#my ocs deserve happiness so I gave them these idiots
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OC in 15: Kira Sato
rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!
thx for the tag!!! @topaz-carbuncle
YOOO THE WAY I GOT SO EXCITED TO DUST OFF MY OC
anyway, i screwed around with the raildex universe and created an oc based off that. unfortunately none of this is published because i basically rewrote the entire thing to the point that it's like in a place where it's not original fiction but also not *quite* fanfiction anymore
1) “How does it feel, hmm? To have someone wrap their fist around your heart? Don’t be prepared to dish out pain unless you’re willing to receive it.” Upon seeing his lack of a response, she slightly tilted her head. “I wasn’t able to do Blood Flow before. You and your ‘sensei’ knew that better than anyone, but ever since you attacked me, I’ve only been able to control one medium at a time. Man, I was pissed, but it turns out I have more control if I’m only controlling one. I was never able to do this before, but now thanks to you, I can. Do you understand what’s about to come next?”
2) “I’m killing again for the sake of this power.” Now that they were dead, the grief returned. She leaned back against a wall, sliding down, her head buried in her hands. “The only way to repay them is to perfect my power. I need to get stronger so I can protect them. Yes, that’s the only way to make sure they didn’t die in vain.”
3) “Oh? So you were wanting to kill me. I should kill you a million times for that, you know!” she yelled out as she squeezed down on her neck. “My abilities let me heal, you fucking idiot. If you’re gonna try to kill me, you gotta make sure you finish the job.”
4) “I really did expect just a little bit more of a challenge from you. The times that I’ve fought next to you were quite amazing. Really, they were. It’s amazing how befuddled people get when they realize that your right hand can cancel out abilities. The only thing with me is that I know how to counter that right hand of yours. After you take that out of the equation, what else do you have left? What else can you do?” Kira gave him a gentle smile. “You made a good effort. You made a really good effort. So it’s about time you had a rest!”
5) “I’m not the type of person that saves people.”
6) “I’m not a good person,” she whispered. “I don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve you, I-”
7) “We’ve played this song and dance before and to be honest, your track record isn’t working in your favor. The only way you’re getting out of this is to tell me where she is and maybe, just maybe, I’ll kill you quickly.”
8) “If I have to forget who I am to save her, I will,” Kira said with an empty look in her eyes.
9) "...monster I was always meant to be. That's right. Kihara Kenkyuu had always said that something was special about me. Takaki Yoshi said that my abilities were different. Maybe I really am a monster."
10) "Do you want to live or die? It’s your choice. That damned Kihara Seigo might have made it so that I can’t control who the hell I kill when I touch them, but that’s a different case with you, isn’t it?” Kira currently held up one of the Hound Dog lackeys that was unfortunate enough to have gotten separated from the rest.
11) “Do you ever shut up?” spat out Kira to silence the man. She grabbed the piece of steel stabbing into the man. “What a pain in the ass. Just asking me to kill you is too vague. I’ll move this thing around to tear your insides to pieces if you keep going down this route.”
12) “Do you really think there is any path left that will save you? After living in this world, trampling on so many people, and making enemies of me and that bastard Kihara Seigo, do you really think you can still live a happy life? That’s bullshit and you know it. You’re utter trash. How many people have you killed?”
13) “Oh? Then you need a hospital,” continued the Level 5 with a grin. “Of course, I could heal you, but-” Kira shrugged and then looked towards him with scorn. “You idiots took that control away from me. So it looks like there’s no salvation for you here, but you won’t die. Not this easily. I’ll make sure your suffering lasts. Keep living on that hopeless path of life so I can relieve some stress.”
14) “Sorry about that,” Kira said with an uninterested look on her face. “I swore to a certain someone that I wouldn’t be participating in this shit anymore, but it looks like I fucked up.” A laugh leaked out. “You see, if I had my abilities, I probably could have ‘adjusted’ the trajectory of the shell so that it would’ve landed in your leg and removed your ability to walk temporarily or something like that. But oh wait,” Kira looked at the woman with a mocking expression. “You fucks took that away. Karma really is a bitch, you know.”
15) “Sorry,” apologized Kira while cutting her off. “I may be trying to walk on the path of good now, but you lot really pissed me off. I just can’t rest peacefully without finishing the job.”
tagging writer moots :3 (sorry if you don't have oc's or reader lines to use ksjdflskdjf): @chaotic-on-main @leviismybby @lucysarah-c @jayteacups @the-traveling-poet @sixpennydame @flametrashira @kingkonoha @wyvernslovecake @peachdues @postwarlevi + anyone else that wants to show off their oc's!
#tag games#moots#i didn't go for the bonus points either because i like sandwiching dialogue tags between lines#also i've been writing this since like 2014 so it was very difficult to just write 15 lines of dialogue#and feel like i still captured her character well
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“Have we met before? ...Hm, yes, no, I'm certain of it now. Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems
In a place that perhaps you've seen in your dreams..."
HAPPY HALLOWEEN! ((▼w▼))
(I know it's not even October but the twst Halloween event has started! I been working on this a little early bc its such a fun long event!
This design is more for the second Halloween Event (Endless Halloween) Which hasn't officially dropped for english servers, there is one slight reference to a spoiler so maybe skip them if your worried about it!
Voice lines Under the cut:
Summon: Life’s no fun without a good scare, right?
Groovy: BOW DOWN, TO THE KING, AHAHAHA!
Set Home: *yelling* Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King! Ahahaha!...oh sorry was I too loud?
Home Idle: Hey I got a prank in mind to pull on Azul, you want in?
Idle 2: You know what’s funny…it feels kind of familiar to be called “Pumpkin”...maybe it was a nickname of mine? That sounds nice…
Idle 3: I don’t care about the rule of not hurting visitors if those idiots touch me or my brothers, it's gonna be a free for all.
Idle Groovy: “'Have we met before? ...Hm, yes, no, I'm certain of it now, Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems, In a place that perhaps you've seen in your dreams..." …Hehe, jk that’s just an old quote from this book of scary stories.
Home Login: Happy Halloween! Do you deserve a trick or a treat? Hehe…
Tap: Isn’t the jack-o-lantern helmet cool! It glows when I put it on and makes my voice sound all intimidating!
Tap 2: I’m not big on horror movies with a lot of gore but mysteries and physiological ones keep my attention!
Tap 3: Ortho tried to jumpscare me! HA! It was so cute I didn’t move an atom. He was sulking afterwards, so I gave him some candy to cheer him up.
Tap 4: AH-! Oh geezus, it was just you. **deep breath**, gosh don’t sneak up on me like that!
Tap 5: Don’t tell anyone but…I think Savanclaws set up is the best. SHH! I’d never hear the end of it if anyone else knew…
Tap 6: Why a king? Well Idia is a knight and Ortho looks like a little prince to me in his costume, so I thought it matched well with their theme! Kind of like a Pumpkin Knight oc!
Tap Groovy: (-spoiler-) Hehe! We all pranked you guys pretty well! I was worried when Malleus, Lilia, and the ghosts brought up the idea but... well it all worked out!
#yume ume#myart#pumpkinart#twisted wonderland#twst oc#yuusona#q#twsted oc#disney twst#disney twisted wonderland#twst halloween#endless halloween spoilers#endless halloween night#twisted wonderland oc#twst mc#pumpkin king yume#i had a lot of fun with the helm#this is one of my fav outfits ive designed for them
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“Chicken and croffles” I had flashbacks at that man. There’s this person I watch and they were telling their story of trying to rizz someone through food, and by rizz I mean they tried to impress an attractive waiter, but fumbled a bit and ordered chicken and waffles. He got so nervous they ordered the first thing he saw, which was chicken and waffles. How attractive was this waiter? So attractive that his friends literally had to warn them and also tried to clean him up a bit to look more presentable LMAO
Really liked this chapter!!! Love the sceneries and how Miles and “Ray Paynt” interacted!!!! Something about how you write feels real, like even in the little things with Miles’ “It’s a choice.” And when dragging him along to the cafe at an unexpected notice. Stop writing food so deliciously it’s nearly 8am for me and I’m wanting some nice fruit-ade or something!!! 😭/pos
From one Michael to another, MICHAEL STAHP WITH THE TOUCHING YOU’RE GONNA GET YOUR WILLYIAM CHOPPED OFF FR
omfg i felt that fr im not even kidding. what i would give to be on the receiving end of that starstruckness.... okay in all honesty I'd probably be that very dude dropping my utensils.
WAIT OKAY STORY TIME BECAUSE IVE GOT ONE OF MY OWN:
So i recently went to korea in june and i went with 2 other friends who went to queue up at the NIKE store in the morning for their customization stuff right? So I wake up later and i go grab a coffee first at this store my friend recommended because it's cheap + rly good.
As such, I casually stroll along the street with my earbuds in bc im cool and swag and feeling myself right? I finally find this coffee shop and step up to the counter to order, except what do i see?
A GORGEOUS, STUNNING GIRL MANNING THE CASHIER.
At this point i am in full blown panic. I have never met anyone so pretty in my life. Her hair was silky smooth and dyed a light platinum-ish shade, and her makeup was flawless. her skin? dewy like a morning glory in bloom. Her entire figure and being? goddesslike.
at this point i am sweating buckets just from the thought of talking to her. but it's fine, right? its just a cup of coffee. i can do this.
i then proceed to ABSOLUTELY FUMBLE MY WORDS.
I just wanted this pretty drink called a franobe guys. thats all i wanted. but i got so shy and she couldnt hear me saying franobe so she kept going 'ah, latte?' and guys. i almost died on the spot.
I repeated it like 2x before she got what i was trying to say. Quick PSA that i am not fluent in korean at all, and understand more than i can speak. she asks me something in korean and i just go 'ne?' with wideass eyes like id just seen my newborn child or some shit.
anyway i finally manage to pay and get my drink and i walk away with my head practically in my hands. up till this day i am paranoid she thinks im an idiot. this is my chicken and croffles story for all you guys out there.
also im straight but this is one of the rare exceptions i lost my composure fr. what can i say? im w e ak.
im really glad you liked this chapter !! if it's one trait i could've given my characters or reader oc its the endless funds to go cafe hopping. cafe hopping is so, so fun, but so, so expensive like goddamn let me live my main character life in peace fr....
it's euphoric to hear that you liked the little moments !! i enjoyed thinking through those and just going like ah yes, he would say this! i really love writing or thinking about the small moments that lead up to the big picture. (also @buthowboutno-spamming gave me such great advice regarding this, and i wouldnt have been able to flesh out my fic and vision if not for his advice)
michael deserves to get his dick chopped off fr. but it's okay!! I plan for all my characters to go through developmental arcs lmfao, ive gotten too attached to the two idiots to let go of their potential now :)
Go get some fruit-ade or make some yourself bro it's super easy super good. lmk if you want a recipe and im more than happy to provide~
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Gyu being endgame was a given because, well, it's you writing it. Take that as a compliment, please.
At first I was not very happy with it because I kept thinking if she can't love that yeonjun, I can! value that fine boyfriend or give him to me, cause wow so I was a little pissed that she couldn't be emotionally there for him as much as he deserves and was secretly wishing she would eventually come to her senses. I just wanted her to be happy with someone that knows how to love her right 😭
One thing that caught me off guard when reading the final chapter is that all the times she mentioned beomgyu in her mind during intimacy with yeonjun on previous chapters it never really bothered me above the level of an eye roll, but when yeonjun's lips came to her mind while being with gyu it took me off! I had to stop reading and take a breath for 10min, it was such a weird mix of disbelief and betrayal. Probably because she was in an actually committed relationship with yeonjun, so her thinking of him while kissing the guy she ditched him for felt wrong-er. Also the moment guy called her a whore for sleeping with her boyfriend I so wished she would just punch his face, get up and go away. Him saving himself for was kinda cute though.
But I am more of an idiot than Oc and my heart is made of cheap butter, cause the moment beomgyu started sobbing I could not get myself to stay resentful or get angry at him anymore. I was going through all sorts of noo, baby it's ok... we love you along with oc 🤡 Either you wrote it too well or I am too weak.
Damm I guess Oc was right when she said those two dumbasses deserve each other.
are you sure that's a compliment? sounds like i'm predictable lmao
haha i feel like her mentioning yeonjun while with beomgyu wasn't the same because she was saying that she liked it with beomgyu more even if he wasn't as perfect as yeonjun while with yeonjun she was more wishing it was beomgyu. but yeah gyu was a real dick in that moment because he's very jealous and slightly toxic
honestly both of them haven't been the kindest to each other but we hope they can get their shit together and make it work because they gave us all and yeonjun enough grief lmao
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ONESHOT ALERT
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Ship: Damon x Klaus x OC (Fem)
Therapist friend
A hand turned the door knob on the wooden door. Charlotte's door. Damon peeked inside to find the short woman curled up on her blue sofa. Her shoulder length blonde hair bouncing around her face.
"Damon, welcome. What can I do you for?"
"I just needed a moment of peace and quiet, away from everyone, but I'm sorry if I'm intruding on something. I can leave..."
"Nonsense. You know I enjoy your company. So get over here," She gestured for him to come sit with her, "and get comfortable. I'm not doing anything else today."
She held out her hands for a hug. Damon obliged flopping down onto the young woman and wrapping his arms around her. His head rested on her chest.
"I'm watching a romantic comedy called, You've got Mail. You seen it?"
"No, I don't think so."
"You wanna watch it?"
"Not usually into chick flicks but today calls for one so sure."
"Ok."
The film started, but Charlotte didn't really watch it. She mostly stared down at the gorgeous man in her lap. With extra curly hair that framed his face perfectly, eyes you could drown in, full lips and some muscle, he could make any girl swoon. His sense of humor was adorable and Charlotte thought it funny when she was dubbed, 'Damon’s freshly found female friend'."
Her hand moved up to his hair, tangling her fingers in the soft fluff. Her other hand held him tight as he lay on top of her. His head rested on her chest, his face turned away to look at the TV.
After the film, the conversation started up again.
"You wanna talk about what happened today?"
"Yeah. It'll probably feel good to just get it all out."
"Yeah and I have ice cream for afterwards."
"It started a week ago with a roadtrip. Elena," Charlotte cringed at the mention of her name, " and I went to go see Jeremy. And while we stayed at a motel she tried to kiss me..."
"Wait while dating Stef?"
"Yes and I pushed her back, saying it wasn't right but she didn't care. She would've crushed my little brother's heart at the thought of spending one night with me. That's awful. And to be perfectly honest she's turning more into Katherine by the day. I don't think I'd be able to tell them apart anymore."
"I'm sorry. I get why that makes you upset. Especially since she is so close with Stef."
"Yeah, I'm scared she's going to hurt him like Katherine hurt me. I just can't with stupid dobbelgangers anymore. And I feel like such an idiot, wasting my emotions on someone like her. I'm sorry I'm rambling."
Charlotte used her vampiric strength to hoist Damon up further onto her, allowing him to bury his face in her neck.
"Emotions are never wasted. They're not always fun and they don't always seem useful, but they are never wasted or without meaning."
"To me it seems like they're never fun. Well except with one person..."
"Oh the secret boyfriend I'm not allowed to know about, huh? It's fine, I don't need to know who he is to be able to tell he makes you happy. I'm glad you found someone."
"Thank you, but I think you deserve to know."
"Oh and who is this mystery man?"
"Klaus Mikealson. And I'm gonna tell him you called him mystery man."
"Alright, I'm not really surprised."
"Wow. Your reaction was a lot more tame than Elena’s. She gave me a whole speech about how he tried to kill her."
"She always talks about herself first, doesn't she?"
"Yeah, well safe to say she wasn't impressed."
"Wait, you told her? Does Stef know?"
"No, actually she walked in on us making out. It's her fault, she didn't knock. And no I haven't told Stef yet, I think I'll wait on that."
"Yeah, probably a good idea."
The ring tone of Damon's phone cut through the air. Damon picked up without looking at the caller ID.
Elena’s voice shattered the golden silence.
"Damon, I know you're mad about the kiss, but quite frankly you need to get over-"
Charlotte snatched the phone and ended the call. Damon sighed, digging his head further into the woman's neck.
"Charlie, can I stay here tonight? Just to get away. I know I'm annoying but I'd really appreciate it."
"Why do you do that?" Her tone was sharp.
"Do what?"
"Why do you hate yourself so loudly? That's the third time you've said something negative about yourself, today alone. Seriously you could use some positive inner dialogue. But yes you can stay. You can even phone Klaus if you want to. Tell him to come over?"
"Really, how do you know him?"
"Believe it or not, he's been here many times. In exactly the same position as you. Talking to me about some mystery boyfriend he had. So you spilled his secret as well. Something you two have in common."
Damon laughed.
"Yes, 'cause you're the most cuddly person in Mystic Falls. And for that reason, I'm staying right here. Can you put on some music?"
"Ok sure. If you hand me my phone, I can call Klaus and put on some music."
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Klaus walked into the familiar apartment to find his boyfriend curled up on top of his friend. Damon snoring away while Charlie stared into space. He smiled.
"He stole my spot."
"Shame."
#damon salvatore#i ship it#klaus mikaelson#tvd#tvd damon#klamon#oneshot#tvd oneshot#damon x reader#klaus x reader#why am i like this
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Heyyy, guess what time it isss 🤭 my long ass rant has arrived, buckel up, because this part gave me everything, it was magestic, poetic, beautiful, gut wrenching and everything in between, yeah
Once again I have to say this, but I love their dynamic, how oc and jk understand each other even when it comes to the hangovers and tiredness, love that for them
And also this(?(? "Jungkook knew you liked chocolate the most, but he did not want to brag about the three taxis he had to take to eight different shops to get it for you." Like he's the standarddddd
And these aswell?
“I’ll find you,” he said, and your heart threatened to stop. “I’ll always find you.”
“My love,” he said, sliding closer to you on the bed. You felt very light-headed. “Anything’s fair to me when it comes to you. Stay and let me make you happy.”
LIKE GIRL ME TOOOOO, IT'S LIKE I'M HAVING TACHYCARDIA, HE'S TOO DAMN MUCH (I will die on this hill that love or my love are elite pet names mhm)
“I’m happy,” you said. “This is right where I’ve always wanted to be. I’m not going anywhere.”
And also oc being more open and confident with time about their feelings, reassuring him and herself, and overall opening her arms for that second chance, it's just ugh, the grown, the maturity, the determinationnnnn.
“Did you know,” he whispered, his words punctuated by heavy breaths and your lips smacking against each other, “that I dreamt about you—on the night before you showed up at the company—as our manager—?”
“I’m not going to shut up about how much I love you, though,” he whispered.
JFC SOMEONE GET ME A LOVE LIKE THISSSS, I. LOVE. THEM. Happiness simply looks so pretty in them, really I'm gagged
And Jungkook had already tried it before: this method of not telling you and hoping to find a way out of a predicament that he’d allowed Sid to put him in. It hadn’t been successful. He had no intention of trying it again.
And also this more of a serious topic, I did have the uncertainty about what jk would choose and show based on the videos, but I'm so so glad and proud of him for approaching oc first and expressing his fears and reasoning, great job buddy c:
Also fuck Sid, that's my motto in life
Right away, just from the tone of your voice alone, Jungkook knew that Sid had lost. He’d lost and he didn’t even know it yet. The two of you had already won.
YEAH GET HIS ASS, GET HIM FOR ME, oooh how I love when bad bitchess have such determination yes yes. And that last line made me so happy, they deserve this, they really do <3 <3
If it didn't seem clear enough from this ask, I adore this series, your writing and style of storytelling, thanks for this (and also I'm falling asleep while writing this, so if something makes no sense, or if I randomly say something in Spanish or a brand new language created by my sleepy self, please ignore it, thank you very much).
i love this so muchhhh 😭😭 my love, i truly hope you sleep well, because i will be seeing your message in my dreams and grinning like an absolute idiot the whole time 🥲
seriously though, thank you so much!!!! it means the world to me (and it's still crazy and unbelievable to my little brain??) to know that reading that made you feel real emotions!!!!!!! the ones i have also felt!!!!!!! like omg!!!!!
you are A GIFT 🥺🤍 thank you so much 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍
#ask#alanniys#taexual; sleepwalking#bABE YOU'RE CASUALLY THROWING IN 'TACHYCHARDIA' WHILE YOU'RE FALLING ASLEEP????#I AM AFRAID OF YOUR WRITING ABILITIES WHEN YOU ARE FULLY AWAKE!!!!!!#you are my sunshine on this cloudy day i love you so much#the way i click post on every new chapter with shaky hands#is NOTHING compared to the way you make my heart shake with your messages 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍
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May I ask you a question: why do you like Diego and Ismelda? I'm not their hater, just neutural on them, but I can't get why some people like them.
Oh that's okay, nice of you to ask (some people would just attack). (Please excuse the length and any misspellings).
For starters, I have a tendency to like unlikable characters, yes as simple as that. No, no characters like Merula who you're supposed to hate or be enemies with, but characters supposed to annoy or make the person interacting/reading roll their eyes. That's how I made some of my best friendships in school.
I won't go in depth why I chose them to ship with my ocs (I encourage you to go through my shipping tags if you'd like) also because it's a whole other topic and I'll end up writing a bible here. I'll try as much as I can not use headcanons cause those will mean nothing to you, but I think is worth to say what I, Bee, think of them is not what my MC thinks of them and I would say she has a rocky start with these two as anyone.
First Ismelda.
I guess my liking if Ismelda gets a bit deeper than just liking a character I find nice, I actually see some of my school experiences on her. I wasn't emo doing grusome comments at all, but I was this outcast who thought of herself as this unappealing, unattractive, and uninteresting person who almost everyday wished she could be homeschooled because I just didn't have the patience to witness other people's bullshit. I wrote sad poetry for people just like her! I took 6 years in the same school to finally find a real friend because the others kept leaving me.
So in some points I can't help but sympathize with what she's going through. Being alone, seeing the only friend you have slip away to someone you can't possibly compete with - I was not an MC in school, I was Ismelda! -, being unattractive in a place where everyone looks at least cute, getting the side-eye for going against the grain. I have no sister, no negligent family, but as human I can empathize with her troubles.
Besides points I can sympathize with, I like some of her attitude of screw everyone and what everyone thinks, which is a perspective I sort of took after years of being laughed at. On the gruesomeness aspect, my last fandom, that I'm still in, is Hannibal, so I'm not unfamiliar to gruesome and cannibal jokes, characters being terrible to each other and we still shipping them and joking about them, and idk stabbing people? In media ofc xD
Also HER BARK IS MUCH HARSHER THAN HER BITE. People often comment negatively about her on the things she says, but it's obviously for shock value, when threat appears she's pissing her pants and it's not fooling anyone. It's hilarious to me like watching a lil baby puppy trying to seem threatening, sometimes we even place a finger on their mouth so they can bite us softly.
The 'haha I wish Voldemort was back' is her being at the same time an idiot, a product of her house (let's not forget at this period in time Slytherin is full of straight up DE kids with DE ideals), and unknowledgeable about what it all means. She hasn't been, as far as I know, directly affected by the 1st Wizarding War like Barnaby or Merula - those two literally had their stupid ass parents taken away.
I also like to watch JC try poorly to build her an arc. The placing of Crushed for example is off, happening after many dating SQs, but is there her arc begins - she has a stiff moral compass that gets a lil loose after that -, then we have the Sphinx club where she's way less hostile, the Quibbler SQ where they do all sorts of weird stuff to her but I wanna talk about it another time, and the Great Cook Off where she actually apologizes for overreacting. She's not a fully baked character, she's a caricature of the emo girl and I like to watch her development, and even when there's no visible development, I find humor.
I don't like everything she does or everything she says - but I don't even like Barnaby a 100% of the time - but I know it's fertile ground where a great character can grow.
As for Diego this might be shorter because I've known him for less time in the game.
Diego is extroverted, he's confident, and he's always eager to help. People's problem with him comes mostly from he's flashy, he has a grandiose sense of self, and that he s flirty. And none of those things are aspects I take trouble with.
I've said before, this talking in third person, calling himself 'great', 'the best' is a way of asserting himself to himself and others. And there's nothing wrong with that as there's nothing wrong with being a shy introvert. So far, he has placed himself high without ever placing someone down and he gives praise where praise is due.
As being flirty, which people really seem to hate and I really see no harm. Is not like he tried to kiss MC or said something inappropriate. I find it quite endearing actually. I'm gonna guess JC wanted to make him a Don Juan but landed on Johnny Bravo and I'm here having a laugh about it.
The 'omg he thinks he's the best but but MC never lost a duel to him' argument is so stupid to me, because the duels we do value nothing, if we lose a duel the game makes you pay to do another one as many times as we need. The value is in things known and said, Diego is literally a dueling instructor - probably placed as such by Flitwick. Unfortunately when we duel him is not like the game allows us to lose, is different from Penny's potion making, where she makes it while we sit and watch and even before we see her doing a potion, we're told she's the best at it and she's knows she is.
Diego has shown to be, besides his more prominent characteristics, to be thoughtful, always willing to help, and enthusiastic. He never shies away from the blame, he encourages others, and he's eager to listen to others. But like Ismelda he's really underdeveloped and underused.
One point to make would be his personality vibes with my MC's personality. She's an extrovert, she likes to think she's desired, she takes pride in the abilities she acquired along her curse breaking.
To conclude, do I think you should like them? It'd be nice for me to have someone to talk about them with, but it's not about what I want. You don't have to like them, all I ask from people is respected, specially on other people's content. I have characters I don't like in the game (I didn't max out Tulip on purpose, and Andre who was starting to grow on me had a big reset lately), so I won't try to force them down your throat, but you won't see me dragging them down.
Your ask was why I like them and if all said wasn't enough, the simple answer is they're both ridiculous and the make me laugh and smile. I'd like to have them as friends.
#they are underwritten#underused#but they're so funny#and i just find them so intriguing#my ocs deserve happiness so I gave them these idiots#ask#hphm#hogwarts mystery#ismelda murk#diego caplan#sorry i went on a tangent many times#it took me like an hour to write this xD
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may I please request a heartbreaking angst drabble where jungkook cheats on the oc with her best friend and is completely heartless about it
thank you in advance ✨
THE AMOUNT OF JK ANGST REQUESTS I RECEIVED 😭damn jk stans ... are u ok?
anyway ... here u go bc I love me some angst too 🤣
pairing: cheater!jk x oc
genre: angst
warnings: infidelity, heartbreak, oc deserves better friends and a better man
words: 1, 235
“Wait—can we talk—please? Please look at me—” The desperation in his voice is clear when you turn around, face thunderous while the flutter of your dress swings with the motion.
“What is there to talk about, Jungkook? You humiliated me in front of my parents—in front of everyone,” you seethe, teeth barring when you poke into the pocket of his suit blazer. Your eyes strain to the rose tucked prettily inside.
You were allergic.
“I know, I know,” He exasperates, hands reaching out in an attempt to hold your arms down, “I’m sorry.”
The weather is too bright for you to be outside the wedding hall, your hands holding onto the heavy drapes of your dress as your makeup thaws under the blazing heat. The birds are singing a tune you’re unfamiliar with, a mocking cry to a special day turned sour.
“What the fuck is sorry going to do?” You hiss, “And you don’t know Jungkook. If you did you would’ve never fucked up the way you did today.”
Jungkook stands with a forlorn expression, his hands draped helplessly by his side as he attempts to assess your features. But the only thing you allow him to see is the vexation that plagues your skin, the usual, polished and prim girl was no longer there—but was replaced with a re-extinguished flame and he was the only person to blame.
“I didn’t mean for them to find out!” He defends, eyes scrunching in annoyance when you hurl out accusations in the open air, for the wind to breeze past and for the leaves to trickle down.
“What were you even thinking?” You sneer, pushing at his chest in hopes of transferring the ache in your own to him. Whatever transference of energy that you could ever conjure is poured out into your fingertips, even as they shake. “God—why couldn’t you have fucked Soojin after the wedding? Why before you were meant to walk the aisle? Huh? Am I a fucking joke to you, Jungkook?”
Jungkook’s jaw ticks, a sign that he was attempting to level out his own anger the more you retaliate with your grating tongue; unapologetic when you stare him down with eyes of a snake, venomous and hostile when you recall the events that unfolded.
“You said we could see other people!” He exclaims, throwing his hands in the air as a futile attempt to reason with you.
You laugh humourlessly, “Not on the day of our wedding, Jungkook.” You say softly, “Not when my parents and your parents, and the hundreds of business associates in that damn hall are waiting for me to walk down that aisle.”
He purses his lips.
“My best friend,” You scoff in disbelief, a tight smile appearing on your face, “She took being there for you a little too literally, huh?”
Your emotions took a one-eighty, the subdued tone in your voice escapes your lips when you stare blankly ahead, eyes far away from Jungkook’s face. You couldn’t bear to look at him, not when the last thing you remembered was seeing him and Soojin, in the dressing room of the bride—making love to one another like it was the very last time they could do so.
You were the villain, the person in-between their love story. The person Jungkook’s obligated to where his heart lays in your best friends palm. You were the instigator to the events that unfolded, the same person that gave Jungkook the ammunition to wreak havoc and destroy your heart. There was no way he would’ve known Soojin otherwise.
“We’re not marrying for love,” He reminds you in a soft voice.
You scoff, shaking your head.
“Did you think I wasn’t aware?” You narrow your eyes at him, taking an intimidating step into his direction so that you’re nearly pressed up against his chest, “I never asked you to love me, Jungkook. I asked you to respect me. And you couldn’t even do that.”
Jungkook’s eyes darts away, a mechanism he opts for to push aside the guilt that eats him whole.
“I’m not stupid, Jungkook. But you made me look like an absolute fool in there. While I was mingling with your family and telling them how much you’ve taken care of me, how much you’ve loved me throughout our engagement—you were fucking my best friend in broad daylight. All while I had to put on a plastic smile and pretend like I was happy.” You say hoarsely, “you found your happiness in a loveless marriage. You couldn’t even pretend to be happy with me for a day?” You finish in a soft whisper, fists clenching by your side.
Jungkook sighs, a deep exhale that has him moving forward until his arms are wrapped around your body; all while you try to level your breathing so that you wouldn’t cry. But it’s to no avail, especially when he whispers apologies like they meant something into your hair, his strong arms rubbing soothing circles onto your shoulder blades. He holds you almost like a lover would—but you would be an idiot to burn twice.
“I’m so sorry,” he croaks, “I couldn’t help myself … I just—I wanted to be in love, I wanted to feel loved.”
You wanted to scream. Because Jungkook was smart, a son to two genius’ and a genius himself—excelling in everything he did and topped medical school—but he was so stupid; that he couldn’t even see that you were trying. That you tried so hard to love him.
And that you did.
You sink into his hold even if it’s temporary, even if his heart is set on you only when you’re vulnerable. Because he would never love you at your best, never love you if it weren’t for show.
“I’m still going to marry you.”
Jungkook’s arms rest loosely around your waist, a pause in his ministrations as he considers your words.
“I disrespected you,” Jungkook says softly.
You bite your tongue because, amongst all the other things he’s done, the disrespect hurt the least.
“And I’ve told white lies my entire life, Jungkook. At least now I have the dress to match.”
You push him off and swipe at your tears, taking a deep breath as you compose yourself. It’s terrifying how in just two seconds you were smiling widely, as if your heart wasn’t shattering in your ribcage, or that you had to walk into that wedding hall and marry a man that didn’t love you and would return to where his heart laid the moment it was all over. And that everyone knew where he’d run to if he had the wings to fly.
You smile, even if your face is tight. You take the first step to return to the hall, to tell everyone that your love for Jungkook was stronger than anything else and that you’d move past this. Even as you keep Soojin by your side. Because a friendship of two decades with a woman that’s seen you through your worst is just as important—if not more, than the person you fell in love with.
Just as you’re about to leave, his hand darts out to grab at your wrist to turn you around.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, murmuring the words into your hair when he presses a kiss to it.
You smile. Again. You smell her on him.
You turn.
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MAGIC SHOP | JJK (10)
Description: You and Jungkook were best friends who were in love with each other. What would happen when Soojin, your half sister who you’re trying to impress, told you she’s in love with Jungkook too?
Alternatively:
“Would you believe me if I said that I was scared of everything too?”
Pairing: Architect!Jungkook x Architect!Reader
Genre: childhood best friends to lovers, family drama, angst, fluff, idiots to lovers, pining, slice of life au.
Warnings: mention of drugs (OC’s mom is a drug addict) character death, alcohol, psychological manipulation, physical abuse,
Chapter’s OST: Rewrite the Stars by James Arthur and Anne-Marie
Word Count: 3.8k
Series: CHAPTER 9 | CHAPTER 11
You moved into the mansion of the Kims a few months prior to Jong-in's death, meaning you met Soojin before Jungkook met her.
Back then, it was just you and your sister. No Jungkook in sight, no Jungkook to mess up with Soojin's heart.
Most importantly, Jungkook was exclusively yours. He was your best friend when you were six, but he became Soojin's crush when you were sixteen.
"What's that?" Sixteen years old Soojin asked upon seeing you open a purple box wrapped into a fancy ribbon.
"Oh," you stopped fiddling with the box to look at Soojin. She was still wearing her gown even though the party had ended hours ago.
You and Soojin celebrated your sixteenth birthday today—wait. This wasn't right. Admittedly, you didn't get to celebrate at all. Everyone was focused on your sister. She said she wanted a big party and because her family loved her so much, they gave her what she wanted.
How could they say no to the youngest and only daughter of Kim Taemin?
They were wrong though. Soojin wasn't the only daughter of Taemin. You existed too. The Kims just didn't know you were a part of their family too.
All they knew was that you're one of the charity cases of the head of their family. The Kims thought Taemin saw potential in you that was why he sheltered you. Taemin made his family think you're going to be an asset in Castle Architectural Firm, that allowing you to live in their mansion would pay off soon.
They were wrong. You were not an asset. You were a liability.
"It's a gift..." Sixteen years old you answered Soojin, a smile bloomed on your face as you ran your thumb over the ribbon. "Jungkook gave me a gift for my birthday."
Jungkook was the one and only person who remembered to give you a present. You said it wasn't necessary, that you're already content with the fact that he didn't forget your special day.
"Special people deserve gifts, Tiger." You remembered Jungkook telling this to you while ruffling your hair and scrunching his nose. "You're a gift too! A blessing who makes me happy."
Your heart fluttered at that. Jeon Jungkook really believed you were a blessing.
"Jungkook?" Soojin folded her arms over her chest, her brows furrowed. "As in Jeon Jungkook? My escort Jungkook?"
Your sister gave you a wild look, as if she couldn't believe someone like Jungkook would give you a present.
"Yes." You answered, avoiding her gaze.
Jungkook attended Soojin's sweet sixteenth party. Today was actually the first time they saw each other. Taemin realized it's time for his daughter and son's best friend to meet, mainly because they could be partners in the future.
This was Taemin's plan all along. The only reason why it took him long to introduce them together was because of you. He was afraid Jungkook would accidentally reveal to the Kims about you being an illegitimate child.
Taemin brushed off this worry now. He knew Jungkook cared about you, he wouldn't just go around telling people about your secret. Besides, he's a grown man already. He could handle secrets.
Originally, Jungkook attended the party because he wanted to see you. He wasn't at the venue for Soojin, he was just a guest anyway. Unfortunately, Yugyeom, Soojin's escort, couldn't make it since he was sick. This forced Jungkook to act on behalf of Yugyeom—to be a proxy.
Soojin was too proud to ask her brothers to stand and sit beside her throughout the entire program. She didn't want to look like no other boys wanted to be her so-called 'date' during her birthday celebration so she accepted Jungkook.
Soojin instantly fell for him. How could she not? Jungkook was perfect. He was endearing. His presence emanated comfort. It was probably because he had this soft look in his brown eyes and lips that were always forming into a gentle smile.
It was like you were safe when you're around him, as if nothing could ever go wrong. He looked at you and brought you into another world, a world where everything was sunshine and butterflies.
"But why?" Soojin whined. She was glaring at you. "Why would Jungkok give you a present? It's my birthday! Not yours!"
Of course she didn't know it was your birthday too. Taemin told you to keep it a secret for a while. You agreed because you didn't want the Kims to hate you. You wanted them to be comfortable around you before you revealed the truth to them.
Because if they ended up hating you, where would you go? Sin-ae barely acknowledged your presence in this house. You remembered her sneering at her husband for taking an 'orphan' in their custody.
One wrong move in your part and you'd belong in the trash can. Your mother wasn't fit to look after you anymore. Even if you wanted to go with her, you couldn't. The law wouldn't allow it. She was a danger to you. She was a druggie.
"Did you steal it?" Soojin scurried towards your direction, grabbing the box and hissing when you gaped at her.
"This is mine. Look! It says happy birthday!" Soojin threw daggers at you before opening the box. She gasped upon seeing a set of Farnsworth House LEGO Architecture, prompting her to believe that the gift definitely belonged to her.
Soojin's dream was to be an architect.
"N-No, Soojin-ah. Jungkok gave that—"
"Liar!" Your sister was fuming. She held the box in her arms firmly. "It's for me! You just stole it!"
You shook your head as you tried to take back what's yours. Regrettably, Soojin was unrelenting. She pushed your chest away, causing you to tumble down.
Soojin looked taken aback. She didn't mean to harm you. It's just that you're getting on her nerves.
"Oh my! I'm sorry!" Her eyes widened. She finally let go of the gift box to help you get up, however before you could reach for her hands, the door of your room swung open, revealing your father.
"What is happening here?" His voice sounded like loud thunder, startling Soojin. Her eyes dilated more, fear consumed her immediately that she ended up sputtering lies.
"Dad! This orphan stole Jungkook's gift for me!" She didn't mean it. She didn't want to lie, but she was scared. She knew how this scene looked like. You were on the floor, she was reaching out to you. Anyone who didn't know what happened would immediately think she hurt you.
She did, although Soojin didn't want to acknowledge that.
"I—I didn't steal anything!" You raised your voice because just like Soojin, you were afraid too. You were afraid and frustrated. Your father was looking at you as if you had disappointed him. You always looked up to Taemin, the fact that he was staring at you like that pained you.
"It's my birthday too! Jungkook and I are best friends! H-He gave me a gift." You trembled as you explained.
Soojin just scoffed though.
"Why do you keep lying? It's not your birthday! You're an orphan! Your parents probably left you on a gutter." She looked at you like you were a piece of garbage. "I know you don't have an identity but please stop stealing what's mine."
You couldn't believe it. Soojin was so mean that tears uncontrollably trickled down your face.
"I'm not an orphan. I have a family—"
Your father cut you off by directing his glare to your sister.
"Soojin." He uttered sternly. "Stop being mean to her. She's your sister."
"She is not my sister!" Soojin groaned. "I don't want her lying ass to be part of our family—"
"I told you to stop it!" You didn't know why your heartbeat doubled upon hearing your father's scream.
Was it because you're happy he was finally defending you? Or was it because you felt bad for your sister? He didn't have to shout at her face like that.
Soojin thought the same way too. Taemin never once raised his voice at her.
"I hate you! You don't love me anymore!" Soojin shoved her father's chest and then she stormed out of the room to go to her mother.
Everything happened as fast as Soojin's tears cascaded down her cheeks. She was annoyed and hurt and betrayed. She told Sin-ae the same lies she said to her father: that you stole Jungkook's gift for her and instead of being reprimanded, Taemin sided with you.
Sin-ae was raging upon knowing this. She was screaming bloody murder. She didn't understand why Taemin sided with an orphan like you instead of Soojin, his biological daughter.
"Because she's my daughter too! My flesh and blood!"
Chaos.
The Kims were in chaos when Taemin finally admitted the truth. He did it because he was getting tired of Sin-ae's loud voice, he also couldn't listen to Soojin's whine anymore. He was triggered by the way his two sons looked at him too—as if he was a scum.
It was a heartbreaking day for the Kims, but it was the time when you felt like you could finally breathe.
You missed calling Taemin 'father,' for months, he trained you to call him 'Sir.' Now that his family knew the truth, everything could go back to normal.
Except it didn't happen.
The Kims were colder to you. Sin-ae's actions were mostly uncalled for. She hated you to death. You were aware Seokjin and Namjoon felt the same way as well.
But Soojin....she wasn't like the rest of them.
"So you're really my sister, huh?" Soojin raised a brow at you two weeks after she found out the truth. She ignored you for days so you were surprised now that she was speaking to you again.
"Y-Yeah." You looked away, bracing yourself with the nasty things you thought she'd say.
Soojin simply smiled though.
"Great! I always wanted a sister! I'm happy I have you!" And then she embraced you.
It was an odd feeling, but it didn't mean you hated it. You were actually grateful for Soojin. She always reminded you that you two were siblings.
"I'm your sister, that means you're gonna do anything for me, right?"
You nodded. You always did. Anything for lovely Soojin.
"Help me get close to Jungkook! He's so nice! I wanna be friends with him too!"
It was fine. Everything was fine. Everything was going well. You were happy. Very, very happy.
You had Soojin. She loved you. She treated you like a family even though your father, your own father, was cold to you.
You believed he'd be able to show you how much he loved you the moment the truth was revealed. Sadly, you're wrong.
Taemin became distant. He barely looked at you. He didn't even defend you when Sin-ae did something terrible.
It was just Soojin who helped you. She sometimes defended you from her mother.
"Mother! Don't shout at her! She just wants to have fun. Midterm week is really stressful." You remembered the time your sister stopped her mother from slapping you.
You were seventeen that time. Soojin wanted to go to a club and party hard because midterm week, just like what she had said, was super stressful. Soojin forced you to go with her. She got drunk but you couldn't. Who would take care of her if you chose to drink too?
You had to drag Soojin home and help her sober up. Unfortunately, Sin-ae found out about what happened. Soojin told her mother it was your idea to go clubbing.
You didn't have the heart to go against your sister. She's your only ally. Besides, she saved you from her mother. She cared about you.
"Do not defend her, Kim Soojin! She's an abomination. She's gonna drag you down with her!" Regrettably, Sin-ae couldn't be stopped. She still ended up beating the shit out of you.
Soojin cried upon seeing you covered with bruises and blood. She kept apologizing but you simply brushed her off.
"Did you at least have fun?" You asked her.
Soojin only cried harder. You were always there for her. She appreciated that, she really did. But it wasn't enough to come clean to Sin-ae. She didn't want to look like a brat in front of her mother.
Sin-ae was the only one who loved Soojin with all of her heart. Your sister suspected that your father knew about the bad things she had been doing and that she's just putting the blame on you. She wasn't sure why Taemin was acting blind though.
Why hadn't he said anything? Why was he allowing her to continue to hurt you?
Soojin would probably never know the answer. This was why she didn't want to get on her mother's bad side. If ever Taemin decided he couldn't tolerate her anymore, then Soojin could at least seek the help of her mother.
But it was hard for Soojin. She felt bad when every time she blamed you for her wrongdoings, she saw how Taemin discreetly shook his head as if he's telling her he's disappointed with her.
You noticed it too. You were certain your father was ignoring the fact that you were hurt just so he could save Soojin's face.
At the age of nineteen, you finally confronted Taemin about this. You honestly didn't care that your sister was putting all the blame in you. You could handle it. What you hated was when your father pretended like you didn't exist, like he wasn't bothered Sin-ae was hurting you.
It was unfair. He hated your mother for physically abusing you before. Why couldn't he stop his wife from doing the same thing?
Was it because he loved Sin-ae?
It didn't matter. His reason didn't matter. You were done. You had to tell him what you feel.
So you did.
"Tell me, father..." You glowered as you harshly wiped the blood on the side of your mouth.
Sin-ae slapped you again. She hurt you because you accidentally broke her favorite teacup.
"Why are you always so hard on me?" You made sure to give him the most somber look you could muster, thinking it would cause him to feel something.
Love maybe? Or guilt?
You realized Taemin wasn't guilty the moment he responded to your question.
"Because I want you to be strong."
Such a cruel thing to say.
"This isn't how you make someone strong, father. You're not helping me—" You smiled although it didn't reach your eyes."—You're breaking me."
"Hey, are you still there?" You snapped out of your trance when you heard Jimin spoke.
He was on the other line, video calling you.
"Yeah. Sorry." You bit your bottom lip, smiling sheepishly at your roommate. It was the middle of the night in New York yet he still chose to call you—to be with you during this hard time. The least thing you could do was pay attention to him. "What were you saying again?"
Jimin sighed, not because he had to repeat his statement, but because he was worried about you. You always listened to him despite being tired. This was the first time you seemed so...out of it.
You could not focus on anything else. All that was on your mind was your father.
Your father who just died.
He died four days after you went back to Seoul.
"Tae said he couldn't make it. He's..." Jimin swallowed hard. He wasn't sure what words to use to describe your brother's current state. "He's devastated. He locked himself in your room after I told him what happened. Yoongi-hyung tried to talk to him but he doesn't want to see anyone right now."
You were positive Taehyung regretted his decision to stay in New York. You knew you should be comforting him right now, telling him that it's okay, that he couldn't possibly know that your father was going to die.
But you couldn't say any of those things. You'd be lying if you said you didn't resent him.
You did.
If Taehyung was here, you'd at least have the chance to talk to your father. Sin-ae wouldn't succeed in pushing you away if you just came with Taehyung.
It was unfair. Taehyung couldn't see your father because he was thousands of miles away from home. But you?
You were here. You were a few feet away from your father, yet you didn't get the chance to see him.
You were willing to see Taemin. Taehyung wasn't. He was given a chance. You weren't.
The world was unfair.
You had every right to hate your father after everything he had put you through; however, you couldn't. Not really. You loved him more than you hated him.
He was your father. He was mean to you for more than ten years, but he was also kind to you when you were younger. He wasn't always by your side, but you still felt how much he loved you.
"But don't worry, okay? He'll come around. Yoongi-hyung and I aren't going to give up on him." Jimin assured you.
"Thanks, Jimin-ah." The smile you rendered was sweet, you even batted your eyelashes at him, making him blush.
It wasn't your intention to flirt with Jimin or to string him along. But you were drunk. As fuck.
It seemed like this was the only thing you're good at. Sin-ae didn't let you see her husband, not before he died and not even after he died.
You weren't allowed to step foot in the mansion too. Your brothers, as much as they wanted to side with you, stopped themselves. Their mother was their priority. Sin-ae acted as if she's going to faint whenever you were around.
Seokjin and Namjoon didn't have a choice but to tell you to go. Soojin, on the other hand, didn't have a say in the matter. Literally. She was too injured to even speak.
And Jungkook...
Ah. Jeon Jungkook.
Damn Jeon Jungkook who couldn't leave you alone.
The first time you saw him after two years, he looked at you indifferently, like everything had changed. But when it's just the two of you, it was like the past nineteen months didn't happen.
He was back in your life. He was acting like a damn lost puppy, always following you.
Even now actually.
You were currently in a bar. You knew it's too early to be here, the sun was still shining brightly. You didn't care though. You had nothing better to do anyway.
You were sick staring at the cracked ceiling of your motor lodge room. Yeah, that's right. You were so broke you couldn't even afford to rent a decent hotel room.
Jungkook offered to let you stay in his apartment though. You were just too stubborn to agree.
You were tired of his face too. He's everywhere. He was on your mind, in your heart, and in the bar too. Admittedly, you could feel his piercing glare.
Jungkook was seated on a table near the window while you settled on a bar stool on the bar counter.
You realized Jungkook listened to your threat. You specifically told him just this morning that you didn't want him near you. He should at least be four meters away in order to be allowed in the same place as you.
You didn't need him to baby you, to try and fix you. You were sad because your father died, he's worried, you got it, but he was getting out of his way for you.
Jungkook rented the unit next to your room. When you confronted him about it, he only snorted.
"Why? I like this room. I happened to like my neighbor too. What are you gonna do about it?" He was challenging you.
Jungkook always got what he wanted, one way or another. He wanted to be with you. He tried inviting you to his home but you declined, the only way he could think of was to move next to your place.
In his defense, he was worried. The motel building didn't look safe. What if someone came to harm you?
Besides, he wanted to be there for you. He missed almost two years of your life. You got away because he didn't fight harder.
The moment Jungkook saw you again, he swore he wouldn't make the same mistake.
He would fight anyone—anything to have you, to restore your relationship.
"You're drunk." Jimin laughed when you lost your balance, almost falling from the chair.
You had been talking to Jimin for two hours now. He was doing a good job distracting you from the pain of losing someone. You appreciated it. You really did.
You were glad he could laugh with you. Being sad when someone's sad was overrated. They were just adding to the negative feeling that’s already existing. You were happy Jimin wasn't acting as if you were suddenly made of glass.
He always respected your feelings instead of trying to fix you.
"No, I'm not." You giggled, squinting your eyes and biting your lip. "I still see one Jimin. Your pretty face is clear to me, baby. I can see your angel eyes, your plump lips—" You hiccupped.
Jimin laughed again.
"If you're calling me baby, then you're really drunk."
"What if I want to call yo—" You weren't able to finish what you were saying when the line had been cut off.
Someone else was calling you.
You didn't usually answer unknown callers, but you were drunk and not thinking clearly.
"Who is this—"
"Stop calling that boy."
You didn't have to ask who the caller was. You already knew him. His voice wasn't always cold. As a matter of fact, this was the first time he gave you this kind of tone.
Jungkook was always warm and soft. A fire, you would say.
This time, however, he was cold and firm. An ice, you would say.
"Why?" You enquired when you overcame the feeling of being surprised.
Your breath hitched though when you heard him growl from the other line.
"You're seriously asking me that?" He cackled as goosebumps appeared on your skin.
You inhaled sharply, turning your head to look at him. You were curious. You wanted to see if Jungkook was really the person you're talking to right now.
But it was a mistake.
Looking at Jungkook was a mistake.
Jungkook was looking at you through hooded eyes. His phone was pressed against his ear, his right hand was tightly holding a glass of bourbon. Neat.
You shivered, especially when he said these words:
"Because I'm damn jealous."
A/N: i tried to finish this as soon as possible so i can watch attack on titan already. ahhhh!!!! i was recently introduced to anime (i’m so late i know) but please pleaseeee i beg you to recommend me your favorite anime! i don’t ‘really’ have preference, as long as it’s not PURE romance. 💜
#jungkook fluff#jungkook angst#ficswithluv#jungkook x reader#jungkook x y/n#jungkook x you#armywriterssupport#jungkook best friend#jungkook best friends to lovers#best friend jungkook
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Ri-Liamo de Bergerac (Happy birthday Zoehanji )
Happy birthday @zoehanji !!!!!
Original Post date: 04/27/21 at 9:52PM EST (4/28 where you are celebrating your birthday!!!)
I have no idea when we started talking but we did, somewhere in the beginning of my writing journey on this site. Even though I still consider myself to be a beginner here. Thank you for being my friend and being a fellow long distance cousin, as our relative in common would be Drama Whore! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
I hope you enjoy this. I know that Fast Forward has always been one of your favorites.
The Book: TRH and Beyond
Pairing: Liam x Riley / Maxwell x Taylor (Maxwell x F!OC)
Warnings: Sexual Innuendo and fluff.
Word Count: 1889
Summary: Maxwell and Taylor go on their first date. Both are nervous and ask Liam and Riley for an assist.
A/N: This is a little similar version of Cyrano de Bergerac, not in the take that someone has a big nose, no one does, but the aspect of someone getting help in a conversation by using someone else’s words. I did ask around to see if anyone had done something similar to this. No one recalled of a similar story, so any similarities to anything currently on the fandom is completely unintentional.
I also used @theworldofprompts prompt: "All my life I've been searching for an answer as to where I belong. Then I met you and everything changed. You treated me like I deserved to be treated and you made me feel like I had a home. I don't want to lose that. I don't want to lose you." which will appear in bold.
Song inspiration for this. I heard this song while i was desperately needing to calm down while i was listening to the calm station on my pandora and I came across this song and enjoyed it so, so here it is for you all to enjoy too. I feel like it has a little sweet nervous energy, but then the music builds like you’re getting used to being with someone. it’s truly a beautiful piece.
First Love by Yiruma
I don’t own rights to the music. But i’m quickly becoming a Yiruma fan. Every song was amazing that i heard today and it had such a unique feel. I could pick them when they started playing on pandora.
Riley raised her eyebrow at Maxwell. She saw him pacing nervously as he kept glancing in Taylor's direction. Taylor was completely oblivious as she had her nose buried in a book she'd gotten from the estate library.
Finally Maxwell had psyched himself up. He walked over to Taylor sitting in the lawn chair next to her.
"Hey Softie."
Taylor put down her book, as did Ellie as she was sharing the oversized lounge chair in the sun with Taylor. Both lifted their sunglasses to their hair.
"Lord Playlist?"
"So I was wondering if you want to have dinner tonight."
"Silly Uncle Maxwell, we eat dinner every night." Ellie confirmed matter of factly.
"What Riley Jr. said." Both Taylor and Ellie picked up their books again, sliding their glasses back to cover their eyes.
Riley laughed to herself. Oh my God Taylor she thought. She is absolutely adorably clueless.
Liam laughed softly. He gently rubbed Riley's stomach.
"Aren't you glad we're married? We don't have to do that."
"You were never like that."
Liam blushed. "I felt like that when I talked to you the first time. I don't even remember what I said on the street to you. I was so dumbfounded by your beauty."
"You don't remember me being so awkward, Liam?"
Liam shook his head. "You… were perfect, is all I remember, My Love."
A light blush hit Max's cheeks.
"What I meant Softie, was you and me alone, away from the estate."
Taylor slowly lowered the book again, her eyes slowly meeting Maxwell’s.
"So like a date?"
"I mean date is a strong word, but it could be an accurate one. Two people dressed nicely eating food together at the same table. I mean I'm not opposed to the idea if you are."
"Auntie Taylor likes food, and to dress nicely. You should see Auntie Taylor's dress for the ball. I picked it!!!!!"
"Excuse me Miss Crown Princess read your book."
"So… whaddya say Softie? Dinner tonight?"
"Sure. Riley Jr. nailed it pretty much."
"Great! I'll meet you out front at seven."
Great."
"I swear this baby likes to just sit in there and poke my bladder for fun." Riley tried to roll out of the lounge chair she was on. “A little help Liam?”
Liam immediately jumped up to assist Riley to her feet.
"You just went thirty minutes ago."
"You tell your daughter that."
Liam affectionately rubbed her stomach, kneeling to plant a soft kiss on it.
"Little One be nice to Mommy. She has kept you safe all this time and we still have a few weeks to go. Let Mommy relax.."
Riley had stepped out of the lavatory only a few steps when Taylor descended on her like a ninja.
"Jesus Christ! Taylor you almost scared the crap out of me, and the way this baby has my bodily functions out of whack it could have legit happened!!!"
“Ew. Riley. Gross. Another reason I won’t procreate. Did you see, Maxwell asked me out!!!! On a date!!!!"
Riley laughed. "Because he likes you, and you like him."
"What are we going to talk about alone?!?!"
"You guys talk, and you are texting back and forth all the time."
"We talk in a group Riley. All Me and Maxwell do via text is meme war each other."
“Huh?”
"Our whole texting conversation… nothing but memes!!!"
She swiped on Maxwell's conversation in her phone it was nothing but pictures.
"It's okay, I'll get an ear piece set from Nico, and help you.”
“You’d do that for me?”
“Of course I would. Can’t have your first date with the guy you like nothing but uncomfortable dead air.”
“Thanks Ri. Can you keep this between us?”
“Sure! Do you need help picking an outfit for tonight?"
"Nope, with the outfit, you kind of already did when you gave me my new wardrobe. If I can’t pick from there, I’m truly an idiot."
Little did Riley and Taylor know Maxwell and Liam were having a similar conversation.
“Liam I didn’t think she would really say yes!!! She said yes!!!! She said yes…..”
Then it looked like the gravity of the situation crashed into him. Maxwell looked like he was about to hyperventilate.
“Calm down Maxwell. Taylor likes you. It’s easy to tell from the trained eye. She lets down her guard around you.”
“What are we going to talk about? I can’t talk about peacocks all night. Or Memes. She’ll think I'm a complete buffoon. I don’t even have reservations anywhere. I asked her on a nice date and I don’t even have reservations ANYWHERE!!!! What am i going to do?!?!?!
Liam grabbed Maxwell by the shoulders. “Get a hold of yourself man!!!! And take a breath, your face is turning blue.”
Maxwell took a few cleansing breaths.
“Don’t worry about the reservations, I can handle that. It’s good you are friends with the King and Queen. And for conversation I can got it. I’ll get an earpiece from Bastien, and you’ll be fine.”
“Don’t tell Riley. She still hasn’t let go about the fact of my baby hippo tattoo.”
“Nor will I thank you for reminding me of it.” Liam laughed loudly.
Maxwell and Taylor left on their date. Both Liam and Riley made excuses to not be in the other’s company for the evening.
Both Liam and Riley were pleasantly surprised being a whisper in someone’s ear how well the night was going. Both couldn’t stop thinking about how natural the moments between the two of them felt, and how perfect they were for each other.
“I can’t tell you enough Taylor how beautiful you look to me tonight. And I know you’ve had trouble seeing yourself that way when it comes to that word. But you are Taylor.”
She heard her sister softly gasp. Tears filled Riley’s eyes.
Tell him Thank you, and that you wanted to look nice…. For him.”
Taylor parroted her words.
Taylor starred at the menu. None of it was in English and she had no idea what any of it meant.
I wish I had your eyes right now Riley. Taylor thought.
The conversation was sweet and romantic. It was the perfect date. Maxwell reached across the table taking Taylor’s hand.
“Would you like to dance?”
“Yes.”
As they danced, Taylor started relaxing in Maxwell’s arms.
“You know I have a hard time sharing my emotions sometimes. All the time..”
“I know. And that’s okay. We can take this slow. There’s no rush Softie.”
This felt familiar to Liam.. Too familiar. He knew those words…..her words.
Riley felt the same way but she couldn’t be sure.
Both had gotten up from their desks to investigate to see what the other was up to.
Taylor had never felt like a moment was so perfect and what Riley said, she really felt in her heart.
"All my life I've been searching for an answer as to where I belong. Then I met you and everything changed. You treated me like I deserved to be treated and you made me feel like I had a home. I don't want to lose that. I don't want to lose you."
“Riley?” But she had the feeling, it wasn’t Maxwell’s question.
Taylor pulled away from Maxwell.
“Liam?”
Liam and Riley stared at each other in the hallway.
He touched her ear feeling her ear piece and she touched his, feeling the same.
“I knew it was you.” They both said in unison.
“I could feel your heart Riley, through the words even though it wasn’t you saying them.”
“I could feel you too.”
From the earpieces they could hear Liam and Riley kissing and the sounds of commotion.
“Bedroom, now?” Liam's voice deep, rumbling with desire and need.
“YES LIAM!" Riley cried out.
"OH GOD!" Taylor shrieked.
Both Maxwell and Taylor ripped out their earpieces.
“Well that escalated quickly.” Max cleared his throat looking at their earpieces that were laying on the table. “Won’t be using those for the rest of the evening.”
“Why did you think you needed help on the date Maxwell?”
“Because I’m awkward, when I’m around you.”
“No you’re not. You’re funny, and really nice. I’m the awkward one. I don’t know how to do this normally. I’ve never had a healthy romantic relationship before.”
“That’s okay. I haven’t been in many relationships before either. We can learn together.”
“So can I be honest with you? I have no clue what the hell I ordered. This place is nice but it’s too much for me. I’m guessing it was Liam’s idea? Can we go somewhere else?”
“I know just the place.”
Maxwell and Taylor left that restaurant, and when they got to the second place, Taylor’s smile widened.
“Now stop me Softie if you’ve ever heard this one, a dashing noble wearing a squid tie with an affinity for peacocks, and a Queen of Cordonia lookalike walk into a bar…….”
Date one for Maxwell and Taylor part two was them dressed up like they were going to the ball, eating burgers and drinking cheap Cordonian Beer, playing pool. And it was perfect.. For them.
No. Dead. Air. Conversation flowed easily between the pair.
“Wow. I can’t believe the earpiece stayed in.”
“You don’t think they heard anything did they?”
“I’m sure they probably took them out.”
"Can I ask you something?"
He could hear the slight sadness in Riley's voice. "Sure, you can ask me anything."
"Do you think I'm cool?"
Liam laughed out loud but abruptly stopped when he saw the look on Riley's face.
"Of course you are Riley."
"Then why is Ellie my sister's shadow right now? Why do I feel like she wants nothing to do with me?"
"Riley… it's not that. This pregnancy has been rough on you. You know how active our children are, and how active you were with them. Even while you were pregnant. Well….Taylor fills that spot for what you aren't physically able to do right now. Before it was me. I think you notice it more now because it is her.. But yes, it is clear Ellie adores Taylor. They have bonded and really love each other. “
"It was just so hard when I came back from California Liam. She hated me."
"She didn't. She loved you, and it was my doing that put a wedge between you and her. She was hurting Riley. I did that to her. Not you. I’m sorry for that."
“It’s okay Liam.”
*^*^*^*^*^* Breakfast next day *^*^*^*^*^*^*
“How was dinner last night Taylor?” Riley asked.
“It was great. We went for Burgers and beers.”
“That’s nice.”
Liam lightly cleared his throat.
“So……..”
“We didn’t hear anything. We both ripped our ear pieces out when we heard where things were heading.”
“Riley you’re about to pop, how is that even aerodynamically possible right now?!?!?!”
“Oh it’s possible!” Liam chuckled. “God yes it’s possible.”
“Taylor it’s like when the amusement park is about to close and you want to get on your favorite ride one last time. Even if you’ve had too much food and you’re full and you might throw up. You got to get on that ride one more time.”
“You went to a carnival Mommy?”
“No, she just went on a royal scepter ride. God did I say that out loud?” Taylor slapped her hand over her mouth.
“Oh my God!!! Can we change the subject now please?” Liam inquired, beads of sweat were forming on his face.
“Yes please because this conversation went incredibly awkward!”
Riley laughed looking around the table. The adults looked like they wanted to climb out of their skins and her children looked either confused or unaware of what was happening.
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skylines (nj)
college!au, where namjoon openly chases you and you love running from those advances. that is, until everyone in your architecture department finds out you’re the daughter of the man behind the biggest architecture firm in the country.
alternatively... namjoon is a simp for you until he’s suddenly not
author’s note: sometimes i just wanna write for the fun of it and not take life so seriously so this is what i churned out. 8.8k words of some minor pining and mini character development for our oc because tbh, being a student sucks and you get so caught up in your insecurity sometimes
also reposted on ao3
[this is fluff and light-hearted, with a bit of a rivalry trope, 8.8k words]
You love skylines.
From when you were six years old with short legs, you remember craning your neck up high to see each building that surrounded you. At that age, the world seemed big and you seemed small but you loved it. You loved seeing the world build and function around you.
From then on outwards began your decades-long relationship with your first love - buildings.
Well, you called it buildings and your father called it architecture. You were the daughter of his dreams, his proclaimed legacy. What luck I have, he would say, that I have a daughter who will grow up to work beside me.
Growing up, those comments were your food for the day. You would eat up his encouragements and cheers throughout high school, serving him back your high grades on a gold platter.
This is the way you’ve worked through your past nineteen years. It’s a little basic, maybe, but you’ve operated on your father’s ambition for you.
But like all good things, even that seemed to come to an end. Since entering university and embarking on your path as an architecture major, the once comforting encouragement has slowly changed to a choking chain around you.
You’ve learnt a lot in two semesters at university. You’ve learnt how to finish assignments the night before, how to memorize historical names and dates minutes before an exam, you’ve learnt how fun it can be to be with your friends.
But most of all, you’ve learnt that… you’re not special.
You’re surrounded by overachievers, all like you, all perhaps better than you in some way. You’re the daughter of the man behind HN Architects, but some of your classmates look like they’re on their way to the top of the chain.
You always thought you deserved your seat, your privilege, because you’d worked for it. These days, it doesn’t seem much like that. And you worry that your father is thinking the very same thing.
Let’s finish this assignment, you sigh, there’s not much left. Let’s do it, you give yourself a pep talk, fighting back a yawn at the practically empty library before dawn.
Books crash down on your table, right beside you. You shake, being pulled so abruptly out of your reverie. Although maybe you should be thankful, for the sleep that was threatening your productivity seems to have run away from the sound.
“Excuse me,” you scoff loudly, making your presence known to the disturbance.
From above the tower of books on the desk, peeks out a familiar dimpled smile. His eyes glint with mischief and despite the early hours of the day, his face reads no exhaustion.
“You’re excused.”
You groan. “There’s an entire empty library, you can only sit here?”
“Studying is more fun with company,” he retorts with a grin.
“It’s studying. It’s not meant to be fun,” you reply, hostile. “Didn’t I tell you to stop showing up in front of me with no purpose?’
He smiles again, confidently with his eyes unmoving from you. It’s almost unnerving, how much you see Namjoon smile in front of you. Architecture students are not meant to be this happy. They aren’t meant to carry a warm smile everywhere they go, looking at people with such attentive intensity.
“I haven’t shown up without a purpose though,” he says. “I came to ask for help with the assignment.”
This time, you smile. But your smile is one of disbelief and amusement.
“Yes, that’s very believable, Namjoon,” you cock a brow. “You’re the one finishing assignments a week early and screwing up the curve for everyone but I’m sure I could help you with whatever you need.”
He grins, taking a seat next to you. “Hey, sometimes even I need help,” he replies but then pauses. “Ah, you’re right. I should’ve gone with coming to offer you help. That’s a lot more believable.”
“I don’t need your help,” you argue. “Stop showing up in front of me. And stop subtly flexing in front of me. It’s nauseating.”
He throws his head back and laughs. He looks so happy that it almost stirs a scary, fluttering feeling in your stomach. “You should be the last person to feel jealous of me, _____.”
You glare at him. “Yeah, because I’m the one who threatens your ranking?”
He shakes his head. “No, because I would help you with everything if you just asked.”
You still, for a moment. His words lull over in your head and they feel a bit weird. Your major is competitive and cut-throat, even if it doesn’t appear it. To you, Namjoon is your biggest rival, your biggest worry because you can never match up to him.
“Well, I’m not asking you for a thing. Is there really nothing you stress over?”
“No, there is. I just don’t cry over my textbook the nights before exams.”
“That was one time,” you mumble, infuriated. “And I had every right to be crying that night. It was the hardest exam that term and I have big shoes to fill. I can’t afford to be bothering people, like you,” you say with an intentional offense.
He takes none. “Big shoes? Who’s putting expectations on you?”
“Just some family. Stop being nosy,” you say swiftly. “And you didn’t even tell me. What do you stress over?”
He pauses, not giving a response for a moment. You wonder if it’s because there’s really nothing he stresses over. You wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. While you and your friends have all cracked under the pressure of your degree, you especially with the added burden of your father… Namjoon has not once shown signs of struggle. He walks through life with that smile every day.
“Finding work,” he says after a while.
“Huh?”
He meets your eyes. “You asked me what I worry about. I worry about finding work when I graduate,” he says sincerely.
You bite back a rude laugh. “Please, Namjoon. Get real,” you roll your eyes. “You really think you can worry about that? You were the top of our class all last year.”
You don’t do a good job of hiding your envy, but it’s beyond you to care at this point. You’ve become this person now. The one who seeks everything out of their number on the paper.
“But I don’t have any connections. I come from a village, practically, as you like to call it,” he says with a chuckle. It stings you a little, he’s referring to the time you and your friends had put him down out of jealousy with those words. But he doesn’t say it like it bothers him. He says it like it’s true.
“So?” you say, looking away from him and back on your sheet. “You don’t always need connections.”
“Not always, but a lot of the time,” he shrugs.
“Any company who takes a look at your record and speaks to you for five minutes would want you, Namjoon,” you exhale, knowing your words are 100% true. You think about your father, about HN Architects. Namjoon’s the kind of guy who your father wouldn’t think twice about hiring. He’s the epitome of someone who could fill any shoes you gave him.
You scoff bitterly. “Wait a second. Why am I comforting you right now? You’re a success story in the making,” you snap and he laughs, even though you didn’t intend it to be a joke. “You should be comforting me, you idiot. I don’t even know if I’ll have Mr. Labadee’s assignment done in time for submission!”
He puts his hands up. “Okay, okay, don’t worry. Why do you think I’m here?” he looks away, still smiling as he takes the pencil from your hand and moves closer to the sheet.
“What?” you say, watching the way his eyebrows furrow and his eyes scan the paper. He’s losing himself in the sheet now, and it feels like watching a prodigy at work. You picture this is what it would feel like to watch Bill Gates code on a computer before he formally started his career or watching The Beatles pen a song before they made it big.
“Hm?”
“Did you come here for me?” you ask and for a split second, you see his eyes shift. “Did Chae tell you I was here?”
He doesn’t respond, instead focusing on the assignment. “Your calculation is wrong here. Look,” he says, pointing at a section. As he explains your mistake, you smile satisfied.
He doesn’t need to admit it. You two have gone through this very situation so many times now, that you both know it’s true. Namjoon always comes for you.
/
You have kept your background, your family, extremely private since joining university.
In high school, you made the mistake of letting people know that you were the daughter of HN Architects. It resulted in years of people smooching up to you, gossiping behind your back, mean assumptions, and just a general nightmare.
That nightmare would only multiply if your friends here found out about it. They were all architect majors, all in the same cut-throat degree, and you came from privilege.
It scared you, knowing what could happen if they ever found out. You begged your family to make sure that nothing would tie you to them here, keeping your name different on the registrar, not publishing photos of you in the paper. You couldn’t risk all the friends and relationships you made. Even if they said things won’t change, you know they would. They always do.
“I need to sleep for 10 years,” you mumble, falling on your bed.
“Fuck this, I wish I was you right now,” Chae cries from her side of the room. “I’ve got one more submission.”
“I woke up at 4 to finish it so you should be fine,” you laugh, looking at her. “And did you send Namjoon to me?”
Chae fights a smile on her face. You sigh, knowing you’ve opened Pandora's box.
“He came to me asking about you last night. I told him you were sleeping, but you’d be at the library at 5 working on the assignment,” she smirks cheekily. “Why, did he come?” she asks, not hiding the overly inquisitive edge to her question.
You say nothing, deciding to turn on your laptop.
“He did!” she screams and your eyes widen, telling her to be quiet. “Sorry! I just can’t help it. That’s so sweet,” she squeals.
“Stop sending him after me. You’re encouraging him.”
“You’re encouraging him!” she counters. “You let him help you with your assignment, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but-”
“And you showed up at his dorm last week for notes, didn’t you?”
“Okay, but-”
“And you told him off for helping Eun like four days ago, remember?”
“Chae,” you stop her, sternly. “Have you lost your mind? Don’t you realize what all those things have in common?”
“They all are evidence of the fact that you reciprocate his year-long courtship?”
You roll your eyes. “No, idiot. All these things are work-related. I can’t afford to be falling behind, and I need his help.”
“Okay, but you were jealous of Eun-”
“I was annoyed that he was helping other people score higher! The last thing I need right now is the lazy kids of the class becoming my competition too,” you complain, grumbling.
Chae stares you down. “_____, not everything is about your degree,” she says light-heartedly, but you know your statement bothers her.
Exhaling, you shut your eyes. You hate it when conversations come to this. Sometimes, you wish you could just tell people which family you came from. Maybe it would do them good, to make them realize that yes, for you, everything is about your degree. Everything in your life revolves around being successful in this path.
You were cynical but at least you were real. You admitted things the way they were, when competition was competition, you said it, and when you needed something, you asked for it. That made it okay, you told yourself.
And when it comes to Namjoon… it’s especially okay. He’s both the only reason you’re hanging on okay in your degree, and the reason you feel insecure. You wonder how it can be that someone like him exists.
“Anyways, are you really gonna leave talking about Joon there?” Chae scoffs. “He’s liked you since we started. You really won’t do anything about it?”
“Namjoon is nothing but another classmate that stresses me out, Chae. I don’t see him that way. I just like his work ethic.”
Chae laughs. “You’re so skewed, honestly. Are you busy tomorrow?”
“Why, are you planning on ratting me out to him again?”
“No, silly,” she laughs, although you both know it’s likely she’d do it again. “Let’s go to the Autumn fair tomorrow. After I submit.”
“The fair? You mean those three stalls they set up and call it an event?”
She frowns. “Don’t be mean. Hobi and the others have really been working hard on it this year. It’ll be nicer than the last, I promise.”
“As long as there are at least 10 booths this year.”
“You’re too mean for your own good, _____,” she says, tsk-ing. “One day, you’ll see what it’s like to be on the other end.”
/
Your overactive imagination always paints a skyline for you, where there’s an empty space. You can always picture different styles of buildings, standing together, making a city.
It’s at times like those you realize that even if you wanted to give up, even if you tried to pursue something else, your heart will always come back to this. There is nothing more that belonged to you than this.
Even if it’d become difficult now, it didn’t matter. It became a source of worry more than an outlet of passion, but it’s still your calling. You can’t give up on something you love this much.
“Your toffee apple is dripping,” you hear his voice before you see him.
You want to turn and snap at him but the sticky toffee syrup that falls onto your fingers stops you.
“Ugh,” you groan, trying to fix it. Namjoon’s hand comes out with a tissue, quickly wiping your fingers without a word. Even after he’s done, the sticky feeling remains. “I should just throw this away.”
He laughs. “Let’s get candy corn.”
“No, thanks, I have to go find Chae and Yuna.”
Even though you step away, you hear his footsteps almost immediately behind you.
“What’s the rush?” he says, catching up beside you. When you two walk together like this, his tall figure towers over in a way that makes you feel small. “Shouldn’t you offer to buy me candy corn? Did you forget how I helped you at 5 in the morning two days ago for Professor Labadee’s class?”
“You chose to wake up at that time, not me,” you say, keeping your eyes trained ahead. You weren’t expecting much from this fair, but the students had done well. Bright fairy lights decorate the lamp posts around you and along the long path, dozens of stalls are set up. It all feels a little bit like a movie.
“As long as you got it done,” he says under his breath. You dare to take a glimpse of him and inhale sharply. He’s wearing his smile, he always is, but the fairy lights reflect on his face, illuminating him like an angel. Everything about him feels good.
You look away almost immediately. “Stop following me Namjoon,” you say, stopping at a trinkets stall and smiling at the girl behind the table.
“But I like seeing you outside of architecture things,” he grins confidently.
You opt to ignore him, asking the price of something that catches your eye.
He cranes his neck to see what it is. “Want me to get it for you?”
You quickly counter. “Absolutely not,” you say, handing over your money notes.
“You’re really buying an ornament of buildings?” he cocks a brow. “Don’t you want something like this instead?” he picks up a small snow globe, shaking it so the snow moves. The globe is miniscule to begin with, but you notice how in his hands, it looks almost tiny.
“What can I say? I like buildings.”
He smiles. “More than people, maybe.”
You sigh, ignoring his statement. Once you get the paper bag with your purchase inside, you keep walking ahead. You count to three before you hear his footsteps mimic yours.
“I’ll buy you candy corn, then you leave me alone,” you turn to say to him. “It’s not good that you’re always showing up where I am.”
He nods like an obedient puppy. Then he frowns and asks, “why is it not good?”
When you don’t respond, focusing on walking to the candy booth, he adds, “is it not good for you? Getting attached to me now?”
You don’t have to see his face to know he’s doing his goofy smile again. “It’s not good for you to keep going through these many rejections in a lifetime.”
He laughs, your words not bothering him the slightest. Standing in front of the candy booth, Jungkook and Jae, two of your architect classmates greet you.
“Hey Joon! Aw, you two hanging out again?” Jae smiles widely as if he’s in some big secret. You roll your eyes, not saying a word but pointing to the candy corn.
“_____ is treating me to candy corn. Isn’t she sweet?”
“I’m not treating you out of kindness, I’m doing it so you feel compensated for your efforts with my assignment.”
Jungkook and Jae share an amused look that you almost miss. Shuffling through your pocket, you start counting the money to give. As you hand over the money to Jae, Jungkook places a brown paper bag in Namjoon’s hands.
“You two enjoy yourselves,” Jungkook beams brightly.
You scoff. “Is there really such a thing as enjoyment when I have him on my tail?”
Without bidding them a proper goodbye, you walk away from the stall, leaving the three standing. Like clockwork, Namjoon is beside you again.
“Here,” he says, and suddenly the bag of candy corn is in your hands.
You raise a brow. “What are you giving this to me for? You were the one who wanted it.”
“You were eating a sad, overpriced toffee apple. This should be for you too.”
“Namjoon.” You give him a look, but he pays no mind.
Without saying anything more, you two walk together in silence. It didn’t intend to be this way, but it feels nice now. You feel good that you were dragged out of a cycle of the bedroom to the classroom to the library for once.
Of course, it’s weird that amidst all this, Namjoon is the one beside you. Usually, when you see him, your mind wanders to the place that curses him for being everything you wish you were. But tonight, you’re laying off those thoughts.
Staring at the crowd around the speakers, you two pause for a bit. You see Chae and Yuna, along with your other coursemates all together.
Still beside you, Namjoon speaks out of the blue. “Why don’t you call me Joon?”
“What do you mean? I didn’t realize I was required to,” you shrug at the random question. “I don’t know you like that.”
“Everyone in our class calls me Joon. Even your group member who I met that one time is calling me Joon,” he argues. “You know me better than all those people. If anything, you should be the only one.”
“What are you on about? I don’t know you at all,” you throw a blank look his way. “And don’t argue that we spend a lot of time together. You follow me around and show up where I am. That’s not spending time together.”
“We’re spending time together right now, aren’t we?”
“It’s a first. Don’t get used to it.”
He laughs as if your cold remarks are something affectionate. “I don’t think I really could get used to seeing you outside the library, _____. You’re there more than me and I’m always studying too.”
You scoff cynically. “Are you flexing your rank again on me?”
“_____, if I cared so much about my rank, I wouldn’t be helping you with work all the time,” he laughs, amused.
“I don’t know. Maybe helping me is all part of your plan to keep beating me,” you say. “Isn’t this just a power move? You always showing up to help me.”
He laughs again before his stare stills on you. His eyes are bright and sparkling… or is it just the effect of the stupid fairy lights? You can hardly tell.
Despite yourself, it all makes your stomach drop. You hate it when Namjoon shows up unannounced in your life, but more than that, you hate it when he gives you this kind of look. Like he can’t look anywhere else but at you.
“More than a power move, it’s just a gesture for you.”
The fluttering feeling worsens and you blink. You choose to say nothing, instead staring ahead at the view. “That is the ugliest building I’ve ever seen.”
For a second, he smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Eventually, he humors you. “It’s not all that bad.”
“In my professional opinion as a future architect, that is the exact type of building I would want to bulldoze.”
“Well, in my professional opinion as another future architect, I’d say your standards are far too high.”
“I’m allowed to keep my standards high. It’s me,” you smile with a glint in your eye.
He laughs, staring at you softly. “That I can agree with.”
You taunt him playfully. “You’re so predictable. Does it not get tiring hanging off my every word?”
He shakes his head loyally. “Absolutely not. I think everything you say is valuable and worth hanging off.”
“How lame,” you joke although you two share a smile. It’s true, he is a little predictable. But it’s Namjoon’s predictability that at times, catches you off guard. It’s fun, knowing that he’s two steps behind you wherever you are.
A warm feeling stirs in your body and you wonder if it’s the autumn air. Glancing up at Namjoon, the same air ruffles his hair endearingly and you tear yourself away from staring at it.
“I’m only gonna say it once so if there’s any word of mine you wanna hang off, it’s this,” you say before shoving the bag of candy corn back into his hands. “Power move or not, thanks for helping me. I really need it sometimes and I appreciate it.”
The grin on his face widens. “One more time, I didn’t hang off it enough!”
“I told you, only one time.”
“But the music was so loud, I couldn’t hear you well.”
“Too bad.”
“Come on, _____, take pity on me.”
“Shut up and eat your candy corn.”
/
You find yourself quickly back in your routine after the Autumn fair, working on new assignments and projects till your worst nightmare comes to life unexpectedly.
“Please be on time, _____!” Chae repeats to you for the fifth time that morning.
“Chae, I’ll be there. I’ll literally run from the design building to the auditorium, okay?”
She clicks her tongue at you. “Stop acting like you’re doing me a favor by showing up. You should be excited.”
“I am. But… I mean, do we really need this kind of random assembly for our architecture department?” you groan, slipping your laptop into its case. “Can’t they just give us the extra time to work on our homework?”
“But there’ll be companies there!” she retorts, wide-eyed and excited. “Just imagine. This is like those movies, where they come and scout students and then bam, life is sorted.”
You nod, forcing a smile. You remember your privilege, knowing your worry has never once been finding work but living up to the work that was set out for you. But you could never explain that here. How could you cry about the burden that kept you so troubled when it was a burden any one of your friends would happily want?
“Okay. I’ll see you there,” you settle for a wave, walking out to leave. You rush with your bag on your back to your classroom, immersed in your lesson till the hour finishes up.
For the moments after class finishes, your mind is blank. You’re going over your homework in your head, packing your things and your eyes widen. The meeting. You almost forgot.
True to your words, you actually do end up running from the design building to the auditorium. Sprinting from your class to the auditorium proves to be a harder workout than you anticipated and your heart can’t stop racing.
Stepping inside the auditorium, you jump into the first empty seat you see at the entrance.
“Where is she?” you mumble under your breath. Your eyes shift around the room, looking for a familiar head of short black hair. Catching sight of Chae, you wave to her but she doesn’t notice you at all. Instead, she’s busy talking to a group of students all from your year.
Everyone’s sat together, cozy and comfortable in a conversation together. You can even see Namjoon in the row above Chae, chatting energetically. Your heart strangely pangs.
Sometimes, seeing everyone like this, everyone from your major and year together, made you feel more like an outsider than anything. At first, you’d chalked it up to be because of your obsession with studying and academics… but students better than you, students like Namjoon and Mina, all seemed to be doing fine.
In the end, you realized it isn’t anything to do with that. You feel like an outsider because you are one. You’ve tried your hardest to blend in, but the fact remains that you feel alone in the problems you have. You’ve kept your identity as the daughter of HN Architects a secret, you’ve kept your family pressures a secret… Now you’re alone in the burden of your struggles.
Sometimes, you’ve thought about opening up. But the thought terrifies you even more.
If you felt so alone while keeping the truth of your ambitions a secret… there’d be no telling what kind of way your friends would treat you after finding out.
“We’re lucky enough to have… here’s a representative from Canvas Corp… looking for fresh talent… Yongchan Architecture…” you’re hardly paying attention to the speakers on stage till you finally hear, “and most fortunately, the chairman of HN Architects!”
Your head shoots up so fast that it almost flies off. No fucking way.
Your father is smiling on the stage, wearing a crisp suit and greeting the architecture department heads. Without realizing it, your body cowers back into your seat as you see his eyes scan the auditorium. He must be looking for you - his daughter.
His daughter that not a single soul in this room knew was you.
Your heart goes into panic mode before you try to calm yourself down. Relax, you mutter repeatedly to yourself although it’s less effective than you thought it’d be.
Your eyes dance between your father on stage and your group of friends with Chae sitting seats away from you. Neither of them have noticed you.
Instead, your classmates are all watching your father with starstruck eyes. They’re staring at your father like he’s their idol.
Well, objectively, maybe he could be. After all, you admire your father for the very same reason every architecture student does - your father is a legend. His company has one of the best reputations in the country, which feeds your pride, and he’s nothing short of a hard-working, inspiring man.
Namjoon, in particular, is staring at your father like he can’t believe his eyes. It’s a look you’ve never seen from him before. Like he’s both nervous and thinks he’s in a dream. It’s almost endearing.
“To celebrate having the chairman of HN Architects with us today, we’ll have him say a few words!” Mr. Lim, the head of the architecture department, announces enthusiastically into the mic. He turns to your father, “do you mind?”
“Not at all!” your father grins, taking the mic before starting. “It’s my pleasure to be here today! In fact, seeing all of you reminds me of my own days as an architecture student…”
He trails off into a long speech, excitedly. You’ve been witness to every single one of your father’s inspirational speeches since the day you were born so you fight back a yawn. On the contrary, your classmates look like they’re hanging onto every single word.
As your father paces across the stage, he inches towards your side. You blink in panic, bending down but before you know it, it’s too late. His eyes sparkle with joy.
You almost worry he’s gonna wave at you mid-speech. But he doesn’t, simply shooting an overly friendly smile your way. You sneak a glance at your classmates and they’re all giving you a strange look - one that most definitely reads what the heck is he smiling at you for?
Meeting Chae’s eyes in particular, you give an awkward smile and shrug. Soon enough, your father turns to the side and you finally think you can breathe.
“That’s why I’d like to encourage you all to live up to your potential! The world is changing around you as you know it and as future architects, you can be a part of that,” your father enthusiastically continues. His eyes are on you again. “And this is what I tell my beautiful daughter everyday! She loves skylines, my dear _____, and she’s going to be a wonderful architect too!”
My life is officially over.
A little dramatic but that exact thought crosses your mind as you duck into your seat. You think you hear the collective gasp around the auditorium or maybe your ears are playing tricks on you.
No, it’s probably as bad you think it is. Your father’s called you out by name and exposed your identity that you worked so hard to conceal. Your life is quite literally over.
Oblivious to your misery, your father grins happily on stage. He returns the mic to Mr. Lim before stepping to the side. The rest of the assembly goes by without you realizing. You’re still numb to the fact of what just happened.
You risk a glance at your classmates, and in cliche movie fashion, they’re all staring at you with mouths gaping wide open. Every single one of them.
Your neck heats up and you quickly turn around. But curiosity gets the best of you a few minutes later, and you risk looking again.
They’re still staring at you in shock. Like they can’t believe their eyes.
Chae especially is looking at you with hurt flashing across her face. It squeezes at your heart and you feel overcome with guilt for lying to your friend for a year. You don’t dare to imagine what she’s thinking now.
Without realizing, your eyes travel over to Namjoon. Much to your surprise, he’s not looking at you. He’s the only one with his eyes looking ahead blankly, deep in thought.
You frown, evading everyone’s stares to focus on him. An unrecognizable emotion is written all over his face… is it realization? Regret? Embarrassment?
You can hardly tell. But for the first time, an uncomfortable feeling plunges in your stomach at the fact that Namjoon’s not looking at you.
/
“Dad!” you cry. “How could you do that?”
Your father smiles happily at the sight of you, the two of you standing outside the auditorium in a secluded, private spot. The torture, that was the assembly, has finally come to an end.
“What do you mean?” he answers in confusion. “Do you mean showing up here? Because I was invited by that Mr. Lim fellow, he-”
“Not that!” you whine, groaning into your palms. “I’m talking about saying I’m your daughter in front of the whole architecture department!”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, that? What did I do wrong?”
Your jaw drops. “Dad, are you being serious?”
He nods, clear puzzlement on his face.
“Don’t you remember? I specifically asked for you and Mom to make sure that it never gets out!” you say. “Now, you’ve told everyone I go to college with that I’m the daughter of the man behind HN Architects!”
He blinks for a few seconds. “Is that so wrong?” he almost pouts like a child. “I didn’t know it was such a problem.”
“Of course, it is! Why do you think I asked you not to tell anyone?”
“...I thought you were being modest.”
“Modest?!” you exclaim, before sighing. There’s no use berating your father. It’s no one’s fault but your own for not preparing better for this situation.
“Did you really not want anyone to find out?”
You nod weakly.
“Why not?”
“I… I can’t explain it. They’ll freak out,” you look down. You can’t imagine how much worse your stress is gonna get from now on - it isn’t enough that your own title of the daughter of HN Architects is choking you to death… now you’ll have to deal with every single one of your classmates doing the same thing.
Things will never be the same again. For every grade you get, it’ll be discussed as the grade of the HN Architects’ daughter. For every drawing or idea you’ll submit, it’ll be scrutinized as the work of a girl from privilege. The pressure would multiply infinitely.
“Oh dear, don’t be silly,” your father suddenly says, resting his hand on your head. “I’m sorry for that. I didn’t realize it was so serious to you. But even if they know, it’s not an issue. You’re an excellent student and it’s only right they pay you the respect as the future CEO of HN Architects.”
You shoot your father a smile but your stomach drops. “I guess so, thanks,” you mumble, unable to explain to him that it’s exactly what he said that terrifies you.
For the rest of the day, you hide out off-campus in hopes to avoid facing reality.
/
“_____, I think you need to pay for the emotional shock you gave us,” Hobi laughs at the lunch table as soon as you arrive.
Hesitantly, you sit beside Chae who doesn’t share a word with you. Since yesterday, you haven’t even made eye contact with her, despite being her roommate.
“I think I almost spat out my water when I heard my daughter,” Mina jokes and the table echoes in laughter. You smile awkwardly.
“Yeah… it’s not really a big deal,” you shrug.
“Not a big deal?! Hello! We’re talking to the next HN Architects CEO right now!” another student pipes up.
“_____, forgive me for all I did wrong last semester,” Yuri playfully adds.
“I think we need to be cleaning the floor for her to walk on!”
These statements all fly around the table, exchanged with laughs and smiles. Part of you cowers in the attention, uncomfortable by such blatant recognition of your upbringing.
Another part of you wonders… will things be okay?
You take a careful look around the table of your classmates. Not a single one seems to wear a glare, all sharing in jokes and smiles. For the strangest reason… you feel at ease.
Chae suddenly stands up, with her tray. “I’m done eating. I’ll see you guys later.”
Instantly, you mimic her and chase behind her retreating figure. “Wait Chae-”
“I have class right now-”
Like a child, you jump in front of her to block her path. “Okay, please just hear me out,” you say, pouting. “I’m sorry.”
She sighs. “What are you sorry for? It’s not a big deal.”
“You must feel… annoyed, right?”
Chae blinks at you. “I’ll admit, I was irritated at first. You come from such privilege and I’ve unloaded so much crap on you sometimes about being scared about post-college life while you never had that… but, I’m not really mad about that. You can’t help who you are, right?”
You nod. “You’re still mad at me though, aren’t you? For hiding it?”
She takes a second before replying, “I just… you’re so unreachable sometimes, _____. After I found out, I kind of realized why you’re so stressed all the time and what you meant whenever you alluded to things about your pressures and all… I’m just annoyed you never shared that part of you.”
“I’m sorry.”
For the first time since yesterday, Chae cracks a smile. “Don’t be sorry. I just want you to be more open with me. You don’t need to feel like you need to hide your background… I would’ve tried to understand either way.”
Her words soothe you more than you can explain. Since entering your major, you haven’t once relied on the people around you for support that wasn’t academic. Now, you’re realizing your fatal flaw.
“I’ll try to be better,” you say with a nod. “Thank you for not being mad at me.”
She laughs. “Anyway, you don’t need to worry about me,” she says with a glance elsewhere. “You should check up on him. He’s been spooked since yesterday.”
You turn on your heel to see Namjoon, walking around with the same strange expression on his face from the assembly. For a brief second, your eyes meet but the second flashes, and he quickly looks away.
“Did you see that?!” you scoff. “He just ignored me!”
Chae smiles. “Wow, there really is a first for everything.”
“What’s with him?” you say, watching his awkward walk in your opposite direction. He keeps glancing in your direction, but once he sees you staring at him, he swiftly looks away. It’s a completely new side to him.
“I don’t know,” Chae shrugs. “He’s being weird. I thought he’d be running after you like always, but he’s resorted to this.”
You scoff again, unfamiliar with this Namjoon who runs away from you, rather than to you. You wonder what’s running through his mind, before pushing the thought away. He’s bound to come after you again after a few days.
/
The confidence with which you assumed Namjoon would be all over you again is faltering.
It’s been a full week since the assembly, and while life has seemingly gone back to normal for you (as normal as things can be)... Namjoon certainly has not.
In classes, he picks the furthest seat away on purpose. You even started to tease him by trying to sit in his front row with him, but instead, you found him in the back row - where he can’t even see.
His lunches seem to be perfectly timed to not clash with yours. All of a sudden, he’s no longer in the library either. All the places you’d easily find Namjoon hovering over you, he’s disappeared from.
“Does he think this is effective?!” you rant to Chae in your dorm room. “That by suddenly ignoring me, I’ll become obsessed with him?!”
Chae smiles at you knowingly. “I don’t know… if that was his plan to begin with, I’d say it’s pretty effective-”
“Shut up, Chae! I’m just saying this is all so stupid!” you scoff. “Once or twice is fine but he’s actively avoiding me! He saw me in the library yesterday and acted like he forgot a book to leave! We were in the library for god’s sake! What book did he forget that he couldn’t find there?!”
Chae giggles like the situation is laugh-worthy. “Maybe he’s just busy.”
“He made time during final exams last year to bother me. How much busier could he be than he was then?”
“Or maybe he doesn’t want to distract you.”
“It’s not that for sure. Whenever I’d tell him that he’s distracting me before, he wouldn’t care,” you mumble under your breath annoyedly. Chae continues to grin at your behavior, as if your reaction were amusing.
You don’t say it to her but you know very well why you’re annoyed beyond relief. It’s because you know it’s to do with finding out about HN Architects.
You groan. You expected your classmates to be weird around you, maybe even your professors… but Namjoon was the last person you thought would suddenly make a 180 after learning about your family.
That’s why it’s aggravating. Because it’s the one thing you didn’t think he’d care about.
A part of you fears he’s realized just how pathetic you are. After all, Namjoon probably knows how much more promising he is compared to you and now… he had to sit with the fact that you were the daughter of HN Architects.
“Why don’t you just approach him yourself?”
You’re momentarily stunned by Chae’s suggestion. You shoot her a dirty glare.
“What?!”
“I’m not gonna chase after Namjoon! He should approach me himself!”
Chae looks at you like you’re crazy. “You’re the one who wants him to talk to you!”
“Exactly! He should come to me like he always does.”
A laugh escapes Chae’s lips. “Oh, _____… you don’t even realize it, do you?”
You cock a brow before shaking your head. “I don’t have time for your indirect dialogue. I’m just saying that if Namjoon doesn’t come to me and talk this out soon, I’m gonna have to do something very crazy.”
Chae’s eyes flicker with amusement. “Oh? And what’s that?”
You grimace, as if even saying it brings you humiliation. “I’m gonna go talk to him first.”
Chae bursts out laughing, despite your solemn expression. You brush her off, spending the rest of the night on your design homework but secretly planning on wringing Namjoon’s throat if he doesn’t go back to normal soon.
/
By now, you’re sure Namjoon can feel the daggers you’re shooting into his back.
He’s even risked turning back a few times, to see who’s glaring at him. But as soon as your eyes meet, his head spins around as if it were all in your head. He focuses on the professor teaching ahead of him, taking notes diligently.
Beside you, Chae says with a nudge, “so are you gonna do that very crazy thing you were planning?”
You ignore her for the sake of gritting your teeth. Usually, you have no trouble focusing in classes. It’s all because of this wretched situation that you’re so off-game.
As soon as the professor wraps up his powerpoint, you’re faster than anyone else in the class at packing up your things and zooming out the door. You don’t even bid Chae goodbye.
You tap your foot impatiently, staring directly at your target.
Namjoon… try and ignore me now.
Hooking his bag over his shoulder, Namjoon comes to the door of the classroom before stopping his tracks. Aha, you smile pleased.
“Ah, I just forgot… to talk about my assignment with Mr. Choi,” he mutters out loud to no one in particular. The acting is so terrible that you don’t even have to think about it to know he’s intending it for you to hear.
You march up to him. “No, you don’t,” you scoff and when he looks up at the ceiling, you jump like an infant calling for attention. “Namjoon, if you value your life, you’re gonna drop this act right now,” you say in a menacing voice.
Immediately, he gulps and looks down at you. His height towers over yours but you smile, knowing you’ve gained the upper hand here. He’s looking at you just as he did before - completely enamoured.
You say nothing but give a deadly gesture to follow you. He obeys without complaint.
When you two are finally in a spot you deem private enough, you raise your chin and look at him happily. Under your gaze, he looks down uncomfortably.
“So you want me to say it or will you explain what the hell is going on?”
He blinks. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about, _____.”
Your blood boils. Now, he wants to feign ignorance. “You’re joking,” you deadpan.
He looks at you innocently and shakes his head. You sigh, blinking in confusion.
This whole situation is a first. True to your words, you’ve never actually… had to do anything more than bat an eye to know Namjoon would come to you. You don’t know the words to even ask what’s wrong.
“_____,” he says in a low voice. You glance up at him, completely losing your train of thought. The sight of him has never registered you disorientated before. But now, you can’t help but trace your eyes over his dimples and sparkling eyes.
You scoff at yourself. You must’ve lost your mind temporarily. “You know what I’m talking about!”
He shakes his head so you continue, “you used to always come to the library at my timings and sit on my lunch table.”
“Oh,” he nods. “That’s because I wanted to sleep in more so I changed my schedule around a bit.”
You blink at his explanation. “You sat at the back of the class when I came to the front row-”
“I just wanted to see what it’s like to sit there. Turns out, it sucks,” he pauses when you don’t reply. “_____?”
You frown, part confused and part innocently. “I just mean… why aren’t you following me anymore?”
The words are out of your mouth before you can help it and your eyes widen in humiliation. That isn’t the way you wanted to ask the question.
Namjoon, instead, is amused. He smirks ever so slightly, before cocking his brow and asking, “Are you asking me why I don’t chase you around anymore?”
His newfound confidence almost makes you lose your footing. This is Namjoon - the nerdy guy who’d come to you. He can’t have this effect on you.
You scoff, faking an assured smile. “Are you denying that you chased me around?”
He blinks. “I mean-”
“Surely, you accept the fact that you did chase me around for a whole year,” you say with a smile playing on your lips. Of course, between the two of you, you both know very well of Namjoon’s infatuation with you. He’s danced around those feelings for both of your comedy’s sake… but this time, you won’t let that slide.
He looks at you, tongue poking in his cheek. “Fine. I do chase you around.”
You almost smile with victory but you stop yourself. Before you can speak, he continues.
“But I won’t anymore. I’m sorry. It was wrong of me,” he says sincerely, seemingly ready on his toes to walk away. Your fingers wrap around his wrist without realizing.
“Wait!” you frown displeased. He’s glancing down at where your touch meets his hand and you instantly let go. “This makes no sense.”
He blinks, confused. “What do you… isn’t this what you’ve wanted?”
“You can’t just change your mind like that!” you argue, a strange desperation cutting into your voice. “You can’t make people get used to you and do that!”
Much to your surprise, he wears a small smile. “I didn’t think it’d bother you so much.”
“I can’t stand you,” you groan. “You chase me around, then you find out one tiny fact about my family and now, you think you’re so much better than me to come after me!” you yell, your heart hammering against your chest. You sound like a child, you know as much but… suddenly around him, all logic’s been thrown out your brain.
“_____,” he says in a breath, a glint in his eye that reads surprise and amusement. His dimples are poking out and you wonder what it’d be like to affectionately poke into one. “Do you… did you like when I would come to you?”
There’s no self-preserving answer to this, one that can save both your dignity and pride. You know what you should say to his question, but nerves are prickling under your skin.
It isn’t the nerves you feel before submitting a drawing or entering an exam, but a whole new uncharted territory of nerves. Everything about this conversation is uncharted territory.
“_____, do you…” he starts a question, before nervously brushing the nape of his neck. He looks shy to even ask but after a moment, he looks at you like a child with candy and says, “do you like me?”
Your heart’s in your stomach. Immediately, you laugh, “no! No! Why would I?! Are you crazy?! Why would I ever like-”
“I don’t know,” he blinks innocently, but the stare he holds on you seems suddenly intimate. “That’s what I’m thinking. Why would you ever care about why I stopped chasing after you, if you don’t like me?”
His cocky grin annoys you. You shoot him a deathly look. “Don’t get too confident with me, Joon,” you say although you’re fumbling with words. “I still remember when you couldn’t even look me in the eye.”
He takes a step closer, holding your stare with no qualms. Your heart speeds up again, like you’ve been running.
“_____,” he says softly with a victorious smile. “You like me, don’t you?”
“I’m not answering your stupid question. First, you explain to me why the hell you think you can treat me the way you have the last week-”
“Because I thought you didn’t like me back,” he answers smoothly. “You’re the daughter of HN Architects and I’ve been wasting your time all year long. I’ve always felt intimidated by you… but now, I realized I really wasn’t worth your time.”
You blink with a frown. “Namjoon-”
“I feel really embarrassed, _____… If I ever wanted to work at HN Architects, I wouldn’t even be able to show my face knowing the way I’ve bothered you-”
“You’ve never bothered me.”
“Huh?”
Your cheeks flush and you suddenly become very aware of the words that escaped your lips. You cast a hesitant glance at Namjoon and you can’t help it. Suddenly, everything feels a lot clearer.
“You know, you’re the kind of architect my father dreams about,” you find yourself saying. “You’re the kind of student someone like me should be. It all comes natural to you. I love buildings but everything I do, it’s just part of who you are… that’s why I acted like you bothered me.”
He’s at a loss for words before muttering, “_____…”
“All I ever think about is trying to fit the ideal I know I have to be and it all comes easy for you. You feel embarrassed in front of me…” you laugh with a scoff. “How do you think I feel, needing your help?”
“I never wanted to compete with you,” he says. “I just wanted to be by your side. I really wasn’t helping you for anything apart from looking for an excuse to be near you.”
There it is… the fluttering feeling.
The truth is, you’ve known all this time too. You’ve known that there was never any ulterior motive, just your cynical mind trying to conjure excuses.
You almost hate yourself at this moment. Your insecurity over your work has warped your thoughts so much that you convinced yourself that… that you feel nothing but annoyance for Namjoon.
“_____,” he starts. His hand hesitantly reaches up, stopping multiple times on its way before finally brushing your hair away from your forehead.
“I think it goes without saying but in my eyes, you’re the smartest person in our major and every time I’m with you, I don’t even care if you reject me or look for an excuse to go away,” he says. “You don’t even realize the way I see you.”
Your eyes sting and you’re not sure if it’s because his words move you or you’ve just forgotten to blink for a long while. “You’re so corny.”
He laughs. “Well, someone needs to tell you you’re doing a good job because I can tell you’re not telling yourself,” he says before sheepishly adding, “and I thought we were exchanging what we like about each other.”
“Who said I like you?”
He grins, ruffling your hair despite the scowl you give him. You say nothing but then give a smile. You didn’t expect today to feel so good… but somehow, that insecurity that plagues your mind at all hours of the day disappears for a while.
All you can think about is wanting this feeling to last with him. Without warning, you reach to grab Namjoon’s wrist to walk out into the open garden of the campus. In front of your sight, there’s a skyline of buildings decorating the city.
“Do you still stand by your statement that that building is the ugliest?”
You grin. “It’s literally hideous, Joon. I can’t believe you’re the top of our class but think those colors look nice together.”
He gives a warm laugh, unable to disguise his happiness at the way you call him endearingly. Your eyes go back and forth between the skyline and Namjoon beside you before deciding that while buildings are your first true love… there’s something even more beautiful about the boy next to you.
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Love, William (Bill Weasley x OC) - Chapter 10
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Chapter 10 - Fred's Higher Hand
Dear Theodora,
I didn’t know if sending you that first letter for your birthday was a good idea. I didn’t expect to get a response let alone us starting to correspond as we did.
Now, looking back, it seems it was the best decision I have ever made.
I couldn’t agree with you more about you finishing school. I can’t wait for you to work in the shop as we can be closer to one another. I am so excited to spend time with you that my mind keeps creating ideas where we could go.
I know how it sounds – writing promises in a letter, but I simply can’t stop thinking about you and...
“Fred, give me back the letter!” Theodora gasped and stood up, trying to reach for the letter in Fred’s hand.
“No. You have been grinning and blushing writing back to someone for months now.” Fred stuck out his tongue.
“The curiosity is killing us, Theo.” George winked at her.
“I am warning you, Fred! Give me the letter or I will hex you!”
Fred was now standing on the table in the Great Hall, students all around them having breakfast were eyeing them curiously to see what was going on.
“Do you have a secret admirer?” George took the letter from his twin.
Theodora didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t tall enough to get the letter from the twins and she was terrified that they are going to read it.
She has been hiding her letters so well from them. She knew they were suspicious because she was always in a hurry to store them in her bag, not wanting to open them in front of them and if she did, she was secretive about it and she never could stop the smile from spreading all over her face.
This morning when Bill’s letter arrived during breakfast, she was so excited to read it that she forgot about the twins being with her and as she felt her cheeks burning and her heart racing, she didn’t see Fred getting closer to her and taking her letter.
“Theo, what is this?” George was shaking with excitement, reading the letter.
“Nothing! Give it back!” Theodora made her way onto the table, but Fred and George already jumped down before she could reach the letter.
“This doesn’t sound like nothing.” George grinned.
“We’re just talking about our shop and the business behind it.”
Theodora was getting desperate. She knew that she’s busted. She has been keeping her secret for so long.
It’s been weeks since she and Bill confessed feelings to each other. They have been writing romantic letters, saying how much they miss each other and being sweet ever since then.
Theodora was debating on telling the twins. She didn’t know what they were going to say about it. She remembered how they were teasing them at the Burrow last summer and thought that perhaps they wouldn’t mind if she was dating their brother.
But at the same time, the teasing could just be in good fun and if they actually got together it could damage their friendship and she would never do anything to let that happen – even if it meant her never being with the man she was falling in love with faster than she flew on her broom.
Besides, she didn’t know what would happen between her and Bill. What if they meet up and Bill changes his mind and says that she is indeed too young for him? What if she doesn’t meet his expectations? What if he sees her and decides that the letters were a mistake?
It would be useless to tell the twins without knowing what they are and where their relationship is headed. But now it was too late – now they will find out and she couldn’t do anything to stop them.
“This definitely talks about business but has nothing to do with finances, if you know what I mean,” George smirked.
“What is it? What does it say? Who is it from?” Fred wanted to know.
“I simply can’t stop thinking about you and am counting down the days when we can meet and...” George started to read out loud.
“George, give me the letter!” Theodora said through her teeth.
“...and hopefully make our promises and wishes into reality.” Fred read from behind George’s shoulder.
“Love, William.” The twins read together.
“William?” Fred furrowed his brows.
“As in our brother William?” George gasped.
“What is it with you and our brothers signing their letters to you with their full name?” Fred chuckled.
The twins looked at Theodora who was red with rage and embarrassment. She stepped closer to them and snatched the letter out of George’s hands, frowning.
“You had no right reading that out loud!” She barked.
“Theo, don’t be mad, we just...”
“Just what? Can’t you mind your own business!” Theodora folded the letter, put it inside her bag, and started toward the door of the Great Hall.
Fred and George looked at each other, regret painting their faces.
“Theo, wait!”
“Theo, please!” George jumped in front of her in the corridor.
“We didn’t know it was that type of a letter.” Fred sighed.
“You promised...” Theo sniffed.
She was so overwhelmed with how the twins found out and hearing the rest of the letter – Bill being so sweet – that she was on the verge of tears.
“You promised you will stop with the teasing.”
“We didn’t know it was from Bill.” Fred tried defending himself and his brother.
“We just wanted to see who was making you so happy.” George scratched the top of his head.
“What do you mean?” Theodora asked, confused.
“We have been watching you grinning like an idiot every time an owl dropped an envelope in front of you.” George smiled.
“We loved seeing how happy the letters were making you and our curiosity got the better of us. We’re sorry.” Fred put an arm around Theodora’s shoulder.
“So are you two dating?” George couldn’t resist asking.
“No.” Theodora shook her head.
“Well according to the letter, you’re not just friends either.” Fred got excited.
“We’re just writing letters to each other, that’s it.”
Theodora didn’t know what else to say. She didn’t even know what she and Bill were and for the first time she didn’t feel like talking about her love life with her two best friends.
“Right.” George narrowed his eyes in disbelief.
“We won’t tease you, we promise,” Fred reassured her.
“How in the bloody hell did you two start writing to each other?” George squeaked.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s just letters.” Theodora bit her lip.
She wanted the twins to stop asking questions and she wanted to go to her dormitory to reply to Bill.
“Fine. Keep your secrets!” George rolled his eyes playfully.
“We don’t want to know anyway!” Fred said dramatically.
“Just promise you’ll invite us to your wedding.” George put a hand on his chest, making puppy eyes at Theodora.
“You said you’ll stop teasing!” She took out her wand, ready to cast a jinx on them.
“Run, George. She’s crazy!” Fred said to his brother and they started running down the corridor, leaving Theodora behind, shaking her head and giggling.
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“I think we have a problem,” George said with a huff.
“What is it?” Theodora tore her eyes from her notes.
“If we want to do this on the fifth floor we have to make it smaller,” George explained.
“Why?” Fred asked confused.
“Because we would have to turn ourselves invisible to get away with something this big.” George pointed at the product in front of him.
“But we already shrunk it three times,” Theodora frowned, “if we keep continuing to do so it’s going to explode in your room.”
“Have any better ideas?” George asked hopefully.
“Can we trust anyone to help us?” Fred rubbed his chin thinking about it.
“Who should we ask for advice?” Theodora gave his proposal some thought.
“You can write to Bill since you two are corresponding so much now.” Fred winked at her.
Theodora took a deep breath, stood up, sat next to Fred on the ground, and punched him hard in the shoulder.
“You deserved that.” George chuckled.
Ever since the twins intercepted Theodora’s letter to Bill, this is what she has been put through on a daily basis. Every time they could find a way to bring Bill into the conversation, the twins didn’t hesitate to do so.
Theodora was losing her mind about it but she couldn’t deny that it amused her too. She felt at ease that she didn’t have to hide her letters anymore and the other day she made a mistake by replying to Bill in front of her two friends and she swore she will never do that again.
The entire time they were making kissing noises, throwing winks at her, and singing “Theo and Bill sitting on a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”
As much as the teasing grew on her, she didn’t like it because it made her miss Bill even more. The letters he was sending her were getting sweeter and more romantic and she wasn’t holding back, expressing her feelings either.
To make her miss him even more, Bill started sending her roses once per week. At first, they were orange and then, two weeks ago, he sent her 3 red ones. To say that her cheeks matched the color of the flowers was an understatement and the note that came with them melted her heart. She will never forget the words.
Now that you know how I feel, orange doesn’t seem to fit anymore. Red roses are a symbol of desire and longing for the one who makes your heart flutter. I reckon you would agree that red is our color now.
She was sitting in front of an empty piece of parchment for half an hour before she found the words to thank him for the flowers. She felt so bad that she couldn’t send him anything in return and hoped that Bill wouldn’t mind just getting her words of gratitude.
She was now counting the days to get out of school and she was getting more and more nervous knowing that they will meet up the second she starts working in the shop.
“As I was saying,” Theodora took a deep breath, “is there anyone who could help us?”
“I don’t think there is.” George frowned.
“We can’t let anyone in on our plan if we want everything to go as we have envisioned.” Fred sighed and looked at the product in front of them.
They have been working on their plan for weeks. They finally created an item they deemed perfect for their prank on Umbridge. Because they knew what they have created and they could imagine the aftermath after their plan is executed they decided to simply leave school.
Theodora told Eric the very next day after Fred gave the idea. She needed to know how he feels about her not finishing her education. She didn’t care – she even found it amusing imagining her mother losing it when she finds out. She knew what she wanted to do and she was determined to follow the twins out of the school once they finish with the prank but she couldn’t deny that if Eric would tell her that she should finish her education she would feel conflicted.
To say that she was pleasantly surprised when she received Eric’s letter fully supporting her and giving her nothing but encouragement, was not enough. She has never felt luckier about him being her brother and he even said that he will visit their shop once he comes to Britain at the beginning of July.
He told her not to worry about mum – since she’s of age she shouldn’t worry what she says anyway – and Eric promised her he is going to protect her if she tries anything.
A tap on the window disturbed their brainstorming. Theodora got up and opened it to let the owl in. She took the letter from its beak and patted the bird on its head before giving it some treats from the bag on Fred’s desk.
“Is it from William?” George wiggled his eyebrows.
Theo,
I am glad your brother supports you with your decision. Truth be told, with the business you lot are going to have I don’t see how Hogwarts can teach you anything that might come in handy.
Know, that I feel the same way as your brother – I am by your side and if your mother will give you trouble, Eric and I can team up and give her hell for you!
I can’t, however, say that it will go so smoothly for Fred and George. I know mum will lose her head the second she finds out and then she will send Howlers to me and Bill and shout at us how we didn’t prevent this even though she has no idea either of us knows already.
She won’t be pleased with them not finishing their education. Especially, since they will be the second and the third in our family to do so. Me dropping out in the middle of my seventh year because I got a job in the Sanctuary didn’t exactly make mum proud but she got around to it once she saw I can take care of myself.
I bet it’s going to be the same with them. I will write to them as well but just know that you shouldn’t get your hopes up for her visiting you any time soon. She’ll need time to process the fact that their sons are selling joke items for a living – no matter how much money it might make them.
Did you tell Bill about your plan yet?
I know the two of you are corresponding, Bill told me himself can you believe it! I know you’re taking it slow and you haven’t seen each other since last summer but Bill has it deep for you, I just wanted to say that. So if you feel nervous to see him, you have no reason to be.
I knew something was going on at once when he came to visit me last month – he couldn’t stop smiling. I needed quite some time to get it out of him but once he started talking he couldn’t shut up about you.
I know you’re not together yet but know that I am very happy for you two and I can’t wait to officially welcome you into the family.
Sending you a big proud hug,
Charles
PS. I made a promise to you when we were in the forest at the Burrow when you called me a hopeless romantic and now I think it’s safe to say: I told you so.
Theodora couldn’t stop smiling at what Charlie wrote about Bill talking to him about her. She couldn’t believe how sweet he was and she felt relief at Charlie’s words that she shouldn’t be nervous. This wasn’t just about the letters anymore – it was real – she could really be with Bill.
Just thinking about it in her head made her blush and it sounded as if from a fairytale. She found someone who believed in her, understood her, wanted to protect her and give her his heart, and wanted to be with her.
“Your brother Charlie wants you to know that you are both gits.” Theodora stuck her tongue out at the twins.
“Rubbish!” Scoffed George.
“He loves us!” Followed Fred.
“He does and he also said that he supports us but that you should be prepared for your mum not speaking to you for a while.” Theodora pressed her lips together.
“Oh, we wouldn’t expect anything else from her.” Fred sighed.
“We know we are taking a risk of her never speaking to us again.” George looked at the product in front of them. “What we are going to do will be written down in history but I don’t think the kind our mum would appreciate.”
“She’ll come around!” Theodora put her arm around George. “Maybe not at first but if we succeed in getting Umbridge out of here, she will be more than happy to give you a big hug.”
“Like Bill will be happy to give you one?” Fred looked at Theodora with the most innocent expression he could muster.
Theodora picked up a book that was on George’s bed and hit Fred’s head with it, rolling her eyes. She knew that they weren’t going to stop any time soon so she might as well get some entertainment out of it too.
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This is a story of my OC of Wick - Colin. Sorry for mistakes, I'm not good at translation. It contains violent moments, so be careful
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I was guilty.
I ... was an idiot, a dumbass, and a fool. Or even worse. Doesn't change the essence.
I've never had friends. Everyone was running away from me and my character. Nobody wanted to accept me as I was. This is probably why everyone hated me. This is probably why I only did what I did to others. It was my mistake ...
I moved to this town quite recently, but already managed to acquire enemies. Once I quarreled with a younger boy so hard that I pushed him and he fell. And he never got up. I got scared and ran away. Everyone took it for an accident, and I was silent. Of course, who wants to be labeled as a murderer? So I pretended to have nothing to do with it. For the time being it was scary, until everything more or less settled down. I already began to believe that this event would pass me by and would not hurt me, even though I felt guilty.
But one day ... I was caught by a group or rather a gang of teenagers my age or a year or two older. Of course I asked what they wanted from me. One of them came close to me until the others let me escape.
- It's you ... you are to blame ...
It turned out that it was the older brother of that boy. He fell into a coma, but one day he woke up for a short time. His relative was alone in the ward and did not even have time to call the doctors, and he could not figure it out. All he asked was, "Who did it?" The boy said my name and surname. And he fell asleep again.
It's my fault. I tried to apologize somehow. I honestly did not know that he had a brother, and could not know that he would want to take revenge on me ... I did not know.
- I don't care what you didn't know, do you hear, you ?! He may die, and all because of you !!
His voice ... he was so angry, so loud ... so full of pain. I understood that he felt angry. But I didn't think it would turn out like this! I tried to get through somehow, but to no avail. I was dragged towards the forest, to the gate. There were legends about this place in our city. The fire, the loss of five children, ghosts ... I was overtaken by horror, but I did not believe it, I considered it just horror stories.
I would like to escape, albeit shamefully, but escape my punishment. Yes, I was a coward. I felt that something bad was in store for me. But I could not imagine that it was so much.
We went through the gate, he walked in front and led the others. They dragged me like a sack, not caring that I stumbled literally at every step. They did everything he said: they pushed me to the ground and surrounded me. Now the path to freedom was closed. What were they going to do? Usually, in such cases, the victim will be hit. Well, I thought I was just going to get beat up properly, and that's it. Perhaps I would have earned myself a fracture or something, went to the hospital, but I would have survived ...
How naive I was.
- Hey, give them back!
- Oh, no, no, why do you need them?
He tore the watch off my hand. The watch my father gave me. Shit! I tried to resist, but leg flew straight into my chest. And more ... more ... in the back ... in the shoulder ...
It seems ... they broke ... my rib ...
- Well, how do you like now? Not really, is it?
They really started beating me. And mostly not the leader himself, but others. Specifically, I did nothing to them, but since I crossed the road to him, I crossed them too. And at that time he himself stood and watched. With a grin, he liked it ... and the others laughed at my pain-distorted mine.
... Then I got punched in the face, already from the leader. I wheezed, screamed, whimpered, tried to say something, but they wouldn't let me do it. Then stones were used. I was a target, to my then happiness, not for long. But all the same he could not get up and almost rested his forehead against the grass. My vision was dulled from bruises and gushing blood, I was distracted by the torment in my body, by the pain in my chest. It was very difficult to breathe. I thought they would stop there and just leave.
I somehow raised myself and looked at him. He looked at me from top to bottom predatory, but in his eyes that sense of victory was not visible. What else did they want from me? ...
It was as if he saw this question in my eyes and ... pulled out a twisted rope from behind his back. It was strong and long in appearance. Whether intuitively, but then I quickly understood everything. My eyes widened in fear, I fell on my back, trying to somehow defend myself, crawl away, and convulsively shook my head.
`` N-no, wait ...
I was so ... pathetic. What was I hoping for? A light punishment? This does not happen, only I realized it late.
But I didn't want to die! I knew that they would not let me go, but continue to beg for mercy.
They just grabbed me by the arms and dragged me somewhere again. Now I know how people who are led to the scaffold feel.
- No, no, no! Please no!
- Shut up!
I kicked and shouted, over and over, but it was useless against them. They just tied me up and hit me again for prevention.
And they turned out to be enterprising. They even made a loop in advance for lynching, so as not to fool around in the forest. Unfortunately...
I ... don't remember ... don't remember. I was suddenly lifted into the air, and just as abruptly, this air disappeared from my lungs. The broken rib hurt even more than when I was beaten. I coughed, tried to inhale, opening my mouth wide, convulsively jerking my legs and arms, trying to pull the noose off my neck. But the neck seems to have broken instead.
It took me a long time to pass out.
But I still remember his last phrase:
- Dead shoes are useless.
I woke up at night. It was dark, only the stars shone in the black sky, and the silhouettes of the trees were frightening. I had no shoes on. I looked around. No one around. They're gone? I'm in hell? Or not?
There was a noose around my neck ... oh, right, they hanged me. But why am I here? Surprisingly, the injuries I received did not hurt and did not cause torment, even a broken neck did not make itself felt. I didn't even breathe!
Have I become a ghost?
I didn't know what to do next, and just looked around. Where should I go? What to do? I still stood and stood in one place ...
Until I heard some noise nearby. I already had nothing to lose, and I went for it. I couldn’t know WHO I’m getting to know. I couldn’t have known that those stories about the spirits of missing children were true. I didn't think they would accept me into their ranks. I didn't think I would become another prisoner of this damn place. But you know ... I’m not alone now. Yes, I hated my killers, but I ... I guess I deserve it. And even if I became no better than them, but someone much worse, I did not think that I would have ... friends?
... Yes, perhaps friends.
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“Please forgive me if I end up breaking your heart.”
jimin x reader (or oc)
genre: fluff
word count: 3.2K
a/n: I hope this isn’t too much of a mess :( as I was editing I ended up changing things and adding a bunch so I’m not sure if it flows all that well but nonetheless, here it is. This takes place a week after Jimin and Dear define their relationship in “I think we should avoid overthinking.” I hope you all enjoy and thank you for reading! :))
p.s. Happy Jimin Day! I love this sweet, one of a kind man so much!! I hope he had an amazing birthday <3
p.s.s. Happy birthday @thatredwine!!! <3 Jimin’s birthday twin :( thank you so much for all of the support you give me and my writing. It’s unreal and I cannot tell you how grateful I am that you found this blog. I love having you here and I just adore you. 28 is going to look amazing on you. I hope you enjoy this drabble, it’s for you <3 (it also features a bit of Joon bc you deserve it)
WITH his hand encasing yours, fingers intertwined, he dragged you through the hallway, you giggling as you he told you to hurry up.
“We have about thirty minutes, maybe more,” he told you, turning the corner, Namjoon’s studio door in sight. “Gotta hustle, Dear.”
“You’re gonna yank my arm out of its socket,” you joked, Jimin scoffing as he looked back at you with a fond smile.
“So dramatic,” he teased as he pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arms around your body and leading you backwards toward Namjoon’s studio, your hands enclosing over his slim waist as you giggled. “Remind me to get you a crown.”
“Huh?” You asked in confusion, Jimin smirking.
Suddenly, he halted, his arm leaving your body momentarily to knock on the door. “Drama queen,” he told you simply, you huffing as you rolled your eyes, Jimin letting out a light chuckle.
Knocking on the door again, Jimin’s eyes pulled together in question. You both waited in silence for a moment, hearing no “come in” or “one second”; just complete silence, which would have been fairly normal for Yoongi’s studio, but not Namjoon’s. Jimin knocked again, you both waiting for a response, still receiving none.
“Should we just walk in?” He asked, you shrugging against him. Waiting a couple more seconds, Jimin tried the knob, and when it turned, he shrugged and pulled the door open, turning his back to it as he walked backward into it, you peering over your boyfriend’s shoulder to spot Namjoon’s new but very close friend shaking out her hair as Namjoon straightened his posture in his chair, spinning around to look at his intruders.
“Oh?” You said in surprise, Jimin quickly letting you go as he turned around in suspicion.
“Oh, sorry,” your boyfriend immediately said, both of you staring awkwardly at Namjoon as he sat in his chair, his hair slightly disheveled as his friend stood beside him, her hand on her hip as if to look nonchalant. “I didn’t know you were here, my bad,” Jimin explained, the girl shaking her head as if it wasn’t a big deal.
“What are you two up to?” She asked, trying to act normal, despite you and Jimin nearly catching them in a… compromising position, despite the duo’s claim to be ‘just friends’.
“Ah, not much, I just finished recording for a bit,” he told the girl. “We’re actually just heading to do the thing I told you about,” Jimin said, directing his comment to Namjoon, the man’s eyes widening as Jimin spoke. “So I just thought I’d let someone know in case they need me sooner than they expected,” he explained to Namjoon, the older man clearing his throat as he nodded.
“Oh, yeah, cool,” Namjoon continued to nod, his friend holding back a smile. “Have fun,” Namjoon added, smirking as he caught the girl fighting her amusement.
“Yeah,” Jimin said, grabbing your hand. “You too,” your boyfriend noted with a teasing tone, Namjoon snorting as his friend slapped his arm. Leading you out of the room, Jimin chuckled to himself, you following along with an amused smile of your own.
Shutting the door behind you both, you and Jimin looked to each other with knowing expressions. “They’re just friends,” you told Jimin innocently, the man throwing his head back in laughter, falling against you adorably.
“Ahh,” he yelled out, pushing you down the hallway, “so awkward,” he did a little wiggle to physically express his discomfort at catching them as they were up to something.
“Oh shush,” you giggled, “they’re cute. And they’re taking things at their own pace, which we know all about, now don’t we,” you told your boyfriend, the man smiling as he nodded.
“Points,” he noted, you scrunching your nose at him. “Now come on, we got places to be,” he told you, you giggling as he led you to god knows where. Reaching the elevator, you gave him a skeptical look. “Just trust me,” he giggled. “Close your eyes.”
With a bit of hesitance, which was just to tease him, you shut them, allowing him to press the floor number without you watching. Stepping behind you, he placed his hands over your eyes to shield your vision from his pending surprise.
“Where the hell are we going?” You asked through your massive grin, Jimin pressing a kiss to the back of your head.
“Patience,” he whispered into your hair.
“I have none,” you added, Jimin giggling as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
When the elevator dinged, the door opening, he gently guided you out, you both taking a few steps forward before stopping. “Ok,” he breathed out. “We’re nearly there.” Spinning your bodies 180 degrees, he continued covering your eyes. “Any guesses?”
“I literally have no clue,” you admitted, just as Jimin’s giggles intermingled with the sounds of a door opening, street noises soon joining the mix. Hit with a rush of cool air, you gasped. “Oh my god, are we on the roof?”
Uncovering your eyes, Jimin stepped back from you as you turned around to see him standing with his arms open, the Seoul city lights shining behind him. “Surprise,” he told you softly, you shaking your head in disbelief.
“Jimin,” you cooed. “This is so cool, oh my god.” Looking around in surprise, you wondered why you had never been up there before. “Wait, I didn’t even know there was access to the roof, since when is this allowed?”
Letting out a light chuckle, he reached out for you, pulling you into him as he held you in a hug, your arms easily wrapping around his waist. “Honestly, I don’t know if it is allowed, which is why I had to tell Namjoon where we are so he can tell me if I’m needed. That way we can hurry down without getting caught,” he chuckled, you pulling away to shoot him a look of shock.
“You’re so bad,” you smiled as you teased him. “Sweet, and unbelievably amazing, but so bad.”
“Thank you,” he smirked. “Come here,” he told you, grabbing your hand and leading you further into the space, allowing you to see the little picnic basket, which you immediately recognized at Jin’s.
“Chim, oh my god, what have you done?” You asked, the man laughing in amusement by your surprise.
“We’ve been a couple for a week now, and I haven’t had time to take you out on a proper date yet,” he told you, turning to look at you. “So I thought maybe this would be a decent alternative until I can take you out.”
With the moonlight and the Seoul skyline reflecting off his face, you were able to make out his bashful expression, his nervousness etched into his pretty features. Driven by pure love and appreciation, you wasted no time in placing your hand to the side of his face, pressing your lips to his as you kissed him passionately.
Since deciding to take the step from friends to lovers, there had been a lot of kissing between the two of you, but this one felt different as you tried to pour every ounce of love and admiration and gratitude you’d developed for him, not just in that moment but over the course of your entire time knowing the man.
No man had ever respected you and cared for you the way Jimin did, and you found it easy to open up to him, which was rare for you. You’d been in love with him for so long, you forgot what it felt like to not love Jimin. And that’s what you wanted to tell him with the kiss.
You were afraid that words would never be enough. Or that you wouldn’t be able to speak the words as you meant them.
Pulling away just slightly, you pecked his lips once more before whispering, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to express to you how much I love you, and I’m sorry for that.” Tears began forming in your eyes as you spoke. “But please know, you’ve changed me and my life, and I couldn’t be more grateful for you and your existence.”
Jimin let out a breath of air, as if he had been holding it in, scared of missing a single syllable of your confession. “I-“ he started, searching his overwhelmed mind for the right words. “This really isn’t much, Dear,” he downplayed the thought he put into the evening.
“It’s everything, Chim,” you assured him. “Thank you.”
“I love you,” he told you before kissing you repeatedly, you giggling at the action, the kiss becoming perfectly messy, riddled with laughter and smiles. Pulling you against his frame, he hugged you close and tightly, you exhaling into the embrace as you melted in your boyfriend’s arms. “Do you want to see what I brought?” He whispered in your ear, alluding to the picnic basket.
Pulling away from him to look at his face, you nodded. With a stunning smile, he turned away from you, releasing you from his hold as he crouched down next to the basket. Pulling out a bottle of wine, he gracefully used his other hand to model it, you gasping in appreciation.
“Is there even food in there or is it just wine,” you teased, Jimin giggling as he pulled out some insulated lunch boxes. “Wow, my boyfriend, everyone,” you noted, looking around at the city. “Incredible.”
“Jin helped me,” he exposed himself, you giggling as Jimin set the food and wine down. “I did however forget wine glasses, because I’m an idiot,” he told you as he pulled out a pair of plastic cups. “So I stole these from Yoongi’s studio.”
“Resourceful,” you complimented with a grin. “That’s sexy.” With a snort, he put the cups down, grabbing his phone and connecting it to a Bluetooth speaker before starting some music. “You really did plan everything out,” you appreciated, Jimin smiling shyly as he worked on uncorking the wine.
The song that echoed across the rooftop, fading into the night sky, was ‘Sweet’ by Cigarettes After Sex. As you swayed to the song, Jimin pouring the wine into the disposable cups, your eyes were set on him. Looking up at you, he smiled before standing, holding out one of the cups to you.
You know that I’m obsessed with your body
But it’s the way you smile that does it for me.
Jimin’s smile. There really was nothing quite like it in the world. You were obsessed with it; especially when it was directed to you, his expression full of love.
Taking the cup from him, you tapped it against his own. “To us,” you spoke softly, Jimin’s smile only widening, his eyes turning to crescents.
“To us, Dear.” Both of you took a drink of the wine, the swallows a bit larger than what most people would take. And as soon as the slightly bitter liquid slid down your throats, Jimin’s arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you to his body as he swayed with you.
“I still can’t believe you did all of this,” you told him, Jimin’s gaze scanning over your face thoughtfully.
Cocking his head to the side, he pulled his eyebrows together slightly. “Of course I did this for you,” he told you sincerely. “I want to do more for you. I want to give you everything.”
“You love me in a way that no one ever has,” you whispered. “With my dad,” you started, Jimin nodding in understanding, making it so you didn’t have to elaborate on your father’s absence in your life since you were young. “And my dating history,” you added, your boyfriend’s hand sliding from your lower back to your side, squeezing comfortingly. “It’s hard for me to feel worthy of you sometimes.” The admission had him shaking his head slowly at you.
“You’re worth more than what I can give you,” he assured you while also revealing one of his own insecurities. “But thank you for allowing me to try to love you the way you deserve.”
“Jimin,” you started, your boyfriend talking over you.
“I’m always going to be trying,” he told you firmly. “I promise.”
“I wouldn’t ask you for more, Chim,” you assured him. “What you can give me is more than enough. Never doubt that.”
Leaning toward you, Jimin caught your lips with his own, kissing you passionately, expressing unspoken promises into the action. You knew Jimin was very much in love with you, and though you loved him just as deeply and devotedly, you were still learning to trust yourself with someone as generous and sensitive as your lover.
Resting his forehead against your own, your hand met the side of his face as you cradled his soft cheek. “Jimin,” you breathed out shakily. “Please forgive me if I end up breaking your heart.”
You weren’t sure where the words came from. Perhaps it was the song’s bridge, repeating the lyric, “And I will gladly break it, I will gladly break my heart for you,” and your knowledge that Jimin would do just that for you. Or perhaps it was your internalized belief that you could never treat someone like Jimin the way they deserved to be treated. You didn’t mean to speak the words, but you realized how truly you felt them. If you broke his heart, you wouldn’t just lose a boyfriend, you’d lose your best friend. Your favorite person. Your soulmate. And it would be all your fault.
“Hey,” he interrupted your thoughts, placing a sweet peck to you lips to bring your attention to him. “You won’t break my heart.” Before you could protest, he shook his head. “No, I trust you, Dear.”
You hoped he was right.
Nodding, he smiled comfortingly at you. “I love you,” he told you for the second time that night, your lips curving into a small smile that you just couldn’t hold back.
“I love you, Chim.” The phrase had been exchanged frequently between you both but you didn’t think you’d ever tire of hearing them, or saying them.
As the song faded out, the next one starting, you rested your head against his shoulder, nuzzling your nose against his neck in a way that made him squirm from being ticklish.
In that moment, the man who owned your heart blissfully happy, you could see the accumulating moments throughout your friendship that led you to this rooftop with him. It was as if it was playing back in your mind like a movie montage on one of those old film reels…
Your first meeting with Jimin on that October night, his birthday, his smile as bright as the street lamps and neon signs shining in the night sky; the time he brought you body wash, handing it to you as you showered, you splashing his face with water, teasing him about sneaking a peak at your naked frame; the countless times he had brought takeout and wine to your apartment after work asking you all about your day as you both downed the bottle, becoming increasingly touchier the more the alcohol influenced your actions; the night you first told him about your childhood, opening up about the absence that had impacted you throughout your life; dancing with him in the studio a few weeks prior, nearly kissing him for the first time before Taehyung barged in cluelessly, asking if you wanted to go get pancakes at 11 pm; and the night you and Jimin finally crossed the line of friendship, just a week ago after two years of holding back, hands feeling every morsel of flesh as you tried to grasp onto the reality of the moment, feeling rushes of excitement and relief, Jimin’s stunning features glowing in the low light of your bedroom as his darkened eyes focused on you and only you.
With the past two years of experiences with this man running through your head, you realized that maybe you didn’t completely trust yourself with loving him quite yet, but it was Jimin. And as much as no one had ever loved you like Jimin did, you also had never loved anyone like you did Jimin.
Placing your trust in the universe that led you into one another’s arms, and more importantly, in Jimin, and his unwavering faith in you, you realized that was enough. This moment, him, it was all enough. Relaxing in his arms, you kissed the side of his neck tenderly.
“I think you’re the end of all my endings,” you whispered, Jimin smiling as he soothed his hand overtop your hip.
“I know I am,” he said simply, you giggling at his surety as he lifted his cup to his lips. Downing the wine in a few gulps, he nodded to you, you smiling before doing the same. Taking the cup from you, he dropped them to the ground, grabbing your hand to pull you against him, leading you in a proper dance as he hummed along with the melody of a song you didn’t recognize.
Soaking in the moonlight, every touch Jimin placed upon your body felt like home while simultaneously sending a rush throughout your frame. Spinning you under his arm, you threw your head back in laughter at nothing but the bliss that came with being with Jimin in this way. Carefree and in love. So fucking in love.
Draping your hands over his shoulders, his find your waist, you sighed contently. “Thank you for always believing in me,” you sincerely expressed your gratitude for the man. His gaze was kind as he watched you carefully. “You help me see the good in myself.”
Jimin’s soft eyes scanned your features, a smile forming on his pretty lips. “I won’t stop until you see what I see,” he told you with a grin. “And even then, I won’t stop.” You giggled at the comment, Jimin pressing his lips to your cheek. “Do you think there’s another us somewhere in the world?” He asked thoughtfully, his orbs staring into yours.
Lightly chewing on your bottom lip, you hummed. “No,” you answered simply, watching as the smile on your boyfriend’s lips widened, his eyes crinkling. “Maybe that’s naïve,” you shrugged, “but I don’t think there’s anyone else on the entire planet quite like you,” you told him. “And I think we’re special.”
“I agree with that last statement,” he nodded cutely. Giggling at his adorableness, you pulled him into another kiss, the man easily falling into step with your lead, arms wrapping fully around your waist as he pulled you flush with his own stature.
With the music humming in the backdrop of the chilly night air, you basked in the rareness of your union, your lips moving against his own. It was that moment that you vowed to always fight for Jimin. Fight for your us. You promised yourself and you promised the man, though he was unaware of it, that you would battle anything that tried to come between you both. Even if it was your own mind. You wouldn’t let him slip away.
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Grace and Country 2/5
Rating: M
Pairing: 'Hangman' Adam Page/F!OC, One-Sided Kenny Omega/F!OC
Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Harrassment.
Co-Written with @lilmissriottbliss
Taglist - @moxleyunstable, @axelwolf8109
Summary: Ava and Adam go on that date, it goes about you'd expect with the Dark Order involved, Things with Kenny come to a head.
"Violet!"
"Ava? Mon Cher Smackdown is about to start why are you screaming?"
Violet gave Finn a look before putting her friend on speaker "Mon Roi is here too, what has you so excited?"
"ADAM ASKED ME OUT ON A DATE!" The younger woman yelled
Ava could hear Violet cursing in French from a small distance. “Really? That’s amazing! Give me details now!”
“I lost my phone and he found it near your adopted brother and then Kenny was annoying me again so he covered for me by saying we were going on a date so we’re actually going on one!”
“I’m so happy for you!”
“Could you do me a solid?” Ava asked
Of course darling," Violet agreed
"Could you guys not tell the big boss?" Ava begged "You know I love Seth to death, he's my dad shaped person but he wasn't happy about this whole AEW deal and he'll be even less happy to know I'm going out with one of their biggest stars"
Violet and Finn silently looked at each other before agreeing to the younger woman's request
"We have you covered darlin" Finn said
"What are you going to do about Omega?I'm starting to worry. He's really not taking no for an answer"
“I honestly don’t know” Violet handed Finn her phone, taking out the one meant to contact family. “I think she’s going to threaten Malachi into watching over you” Finn laughed.
Ava sighed in relief. While Malachi Black, formerly Aleister to Violet, was dark and broody, he did scare Kenny with a simple stare.
“So how’s Mox doing?” Violet asked
"Good, he got Omega off my back last night at Dynamite, threatened him with Ruby." Ava said "He said something about promising Seth to look out for me?"
"Seth called him and Miro when you decided to go to AEW." Finn explained
"Called in a couple of favors. You are the baby."
Ava rolled her eyes even though the couple couldn't see her "You've got to be kidding. I can take care of myself"
“We know you can take care of yourself, Seth has a overprotective complex”
Ava sighed but didn’t disagree. “We got to go now, see you tomorrow!” Violet hung up.
Ava turned off her phone, seeing a text from Kenny. Rolling her eyes she deleted it. “Is he ever gonna get the point?” she asked herself before flopping on her hotel bed with a sigh. He thoughts turning to the next day and the date she'd been dreaming of for years.
-Next Day-
She met Adam outside a café, the cowboy looking handsome in normal street clothes and without a certain purple and black group shadowing him.
“Wow, you look great” He said. As she grinned and twirled once, showing off the chic black suit she'd chosen for their date.
“Hope you don’t mind but I invited Violet and Finn just in case your friends crash this”
Adam laughed. “They probably will ”
Inside the cafe, Finn and Violet were waiting at a four person table, surprisingly without their daughter in tow.
"Where's my honey bunches?" Ava said with a pout, that Adam found adorable
"Becky and Seth have her" Finn explained "Shes having a playdate"
“Next time you bring her” Ava pointed. Finn raised his hands and laughed. Violet slid over a black coffee to Adam.
He accepted it with a smile. “So you’re both going after the top titles in Smackdown” he grinned.
“Yup!” Finn grinned. “It was fun in NXT but I wasn’t spending another week without my husband there” Ava sighed.
“It’s harder to get a title shot in AEW, I have no idea how to get to Britt”
“I lost the chance to be the inaugural champ because someone thought an ass deserved it” Adam muttered.
“Adam I think your shadows are here” Violet pointed to a booth in the corner
Sure enough, the purple and black clad Dark Order filled 2 corner booths, trying and failing to be inconspicuous.
"Oh god" Adam murmured "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have told them where we were going"
"They really care about you" Ava smiled at Adam causing that feeling to flutter in his chest again.
"You may not, have been the first AEW champion but you've got a shot at Kenny at All Out" Finn says
"Sure do" Adam says "I can't wait, I've owed Kenny an ass whipping for a while now"
“Fucking creep” Ava rolled her eyes. “How’s Paige?”
“You don’t know that from Mox?” Violet raised an eyebrow. Ava shook her head
“She’s ok, doing wonders with her makeup. Her and Sonya are planning a wedding”
Ava nodded. “Sorry about the Kingdom disbanding”
Finn rolled his eyes. “Of course Vince brings up Shotzi and us but doesn’t want Kyle, Millie, Priscilla or Jordan”
Adam and Ava share a smile knowing while AEW wasn't a paradise by any means…it wasn't run by Vince.
A loud bang sounded from the back of the restaurant and every turned to see one of the corner tables flipped on its side as John Silver looked around sheepishly.
Adam dropped his head in his hands as Ava giggled "I'm sorry, I'm gonna go uh…handle this" he said rising from his seat and heading toward the back.
"They are quite the band of misfits aren't they?" Violet said as she tried not to laugh as they watched Adam easily lift the table back in place and start seemingly scolding them for crashing their double date.
"They love him, and with the entire….mess with the Elite…their very overprotective." Ava explained
“Reminds me of Seth” Violet said. Ava’s eyes widened.
“It totally is!” Finn laughed as Adam came back and sat down.
“They swear it’s just a coincidence they all wanted to come here on the same day and time as my date”
Violet flipped her hair and put on her flirty voice. “So this a date?
Adam blushed hard. “Um…well, it’s definitely not a…friend thing…we’re not friends. I mean we are friends!, but I want to be more then friends!"
Ava blushed as she watched Adam flounder under Violet's question
"Leave him alone, mo chroi" Finn finally rescued the younger man from his wife.
“I was just being a good friend” Violet smirked.
Adam took a breath. “I don’t know why but I have a thing for goth people”
Ava looked at Violet.
“Really? Is that why you went to the Dark Order?”
“Honestly? Kenny ruined tag teams for me. The Bullet Club went to shit after you were kicked out”
Finn’s eye twitched, remembering how the Young Bucks fucked him over.
“The Bullet Club is nothing to me now. They ruined it!”
“The Elite’s worse, nothing but kissing Kenny’s ass, apparently he was looking to go to Impact and take their top title”
“Thank god the old man bought them, Impact might have been the worse part of my career but AEW would have ruined them” Violet sipped her ice coffee.
Adam sighed.
“I don’t know what happened. One minute he was my brother, now he’s a stranger” Adam said quietly as Ava rubbed his back
"Its okay, your going to take the AEW title from him at All Out." Ava consoled him.
The 2 couples finished their meal and left the restuarant, Finn and Violet heading to the arena to get ready for Smackdown, and Ava and Adam walking though the city streets enjoying each other's company.
"This has been great" Ava says as they finally end up back at the hotel
"We'll have to do it again sometime" Adam replied causing Ava to blush again.
"Maybe next time….just the two of us?" He asked softly
“No demon and vampires. No Dark Order” Ava agreed. Adam hugged her.
“Adam!” Evil Uno yelled. The pair looked at the stable. Anna walked over. “Well, the date was a success so Alex made you this” She handed a black jacket to Ava. It had a purple rose stitched in the back.
“Wow, Alex’s a suckup” Adam joked. “I’m totally wearing this next week” Anna smiled.
“C’mon Adam, before the idiots start screaming”
He rolled his eyes but hugged Ava goodbye, kissing her hair before walking away.
The Next Week
After spending the weekend and into the next week bouncing between elation over her successful date with Adam (including spending a hefty amount of time texting back and forth with the cowboy) and annoyance that Kenny just would not stop texting and calling, it was finally Wednesday and time for that weeks episode of Dynamite, at which Ava had a match against Nyla Rose.
Over the past few days she had gone hunting for more appropriate gear to compliment her new jacket and was now wearing black leather shorts with purple accents and a purple and black corset top.
"Don't you look like a full fledged member of the misfit society, I really thought you'd have better taste Sweetheart" Kenny said walking up to her, the Young Bucks flanking him
“I’ve liked purple and black before the Dark Order existed” Ava snapped.
Kenny grabbed her arm. “Let go!”
“I just want what’s best for you” Kenny said fiercely
“HEY!” Darby Allin hit Kenny with a skateboard.
“She’s said no to you for weeks now, get lost!” He roared, Ava seeing why Mox had pretty much adopted him.
Kenny looked panicked and all but ran. The Bucks, glaring at her as the followed
“Thanks” Ava said to Darby. “I hate that fucker”
"Join the club" Darby replied
Later that night after beating Nyla Rose, Ava was celebrating in the ring when Kenny's music hit and The Elite surrounded the ring.
"I really tried to do this in private Ava, baby but you just won't listen to me, you'd rather hang out with those losers instead of being part of The Elite"
“I. Am. Not. Your. Baby!” Ava screamed,.
Kenny stepped in, smirking. “Just accept the date”
The crowd began chanting variations of yes and no.
Then the music of the Dark Order hit, Adam leading the stable to a beat down. Colt tackled Kenny, Adam waving sarcastically at him before going over to Ava, "You okay Darlin?"
"Yeah, fucking asshole. Why won't he leave me alone"
"Ava, Ava!" Kenny panted, "I have a deal for you, since you and the drunk, seem so close lately, Next week….you and Adam against me and Britt Baker. You win, you get a title shot at All Out. You two lose, Cowboy loses his shot, and you go out with me"
Ava looked at Adam, who was clenching his jaw. Anna and Evil Uno nodded their heads.
Ava grabbed a mic. “We accept! And let’s raise the stakes!!! If we win and move on to kick you asses at All Out, you leave me the fuck alone!”
Kenny gulped "Done!"
“I’ll add to that!” Adam yelled. “When I kick your ass, you don’t get to have a rematch as long as I’m champion. Let someone else get an opportunity”
"Deal!" Kenny said cockily "It doesn't matter anyway "You two are gonna lose and when you do...not only will Adam never get a shot at the AEW Championship, Ava...baby...your all mine"
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OCtober - Day 2 - Glass
Author's note: Thank you to@oc-growth-and-development for the challenge, I think this will be pretty interesting, as it got my creative juices already stirring (you can find their amazing blog and challenge here).
All my stories for this challenge will feature my OC Andrea Jones and Victor Li, from the MLQC fandom.
I walked barefoot through the bedroom wing, the moonlight my only guide as I moved through the darkness. It was close to 3 am, and I found myself alone in a cold bed, my husband nowhere to be found. Well, I knew where he was, and I knew he probably would want to be left alone, but I wasn’t going to do that. Nobody should be left alone in the dark with their ghosts.
I found him, as usual, sitting on the leather sofa facing the large windows of our living room, sipping a drink, watching the skyline. Without a word, I sat next to him.
“I’m sorry I woke you.” He spoke softly, reaching for another glass and filling it with whiskey.
“You know me well.” I smiled, taking the glass from him.
“You’re not as mysterious as you think.” He threw, leaning against the sofa, returning to silence again.
I watched him surreptitiously, as he got himself lost in the view, trying to assess how bad he was feeling. His bangs looked damp, which indicated he probably had a nightmare. Those were never good, they almost always featured his days of torture back at the orphanage.
“Am I really more interesting than the view?” He scolded me. I obviously wasn’t as discreet as I thought.
“Well, maybe with your clothes off.” I joked, getting a scoff in return.
“Idiot.”
“Jerk.”
Silence filled the room again, the only sound being the thump of the glass on the table, as Victor prepared helped himself with another serving.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
After almost two years together, I should have known better than to ask that question. Victor felt this need to never let others see how fragile he really was, even the ones closest to him. It was a defense mechanism he had developed from childhood, due to his trauma and family history: every time he felt his weaknesses could be exposed he raised a proverbial wall around him, thick and dark. What people saw as aloofness and coldness was actually his walls around him, keeping him safe from the world.
In my case, the wall took a different form. We were married, I knew about his past, at least some of it, and Victor trusted me enough to let me see his pain. But not to comfort it. With me, he put up a glass wall, transparent enough for me to see him, to know that no matter what, he was always by my side, but sturdy enough to isolate him from my love. Sometimes I felt like that wall was so real that if I raised my hand I would hear the sound of my nails scraping its surface. And there I was, seeing the faint shadow of anguish on his poker face, listening to his heart pounding hard in his chest, but unable to hold him, knowing he would likely push me away if I tried.
They say the best way to catch a frightened animal is to lure him out of his hiding. So instead of making him talk about his pain, I talked about mine.
“When I left the hospital after the beating, I remember feeling so hopeless, broken, unfixable.”
Victor took a deep breath but remained silent, his eyes focused on Loveland’s night sky.
“I remember telling that to my mother one day, that would never be whole again. I had given up on my career for Daniel, and because of him I lost most of my friends, almost lost my family, and was no longer able to have children, so I had lost my future as well.”
Victor turned to me to retort, but I stopped him before he could speak.
“I know what you’re going to say, things turned out well in the end, I have you and Owen and a career, but that’s not what I’m talking about. This isn’t about how external factors seem to fit around you, this is about how you fit in yourself.” I got up, retrieving a root-shaped crystal from one of the living room shelves. “Did I ever tell you about this?”
“It’s a fulgurite. Your mother gave it to you.”
“The morning after I had that conversation with my mother, she showed up in my room holding this. Fulgurites are actually glass made by nature. They are created when lightning strikes the sand, melting it and creating lightning-shaped glass. They are like nature’s scars, witnesses of the lightning's abuse to the ground. But they are also a symbol of hope.”
Victor took the fulgurite from my hand, observing it as he considered my words. I continued my explanation.
“You see, when lightning strikes the sand and it becomes glass, the sand is not lost or destroyed, it is transformed. It becomes something beautiful and sturdier, sharper. It shows how the earth can be resilient, and magnificent, able to turn violence into a beautiful thing. Some events can be painfully shattering, and we may feel like we should keep hiding in the sand, but maybe we are beautiful glass instead, not the scorched sand we thought we were.”
Victor turned his gaze away from me, and I could see his eyes were full of love. But I knew he was seeing me as the fulgurite, not himself. At that moment, I wished the glass he placed between us would turn into a special lens, one through which he could see himself as I saw him, as a beautiful fulgurite, shaped by trauma and pain, yet beautiful and extraordinary. Still, I was happy that he at least had let his glass wall down, welcoming me in his arms, allowing me to love him as he deserved. I reached for his damp bangs, combing them in place, kissing his forehead.
“It must really be annoying to have a therapist as your mother.” He joked, leaning his face against my curls.
“You have no idea.”
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