#this isn’t to say I’m facing anything half as hard as this legend but I must say while I knew he was being
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Despite the dire likelihood of outing myself as a nut with this, I gotta say, the more I read y’all discussing how very unstable Rosie Rosenthal and his coping mechanisms are, the more I realize that due to sharing a similar mentality regarding getting the job of life done:
I should be locked up
#this isn’t to say I’m facing anything half as hard as this legend but I must say while I knew he was being#*that guy*#about it all I was also nodding my head like -straight facts king don’t let the crazy eyes give you away#masters of the air#mota#about the author 💋#rosie rosenthal#rosie mota
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We’re Okay
Adam Warlock x Reader
Summary: y/n & Adam disagree for the first time
Warnings: none ! just fluff :)
A/N: fifth part to the Firsts series! Sorry it took me so long to get the next part up! Had a super busy week :/ If you haven’t read the previous parts yet, my masterlist is here! (Can be read as a oneshot tho!)
taglist: @spderm4nnnn @nocturnest @joeysjaskier
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Adam loved everything y/n loved. Half because she was the one who introduced him to most things, and half because y/n just had good taste.
He loved all the different food she introduced him to, the books, the movies, the music. You listened to just about anything — classic crooners, r&b, pop throwbacks, show tunes.. you name it! Naturally, Adam listened to just about anything as well, but his favourites always featured a strong guitar.
Y/n nodded her head to the beat as The Black Keys filled her ears. They were one of her favourite groups, and one of the few she’d seen perform live on Terra before finding herself in space.
She was stretched over the couch, feet up on the arm rest on the side farthest from her, singing softly along to Everlasting Light.
“In me you can confide.. When no ones by your side.. Let me be your everlasting light.”
Adam walked in, cold drink in hand. “What’ya listenin’ to?” Y/n removed one of her earbuds and held it out for him to take. She retracted her legs to allow him to sit, and he pulled them back over his lap once he was settled in his spot. Taking the earbud, Adam immediately recognized the song and nodded his head in approval. Placing his drink on the coffee table, he leaned back into the pillows behind him, and they sat in contentment, singing along and creating actions to lyrics.
As the song ended, the rhythmic intro to Howlin’ For You began. “Oh, I love this one!” Adam stated. “Dan Auerbach.. what a legend.”
Y/n agreed, retelling the time she saw him live in concert. “His guitar solos were insane. Definitely my favourite guitarist.”
“Second favourite, you mean,” Adam said, shrugging lightly. Y/n raised an eyebrow and tilted her head in question. “After Adrian Belew, right?”
“Oh, I mean, he’s great, but Auerbach is still my favourite.”
Adam stared at her like he couldn’t believe the words that just came out of her mouth.
“You’re joking right? Adrian Belew is the greatest of all time!”
Y/n shrugged. “I dunno, I love his stuff too, but I think I just prefer the blues-y rock vibes over a lot of Adrian’s experimental stuff.”
Adam’s mouth was slightly agape now. “Oh c’mon. Oh Daddy? Pretty Pink Rose? I mean, the man played with David Bowie!” He was sitting up now, sharp eyebrows furrowed in frustration and hands out with his palms up in a ‘what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about’ manner.
Y/n sat up too, sensing more tension than she thought was necessary for such a trivial topic. “Babe, chill. So I don’t think Adrian Belew is the greatest of all time, so what? Why is it such a big deal to you?”
The golden man stood up now, throwing his hands down to his sides as he did. Her legs slid off his lap as he walked away from the couch, pacing a few steps away before turning around to face her again.
“Why isn’t it a bigger deal to you? How can you not think he’s the greatest guitarist of all time? He’s so clearly unmatched!”
Y/n rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “Why is it so hard to accept that I prefer Auerbach’s style? I’m not saying Adrian isn’t great, it’s just personal preference! When it comes to the experimental stuff I can only listen in small doses. I prefer alternative. Why is that such a problem for you?”
“Because we always like the same things!” He shouted. Y/n was taken by surprise, eyebrows raised in shock before her expression softened into a more curious one. Adam sighed, rubbing his temple with his palm as he sat back down on the edge of the couch. “We… I always like everything you’ve shown me. Everything. I mean, I don’t think I’ve disagreed with you once since we met. What if it starts with this — I like Belew and you like Auerbach — and then it becomes other things? And then next thing you know we don’t agree on anything?”
Y/n stared at him intently as he explained himself. He looked like a sad puppy, eyes round and lips in a pout. She stifled a chuckle as she realized what he was saying. Leaning forward, knees bent up to her chest, she placed her hands on his thigh. He looked at where she touched him before looking into her eyes. “Adam, it’s okay for us to disagree!”
He looked at her sheepishly. “It is?”
“Yes, silly,” y/n smiled at him, amused. “It’s sweet that you’re concerned about us growing apart, but every couple disagrees on some things. And usually over more important things than who the best guitarist is.”
Adam relaxed and scooted closer, bringing his hands to rest on the back of her calves. His thumbs rubbed her shins gently. “So.. we’re okay then?”
Y/n smiled. “Yes, you idiot, we’re okay.”
Adam sighed in relief. He adjusted his position so he was resting his head on her knees, an arm hooked around her leg to hug it close to him. Y/n melted at the sight him — a powerful man who could single-handedly bring down an army, so soft and delicate with her.
She brought a hand to his head and stroked through his hair before placing a kiss on his forehead. He snuggled closer at her show of affection and y/n smiled once again.
“We’re okay.”
#gotg 3#guardians of the galaxy vol 3#adam warlock#gotg v3#guardians of the galaxy#gotg vol 3#marvel#mcu#gotg#will poulter#adam warlock imagine#adamwarlock#adam warlock x reader#will poulter x reader#gotg 3 imagine#will poulter imagine#mcu fanfiction#adrian belew#the black keys
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How would a female hero of courage interact with the chain?
Well- this is certainly a new type of Reader! I know I try to keep Reader as gender neutral as possible so this kinda defeats the purpose... but just once won’t hurt anyone. Consider it done anon!
It'll be in headcanon form. I hope that's ok.
Masterlist
Content under the cut!
Twilight
Weak
Drinks his respect women juice every morning like Uli taught him
And Ilia wouldn’t hear any complaints of it as they grew up
Midna made sure he kept up with his routine
And Zelda was the final nail on the coffin
Can’t say no to whatever she requests
Wild teases him a lot
And by teases, I mean secretly complains
“You let her get away it!”
“Yeah Cub, because I know she wouldn’t hesitate to throw me over her shoulder and call it a day. I’m not getting in her way.”
Doesn’t pay too much attention to it
Frankly, care less about that and more about her age
If she’s younger, she’s getting the same treatment as the rest of the youngins
If she’s older, then the more power to her
She can get away with much more
He’s soft
While others may forget, he tries to keep in mind her need for privacy and space from the boys
Especially since she’s the only girl
On her team, 98% of the time
Warrior
Oh no another one
It’s Linkle all over again
Or so he thinks
Protective to a fault, poor guy
But he’s just Like That TM
Reader would gather really quickly it’s because he cares and not because of anything else
He does the same to Wind and Twilight and Legend and even Time
Warrior is used to female fighters so this isn’t anything for him to blink at
Have you seen his game? It’s like three males total- him included, villains not included
How much do you want to bet that Warrior also knows someone from Reader’s adventure?
You know.... for flavor :D
Warrior is quick to make them feel a part of the team and respected
Warrior is the first one to ask for their opinion on matters and Reader always comes up with a point he (and others) were missing
“Thanks Girlie. I knew you were brought with us for a reason. Glad to know that you’re on our side.”
Big Brother Warrior adopts another one. A Saga
Legend
Is not above sacrificing her to do the work so that he can get out of it
Challenges her at nearly every turn
Even more so than Warrior
And it’s not because she’s female
It’s just that it’s activating his sibling behavior with a vengeance and he’s going to make it her problem
Reader found him annoying, pessimistic, dramatic and hard to get along with
It was like cats and dogs
Even if Legend actually likes her
However Reader gets talked down to in public and Legend goes off
Completely tearing the offender to shreds with his words alone- although he’s tempted to do so physically as well
Reader doesn’t think he’s so bad after that
They judge people outfits together, you honor
They are each other’s ride or die
Legend gets to the point where she’s the only one he listens to without question
The Chain try and get her to talk to Legend when they’re trying to prank him
Reader agrees more than half of the time
Hyrule
A bit of a lost cause...
Has no idea how to approach this
Hella awkward- poor guy
Ignores it on principle
Treats her like one of the guys, only be reminded that she’s not a guy
It’s like a slap in the face every time- he tries so hard to just be normal
Give him a break he’s not used to people as it is
At least the people he’s met so far are nice and she’s nice and different from any of them
Doesn’t want to treat her like glass
Doesn’t want to be too overbearing in a group full of guys
Doesn’t want to treat her as an outcast
Doesn’t want to intrude on her personal space
Is he over thinking it? Oh yeah defiantly
Another hero that means well but is in uncharted territory
However, he’s never been afraid of uncharted territory before and this is no different
He’ll figure it out
Just give him some time
Wind
Big sister?
Someone as cool and kick butt as Tetra?
But like him? With the courage and the whole... not being like the others for whatever reason?
Admiration and following like a puppy
He looks up to the older heroes and obviously tries to emulate them
But something about her hits different
And he wants to do the same
It’s a shame he doesn’t know what it is
Wind is going to talk her ear off
(I hope she has the patients for him XD)
As he can see that Reader is older, he wants to ask questions about his sister, like why girls do x? Or y? Or z?
You know, things that they have in common but for the life of him, he doesn’t know why
So he might as well ask right?
Besides, if he asked Aryll, she might give him a half answer or not even know herself
But Reader should know, he trusts Reader’s judgment
Tries to wrestle her
A lot
Loses
Wild
Younger sister?
Hello? My old heart? How have you been?
He’s going to project so much
He means well by the end of the day and frankly it doesn’t matter if this hero is older than him
He has vague memories of a younger sister and it’s going to eat him alliiivvee
Gives her the best portions of food obviously and naturally serves her first
Will want to go horse back riding with her whether she knows how to or not
He can teach her! He can do archery with her! And sword fighting and shield surfing and cooking and and and and-
So long as his weapons and equipment don’t break on him anyway
He’s going to badger her about keeping her hair in decent condition and offering to braid it or brush it or just put it up for her
Who cares if he still has twigs and junk in his hair? That’s not his point
Is he a hypocrite? ... Just a bit
Might show off from time to time by taking wild animals momentarily just so she can pet them
Cut to Wild riding into camp on a bear
“Sissy! Look what I found!”
“Cub! Put him back!” Said literally everyone in the group.
“He’ll go back home on his own soon enough. I gave him honey glazed salmon as a treat. He’s so soft. Come see!”
Four
Well he just found his new best friend
Second to Zelda, of course
Is the one to ask for help with pranking people (mostly Legend)
Together, they nearly get away with it every time
Does she know blacksmithing? Is that a thing they teach the girls where she’s from?
It’s likely that she doesn’t
Oh well! Four is just going to have to make sure she’s taken care of
Very protective of her
Is going to get in her way multiple times
But in an accidentally on purpose sort of way
He gets stomped on, trampled and run over more times than he wishes to admit
He knows she can take care of herself, she’s just as much of a hero as all of them are
But Four sees her and sees Zelda and he gets this urge to keep her away from danger at all costs
It’s annoying
But they laugh and poke fun and he tries to tackle her for the hell of it and never succeeds
He means well, but that’s a conversation about to happen
It’s somewhere on the horizon
Time
Oh thank god, someone who knows what they’re doing
Do they?
Who knows. But Time is going to use their ability to wrangle the boys to his advantage because honestly?
It’s like herding cats otherwise
Or cuccos- at least he has experience with that
Doesn’t think too much of it
Also takes to her on the spot
The change of energy is nice but he’s to reassure her when the case may be
Like when the boys are a bit much or when they’re teasing her
Time says near the beginning of the trip that if they bug her too much to tell him and he’ll set them straight
Not to say that she can’t do it herself but honestly- why should she have to?
Clearly she’s been through enough as it is
They both spend quiet time together
May have fallen asleep on each other at some point
Denies it but also has a picture hidden somewhere in his belongs
No one knows who he stole it from because at least three of them have a copy
And yet he never approached them for it
The mysteries add on with The Old Man
Sky
Literally no different
This guy could not care less
Forgets half of the time
It’s not something he would pay attention to
Has to be genuinely reminded at least once
He’s used to being the “mom friend” so if they help out in that regard Sky is going to give them brownie points
Because these boys don’t care about those things and Sky is tired of having to remind people to chew with their mouth closed-
Help him
He can’t do this alone
Has to be prepared for all things all the time
If Reader could just lighten the load a little bit he would be eternally grateful
He would tell her story for years to come
Granted, he was going to talk about his friends anyway but this one takes special precedence
Is the one she vents to without a second thought
If she can help carry his role in the group than he can be there as her support as well
There’s no difference between the lives of heroes
It’s hard on everyone
#linked universe#linkedunivese#linked universe x reader#it's Mulan! Link all over again#I'll pay homage to her but I won't make it all about her I promise#I'll just sprinkle it around#those who get the joke will understand that is an *old* reference
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First years with a Lamia!Reader
The greek legends say that Lamia was once a beautiful Queen that the king of the gods himself fancied, much to his wife’s ire. When the Queen sired her many children, Hera struck them down by either sending fits of madness into Lamia’s mind, or by her own hand. In her tears, Lamia devoured the children of other mothers, slowly transforming into a terrifying, snakelike demon, who was blind by day, but free to hunt at night.
It is similar to the concept of the Naga, which is a semi-divine being that is half human and half cobra. The Naga is a powerful race, as each can transform between fully human, fully snake, and true naga form at will.
For this particular request, I have combined the two into a very…interesting creature.
Fangs Up!
Tw// monsters, snakes, physical violence, attempted cannibalism (as a joke), fish cannibalism, eating a “dog” whole, biting, mentions of poison/venom
Characters: Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek
There is simply something about you that makes it hard to look away. It’s similar to the Leech twins, in a way, or to the Diasomnia housewarden. There’s something in your eyes, in your movements, in the words that slip from your tongue. The prestige that Leona neglects to carry, but the sociability that Malleus himself lacks.
It seems as though you float, slink, and slide everywhere you go. It seems like one minute someone could be positive they’re completely alone in the hall, and the next they can feel your breath on their neck.
It isn’t uncommon for a non-humanoid to attend Night Raven College, it’s fairly common. It doesn’t make it any less nerve wracking.
All the upperclassmen have to remind themselves that at least they aren’t a first year, like you. They can leave sooner.
Ace:
There’s very few that would be bold enough to actively start a fight with you. Just like the Leech twins, you’re tall, insanely strong, and a bit intimidating. But very obvious warnings can’t stop this idiot!
No, he’s the first freshman to try and make friends with you, and he wastes no time immediately trying to fight you.
But oh, how the tables turn. You catch him alone in the hall between classes, seemingly lost, and walk to stand behind him, reading his schedule over his shoulder. Letting out a ‘tsk’ that sounded more like a hiss seemed to startled Ace, however. He let out a terrified squeak and jumped away panicked.
“Hahahah, you sound like a little mouse!” Your sharp teeth were on full display as you laughed, only remembering after a moment to cover your mouth as you did so, “You look a bit like one too, all wide eyes and big ears.”
“Hey! My ears aren’t big! They’re completely normal sized!” Ace pouted as he nervously covered his ears, “whatever, did you just come to make fun of me, or are you gonna help me get to class? Not that you’d be much help, you probably don’t know where anything is either.”
With a closed mouth grin, you took his schedule from him, “Class 1-7 alchemy? It’s right around the corner, three doors down on the left.” You handed it back, a smug look on your face.
“How’d you even know that? We’ve been here like, four days!”
“Maybe I’m just smarter than you.” You grinned, showing sharp fangs, “If you want, we can walk around campus after classes until you’re familiar with where everything is. It’s what I did.”
Ace raised his eyebrows for a moment, then shrugged, “Sounds better than flamingo duty. Our housewarden is such a stick in the mud.”
You laughed and leaned over him a moment to watch him squirm before simply patting his head, “See you later, Rat tail. I’ll pick you up in the dorm hall, yeah?”
Deuce:
Deuce isn’t a coward in any regard…except for when he’s scared. Listen, he can’t just unleash his delinquent side every time there’s an issue, and he has enough sense to not start shit with you.
However…he can’t naturally escape you. You’re friends with Ace, his best-friend-sometimes-enemy-sometimes-no-homo-boyfriend, so you’re friends with him whether you like it or not!
What he doesn’t seem to realize for a while, though, is that you actually don’t mind his company. He’s a good boy, he does his homework, he doesn’t cause trouble intentionally, and he seems to have enough street smarts to assess situations pretty well, even if he’s gullible and clumsy.
Honestly, nothing could have prepared him for this.
“Deuce,” you start, “Your sleeve has a tear.”
He blinked a moment before looking down at his arm, and, sure enough, there’s a long tear going all the way up his forearm. Not just that, but it’s deep, and he’s bleeding.
“Where did you get that?” You question, voice low, “Was it a fight?”
“N-no! At least, I don’t think so! I don’t remember it.”
You frown and take his arm, holding him tight when he instinctively tries to jerk back. When you run a finger on the cut and frown deeper, he begins to panic.
“Nobody touches what’s mine.” He hears you murmur before letting his arm drop, “I’ll walk you to the infirmary so they can check it out. If you didn’t feel it before, you might have a numbing agent or poison in your system. I’ll mend your shirt and sleeve after it gets washed.”
He doesn’t quite know what to do, but nod dumbly and let you guide him away.
Ace and Deuce see your snake form for the first time together. It seems as though it isn’t something you prefer around here, or around them, but instead something you save for emergencies.
The emergency in question is that their dorm leader is having a mental breakdown and getting pretty close to killing the dorms population.
It’s a few beats into him trying to beat Ace with a rose bush that looks more like a tree before Riddle’s movement stops and he screams in anger.
When Ace manages to peek beyond the shrubbery, he sees you. He watches as you coil yourself around Riddle, restraining his movement with your long snakelike body, face showing a small amount of remorse as you squeeze him until he looks like he’s about to pass out.
Deuce is running to Ace, now, pulling him to his feet.
“Deuce- Deuce, look at the dorm head.”
“I know, I know, I saw.”
“No, I mean the snake- it’s- y/n….”
“I noticed, yeah. Kinda cool to have a snake friend, right?”
Deuce and Ace looked to you at the same time, watching as you opened your mouth to bite a now unconscious Riddle. You paused, locking eyes with them, then closed your mouth and instead let go of Riddle, carefully laying him on the ground.
“Thank you for not eating him, Y/N.”
“I dunno, Deuce, I kinda think they should have.”
“ACE NO-“
Jack:
The best kept secret of NRC is the vow of silence everyone is Heartslabyul was sworn to about how Riddle was defeated. The worst kept secret, though, is how Leona was defeated.
No, you hadn’t really talked to Jack before your investigation into the mysterious accidents right before the spelldrive tournament, but he became a close ally near overnight. Unfortunately, that overnight happened to be the one before the morning Leona overblotted.
Jack looked worriedly between you, the braincell duo, Ruggie, Leona, and Riddle. He needed to find out where to prioritize his needs - you’re built strong, but do you need protecting? Where is he needed most right now?
It’s when you lunge toward Ruggie to get him away from Leona’s grasp that he jumps to action, scooping up Riddle just as his signature spell on Leona fails. He manages to pull him out of danger, and before Riddle can reprimand him, he pulls him back to the ground to avoid a fireball.
He turns to see you trying to throw a spelldrive disc at Leona’s head. Seriously, this is the one who defeated an overblot?
He’s dumbfounded when it works though, and Leona passes out from the hit. Jesus, do you eat steroids for breakfast? Is Leona just that weak?
And he really doesn’t know what to do when you pick up a black gem and lick it. What the fuck is wrong with you. He does a double take when you eye Leona with what he can only describe as hunger.
Jack isn’t sure what he’s doing when he walks over to you, quietly whispering in your ear, “Please don’t eat him, he’s a prince.”
He’s more than happy to find out that you’re actually really cool, though. The more he sees of you afterward, the more he finds himself warming up to you. It seems like you sneak into Savanaclaw just to take naps in the sand, or to cheer him on when he does his morning laps. He appreciates all the little doodles you bring him of animals. Birds, cats, mice, and dogs, mostly, with the occasional giraffe or fish. He keeps them in his binder to look at when he’s feeling sad.
He first sees your snake form when Azul overblots. At first glance he misses you - there’s a lot of skinny long things waving about. But when he counts how many eel merfolk there are in the fight, he notices there’s too many. Or at least, he thinks so.
That’s when it clicked with him. He watched as your scaled body wrapped around Azul’s middle and you tried trapping his arms down, hissing and glaring at him as he writhed in your grasp. It seemed an octopus wasn’t ideal prey.
“Yamakagashi-chan! Bite him!”
Jack’s eyes went wide, “DO NOT BITE HIM.”
“Don’t worry, Jack-kun, Azul himself is venomous. It’s unlikely this will kill him.”
“DO NOT BITE HIM PLEASE, Y/N, I KNOW DAMN WELL YOU WONT STOP AT BITING.”
Suddenly, it seemed Azul’s mood shifted from angry to scared, and in an instant he shrunk down to his normal humanoid size, the blot leaving him.
Man, you really had a way or ending fights quick, huh?
“Do you think he tastes like Takoyaki?”
“I KNOW he tastes like Takoyaki~ I used to chomp on his tentacles all the time when we were younger.”
“Y/N DONT EAT HIM”
Epel:
You aren’t ever on Epel’s radar until you’re on Rook’s, because he won’t shut the fuck up about you and it’s really starting to freak him out.
“Ah, the Règle de forme seems to be enjoying some minced meat pie today, how fascinating, how exquisite!”
Epel let’s out a huff before excusing himself from the table to walk up to where you sit, surrounded by your idiots.
“Excuse me? You’re the- uh, Rook called you the Règle de forme? You fought the overblots, right?”
Your eyes flick over him before leaning back in your seat, “I suppose I am. Did you need something?”
“O-oh! Well, uh, I just wanted to tell you that Vice housewarden Rook has been…uh, hunting you? He does that a lot, but it’s definitely getting uncomfortable so I wanted to tell you in advance of him doing something stupid.”
The easy smile on your face as you lean back forward, head resting on your hand tells him that maybe he shouldn’t have been concerned.
“Will you protect me from him, then?” Epel’s eyes widened as you laughed, “you’re quite adept at spelldrive, surely you can handle this as well, can’t you?”
Epel let the soft boy look on his face drop and he gave a little evil grin, “Yer darn tootin’ I can!”
He watched as you raised an eyebrow before patting the empty seat next to yourself, “Take a seat, cowboy. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a royal retainer.”
Epel first sees your snake form on accident. After a long week at college you had disappeared into the woods to ‘blow off steam’, but you hadn’t come back for a few hours, and coincidentally, Rook also disappeared.
So in his nervousness, he ventured into the woods himself to find you.
It wasn’t long until he was lost - he would never admit he was, but he didn’t know the area as well as he knew home, okay? - and heard someone calling his name.
He assumed it was you, and called back, “hello?” He took a tentative step off the trail, “Y/N? Is that you?”
What he didn’t expect was to be met with glowing yellow eyes, large teeth, and a snarl from a creature pouncing on top of him. It’s matted black and brown and grey fur stunk of moss and rot, it’s slobber dripped on his shirt and caused it to sizzle and burn like acid.
He tried to scream, but the wind was knocked out of him from the beast before him. He felt his head growing dizzy and silently wrote his will.
Then the weight was gone, and a hiss cut through the pounding in his ears.
Now atop of him laid a cold, scaly body, and even farther away was you, biting down on the creature and -
And you ate it.
Whole.
How you managed to move afterward was unclear to him, but it was clear you were very tired and pretty angry as you slithered back to him.
Your eyes seemed clouded as you hissed out “mine. Nobody else gets my prey, just me.” But the daze seemed to pass when you made eye contact.
Your body slithered off him and he heard bones cracking as you transformed back to your human form. There was a pause of him staring at the sky and you panting before you walked over and offered to help him up.
“On your feet, retainer. It’s time we get back, isn’t it?”
Sebek:
Sebek only ever saw you as a threat to his Lord and Savior Malleus Draconia, Crown Prince of Briar Valley, and as a result made sure to steer clear of you.
He did, however, have one interaction with you.
It was late at night just after Equestrian Club called it a day when you strolled up, on two feet, but scaly and looking distinctly non-human.
“You.” You said, staring at him, “Sebek Zigvolt, aren’t you?”
“That is correct.” He said firmly, almost aggressively, “And you’re the snake of the school, yes?”
“That is correct,” you mirrored, lisp sliding into your voice, “I require help. You attend to a dragon, don’t you?”
“I do more than simply attend to Lord Malleus! I protect him with my life!” He cried indignantly.
You simply hummed, looking tired, “Do you know a remedy for insatiable hunger, half-fae?”
He stared, trying to decide between terror and feeling affronted. He settled on being helpful. “I do. I will get the recipe from Master Lilia, and bring you a copy.”
Your lidded stare made him feel uneasy before you just smiled, nodded, and began to move away, “That would be appreciated. Meet me at the ramshackle dorm. I don’t believe I should be around many people for a while.”
He watched as you walked away with all the grace of a sea-legged pirate, then began to internally freak out.
In the end, he did get the potion recipe from Lilia, and simply knocked on the door of the ramshackle dorm to make sure you were there, then slid it under the door when you hissed a reply to do so.
He still feels queasy thinking of it.
#lamia!reader#naga!reader#twisted wonderland#twst headcanons#twst mc#ace trappola#deuce spade#epel felmier#jack howl#sebek zigvolt#I will never get over “eating a ‘dog’ whole’’ as a real tag I’ve made on something#don’t respond to shit in the woods bro#also rook is fine#twst oneshot#twst
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I woke up today and chose horny.
It was a stupid bet. Anyone with more than two brain cells knows not to challenge Ghost. At anything. Period.
But Soap is stupid, and well, in all fairness, really horny when it comes to Ghost, to challenge him at what he became a legend for. And now Soap’s lying in the dirt on one of the shooting ranges of the base, Ghost a couple of metres away and Soap’s losing. Badly.
That’s not to say that he isn’t an excellent sniper, but it’s the bloody Ghost he’s up against. There’s a reason they are drawing a crowd.
Ghost’s also lying prone, almost casual without his full gear, just camo pants and a t-shirt, skeleton gloves caressing his AW-50 more tender than he’s ever been with Soap. It’s not that he minds exactly, but Soap didn’t even know Ghost was capable of such gentleness before he saw him with his rifle. It’s obscene.
The distraction doesn’t help either, broad shoulders and thick arms straining the army green of his shirt sleeve. Anyone else and Soap would think they are showing off, Ghost simply needs this much space to exist. He’s loose, like he could stay there for hours. Which Soap knows he can, the dip of his back and the swell of his arse in a perfect curve to not put strain on any of his muscles. His thighs are spread and Soap wants to crawl between them and never come out. It’s everything he would get if he could beat Ghost.
The targets are half a mile away - a challenge in itself - and it’s windy. Windy as in they are pointing guns in completely fucking unrelated directions.
And Ghost sill manages to hit the mark. Not a headshot, but still pretty damn deadly. Soap’s trying to keep up, but they all have only a round left and all Ghost needs is another hit, anywhere, and Soap wouldn’t even have a chance.
Ghost swings his rifle around and shoots at nothing in particular. He smirks over at Soap - through the skull mask and balaclava, but at this point Soap doesn’t need to see his face to know what’s going on on it.
“Oops. Looks like you still have a chance, Sergeant. Only need a kill shot.” Ghost spreads his legs more, wiggles his arse and Soap stops fighting his own body. He can take the bloody shot with an erection.
“Not helping, Lt.” Soap growls back and Ghost huffs out a laugh. It grates on his nerves, because that’s as much evil cackling as Ghost will ever allow himself. He’s so bloody proud of how much of a fucking tease he is.
“My services don’t come cheap, gotta work hard for them Johnny.” Ghost sounds almost playful, still deep and rumbling and Soap has to remind himself that he’s been trained to withstand psychological torture.
“I’m going to fucking wreck your throat, Simon. Then I’m going to put my whole fist up your arse. Wipe that smug smirk off your face.” Soap groans, pushing his hips down to release some tension and takes aim.
Boom. Headshot.
Ghost keeps on smirking.
sgjkkfstfslt soap needing to remind himself he can withstand torture. like yeah buddy you can do it i believe in u 🙏
also this line “Anyone else and Soap would think they are showing off, Ghost simply needs this much space to exist.” whew 😳
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Whumptober Day 6 — screams from across the hall
Nobody asked but I’m delivering Hyrule Warriors traitors nonsense anyway. It’s just so fun to mess with... Also I realized I hadn’t put Sky in any of these until now???
Warnings: blood and injury (per usual)
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“Can’t sleep?”
Wind startled and looked over at Four, who was giving him a slight knowing look over the top of his book.
“...yeah,” he admitted in a mumble. “M’ not really tired.”
That was a bit of a lie. He was exhausted actually, Warriors’ Hyrule and it’s crazy hordes of monsters had worn him out. They’d managed to get an inn for the night, but Wind just couldn’t drop off to sleep, even despite his exhaustion.
Of all the nights to suddenly feel homesick.
Four nodded with a sympathetic look, and set his book down, leaning back against his pillow.
“I get that. Hard to wind down after a day like today huh?” he said, purposefully not mentioning anything about the true reason for Wind’s inability to sleep.
Wind nodded, playing along. “Yeah.”
He swallowed, ignoring how his throat tightened a bit, and looked away from the smithy.
Four’s voice turned even more gentle. “Would you like something to read? I’ve got a few extra books. Maybe it’d take your mind off of things.”
Wind sighed. “I would. But our writing is different, remember? Have any picture books?”
Four smiled a bit. “Sorry, no. Well, I have one with pictures, but it’s about blacksmithing techniques so I’m not exactly sure if they’d be much fun for you.”
Wind shrugged. “Better than nothing.”
Four nodded and slipped out of his bed, rifling in his bag for a minute before pulling out the aforementioned book. He walked over to Wind’s bed and handed it over, and the sailor took it with a grateful smile. Even if he couldn’t really understand it, it’d be nice to have a distraction. Hopefully it’d be enough to help him fall asleep.
“Thanks smithy.”
Four squeezed his shoulder, an absolutely knowing look on his face. “You’re welcome. Any time sailor.”
He went back to his own bed, and Wind began his quest for at least somewhat interesting pictures in Four’s book. There were a couple pictures of weapons and things, which were cool, and it was sort of fun to try and puzzle out what on earth the writing was trying to say. Confusing, but fun.
An odd muffled noise filtered into their room.
Wind paused, glancing towards the door with a suddenly anxious feeling in his stomach.
“Did you hear that?” whispered Four, shattering the hope that he’d just imagined it. Wind nodded.
“...yeah. Maybe it was just one of the other patrons?”
“I think we’re the only guests in this inn at the moment, this place isn’t very big,” Four murmured, brows pinched.
A scream rang out from across the hall.
Wind jumped at the sound, and Four reacted immediately, leaping out of bed and grabbing his sword. He flung open the door and Wind raced after him, book and homesickness completely forgotten as he grabbed his own weapon and bolted down the hall.
Another cry rang out, from Sky and Warriors’ shared room, and Four twisted the knob as they reached it, frowning when it wouldn’t budge.
“It’s stuck,” he said worriedly, and Wind banged on the door.
“Guys! Are you okay?!” he shouted, but there was no reply other than some crashing sounds and a pained grunt.
He heard footsteps behind him and the other heroes ran up, in various states of half-dress, but all armed, with frazzled looks on their faces.
“The door’s jammed, we can’t get in!” Wind said frantically, and Time opened his mouth to reply when another pained cry from inside cut him off.
“Move,” Twilight said, shoving his way to the front of their group. He cracked his knuckles and took a few steps back, motioning them all out of the way. Than he ran forward and threw his weight against the door with a loud thud.
The door didn’t budge.
Twilight shook out his arm with a shocked look on his face, and Legend surged forwards, splaying a palm against the wood.
“There’s magic keeping it shut,” he growled after a second, and banged at the wood again.
“What do we do?!” Wind asked frantically as the sounds of a struggle continued to filter through the door.
“Sky! Captain! Can you unblock the door?” Time shouted, and a tense silence prevailed for several long moments.
Then a desperate muffled cry rang through the hall, and Hyrule ran to the front of the group.
He jammed his hands against the door and they began to glow, a pale orangish color. Wind watched with his heart in his throat as Hyrule’s eyes began to shine the same color as his hands, and the air steadily grew thick with magic. Legend put a hand next to his, and the two heroes screwed their eyes shut, the door shaking on its hinges.
Crack
And just like that, the door popped open.
Hyrule and Legend shifted to allow the others entrance, and they all rushed inside, weapons ready. Wind passed through the door, and the first thing he noticed was the sharp smell of blood in the room.
The second was the knife pressed to Sky’s throat.
“Not a step further!” the man holding the weapon shouted, and they all froze in their tracks, some of them barely through the doorway.
Wind darted his gaze around the room, gripping his sword with a white-knuckled grip. There were five men it looked like; the one holding the knife, two more standing by Sky while the other two stood closer to Warriors, one of them wearing slightly-different clothes than the others.
Another man lay on the floor, unmoving.
Warriors himself stood at the far side of the room, eyes wild and chest heaving for breath. He had blood running down his arm, and there was a long scratch across his face, one that had barely missed his left eye. He held his sword with both hands, his face furious, and Wind thought he seemed pale.
Sky looked even more worse for wear, a bloody lip and torn undershirt that had bloody scratches visible underneath on his person. His wrist seemed like it was at a bit of an odd angle, and his eyes were bright with pain.
Wind shifted his weight and the man holding Sky glared, tightening his grip.
“I said not another step,” he growled. “Drop your weapons.” Wind balled his fist that wasn’t holding his sword up.
“Let him go,” Four said in a cold voice, and the man holding Sky’s grip seemed to tighten.
“Drop your weapons or I slit his throat right now,” the man said, and Sky’s breath hitched a little as the knife teased his throat.
The heroes all dropped their weapons.
“Now let him go,” Twilight growled, and a different man chuckled.
“I don’t think so. Here’s what we’re going to do,” he said calmly, striding to Sky’s side, “you let us leave with the hero, and your friend here for collateral, and we don’t slit his throat.”
“Fat chance,” Legend spat. “You expect us to just let you kidnap two of our own? You must think we’re idiots.”
“Why would you think we’d just let you do that?” Time said in a cold voice, and the man chuckled sinisterly.
“Because, if you don’t allow us to leave... we’ll slit his throat right now.”
And if to prove his point, the other man pressed his knife harder against Sky’s neck.
Sky flinched, and a bead of red appeared at his throat, sliding in a thin trail down his neck. Wind shot a look at Time, who seemed at a loss, eye darting between the two heroes with desperation.
“Clock is ticking, you have thirty seconds,” the man said with a smile, and Sky seemed to deflate in the other man’s hold.
Warriors shot a look at their group by the door, than back at Sky, his eyes calculating as blood continued to stain his shirtsleeve and cheek. Something resigned settled in his eyes, and his sword began to lower.
“Let Sky go,” Warriors said coolly, “and I’ll come without any fuss.”
“That’s not the deal,” the mantsked, and more blood trickled down Sky’s neck. “We keep him to make sure you behave. Drop your weapon or bye-bye bird boy.”
“Captain, they’re after you. I won’t allow you to give yourself up for me, get out of here,” Sky said quietly. “Please.”
Warriors clenched his jaw.
Then he dropped his sword, and raised both hands in the air.
Wind couldn’t help his gasp, and two of the men strode forwards and forced Warriors to his knees, leveling their swords at his neck.
“Excellent!” The ringleader crowed, and strode towards the middle of the room. “We’ll be taking our leave then.”
Sky and Warriors were both dragged to the center of the room, Wind and the other heroes only able to watch as they clustered around the one man with the different clothes. He heard Legend muttering to himself and saw Four’s eyes darting madly around the room, the other heroes all doing similar desperate actions. But they couldn’t do a thing without risking Sky’s neck. Just watch.
Fear swept over Wind as he looked desperately between Sky and Warriors, both looking resigned to their fate.
He couldn’t let them take his brothers. Not in the states they were both in, not to just be dragged somewhere and killed, he couldn’t let this happen, he refused to let it end like this, they’d kill both of them if they just let them leave, he—!
The men were enveloped in light, and Wind lunged forward, grabbing onto Warriors’ tunic as the others shouted in surprise and dismay.
His world flashed with color, swirling spots in his vision as magic crashed over him in a dizzying wave, Warriors’ good hand reaching down to clutch at his arm—
Everything went dark.
#linkeduniverse#linked universe#lu wind#lu four#lu Sky#lu warriors#whumptober2022#whumptober 2022#day 6#screams from across the hall#writing from the floor#to be continued at a later date#:)
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I’m bored and sad again so guess what time it is? Head canons!
-Legend is a force to be reckoned with when it comes to anything player related. Like, after he remembers he is basically a constrictor snake around them, has to be touching them at all times, he even hisses whenever anyone comes too close. He has had so much torn away from him (including player if, on his side, they had to leave for every in between of his journeys. Don’t know if that’s the case, but it’d be angsty as hell if it was. Having them leave, to coming back, only to leave again and repeat the cycle until they stopped returning.) and he is not going to let one of the things he just got back again go.
-Player must pet every. Single. Dog. They see. Big retriever? Pets. Little angry chihuahua? Pets. Big wolf- HOLY-! Better yet they know it’s Twilight and by the looks on the others faces most if not all of them don’t know. So they get to make puppy talk all they want and won’t be deterred by Wolfie’s grunts or growls because they know he won’t actually hurt them, while they also are completely aware of his situation and why he isn’t turning in front of everyone else to stop the merciless petting.
-There have been times where the player has (begrudgingly) looked up the answers to puzzles online, but they have done it so rarely with the Zelda series because it’s their favorite and they’d hate to spoil anything. This means they are the Loz puzzle pro and can take just one glance to solve half a dungeon, they are just that used to the Zelda formula. Every time the boys are stuck on a puzzle player comes swooping in spewing out orders faster than Epona can run, within a minute they’ve made it to the next room and can continue with their lives. It’s very strange for the chain.
-Player has shown them a cutscene or two from Botw, where in that game there is voice acting. One of the boys asks “do we also speak in your quote on quote ‘games’?” To which player, innocent (evil) smile on their face, shows them a ten minute video of all the Links over the years making their wide range of grunts, yells and “HYAH”s.
-Player shows them all the silly little games they have on their phone, to which the gang get addicted to playing temple run or something and strive for a better score than everyone else and proceed to very quickly drain the phones battery over the course of a day. Player is not pleased to say the least.
-“So basically they are metal carriages with no horses and a spinning wheel inside to move it about?”
“Hit the nail on the head!”
“…Yeah, not sure I believe that.”
“Wah- oh come on!”
-Player has mentioned Fi before and freaked out Sky. Like- “how do they know? Did Fi come to them at night and tell them? Are they also a spirit in a sword and they all know each other or something?!? Is that why (Name) is so weird?!”
Player: Thanks goodness the other two aren’t here!
Time: What other two?
Player: These two other Links I know, you wouldn’t want to meet them.
Wind: Ugh! You’re telling us there are more? Just when I thought I was free from even more overbearing adults.
Player: Nah, I bet you won’t ever meet them. One’s game is… a little too out there, and the other doesn’t even have a game, it’s all perfectly fine-
Koridai and Courage, emerging from a random portal: Heeeey-
Player: (screeches)
Anyway, that’s it. I hope my description on Korodai and Courage was accurate. I believe they are the cd-i Link and the, “Well excuuuuuussse me, princess” Link respectively, but I may be wrong on that.
(You're completely correct on Courage and Koridai babes, those cringey boys)
ALSO LOVING THE HEADCANONS KEEP THROWING THOSE MY WAY THEY MAKE ME HAPPY TO SEE THEM!
"Nah, because- something like the divine beasts makes sense but a car doesn't!?"
"Yup."
"That's it, put your hands up we're about to fight."
My personal experience with puzzles is that they're literally the light of my life, fucking love those things (hate having to look for solutions to hard puzzles tho) so Player happily commits to the puzzles in the dungeon while the Chain is debating their next move.
"So, if we-"
"Done."
"....What?"
PLAYER NEEDING TO PET THE DOGS-
"....(Name)?"
"Yeeeeeesssss?"
"Why are you cuddling a wolf?"
"This is a dog?"
"No...no it's not..."
"Huh....well, she ain't done anything yet so I'm not bothered."
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Hi! Hope you're doing well :) Got another LauraMax prompt for you again😁: How about a role swap with these two, i.e. Laura is the one who was bitten? She strikes me as someone who likes to be in control; being confronted with the revelation that she's gonna turn into a mindless, violent beast would be hard for her to accept, I imagine... Have a lovely weekend! 💕
definitely more than six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!
“I’m just saying…we show up to the camp expecting to find Mr. H…instead there’s something gross waiting for us in the bunker…you get bit by it…full moon…”
Laura took a breath, long and deep and slow, the bars of her cell pressing against her forehead as she tried to will herself to fall between them. When it didn’t work (for the millionth time), she let the same breath out, her eyes falling shut with it. “Yeah?”
There was a pause from the other side of the cellblock as Max chewed at the inside of his mouth. “I’m just saying…what if…”
“What if what, Max?”
“What if you’re, y’know…” He rolled his eyes towards the ceiling as he said it, already anticipating her answer. Instead of going the direct route, then, he cleared his throat and abruptly changed his pitch, dropping into the wacky register of a morning radio dj. “When I say wolf, you say…?”
She frowned against the bars. “What?”
“No, where.”
Her eyes opened again. “What?”
“You were…you were supposed to say where. Like…I say wolf, you say where, werewolf, were…wolf.” He let his head loll back against the hard stone wall of the cell. “Now that I’m hearing myself say it out loud, though, I guess maybe that wasn’t super intuitive.”
It took her a second to understand that, doofy delivery or no, he was…he was being serious. Like serious-serious. “Max,” she started, staring intently at the exposed brick in front of her. “You can’t…that stuff isn’t real.”
“Okay, yeah, see, normally I’d be all aboard the insane-train with you – full steam ahead, choo choo – only I saw the thing down there in the bunker, Laura. Y’know, I…” He brought his hands up to rub at his face before sliding them into his hair, hoping if maybe he pressed down on his sinuses hard enough, the image of all those teeth tearing through her wouldn’t have room to take root. “Whatever that thing was? It wasn’t a person. It wasn’t a giant shih tzu either, I’ll give you that, but…definitely not a person. I feel…extremely confident in saying that. People aren’t usually that…” He grimaced. “Pointy.”
She mouthed that to herself once, ‘pointy?’ and then pushed herself away from the bars, doing a half-pace through the cramped space of her cell. As she walked, her eyes caught the strange poem carved into the wall, and as though by magic, she found she couldn’t tear her gaze away from that single word no matter how hard she tried: Wolves.
“Laura?” Max called after a minute that felt more like a decade. “You got real quiet all of a sudden…”
She read the poem a third, a fourth, a fifth time, and still nothing became any clearer. Eventually she found her way to the cot (as though there was anything else in there with her) and let her legs go weak, sending her down onto the uncomfortable, lumpy mattress. “Let’s say…” Laura swallowed hard, more to push past the block of doubt tightening her throat than any actual fear. “Let’s say, for the sake of this hypothetical, that I am, a…uh…”
He waited, and waited, and when he could wait no more, gave her a couple options to choose from. “A supernatural flea-bag? A creature of myth and legend?”
Despite herself, she snorted once. “Yeah. Sure. Let’s go with that. If I…am…one of those things…I think this whole being kidnapped thing is about to get just…a whole lot worse, actually.”
It was Max’s turn to frown. “How do you mean? See, the way I see it, all this means is we have to wait a few weeks, and then bam, pow, zoop, you go all ‘the better to eat you with’ on our good pal Officer Asshat, and we run off into the sunset happily ever after.” He paused. “Sunrise. We’d run off into the sunrise.”
“Max,” she sighed, dropping her head into her hands. “There’s something I haven’t told you. Or like. Anyone. Else. Ever.”
Considering how long they’d known each other, not to mention the depth of the heart-to-hearts they’d had over all those years, that…well, that was concerning. Slowly, Max sat up from where he’d been slouching, his eyes searching the middle-distance as though that’d somehow help him see the expression on her face. “Yeah?” he asked, when all that middle-distance showed him was, surprise, more brick. “I…you know you can tell me anything, hun. Whatever it is, I—”
Her breath escaped her in one hard whoosh. “I’m allergic to dogs.”
“…wait, what?”
Laura’s head tipped back against the wall and she covered her face with both hands, groaning into the air. “I’m so allergic to dogs, Max. It’s bad, I get hives.”
“I…” If such a thing was possible, he sat up even straighter, bracing himself with both hands on the cot. “You’re going to school to be a vet.”
“Yeah, I know! I have to take…so…many allergy meds when I’m anywhere near a dog, and just…” Her hands fell away from her face, flopping to either side of her. “I didn’t bring any of those for the summer.”
He sat quietly for a moment, just trying to absorb all of that. “Can you…be allergic to yourself?”
“I don’t know!”
There was so much distress in her voice, so much worry, that everything in his chest seized up like someone’d stuck a knife in him and twisted it. Since they were separated, he couldn’t do what he normally did (namely wrap his arms around her and hold tight until the storm had passed), so he did the next best thing. Made a fool of himself. “Well…I mean…look on the bright side here.”
Sensing the attempt for what it was, Laura made herself take another deep breath, rising to the bait instead of falling back into her own head. “What would the bright side be, exactly, Max?”
“Any time you don’t wanna do your homework, you can eat it yourself.”
“I…” The laugh took her by surprise, a hard bark (har-de-har-har) of surprised delight. “It is the perfect crime.”
“And all that hands-on experience you can pad your resume with? Hoo-wee. You’ll probably be able to graduate, like, two years early!” At the sound of her laugh, he had no choice but to smile, turning instinctively towards her voice. “We’ll figure out what’s going on, okay? Werewolf or…whatever.”
She looked down at her own hands as he said it, humming in acknowledgement. “Yeah, I know.” Laura flexed her fingers, tried to imagine them looking like anything other than what they’d always been, and came up short every time. “Hey, can…can werewolves get rabies, do you think?”
#theartofdreaming1#six sentence weekend#queenie writes supermassive#lauramax#ohohoho well hello!!! mAN i love thinking about mix-em-ups where it's diff people who got bit first aklsjdfkajsf so this???#a BLAST ;Dc ty so much for the prompt! i hope youre having a fantastic weekend too!!!
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Every Record I Own - Day 740: Los Crudos / Spitboy Viviendo Asperamente - Roughly Living
Pardon the gap between posts, but I was on tour in Europe for the last six weeks, and though I always intend to keep up with this blog while I’m traveling, it’s hard to find a quiet moment to listen to revisit these records, let alone come up with anything meaningful to say about them.
It’s especially difficult to find words for a record like Viviendo Asperamente - Roughly Living, a split LP by two bands that loomed large in the DIY hardcore scene of the early/mid-’90s. While the release of this album felt like a major event in my preferred corner of the underground, it isn’t a record that I’ve revisited much in the last twenty-something years.
Los Crudos were---and continue to be---legends of hardcore. Their music was fast and furious, but what truly set them apart was that they sang entirely in Spanish, and their lyrics focused on issues faced by the Latinx community in the United States. Their records were hard to come by back in the early ‘90s, and this relatively high profile release by Ebullition Records was one of the rare offerings by the band that was widely distributed outside of the band’s base of Chicago.
Spitboy were revered participants in the anarcho-punk scene---a Bay Area institution of fiery feminism and distinct voices in a realm that was disproportionately male. While their earlier material veered towards scrappy four-chord barked anthems, their tracks on Roughly Living had a noisier, more dynamic, and less traditionally “punk” approach. Abetted by the recording expertise of Steve Albini, Spitboy’s half of the LP was easily my favorite material of their discography---an emotionally turbulent and sonically invigorating swan song for the quartet.
I have a lot of feelings about this record, though very few of those feelings are bound up in the actual music. I remember ordering this LP my freshman year of college. The album felt like a big deal at the time, and I distinctly remember having this moment of realization as an 18-year-old living on my own that I didn��t need to go through my parents to order records through the mail, like I’d had to do in high school. I had my own bank account and my own checkbook. Granted, I didn’t have much money, but Ebullition releases were cheap. I put an order in from one of their advertisements in the label’s HeartattaCk zine, waited patiently for three weeks, and got a box delivered to my dorm room. It was such a distinct period in my life: that first frivolous purchase made as an adult. And it was a distinct period in the world of hardcore: the last year or two of the pre-internet world where if you wanted to order a record, you still had to do it through snail mail with an enclosed check.
While I haven’t gotten much mileage out of this LP in the last few decades, I played songs off of both sides of Viviendo Asperamente - Roughly Living frequently in the first year of my college radio show at KUPS, particularly Spitboy’s “What Are Little Girls Made Of?” Listening to it today, I feel like I’m back in the DJ booth in the basement of the student union building, queueing up the next record on their old Technics turntables. So many of my feelings with this record have to do with that era and the imminent shifts in my life, in hardcore, and within the broader world. In many ways, it feels like a record that marks my personal transition into adulthood. And as a 44-year-old, its presence in my record collection serves less as a source of listening pleasure and more as a token of that time period.
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Season 1 Episode 5- “What I Can Do For Now” (part 2)
is this hazing? anyways. the first thing tenya does after being introduced to the concept of his theoretical imminent expulsion is to whip out a bottle of… water? honestly, this could be alcohol and we’d never know. he takes a sip despite there being no flashbacks in sight
and we start getting the character intro cards, now narrated by present mic! i’m not going to show all of them because that would be a lot, but i would like to say that i love them so. i love the sudden style and color change, the whole thing just feels so comic book it’s crazy. tenya speeds through the 50 meter dash like a legend and tsuyu hops along behind him!
ignore aoyama falling over here. or don’t, it is pretty funny. a thing i didn’t ever really notice, ashido takes off her shoes here so she can use her acid to slide along at a quicker pace. it’s no wonder she eventually gets custom shoes made so she can do the same but without needing to take off her shoes, because that shit’s hazardous.
while everyone’s getting all excited about using their quirks in the tests, izuku’s over here panicking about what the fuck he’s even going to do. like what the fuck? what the fuck. he’s really going through it right now. aizawa knows this and he doesn’t care because he’s cruel and mean and he think’s izuku’s a stupid little bone-breaking twerp
izuku thinks back to what all might taught him earlier off camera. but now it’s on camera and it’s new content, so no sips are needed here. once again, all might proves himself to be terrible at giving advice on using one for all. i’ll bet that back when he was a scrawny little middle schooler, nana gave him one for all and she was so ready to teach him all the things it took forever for her to learn about the quirk, but toshinori just starts using it and nana’s like “how. the fuck.?” and toshinori’s just smiling like a stupid little puppy like “what is it master? oh by the way look at how hard i can punch things now!!!!” and nana just throws her hands in the air and calls it quits. that’s the real reason she got torino to be toshi’s teacher, because she was not prepared to teach a prodigy all by herself
izuku tries to explain how using one for all felt first with onomatopoeias and then with the much more down to earth “an egg about to explode in a microwave.” this is a very interesting metaphor, because why the fuck would you put an egg in a microwave? anyways, my two pieces of advice would probably have been “maybe take the egg?? out of the microwave????” or “your egg is going to explode if you put it in a microwave. poke a hole in it first so it doesn’t explode”. we used to make microwave hot dogs when i was a kid, and the whole thing about microwaving a hot dog is if you just put a hot dog into a microwave they’ll fucking explode, so you have to stab it with a fork first and then it’ll be okay in the microwave. all might tells izuku some vague shit about lowering the wattage or decreasing the cooking time, which in all honesty might have gotten izuku to something resembling full cowl eventually. lowering the wattage could be seen as “hey maybe don’t shove 100% of your power into your arm, just use like half power. or 1%.”
do you think in the distant future, people make those shaggy ultra instinct jokes about izuku only using 5 percent of his power
well, i can certainly say that izuku gives it his all. but when faced with nineteen other super powered teenagers, sometimes your all isn’t really enough. izuku has no idea how to not blow up the egg, and he’s really going through it right now
meanwhile, ochako throws a ball out of the fucking atmosphere. how does it register as infinity?? isn’t the ball still just some number of meters away? just in space now? is that ball still up there, after all this time?
new crack theory for how mha ends: uraraka’s ball comes crashing back into earth and lands directly on top of all for one, killing him instantly
tenya says that if izuku doesn’t do anything soon he’ll be the one in last place. katsuki says “no shit, he’s quirkless.” i think about this interaction so much. what must tenya have been thinking here? i don’t think he knows at this point that izuku and katsuki went to school together, so he probably assumes that katsuki assumed that izuku was quirkless just because he hasn’t done anything yet. but what about after he knows? do you think tenya even remembers this conversation? if so, how do you think he rationalizes it in his brain? why did katsuki think izuku was quirkless when he so very obviously is not? tenya comes to the conclusion that izuku never once used his quirk in front of katsuki in all the years they spent together and also never disputed the claims that he was quirkless because he has social anxiety. yes, this makes the most sense
bro this literally happened earlier in the episode i’m losing my mind and taking a sip
izuku goes to throw the ball-
and- wh- hUh??????
… thank you, measuring device 5a.
aizawa reveals that he has a telekinesis quirk! ah, no, wait, he has a quirk that erases other people’s quirks! hey, anybody know if it’s ever explained why aizawa does… all that whenever he uses his quirk?? is it just for the aesthetic, or is there a real reason? i mean i dig it. makes him look very eldritch horror adjacent
izuku outs himself as a nerd of the highest degree because he recognizes mr underground over here even though he probably shouldn’t in all honesty. izuku is kind of a stalker
you know this is a lot of talk coming from a guy who just kind of threw himself at a sea of villains without any backup whatsoever. i guess aizawa’s more of a “do as i say, not as i do,” type of guy. i feel that. anyways, he bullies izuku for having a dumb bone breaking quirk
man. nobody’s ever on izuku’s side. he finally gets a quirk and then his hero teacher tells him “your quirk is stupid and you’re stupid for thinking a quirk like that will let you be a hero”
unfortunately for aizawa, izuku has heard those words a million times before and they mean nothing to him now that someone he cares about has told him the opposite
i forgot this happened! aoyama tries to comfort ochako and she’s like “??? i literally don’t even know you”
oh how you’ll be eating those words, aizawa
izuku has a little inner monologue about he has to try harder than everyone else and comes up with a little loophole to not break all of his bones
good golly gee, the Emotions katsuki must have felt the moment he saw izuku use a quirk. it’s like you’ve grown up alongside a person and they seemed like a normal boring person and then one day you see their arm turn into a gun and you’re like “????????? ayo wtf?????? how long have you had a gun for an arm????? and why didn’t you tell me????? ??????”
alternate universe where one for all is just a really cool gun that the users have passed on for generations and to use it you have to cut off your arm and replace it with said gun. i’d read it. maybe i should write it. hm. gun for all au, anybody?
owo what’s this? that number… 705.3 meters… why, approximately ten centimeters further than katsuki’s throw! guess he’s really not number one no more. i wonder how far izuku could’ve thrown the ball if he had used his entire arm…
anyways, the loophole to not breaking his bones was to break… less of them but still to break his bones.
in the manga, he’s also crying a bit. izuku of the not so distant future is going to have crazy pain tolerance, but izuku of the right here right now can’t even break his finger bones without his eyes getting watery. interesting character development right there. fun things to think about. kinda sad, but whatever
aizawa is intrigued by this strange little bone breaking hero wannabe who has apparently never trained his quirk a day in his life and yet is also weirdly receptive to criticism??? i wonder what aizawa’s thinking about izuku. mostly “what the hell,” i’d guess, but like (fond), you know?
oh also all might’s been hiding behind a wall and watching events unfold. did he also skip orientation or is orientation already over?
canon things: all might thinking izuku is metal as hell
anyways, that’s all for episode 5!! we’ve made it to ua! and already we’re tossed right into the thick of it!! izuku’s struggling to keep his place in class and it’s only day one!! will our heroes remain in 1-a and begin their tutelage under ua’s staff, or is this the end of the road already? find out next time on dragon- er wait- on my hero academia!!!
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#2022 mha liveblog#season 1#bnha#mha#midoriya izuku#aizawa shouta#iida tenya#all might#bakugou katsuki
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Alexander Skarsgård: ‘I still wake up shivering in the foetal position’
By Kevin EG Perry
October 1, 2016, The Guardian
A few years ago, Alexander Skarsgård turned up at a Hammarby football match in Stockholm noticeably… what’s a polite way of putting this? Worse for wear? “I was shitfaced,” says Skarsgård. “I went up in front of the crowd and started doing this chant. Someone put it on Youtube. I’m very drunk, going: ‘You fucking cunts, listen to me!’ I thought: ‘This is real embarrassing.’”
During the bleak hangover that followed, the 40-year-old Swedish actor thought he might have torpedoed a career that had just seen him get the part of Tarzan in this summer’s blockbuster. In fact it made him an even more perfect fit for the role. “Warner Bros had said they needed someone primal and animalistic,” he says. “So my agent sent them the video, saying: ‘Isn’t this motherfucker primal enough for you?’”
Another one of the half-million people who watched it was John Michael McDonagh, writer-director of The Guard and Calvary, who was on the lookout for a hard-drinking detective for his pitch-black buddy comedy War On Everyone. “He saw the video and went: ‘That’s the guy,’” says Skarsgård. “It got me the job. The moral of the story is: Make a fool of yourself and people will love you. Remember that, kids.”
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When we meet around midday in the lobby of the Hotel Normandy during the Deauville American film festival, it seems he’s taken his own lesson to heart. The previous night he was so smashed that he invaded the DJ booth at War On Everyone’s afterparty and proved that while you can take the man out of Sweden… “I played strictly Abba,” he says. “When in doubt, Lay All Your Love On Me. We closed that place down.”
As he concertinas himself into the back of a people carrier for the two-hour drive to Charles de Gaulle airport, sheltering his eyes behind dark shades, it’s somehow reassuring to know that savage hangovers afflict even movie stars who’ve been blessed with the sort of face that led Ben Stiller to cast him in Zoolander so he could ask him: “Did you ever think there’s more to life than being really, really, really ridiculously good-looking?”
Yet he was back with his pecs out this summer for The Legend Of Tarzan, a blockbuster that, like many in 2016, struggled at the box office. He says he was drawn in by the character’s search for a place in the world and impressed by Harry Potter director David Yates’s ability to make a £140m film feel “intimate”. But it was in some ways a change of scale. “I work mostly in independent movies so the scope of Tarzan was definitely different,” Skarsgård says. “I didn’t feel pressured [by the box office demands] though. It wasn’t like: ‘Oh fuck, this is a big movie.’ It was an incredible experience, but it was also nine months of just gym, work and bed. I didn’t have a sip of alcohol. It was robotic.”
Which explains the appeal of War On Everyone, a film in which he both downs and takes shots in every direction. Skarsgård plays Terry, a perma-drunk, Glen Campbell-obsessed, unapologetically corrupt detective partnered with the lightning-witted Bob, played by The Martian’s Michael Peña. It’s the old bad cop/worse cop routine, but laced with fierce cleverness. Where Shane Black’s The Nice Guys were bumbling dunces, McDonagh’s pair trade wisecracks peppered with esoteric references to everyone from Simone de Beauvoir to realist painter Andrew Wyeth.
“It’s so un-PC, it’s so me,” says Skarsgård. “You could tell John didn’t give a fuck about anything, which I found refreshing in a script. I’d read a couple of comedies but nothing that was fun or intelligent enough. When I got this script and it was dark and twisted and weird and completely out there, I was excited.” And besides, he adds, “[John is] a beautiful soul, which helps when you insult everyone.”
He even sees some similarities between his dirty detective and the king of the swingers. “As with Tarzan, there’s dichotomy in the character between being a civilised man and a beast. That’s something we can all relate to. We live in a civilised society, but 12 hours ago we were beasts dancing to Abba.”
The young Skarsgård’s first taste of fame was his own. His appearance at the age of 12 in TV film The Dog That Smiled made him a child star, but he soon found he hated the attention and quit acting. “I was desperate to be normal and blend in,” he says. He saw his chance at a life on the straight-and-narrow by enrolling in the Swedish military at 19, “unheard of” in his family. “That was my way to rebel,” he says.
Afterwards, still in search of himself, he decided to head to university in the UK. But he swerved London to find a more authentic British experience, and enrolled at Leeds Met. “It doesn’t get more British than a northern, working-class town,” he says. “There was a club called the Majestic where they had student nights and it was a pound a pint. We lived in Headingley, near the pubs on the Otley Run. Uni was a bullshit excuse for being there. I was studying British culture. I loved it.”
Deciding at 20 that he may have been a little hasty quitting acting, it was while visiting Stellan in LA that he won his small part in Zoolander – at his first Hollywood audition – but it was a false dawn. It would be another seven years before he got a major role, and he spent the time in between shuttling between theatres and coffee shops. When he was cast in David Simon and Ed Burns’s Iraq miniseries Generation Kill, he spent a month convinced he was about to be sacked. “It was only after four or five weeks I realised they weren’t going to recast,” he says. “Before that all I could think about was how much it would cost them to reshoot the big fight scenes after they fired me.”
Imposter syndrome is a common feeling – although a little hard to believe from a handsome, 6ft 4in movie star. “That shit doesn’t change,” he assures me. “I felt like that on Tarzan. I was on set thinking: ‘When is the director going to come over and say: Dude, you can go home. We’ve got Tarzan here now.’ That was 10 years after Generation Kill.”
Alexander Skarsgård, then: just like the rest of us. Fond of a pub crawl, obnoxious at sporting events, constantly waiting for that tap on the shoulder telling him the jig is up. So life is still pretty much the same when you’re really, really, really ridiculously good-looking?
“I mean, fuck, I still wake up shivering in the foetal position,” he says. “I’m incredibly grateful for the opportunities I get. Getting drunk on someone else’s dime listening to Abba is brilliant, but my life is still shit. I’m still agonising. What the fuck am I doing with my life? Where do I belong? Who gives a fuck? Let me assure you, it doesn’t get any better.”
War On Everyone is in cinemas from Friday
#alexander skarsgard#saw the video before when he mentioned it in a separate interview#but it gets me wheezing every time#GET SOME BRADLEY GET SOME#the translation in the youtube comments is a blessing#SAHLEN LOOK AT HIM#Hammarby IS the most handsome !!!#also I'm so hung up on drunken alex invading dj booths and subjecting everyone to abba
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Picking up the pieces - G.R.
Pairing: George Russell x Williams!Reader
Summary: After the loss of your grandpa, formula 1 legend Frank Williams, you call the only person you can think of. George. But nearly two months after your break up, will this affect anything?
Wordcount: 1.8k
Warning: Post break up, mentions of death, sad!George, swearing
Notes: Sorry for not being active for a while. School. Anyway, this has been laying in my drafts for a while, but I figured I could just release it now. So enjoy my first George Russell fanfic!
George clutches his phone with both hands. His whole body is frozen, the small black bubble of your message still lighting up his phone. He can barely breathe, his focus shifting in and out. This isn’t possible. He blinks. No, your message is still there. Three small words.
Y/n: Grandpa is dead.
He reads it over and over again. Ignoring the fact that the last time you texted him was more than a month ago. His thumbs move without thinking. Sending the only thing he can. The only thing he wants to say.
George: I’ll be right over.
George is out of his chair, and pulling on shoes and jacket in just a few seconds. He’s never been more happy that your apartment is only a few minutes walk from his own. He runs the entire way. Less than five minutes after sending you the text, he knocks on your door. Anxiety suddenly takes hold of him. The two of you haven’t spoken in over a month. Perhaps you don't want him to come.
But he’s already knocked, and it’s too late to take it back. Behind the door he hears some soft shuffling, and the lock turning. He inhales, just as the door opens, and you come into view.
You look tired. Your eyes are red, and your face slightly puffy from crying. George takes half a second to note that you’re wearing his hoodie, before he talks.
“Hi,” Is all he manages to say. It’s like watching something crumble in slow motion, as your eyes well up with tears.
“Hi.” you sniffle. George doesn’t waste a second. With one step, he’s inside the apartment, wrapping his long arms around you and pulling you to him. He can feel you shake as the sobs echo through your body. A single tear falls from his own eyes, as he kisses the top of your head and mutters soft words.
After a few minutes, you quiet down, and push slightly away from George. You wipe your nose on your sleeve.
“Sorry.”
George just shakes his head. You don't have to say sorry. Your grandpa just died. Frank Williams might have been one of George’s biggest idols, but he was your family.
George manages to lead you to the coach, finally taking off his shoes and jacket. He knows how particular you are about removing your shoes before entering the apartment. In his socks, George shuffles around, making two cups of tea, and pulling out a pack of your favourite cookies. He’s been here so many times he knows where everything is.
The two of you sit in silence as you sip the tea. It’s hot, but clearly what you need. George can see your eyes drying, and only soft sniffles erupt from you every now and then. He takes a breath, and speaks.
“When did it happen?” you jump, as if you’ve forgotten he’s even there. George doesn’t take it personal.
“Um, I texted you as soon as mom called.” George nods. You bite your lip and look down, then continue. “I wasn’t sure you would come.”
George sighs. Deeply. He runs a hand over his face, as if he’s annoyed. Then he looks at you.
“Of course I would come, y/n. God, you know I always come when you call.” You nod, not meeting his eyes. George can see your throat move as you swallow hard, clutching your teacup. Whether it’s for warmth or comfort, he can’t tell.
“Grandpa was very upset when I told him about the- Uh, break up. He said I was stupid.” You say, finally meeting George’s eyes. Yours are soft and red and scared. His are secure and steady, but filled with something you don't recognize.
“I agree,” is all George says. You cuckle dryly, and roll your eyes a little.
“Seriously, George, we ca-”
“I’m going to another team! I’m not going to war!”
“George…” you sigh. He gets up from his chair, and sits down next to you on the couch, grasping both your hands.
“Please, y/n. I love you!” your eyes well up with tears once again.
“I love you too,” you whisper. “But I can’t do this. Not today. Please, not today.”
George swallows thickly, but nods. It feels like something is stuck in his throat, like he can’t speak. Instead, he drops both your hands, and stands up quickly. You feel cold immediately.
“More tea,” George croakes out, his voice hoarse, and then he disappeared into the kitchen. You sit for a second, before following him. Your slipper clad feet are quiet against the floor. You dont think George hears you. He’s leaning against the kitchen counter, his back to you. The kettle is boiling beside him. You see his shoulder shake. You made him cry.
“George..” you whisper. He takes a deep breath and straightens.
“I shouldn’t have come over.” he says hurriedly, before turning around and nearly bolting past you. You call his name again, following him into the hall. Tears are slipping down your face.
“I’m sorry!” you choke out. George straightens and looks at you.
“You keep saying that, y/n! And yet you broke up with me. Why?”
“I- George, can you honestly say nothing will change between us when you join Mercedes? I am just saving both of us a lot of pain by ending this now!”
“Of course things will change! But god, y/n! At least I’m willing to try.” he checks his watch. And mumbles. “I have to leave. My plane departs early tomorrow. I'm just going to assume you won't be coming to the race in Saudi Arabia.”
You shake your head, confirming his statement. George ties his scarf around his neck, and opens the door. Just before he closes it behind him, his eyes meet yours.
“Sorry for your loss.” he says, and then the door closes. As the lock clicks into place, you break. Sliding down against the wall, sobs shake your body, nearly choking you. From the kitchen you can hear the kettle wailing, the water boiling. You just can't seem to care. This feeling of utter despair and emptiness is new to you, but it feels like it’ll never leave. You just made everything worse.
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You watch the Saudi Arabian gp from the safety of your couch, tucked under a thick blanket, wearing George’s hoodie and eating ice cream. December be damned, you needed this.
When George crashes out, you want to throw up. In that moment, you realise the unbelievable mistake you’ve made. He might be hurt, and you’re not there! You’re not there for him! On instinct, you pick up your phone, then think the better of it. He probably doesn’t want to hear from you right now. Tears slip down your face. George could have gotten seriously hurt today. And you’ve just thrown him away like nothing. You sniffle. No matter how much you regret everything you’ve done, George deserves better than you.
A few hours later, as you're half sleeping, half watching a movie, dried tears on your cheeks, a message pings into your phone. The moment you realise it’s George, you’re fully awake and sitting up.
George: I’m stopping by tomorrow evening.
No more, no less. Shakily, you reply with a little «okay», and close your eyes. Clearly George wants to talk. And you can do that. You have to do it!
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You’re a nervous wreck. George could be here any minute. During the day, all you’ve managed to do is clean, and then clean again, and then a little tidying. It feels ridiculous. This is George!
George is supposed to be easy. Your best friend. The guy who knows all your secrets, who you’ve spent all your spare time the last three years with. You hate feeling nervous about him.
A quarter to seven, there’s a knock on the door. It’s pouring down with rain outside, as it can only do in England in December. You pull open the door quickly, not giving yourself time to overthink the situation. Outside, a dripping wet George is standing, brown hair falling into his eyes like seaweed. You inhale sharply.
“George-” He shakes his head, and mumbles for you to be quiet. All you can do is step back, and show him into the apartment. You're about to speak up again as you close the door, but George gets to it before you.
“y/n,” he says. You nod, and watch him with wide eyes. His eyes meet yours. Blue eyes piercing you. There is an intensity there that you’ve never seen in him before. He steps closer. On instinct, you take a step back, but hit the wall. George swallows.
“I had a lot of things I wanted to say,» he whispers, as he peers down at you. «I was so fucking angry! But now I don’t remember a single thing, because I just want to kiss you, so so bad,”
Without thinking, you nod. George moves slowly, caressing your face with his hand, before cupping your face. He whispers: “No going back now.”
The kiss is hard and desperate, like he’d a dying man grasping for breath. George is shifting his anger, showing you his feeling through the kiss. It’s intense. The most intense one you’ve ever shared.
After you come up for air, the kiss changes. It’s suddenly soft, and warm and exactly like you remember. You try to pour all your emotions into it. Proving how sorry you are for breaking up, how much you miss him, how much that crash scared you. George pulls slightly away, still cupping your face with both of his hands.
“That crash-” you being. George shushes you.
“It was nothing, love. I’m fine,” he whispers. A tear slips from your eyes, and you sniffle.
“But it could have been something! And all I could think about was how I had thrown away our entire relationship over something stupid. I hate myself for it.” George is shaking his head slowly, drying your tears with his thumbs.
“Shhh, love. You haven't thrown anything away. I’m still here. I’ll always be here.” He kisses you again then. You can taste the salt from your own tears, but they drown away in the incredible feeling of love George is pouring over you. You can’t help but smile.
“I missed you!” You say as you pull away. George wraps his long arms around your waist, pulling you close. You hug him back, and feel him press a kiss to the crown of your head.
“I missed you too, love. So, so much!”
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Later that week, you attend your grandfather's funeral, George at your side. He holds your hand through the whole thing, never letting go. He hugs your mum and step dad, and greets your little brother. It’s like nothing has ever happened.
You miss your grandfather, but it’s like you can feel him send you his trademark smile, telling you he’s proud. You fixed what you had broken, and you continued with your life. Just like your grandfather always did.
You accompany George to Abu Dhabi that weekend, grinning and laughing when people tell you they’re not surprised the two of you are together again.
“There wasn’t a chance in hell you two wouldn’t get back together,” Nicholas says with a grin as he greets you in the paddock.
“Yeah, yeah. Thanks for convincing me to text her,” George says with a grin. You laugh. Of course Nico had something to do with it. The Canadian grin.
“What are teammates for? Let’s enjoy this one last weekend, man.”
You watch the two men greet their team. Your team. Your family. Everyone is smiling, laughing at something George said. It feels like home. And yes, next year will be different. But you’ll manage. You always do. You’ve tried living without George, and you know now, you never want to experience that again. Ever.
#f1#f1blr#formula 1#formula one#george russell#george russell imagine#george russell x you#george russell x reader#george russell fanfic#williams racing#williams formula 1#f1 driver x reader#f1 fanfic
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Ghost Wind AU
part 1 || part 2
These heroes can be real idiots sometimes, Wind thinks dully as he watches yet another poorly concocted plan pan out exactly as terribly as he had foretold it would. This one even involves explosives for that added spice of death.
“For Hylia’s sake,” he says out loud as Sky throws his sailcloth over Hyrule’s hair which is literally on fire.
“Well done everyone,” Time praises once all flames are successfully smothered. They look a mess, the lot of them. Hyrule’s hair is missing chunks and still smoking a little bit, Wild is sporting both a wide grin and a broken arm and Legend is noticeably limping as he joins the rest of the group where they’re congregated.
“I would say that was a pretty successful ambush. We managed to take out all the enemies—”
“And half the mountain,” Wind adds.
“—we may have to work on bringing down casualties on our side, but that’s something we can talk about for next time. Right now, I say we take a well-earned rest. Sky, can you distribute potions to those who need them, please?”
“Pretty successful?” Wind screeches incredulously, following Time as he separates himself from the rest of them and sits down with his back leaning against a tree, lowering himself with a groan like the dramatic old man he pretends he isn’t.
“Pretty successful?!” That was a disaster! I’m better at planning attacks than all of you put together and I have the mind of a fourteen-year-old.”
Time takes off one of his boots with a relieved sigh, wrinkling his nose at the smell. Most of Wind’s senses are dulled these days, but he swears even he can smell the stench coming from those socks.
“You should have attacked from the side,” Wind tells him, settling next to him with his chin in his hand. Time starts to remove his weaponry from the belt around his torso. “I know coming from above seems like the obvious attack, but you could have been stealthier if you’d come from the left. You probably wouldn’t have any casualties and you wouldn’t have caused that landslide.”
Time brings up a finger to clean the wax out of one of his ears and then proceeds to take off his shoulder pads and chest plate.
“I mean, I know Warriors is your best tactician, but he can also be as much of a pyromaniac as Hyrule sometimes, so you’ve got to be the voice of reason.”
Time settles back into the tree trunk, watching the others distantly as they set up camp for the night. It’s a peaceful scene, one much needed after the chaos and volume of the battle.
“Yeah, it’s probably not all that fun being the leader, huh?” Wind nods in understanding. “You do a good job really; who knows where the others would be if they were left to their own devices.”
Time grunts as if to agree and then rummages in his bag for a few seconds before pulling out a large, red apple.
“Now that’s just rude,” Wind mutters as he takes a bite, “you know how long it’s been since I’ve been able to eat an apple? Two hundred years, that’s how long, and you decide to eat one right in front of me. I’d kill to be you right now.”
Wind folds his arms as he watches him with a wistful frown. Even the memory of what an apple tastes like faded for him long ago. Food is something he misses most about being alive.
“This is torture,” he murmurs after a while and he pries his eyes away from Time to look around at his surroundings. The sun is low on the horizon, the faintest blush of pink starting to creep into the clear blue sky and the other heroes, having finished setting up camp, are laughing and chatting amongst themselves by the fire. They’re just far enough away that he can’t hear exactly what they’re saying, but they sound happy.
He stares at them longingly for a while before he realises there’s one missing.
“Huh. Where’s our resident ranch hand?” he asks nobody. He scans the treeline, pausing when he notices a flash of movement heading into the woods a small distance away.
“Or should I say our resident wolf?”
He pushes himself off the ground and heads in the direction he’s certain the wolf went. It’s not long before he catches up to him (he’s able to forgo weaving through the trees in favour of phasing right through them), and once he’s in his sights it’s relatively easy to keep up.
He’s curious about where he might be going; it’s not often that Twilight transforms into the wolf unless absolutely necessary. He probably just wants some time to his self; he’s sure sharing space with seven other heroes is probably quite taxing, so he’s likely after some peace and quiet.
“I don’t blame you,” he says out loud, “those lot are exhausting.”
Wolfie suddenly stops and stands stock still, ears twitching.
“You hear something?” Wind asks inquisitively, coming to a halt just behind him. He hadn’t heard anything himself, but that means nothing considering the proficiency of Wolfie’s ears compared to his own.
Wolfie perks up once more and twists around so his head faces in Wind’s direction, and if Wind didn’t know better, he would have been certain his eyes were locked straight onto his.
“What do you see?” he asks, his curiosity mounting. Wolfie lets out a small whine which turns into a bark before tilting his head ever so slightly to the left. His eyes still seem to look right at him, as if… but no, that’s impossible.
It is impossible. Wind hasn’t managed to gain the attention of anyone since his death over two hundred years ago, he’s accepted that’s how things are supposed to be now.
But what if…
“This is ridiculous,” he mutters to himself before taking a deep breath. He might as well prove to himself that interaction with the living world is just as impossible now as it’s always been. “Okay. Wolfie, bark twice if you can hear me.”
Wolfie barks twice.
Wind’s eyes widen so far, his non-existent eyeballs are in danger of falling out of their sockets.
“Holy shit.”
If Wind had a working heart, he’s sure it would be thumping hard right now.
“Wait… how do I know that wasn’t a coincidence? Er… Wolfie, bark five times if you can see me.”
Wolfie doesn’t bark, but instead lets out a low growl and Wind’s heart sinks. It was stupid to get his hopes up, of course he can’t see him, that would make no sense at all.
The air fills with dark particles and all of a sudden, a man stands where the wolf once did.
“I know you’re there,” Twilight says, “I can’t see you now, but I can as the wolf.”
Well this… this certainly changes things.
#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu wind#ghost au#I needed a break from angst so i wrote something more light hearted#lyra writes
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Sequel to ‘He Realizes He Loves You’ Part 3
Masterlist
Part 1 Part 2
Part 3 will corresponded to the other which means that it will include Legend, Hyrule and Wind.
You can find the first half here.
Content under the cut!
Legend
Legend kept his head down for the day and kept to himself.
He didn’t feel like talking to anyone and he didn’t want anyone talking to him either.
He was... in lamest terms... a mess.
He hasn’t been able to sleep.
He hasn’t been able to eat as much as he’d even want too.
And he has been able to look you in the eye since.
He’s sure that literally everyone knows he’s got a problem and he can’t keep snapping at everyone forever. Unless he wants to do some real damage to the friendships he’s made here.
Legend doesn’t want that.
What Legend really wants, at this point, is to go home, and sleep for the next one hundred years and forget this whole thing ever happened.
He hated that fight with you.
The whole group is still on edge because of it and you have yet to make up.
You purposefully stay away from him and team up with literally anyone else.
Man, does it hurt!
He curls in on himself just a little bit tighter and swallows the spit in his mouth harshly.
He needs water.
A hand lands on his shoulder and he throws it off.
“Talk to me.” The owner says.
Legend freezes.
It’s you and you take his hand, pulling him away from the group before he can even get close to telling you to back off.
Instead, his focus zero in’s on your hand, holding his, and how soft it is and how you’re not trying to crush his hand, just hold and pull him along. Your hands are nothing like his. He can’t even speak he’s so enamored.
You stop just before going deeper into the forest and turn on him, a frown on your face. “I.... know what wrong.”
Crap- that was probably the worst thing you could have said.
Legend pales considerably and crosses his arms over his chest, not making eye contact still. If he does, he might get lost in your eyes, and he’d rather have a map to know where he’s going.
“But I refuse to apologize.”
Legend freezes and tenses up in the process- ok- maybe you don’t actually know what’s happening....
“Legend, you have to stop brooding eventually.” You sigh.
Legend snaps his head up this time, anger, indignation, and frustration bubble up inside of him- but he sees you. You look tired, exhausted even, and you’re not even mad.
He deflates like a popped balloon, settling for not saying anything after all and looks away again.
“I know you mean well, but I won’t let you keep sacrificing yourself.” You step closer,
Legend hugs himself tighter.
He feels your hands come up and cup his cheeks, gently guiding his head up.
All the tension melts off of him, his walls crumble and his hands find themselves delicately on your wrist subconsciously holding you there.
“I know you care, but I care about you too. I’m not actively trying to get hurt. Can’t you do the same?” You whisper, wiping your thumb over his cheek.
Legend feels his mouth go dry.
“I don’t like fighting with you.” You say and it makes Legend’s heart pound. “Can we stop?”
Legend nods and you smile, sending his heart nearly beating out of his chest. He has to keep his jaw clenched at the sight unless he says something stupid and ruin everything like he does all the time.
He lean over and give him a quick kiss on the forehead and hug him.
Legend could cry- this isn’t what he expected.
His arms wrap around you and he holds you tight- as if if he did anything less, you would disappear and only be a dream- a memory for him. He takes a breath and tries to hide his face in your hair. “I don’t like fighting you either.”
“Then let’s not.” You laugh breathlessly.
He can’t help but agree.
You pull away and wipe your eyes, wiping his for good measure even though he refuses to acknowledge why.
“Thank you Link.”
Legend thinks he bites his tongue hard enough to draw blood as the same liquid rushes to his face to his neck.
This was worse than it was with Marin.
He nods once, trying to will his voice not to crack. “You’re welcome.”
It didn’t work.
Hyrule
Hyrule sighed longingly as he watched you read your book again. He could see you mouth the words as you read, commiting the contents to memory, studying every detail of the images included so you’d know what to look for even if you’re not in your own era.
Looking at the plants that are good for injuries, illnesses, headaches, aches and pains- just anything that would prove useful so that they don’t have to waste their potions- or him- his magic.
His heart swells when he sees you taking more side notes of other remedies and other plants that you’ve found out that work. He knows that he’s told you some plants that he’s used in his Hyrule and he knows that the others have shared what they knew as well.
He watches you.
The way your hands moves.
The way your nose scrunches up.
The way you bring the book closer to your face to get a closer look at the contents inside.
The way your tongue sticks out in concentration and intensity when you add your own things.
“You’re staring again.” Legend’s voice appear right by his ear and he has half the mind to swat it in shock.
In fact he tries but Legend gets out of the way before he can make any contact.
Hyrule snaps his head in the direction of the voice and glares at the offender.
Legend laughs a bit at his expense and Hyrule doesn’t say anything in reply.
Legend raises an eyebrow and covers his mouth with his hand. “Could you be any more obvious?”
“Shut up.” Hyrule growls. “Don’t be so loud.”
“They’re not paying attention, you’re fine.” Legend rolls his eyes. “But if they look up and see you staring with those little heart eyes-”
“Don’t call attention to it Vet.” Hyrule sits up higher and he takes another swipe in his direction.
Legend laughs a little louder and dodges just like before.
“Link, can you help me with this?” You call from the sidelines.
Both of them stop and look in your direction.
You’re not looking at either of them but your book in in your lap as you borderline glare at it as you chew on the tip of your pencil. “I know you said this would work but I don’t want to combine it with something else and have the result be potentially dangerous-”
“Who?” Legend calls out with a tilt of his head.
You pause and look up. you stare into the space in front of you for a minute before you turn your head and look at them. You blush and clear your throat.
Hyrule’s breath catches in his throat at the sight and he wills himself to stay and hold eye contact without blushing as well.
He’s not sure if it’s working- but he does gulp and hold back his smile.
“Um..” Your voice spikes and you bite your lip. “I meant... Traveler... Hyrule.... Um... can you help?”
Hyrule’s heart flutters and he forgets how to breathe.
He must have taken a bit longer to reply than he should have because Legend claps his shoulder and pulls him onto his feet, pushing him in your direction.
Hyrule tries to not trip over himself as he makes his way over to you as he can feel Legend laugh at him from behind.
“Y-yeah? Yeah. Of course I can help.” He says a little breathlessly. “What do you need?”
“Sorry Legend, I thought we were alone.” You say and turn your full attention to Hyrule. You smile and put a strand of hair behind your ear. “It was this root that you showed me for cuts and fevers, I was wondering if I could combine it with-”
Hyrule tries to pay attention to what you’re saying and how to help you but they way your voice softens and they way your hands almost touch- ever so slightly.
Legend is immediately forgotten.
Wind
Wind was gonna do something stupid at some point and he knew it.
It was only a matter of time until he trips over his own shoes, or he falls face first into the ground, or he misspeaks or he just.... makes an absolute fool of himself.
Wind was going to lose it.
He took a deep breath and tried to focus on what was happening around him.
Everyone was walking, they were going to camp for the night soon, and you were walking next to him, talking his ear off and he was supposed to be listening.
“And then when I flipped the switch, everything went from orange to blue and there was a whole new door on the other side of the room!” You grinned wildly, and gesture vaguely in the space in front of you. “It was crazy, I spent all that time for nothing and yet-”
You pause and gulp before shrinking in on yourself as you shyly glance up at him. “Sorry... I... was rambling again. Umm... It’s probably not as cool as half the things you’ve done anyway.”
Wind’s heart drops and he nearly grabs your hand out of urgent desperation. He stops himself just in time to not do it, but now he has his hand hanging in the open with nowhere for it to go. He shakes his head and settles it awkwardly on your shoulder after one more moment of hesitation.
“That’s not true at all.” He says, stopping you both in your place. “I don’t even care if it’s a story you’ve told me before. I’d listen to them all over again.”
“They’re probably boring.” You mutter and kick the dirt under you, unable to meet his eyes. A fake laugh breaks through your lips and Wind’s eyes dart toward them before snapping them back to your eyes. “I don’t why you bother humoring me. I’m probably the most... mmm.... pathetic person here I suppose.”
Wind places his other hand on your shoulder and shakes you. “Who told you that? Was it Legend? I don’t think he’d say that but if he so much as implied it, I’d kill him.”
“That’s going a bit far, don’t you thi-”
“Absolutely not.” Wind growls.
“It’s not even a big deal.”
“I say it is.”
“Why does it bother you?” You ask, reaching out to grab Wind before he can go on a rampage against the others, for something they’re not even aware is happening.
Wind stills when your hand touches his and he look over to you again. He opens his mouth and nearly tells you what he recently discovered about himself... but that’s a bit much for even him. He settles on a different truth. “Because it’s a lie. Someone lied to you and I’m going to make sure they pay.”
“Well...” You stand there, stunned. “It wasn’t one of the others...”
“Then who?” Wind wheels around again.
“No-no one.” You blush and lose your nerve again.
Wind sighs and looks at your combined hands, if he doesn’t he’ll look into your eyes and he’s not strong enough to keep his head on straight if he goes down that road.
He looks away from you entirely and laces your finger together, giving your hand a little squeeze. “Well, I like hearing your stories. Tell me more. I wanna hear what happened next.”
You take the next few steps to stand by his side again with a small smile on your face. He sees you take a quick look at your hands before squeezing his own before talking again. “Where was I?”
“Blue and orange levers.” Wind smiles and get you two to start walking forward again. “The d-door just opened.”
You light up like a beacon and try to pick up where you left off.
Only for Wind to trip and fall flat on his face like he knew he was going to do.
It was only a matter of time.
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sleepy fem! reader who usually doesn’t initiate physical affection and isnt rly big on it (like no pda except for hand holding) bc she’s rly introverted/reserved? x kaminari, kirishima, shinsou! she suddenly sits on their lap while gaming and she kinda fiddles with their hair/ear lobe (they’re soft okay 😭)/their shirt and then dozes off on them and the boys reaction?
sleepy s/o suddenly sitting on their lap
characters : kaminari denki, kirishima eijirou, shinsou hitoshi
legend : [Y/N = your name] f!reader, quirk’s not mentioned
fic type : headcanons [fluff]
notes : i didn’t proofread in this one (i’ll do it later though,) but i’m a fat simp for this concept :,) ESPECIALLY FOR THE CHARACTERS I HC AS GAMERS rip.
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kaminari denki
i headcanon denki as a big gamer, because he accidentally went one day without leaving his room because he was gaming—
IT’S A HEADCANON
but because i’m not exactly a ‘gamer’ i can only imagine denki playing shooter games and roblox??
please don’t clock me
anyways, he highkey wanted you to sit on his lap— like he’s always ask you to do so
but you’re not very big on pda besides hand holding, quick hugs and kisses so :((
he could only dream of that day to arrive, denki will wait for you to be comfy
lucky for him! that dream would soon become a reality
it’s a saturday afternoon right? and you’re taking a cute lil nap, curled up on the bed
while he’ll lowkey harasses 12 year olds on roblox
your eyes peer open from your lap, and while you usually had restrain over yourself from doing certain things
you’re half asleep, and you’re not really aware of the things you’re doing right now
so, you stumble over to denki’s gaming chair— and he’s like “hey baby, you’re awake!”
you don’t reply, and you just crawl onto his lap
denki’s probably going to freeze for a second when he feels your thighs pressing against his lap
but on the inside, denki’s like “omg the day has come! Y/N is finally on my lap NANDKWD”
okay, but when you started playing with the cord of his headset though-
he’s trying pretty hard to not short circuit, and he doesn’t want to electricute the both of you-
but he’ll immediately lose in whatever game he was playing, and he’ll just focus his entire attention on you— doting over you
“what’s all of this for, Y/N?” he asks— not that he’s complaining though,,
you just press yourself even more into his body, drifting back to sleep— and kaminari has you in his arms for the remainder of the afternoon
kirishima eijirou
another gamer, but he’s probably not as hardcore as denki or hitoshi ngl
but look,, kiri playing animal crossing with you omg (not saying he doesn’t play other genres of video games though,,)
anywayyy
regarding pda— he’ll be a little down that you won’t hug him everyday and stuff,
but he’ll quickly adapt to that (just for you) but he’ll still wait for the moment you’ve become comfortable with pda
but he just wants to hold you, even if it’s just your hand :))
it’s 8pm on a friday, and kirishima was playing his games with sero and kaminari
and you’re sleeping already because you were up late yesterday because you were studying for an upcoming test
it’s 8pm on a friday though?
moving past that, he doesn’t hear the blankets shift, nor does he hear you getting up from bed
but because of his peripheral vision, he sees your sleepy state walking towards you
he mutes his mic for a second, and he’s happy to see you up
“hey babe! what’re you doing up? are you hungry— wait,”
he’s a little surprised when he sees you move under his arms to sit on his lap, considering how you’re naturally reserved
you’re wrapping your hands over his shoulders, the chair creaking over the sudden addition of weight
he unmutes himself, telling kaminari and sero that he’s still alive, while leaning against your shoulder.
he was going to continue his game (almost as if he wasn’t flustered or anything)
but you started playing with his hair and omg, his cheeks are rivalling his hair at this point
hold it in kirishima eijirou, just hold it in for just a few more minutes
suddenly, he couldn’t take it anymore— and he just told sero and kaminari that he had to go, leaving the game and turning off his pc
leaving the both of them confused as hell
he won’t leave his gaming chair, just because he doesn’t want to wake you up
instead— he just stays there for a bit, not long before he drifts to sleep :)
shinsou hitoshi
a bigger gamer, he plays/played basically every single genre out there
from horror, to rpgs— you name it :)
repeat after me, shinsou hitoshi is an insomniac. he’s a bigger insomniac than me
he won’t mind that you’re a little reserved regarding pda, since he himself isn’t so big on it
but he’ll definitely wait for you to be more comfortable
anyways, regarding the insomniac part— he’s probably up late (3-4am kinda beat)
just playing video games
you’re long gone at this point, because hello?? it’s 3-4am??
you shift in your bed, and you can feel the empty space besides you— and you just
get up, and navigate through the dark— trying to find hitoshi
while you’re half asleep
he’s very immensed in his game, but he’ll probably detect the padding of your feet against the floor
he’ll watch you swing your arms around him, pressing yourself on his lap
he was surprised for a bit because,, he assumed you were asleep, but the bigger part of him is like
Y/N is on your lap, your fantasy has came to life.
he’ll call out to you, just to check how awake you are— but you only respond with playing with his ear lobe
omg that’s cute
unlike the other two, he still continues his game— but it’s not like he’s neglecting your sleepy existence
he’s pressing his face against your shoulder, while his hand’s brushing up your back from here and there
he finishes after an hour (rip his eyeballs) and he swiftly carries you both to bed
pressing a soft kiss against your temple, he admires your sleeping form
“i love you.. sleep well, Y/N”
he won’t sleep, but he’ll definitely lay in bed cuddling you while just.. admiring your existence.
i’ll die for this man
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i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei, i only own the writing.
do not plagiarize my work :))
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Irrevocably Yours
Request: hey! can i request a scenario of jungkook being a rich kid who has ome of his legs is leg failure , basically can't walk without a cane , And he falls in love with a normal girl , and they end up running away , happy ending plz , also if u can , LIT IT Up with smut ' thank u ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
A/N: So. This request was sent to me a long ass time ago. I mean a LONG time ago, and I spent so much time working on it...it became too long. So I broke it up in half. Just to see if anyone actually becomes interested in how this ends. Just to see if anyone still reads anything I write. So if you end up enjoying this, please let me know and I’ll post the last of this. I have so many things buried inside my google docs that need to be set free from hibernation.
Also, I’m sorry if this isn’t any good. I’ve rewritten this a thousand times trying to fix it, and I’ve done all I can for now. I hope someone out there enjoyed this craziness. And to the original person who asked for this, if you ever see this, I’m sorry it took so long. P.s. I also took creative liberties and changed it up a little. Much love, Jenn
Jungkook x Reader
Word count: 13,756 (yeah I know, it was longer before I halved it. Sorry!)
Genre: fluffy/Smutty(later)/First Love drama sorts mess
A part of you would always remember the first day you’d met Jeon Jungkook. His presence standing in the doorway to the classroom held every single one of your classmate's attention along with yours. Jungkook silently demanded to be noticed, even though in a way he wanted no one to notice him at all. The classroom felt louder than usual, or maybe that was just how you recalled it. Maybe it's what caused the ringing in your ears when the room was swallowed up in silence. The sound of his cane hitting the stained linoleum; ticking like a time bomb with every step.
At first you couldn't see why he necessarily needed it. Jungkook was a master of hiding things. Even pain. It wasn’t until he’d reached the teachers desk, his hip moving to rest against it to ease the extra strain off his good leg, that the stories of his accident became true. Not one of you were willing to look too long at the challenge in his face. Defiance turning his soft features bitter as he glanced out across the room. Jungkook wanted to appear strong; to dare anyone to mutter even a word that he wasn’t. That he wasn’t the same person he was before the accident.
He must have been able to fool your home room teacher into forgetting. His eagerness to introduce Jungkook only caused him to accidentally come too close to his legs in passing. The teachers’ waist moved and harmlessly bump against Jungkook’s bad leg. A small movement that was enough to change Jungkook’s entire demeanor for just a second.
The whole room collectively took a breath; waiting for him to scream out in pain. To turn savage and yell or curse at the stupidity of the teacher. Jungkook did none of it. He continued to look out into the room with his chin held high.
You could see, however, through the crinkle by his eyes and how heavily he now leaned on his cane that it’s caused him a great deal of pain. A brief moment in showing what he tried to hide and if you weren’t staring so hard at him, you were sure you would’ve missed it.
An infamous legend among other schools as his face showed up on Sports articles that featured proud features of parents beaming excitedly at cameras. Taekwondo and track metal’s around his neck by the dozens. Grades to match the intensity of his athletic drive with a rumor that if he tried something for the first time, Jungkook would still be phenomenal at whatever it was.
Even without ever actually meeting him - everyone in that classroom knew who he was. Jeon Jungkook was a hard man not to hear about.
In the beginning of the year there’d been a different headline for him, however. He’d been the passenger in a friend's car that was struck by a drunk driver. The ferocity of the impact leaving the car looking like a bow. Jungkook lost a friend that night, and part of the mobility in his left leg. The driver himself died instantly and you weren't sure if that was justice enough for the two boys who’d lost so much in a matter of three seconds.
And with so much, yet so little known about him you found yourself unable to join the others in measuring up the boy in front of you.
Jungkook was taller than you thought he would be, or maybe you’d silently been hoping the universe wouldn’t be so cruel to give someone talent and every single attractive feature known to man. He’d been played up like he was a god among the rest of you feeble mortals. You figure’d girls were overacting, I mean it happens. Imagining after listening to all their swooning, you’d somehow shockingly find out he was nothing more than your average - ordinary - boy.
Jungkook was anything but ordinary.
His lean frame still retained years of training that wasn't so easily hidden, even under the layers of the school uniform. You could see the care he still placed on his outward appearance. The rising star who was still handsome, even underneath all his brooding. His school uniform strained against tight muscles in his arms and, worse, was his legs. Your cheeks heating into an embarrassed blush as his eyes landed on what seemed like your desk. It was silly to think he’d caught you gawking. Everyone was gawking at him, but even a millisecond of his gaze made your cheeks light up with embarrassment at the idea of being caught.
There was gossip of him not wanting to go back to his old school; his old life. You didn't really blame him. Why be stuck in a place where there were millions of memories of a time you had with a close friend? Of having the ability to walk down the halls without everyone looking at you like you were damaged goods.
“Everyone pay attention!” Mr. Choi shouted.
It all seemed unnecessary. Your attention was already on him whether he wanted it or not.
“I’d like to welcome our transfer student, Jeon Jungkook. I expect you all to be on your best behavior.”
“I don't need you to defend me,” he snapped.
He started moving his way down the aisle towards the only empty seat in the room: the one next to you.
You quickly turned away from him and started cleaning up your space. Jungkook got to the desk faster than you thought and dropped his backpack down on top of the desk. His long body slumped down into the seat, placing his cane next to the window seal.
“We’re going to continue with our previous lecture from yesterday. You can share with Y/N until you get your own books.”
You flipped to chapter eighteen with your many notes scattered inside. Your eyes giving him a sidelong glance before sliding the book neatly between the desks. Jungkook didn't bother to look at the pages: his gaze was locked elsewhere. Somewhere outside the window with the freedom far beyond the gates of the school.
The enter class you’d spun a hundred different sentences in your mind. Each one playing out in your head as pure idiotic or unnecessary. You just couldn’t shake the feeling that it felt wrong letting him sit there like no one cares. To be a part of the prying gazes of the class; to know his name and him not knowing yours in return. You weren't sure why you gave a shit so much, anyways, but you did.
At the sound of the bell he was the first one to hop back onto his feet. His hand instinctively taking hold of the cane to keep him propped up as he moved to situate his backpack over his shoulders. You’d followed close behind him and gathered up your things.
You didn't see him again until fifth period. His brooding presence in the back of the class hung like a dark cloud you couldn't shake. You knew you weren't necessarily the most cheerful person in the room, but even Jungkook’s sour puss attitude was making you want to throw glitter at him.
He didn't acknowledge you when you came to your usual seat at the window, and it didn't bother you. No one usually acknowledged you anyways. What did bother you was that he was sitting in your window seat. Statistics was by far your least favorite subject this year, and the one thing that kept you sane was that window seat.
“That's my spot.”
Your voice didn't hold any hint of malice. It was just definitive: you wanted your seat. Jungkook didn't look at you straight away. His eyes still daydreaming through the window and the world beyond. When he did finally look at you, you were sure the annoyance in his face was meant to send you packing. Too bad for him you’d seen worse.
“Is that look supposed to scare me? It doesn't change the fact you're in my spot.”
“I don't see your name on it.”
Your laughter turned to a scoff; cut short by your disbelief.
“What are we in middle school? If you want to get technical, it was assigned by the teacher aka my name is theoretically on that seat. So -”
You acted like he was a pet you could shoo off your bed. The hand motion earning you his brow to raise in return.
“You’d really make a cripple get up?”
“Is that what we’re calling you? A cripple? Because it looks to me like you’re still capable of doing things, oh say, a paraplegic can't.”
The anger rolled through him suddenly like storm clouds. All the possibilities of playful mischief disappeared as he regarded you with so much hate, it was as if he’d struck you.
“Oh, really? I didn't realize that they were giving away M.D titles in high schools now.”
Your mouth opened to - to what? Apologize? The sensitive part of you told you that you should. His accident hadn't been a full year yet, and here you were badgering him. Yet, you knew if you continuously babied him like everyone else it was only going to do more harm than good. Your next choice of words were cut short when your teacher walked in and asked why you were still standing.
“He’s in my spot.”
God, now who sounded like they were in middle school? Your teacher seemed to draw a blank. His gaze moving from you to Jungkook then back to you.
“Just sit down, Y/N.”
You did so with a huff. Your arms pulling your backpack you’d sat down on the desk closer to you like a pillow. Just so you could rest your chin on top of it and tried to ignore the smirk that was now on Jungkook’s face.
After you’d gone to your next class you couldn't stop thinking about your exchange. It turned your mood sour the rest of the day, and you couldn't understand why. A part of you wondering if it was because of your choice of words or the defeat that shown all too bright in his doe eyes.
The end of the day couldn't have come fast enough. You just wanted to get home and out of your uniform and maybe get a chance to go take some photos before your parents got home. You were too preoccupied with thoughts of where you wanted to go, and what coffee shop you wanted to stop at, when you collided into the back of someone else. A loud curse followed suit of the sound of a cane dropping on pavement making your eyes shut tight and your throat constrict around a groan.
“Jesus, can't you watch where you’re goi- oh, it's you. Enjoy attacking cripples, do we?”
You opened your eyes to see a less than amused smile on his face. He acted more like a judge at your hearing and whatever sentencing he was giving out, it wasn’t in your favor.
“I’m sorry I wasn't paying attention.”
You moved to pick up his cane for him when his hand angrily swatted yours away making you jump back a step.
“I don't need your charity. I can do it myself!”
“No one said you couldn’t! I was only trying to be nice.”
“Yeah, well, go and be nice somewhere else.”
He situated his weight on his good leg and bent at the knee low enough for his hand to reach out and grab his second form of support. The movement so graceful that it left you stunned, but not as much as his words did.
“You know, just because something bad happened to you, it doesn't give you the right to be an asshole. You aren't the only person to lose someone or something important. Get over yourself.”
With your hands latched underneath the straps of your backpack you stomped around him. Not caring that you left him standing stone still. His mouth slightly agape as he watched you take your exit.
During your walk home, somehow, Jungkook plagued your thoughts. Your mind unable to comprehend why you were still thinking about him. It was the first time you’d met, and yet, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. If you were being honest with yourself you knew from replaying the last thing you said to him.The look on his face saying plainly that you were an asshole.
Everyone’s pain mattered. Grief and loss wasn’t measured by anyone else’s pain but the person who experienced it, and to diminish it in any way was unfair. Regret was building inside your chest and it was all you could do to keep your feet from sprinting back in his direction.
When you got home you went directly to your room, throwing your bag on the bed, and sulked to your desk. You had more pressing matters to attend to than a boys’ possible hurt feelings. No matter how many times you tried, however, you weren’t able to write out theories on government history or explain anatomical questions.
The only thing your brain appeared to focus on was how to apologize.
You thought about Jungkook while you showered and brushed your teeth. You thought of him when you laid in bed and struggled to find a way to sleep. Your mind playing out the million different possibilities of how your apology would be taken from him. You didn't necessarily understand what it felt like to have your dreams stolen from you. To be forced to cope with a new life you hadn’t asked for and the emptiness of losing someone you loved all in one go.
If the tables were turned and it was you, wouldn’t you feel equally as bitter?
The following morning in between toaster cooked waffles and fixing your uniform in the mirror, you’d resigned to apologizing to him. No matter how much thinking of it made your teeth grind and a growl rise in your chest at the thought. You imagined him sneering and replying with smart remarks and it caused your mind to waver, but you were better than the pettiness swelling in your chest. You were okay with knowing his prickled exterior came from something you couldn't ever understand.
You made sure all the time you had while you walked to school was used up by mumbling the speech you’d made up the night before. At crosswalks practicing the best stance that didn't appear threatening, was friendly, but wouldn't be misconstrued as flirting.
That was by far the last thing you wanted to happen in his eyes. Sure, Jungkook was undeniably attractive...as much as you would've loved to laugh sarcastically in his perfectly sculpted face that his obviously very masculine features did nothing to make you weak in the knees. That you hadn’t noticed when his elbows, still clad in his jacket, moved to rest on the desk it’d caused his biceps and shoulders to equally fight for whatever was left of the fabric. Or that small scar on his cheek caught your attention when he became annoyed; his tongue poking out at the side of his jaw.
No, you hadn't been paying an embarrassing amount of attention to him at all (or at the ridiculous outline of his thigh muscles in his school uniform) with every step he took.
So, since you hadn't personally taken notice of any of physically appealing traits, why would you flirt? You were well aware of the vast difference of not only your social scale, but also of your class ranking, and looks overall. You were lightyears away from ever being able to consider being more than a female acquaintance he happened to get stuck next to at school. He wasn't the first boy who was out of your league, and Jungkook wouldn't be the last. Why it bothered you so much was a child's thought you refused to entertain.
When you finally got to school you hurried up the steps and briskly made your way down the hall. Not stopping even after Jenny cursed after you for nudging her as you went by. As soon as you swung open the door for homeroom, your eyes landed on Jungkook’s position. His cane leaning against the desk, hands tucked inside the pockets of his uniform slacks as he leaned back against the chair.
His gaze was focused somewhere outside the window, completely blank and motionless, and you wondered if he could've been having a thought at all. He was close to being marked as unreal in your book when he blinked and turned his gaze towards you.
You hadn't realized you’d been staring until that moment. Your gaze dropping to the worn linoleum as you briskly made your way down to your desk. A mumbled, “Good morning,” falling like a bad habit from your lips while you came around the side to slid into the desk chair. Nervous hands clutching tightly to your bag as you stared straight ahead, unwilling to glance in his direction.
Somewhere between cursing your awkwardness and staring out the window like an escape hatch your teacher started the lecture. None of it to which you were paying attention too, which was probably why you heard him call your name. You jerked in your seat as he yelled it a second time. Your eyes no doubt wide from giggles that sounded around the room.
“Y/N, since you're listening, you can go ahead and answer number forty-seven in the workbook.”
Panic sent your eyes wide as you stared back at his expectant face: waiting for you to fail. You hadn't even taken your book out since you’d sat down, finally moving to do so, when you felt a light tap against your bag. It was enough to jerk your gaze away from the teacher and down to a completed book of all the problems done by Jungkook.
He cleared his throat and tucked his hands back inside the pockets of his trousers easily not understanding the severity of how his actions had left you wide-eyed in surprise. You were still taking too long, causing your teacher to prompt you with a grunt and Jungkook to casually reach out and tap the answer again. Your eyes trailing over the written answer before standing up and clearing your throat. The answer rolling off your tongue as easy as breathing; as if you didn't just steal it from a notebook.
You made a silent prayer the teacher didn't notice the sweat threatening to break at your temple. The nervous ticking of your feet tilting from spot to spot. A rush of relief escaping your lips when his response to your answer was to continue class.
You took your seat next to Jungkook; unable to acknowledge him just yet for saving you from whatever punishment your teacher would've no doubt thought of. The realization that Jungkook himself was the reason for your lack of concentration making your cheeks flush an embarrassing pink making your arms wrap protectively around your backpack.
You’d never even brought out your textbook. Never dropped your bag from your desk and no doubt Mr. Choi knew you were given the answer. You buried your mouth against the coarse nylon in a weak attempt to stifle your embarrassment.
“Thank you.”
Your eyes caught the soft tilt of his brow as it rose at the muffled words. You could make out his left shoulder leaning him down towards your huddled position, making your hands involuntarily tighten into your backpack.
“What was that?”
The husky whisper of his words weren't anything you’d heard before, and they resonated up your spine to leave you staring starry-eyed.
“Th-thank you. For giving me the answer.”
He didn't respond. His gaze fixed solely on your face until you forcibly struggled to keep from fidgeting under its weight. After what felt like a small eternity, Jungkook nodded his head and faced forward. The sudden ghost of the death of your conversation causing you to blink at his profile.
The rest of the class was spent with your focus lacking on taking notes. How could you focus with his presence commanding your attention? A small army of ants creeping along your nerves demanding to acknowledge him. It was so strong, when the bell rang you jumped up from your seat to try and escape into the freedom of the school’s hallway, only to end up with your knee connecting straight into the hardwood of the desk. Jungkook’s snort at your misfortune was enough to remind you how much of an arrogant pain in the ass he could be.
“Wow - good job doofus.”
Your head snapped back in his direction; tongue rolling in your cheek as he hopped up from his seat. A hand snaking out to grab his bag and sling it over his shoulder as the other reached for his cane. You held your head high despite how awful your knee was stinging, and stood up adjusting your bag.
“Seriously? That's all you've got? Doofus? Next time let’s try harder.”
Jungkook didn't seemed miffed by your retort, actually seeming more amused than anything, and for some reason it only bugged you more. Did you really want to get into another argument like you were in primary school with him? You discarded the thought as you tightened the strings on your backpack and decided to take the mature route and leave him behind.
The hallways mass of bodies rushing to get to their next period giving you comfort; until you remembered you shared the same economics class. Today was also a field trip to a farm to learn the process of making soy products. It would take up the last few classes of the day. You’d been excited to spend the day out of class and enjoy the rustic scenery out of town. Your only hope was that he hadn't been able to get his parental slip signed; he’d just started the day before. How could he?
When the teacher walked in and asked Jungkook for his permission slip you wanted to howl. Why was the universe so cruel? But why did you care so much?
It was a question you didn't bother to think about; you just grumbled the whole way to the bus. Your teacher standing at its entrance to put a check by your names every time one of your classmates passed him by like lined up cattle. You were the last checkmark: the last person to find an available seat. You rounded the final step and your stomach sank down into your shoes. The universe seeming to play a sick joke of musical chairs; your only options being Jungkook or Amber, the girl who actively struggled to make sure your life was a living hell.
You’d rather be eaten by dogs than even attempt to sit with her. Jungkook it was, then.
Your hand clasped tighter around the strap of your bag as you moved it farther up your shoulder. A large sigh accommodating your steps as you side-stepped down the aisle ending with you in front of his seat. His cane taking up what was left of it.
Jungkook didn't seem to register your presence or he just decided to pretend you weren't there. Either way you felt your annoyance grow as you cleared your throat to grab his attention. His chin barely leaving the perch of his fist as his head turned; gaze intimidating in a way that left your fingers pinching the fabric of yours clothes just to make sure they were still there and he hadn't stared straight through them.
“Can I help you?”
“I need a seat.”
He looked back and no doubt noticed the open spot next to Amber. Jungkook’s giving the slightest nod as he retorted, “There’s one right back there.”
“Come on, Jungkook. What do you want?”
“You're bribing me now?”
His smile was so bright, borderline adorable, and you hated how it threatened to make you retaliate with your own.
“Stop being a brat and just tell me,” you snapped instead.
Jungkook shot a quick glance back at Amber’s giggling figure. You were sure most people thought she sounded like wind chimes or something else cute and feminine, but to you it just sounded like a cat dying. When he looked back at you, Jungkook checked you out one last time. His eyes stopping at the lone earbud that sat against your chest. For a moment, you thought he was actually staring at your breasts making your cheeks burn and your gaze to look anywhere else but at his smug face.
“Let me listen to your iPod there and back on this trip, and I'll let you sit with me.”
“What am I supposed to do?”
Jungkook did a lavish hand sweep at the window. The motion reminding you of the showgirls on The Price is Right, making you believe maybe he’d somehow watched it, and one too many times.
“You get to use your imagination while you look out the window.”
“No way. Joint custody.”
“Fine. Joint custody, but I get to pick the music the whole way. If you have shitty taste the deal's off.”
He stuck out his hand for you to shake and there was a moment, a minor second, that it felt like you were making a deal with the devil. However, the sound of Amber’s laughter practically had your hand bolting into Jungkook’s. You shook it harder than was necessary before dropping it and shooing him to move.
Jungkook removed his bag and cane from the seat. Your legs giving out moments later so you could plop down in it, only to be greeted by his outstretched hand. The smile that spread across his lips shining brighter than the mischief in his eyes.
“As per our agreement: the iPod.”
He wiggles his fingers and you wanted to smack him. Your own squeezing tighter against the metal until, reluctantly, you chose your fate by placing it into his hand. Jungkook didn’t seem to mind your current look of displeasure while you watched him begin to scroll through your assorted music collection.
At least the seat was warm.
The first few seconds were somehow more awkward than you thought possible. Eyes locked in a fifty-yard stare so intense a soldier would’ve been envious. The only movement you caught of him was from your peripherals. Jungkook’s thumbs picking up speed from the leisurely way he scanned through the artists you’d offered. And no you did not, whatsoever, happen to notice the way his bottom lip would dart inside his mouth just to be held gently between his teeth. All the while his eyes focused on the task in front of him.
Nope. You weren’t paying attention to him. Not even a little bit. So how he was able to make you jump twelve inches out of your skin, while you were most definitely not embarrassing yourself by gawking over a beautiful man, was beyond you.
“Ya!” Jungkook clicked his tongue in distaste. His hand wiggling the ipod in your direction, as if it had caused some great offense. “What is this?”
Your neck tiled as you regarded him like he’d grown two heads. You were also positive if your eyebrows knitted together any harder you’d end up with a unibrow.
“Ugh, a mystical device that plays music.”
The look on Jungkook’s face faltered from frustration to annoyance. It was so sudden it ended up sending a bark of laughter in his direction. And just like that, the annoyed look was back again.
“I mean, what the hell do you have on this thing. Who is The Dead Weather? City and Colour? Joji?”
“They are artists I enjoy.”
“They’re shit.”
You rushed to try and snatch it back from him. Jungkook’s reflexes proving to be faster than your growing urge to smack him.
“Excuse me, little miss,” he began. “What do you think you’re doing?”
He used his index finger to push gently against your forehead, but with the current level of irritation, he still proved faster than you. Your failed attempt to swat his hand away meeting only empty air. Earning you a smirk of smug satisfaction.
“I’m trying to get my things back.”
“That wasn’t part of our agreement.”
You tried one last time to take him by surprise. Your right hand shot out too hard to grab at the object clasped in his large hands. The momentum carried you forward to land shoulder first against his chest. Leg nudging against his with enough force that it caused his cane to move an inch. It took everything you had to keep your head down to hide your flaming cheeks.
“And now you’re assaulting me.”
If your eyes were capable of rolling back any father you might've seen brain cells.
“I was only trying to get my property back. Since the only thing that’s coming out of you is complaining.”
“I’m not complaining,” he snapped. “You’re acting like an Indian giver.”
“Is that all you know how to do: complain?” You continued, completely ignoring him. A slight smirk now etching your lips. Jungkook’s eyes flicking down to notice your amusement at his expense. “I believe they call it, ‘trying something new.’”
His eyes narrowed on you and for a split second your pulse began to race. Sure, the agitation on his face at your teasing was obvious, but you could’ve sworn...maybe...just maybe he was smirking. Could you have possibly been able to make him smile?
“I should make you go sit with Amber.”
The smugness in his voice and the cocky smile that joined it instantly made whatever fun you were having come to a complete halt. Jungkook was so pleased with himself he had the audacity to shimmy his shoulders like he’d already won. The rolls had reversed. It was your eyes turn to throw daggers in his direction.
“Now who's the Indian giver.”
Even though he played up on what he felt like was a win, you could tell he was not as amused. His non-injured leg bounced to an incredible rhythm that he could only hear. Probably a furious count to a hundred to keep himself from saying anything else to continue your usual thrilling conversations. So when he handed over one earbud, and the iPod, but placed the other into his ear, it was fair to say it left you baffled.
You were waiting so long for him to give an explanation, but all he did was continue to stare at you. It was starting to make your pulse race again. Why did he constantly have to feel so intense? Everything about him. Not even his current state made him seem any less notable. It just didn’t seem fair.
It wasn’t until he cleared his throat did you realize you’d been staring. For god knows how damn long.
“You gonna play something or not?” he asked.
His hand motioned towards the music while his fingers adjusted the earbud he’d kept.
“I’m so confused.”
“You look it,” he retorted, causing your earlier thoughts to remember, although handsome, he was an incredible pain in the ass.
“Ten seconds ago you complained about my music. Now you want me to play it for you.”
Jungkook turned his gaze away, his body relaxing back against the hard foam of the seat. His eyes still cast outside the window as if he was trying to find some way to escape.
“Either I can spend the next couple hours listening to you talk, or “try” out some new music. If I have a choice, I’ll pick the music please and thank you.”
Oh, how you wish you could’ve shoved him out that tiny window. But as much as you hated to admit it, Jungkook was right. Music was the only reasonable escape from possibly having either of you commit murder.
It was your turn to try and get comfortable. This time your thumb scanning down the list of artists until your eyes caught sight of one he’d mentioned. Without giving him warning you pressed play. The haunting melody of Joji’s “Dancing in the Dark,” flooded the earbuds. His voice melancholic as he began to sing a sad tale of not wanting to be the hidden second option.
The song choice was enough to finally get Jungkook to look back at you. Somehow already having enough with the song choice before it’d barely even reached the chorus.
“Just listen.”
It was the only advice you could give him, and hopefully the reassurance you’d tried to ease into your tone was enough. Whether it was or not, by the time the chorus began he seemingly relaxed again into the seat. His arms moving to cross lazily against his chest. He seemed to actually be taking in the song while he watched out the window. The passing of the steel and concrete that was Seoul into the rural areas of green and forest.
The music itself was calming. It was enough to let yourself fully relax back against it and close your eyes. With your eyes closed you could easily fade out the sounds of the sporadic conversations on the bus. Even though you only had one ear bud, all you needed was to concentrate on the music to drown out the world.
It took a few seconds for you to be pulled into a Joji’s song about terrible longing and being left behind by a lover. I mean, you didn’t really know too much about the latter, but hey, a girl could daydream. His voice was seconds away from heading into the second verse of the chorus, when you heard the sound of the melody being lightly sung beside you.
The voice was beautiful. The most startling part, not the fact of its softness, or the way it swelled in perfect harmony with the song, was that it came from Jungkook. Your eyes flung open with your head snapping to gaze at his serene expression. He continued to face the window, daylight playing along the profile of his face, and his gentle voice singing perfectly in tune.
It wasn’t loud enough that anyone else could’ve heard it over the dozens of bursting conversations being spoken throughout the bus. That the only conclusion you could come up with to why he would be singing at all. He thought no one would be able to pay attention. You probably would’ve stayed gawking at him if his eyes fluttering open didn’t send you crashing back against the seat and clutching your eyes shut. You needed to pretend you hadn’t noticed. Or else he would stop. He would hide this part of himself that showed he was more than what he tried to portray.
You didn’t have to open your eyes to know he was glancing in your direction. To see his eyes gaze over you with suspicion before settling back and listening to the next track. Khalid’s intro of “Talk,” beginning to play into your earbud.
You spent the rest of the trip staying beside him, close as you could get without looking creepy, just to hear him gently sing. He breathed a gentle version of each one he knew, or came to like, and made it his own. Even being a few times were his nerves got the better of him. His voice rising ever slightly when he drew too deep into the song. He would quiet after each outburst, but to your pleasure Jungkook would start back up moments later.
After all the bickering, you could definitely say the trade was worth it. You were so taken with listening to him that when the bus came to a stop, you didn’t realize it until your earbud was yanked from your ears. Your eyes heavy from sleep fluttered open and closed a few times before they focused on Jungkook’s face.
“Ya, didn’t you hear them call us off the bus?”
Your response came in the form of slow blinks and a mouth half-hung open. You wished more for a nap than going out to explore a farm, but your limbs were screaming to be stretched. You went to answer him when, instead, Jungkook grabbed his bag, cane, and started to try and scoot over you.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”
“Trying to get by! So excuse me!”
His backside rubbed against your arms and, to your horror, your chest. Without thinking, your hand lashed out to smack across his bottom causing both of you to go as still as the dead. Your heart was thundering as you looked at your hand like it’d just finished committing murder. Maybe it had. But the only person it’d murdered was you with your eyes roaming up to see a shocked Jungkook gawking down at you over his shoulder.
“Did you really just smack my ass.”
“It was an accident!”
“An accident?” He questioned.
“Self-defense!”
Jungkook tried to hide the amusement your no doubt panicking was causing him. His mouth struggling to keep the frown that was tilting ever so slightly at the top of his lips.
“If anything needed to be defended, it was my honor. Over here just smacking people’s ass’s without a warning.”
You knew by now your face looked like a fire hydrant.
“Self-defense from you dragging your ass all over me! I’m not a seat, ya know.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
This time Jungkook didn’t try to hide his smile. To your surprise, it wasn’t a malicious one that showed he enjoyed your embarrassment. No. This one decorated his face in something softer that made your heart thunder to a different rhythm entirely.
“Oh, look you guys. Shit Stain and The Cripple are flirting.”
Amber’s grating voice was one you’d grown painstakingly accustomed too. The sinister way she spoke impossibly loud just so everyone was forced to hear her. Whether they wanted to or not. You were used to her coldness and the constant way she harassed you. What you weren’t so used to, was having Jungkook as part of the punchline.
Immediately, you felt his legs tense where they touched you. The muscles ramrod straight and flexing under the skin. The lighthearted tone you’d heard seconds before in your banter was now replaced with an aloofness that made you stiffen in your seat. Jungkook’s jaw held tight as he regarded Amber as if she were no more than a pest buzzing at his ear.
“Ya, fix your nose before you bother talking to me. I can see half the planet up there.”
Amber’s eyes flashed hellfire as she glowered over her shoulders to stop the giggling that ensued. When all grew quiet enough to where she felt like she would be heard, a harsh smile spread her lips. Her legs began to take a step to move away from the two peasants who’d held enough of her attention.
“Whatever, Cripple. Try not to get your stick in any holes.”
She was passing the front of your shared seat when, suddenly, Amber’s legs gave way. A tumbling mess of shrieks, bleached hair, and her arms flapping rapidly a solid indication of her mysterious attempt at taking flight. The only thing that moved to catch her was her face. The minute the laughter began to bubble up inside you, you quickly placed a hand over your mouth. Least the she-devil hear it escape.
You took a second to inspect what could’ve possibly taken down the ice queen. Even when she wore ridiculously high heels, Amber walked with a grace you knew you’d never pull off. Not without looking like a newborn giraffe, that is. Glancing down you noticed Jungkook’s cane strategically placed right where her foot would’ve landed. The culprit in making Amber a freshly minted carpet on the bus’s floor. Somewhere on the bus you knew she was up from her tumble and huffing a few choice words. You were sure she knew, just like you did, that Jungkook was the one who’d done it. You paid no attention to her tantrum and kept a transfixed gaze on him.
He’d finished scooting the rest of the way to get to the middle of the bus and was situating his cane and shoulder bag. His hand suddenly reaching down into view and patiently waiting for you to take it.
“Come on, Y/N. Let’s go.”
You knew you looked like a fool. Your eyes mirroring the thousands of silent questions that threatened to make you ill. A part of you hoping he understood your dumbfounded look simply begged him to find some way to answer you. You’d stared starry-eyed up at him for so long you half expected the patience of Jungkook’s open hand to fall flat. Instead, he continued to surprise you. His gaze gentle, and hand openly waiting for you to take it when you were ready.
With eyes wide and mouth agape, your body rejected your stunned silence and placed a small hand in his. His own quickly enveloped yours perfectly and gave you the added support you needed to find stable footing beside him. Jungkook finally looked away from you to stare at the remaining goons.
The moment you stood beside him you became painfully aware of the noticeable height difference. Your gaze moving up inch-by-inch until your eyes were locked onto his face. The stubbornness of a hard set jaw and eyes that dared anyone to speak enough to make your heartbeat pick up in your chest. When he appeared to be finished making sure his presence was known, Jungkook’s eyes turned back to you. A silent request of reassurance to know you were alright making you answer with a quick nod.
Your cheeks blushed furiously as you struggled to look away from his gaze. No longer were you so worried about Amber; your mind trapped on a repeat of questions. Did Jungkook always smell like Calvin Klein cologne? Could it be considered weird how you felt undeniable comfort pressed up against him? Or really weird if in your head you suddenly imagined recreating this scene a million times later with you being braver beside him, instead of being the damsel in distress.
He didn’t seem at all perplexed with your case of sudden shyness. His strong legs pulling you both forward and past the horde of Amber and her lackeys without missing a step. His head held high while the other hand helped him keep his balance without using his cane. For the small world that was high school, Jungkook showed them he was still that once popular boy who was known for not taking shit from no one. A demi-god amongst mere mortals that were somehow honored by his presence.
And here you were. So close to the orbit of his sun and walking away unscathed.
Your train of rushing thoughts kept you from paying attention. It was something you soon were going to regret when he led you off the steps of the bus and onto the dirt road. Jungkook’s exit was obviously graceful while yours in comparison was a train wreck. Instead of your feet stepping off the last step and landing like a normal person, you lost your footing. Your clumsy feet sending you struggling to find a balance with the earth before you crash landed on the floor. Luckily, Jungkook’s back was there to catch you.
The momentum of your fall sent his feet skittering to correct you both before you fell into the dirt. A few choice cuss words leaving his lips and crimson flaring up on your cheeks to make the dance of falling even more entertaining. You could practically hear the cackling of the witches echoing out of the bus like a cave.
Jungkook made quick work of righting you both; his good leg furiously hoping to support the weak one. His cane dug into the earth a good inch to add some more stabilization. You let go of his hand and moved away from his side where you’d previously been planted. You weren’t worthy of being there. This boy who saw your distress and helped you. Only for you to ruin it in the process.
“Well that’s one way to ruin an exit,” he huffed.
He glanced in your direction and you could’ve sworn he was smiling. Or was that a smirk? Whatever it was, it was quickly washed away as his eyes took you in. “You okay?”
“I’m sorry!”
Your words rushed from your lips with your back snapping to bow a perfect ninety-degrees. Your hair a curtain to try and hide your embarrassment.
“Ugh...for what?”
“For bumping into you like that. I should’ve been paying attention.”
A soft laugh bounced from between his lips and you were willing to beat his face lit up like pure sunshine. You moved to stand upright just in time to see you were right. Jungkook was either oblivious to the way you were looking at him, or was simply unfazed. His shoulder hiking the backpack where it’d begun to fall as he adjusted himself to get ready to move to join the rest of the class up ahead.
“You did ruin one hell of a stylish exit.”
“I don’t know how stylish you can be stepping off of a school bus, but...thank you.”
The both of you locked eyes with one another. A large part of you hoped Jungkook was able to see the sincerity or at least hear it. Maybe he wasn’t that much of a pain in the ass after all. That soft smirk you’d grown accustomed to etched back on his lips as he took the first step towards your waiting classmates.
“No problem. Plus, I figured I owed you for letting me listen to your music.”
You felt your brow shoot up in mock surprise. Your legs falling into step beside him.
“I thought you said I had terrible taste.”
“I never said terrible,” Jungkook corrected. His eyes danced with a playfulness that lifted a smile to your lips
“You could’ve fooled me.”
“Well, it wasn’t the greatest, but thank you. I actually ended up liking most of it, at least.”
“Oh, what a sweet way of insulting my musical taste.”
“Hey! I said I liked most of it. It’s like a win-win. Kinda.”
You wanted to be snappy. Give him some more hell for always playing up on being a condescending moody jerk. In reality, walking next to Jungkook while the silence swelled around you without the awkward pressure; you knew that wasn’t all of him. He’d proven how sweet he could be at the memory of how easily you’d felt protected by a simple stretch of a hand. The look in his eyes while he waited for you to take his extended hand a plea to know you could trust him. Strangely, a part of you already felt like you could.
You snuck a look over in Jungkook’s direction, and felt a smile begin to sweep up the corners of your lips. It was a different, but nice, change to have someone come to your defense. Yeah, most of the time you wanted to throttle him for seeming like he could care less. In that moment, however, he cared enough to help. That had to mean something.
“You’re welcome.”
You hoped your words conveyed the gratitude you felt in that moment. Prayed that Jungkook could hear it. When he looked at you, you made sure to give him a quick smile before you looked away. Your eyes struggled not to look back at him; to tell him all the things that were racing through your head. It took every ounce of your will to stay focused on the group of classmates that were growing closer. Somewhere along the way, you’d hoped Jungkook would’ve replied with his usual smart ass remarks. It worried you how sad a small part of you felt at his silence.
Now, you worried maybe you were going a little nuts.
Instead, you came to the edge of the group in silence. Your ears struggling to grasp on to the middle of what your teacher gave out for instructions for the day.
So what if that insane part of you didn’t receive a smart ass remark in return for your gratitude. You were more than happy with the fact Jungkook stayed by your side. The close proximity just enough to convey what you were both feeling without unnecessary words.
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For the past hour the farmer -Kim Sejung - had shown the class around his vast property. The beginning of this magical tour starting with where he manufactured the tofu once it was fermented then sent down to be processed for packaging. He was a man who took immense pride in his work. The next room where the fermentation took place and, his overeager explanation, spelled out how devoted he was to his craft.
The whole entire backwards presentation was something your teacher decided became a chance for everyone to write down everything you’d been shown. A punishment you knew was coming when Kim Sejung lost half the class to their own conversations long before you’d hit the second part of his speech.
Now, anyone could be wondering why all of you were taking the longest stroll of your life out in the middle of the farm. A fair question you’d been asking yourself since you realized your shoes were completely covered in mud. You’d been trying to understand why this hadn’t been the first place Kim Sejung would’ve taken all of you. Your only guess being he just enjoyed showing the process backwards. Or maybe he was secretly a mastermind at torture. It was the only logical conclusion you could come up with at having the entire class now out in the muddy acres of his farm.
And sure, maybe your attention was being sent over your shoulder every five seconds. A certain boy with exhaustion creased in his brow making it harder for you to ignore. You were looking back so often you felt like you’d end up with whiplash at any minute. Really, it was all Jungkook’ fault for causing you to worry; becoming painfully aware with each glance at Jungkook’s struggling frame.
How Sejung -, or anyone else for that matter, hadn’t noticed he was falling further behind the group with every step left you completely perplexed. You’d gave up listening to whatever the farmer or teacher talked about or what questions they were throwing around. You could bet it had to do about soil.
If everyone else could ignore him why couldn’t you? It’s not that you hadn’t tried, cause of course you’d done exactly that. Your bottom lip now held a semi-permanent indent from your teeth. Whenever you felt that tick in your neck to look back to check on him: you bit down. When you felt like drawing attention to him by saying something: you bit down. A part of you willing to bet Jungkook would never forgive you if you did.
Your solution? It was ingenious, really.
You fell back behind every classmate. Patiently, you waited for everyone to pass you up. Your feet dragging in the muddy dirt until you were sure no one would notice when you inevitably stopped.
With a soft count of three under your breath, you came to a halt at the back of the group. Your small count continued for another round before you were comfortable with the distance it’d placed between the group, Jungkook, and yourself.
You let out a huff of satisfaction as you turned around to give Jungkook your complete attention. Your neck thanking you for the small favor. What you found, however, greeting you was far from what you’d hoped to find.
Jungkook’s current location became a solid five feet behind the group. His feet finally coming to the large puddle of mud that you and the class had easily maneuvered Jungkook had not. His struggle coming to a standstill at the muddy puddles edge. Jungkook’s face etched itself in harsh determination to no doubt allow him from moving forward. You told yourself you would stay back and wait for him.
Just wait, You kept telling yourself over and over. A broken record having nothing on what you felt capable of standing there. Your pulse bonding in your veins and feet bouncing with anxiety as he assessed his options. All you were supposed to do was hang back to walk with him. That was it. You weren’t his nanny. You knew how he felt about being pitied, and yet, when he took his first tentative step out into the mud and his cane sunk deep and his bad leg followed suit, your feet deceived you.
It appeared Mother Nature had her own way of pushing you past your reserved good intentions. Your feet sprinted forward fast enough that you were embarrassed at their quickness. The expected movement bringing Jungkook’s frustrated gaze up from his current dilemma to you.
“What are you doing here, Y/N?”
The annoyance held in his question didn’t go unnoticed by you. If it was you in his position, you’d be annoyed seeing you standing there too and not offering to help.
“I came to help you.”
The words just streamed out with your running thoughts. Your feet willing to move forward back into the mud to help him. Jungkook noticeably began to struggle to remove his foot that submerged quickly underneath.
“I didn’t ask for your help.”
“You didn’t have too, Jungkook. I want to help.”
“Let me rephrase myself.” His irritation was pure fire in his eyes as his words hurled in your direction. “I didn’t ask for it and I don’t want it.”
You wish you could say you handled his dismissal with grace. That you understood he was only being a jerk because he was embarrassed and angry at his current predicament. You really wanted to be that bigger person. Well...that most definitely wasn’t what happened.
Your eyes narrowed in on him. Your previous desire to help evaporated as you watched his leg sink deeper. His other foot soon joined the first in a poorly calculated attempt to release the other. Your arms crossed over your chest as you took in the scene before you.
“Well, Jungkook, I’m not sure if you noticed but you’re slowly heading towards being buried under that mud.”
“Thank you for that astute observation. Anything else you’d like to add?”
“Why are you being such an asshole?!” you snapped.
Your arms came loose down at your side and turned to clenched fists. You weren’t exactly sure what you expected his reaction to be. You knew Jungkook held a hatred for being pitied. Hell, you would too if it was the other way around. You knew he wasn’t helpless, but you also knew he couldn’t do everything alone. No one could. So what was so wrong with offering to help him?
You weren’t sure how you looked. Maybe crazy? Or did the desperation of not knowing how to handle the situation have you appear sad? Whatever it was Jungkook saw, it was enough to look away. His eyes dropping down to his covered feet.
The space between the two of you swelled with tension. His hair perfectly covering his face, and kept you from being able to steal any glance. It was enough to make you unsure if you should prepare yourself for a verbal battle with him or if you should simply walk away. What if you’d made a mistake thinking Jungkook would want to be bothered at all with help. Especially from you.
“God, this is embarrassing.”
His words were so light you weren’t sure at first if he’d spoken. A part of you wondering if you’d made up the sound of his voice as Jungkook’s face continued to be hidden by layers of hair. But, lord help you, you knew you weren’t imagining things. The sound of his voice is something you’d come to recognize with ease. You knew without a doubt it most definitely was him. And the sadness that reverberated from his words made your anger dissipate instantly.
“What?”
Could you have picked a stupider response? When Jungkook lifted his head up to look at you, you knew he silently agreed.
“It’s embarrassing!” His hands motioned to take in his current predicament. The hurt shown on his proud features made your heart ache to comfort him. “How pitiful can I get? It’s so damn frustrating! The cripple unable to get himself out of some stupid mud.”
“Jungkook, you are literally the least pitiful person I’ve ever met.”
“And yet, it doesn’t make me any less stuck.”
You took a step forward and began to try and edge around what you could of the puddle. You knew there was no way you weren’t getting more mud on your shoes, but the purpose was worth it.
“Why didn’t you just go around it?” Your question earned you a dead stare. One that reminded you of your mother when she felt like you’d asked the silliest question. You held your hands up in surrender and said, “Hey. It’s a fair question.”
“If I just go around it, it proves that I can’t do the simplest thing, Y/N. It proves…”
“That you aren’t like everybody else,” you finished for him.
You could’ve kicked yourself. How could you not have noticed it sooner. Jungkook just wanted to prove to himself that he could still do things like he did before his accident. Because even though he showed people bringing up his disability didn’t bother him, it did. He still hadn’t come to terms with what happened, and believed the current state of his leg deemed him less worthy.
He looked away from whatever he saw in your eyes. His own fighting not to show the sadness that threatened to spill down his cheeks.
“You aren’t like everyone else, Jungkook.” Your words tore his head back in your direction. His shoulders quickly squared up to take whatever verbal blow you were about to hurl in his direction. You were happy to convince him otherwise.
“You don’t need to prove anything to a single person. Yeah, you aren’t a hundred percent who you used to be, but it doesn’t make you any less you. You aren’t defined by a damn leg and if another human being does treat you differently because of it: fuck’em. Now, get your shit together and hand me the end of your cane.”
The both of you stared at one another for what felt like an eternity. Jungkook’s face unreadable as his eyes took you in making you squirm just the slightest bit. Whether he was looking for a hint that you were deceiving him; that something hurtful laid underneath, he wouldn’t find it. You made sure with your hand this time open and waiting for him, that he could see just how much you meant what you said.
After what felt like a baby size eternity, Jungkook answered you in a way you’d grown to expect. In one swift motion, he picked his cane out from the mud and placed it, dirty end first into your waiting hand. Your face scrunched up in disgust, as the leftover mud squished between your fingers. The action enough to break the coldness of Jungkook’s blank expression into the smirk that was all too familiar.
“Oh my god! You would do that.”
The amusement on his face was enough to tell you he’d most definitely done it on purpose. Of course, you’d already known that. You didn’t need his raised eyebrow or that devilish smirk to inform you of that.
“Oh, so you think you know me now.”
“I know enough to know, without a doubt, this is something you’d do. Brat.”
You saved the last word for good measure and it was met with a bark of surprise laughter. His reaction was not something you’d expected, but a welcomed one as his face instantly lit up brighter than you’d ever seen. Jungkook’s laughter and smile was genuine and good god, was it breathtakingly adorable.
Who knew calling him a brat led to so many heart stopping possibilities? Like no longer having a permanent scowl.
“Alright smart ass, how about we settle this for when I’m not stuck in the mud.”
“You got yourself a deal. Only if you stop pouting.”
“I was not pouting!”
It was your turn to laugh wholeheartedly while your other hand moved to secure itself to his cane. There was no way you’d be letting it slip free from you. Mud or no mud.
“Tomato potato: pouting is pouting.”
Jungkook’s head tilted to the side. His brain noticeably trying to comprehend what it was you just said.
“That makes absolutely no sense.”
“It makes perfect sense, Jungkook now grab a hold of yo-“
Honestly, you should’ve seen this coming. He’d already given you a muddy end of a cane. It was the perfect foreshadowing moment that was leading up to this, and yet, somehow you were surprised when he pulled with full force. You figured he was strong - not freakishly. Not enough to send you flying face first toward the large mud puddle with the sound of a squeaking bird of surprise that you could only assume was yourself.
The only thing that kept you from going face first was a split second decision to ruin just the lower half of your outfit.
The impact with the mud was squishy and came with the weirdest sound effects that reminded you of pushing your hand into a container of slim. God, was it squishy. An immediate, “Ewww,” dragging out from your lips as your hands lifted up from where they’d been buried. Your eyes taking in the full extent of your lower half now resembles the Swamp Thing.
Jungkook’s laughter brought you back to reality and flinging what was left of the mud on your hands in his direction. It only earned you another bark of laughter.
“What in the hell was that for?!”
“Now whose pouting?” He teased.
You wanted to hit him but you knew you couldn’t reach. So you settled for flinging another round of mud.
“Are you kidding me? You pulled me in here cause I said you were pouting!”
“Yup.”
“Unbelievable. You’re a child.”
“I thought you said brat?”
“That too! Ugh! Jungkook! You’re such a pain in the ass. I’m not helping you anymore.”
You moved to try and pull up one leg and found it way more difficult than you’d imagined. Seriously, was this shit superglue? No matter how many times you struggled to pull up either leg it wouldn’t budge; producing an agitated groan to seep from your body.
You wanted to murder him.
When you glanced up at him at least Jungkook had the decency to appear worried.
“Do you need help? I didn’t think it’d be so hard for you to pull yourself up.”
“Oh, so you’re worried about me not being able to pull myself up, but not about me covered in mud.”
The shrug Jungkook gave as an answer made you want to throttle him. You wanted to tell him to shove his help up his ass. Realistically, however, you knew there was no way you were getting unstuck without getting dirtier from crawling around. For a second time, his hand appeared, like magic, in front of you.
Your eyes trailed up his hand to that devilish grin of his and found your earlier agitation disintegrate. What you hated the most, was how his eyes lit up to match his smile. This warm version of Jungkook wasn’t someone you were used to. You’d seen the cocky jock who knew he was good at everything. Experienced the real asshole Jungkook that made you want to rip out chunks of hair. But this side of him...was worth a heartache or two.
Without another thought you reached out and took his hand and allowed him to start lifting you up. It wasn’t until you were half way you came up with your own plan. A devilish grin of your own spreading your lips wide as the idea grew into something worth doing .
Jungkook had a moment to be confused before your free hand shot out and took fierce hold of his forearm. You made sure it was locked in place before your body went completely limp, and sent his body into an unbalanced mess.
“The fu-!”
Jungkook’s descent, at first, made you feel like you’d accomplished a victory. One you didn’t get to relish in for long. Jungkook may not have been able to finish his earlier sentence, but you easily made up for it. A softened, “Fuck!” came pressed from your chest as he landed sideways on top of you. The angle reminded you of an awkward pair of scissors: if one part of the scissors was ridiculously muscled for a student.
You’d had little time to move your hands up to brace yourself against his weight. The air from your lungs whooshing out in laughter with your body struggling to recover from underneath him. And no, no you weren’t painfully aware that your hands could feel every well lined muscle under the fabric of his t-shirt. And no, you were not blushing. Not even a little.
You were sure when Jungkook lifted his head up to look in your direction, he’d see the sinful glee you took in your awkward positioning. Instead, your lungs erupted into laughter. One side of his face perfectly smeared with mud making one eye remain closed and his right doing most of the work. He looked ridiculous...and cute.
“You think this is funny?”
“I think-I think it’s the best thing I’m going to see all day.”
It took a few tries to speak through your laughter, but when you finally got the words out you couldn’t have been more proud. Jungkook on the other hand, seemed to struggle to keep the annoyance on his face. The first sign of a smile cracking into the mud that began to dry on his face.
Jungkook moved to prop himself up - the action giving you the room you needed to wiggle out from underneath him. You were about to call it a success, a retort to an unspoken comment he’d yet to make. All of it came crashing down, however, when Jungkook’s mud covered hand rose from the depths and placed a long streak down your nose with his thumb giving an artistic sweep across your cheek.
The marks he gave reminded you of those old western movies you’d seen. Warpaint covered faces of men getting ready to square off to defend their home from invaders. The thought seemed to match perfectly with the beat of your heart thundering like a drum inside your chest.
It wasn’t just because Jungkook touched you - on purpose - in a playful way. It had nothing to do with the fact his muddy hand was currently resting against your cheek. Or from the denial that it brought out a spark of mischievous happiness to ignite inside you as your mouth fell open to expose the sound of laughter. No, your heart pounded against your chest purely for the look that passed behind chocolate eyes and the soft smile that followed close behind.
So, sure. In that instance it could’ve just been a plan old look. You weren’t a hundred percent sure it wasn’t more than just a look though, either. There was that one boy in first grade, however, who did give you an aggressive teeth-clacking peck on the lips during recess, but this was completely different.
And because you were so uncertain of what it all meant, your only reaction was to lift your hand up from beside you and slam it palm first against his face.
Jungkook’s face lit up in shock and you couldn’t stop the eruption of laughter that spilled from your lips. It was an immediate rush of joy at seeing his handsome face marked by your small muddy handprint that streaked itself across the plains of his face. Normally, you’d be mortified: waiting patiently to be scolded and made to feel small. Instead, the shock wore off his face in an instant. Jungkook’s eyes lighting up with childlike excitement as a giddy, “Oh yeah?” rushed between his lips.
You didn’t have a chance to wonder what he meant before he reached into the mud and brought up a snowball version of the earth.
“Oh, no you don’t!”
Your eyes went wide and frantic giggles exploded free as your body struggled in vain to get out from under him. The previous joy of being pinned by his weight dissipating when that large mud ball found its new home smeared on top of your head.
“Jungkook-ah!”
His own laughter rose up around you as your body began to move in earnest to get out from under him. When you finally realized it was pointless, another bright idea overtook you. If Jungkook noticed the renewed mischievous glint in your eye, he didn’t show it.
He continued to smile obliviously down at you until the two fist fulls of mud you’d taken in both hands came crashing down on top of his head. It didn’t matter that your face caught some of the aftermath: the face he made was priceless.
You didn’t get a chance to enjoy your tiny victory before the two of you were a mess of arms and limbs rolling feverishly around; the two of you playfully wrestling for dominance. The mixture of your laughter rising up until you weren’t sure where Jungkook’s ended and yours began. By the end of it, you were both resembling the pigs you’d seen earlier on the farm. Bodies fully covered in wet earth and lounging beside each other in exhaustion. Every few moments random fits of giggles overtaking the two of you until you realized you both needed to get back.
This time, instead of the two of you refusing help from the other, you eagerly took it. The both of you worked together to reach the edge of the mud pit and, without further incident, pulled each other out.
The walk back to the main barn was done in silence. In other circumstances, you would’ve been consumed with a need to fill it. The impending weight of anxiety would’ve flared across your skin until you would’ve blurted out anything. Small talk was never one of your strong suits, but a comfortable banter had somehow formed between the two of you. You knew if you started talking, Jungkook would respond. It was still a fifty-fifty on whether or not it would be a smart ass response or a real one, but a response nonetheless.
You didn’t try to start a conversation. You chose to enjoy the reassurance that he was beside you. Your mind running through what exactly just happened and how you both ended up looking like bad impression art. You’d spent so much time stealing glances in his direction that you could’ve sworn you caught him doing the same. But who were you kidding. No one had stolen glances at you since middle school, and that was only to steal the answers off tests.
There was no way Jeon Jungkook would be the one to break that trend. No matter how flattering the thought. So when you felt that knowable itch of being watched you found yourself surprised that Jungkook was indeed staring at you.
“Are you cold?”
Jungkook’s question jolted you from your train of thought and sent you reeling into another. He was closer to you now. Close like you’d been while sitting on the bus with your shoulders brushing with every movement. Every bump helplessly sending you lightly banging into the other.
On the bus you could easily play it off as something out of your control. But now? Now there was no good explanation that you could find to why Jungkook decided to walk so closely beside you. There was no way to explain away the way his gaze drew across your face like he’d save it to memory.
“Well I am covered in freezing mud water.”
You’d tried for sarcasm but your voice barely carried over a whisper. It made Jungkook’s head subconsciously dip lower just to hear you. The devilish smirk he was infamous for spread like wildfire across his lips.
“I would offer you my jacket, since it’s the gentlemanly thing to do, but you see some crazy person pushed me into the mud.”
A scoff escaped you as your hand playfully whipped out to slap his shoulder.
“Ya, Jungkook! You? A gentleman? That’s funny. What is also funny is the fact you got yourself stuck in the mud first. I just came to rescue you.”
“Rescue me?” He asked with an eyebrow coyly cocked.
“I’m like your knight in shining armor.”
A throaty laugh came from between his lips; sending his head back exposing his face to the sun. You were mesmerized watching him as the sun kissed down across his face and weren’t at all ashamed at being caught watching as he brought his attention back to you. A smile of your own growing to match the one he wore along with your mind fluttering in wonder of how he was even real.
“If you’re my knight, Y/N I’m in a lot of trouble.”
You feigned hurt but couldn’t hide the grin happily splayed on your face and, crazy thing was, you didn’t want to. It felt impossible that the two of you were so giddy with each other. A strange familiarity brewed heavily between you to the point it felt like the two of you joked like this for years.
Jungkook’s own smile enough to warm the chill that began to creep up your arms to expose goosebumps on your skin. The two of you fell into a shroud of companionable silence and continued to make your way back to the main entrance of the farm. Your heart skipping a helpless beat every time you feel Jungkook’s fingers graze across yours. Your mind hopelessly wanting to believe maybe, just maybe, he was tempted to reach out and hold it.
You came back to the main farm and found your teacher and classmates impatiently waiting. The immediate shock your teacher showed at your appearance seemed to grow more intense until he came storming over: hysterical at your current condition.
“What on earth have the two of you been doing?!”
“They’ve been rolling around with pigs.”
You knew that tart voice anywhere and wasn’t surprised it was Amber that spoke. What did surprise you was how much you didn’t care with Jungkook standing like an equally filthy calm current by your side.
“We’re sorry, seonsaegnim,” Jungkook began coolly with a bow. When he realized you were still standing a hand shot out to the back of your head to bring it down. You quickly slapped it away but kept yourself in a bow. “We got lost from the group and found ourselves stuck in a giant mud pit.”
“It seems to me like you were playing in it,” the farmer chuckled. “I could hose them off before they get back on the bus.”
His offer left heat rising to your cheeks. The sound of a sea of giggles making your stomach ache in embarrassment. You used the curtain of your hair to hide and hoped they’d come up with a different suggestion, but with a small shrug of his shoulder, Jungkook brought your heated attention back to him. A soft smile cracking the now dry handprint you’d left across his cheek.
It was ridiculous. You both looked ridiculous, and yet, he was still handsome. You probably looked like a troll.
“Hey Knight in shining armor,” he whispered. “It seems we get to take a bath together.”
The sun couldn’t be anywhere near as hot as your face felt. The heat spread from red cheeks and down your neck until the butterflies in your stomach were out of control. Jungkook knew what he had done. He could see it plainly on your face and he loved it.
You, on the other hand, wanted to hit him.
And just like divine intervention your teacher did it for you. His curled up pamphlet struck down on top of Jungkook’s head, but it only made his smile grow impossibly larger.
“Ya! I don’t think so! We’ll have you go one at a time to clean up. I’ll look for something for you both to change into.”
Jungkook went first to be hosed down. The farmer actually allowed him to have his privacy so he could get into his more...private areas in peace. The clothes that were found for both of you to wear were old gym clothes thrown in a box in the storage bay at the bottom of the bus. You imagined they must have been thrown there for a reason. The colors were sad and faded down to a color that resembled the mud you’d fallen in. An even sadder rim of yellow wrapped around the sleeves the only hope of color in the terrible outfit you were now forced to wear. At least it was warm with the added bonus Jungkook somehow ended up with the shortest shorts in the box.
After the two of you dried off and changed you were shepherded onto the bus. The place that held Amber and her minions now vacant due to the teacher demanding you sit exactly in the far back in their spot. He must have imagined it would be like putting two naughty kids in time out. The only effect it really had was giving you the chance to breathe and enjoy the solitude.
Jungkook dug around for your earbuds inside your bag. Finally finding the small container and lifting it open. His fingers pulling out the left and surprising you by placing it gently in your ear. Your face must have shown this but Jungkook paid you no mind. He was busy placing the other bud into his ear; flipping the case shut and throwing it back inside to forever be lost until you practically tipped out your bag to locate it again. Oh well. A problem for another time.
“Put on something for the ride home, Y/N. I trust you to be dj again.”
You wanted to tease him. To joke about putting on the YMCA or Macarena . The only thing that stopped you was the relaxed features of Jungkook’s face. The lazy way his neck rested back against the seat and his head languidly gazing in your direction. You tried to squish back all the butterflies that look gave you and a hushed, “Alright. Lady Marmalade it is,” embarrassingly came from between your lips.
Your eyes were too focused on your music list. You didn’t allow them to look as he chuckled beside you. The sound light and rough all at once - demanding you give it attention.
“Don’t make me regret it,” he joked.
You kept scrolling until you found Deans’ “D (Half Moon)”. The soft piano and tone of his voice quickly filled the ear buds and by the soft hum of the voice beside you, you knew you’d pick a good one.
You allowed yourself to relax beside him. Your right hand placing the playlist down between the two of you. Your body was so relaxed you didn’t think about moving your hand anywhere else. Your eyes falling comfortably closed as you continue to listen to the acoustics of the song and the even softer, and equally pleasurable, song of Jungkook singing along.
When his left hand found its way down beside yours, you didn’t question his reasoning. The music held between the two of you and maybe he wanted to change the playlist. You let your mind continue to think that even after his finger gingerly grazed yours and found a home beside them. Both of your hands stayed this way the entire ride back to campus. Neither of you moved to change positions; lost to the sounds of the melodies of the playlist.
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