"Dude! Wha-"

"No! You shut the fuck up and listen to me, you man whore!" Jungkook yelled, now bending his past friend's arm back. "You put your fucking hands on my girl, my pure and innocent girl! Do you think I could forgive you for that?!"

Jackson was unresponsive, the pain in his soon to be broken arm numbing his brain. Jungkook's anger flared at his silence, this time taking his arm and bending it in an unimaginable way, Jackson yelling for help in pain and disparity.

"Answer me you fucking cunt!" Jungkook dropped the broken arm, kicking the man's stomach. "Do you think it was fun for me to see you put yourself onto her?! That's why I fucking pummeled you to the ground last night! It's what a son of a bitch like you deserve!"

Jackson's body would jolt up with each kick that was sent to his stomach, making him groan and yell in even more pain.

"This is only a fucking warning, Wang." Jungkook keeled down to look at the almost passed out man. "If I see you look at her, touch her, or even fucking breath in her direction, I will fucking kill you!"

Jackson nodded weakly, steering his eyes away from his 'friend.'

"Let me hear you fucking say you know your place!!" Jungkook slammed his fist into the concrete wall near Jackson's head, making the latter cringe at the close proximity. "Admit that you touched what was mine and you won't do it again unless you actually value your life!"

"I shouldn't have touched her a-and if I even look at her, you'll...k-kill me," the words fell from Jackson's chapped lips making Jungkook nod, trusting he learned his lesson.

"Good, remember our rules and I don't kill you," Jungkook was about to walk away from the scene, but stopped mid-step to turn and look at the broken man. "And don't tell anyone about this, if I hear even a rumor about this whole thing, I'll make sure you never speak again."

Jackson barely nodded, and Jungkook walked away satisfied with his work. With a slam of the roof door, he left Jackson crippled on the floor barely breathing.

"I'll do anything for my Y/N, as long as she is safe," Jungkook murmured, "and I'm the only one that can protect her."

Jungkook made a quick stop to the bathroom, washing the access blood from his knuckles. He made a good call wearing all black since there were some drops of blood on his shirt. Staring at himself in the mirror, he took a deep breath recalling the events that happened only seconds earlier.

"No, Jeon, you're doing the right thing. This is for your baby, he tainted her and you just took care of the problem. This isn't your fault." Jungkook mumbled to himself, resting assured by his own words.

He left the bathroom with no other words, going on his way back to your dorm room.

On his quiet journey and long, he thought of you and your futures together. Even after high school, he will make sure you two will never be broken apart.

"She is mine and there's no stopping it, even if I have to shed blood," Jungkook said to himself, smirking at the thought of your futures together.

He made sure to quietly open the door to your dorm room, remembering that Yoongi would be there on the couch. But surprisingly, he wasn't.

"Where'd you go, Jeon?" Yoongi asked as soon as the dorm room door closed. "Why did you leave so early in the morning?"

Suspicion grew by the second Jungkook didn't answer. He was going to walk right past Yoongi, but the latter's hand stopped him. Jungkook growled and threw the hand off of his shoulder, walking towards your room.

"I'm watching you, Jeon," Yoongi warned, to which Jungkook just ignored.

If Yoongi were to really catch on to what he was doing, it would only get messier from here on out.

"Do whatever you want, but" Jungkook turned around and pointed a finger at Yoongi, his stare baring right into his soul, "if you try to come in between me and Y/n, I will make sure no one ever sees you, again."

Yoongi was actually taken aback by the threat that Jungkook delivered. Before he could retort, Jungkook disappeared into your room. Yoongi slouched and looked at your door, contemplating whether or not he should tell you of his encounter with Jungkook.

Meanwhile, behind your closed door, Jungkook discarded his shirt and climbed into bed with you. You shuffled over to look at Jungkook with half open eyes.

"Baby? Why're you up so early?" You asked, hugging his muscular torso. Jungkook melted at your touch, turning around to now face you.

"Nevermind that. I think that you should call me something else now," Jungkook smiling at your sleepy, but cute, expression.

"What would that be?"

"Oppa."

Your body stiffened and he chuckled lightly at your reaction.

"C'mon, do you really not wanna call me that?" He teased rufflung your already messed up hair.

"I don't mind it...oppa," Jungkook smiled victoriousmy, hugging you tightly and bringing you closer to his bare chest.

"Jungkook, thank you so much for what you've done for me," you said, thankfully and his heart beat increased, "I just can't believe I was able to get so lucky to have you."

Jungkook's lips upturned into a big grin and he brought you closer, to such a close proximity you could hear his heartbeat.

You pecked his chest making him chuckle and flip you over, so now you were straddling him.

In your close and intimate relationship, you never thought of how fast you guys were moving. You both were happy and nothing could stop that, and honestly, to you, it felt like Jungkook was the one.

You were now straddling his waist as he looked at you with love and adoration.

"You are so perfect," he breathed out, keeping a firm grip on your hips.

You chuckled and leaned down to peck his forehead, lingering slightly to feel his hot breath on your neck.

"Wanna go out and walk around campus?" You ask, running your fingers up and down his chest, slightly tickling him.

He pouted, holding your two hands in his own, "We can just stay here, together."

He kissed your hands, looking directly into your eyes and you resisted the urge to agree with his idea.

"No, babe. C'mon, some fresh air never hurt anyone." You leaned down and kissed his lips, making him wish for more, but you pulled away grinning at him.

"Let's get ready," you threw the duvet off of your body and stood up near the bedside. Jungkook stayed still in bed for a moment, admiring your practically bare body.

"Hey, stop staring and get up," you teased, throwing a hoodie at his shirtless body.

Jungkook sighed and sat up, throwing the hoodie on and changing into skinny jeans.

You dressed in a skirt and a short sleeve stripped shirt, coincidentally matching Jungkook's.

"Now everyone knows your mine," He said smirking at the image reflected in the mirror in front to you two.

"Wait let me take a photo and post it on SNS." You said, digging into your bag and getting your phone out.

Jungkook stood behind you, arms wrapped around your shoulders draping in front of your chest. You tilted your head upwards and kissed his chin, making him smile and that's when you snapped the photo.

It was the perfect picture and you quickly posted it before gathering the last of your things and joining Jungkook to exit your room.

Yoongi was still on the couch, Jungkook thinking he could've possibly been pretending to sleep but didn't pester him further.

"Jungkook-oppa," you said in the sweetest tone, hugging his masculine arm, "let's get food and go shopping!"

Jungkook chuckled and pulled you closer, "You didn't have to ask baby girl, I know what you like when we go out to eat."

Even though the school was isolated from any other shopping malls or restaurants, the school is wealthy enough to open their own. A big one at that. Along with average fast food chains close by to the mall. It was a few minute walk, which is why you didn't know of it since it was pretty far from the school, but Taehyung informed you of it which is how you came to know it.

"And don't worry, I can pay for everything you want," Jungkook said slyly, grinning down at you.

You pouted but didn't argue knowing that putting up a fight was useless.

For the majority of the walk, you two were just taking pictures together or one of you took pictures of the other, it made time go by faster and made the walk more comfortable and enjoyable.

"We're here!" I exclaim out, tugging on his arm. He shook his head a small smile on his lips and continued leading me towards the entrance.

"It's so big!!"

The inside was truly marvelous. It was gigantic and the several floors of stores and restaurants had you even more excited.

"Let's go," Jungkook said leading you to the escalator. He leaned on one side as you leaned on the other, peering over at the stores you would eventually get to.

"Excuse me," a low voice said behind you. Without warning the person pushed past you, walking straight past you and making his way to the top of the stairs.

"Hey! Co-"

"It's fine, Jungkook calm down," I say, holding onto his hand to calm his anger. One thing you learned from being with your sweet and, usually, kind boyfriend was that he had absolutely no filter with anyone that hurt you. Which happened often, considering the number of his crazed fangirls around the school that were mad when they found out he was seeing you. You grew accustomed to holding him back, which he wasn't a fan of.

Jungkook liked to deal with all of your problems for you, saving you the hassle of lifting a pinky.

"Where do you wanna go, babe?" He asked softly, his breathing finally even. "You get to choose."

"Hmmm, oh! That one!" I say, jumping up excitedly. It has been a since you last saw so many shops in a while, so you were ecstatic to get to see clothes other than the ones you brought with you. Jungkook held tightly onto your hand as you dragged him into the shop you wanted to go to.

Once you entered, you were like a child in a candy shop. You bounced from one clothing rack to another, and thankfully Jungkook was able to keep up.

"Hmm, I don't think these clothes are my style." You said, but you still sifted through the several clothing racks. Personally, Jungkook spotted some clothes he thought would look fantastic on you but it seems like he had thought wrong. Jungkook could only think ahead in time when your birthday would come around, what would he get you? Speaking of which,

"Hey, baby?"

You hummed in response, telling Jungkook that he had your attention.

"When's your birthday?" He asked, and you glanced at him smiling sweetly.

"It's not important. And besides, I know about your made up plan on spoiling me sick on my birthday, which is why I won't tell you." You say, walking away from your stunned boyfriend.

Your birthday not important? What a load of bullshit!

"Fine, you caught onto my plan, but your birthday is important!" He exclaimed, but you shook your head ignoring him. "Please tell me, I won't spoil you..."

You looked at him in disbelief and he hung his head, "...a lot." You chuckled, patting his cheek.

"If you are so desperate to know then help me choose between these two, and then I'll tell you." You declared, holding up two dresses.

One was a sheer black one with flowers stitched onto them, it was practically yelling spring in his face. It seemed classy, and Jungkook would've liked it if it wasn't for the thin and see-through material which went up until the waistline. He couldn't let you leave the dorm looking like that, or else what would the guys at your school think.

The next dress was rather short and had small waves at the ends, after the waistline. It was a light pink color, and a bow was on the backside of it. He leaned closer to the second dress since, even though it was rather short, it was cute. The other one was cute as well, but he felt that you would look better in the second one. Even though you could look in anything, in his opinion.

"The second one." He said simply.

"Really?" You ask, and he immediately regretted his answer. He began stumbling over his words to try and redeem himself.

"I mean-they all, um look great on you. I just thoug-the second one suits you better, I think." He said stuttering over his words slightly. You laughed at his barely understandable sentence but nodded your head in understanding.

"I got it, Kookie. The second one it is," you held the dress up to your eyes, "it is pretty cute, even if it isn't my style."

He smiled happily, glad that you were happy with him and his decision.

"But!" You suddenly exclaimed whipping your head towards him with a pointed finger, "that doesn't mean we are done just yet!"

Jungkook laughed at your childish actions and looked as you thought of what was to come next.

"I got it! You choose an outfit for me and I choose one for you!" You exclaimed and Jungkook thought the idea was cute.

Jungkook was going to say what he thought about the idea, but you already pecked him on the cheek and rushed off to the men's section. He only sighed before spinning into the other direction to the woman's section.

He glanced around and noticing a lot of the items were bright and colorful, and just as he was about to choose a white and pink shirt he thought you would like he remembered how you said not a lot of these clothes were your style, including the soft pink dress from earlier.

"It must be black or dark since she doesn't like a lot of the bright ones..." Jungkook noted to himself and he saw the corner of the store have a darker selection.

Meanwhile, you were skimming through the clothing racks like a breeze. You knew what Jungkook's style mainly consisted of. His closet, which you have seen on several occasions when you spent the night in his dorm room, was filled with ripped jeans and mainly solid color (all of which were white with a splash of gray) and the occasional oversized hoodie.

You decided you would get your sweet boyfriend a darker look. You grabbed black ripped jeans, a gray oversized undershirt, and a black graphic tee. You finished it by grabbing a red and white flannel and you were practically gushing imagining your boyfriend wearing these fitting clothes.

"He will look so amazing!" You cheered feeling proud of yourself. You were ready to head to the dressing rooms, where you texted Jungkook you would be.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was pulling his hair out in distress. He had mass amounts of worry going through his brain. Would you hate this skirt? Is this shirt too loose? Are these even going to fit you? Would you hate the entire outfit and decide to end your relationship with him over his stupid mistakes? To him, your entire relationship was riding on the choices he made.

"Aish," he breathed in annoyance and one of the workers walked over to him.

"Sir, do you need help," she said softly, seeing his distressed look. He glanced at her and sighed once again, it was rather rude of him.

"No, I am fine, thanks." He said coldly, and the girl backed away slowly, wondering what the whole mood change was for.

Nowadays, females that approached Jungkook met a hard stone cold wall. He thought of no one's other emotions except for yours, and occasionally your close roommate and two friends. But that was it. Unfortunately, girls didn't get the note that he was already taken and decided to confess to him, sometimes even in front of you! He would roll his eyes and scoff at their confessions but tried his best to hold back at scolding them whenever you were there. You had gotten into the long discussion with him about the way he treated the girls in the school, but frankly, he could care less.

Why would he have to be nice to people that were completely irrelevant to him?

He sighed and finally accepted the clothing he chose and wished it would suit you fine. He checked his messages and saw you had been waiting for him for a few minutes and that you were by the dressing rooms already.

He rushed over to the dressing rooms and he saw you there, standing with a few pieces of clothes in your hands.

"About time," you teased, pecking his cheek as he blushed lightly, "let's go, oppa. I wanna see what you picked out."

"Don't expect much, babe." He said, shyly handing over your clothes. You chuckled and handed him his own clothes.

"Oh don't worry Oppa~. Whatever you pick for me I will love." You assured and you stepped away from your boyfriend to go to your own fitting room. Jungkook didn't hesitate to follow you, taking the room right next to yours.

He chuckled lightly at the clothes you chose for him, they were very dark and he was kind of into it. It was different from his usual style and he liked that you chose something to mix it up for him.

You looked at the outfit in your own fitting room and you couldn't help but blush. You weren't sure what Jungkook was thinking choosing out your outfit, but you absolutely loved it, but it was just so...sexy? The skirt was tight against your hips and the shirt he chose was a tight crop top with long sleeves that also hugged your arms. He even chose mesh stockings for you and that even made it more attractive and slick.

You stepped out of the dressing room and trying to cover your legs from the stray eyes that were also in the dressing room. You were surprised you finished before him since his pieces were easier to put together than yours, but you didn't mind waiting for him since you knew he would look absolutely amazing when he walked out.

Jungkook tried his best to fix his clothes the best he could to make himself look better for you. His appearance itself was already perfect, but he wanted to make sure that he looked better than ever for you, and only you.

He finally decided that he was presentable and stepped out of his room. And when he did, he couldn't hold back a gasp. There you were, standing against the wall with your arms hanging by your side patiently waiting for him. The outfit looked even better on you than he could ever imagine.

You were absolutely to die for, and you agreed when you saw Jungkook walk out of his fitting room.

"Baby girl," Jungkook breathed out, and you walked over to him. He felt a sudden wave of dominance and possesiveness wash over him. The root of it all was because of the stares you were getting from the other men in the room.

Immediately, you were pushed against the wall, his lips latched onto your own. His leg pushed itself in between yours and you moaned at his defined thigh muscles pressed against the inside of your thighs.

"Hey! Could you please not make out in here? At least do it in a fitting room." Jungkook ignored the employee's warning and trailed down to your neck. He placed open mouth kisses against your neck, making you whimper quietly.

"Jungkook..." He nipped at your neck making you yelp, but you placed your hands against his broad chest, "we have to stop or else they won't let us buy these clothes...and I'm sure you want to see me wearing this around you more often, right?" You whispered quietly and he reluctantly stopped. He pulled away from you and saw that he left soon to be blotches all over your neck, and he couldn't help but smirk in confidence.

"You're right about that baby girl, now take this off so I can buy it for you." He commanded and you didn't need to be told twice to step back into your fitting room, Jungkook following after you and his hands were on you once again.

They said in a fitting room at least, right?

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Jungkook and I walked out of the shop, you a blushing mess as Jungkook continued whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Those sweet nothings were a mix of sickly sweet compliments and teasing from what happened in the fitting room, mainly the latter.

"You really are loud aren't you baby girl," he said making you playfully shove him away. "I wonder what you really sound like though." The wink at the end of his teasing still wasn't much help to you. "Oh, wait nevermind I already know."

His comment didn't help the blush on your face as you try not to let your face become too similar to a ripe tomato. "Aish, Oppa stop teasing me like this, especially in public. That was so risky of you, too. We're lucky they even let us buy clothes from them."

Jungkook smirked and wrapped his arm around your waist. He didn't want to admit it, but he felt satisfied knowing that at least some people knew that you were his. After all, you weren't that quiet.

"You were the one that was loud," he shot back, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

"You were the one that practically fingered me through my underwear," you shot back and relished in the shy faced he was wearing, oh how the tables turned for once. "Why did I even tell you my birthday after that stunt you pulled?"

Jungkook chuckled and was going to bring up food for you two to eat, but was interrupted when a man called out to you.

"Hey! Y/n!!"

Your head whipped backward, and you saw a person running towards you. You didn't have time to process it before they crashed into you, breaking Jungkook's iron grip off of your waist. He growled at the newcomer who was hogging you in an embrace and stepped forward to break the person off out of your hold.

It was Taehyung and he was suffocating you in a hug. Jungkook rolled his eyes and tried not to throw his hands onto Taehyung to get him off of you.

"Taehyung-ie!" You yelped out and hugged him yourself, making Jungkook tilt his head, pushing his tongue against the sighed of his cheek in annoyance(YALL KNOW WTF IM TALKING ABOUT)

Why were displaying affection to him in public instead of him, your boyfriend?

"Y/n, I haven't seen you in forever," Taehyung whined, still keeping a hold on your arm which Jungkook so badly wanted to take in his own grasp.

"I'm missed you too Taehyung." You said softly, but you caught notice of your boyfriend's flared nose and clenched jaw. You knew he was mad and he could blow up at Taehyung anytime, so you slyly moved your arm from Taehyung's to Jungkook's.

That was when Taehyung greeted the man next to you.

"Oh! Jungkook, how have you been?" Taehyung casually said and Jungkook wanted to punch the smirk off of your close friend's face. He still hasn't gotten over the closeness you two shared, and you were still believing that Jungkook could accept the fact you did have friends.

"Fine." Was all Jungkook said as he tugged on your pinky finger, trying to tell you he wanted to leave. You did get the message but chose to ignore and instead engaged in a conversation with Taehyung, which made Jungkook even more frustrated.

"Baby girl, there's a bubble tea place somewhere here, wanna get some?" Jungkook offered by whispering into your ear, giving you an indecipherable look but you brushed it off.

"Great idea babe, Taehyung join us." It wasn't a question and more of a demand and the both of you didn't notice how progressively angry your boyfriend was getting.

Jungkook was boiling over while he watched you chat and chat with Taehyung.

"Hey, baby girl," He grunted taking your hand in his across the table making sure Taehyung saw. Once your head turned to him with a smile present on his face, he gritted his teeth. He should be the only one making you smile and laugh like that.

"Yes?"

Before you could stop him, Jungkook pushed his seat back and enveloped you in a kiss. His arms were wrapped around your waist, making your back arch. By reflex you kissed him back just as feverishly, your eyes shut closed.

Jungkook, however, kept his eyes open to stare down Taehyung. The two maintained eye contact and Taehyung couldn't keep the shiver running down his spine hidden. His eyes were angry and Taehyung could tell by the look he was getting that if he didn't leave it would only lead to trouble. So as quietly as possible, Taehyung left the scene, not looking back.

Jungkook smirked in victory, still, keeping his tight hold on you. His plan on getting your attention worked and now he didn't have to worry about anything.

"Ah, Jungkook." You moaned, finally peaking your eyes open. It suddenly dawned on you that you were still in public, not behind closed doors or even in a fitting room.

"Ah! Jungkook!" Your words were rephrased with a much different tone, as you pushed him back into his seat where he breathed heavily. "Why are you like this today? Is there something wrong?"

Slowly, he nodded and inched closer to you.

"People are staring at what's fucking mine," he whispered harshly, biting on your outer ear, "and I think daddy needs to teach his baby girl who she fucking belongs to."

Needless to say, you spent a long night at Jungkook's where he kept to his word and made you a moaning mess underneath him. The whole time he was thinking of how beautiful you were writhing underneath him. Which is why he had to preserve your beauty.

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You woke up completely naked in Jungkook's bed, legs sore as Jungkook's hand lazily ran up and down the curve of your back.

"Hey baby," he started kissing the space in between your neck and shoulders, "are you feeling okay? I was rougher last night, sorry,"

You blushed at his kindness and just hugged him, massaging his back with your hand and staying silent through your grin.

"Y/n, I want you to know something," He said breaking the comfortable silence between you two. You nodded against his chest, listening to his heartbeat and awaiting his seemingly serious words.

"I want you to rely on me, on everything. No matter what I'll be by your side and I'll always be there, for you and only you. I love you so much and I can't let you stray too far from me because I think I might go crazy. That's why I act the way I do, the way I treated you last night was because of how much I loved you." He said slowly making sure you heard everything he said and every breath he let out, and he wished you knew that every breath he took was for you.

"I can't bear being away from you for too long because I get worried. Did you eat? Did you get enough sleep? Are you okay? I worry about you so much and I hope you understand that it's from my love for you."

You didn't realize, but Jungkook's words really hit home for you. Tears cascaded down your cheeks as he wiped them away, some of his own dripping onto the sheets of his mattress. You both were emotional disasters, that bit was sure.

"Oh, I love you so much too. Jungkook, I really do." Was all you could say, littering his torso with light and sweet kisses.

"As long as you keep telling me that, nothing can stop me from coming back to you."

Jungkook kept his grip on you strong and of his hands continued to stroke your hair.

This was his idea of perfection, you and him. Together forever.

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Hi hi! I just read an answer of yours where you said you have a theory about Sansa being an empath. I'd love to know more about it but couldn't find anything here. Did you write something about that? If so, could you please send me a link for it?? Bye, and thank you so much, I love your blog! :)

Anon asks: What’s this theory about Sansa being an empath? I never heard about it before.

First, thank you @twiseei for those kind words! :)

Ok, the Sansa as an empath theory. I’ve written about it before, but not actually here on Tumblr that I can recall. It’s not a popular idea, by any means, but there are others I’ve discussed this theory with in the past.

First, Sansa as an empath is something I use as way to engage with the text. It’s not a theory that I would argue strongly for or tag as meta because it’s closer to crack. I believe the fandom term is tin foil, yeah? So, I listed it specifically as my theory because of it. It’s one of those things that makes the books more enjoyable for me. Honestly, I rate this as more believable than Howland Reed is the High Septon but really far down the list when compared to something else, like Aegon is a Blackfyre.

The idea of Sansa as an empath first came to me sometime after aFfC was published, don’t remember exactly when. It was the result of exploring magic as part of Sansa’s story line. Specifically, the idea that Lady is still a presence for Sansa even though the wolf physically died in the first book.

Jon says this in the very first chapter:

Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord.“

Then we get this is in Eddard IV (bold emphasis mine):

Bran’s wolf had saved the boy’s life, he thought dully. What was it that Jon had said when they found the pups in the snow? Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord. And he had killed Sansa’s, and for what? Was it guilt he was feeling? Or fear? If the gods had sent these wolves, what folly had he done?

If the wolves were sent by the gods and the Starklings were meant to have them, then it is possible that Lady’s death alone is not enough to sever the link between Sansa and her wolf? If the link is still there, then that leads to wondering how this link is shown.

Now, we see Sansa’s siblings all have wolf dreams throughout the story, even if they don’t realize that’s what they are. It would make sense that Sansa does not because of Lady’s death. But, there are two incidents that always made me wonder:

Tyrion dressed himself in darkness, listening to his wife’s soft breathing from the bed they shared. She dreams, he thought, when Sansa murmured something softly—a name, perhaps, though it was too faint to say—and turned onto her side.

-Tyrion VII, SoS

We don’t know if it is a name or who’s name it could be at that point. But, it’s possible we are told later:

That night Sansa scarcely slept at all, but tossed and turned just as she had aboard the Merling King. She dreamt of Joffrey dying, but as he clawed at his throat and the blood ran down across his fingers she saw with horror that it was her brother Robb. And she dreamed of her wedding night too, of Tyrion’s eyes devouring her as she undressed. Only then he was bigger than Tyrion had any right to be, and when he climbed into the bed his face was scarred only on one side. "I’ll have a song from you,” he rasped, and Sansa woke and found the old blind dog beside her once again. “I wish that you were Lady,” she said.

-Sansa VI, SoS (bold emphasis mine)

She has a restless night, full of dreams and many names appear in that description. Yet, upon waking, it is Lady’s name Sansa refers too. This led to the idea that Sansa may not have wolf dreams in the same way as her siblings, but she still has dreams.

So, if Lady is still with Sansa, how would it be displayed? After all, she’s not up north with Jon and Bran, surrounded by the old gods. She’s not with Arya at magic assassin school. Sansa is in KL and the Vale, interacting with Cersei, LF, Joffrey, and other real winners. Her story features politics, diplomacy, and court intrigue. Her mantra is “courtesy is a lady’s armor.” Superficially, it appears magic plays no role in her story at all. Yet, the old gods sent her a wolf and Lady is still with Sansa, at least in her dreams. There is some magic, even if it isn’t to the same degree as the other Starks.

If magic, and a connection to Lady, is part of Sansa’s story, I wondered what it would look like. Her courtesy, and how to wield it, is a skill that grows in the story. We first see her wielding it in GoT when she meets both Renly and Barristan. Later, it comes out in a more polished manner in her Winds gift chapter. Sansa puts a lot of effort in thinking on what to say, how to present herself, what to wear, and so on. She studies people and tries to determine their thoughts and motivations.

Despite this, there are times when it appears almost instinctual for her. There are other exmples, but I’ll limit this to only a few. First, there is this interaction with Tyrion:

“I would sooner return to my own bed.” A lie came to her suddenly, but it seemed so right that she blurted it out at once. “This tower was where my father’s men were slain. Their ghosts would give me terrible dreams, and I would see their blood wherever I looked."Tyrion Lannister studied her face. "I am no stranger to nightmares, Sansa.

-Sansa III, aCoK

Her motivations have nothing to do with nightmares, but a desire to continue seeing Dontos. The lie came to her suddenly and she blurted it out. It’s different than the lie we see earlier in the book, when she struggles to save Dontos. It comes easier to her and it turns out to be the perfect thing for her to say. Tyrion believes her. Later in the same book, she sings to the Hound:

Her throat was dry and tight with fear, and every song she had ever known had fled from her mind. Please don’t kill me, she wanted to scream, please don’t. She could feel him twisting the point, pushing it into her throat, and she almost closed her eyes again, but then she remembered. It was not the song of Florian and Jonquil, but it was a song. Her voice sounded small and thin and tremulous in her ears.

- Sansa VII, aCoK

It’s very similar to her earlier interaction with Tyrion. She remembered, it came to her, she says it because it feels right. As it turns out, the Mother’s Hymn was exactly the song to give, the influence on the Hound is still being felt when we later meet him as the gravedigger.

Finally, we have this observation by Tyrion:

Without his father beside him holding him up, he would surely have collapsed. Yet when Sansa praised his valor and said how good it was to see him getting strong again, both Lancel and Ser Kevan beamed.

- Tyrion VIII, SoS

That passage takes place during the PW when Tyrion and Sansa are in the yard. Here, Tyrion explicitly describes them performing the necessary courtesies which Sansa does with Ser Gyles and a few others. However, her compliment leaves Lancel and Ser Kevan beaming. Not pleased or thankful, but beaming. If we take into account what happens to the two of them further in the story, Sansa’s compliment is an incredibly powerful thing. Kevan is broken up over what happened to his son, to a degree that Sansa would have no way of knowing about. Somehow, she stumbled upon the perfect thing to say. And she did it effortlessly.

Now, Sansa lies a lot. Like a lot. She lies about her love of Joffrey and loyalty to the IT, which no one believes. She lies about going to the godswood. She lies to SR because some lies are kindly meant. She lies to LF because she knows what he wants to hear, lies and Arbor gold. She lies to the Lords Declarant., thinking how her tears would help. She plans what to say and how to behave all through the books.

Yet, every once in a while, something will spill from her lips, without thought or plans, and each time, they turn out to be the exact perfect thing to say. In the first example, she did it to make sure her escape plans continue. In the second, she did it with a knife to her throat while the Hound is suffering a very obvious break.

Sansa, as a character, is strongly associated with empathy, probably more than any other in the books. She helps Lancel, tries to comfort Lollys when crossing the drawbridge, talks to the women during the Blackwater, understands the Hounds’s fear of fire, and so many other examples I could go on for hours.

But, she doesn’t have a wolf to ride with into battle or protect from an assassin. She doesn’t have a wolf to tell her of the free folk close by. But, that doesn’t mean Lady isn’t still protecting her in some way, even if she is physically gone.

So, what if Lady is that instinctual part of Sansa, the unexplained? If Sansa was meant to have her, maybe she still does in some way.

Also, other traits of an empath that Sansa displays: knowing things without explanation, feeling the emotions of others, knowing when someone is lying (she’s getting much better at this), looking out for the helpless (Dontos and Lollys), creativity (singing and dancing, needlework), daydreaming (think of her love of songs and stories).

Basically, this theory is taking certain traits of Sansa, specifically her natural empathy, which is only growing stronger, and trying to connect it to Lady.

Like I said, this is something I consider closer to crack, the textual evidence is weak. It is not something I would present as an argument when discussing Sansa’s character. However, I do believe there is something to the idea of Lady still being with Sansa, even if we don’t (and never will) understand what that something is. After all, the gods sent her the wolf, Sansa was meant to have her. If Lady is a part of Sansa, then that part is already in Winterfell, waiting for her to return home. And I am absolutely convinced, that connection, whatever it is, is not so easily broken.

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birth chart reading for @likeaforgottenmemory

🦋 chart shape, dominants

your chart is a bucket shape, with jupiter as the handle of the bucket. your jupiter is in the 7th house, hence matters regarding relationships and love will be your priorities in this lifetime. you also have clear ideas about your future and who you want to be. even though you may have different passions and talents you’re capable of only sticking to one and mastering it, giving your all.

your dominant planets are venus, the moon and neptune. you're a very romantic person who strives for peace and balance, you like equality and you hate injustices and conflicts. you're also very creative and you have artistic interests, you have a strong imagination and you may often get lost in your own thoughts. yet, you could be a bit too emotional or moody.

🌎 ascendant in libra, 18° / 2nd decan ruled by venus and uranus

you're naturally likeable, you have a particular charm to you that makes everyone drool over you. you're very nice and outgoing, you always try to make others feel at ease. you're very considerate of others' feelings. you strive for fairness and justice, it's the way you approach others and the world. basically, you treat others like they treat you: if they're kind with you, you'll be very sweet. otherwise, you'll turn very sarcastic and harsh, almost cold at a certain point. this can make you seem quite aggressive, especially with your impulsive sagittarius moon. you're very opinionated, you always feel the need to express your thoughts as you're very proud of them. in addition, since you always decide whether something is right or not, you may come off as a know-it-all. on the other hand, you're very sociable and you enjoy being in company, doesn't matter whether you're with your family, friends, lover etc. you may get to know many people throughout your life, but your friendships may not be much stable. you are surrounded by people, but you could feel lonely particularly often. I also need to point out that libra is ruled by venus, the planet of beauty. you're most likely very attractive and magnetic. even if not necessarily conventionally, people find themselves attracted to you. you may have sparkling doe eyes, with also full lips and a defined cupid's bow. your face is more on the longer side, perhaps you have an heart-shaped face, with high cheekbones and a pointy chin. you may also have naturally amazing, fluffy and flowing hair. your body is also very feminine, with a lot of curves and softness to it. it's very romantic, to sum up. also, your hair is probably naturally beautiful; it could be curly, or at least it's very thick and healthy-looking, even if you don't take much care of it.

libra ascendant opposite aries jupiter: you probably learn a lot from people around you. you're most likely surrounded by wise, spiritual and possibly foreign individuals in your life. they help you to grow up, both spiritually and mentally. this placement also enhances your libra-sagittarius energy, making you look even more outgoing and approachable. you're also very open-minded, and you rarely have prejudices. the downside to this placement is that you may depend too much from your friends or lovers, especially when it comes to your beliefs. you're easy to influence, and you may change your mind often if others disagree with you. you could possibly have high expectations from others, creating a false idea of those who surround you. at least, you're aware of your abilities and you have the potential to make the most out of them, but you're modest about it. you don't come off as bossy, as other jupiter - asc aspects would.

🌞 sun in libra, 4° / 1st decan ruled by venus

this is the most romantic and kind-hearted libra decan. you are very intuitive, you understand others’ real feelings very easily. you’re very polite and mannered, you have this innate elegance about you that could make people jealous. you may even come off as snob. even though you may look flaky at first, once people get to know you you’re actually very reliable and trust-worthy, as you are a person of strong morals. you may unconsciously manipulate people, but you don’t do it with malice. in fact, you’re probably not even aware of it most of the times. you’re reserved, and you don’t like being the centre of attention, despite craving compliments. nonetheless, you still like getting to know new people; you’re the type to know everyone, but you may struggle to find actual best friends, as your bonds with people are quite undeveloped and superficial. you have a nice sense of humor, and you may rely on sarcasm a lot. you’re also the type that doesn’t like to accept her mistakes. probably, when you were a child you used to scream 'it’s not my fault!’ in every occasion. in life, you strive for equality and fairness. for example, you don’t want to give less than someone else, you would feel guilty about it. at the same time, you don’t want to be the one that gives more either; you’re afraid that people could take advantage of you. therefore, balance is what you find the most pleasant.

🌙 moon in sagittarius, 9° / 1st decan ruled bt jupiter

you're an outgoing and warm person, who always tries to make others feel at ease. I assume you try to be nice to everyone, but you can't help but be a little awkward around people you don't know. with your sagittarius moon, you go with the flow and don't shy away from challenges. they're moments to prove your potential and abilities. you are an extremely open-minded person, you rarely judge a book by its cover. you probably despise racism, homophobia, misogyny etc. with a passion (as you should tbh). you may also be into poetry, philosophy, and just anything that can stimulate both your mind and feelings. in fact, your mind is constantly wandering somewhere else, allowing you to travel with your fantasy. you're also probably attracted to foreign things, like people, music, fashion, languages, movies etc. you love learning about anything, and you may also have a good memory. in fact, it’s common for you to be the one who explains things and possibly even leads a group, and this could unluckily make you seem as a know-it-all. you do take pride in your wisdom, indeed. your deep way of thinking is also where your desire for freedom comes from, as you wish to be able to expand yourself through travelling and new experiences. when you get angry, you can actually get quite rude and offensive, even towards authorities. you’re short-tempered, and you despise being told what to do. you’re also a good, loyal friend, and you’re the type to stand up for them and defend them during a fight. you’re friendly, especially with people you feel comfortable with, and you probably love talking. you’re able to put a smile on others’ face just by telling your stories, even though you never truly go in-depth. you're quite optimistic, as you see good in everyone. yet, while this is a good trait that allows you to be more at ease in relationships, you may also be fooled easily due to your blind optimism.

sagittarius moon conjunct sagittarius saturn: you most probably felt misunderstood during your childhood, as if everyone were cold with you. maybe your mother (or anyone in your family/childhood) was emotionally absent or even aggressive, hence you didn't grow up in a completely healthy environment. this issue causes you to question your worth; you may have low self-esteem, especially during your early years. your family may have big expectations of you, and hence you feel the need to meet them, making you even more pressured to be perfect. overall, your personality may resemble that of your parents a lot, even though it may feel challenging for you. you're constantly strict with yourself, challenging yourself to improve. especially with your libra dominance, you always want to be at your best state, physically but also emotionally. you just want to radiate good vibes, even though you may feel limitated to share all of your true self due the moon making this harsh aspect to saturn.

🗣 mercury in libra, 29° / 3rd decan ruled by venus and mercury

you're very diplomatic! you always try to be nice and gentle with your words, you don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. your tone of voice is extremely soft, sometimes it could even be hard to understand what you say, as you could naturally have a high voice. you're extremely balanced, you have amazing problem-solving skills as you're able to see both side of an argument. it's natural for you to understand what's right and what isn't, and most of the times you're actually right. when you're with someone you're not really close to, you could even be the accommodating type who allows others to speak over your voice, or maybe you let others speak first as a gesture of kindness. I feel like with your sagittarius moon you have very strong opinions, and you're actually particularly proud of them. luckily, this placement makes you able to communicate them with diplomacy. you could often get angry if someone tries to prove you wrong, but aside from that, you try to be very elegant and formal when you speak. you're probably not fond of cursing, or at least you try to appear as mannered as possible with people you're not comfortable around. last but not least, you're such a charismatic, smooth talker that you result very persuasive. you're able to trick people with your words, which appear very diplomatic and calm.

libra mercury opposite aries jupiter: this placement emphasizes your intellect. your mind is so broad that you can come up with different theories and philosphies, making you a sort of genius. you're probably good at memorizing things, and you could even have a photographic memory. yet, with this aspect, you may have troubles being consistent with your ideas. you may overestimate your needs and thoughts; for example, you may promise yourself to get all As in maths, then you get tired and bored and you end up getting Cs. same goes for your handwriting, for example: you may start writing in the best way possible, then you get lazy and end up writing in a sloppy way just to take notes. you also overthink a lot, and that causes you self-esteem issues. on the other hand, you're very open-minded and objective, as you look at the big picture. you'd do very well as a journalist, for example, or perhaps also as a judge of any kind. you may also be naturally skilled at foreign languages, you can mimic accents pretty well. you're probably also very poetic and / or wise, you're like a teacher for your friends.

❤️ venus in libra, 14° / 2nd decan ruled by venus and uranus

you're very romantic, and this placement helps your sagittarius moon being less flaky. you're not looking for a partner, you're looking for a whole disney prince. you do care about looks when choosing a lover, but not necessarily a conventionally beautiful person. they have to appear perfect at your eyes, and this usually depends on the way they treat you. in fact, you despise vulgar, rude people. people that act like that immediately become unattractive to you. you're also very picky, exactly because you're looking for the perfect lover. you're probably the type to cry at movies. you're also quite of a cliche; you're into roses, romantic dinners, sunsets... anything romantic that you hear about in fairytales. the problem with this placement is that you may overestimate the people you frequent, ending up having different expectations from reality. probably, you may idealize people too much; that is, you may create a version of others that only exists in your head. hence, once you get to know someone better, they turn out to be the exact opposite of what you thought. this causes you to be sort of naive when it comes to relationships, so pay extra attention to this problem now that you're aware of it.

☄️ mars in virgo, 23° / 3rd decan ruled by mercury and venus

your life revolves around being productive. you don't like to waste your time, you always try to learn and gain something useful from everything you do. that's caused by the fact that you're motivated to be perfect in what you like; this, combined with your competitive nature, may often cause you to burn out. in fact, the downside to this placement is that you may overwork yourself too much. this is bad, especially considering your heavy libra dominance: pisces is all about imagination, creativity, beauty, romance... if you work too much, you don't have time to travel with your mind, and that's a serious issue for a libra. in fact, it may be hard for you to endure too much hard work. you're capable of achieving your goals, but in order to do that you also need a break from time to time.

virgo mars square sagittarius saturn: this is another placement that indicates that something or someone is trying to restrict you, they're trying to prevent you from following your dreams and taking your own choices for your life. that someone is most likely an individual that has a lot on impact on you, it's someone very authoritative. or perhaps, it may even be a bully or abuser of any sort. as a result, you either rebel and get extremely angry, or you hide all of your disappointment inside of you. but soon or after, all of your intense feelings are going to eat you alive if you keep going like this, it's a very unhealthy behaviour. you could find it extra hard to achieve your goals, as when you try you always come across some hardships. what matters the most, is that you try to be more positive, you could even try manifesting more patience or serenity. you can't hold onto anger so much, or it will just fill you with negativity that could damage you. let it all go, focus on your goals and try to understand how to be more patient. in fact, you may often feel like you need to do everything as soon as possible, when it's not like that. you can allow yourself to be more calm and live life as it comes, it will make you feel much better with yourself and you'll also get more mature, which is crucial to learn your saturnian lessons and increase your self-confidence.

🏡 houses

your 1st house is in libra. you always try to be kind and friendly with people you don't know; you most likely don’t like conflicts, you prefer avoiding them, even though you may have some troubles with that due to your impulsive and fiery sagittarius moon. you probably care a lot about your appearance, and because of that you could get insecure from time to time. usually, people with libra in their 1st house look for themselves in others, as their chart is basically upside down. you also have your libra mercury in this house; you enjoy communicating and intellectualism. you’re very curious about everything that surrounds you. you love expanding your knowledge, ideas and mind in general through communication, interactions and media. you have the ability to adapt quickly to new situations; your mind is fast, usually impulsive, and you are able to come up with new ideas and solutions quickly. since you’re constantly mentally active, physically you may also tend to play with your fingers or hair, or maybe you tend to gesticulate while you speak. your scorpio pluto is also in the 1st house: you see the world as a place full of dangers and malice, hence it’s hard for you to trust people. this awareness of the world makes you look mysterious and secretive, as if you always know something more than others (and you probably do). pluto is also the planet of transformation, and you might experience a lot of rebirths throughout your life, both physically and emotionally. you might lose/have lost a big amount of weight, for example, which makes you look like a different person. or maybe, you like dying your hair of a different colour, giving you a different vibe.

your 2nd house is in scorpio, with also your moon and saturn placed there. this placement can make you seem a bit selfish. in fact, you’re extremely possessive of your possessions, you don’t want to share them with others. there’s a lot of karma around your finances. in fact, if you’re too stingy, it may bite your butt. you need to give in order to receive, so I’d suggest you to share your things more with others. you could share a meal with a friend, for example. you’ll surely get something positive back from it. your finances may not be stable either; they are in constant change, and while this placement can make you earn quite a great amount of money, it can also make you lose everything you have. no inbetweens. the 2nd house is also about self-esteem, your relationship with your appearance. you have contrasting feelings about it; some days, you’re very confident. other days, you hate yourself. you may find flaws in every single picture you take or every pants you try on. it’s a very intense placement, as you may often feel as if you need to change your appearance in order to love yourself. based on other placements in your chart, it could manifest in spending money in a new wardrobe for example, as you feel like changing your style would help you boost your self-confidence. the moon here also gives you materialistic tendencies; you may struggle to show your feelings with words, you tend to show your feelings through material things such as gifts. you're probably the type to say I love you through gestures instead of words, even though your libra dominance just makes you very affectionate in general. saturn here could have given you some troubles with your finances in your early years; perhaps your family used to struggle with money, and as a result you can get quite anxious when spending money, you hate waste. this could also manifest in your sense of self-worth; you could have been quite insecure, especially before your 30s. you may have to work extra hard to achieve wealth and / or self-esteem, but at least you're going to be quite successful and confident.

your 3rd house is in sagittarius, with also your uranus and neptune placed there. this is an amazing placement for a writer! you’re extremely open-minded and philosophical. you’d probably do great at poetry or just literature in general. you’re thirsty for knowledge, you aspire to learn everything you can, you enjoy being smart and educated. you most likely love comedy, and you have an amazing sense of humor yourself, you’re able to light up the room and make everyone burst into laughter even if you don’t mean to. you’re also very intelligent, you’re able to memorize things fast and you’re also a fast-learner. you may be less into gossips than other libras, as you’re very benevolent and considerate of others’ feelings. in addition, you’re able to see the good in everyone, there’s no reason for you to talk behind someone’s back. actually, it’s the opposite. you’re quite impulsive, you say things as they are. uranus and neptune are also sitting in this house: you are extremely creative, you are able to come up with very innovative ideas easily. the downside is that you may sometimes end up sounding a bit like a know-it-all when stating your opinions, as you're very passionate about them.

your 4th house is in capricorn. I can tell that your childhood was quite complex. not necessarily bad, I don't see any kind of trauma, but you probably had to grow up way sooner than other kids. your parents could have been very hard-working and focused on their jobs, possibly wealthy too. they were very responsible and cared a lot about you, they always made sure you had everything you needed, even though they could have been slightly absent from time to time due to their jobs. people with a capricorn ic usually find something missing in their childhood, they had to deal with responsibilities from a young age. it could even be that you started working when you were still a teen, or maybe you had to take care of the house or of your siblings for them. you weren’t much extroverted, you preferred staying in, drawing, playing games etc. it could also be that one of your parents may be absent; they could be divorced, or in the worst case they might have died when you were pretty young.

your 5th house is in aquarius. you’re extremely creative, your ideas are very innovative, and you may have particular hobbies, interests or taste than others. when you’re able to fully express yourself, you gain full security and you start experimenting and inventing new things. you could be the type to start new fashion trends, music styles, art styles… basically, you’re a creative genius. your hobbies may also involve astrology, as well as human studies like psychology, or also anything that has to do with technology. you may be into videogames for example, tv series, social media… they’re your way to spend your free-time and relax. your relationships may also be very unconventional; you could usually date people online, or perhaps you may have the potential to meet someone through dating apps. they’re quite unstable, they may end out of the blue for example. yet, the part of fortune here makes it better; in fact, you’ll be able to achieve the best of your luck through creative outlets. again, if I were in you I’d definitely try writing something! you may also dedicate yourself to fashion, art, music, etc., anything that stimulates your creativity.

your 7th house is in aries, with also your jupiter sitting in this house. love is most likely not your priority in life, even though you're very romantic. you need independence, and you’re able to stand up for yourself on your own. you don’t need someone else to help you. for you, love is a want, not a need. you tend to attract partners in your life that are hot-headed, stubborn, assertive and goal-oriented. they strive to be the best at everything they do, they’re extremely competitive and willing to do anything to achieve their goals. basically, you attract very dominant partners, but you don’t want to be dominated or controlled. you may often experience power struggles between you and your partner, which cause you issues in every relationship you get in. at the same time, you wouldn’t stand someone too submissive either, as you still need someone that would mentally stimulate you. they may actually be quite selfish and self-centered, they’ll care more about their own development rather than that of you two as a couple. an aries 7th house indicates that while you’ll have a very active, passionate spouse, you may also experience lots of arguments and discussions in your marriage life, perhaps even physical violence in the worst case. your jupiter here luckily makes things better; while you may often experience power-struggles with your partners, you most likely attract very outgoing and altruistic people as well that could help you feel loved. you may also have tons of people crushing on you, you could have lots of luck with love and even with friendships.

your 10th house is in cancer. your career needs to be private. that doesn’t mean that you can’t become famous of course, but you prefer being more hidden at job, you may even work from home or from a young age. many celebrities with this placement, in fact, started working when they were still young. also, cancer indicates that your future job will give you the opportunity to express and / or deal with your / others’ feelings and emotions, and considering that the ruler of this house, the moon, is in the 2nd house, I can see you making loads of money thanks to your job. you could become a writer, a singer, an actress, as well as a nurse, a therapist… anything that allows you to express your emotions while also communicating something is suitable for you. you could possibly also choose the same career as your parents, or you may handle the family’s business for example. you could also end up doing the job of your childhood dreams. you feel the need to pursue a meaningful career in your life, you want to feel emotionally connected to it. you don’t only want something that allows you to earn money, you also want to gain wisdom and maturity from a job, and hence you could even be a bit picky in choosing your future career.

your 11th house is in leo, with also your mars placed there. with this placement, you’re probably very popular among your friends, you’re most likely the most talkative or funniest member of your group. you may also attract very popular people yourself in your friendships, perhaps even celebrities. possibly, you could even make friends that allow you to gain recognition and / or popularity, doesn’t matter whether it’s in school, job, etc. you could also have very big dreams for your future, probably regarding your career and finances. you most likely aspire to be wealthy and financially independent, you are very hard-working and possibly even a bit materialistic. mars here makes you attract a lot of people in your life. whether you’re an introvert or an extrovert, you’ll always be able to have someone by your side, even though you may struggle to create stable bonds. friends come and go, basically. you may attract very fierce, almost violent friends. they’re very energetic, and probably extroverted people who like socializing and enjoying life to the fullest. you're also very hard-working, and you aspire to achieve all of your dreams.

your 12th house is in virgo. this is another placement that indicates that you are an amazing writer! in fact, the 12th house is about secret skills too, and virgo is ruled by mercury, the planet of communication. you do the math. with this placement, though, I feel like you may feel restricted from pursuing your goals, or even a career in the public eye, as you’re quite sensitive to others’ criticism about you. you strive to be perfect all the time, and your libra rising wants to constantly have a nice reputation. a scandal, or even simple haters, would probably be the end of you. you also have venus placed here, meaning that deep down, you actually crave affection from someone else. yet, you may be afraid, or perhaps too shy to approach a possible partner. but remember, the 12th house is also the house of secret talents! in fact, especially with your libra rising, you’re extremely likeable. you shouldn’t be afraid of not being liked back, for example. remember that your love life will get better with time, as you become more mature in that field. the sun is also placed in this house; with this placement, I assume that you may struggle to take action. you may try to avoid conflicts at all costs, to the point that you could actually start victimizing yourself. you could struggle to accomplish your goals, you try to be productive but you may be too shy to be in the spotlight once you achieve your goals.

❤️ love life, soulmates

in love you attract aries, aquarius, sagittarius and libra placements. your future spouse will most likely have aquarius and libra traits placements; they’ll be very smart, creative, bold and confident, but also with a warm heart and a hidden insecurity to them. it could be love at first sight, and you may meet them through other people, maybe through your job or through your friends. your children will have strong aquarius, possibly capricorn placements. they’ll be very dreamy, they’ll have big goals for their life, and they’ll also be extremely intelligent and creative as well.

👶🏻 family life

your father is probably a very caring person that knows how to stand up for himself when he has to, but he may struggle to do that. he’s very smart, caring and empathetic, even though he may be a bit childish at times. he could have cancer placements in his chart, possibly scorpio too. your mother, on the other hand, is a bit more serious and focused on work, but she always made sure you always had what you needed. she was probably the strict parent in the family, but she still has some sweetness and nice humor to her. also, she may have capricorn, aquarius, sagittarius or cancer placements in her chart. if you have siblings, they most likely have sagittarius, aquarius, pisces and / or aries placements in their chart. they could be foreign or skilled at foreign languages, and you may feel very at ease with them. you have an amazing bond with them, you’re able to both relax and have fun together, even though you may discuss often. you could have been very jealous of each other when you were kids, maybe.

📊 career

as I've already mentioned above, you're going to pursue a career that will allow you to interact with others. you would probably do amazing at a job that requires you to help people, you could make a great nurse or psychologist for instance. you may also work as a teacher of any kind, not necessarily a professor or school teacher. you may also become a chief or a boss in your job, since the ruler of your midheaven (career), the moon, is in the sign of scorpio, and hence you will probably work alone, you won't have to depend on others. I definitely see you being successful in whatever you choose, you could become very independent and financially stable thanks to your job. possibly, you may also have a business with your future spouse. you could also work with children or for family, as a counselor for example. anything that allows you to interact with and help others would be great for you, as it would make you more empathetic and sensitive to the external world.

👚 fashion sense, style analysis

you’re very traditional about your clothes, maybe even basic. you’re the type to have lots of essential clothes in your wardrobe, e.g a white shirt, white t-shirt, jeans etc. you love wearing sophisticated, elegant fits. for example, you may be fond of wide leg jeans, or maybe flare trousers, boatneck sweaters, tiny jewellery… things like that, that are always a must have. you may fancy pastel colors, or even neutral shades like black, white, grey, beige etc. you’re also the type to follow fashion trends.

👁 past life, life purpose

in your past life, you were a very spiritual individual. you were close to your higher self, and you probably were able to talk to ghosts, you used to interpret your dreams and you most likely were also interested in astrology and other occult matters. in this lifetime, you need to put your spirituality aside for a while, and focus on finding out your identity here on the earth. you can still use spirituality to find out, but your priority is learning your karmic lessons regarding your self-esteem and work. you’ll finally be able to reach happiness and fulfill your soul when you start having an organized schedule, which allows you to balance both your hobbies and work.

🤔 major transits analysis / april 22

the sun is currently transiting in your aries 7th house, exactly conjunct your jupiter. you could be feeling very needy lately, but very optimistic as well. you want to be with people, maybe with your loved ones, you feel like you need a lot of care and attention and as a result you're literally craving human interactions. you may get angry or disappointed easily though, as you could be quite impulsive as well, so beware of that. jupiter, on the other hand, is in your 5th house; you may be lacking discipline in these days, perhaps you tend to procrastinate as you feel quite tired and you have to relax. of course it's ok to take some time for yourself, but remember to be responsible as well; hard work pays off.

🧿 manifest what you want, secret skills

the best way for you to manifest is idealizing and acting at the same time. you have both energies combined in your chart, which is great actually! I’d suggest you to first picture what you want in your life, and then do something concrete to manifest it. for example, let’s suppose you want this gucci bag; first, think about it deeply. then, you could try going into a gucci shop and just walk around, maybe even touch that bag. you’ll get results if you believe it! it’s also great to write and read/listen your own positive affirmations, such as 'I love my gucci bag’, 'the gucci bag my mom gave me is amazing’ and so on.

thank you again for booking a reading, hope it resonated with you! -libramc

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fredheads · 6 years

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meditations on fred andrews, radical softness, trauma victimhood, turning the other cheek, and old folk/country tunes

I’ve been frustrated for the last week with Fred’s devil-may-care attitude toward his situation, and I’ve definitely sensed we all are – WHY ARE YOU SO CHILL ABOUT BEING SHOT, FRED?? I saw a post recently questioning why Fred doesn’t have Archie’s storyline – paranoia, revenge, reconciliation of trauma - and I wholeheartedly agreed! But then this episode happened and - holy smokes, it’s all connecting. So here’s why Fred’s characterization has me absolutely GAGGED this episode, and where it might be headed.

I’m getting revved up because I think I have a guess (or maybe a hope!) at where we’re going with Fred this season. Buckle up.

Let’s start here: Fred is a study in radical softness and non-toxic masculinities, and I’ll fight to the death about it. @village-skeptic has pointed out that I work with this a lot in my fanfic, but my stuff is absolutely just springboarding off what we are canonically given in the show.

FRED IS SOFT: A THESIS. We’ve seen Fred cry multiple times by now. We’ve just seen him admit he’s afraid and talk openly to Archie about fear. Fred is allowed to interact with this emotionality that isn’t typical of his gender, and definitely isn’t typical of all the male characters on the show. Especially when we stand Fred up against other father figures: tough guy FP and his gang activities (fp cries a lot too but that’s another post), Cliff and his patriarchal maple syrup empire, Hal watching sports on TV during the abortion fight - the way Fred specifically is allowed to be soft is pretty glaring when we put him in a room alongside any of the other dads. (and yet he’s soft in conjunction with typical masculine signifiers, but I get into that later. Hal isn’t not soft just because he’s watching sports, it’s a lot of other stuff.)

I have a .mov file labelled freddale on my laptop that’s all of the fred scenes spliced together without any other noise, so trust me when I say I see it everywhere. Arguably our favourite Fred/parenting scene is him validating Archie’s need to cry after the Grundy confrontation. His bisexuality is still fandom conjecture but there’s unmistakeably at least a little bit of gender trouble here: Fred’s main qualities are without a doubt nurturing and paternal. In Mary’s absence we see him interact equally with maternity and maternal roles as he does with typically “masculine” signifiers: beer, construction, ect. (tangibly related: Hermione got the job at Andrews Construction because one of Fred’s guys was gone on paternity leave. He’s at the very least a guy who gives his crew paternity leave.)

We know Riverdale is at least willing to spend some time meditating on different conceptions of masculinity because FP tells us Jughead isn’t interested in sports, he takes after his mom, and FP means that as a compliment. I think the fact that the overwhelming fandom perception of Fred has included the word soft speaks volumes. I’ll bend to the knowledge of someone more versed in astrology than I, but Fred the way I conceptualize him is definitely a cancer: sensitive, sentimental, emotional, family-oriented. (again, moon signs & the moon itself are associated with femininity, motherhood, etc but this is more conjecture so I won’t get too into it. But when we find out fred was born july 10th you heard it here first.)

Fred is a lover, not a fighter. You cannot argue with me that this is untrue. You cannot. Fred is a lover before a fighter, always. We rarely see him get aggressive (and even when we do it’s not that aggressive), never see him get violent. All his plots, (minus uhh whatever’s going on with that construction site thing) are about his feelings (his crush on Hermione, his divorce, his fear for Archie ect). That revenge hasn’t even occurred to him after the shooting is surprising to us, but pretty characteristic if we’re charting his behaviour throughout the series. His #1 most important thing is family. “THAT’S WHY I CAME BACK.” He came back from the other side for Archie. We absolutely feel frustrated at Fred’s inactivity at times, but what he’s doing even when he’s inactive in other ways (LITERALLY, when he’s in a coma, but throughout the whole events of the series as well) is always holding Archie close to his chest and silently, constantly, eternally looking out for him, warning him, helping him. He sometimes makes decisions (like letting Grundy go) that will spare Archie’s feelings in the moment without any foresight as to future repercussions. It’s all about protecting Archie’s feelings. Loyalty is a main cancer quality too, and loyalty to Archie is Fred’s #1 constant concern.

Fred’s also a silent, tactile lover: his signature comforting-archie move is the hand on the back of the neck (just off the top of my head you can see it during jughead and fp’s blowup, when mary leaves in s1, but there’s a ton more sprinkled throughout. I think he does it during the grundy confrontation??). He hugs a lot. Before he makes out with Hermione in the trailer she presses her hand to his chest and he takes it and holds it there. We get that in place of any excessive dialogue – we’ve seen Fred so far to be very economical with his words. He chooses when he talks and then he talks carefully. But touch is 100% the way he expresses himself. If you’re into love languages as I am, I trust you to agree with me that Fred is a physical touch person. It ties into his physicality in other aspects of his life – building, construction, but it’s also consistently how we’ve seen him express and give affection (Hermione, Archie) and that ties further into his position as possessor of soft, non-intellectual, non-aggressive loving. Non-aggressive, tender physical expressions of affection is something that a lot of men avoid for the specific fear of being unmanned by it, it’s something specifically coded feminine, so that’s further at work along those lines.

Ok let’s say you believe me that Fred is a vessel for emotional honesty and the eradication of toxic masculinity. What’s the point of this post, and what does it have to do with Fred’s potential character arc?

Well, Alice and Fred were having it out during the town hall, and Alice spilled the tea of the year:

“FRED ANDREWS, TURNING THE OTHER CHEEK, LIKE ALWAYS.”

No, no one vocally agreed with her, but no one was really startled by the accusation either. Because, yeah, she’s right: Fred up until now has been glaringly non-confrontational. I think it’s really safe to assume it’s part of his character. I know there’s been tons of scenes for me where something has been happening and I wanted Fred to step in, but he just kind of hovered in the background, occasionally touching Archie’s neck and looking sorrowful. (again, see the Grundy confrontation and Jughead and FP’s argument outside the school, but there are many more!! I think we get it when Keller and Kevin are facing off against Fred and Archie after Moose’s attack too). Fred never does anything wrong himself, but he lets things happen. Fred always takes the path of least resistance; he stagnates instead of being spurred into action. He’s planted firmly in the middle of fight-and-flight: instead of fighting or running I’d say he just stands still until it passes.

Think of our biggest collective grievances, all tied to non-confrontation and a failure to react: He let Jughead sleep in the garage!! Jughead ran away from the dance and no one – not even Fred, Parent of The Year – followed him!! HE. LET. GRUNDY. LEAVE. TOWN. WITHOUT. REPERCUSSION! He never hurt anyone directly, he just didn’t step in.

As much as I acknowledge that these inactions are due in part to, well, Luke not being written into every scene, they have always felt like character lapses to me. But if Riverdale is aware of it, as we can assume from Alice’s comment, could there be a longer game at play for this particular pitfall of Fred’s character?

He clearly always looks out for the best in people too: he’s defending the Southside at the town hall, we’ve heard him say “we don’t know that for sure” a lot when Archie’s making assumptions. Fred is slow to act, and another reason for it is his innocent-until-proven-guilty attitude about a lot of events and people. He turns the other cheek until he absolutely can’t ignore it anymore.

Enter Coward of the County, a 1979 country/folk ballad (or, rather, the Adam Harvey and Troy Cassar Daley cover, because that’s my preferred version, but bump whatever you can find). Here’s the lyrics.

TL;DR: The song tells the story of Tommy, a young man known as the coward of his town because of his tendency to step down from violence and avoid confrontation. Tommy’s father, who died in prison when Tommy was ten, told him before his death that Tommy should always walk away from trouble and not try to prove his manhood with violence, which is why Tommy reacts ( or doesn’t react ) the way he does. His father asked him:

Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done

Walk away from trouble if you can

It won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek

I hope you're old enough to understand

Son, you don't have to fight to be a man

Tommy has been devoted to his father’s words all his life. Three of Tommy’s tormentors are a group of brothers known as the Gattlin boys. One day they attack and rape Tommy’s girlfriend Becky, and when Tommy finds out he apologizes to his father’s memory, locks the door of the bar, and beats the everloving beejeebus out of the three of them, no longer heeding his father’s advice, but not letting them get away with it either. Here’s that confrontation, and the end of the song:

Twenty years of crawling was bottled up inside him He wasn't holding nothin' back, he let 'em have it all When Tommy left the barroom, not a Gatlin boy was standing He said, "this one's for Becky”, as he watched the last one fall (and I heard him say)

"I promised you, Dad, not to do the things you've done I walk away from trouble when I can Now please don't think I'm weak, I didn't turn the other cheek And papa, I sure hope you understand Sometimes you gotta fight when you're a man"

It’s a meditation on manhood in a way, but to me that’s always been secondary to the main message of picking your battles, about being gentle and unaggressive while not allowing injustice to happen when you can do something about it. And it’s always spoken Fred to me, even though I wasn’t fully able to to reconcile why until this episode rolled around.

At first glance it reads more like an FP/Jughead story, and fairly so – “please don’t go down my path and end up in the slammer and lose the things that make you soft and unique in pursuit of a designated masculinity” is more or less exactly what we’ve heard from FP to Jughead. But the voice remains Fred’s to me – I think in a small way because he addresses Archie as “son” so often, but also because the repeated warnings Tommy’s dad gives him – ( “promise me you won’t do this” “walk away if you can” “it doesn’t mean you’re weak if you don’t fight” “you don’t have to fight”) are so emphatically close to the actual dialogue that we get from Fred to Archie in the show. How many promises has Archie made Fred? (and broken?) A huge percentage of Fred’s screentime is delivering this kind of advice to his son in these types of snippets. (In fact, the first thing we really significantly ever hear him say to Archie is the parental wisdom that if you’re confident enough in yourself, you don’t have to tell lies.) The delivery of parental wisdom – especially that tells us how to be a man softly and that manhood isn’t and shouldn’t be intrinsically linked to violence – is very much Fred’s realm.

I think the song caught my attention because of that message: that Tommy’s daddy was big enough and bad enough and man enough to go to prison and there realized that violence shouldn’t be what masculinity is all about is a pretty compelling argument for the toxicity of the maleness = aggression equation. Yet, the song also tries to navigate the question of how one can fight and defend oneself in a healthy way, and how one can identify with masculinity in a healthy way. There’s a lot of grey area where you try to draw that line through any of those points, and it seems almost right to see Fred try to navigate this as a trauma survivor.

I’ll return to Fred as a survivor of trauma in a sec, but let me finish drawing song parallels. Alice very clearly calls Fred out on his method of non-confrontation in a way that calls him a coward. His turn-the-other cheek mentality, now that’s spoken by Alice, is now an acknowledged character flaw with a past, and we can be confident that this is something Alice has seen again and again from Fred. Fred doesn’t step up. Fred doesn’t act. Fred lets things go. Fred is barely doing anything about the killer on the loose, for god’s sake, even though he was shot. Alice’s perception of Fred as cowardly ties into our own frustrations at Fred for being so silent and taking the path of least resistance all the time, even when his life is in the balance.

Tommy begins where Fred is – very hands-off, very uninterested in defending himself, seemingly unaffected by his trauma or by the opinions people hold of him. Fred’s manhood has no stake in aggression or violence, and his response is fear and disavowal rather than Archie’s out-and-out rage and desire for revenge. He’s not fussed about Alice’s – or what’s implied to be the whole town’s – perception of him. He’s willing to sit back and believe the cops will take care of the situation.

Tommy gets to the point, though, where he can’t be apathetic without becoming a bystander. His attack on the Gattlin boys for what they’ve done to Becky is a moment of catharsis, and a reconciliation of the inaction he’s performed all his life – “twenty years of crawling was bottled up inside him”.

Fred, in his turn, has a lot to be angry about, and a lot that he hasn’t acted on. Not just because he’s been shot, but because of everything Archie’s been through as a result of neglectful or harmful adults in his life, because of what’s happening with his business, because of all the ways his family has been failed or manipulated by the town. And we’ve barely seen any of the anger from him yet, not even in the face of his shooting, which is probably the greatest trauma he’s faced. So where is the subplot where Fred finally gets mad enough to seek out revenge? When is going to lock the barroom door and slam some heads?

I just called him a stander instead of a fighter or a flee-er, but let’s talk about the one time he does drop everything and fly into motion. We don’t know for sure exactly what happened in that diner, but I’m pretty sure we’re meant to assume he got his body in the way of Archie and took the bullet for him (an action he mirrors in his dream-realm, regardless, so we know he’s prepared to do it.) Fred does pick his battles, and whatever his commitment to non-violence, we know that he’d drop everything and do anything for Archie’s sake. I don’t think I’m reaching to say that Archie’s the person who would tip that scale: we’ve already seen it happen in small ways. Fred has the full capability of choosing when to act out in violence.

On trauma, though: The intersection of catharsis, healing, and revenge is another complicated element when we’re asking about Fred seeking or not seeking revenge on his shooter. Fred is a trauma victim who is momentarily disinterested in fighting back against the person who attacked him. Do we want to encourage him to fight back for the kind of catharsis that Tommy gets? Would fighting back be a source of healing for him? Would attacking the black hood be a release of his personal twenty years of crawling, or would it undo the work he’s done for himself in reconciling his softness and his masculinity? How do you reconcile trauma and still show mercy? When is it necessary to fight? Can radical softness still be radical if it lapses? Is that lapse itself radical? How do we even begin to answer these questions (especially on a cw show)?

I think this is where I start getting hopeful that all this is headed in the same direction. Here’s what I think: Fred is disinterested in revenge because he’s currently teaching us all a lesson in picking our battles. He’s keeping Archie close and embodying his greatest character flaw – inaction – in a way that’s connected to his greatest strength as a character – his non-toxic approach to masculinity and his soft, compassionate side. We know that Fred’s capable of choosing when to act, but that he typically chooses to turn the other cheek. He’s doing so now, and it’s frustrating, and thus is possibly being set up as a character flaw to overcome. And overcoming it demands action against the black hood specifically.

All this to say: I’m getting hopeful that we’re gearing up for a character arc where Fred overcomes his tendency to turn the other cheek and gets to pick his battle and then absolutely obliterates the black hood. For Archie’s sake, or his own healing. Fred’s a lover, not a fighter, but he’s getting to a place where to be one necessitates that he has to be the other: he has to protect the things he loves, and he has to pick when to be soft and when to be hard. Sometimes even the softest guys have to fight, and I for one won’t be mad if Fred comes out swinging. Give him Archie’s baseball bat and let him have at it.

#riverdale meta #riverdale #fred andrews #the town that dreaded sundown #the black hood #rape mention #archie andrews #coward of the county #masculinity #alice cooper #i just wrote 3000 words #does this even make sense? i was so hype and then i lost my train of thought #god i feel bad for ppl who are searching for the town that dreaded sundown movie content today

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wxnnabe · 6 years

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Welcome to the world of imagines! Could we get some relationship headcanons for Trish, Yukako and Midler?

These are pretty long (Because I Love All Jojo Girls)

-Trish can come off as selfish and a bit spoilt at first-she may seem to expect a lot from her s/o, but she’s really just judging how they are as a character and whether she can truly trust them. Once she is happy that they are genuine with their feelings toward her, though, she’ll soften up and spoil them back just as equally. It’s her s/o after all, and they deserve only the best for sticking by her even through the early stages of their relationship. She understands that she tends to draw even good people away with her initial front, but likewise as she uses this persona to hide her true feelings toward what is happening around her, she also uses it to hide the fact that she is afraid that her s/o might be using her for fame or for the money she possesses. Her father’s actions toward her left a profound feeling in her-one of betrayal, loneliness and utter and bitter hurt that she doesn’t want to feel again in her life-so it’s important that she is sure in knowing that they don’t wish to use her and leave her.

-She loves shopping dates, whether that be finding an exquisite outfit for each of them during an awards ceremony (no-one can deny that her energy and voice that has done her well as a rising pop star) or seeing who can pull off the most outrageous outfit (within a private dressing room, of course-while she certainly won’t object to having fun with her s/o she is constantly under the public eye and the last thing she wants is her s/o’s privacy being violated under media scrutiny over something as small as a silly date.)

-Trish is a thoughtful lover in her own way-she tries to pay attention to their style of clothing and jewellery they like to wear, and when she is out and happens to spot something that would compliment her s/o’s tastes perfectly she will buy it for them regardless of the price; they deserve it after all and she can’t wait to see the look of surprise and joy on their faces when she gives it to them. It’s often something that they’ve been meaning to go out and get or something they only briefly mentioned to her, which makes it more special to know that she’s been looking out for it.

-She’s also a very teasing lover. Once she warms up to people, she does tend to tease and give light jabs at them and her s/o is no exception. She especially likes to move in for a kiss only to turn away at the last minute, giggling at their expression. Teasing with Trish is light and fun-she knows when her s/o isn’t in the mood or when it has gone on for too long, though.

-Trish tries to keep pda to a minimum; while hand holding and goodbye/hello kisses are welcome, she tends to stay away from passionate kisses and cuddling as her status and reputation-both of her and her s/o-are on the line. She does, however, like teasing, so she knows a lot of more private areas of their favourite shops and towns to let out some tension-or perhaps to leave them cutting their date short in favour of coming home and finishing what they started.

-Due to how little she sees her s/o with her career, she gets jealous quite easily and can jump to conclusions-maybe she’s picking up a tabloid and see them out with another friend, and she can’t but be led astray by the tabloid gossip columns sometimes. She will need an s/o that can be patient with her when she see’s them next in an overly haughty mood, and rationally explain the situation. Trish will believe them, of course, and apologise for her actions. She feels partly ashamed that she will, in her vulnerable states, lash out at her s/o-but her s/o will understand that she is still affected greatly by the hurt she has felt in the past. If they can, she would love for them to be there with her when she goes on tours.

-When Yukako falls in love, she falls hard, and it’s quite clear to see that during the events of DIU that she can become obsessive in her love for another person. She is enamoured by them as much as she is determined to gain their love, and it will be a lot often turn out a lot smoother if they give in to her wishes. It’s not often, but they will note the glint in her eyes as she softly mentions the fair opening up and what a wonderful experience it would be if they could go together. More often than not, (and sometimes to the chagrin of her s/o) it will turn out to be as perfect as she says it will be (she has grown a bit of a reputation around town for being a beautiful yet intimidating character), so her s/o will indulge her wishes often.

-Yukako loves every part of her s/o-even their flaws. She finds a great respect in people that hold self-improvement and betterment in a high esteem and would throw all her energy into helping her s/o overcome some flaws or study for a test they don’t know too much about. Yukako is a hard teacher, though they certainly can’t say that they haven’t improved because of it once they reap the benefits, and the gratitude she gets in return will make her heart swell.

-Yukako will treasure any gift her s/o gives them, but she appreciates ones that her s/o has put effort into more than anything. Something hand-made and thoughtful, like a handmade scarf or a card, is something that she will truly treasure. She likes to make handmade lunches for her s/o, too-they will be spoiled, as she is a good cook and even better when she knows she has someone she wants to impress. She will appreciate the odd jewellery or clothing, particularly as her tastes are usually more elegant and take a while of saving up to afford-but she’d much rather be able to see the tangible effort her s/o has put into the gift for her, as she can see the love and thought put into the present. Even if it doesn’t turn out as expected, maybe the cookies that they baked her are a bit burnt at the bottom or a few stitches dropped from the scarf they knitted-but she will treasure it all the same.

-She doesn’t mind pda, in fact, will love it when her s/o reaches for her hand to hold while walking home. It’s so official to her-like a turning point where they are ready to show everyone they are hers and she is theirs-she’ll have a blush shading her face for the rest of the night. She doesn’t really care about what other people think about her when she’s with her s/o, and they should know that they are together, so she won’t object to hugging or kissing-but she was raised in a traditional household, one that she has picked up a few unconscious habits and beliefs. As such, she won’t go too overboard in her pda.

-Their s/o will have to have a conversation with her about her nature and be firm in telling her that her obsessive tendencies are not appropriate early on if they want to avoid any serious fighting. Yukako is determined, and quite set in her ways-it will take some time for her to even acknowledge what her s/o is saying, and they will need a great deal of patience and speak with a level head, and she may even accuse them of not loving her. After all, she has only known to love fiercely and passionately. It will take some time for her not to start a fight with other people interacting with her s/o if she feels they are closer than acquaintances to them-she trusts her s/o, but she does not trust many other people. After a few arguments, Yukako will come to an epiphany that she, by following her own mantra of giving everything she has to her love and her loved ones, is losing them. She is coming off far too strong, far too early, and all it is doing is pushing them away from her. She’ll be quite unsure of what to do to herself after this and will avoid her s/o in thinking that it’s already too late. Yukako feels emotions with every part of her, and although it’s not something she’d usually do, when she is sad she cannot help but dwell in her own pity and close her mind to any solutions that may be present until someone or something pulls her out of her reverie-and it’s up to her s/o to do so, and to confront her and find a solution together. Once they do, though, their relationship will take a deeper, stronger bond than it ever was before. If her s/o sticks by her through this, it’s sure their relationship will be a long-term one.

-Midler isn’t accustomed to settling down and into a long-term relationship with anyone, and she’ll make this clear on their first couple of dates, harmlessly flirting with waiters and waitresses in the restaurant. Her s/o will know what she is like and will not make a fuss out of it, or she would not bother with them in the first place. Although the mood and tone of their relationship is playful, she will not hesitate to remind them of its short lifespan-she believes it makes every second they have with each other more memorable within each other’s minds.

-Midler is the type to go all out on dates-the more outrageous, the better. She likes surprises, so even while bungee jumping certainly isn’t her cup of tea, she’s excited to try it out once (and maybe just once more after that-the thrill of the free fall is a new and exhilarating experience for her). They’ll take turns in the date organising, and they will never stay in one place and call it a date-she likes going out to several places, maybe a restaurant or cafe then a show then a bar to finish off the night-its the fast-paced, fun dates that will bring a smile to her face when she looks back on it.

-She’s a very self-assured woman-she came from a family that loved and supported her, but who ultimately held her back. She wants to explore, she wants to try everything and everyone-and while she doesn’t like to chase endlessly for people, she doesn’t mind it when her s/o plays hard to get. It’s an experience for her, and she’ll pull all the tricks to spend little while being their lover.

-She loves pda-she also loves making a scene for those who verbalise their distaste for it and will do the exact opposite. She’ll pout if they turn her away or if they simply aren’t interested in pda, but she won’t push it and respect her s/o’s boundaries. If their s/o is trying, for her, it will be sure to melt her heart-she’s had many lovers in her past, but the ones that truly care for her and go beyond what they must do for her are ones that she won’t easily forget. She will have to refrain from bringing them into a passionate kiss to show them just how much she appreciates it, but the glow in her eyes shows them they certainly did something right.

-However, she made a promise to DIO to destroy the Joestars-and no other s/o will triumph the feeling of reaching that goal, the exhilarating feeling of walking through the dark and cold castle in search of the almost ethereal being that she resolved in the moment he called upon her t his cause that she would follow to her end. She made a promise and for as light-hearted and playful as she is, she does not take promises lightly. The relationship will have to come to an end, and she will continue her quest for her God.

#ask #Anonymous #Wow These Got Long #Trish Una #yukako yamagishi #midler #rose #relationship hc's

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warmau · 7 years

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{Special} College!AU Yuta

major: plant biology

minor: n/a

sports: soccer team

clubs: photography club, earth coalition, did debate team for a while but only because he liked getting into arguments with doyoung in front of people LOL

is really popular, fun, and relaxed,,,,,,you can see him taking a stroll from the library to the lab looking absent mindedly at the trees or at the sky

but don’t underestimate him,,,,,because he’s actually really smart and organized

a lot of the research he does in his courses is praised by his teachers even though he’ll play it off and be like “ah~ i got it right? what luck!”

but in front of other students he’s like hell yeah im the prince of the plant biology major ~~

likes nature so decided he may as well make a career out of it, also taeil told him once that he looked good in white so getting to wear the lab coat kinda makes him giddy

but he frequently likes to hike and go to forests,,,even on days when it isn’t required for his major

flirts naturally with everyone, from the TA in class, to the people in his group, to people in completely different majors, once came in to check up on an experiment his group was doing on some eucalyptus plants and i shit u not he touched a leaf and was like “ahhhh, you look pretty today~” to the freaking plant

tried to tutor for plant ecology but yuta has this thing where he can plan everything perfectly in his head but when he gets to actually trying to explain anything he’s like ah,,,well,,,you see,,,,one plant,,,and other plant,,,,become friends??? wait no,,,,,biologically plants cant make friends,,,,,,they,,,,,,interact? first date? yEARS of EVOLUtiON haVE CREATed This pLANT,,,,,,,,,,,,does that not make sense

but hey,,,he tried his best

doyoung calls him “narcissist nakamoto” anytime they see each other on campus dfldskdg

but honestly,,,he’s not wrong,,,,,because every soccer game the uni has yuta somehow ends up flashing that handsome smile of his and ending up on the front page of the uni’s sports website, the uni journal, hell even the other teams school has photos of yuta because he’s undeniably attractive

esp in a soccer uniform with his hair pulled back, pretty sweat down his strong jawline, and his eyes that can go literally from ^__^ to the most sERIOUS expression

comes of cool~ and suave~ and like suuuuuch a smooth talker

but all of his friends just sneer when people gush about yuta because they’re all like “this is the dork who calls his mom at like midnight and says he misses her and cries” and also apparently enjoys kidlike things like amusement parks and kamen rider

“isn’t yuta soooo manly and dreamy~?”

taeyong somewhere: he collects anime figures don’t trust him

jokes jokes

but it’s cute,,,,yuta is all flower boy charm in his pressed lab coat and brilliant big smile and always trying to show off that he’s a gentlemen

but also squishing winwin’s cheeks during lunch because wahhh so cute and getting all happy over the new pokemon release like,,,,,how soft

his dorm is slightly disheveled but it proves that he works hard with stacks of books and highlighters alongside the many trophies and medals he’s won for the school

(and ofc,,,,,his kamen rider figurines lmfao)

but yep it’s summer!!! which means a lot of kids have left the campus but some classes are still going on

you happen to not be taking any,,,,but you get a job at the local fair that’s going to run all summer a couple blocks away from the uni so you decide it’d be better to just stay in the dorm and well,,,,,make that Money

yuta,,,,,,,is also staying but that’s because one of his group studies is being conducted by a teacher who won’t be back in the fall

and tbh you only know yuta vaguely,,,,you’re friends with jaehyun who has talked about him and you’ve seen him in the school news

but,,,,,you’ve also “heard” rumors about him,,,,,how apparently he likes to flirt as much as possible and isn’t really interested in anything serious

someone once said something about how he accepted ten confessions in a day but then broke up with the girls through text

and you don’t???? know him???? but those rumors feel weird and full of jealousy

but at the same time like what is it your business anyway not like you and yuta have ever interacted

until,,,,,,that changes

see your job at the fair is pretty simple,,,,you sell tickets to the ferris wheel and tell people which cabins to sit in

the ferris wheel is pretty tiny considering this isn’t a permanent fair,,,,and the rides like 5 minutes tops,,,,,but it gets fairly popular

esp at night when all the couples walk by sharing ice-creams and cuddling up close when they buy tickets

and secretly you’re like blEGh,,,but at the same time cant lose this job so u just smile and sell tickets

and??? that’s when you notice that almost every night

yuta comes by

and you know it’s him from the face but also,,,you’ve heard him speaking japanese on the phone when buying tickets,,,,,and you don’t think anything of it

but he keeps only,,,buying,,,,one ticket,,,,,every night

and idk you don’t want to say anything because maybe,,,,this is his stress relief from summer classes????? but at the same time everyones saying this popular boy who could have anyone he wants on campus is spending his nights. alone. on the ferris wheel

somehow, without either of you saying much to each other you memorize the time he comes by and save a ticket just in case

like two weeks into this whole ordeal you dont even ask him to pay you just hand him the ticket and yuta gives you a look but you’re just like,,,,,go

because honestly you start thinking up ridiculous scenarios like,,,maybe he cries in there???? maybe the ride reminds him of a lost loved one??? maybe,,,,,,,,he uses it as a place to scream out all his frustration

and the tickets are way 2 overpriced anyway college kids need to help each other out

but ,,,, the night before the third week of summer classes starts yuta finally says something to you

and when he does you almost fall down,,,,because????? but as you slide the ticket over he goes “this place closes in half an hour, right?”

you nod

and he’s like “ill be by the entrance. let me treat you to dinner.”

at first you think you’ve heard wrong - maybe that he needs to treat someone to dinner

but when you meet his gaze, yuta smiles and is like “i promise to be there.” before walking off like it’s the moST Casual thing to ask a STRANGER to dinner

it shocks you so much that you barely manage to stutter out a “ok” when he’s literally gone

as,,,,he promised yuta is standing at the entrance as you come out still wearing your uniform t-shirt with the fairs name sprawled across the front

and yuta motions to it and is like “cute” and you’re like um,,,,,,what is happening

and he smiles again,,,so bright even though it’s nearing ten pm and he’s like “i know you,,,,,not from the fair but from college. you go to the same one as me.”

you nod slowly but you’re still obviously confused

which only makes yuta chuckle, throwing his head back a bit when he does but he’s like “don’t worry, im not being creepy or whatever. it’s just,,,,,i know you’ve been giving me the tickets for free for a while so i thought i should do something nice back.”

the sentiment calms you down a bit,,,even though you try to say it’s fine you don’t need to be treated but yuta just throws his hand around you

pulling you by the shoulder closer and he’s like “nah,,,,we college students need to jump at any chance we get not to waste money - so c’mon!”

and that’s how you end up at a small stall at the night market,,,,yuta piling food onto the tiny plastic table as you watch him balance drinks in his other hand

for a moment you think back to those photos you’d seen of him on the school website. the star shining athlete of the soccer team

yet here he was,,,,looking something close to a fool,,,,,but in the most endearing way

you don’t expect to talk with him for a longtime,,,,but you do.

yuta has a way of making people feel comfortable,,,,he’s obviously sociable and sweet and it’s hard not to like someone who gives compliments and actually seems interested in you

especially since the summer semester has left you pretty lonely on campus,,,,

but when you check your watch you’re shocked to see it’s nearing 1am and you have a shift tomorrow at the fair

so hurriedly you and yuta clean up and practically sprint back to the dorms,,,,yuta making a joke about how he hasn’t run this much since soccer practice ended

but as you stop in front of your dorm yuta says your name,,,,,smiling and adding that he’ll see you tomorrow before heading off into the other direction

and it’s not till your brushing your teeth,,,,,looking in the mirror that you realize,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,that you just hung out with nakamoto yuta

the next night yuta shows up as usual,,,,this time he slips something toward you in exchange for the ticket,,,,,,a ice-cream bar from the grocery

he says that it must suck to not be able to leave and take snacks and you look at the ice cream and go “how did you know my fav-”

and he grins and is like “ah, did you forget, you told me yesterday~ i personally like their green tea flavor more but,,,,”

and with that he waves,,,,going toward the ride and you sit there,,,,looking at the ice cream

and before you know it,,,there’s a small smile on your face

yuta is even waiting for you at the entrance again so you guys can walk back to campus together

this,,,happens for a bit,,,,,and then there’s a day when you have off and you pass yuta on campus only to have him call out to you and pout because you’re not at work~ he won’t see you later??

and you’re like nope i have the day off, you’ll actually have to pay for your ticket tonight

he makes a face that makes you burst into giggles and he’s like ill have to call my sister for more money at this point,,,,,,,or oh,,,,,should i try and get doyoung to use his card,,,,

you shake your head because what street fair accepts cards???? and he’s like rats ur right,,,,,,

but it’s cute seeing him like this,,,,, in the daylight,,,,,eyes sparkling and pretty,,,,,,,

bUT you shake that thought off as soon as you see a group of underclassman walking by and calling out to yuta,,,,,saying something about how he still owes them all lunch or something

and the rumors you’d tried to forget come back to you,,,,,,,because hey he probably isn’t treating you any differently than how he treats others

catching feelings for him???? Big No No

but yuta turns back and says he’ll see you tomorrow then and there’s a hint of happiness in his tone,,,,,but again you’re sure you’re imagining it

so why is it that the next evening,,,,your stomach is full of butterflies,,,,,,you’re practically straining your neck to see if yuta is coming,,,,,,

the moment you see the familiar silhouette you start adjusting your hair and shirt,,,,,,,,god it makes you feel embarrassed but also,,,,,when his face appears in the window,,,,,smiling and happy

it makes your heartbeat surge and you mentally have to keep yourself in check as yuta tells you about something doyoung texted him this afternoon

tbh as you hand him the single ticket,,,,,you get the sudden urge to ask ‘why don’t you ever take someone with you on the ride? like on a date?’

but you know you shouldn’t say something like that

but when you feel his hand brush against yours,,,,,you just,,,,,,you burst

“yuta, why don’t you ever ride the ferris wheel with someone else? someone,,,,,,special?”

yuta seems taken back,,,,,for a split moment even speechless but he just looks down at the ticket and you,,,,snap back into reality

and start to apologize because that was,,,,,rude of you,,,,,super rude,,,,,god why do you never thinK properly before speaking

but yuta just chuckles and is like “ok, you’re right i should take someone special can you give me another ticket?”

your heart literally drops into your stomach,,,,because,,,,,he does have someone special,,,,,,,,,,,,

but hiding your trembling hands as you print the ticket you hand it to him only to have yuta give it back and he’s like “let’s go.”

honestly speaking you shouldn’t ever leave your post at the ticket stand but the park is closing in ten minutes and there isn’t another person in sight so when yuta pulls you in behind him ,,,,,,

you find yourself sitting in the see-through cabinet,,,,,the lights of the two flickering below you as the wheel starts to turn

and you’re too busy looking at the view to notice yuta is staring at you

funnily enough,,,even though you’ve worked most of your summer there,,,,you’d actually never gotten to ride it before

so with the sudden invitation to get on,,,,,you kind of got excited,,,,,taking your phone out even to take photos

until you hear yutas voice

“so, ive taken someone special now. are you happy?”

and you look at him and blink,,,,,,,because wait,,,,,,,,are you that special someone???????

but ur like no no no way and so you change the topic and you’re like “why do you ride this every night? does it help you think?”

but yuta just shrugs and is like “no. i just like it. i,,,,,,like it enough to ride it twice,,,,,three times but,,,,,,,”

and you look up from your phone at him and suddenly he’s leaning over

hand coming up to hold the side of your neck

and just as you reach the top you feel his lips against yours before he’s pulling away and whispering “but i like you so much that i thought if i come everyday,,,,if i ride this everyday,,,,,won’t they notice me in time?”

and,,,,,,,,no one has ever,,,,,,so straightforwardly,,,,,,,said something like that to you so you’re shocked,,,,,

nearly dropping the phone in your hands but,,,,,,,,,but also,,,,,,you manage to ask “w-why?”

and yuta laughs,,,,,,hand on his stomach and he’s like “seriously? why? because,,,,,i saw you and it was like i was looking at my dream,,,,,,the person of my dreams,,,,,,,,and then when we got to talk i knew it was right. that you’re the one.”

the ferris wheel starts moving slowly again and once you and yuta get to the bottom you step out of the cabin,,,,,still trying to process the confession from him

when yuta’s hand slips into yours and he’s like c’mon your shift is over. let me treat you again.

and,,,,,,,you follow him but suddenly halfway down the streetyou stop and yuta turns to look at you and you’re like,,,,,,, “don’t play around.”

and he’s like ? what

and you yank your hand from his and you’re like “don’t play around with me. i don’t want to be just another person you woo and then,,,,,and then dump.”

yuta watches you,,,,,nervously looking toward the ground and he lets out a sigh and is like “do you think im playing? do you know how much money i spent on that ferris wheel in the first two weeks? 6 bucks for 6 days out of the week. that’s 36 a week, that’s 72 for tWO YOU KNOW WHAT 72 DOLLARS IS FOR A COLLEGE GUY DONT YOU”

and you look up and he’s like “listen,,,,,,some rumors about me are true. like how i stare out the window during class like a moron but am also ranked in the top five of my major. yeah i tend to fall over things because im not looking, but im still the ace of the soccer team. and yeah,,,,,,,,,i like to talk and be nice to lots of people but im not a player. my feelings for you are for real.”

you swallow the lump in you throat,,,but you’re also like,,,,,,,r-really?

and yuta is like yES really now do you feel the same or no?

you look at his outstretched hand,,,,,,,and you look at him,,,,,,,the smiling boy who’d treated you to dinner, who’d come everyday not to ride the ferris wheel but to see you,,,,,,,,,,,,and you take his hand

because what is there to lose in trusting this handsome, sweet guy,,,,,,who just happens to love corny things like the ferris wheel LOL

and most people cant believe yuta is actually dating,,,,,,,,,but not because of those stupid rumors but because he seemingly has never been interested

and when you meet his friends for the first time johnny asks if yuta didn’t perhaps pay you on the downlow to pretend-

but yuta is like heY im not you mr. chicago and ur like ????? and johnny is like fine fine fine

taeyong pats your shoulder and is like “good luck, he’s a handfull.”

you also learn of yuta’s undying fondness when it comes to transfer winwin which you dont mind because,,,,,the kids adorable and you and yuta are both like “he’s so cute” like 24/7

much to the disdain of literally everyone else,,,,,,,,winwin is lowkey savage though he told you once that you were too good for yuta who apparently is much more airheaded than it seems

but you were sure he was joking

until yuta literally almost burned down the dorm trying to make homemade takoyaki,,,,,,

but boyfriend!yuta is just,,,,,the best

he’s so fun and upbeat and never,,,,,like,,,,,,pushy

like sure he makes jokes about being prince of plant biology or the only man worthy of your attention

but he’s coming from a place of genuine love,,,,,and his want of your attention

which is kinda cute because if you ignore him for more than like twenty minutes you meet aegyo!yuta which,,,,,,,can either infuriate you or melt you it’s always a 50/50 draw on that one

yuta also loves taking photos which is something you leaned when everytime you’d go on a date he’d start taking candids of you

and you’d be like babe im just ordering off the menu we don’t need to take pic- but yuta is already like its fine i took one of you and it’s up on insta i tagged you check it out

his sister calls to check up on him and you’re always nervous to talk to her,,,,even though she roasts yuta to you and it’s amazing,,,but you’re always like i want your family to like me,,,,and yuta is like how could they not like you when i like you so freaking much

his sister told you about his flowershop job in highschool which you think is just the CUTEST so you always jokingly ask him to get you pretty custom bouquets

but the thing is,,,,,,,,he does,,,,,,,he really does

and he surprises you with this big arrangement on the 100th day of dating and each flower has a meaning for what he thinks about you and it’s so beautiful,,,,,,,,yuta no matter how greasy he comes off secretly is a big sappy romantic. fight me on this

takes you hiking with him and if you get tired he’s always trying to get you to let him carry you and you’re like NO and he’s like “why not i am a man of nature, man of the mountains-” and ur like man of the mountains when you drop me accidentally off the cliff hell no nakamoto

if anything you do like hearing him talk about his major,,,,because people think he’s good looks and athleticism

but he’s also so smart,,,,,and his notes are all over the place sure but he knows what he’s doing and it makes you so proud

you caught him dancing in the lab once when he thought no one was alone. did he serenade a plant? he most def did

the hottest thing about him though,,,,is during his soccer matches it’s like 0 to 10000. at the beginning he smiles and waves at you blows air kisses and does the usual cringy sappy stuff

but,,,,,once the game is in heat,,,,,he changes completely

the softness in his eyes and smile are gone,,,,,,it’s just a fierce stare and raw determination

and,,,,,,it’s ,,,,,,,,,a turn on especially when he wins and runs up the bleachers right up to you to get a kiss and slip his medal off to put around your neck

liKE,,,,,,,how idea,,,,,,,,,also getting to shower with him afterward?????? even more ideal

even though yuta can get pretty interesting,,,,intimately he’s always mush and goo for the kisses you give him on the tummy

when you both are just lazing around and he’s playing some 3ds game and you heads on his stomach going through your phone and you just lift up the hem of his shirt and kiss his tummy

he makes the cutest,,,,,,,like the CUTEST hehehehe laugh,,,,,,,

“yuta,,,,don’t you have lab hours to do?” “yes,,,,but i also have cuddle hours to do so get over here”

when you’re upset,,,,,,yuta is,,,,,actually really good at comforting, he reminds you that he’s here,,,,,,by your side and nothing will hurt you and he’ll help you no matter what

and no matter how childish his interests are like video games and amusement parks,,,,,,he’s a serious man when it comes to you and your happiness

his mom texted you like 40000 baby photos of him which you love and cherish and yuta isn’t actually embarrassed at all tbh he thinks it’s adorable you fawn over him

(aka he lives for your attention. if you don’t give it to him, like i said, he turns into a mess of bad attempts on getting you to show him your love LOL)

sleeps in class and still gets straight A’s - it’s infuriating

but also,,,,,whenever you guys have time you’ll head into the city to the amusement park and get on the ferris wheel because no matter what yuta remembers it as your “first official date spot” even though that’d technically not be true

but it’s cute and it’s important to you two even though doyoung is like “go to a restaurant like ADULTS” but you and yuta aren’t rushing to grow up

any1 who spreads rumors about him gets you super worked up and you’ve screamed at a good number of people and yuta and the boys always hold you back

but afterword yuta is always kissing you madly because “wow i love you so much you stand up for me all the time and wow i love you ok im gonna keep kissing you no-”

you guys are a fun couple ok

still flirts with u even tho ur dating but he does it with plant puns to be cheesey. “will you never leaf me?” “if you were a flower you’d be a damndelion” “we were MINT to be”

what im saying is yuta comes off as not being a dork, but he’s the biggest dork

OH wearing his soccer team hoodie and people being like “wait, you’re dating nakamoto?” and you getting to be like yes ;-) yes i am ;-)

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