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OFF-SCREEN | JJK
Pairing: Pro Streamer!Jungkook x Faceless Female!Reader
Genre: Streamer Au, Gamer Au, Social Media Au, Strangers to Lovers Au, Fluff, Smut, Angst
Word count: 18k
Synopsis:
Being a woman in the gaming industry is challenging, especially when all eyes are on you. What happens, though, when your biggest rival finds out that the well-known streamer who consistently wins games is not who people believe they are?
Or
You've spent your entire life pretending to be a guy online, so when one of the biggest steamers finds out, things get even more tricky.
A/n: This was a lot of fun to write! However, it is unmistakably very different and out of my comfort zone, I hope I did a good job. Feedback is much welcomed. Any words that are in bold are the start of new scenes!
Undercover
You can't recall the last time you signed in as a female character to play a video game. Just by slightly altering your voice, using a decent voice filter, your voice changed from your female one, to a guys one in seconds.
This has been your life for the past two years.
From 8 am to 5 pm, you were Y/n, a 19-year-old dropout who had a full-time job serving customers and selling snacks at a convenience shop down the road, living in a tiny studio apartment in the middle of Seoul. But at night, you changed into Borahae7, a well-known streamer who was a ace at every game she (he) played.
Without even being able to identify the exceptional gamer by face, people idolized you.
Borahae7
Yes, it wasn't exactly the most original of names. You came up with it when you were fifteen years old creating your first minecraft character. It had no meaningful meaning, no interesting narrative. You liked the colour purple, and 7 was your lucky number. That's it.
But let's get back to the crucial part: this brand-new game, Cypher, had just recently been released 3 months ago and was only now going viral. And you just so happened to be in the top tier of players right now due to your early discovery of the game.
You were the only streamer that people couldn't place a face to out of the other 4—one of whom was Koo97, a streamer who was well-known internationally for his crazy gaming skills and lets be honest, he was pretty handsome as well.
You were never a fan of the idea of a face cam. Its not like you lacked confidence, but more so that people would not be too pleased by the fact that a woman was able to play games this good.
Although you weren't personally affected, you saw that women always received a lot of hate simply for being just that, a woman. You were perplexed as to why women were unable to perform the same tasks as males. Because of this, youd decided to go undercover, as a guy.
Kook97
"Move left! Taehyung, to the fucking left!" Jungkook screamed into his mic the chat going wild at the highly tense match taking place in front of them.
In a game of Overwatch—Jungkooks speciality— it was him and Taehyung competing against two other less well-known streamers. It would be an understatement to say that Jungkook was the best Overwatch player; he became well-known for his incredible abilities in the game after all.
Jungkook, aka 'Kook97', was the biggest streamer on the platform to this day, having amassed a sizable viewership over the previous four years, he occupied the top spot on Twitch with more than 25 million subscribers. You, 'borahae7', followed him close behind, with just one million followers less than he did.
Taehyung shouted, flinging his controller into the wall, creating a small dent in it, "I'm trying damn-, but my controller- FUCK."
"Are you serious?!" Jungkook groaned, now engaged in a 1 against 2 match while focusing on one of the four screens that graced his gaming setup.
As Jungkook eventually managed to kill one of his opponents with a headshot, the chat was spewing consoling phrases. Eventually, he succeeded in killing the other, who was a little trickier to take out, and won the match.
"Fuck," Jungkook moaned, slumping back into his seat while feeling fatigued and even a little sweaty but after calming down a little, reading comments and thanking donations, Taehyung speaks up again after his brief outburst of rage earlier, "Well you did it again."
"Yeah"
Hashtags
"I don't know, I really just enjoy sitting home and-"
Hobi, your best friend of ten years, interrupts you, saying, "And playing your little shooting games."
You lower your head, he was right after all, so you couldn't disagree with him. Hobi was one of just two friends you had, and the only other person you lived with. Jennie was currently enrolled in a course of study in New Zealand. Despite the short flight time, she was still several hours away from you.
Hobi pours you another cup of tea as you sit in your room, enjoying the afternoon to its fullest, "You have to start going out and having fun girl."
With it being a Sunday, today was the only day of the week that you had a stream-free day. You wouldn't say you looked forward to the day, Sundays got boring when you had nothing to do besides sit and scroll on your phone or reading a book. Hobi usually went out, and although he always welcomed you along, you preferred to stay in and watch TV rather than go out and drink.
You sigh, sipping from your cup and giving your best friend puppy eyes as you say, "I have fun," adding, "Besides, I work an early shift on Mondays, you know I can't stay up late."
Hoseok sighs, wanting to say that you should quit your job cause you make enough money with your streams at this point anyway, but he gives in, letting you do what you think was best.
Shortly after your best friend turns to look at his phone, opening the bird app out of boredom, being met with a bunch of hashtags immediately.
#koo97xborahae7
#koohaecollab
"Uh, y/n, you might want to see this," Hobi mumbles, pointing the phone in your direction.
Animal Crossing
"Gamer123, I appreciate your $5 donation." Jungkook thanks the viewer, lately, a lot of his viewers have asked him to do a stream just playing Animal Crossing and create his own island, this provided Jungkook the chance to unwind a little and engage with his followers more. "Guys, I have to admit," Jungkook begins as he reclines in his chair and observes the chat spam of pointless emotes. "This game is more fun than I thought, it reminds me of The Sims or something," He says, gulping in his last bit of the energy drink, before folding his toned arms over his head.
"What did that say?" He quickly approaches the chat screen and scrolls up until he locates the comment he had earlier seen. "Borahae7's playing Animal Crossing too right now? Thats cool" He mumbles. Watching his chat freak out at the mention of you, he muses aloud, "I've never really talked to him." It's the first time he has ever acknowledged you.
"Wait, is there a way we can go to his island?" When he returns to the screen where the game was open, he looks for the Visit option and, when he does, he asks his chat for the name of your island.
He enthusiastically clicked on it when he finally located it, astounded by the effort you had gone into creating your island. While you appeared to have been playing for at least a few months by this point, he had only started playing today.
"Damn, Borahae has been rocking it. Let's try to make our island shine like this, too."
@ kookieee97 donated $2; you should stream with Borahae7 sometime. BTW, I love your streams. <3
As he puts the finishing touches on his garden, Jungkook grinned. "Thank you, kookie. You think I should?" He murmurs, turning to his right to the chat that was going crazy when your name was mentioned once more. He begins, "I feel like it's a good idea, actually. We don't hate one other, despite what many people have said on Twitter. The guy's incredible."
With his mind focused on getting your number, Jungkook asks around some of his streamer or youtuber friends, none of which have ever talked to you and if they have, it's only been for a couple for minutes. Turns out you're more of a lone streamer. Much to Jungkooks disgrace since he was looking forward to play with someone as good as him, sure Taehyung was above average in most games, but once Jungkook got used to his tactics it got boring. The last thing Jungkook thought about doing was hop into your chat and ask you himself.
"What's up?"
"Good game," you mutter, rolling your eyes at the stupid player who'd just spamm shot at you instead of actually playing the game right. "Okay, guys, I think that's it from me tonight. Sorry, this stream wasn't as long as usual, but I think I'm coming down with something. Anyway-"
"Huh?" You're surprised to see your chat go faster than usual, and looking for a while longer, you find the reason as to why; Kook97 was commenting in your chat.
🔷️Kook97: what's up
Iloveborahae: omgggg
Gamelover123: @ kook97 I love you!!😭
🔷️Kook97: our chats want us to stream together sometime
Goldenplayer: holy shitttt
Whalien: can you play minecraft?
🔷️Kook97: LMK when you're free?
Your eyes grow wide, and even though your chat can't see you, they sense hat you're as surprised as they are.
"Yes, sure, absolutely." You manage to speak while swallowing a massive lump of air. You glare at the chat again, but Jungkook had likely already left.
"Okay, guys, I guess we'll do something different next stream then- I-uh again, thank you for watching, and have a great weekend!"
Turning off the stream and voice filter you stare at your wall, "Oh my god" you let out a long breath, getting your phone out and opening twitter.
Grinning internally, you like some of the tweets from your primary account. This was amazing; Jungkook had been streaming for a lot longer than you had, and the fact that it was him who had reached out to invite you to collaborate was revolutionary in your eyes.
"Y/n did you-"
"Yes." You interrupt Hoseok, not looking up from your phone and clicking on Jungkooks profile. Deciding to quote message him over Twitter, your hands are shaking.
"What should I text him? 'Hey dude?'" You giggle shaking your head before deleting it again.
"Hobi you're a guy, what should I say?" Pouting you shove your phone into his hold.
"Maybe try this?" He says, typing away on your phone before handing it back to you.
"People are loving this," you smile, scrolling to read a few of the replies on your—hobis—tweet. "I also think that they'd love you regardless if they knew that you're actually a woman, but I'm not about to have this conversation with you again." Hoseok crosses his arms, and you just shrug. "I've been pretending for 2 years now, I can't just come out and say 'oh by the way, guys, I'm actually a girl!'"
"Actually, you could-" "shhh!" You place your finger in front of your mouth motioning for your best friend to shut up. "He just messaged me!!" You speak, completely fangirling over the fact that the Kook97 had messaged you.
f
Hello, again.
When you leave the house at 7:30 in the morning, the weather isn't exactly pleasant. As a result of last night's rain, it is cold and wet. You have until eight to get to the convenience store, which allows you time to refill some items and perhaps even see if Jungkook has replied to you on Discord. You'd asked him about details for tonights stream last night, sure that was the main reason, the other being that you wanted to talk to him...
There was no point in denying that Jungkook was a very attractive man. Anyone would fall for his charms, even you, who was a bit on the shy side.
You never played with any other streamers or friends, so you had to download Discord just to talk with Jungkook. You had to watch a 30-minute YouTube lesson to understand the basics of the app because there were so many options and things you could choose from.
While shivering, you move the jacket closer to your body and walk a little more quickly toward the store. You didn't listen to much dubstep or rb&b like the usual gamers you saw, instead the music in your ears was soothing and just the way you loved it.
After fumbling with the keys, you manage to open the door to the space you'll be spending the next eight hours in. "Damn this place smells," you mutter, opening a window and allowing the fresh—and bitterly cold—air to enter for a few minutes.
Though you were still stacking some goodies in the corner, there was a ding, signalling that a customer had entered the shop.
You didn't bother to look up.
"Is this place open yet?" The question was asked in a voice that you thought sounded familiar, but you ignored it and continued working on your task.
"Technically, yes, but please give me a moment to finish this-" As you turn to look up, it feels as though your breath has been sucked out of you as you come face to face with... Jungkook?
"W-what- I mean, how can I help you?" You stutter out in utter disbelief. To Jungkook, it just seemed like a normal encounter with someone who knew him, making him roll his eyes.
Sometimes, he wishes he'd never shown his face so he could go anywhere he wanted without being recognised and crowded immediately.
If only he knew what was really the reason behind your reaction.
You scan a couple of energy drinks and some chips are as you move behind the register; yes, these were obviously for his stream later on.
Watching him smile back at you, you say, "Have a good day," growing more eager to speak with him tonight.
"You found one that was open, right?" Jin, Jungkook's roommate, calls and asks. "Yes, they had even those weird avocado chips you like."
"They're not weird, they're healthy."
"whatever Hyung, I have to hang up now, have to drive, ." Jungkook hangs up the phone without giving it another thought. His expensive black Audi immediately turns on its neon lights, and you can hear lofi music playing in the background.
Given that Jungkook's work was primarily at night, he typically got to sleep in, so this wasn't exactly how he had anticipated spending his morning. It wasn't all that horrible, though, because the cashier at the store—you—was cute.
"How much do I owe you?" As Jungkook approaches their kitchen, Jin asks, the younger simply shaking his head and saying, "It's nothing, Hyung, just take them." As he walks to the fridge to store his drinks, Jungkook speaks.
"Sooo.." Jin starts, brows raised as he looks at his roommate. "Purple boy?"
“Purple boy?”
"You mean Borahae?", Kook asks the elder man with a bewildered gaze. Laughing, he exudes. More than that, Jin wasn't a gamer or streamer. So other than knowing you were famous, he'd no idea what kind of games you even played or were good at.
'방탄' (Bulletproof), One of Seoul's five-star restaurants employed Jin as their chef two years ago. Jungkook and him may be seen as being in affluence. However, they have been living together for five years and have known each other for fifteen. It would seem strange for one of them to suddenly move out
"Were streaming tonight; how did you know about it?" Jungkook asks "I thought you didn't give a damn about those kind of things." Jungkook tells Jin while sipping on some coffee he had before leaving. "You're once again kind of going viral, I read about it on Twitter."
"People are happy, but I'm a little worried that we won't get along", Jungkook chuckles.
"From what I've seen on twitter, you guys are getting along just fine," Jin scoffs as he makes his way back halfway to his room.
"Jungkook came to the store today." You casually mention to your roommate as you both eat dinner,
"Who?" correcting yourself, Hoseok looks at you with a curious brow up. You recite, "Kook97 visited the shop today," drawing a gasp from your best friend.
"The world is a small place, after all, huh?" Playing with your food, you say.
"Did he.. did he recognize you?"
"No he didnt" you roll your eyes "how would he? He just came to get some snacks for tonight I guess-"
For a second, there's a small silence between the both of you.
"I don't know, meeting him soon after the entire Twitter announcement stuff," Your heart beats quickly as you shrug. "Maybe I've watched too many rom-coms, but it feels like fate.-"
Hoseok interrupts, "Okay, hold up there, young lady, as much as I'd like that for you, he probably was just looking for a place to get his snacks," shattering your delusion. "You're probably right, I mean-."
"Since we both live in Seoul, the likelihood that we cross paths is fairly high."
"Exactly, maybe if you eventually exposed who you really are though." Hobi wiggles his brows, making you groan, "He would have fell for you right away, I mean, just look at you." He gestures for your body. "You're stunning,". You chuckle while shaking your head. "I love you,"
Game 1
"Okay, 2 coke zeros and a 1L bottle of water.." you hum, looking down at your set up for tonight, aka in 1 hour. "Oh snacks!" You almost forget. running to the kitchen, you grab a few grapes as well as some crackers you'd taken from the convenience store this morning. Oh, how you loved the employee discount.
"Alrighty, That's it" you speak to yourself, plopping down on your seat and sending Jungkook a quick "all set" message.
Since you've been streaming for two years, talking and commenting on games as you play them has probably become second nature to you. As a result, you weren't as nervous as you had been a few hours earlier. You even watched a few of Jungkook's stream redistributions to observe how he behaved towards other people. You wondered how his behaviour would betoward you. Would he also be shy? Would he talk most of the time and let you just play? You wanted to leave a positive impression without coming across as cocky or nosy. What on earth were you thinking? He would treat you like every other guy he has ever played with; it's not as if he knew you were a girl anyway.
Maybe you weren't so ready for tonight after all.
"Jin, you're the best, have I told you that before?" Jungkook grins, hands full of leftovers from Jins restaurant that he'd brought home. "You tell me every once in a while, sure I'd appreciate it if you said it more often, but -"
Jungkook rolls his eyes, walking into his gaming room and setting his food down on the table. He was all set now, and just as he sat down he got a text that you were too. Jungkook wondered how you'd act with him, would you be more talkative? Would you make fun of him for being an absolute noob at Cypher?
He was aware that you didn't talk much during your streams and that they were mostly for gamethrough interested viewers who didn't want to hear all the commentary. But every now and then, you'd switch to a more calming game, such as Sims 4 or Minecraft, where you would talk more openly with your chat about your life.
"What's up dude, glad it worked out" Jungkook speaks through his mic, his viewier number higher than ever due to your collab today. Even if he couldn't see, you nodded. "Yeah, dude, I'm glad too," you reply. You Internally cringe at yourself; perhaps you should have watched some "how to talk like a guy" videos or something because this was already going horribly. However, Jungkook shrugs it off and begins the game while chatting. Again speaking up, he says, "You're going to have to show me how to play first since I have no idea," gazing into the camera and grinning at the audience. "Sure, maybe we can go to easy mode and begin there?" It was embarrassing how much you were blushing. Calm the fuck down Y/n
Looking back for a second You glare at Hobi who was also In the room for—in his words—, moral support. He just gives you a thumbs up and waits for you to continue streaming as usual. This was your thing, you were good at streaming, why did it feel so strange today.
Its been around an hour now since you've been playing, and Jungkook seemed to have gotten a hold of it pretty quickly, but you were expecting that anyway, the guy was good at everything he did.
"All right, should we start some pvp right now?" You ask him while keeping a slight side-eye on your chat, where bets were already being placed on who will win. You smiled, being literally ready for a fight.
"Fuck fuck fuck" Jungkook was heard swearing as you beat him for the 4th time that night, he wasn't bad at all, having won against other players in the game already, but against you; he had no chance at all. "That was wild, dude," Jungkook compliments. "How much hp did you still have?" Jungkook sighs as he runs a hand through his untidy hair while guzzling an energy drink and relaxing in his seat. You speak up, shrugging your shoulders as if he could see anyway, and also get yourself a drink. "Uh, I think around 40%, so you definitely almost got me," you say. "It was fun playing with you, I think I'll leave it at that and turn the stream off. Good game, brother."
"Yeah you too, keep practicing and maybe you'll actually become a challenge for me" you cockily reply without any malicious intent but more to rile him up some before hanging up the discord call. "Well guys, this was very fun, I guess we'll see each other tomorrow, have a great night's sleep and-" you stop to look down at your phone, having gotten a text from Jungkook.
"-and don't stay up too late"
Opening the message you read—
Kook97; nice game again, we should do this more often, maybe invite Taehyung too sometime
You; Taehyung?
Kook97; oh sorry, I meant Vante
You; oh! Yes, sure, I'm down
"Yeah you too, keep practicing and maybe you'll actually become a challenge for me" Jungkook hears you say before hanging up, a small chuckle leaving his lips. "Well you heard it yourselves guys, this definitely wasn't the last time we played against Borahae, let's work hard!" And With a click of a button he was offline.
"Fuck" Jungkook laughs again, taking out his phone and texting you.
We meet again
Once again, Jungkook finds himself at the convenience store you worked at. He'd been here on Tuesday as well, but it turns out you don't work on Tuesdays cause he didn't spot you. So he tried his luck on Wednesday— today.
Again, it was around 8:30 when he walked into the small but pretty—thanks to you— organised store.
Spotting you at the snack isle, he smiled under his face mask before approaching you.
Jungkook has never been a shy person. He knew he looked good, and he also knew that people were attracted to him, so it wasn't hard for him to just plainly ask people out. As he stood a few inches away from you, he cleared his throat.
"Hey so- I don't know if you remember me from Monday morning but I thought you were really cute and I wanted to ask if I could give you my number" planting a smirk on his face Jungkook waited for your answer—one that never came. Quirking a brow, he taps your shoulder, making you jump up in shock. "Oh my fucking g- what the hell" you yell, turning around to look up at an equally scared looking Jungkook. "I'm sorry uh-" he scratches the back of his head "I - if I knew you were wearing headphones, I wouldn't have done that," he apologised, giving you a small smile. You shake your head "No im actually - I shouldn't be wearing these anyway," you point at your headphones, "but usually there aren't many people around, so I play some music while I work." You explain.
"So, what is it that you wanted" you ask him, turning to face him completely now. Jungkook shakes his head smiling again "I wanna give you my number, I think you're pretty cute and you know, maybe we could go on a date sometime-" he starts "if you want to of course!" He corrects himself leaning against the wall and waiting for an answer.
There's no way
No way in fucking he'll, oh my god
"You wanna give me your number?" You repeat his question, a small blush forming on your cheeks as you look down shyly. "Yeah," Jungkooks smirk grows wider and wider by every second that passes. "You don't have to -" "No, wait, here, type it in." You hush him and hold your phone out for him to start typing.
..Hi?
You're not necessarily avoiding Jungkook, but you're not about to text him either. He'd given you his number for a reason; he wanted you to make the first step when you were comfortable. He was a gentleman. You had to give him that. The more you thought about texting him, the worse your anxiety got. What should you even say?
"Hey its Y/n from the convenience store?" Or "whats up?" God, everything sounded so wrong. The last time you had seriously dated someone, it ended horribly.
But considering that Jungkook was totally different from your ex, you decide to open the empty chat and type out a text.
Given that you had already spoken with Jungkook before, it surprised you to learn how simple it was to talk to him, but of course, he didn't know that the two of you had spoken before.
In addition to his passion for video games, he also mentioned that he shared an apartment with a friend hed known for more than 15 years.
Though you presume it was because he had unpleasant interactions with girls who were just after his popularity and money, he never revealed to you that he was a well-known streamer. You felt hurt by his likely explanation for the situation and by the fact that he appeared to be somewhat deceiving you. However, weren't you lying to him too? Not telling him something very important? You sigh and put your phone away without waiting for him to respond to your most recent message, which only provided a response to his earlier question.
In addition to being worn out by the day you had, you were also worn out from the lie that had once kept you safe but was now steadily ruining your life.
Deal
There's still lingering tension between you and Hobi when you enter your home. The small disagreement you two had this morning was still not talked out.
It's about the same topic as always, your Internet persona and how—in hobis words—It will ultimately sabotage your friendships and any success you may have. Of course, he was right, but you just didn't want to confess that you were wrong for following your heart and being hidden from the outside world.
You don't want to make things more complicated than they already are, you're far too deep into the lie that you call your job.
It's just not something worth ruining your career for.
Friendships come and go but this job is your life, without gaming, without streaming, you're... nothing.
You'll eventually find the right time to confess your truth to your fans, but the right time just wasn't right now, you barely talked in your streams anyway, you didn't even show your face goddammit. It just wasn't the right time. Yet...
The tougher part, though, was eventually confessing to Jungkook. You didn't know what would become of you and maybe you were just looking too deep into it, but somewhere in your heart, head and body you felt like it was destiny that your Internet persona and your real life persona met Jungkook at the same time.
Your thoughts are interrupted by Hoseok walking in and setting the grocery bags down.
You're not blind. You could tell he was still bitter about this morning, so you decided to take it upon yourself and apologise.
"You know.." you start hesitantly,
"I've thought about our conversation earlier, and i think,-"
"I think once I've figured things out for myself, once I'm confident about what is right and wrong. Then I'll tell everyone, I'll show my face and-"
Hoseok laughs lightly, but his voice remains soft, showing he means no harm. "You don't have to do all that Y/n."
"Worry is a human emotion. Don't let me come in the way of your career, be yourself and do what you think is right. I'll support you regardless."
"Are you serious?" You whisper, walking towards him. "Dead serious, but-" he pauses, making you look up at him. "Promise me that if you end up dating him, you'll at least tell him about your little lie"
You squeak, hugging him tightly "deal"
A date?
"Fuck man this game is fucking rigged how is it that I get killed by the same guy for the third fucking time" Jungkook screams at the screen which was showing "game over" for the umpteenth this stream. "Maybe you're just ass at this game" Taehyung laughs at the other end of the call, making Jungkook even more angry "fuck off Taehyung, at least I got over lvl 10."
The chat spamms useless emotes at his loss, and Jungkook groans in frustration. "I'm ending the stream guys, today's not my day" and with that Kook97 was offline.
"Man" you mumble, having been watching—totally not stalking— Jungkooks stream.
Humming a random tune, you turn off your ipad and roll on your back grabbing your phone and clicking on Instagram when you suddenly get a message, by who would have thought, Jungkook.
Kook🐰: It can be whatever you want it to be ;)
You stop to think for a second, Hoseok was out on a date, so what was stopping you from doing the same?
Lying flat against your bed, your mind spins into a thousand different directions. You should probably get dressed, put on some makeup and perfume, as well as clean your room.
But you just lay there and think.
Maybe Jungkook, knowing who you really were was better, you could bond over different video games and laugh at weird hints you've read in your chat. Maybe even stream together again, or just play games by yourselves without people watching. It all sounded so.. Nice.
Your thoughts go back to hobis words, he was right, it was better for you to speak your truth before it was too late.
Before someone got hurt
The ringing of your doorbell snaps you out of your thoughts, and like second nature, you walk up and open the door for Jungkook.
Fuck
He looked amazing, even more than he did on stream earlier. His long locks fell all around his face, and his glasses made his eyes pop out even more. He was wearing a black sweater with some loose navy blue slacks that ended just where his boots hugged around his ankles.
It was 11pm, and the randomness of the date made it even more exciting.
"Hey"
"Hi" you whisper, clearing your throat and letting him walk in. Your heart was beating so fast you feared he could hear how nervous you were.
"I- um- the foods supposed to come any minute now." You start the conversation, hoping the night was not gonna end up in awkwardness, destroying your illusion of a perfect relationship with him.
.
"Fuck off oh my god that was so uncalled for!" You yell, falling on your back laughing. Jungkook does the same moments after, trying to catch his breath as the music of Mario cart still plays in the background. Nearly two hours have passed since Jungkook arrived, and those were the nicest two hours you've ever spent with a man.
He kept smiling turning to face you as you lay next to him on the floor in the living room "I told you I was good at Mario cart."
You pause to giggle, "Yeah but—I thought you were just being cocky!" After hitting his arm, you turn to face him from next to him. Your eyes briefly lock, but the moment was quickly ruined by Hoseok returning from his date.
"Y/n did you leave the lights in the livingroom on again-" Hoseok stops in his tracks as he catches a glimpse of the scene in front of him—you and Jungkook laying closely next to each other while the Mario cart theme song played on the TV.
"Sorry, nevermind." He turns on his heels about to leave when you call after him. "No, hold on, um, this is Jungkook," you point at Jungkook smiling.
"Jungkook, this is Hobi, my roommate." Hoseok gives the younger male a wave before glancing at you with a gaze that said, 'Are you serious?'. You laugh it off awkwardly and stand up to your feet, pizza cardboards spread around the floor, but you'd take care of those later.
"Alright, you two have fun, I'm taking a shower and then going to bed, don't be too loud"
You nod and watch your roommate enter his room before meeting Jungkook's eyes. You chuckle, settling back down on the couch, "I guess his date didn't go so well."
"One more round? Winner gets-" You pause for a moment,
"a kiss?" You flush as Jungkook interrupts. "Okay..."
The minute Jungkook passed the finish line with his Mario character, he grinned at you. Your cheeks flushed as you leaned back slightly, hesitant to initiate what you knew would likely be the best kiss ever. Turns out the two of you were closer than you'd thought, sending shivers down your spine. "We don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable," he says, gently reaching for your cheek. You sigh, releasing his hand from your cheek without looking up at him. "I don't know what I want, to be honest," you say. Waiting for you to meet his eyes, "That's alright, we don't have to do anything you don't want to." He says, softly smiling at you. "You don't understand, I really want to kiss you right now but-"
"But it's too soon, I get it, don't worry." He finished for you.
The subsequent stillness wasn't quite comfortable, and as you sigh and think, "It's late, maybe we should," you start, standing up and readjusting your shirt.
"Yeah, I'll go now. I have to wake up early in the morning so I won't miss your shift." He winks.
"My shift?" You teasingly inquire while beaming up at him. "Yeah, I want to see you again as soon as possible."
And that's exactly how it continued for two weeks. Even though he receives sponsorships from numerous energy drink and snack brands, Jungkook would stop by between 8 and 9 and buy unnecessary stuff. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't even bother to spend money.
"I'm getting concerned about how much energy drinks you're drinking Kook" you smile as you scan the drink and give it back to him. "That would be 1.80$"
"Here you go young lady" he winks teasingly, enjoying the way your cheeks blushed at this early hour. "I would also like to invite you to a date at, say, my place tonight?" He quirks a brow, smile already forming on his lips when you nod. "I'd like that."
Oh, Hoseok wasn't gonna be happy. You and him both knew that you liked Jungkook a little bit more than you'd like to admit. The time of telling him the truth was coming closer and closer.
You would have been having your fourth mental breakdown of the day today if your best friend hadn't been there to calm you down. Your stream tonight had been canceled due to the date, and you were currently trying to determine what to wear as your clothes piled up on your bed.
"This one's too outgoing, it's giving 5 star restaurant" Hobi commented as he analized the dress in your hands.
"Well this is the last one I've got, there are no more dresses left to try on" you point at your dresser that was, indeed, very empty now.
"Did he tell you what he was planning on doing? Are you guys having dinner? Or... doing something else?" He says the last sentence with a raised brow, making you blush. The thought of sleeping with Jungkook hadn't really occurred to you much. Sure, you've thought about it, but it's not like you were eager to jump on his dick.
"We haven't done that kind of stuff yet.." you confess, dropping down on the bed next to your best friend and sighing. "Doesn't he want to?" Hobi asks, placing a hand on your back. Shaking your head, you say "no".
"I'm sure he wants to, but we're sort of taking it slow" Looking up at Hobi you crack a smile. "Who knows maybe tonight's the night"
"Oh, but then you need to wear something sexy, let me see." He stands up and moves over to your underwear cabinet. Him seeing your underwear or not didn't really matter to you because you had been friends for far too long.
"I vote for this," he adds while pointing to a two-piece baby pink lace set you had purchased while on vacation in Italy. "I've never actually worn it, so I don't know..." You say fumbling with your hands.
"Well, today's perfect then, regardless if you end up doing something or not -" "You will feel sexy and confident."
.
"Thanks for driving me Hobi, I owe you big time!" You tell your best friend as you get out the car, wearing a nice black dress that was rather simple than formal. It was comfortable to wear and didn't really scream 'I'm here to get fucked'.
"Hey, come in," Jungkook greets you, his hands not wandering lower than your lower back as he hugs you. "Hi! Nice place." You compliment his rather large apartment. He hadn't confessed to you what he actually did for a living. He'd just told you he works in the media industry, which sure was true but very unspecific.
"You can leave your shoes here and -" he takes your jacket from you. "I'll just put this here."
Looking around the place, there isn't much you wouldn't expect from a guy like Jungkook. Everything was kept mostly black white or grey, and even the sofa was a nice designer piece.
As you walk into his kitchen, which is filled with pots, dishes, and even some herbs you've never heard of, you gasp in astonishment, "Wow."
"Oh, this is my roommate's utopia." Jungkook chuckles. "I don't ever get to cook in this place." Despite appearing irritated, Jungkook smiles while brushing his hair back and poking his cheek with his tongue. "I had to bribe Jin to let me use it for dinner tonight."
"Oh you cooked?" You ask turning to him.
"Tried to but-"
"But Jin ended up helping me a lot"
"You know I would've been happy if you'd just made some pasta or something" you mumble, still in awe at the huge selection of self-made snacks that was presented in front of you. "Yeah well, I wanted to go all out for you and.." he gives you a quick wink, grabbing your waist and pulling you towards a closed room. "I wanted to show you my work space" he mumbled into your neck from behind, making goosebumps rise on your neck.
"You wanna talk about work on a date?" You tease him looking back into his black eyes. Chuckling he tells you to "open the door". You know where this was going, you'd seen parts of his room in his gaming room tour on YouTube that he posted last year. And somehow you even felt as if you were lying to him for not telling I'm you knew who he was.
Swallowing you open the door and find exactly what you'd expected. A large computer adorned his desk as well as 4 other screens, each having their own job while he streamed.
While your setup was just half of this, you were sor of jealous.
"Wow" you let out, setting yourself free from his hold you walk in, now standing in front of his desk. "This is-"
"Nerdy?" He scratches the back of his head, but you shake yours.
"This is amazing, wow, what-"
"I stream, when I said I worked In media I sort of lied- and I feel bad but-"
You turn to face him once more as he sat down on the room's small couch. But he added, hoping you would share his sentiments, "I feel like I genuinely like you and I want to be more than just friends."
"only if you..."
Of course you did too. You liked him so much.
"I do"
Jungkook then gets to his feet and walks over to you, taking hold of your hips once more, but this time tighter holding on for dear life. He gulps, "So you-"
"You want to be with me?. You're not upset with me for lying, are you?" He wanted to be sure you were okay with this, so he asked again.
All you had to do was nod for Jungkook to put his lips on yours. Your first kiss felt like a swarm of butterflies had gathered around the two of you to celebrate your love.
"I really like you too, you know," you whisper against his lips as you peck them one last time. "You do?," he squeezes your hips. "Say it one more time."
"I like you"
The ringing of your phone interrups your moment, and when you look at the caller, Id it's Hobi. "Wait a second." You smile as you brush his cheek before leaving the room to accept your roommate's call.
"Hobi, what is it?" you whine, hearing Hoseok sigh from the other end of the phone.
"Have you not checked Twitter?" He asks panic written all over his voice as he brings you back to reality.
"No?" You say, eyebrows furrowing as you tell him to wait a second. As you click on the bird app, the first thing you see are the hashtags # Borahaeisoverparty # Borahae7leaked
It's like your heart stopped beating for a second when you read the headlines. Quickly clicking on the link, you turn to see if Jungkook was eavesdropping. When you made sure the coast was clear, you read the most liked post that said;
And suddenly, a lot of emotions overcame you, your head spinning as you run and lock yourself in the next best room, which happened to be the bathroom.
"Y/n?!" From outside the door, Jungkook asked, his voice frantic but not angry. You try to maintain your composure and say, "I'm sorry, I just need a minute, please." It only worked briefly.
"Are you still there, Y/n?" A worried-sounding Hoseok questioned at the other end of the call. You murmur, "I'm here, yeah," as you continue to scrutinize the dreadful message. "I can pick you up if you want. Does Jungkook know? Did he find out?" Not currently helpful is Hoseok's frightened voice. The tears spoil your flawless makeup as you sob, "No, no, he didn't, but please come pick me up."
This was meant to be your night, a day you would never forget.
Instead, everything was going downhill, your life was suddenly... falling apart.
Your closest friend had warned you that this deception might make you miserable, but you didn't want to take his advice. You just didn't want to listen.
Offline
You'd been offline for a week now, not posting on twitter or Twitch. Jungkook had been messaging you but you only told him that something happened to your roommate so you couldn't really talk or be on your phone much.
It turned out that the individual who had tweeted that negative thing about you was just some random person who made up stories to get attention and was well-known for lying about everything. Even yet, you felt terrible for abandoning Jungkook in that manner after he had planned a lovely evening for the two of you.
When you woke up today Hobi brought you flowers.
"Thank you," you mutter as you take in the large floral arrangement, feeling joy for the first time all week. You hear Hobi say, "Don't that me, thank Jungkook," and your eyes widen. "By the way, he's in the living room, and he can tell something is wrong since you're a terrible liar."
"Although I'm not saying you should tell him the truth at this particular moment, that's essentially what I'm advocating." He tells you before leaving your room.
When you enter the living room and murmur, "Hey," Jungkook quickly gets up and hugs you. A squeak leaves your lips at the unexpected move before giving the embrace back. You mutter "I'm sorry" against his chest. "I'm alright, but I-"
"You don't have to tell me what happened, okay? I just want to know that you're doing okay," he cuts you off. You sort of regret not having the courage to tell him what's wrong again. "I saw you weren't live all week, I was kinda looking forward to seeing what the hype about your streaming is all about." You joke, trying to clear the air. Jungkook chuckles, leading you to the couch and sitting down with you. "i sort of, couldn't really concentrate on what I was doing," he admits, his hand playing with yours as you sit in silence for a second. "All I could think about was you"
"At first I thought I did something wrong by showing you who I really was, for lying to you"
Ah, there it was again, this guilt feeling in your gut. How could he be so perfect and trust you with such a thing, but you couldn't even tell him anything that was going on in your life cause it would blow your little lie.
"Why would I be mad" you laugh, slouching back into the sofa and smiling at him lazily. "God I like you so much all I wanna do is kiss you and shower you in presents all day" Jungkook copies your action and looks at you, his big boba eyes looking into yours. "Is there anything I can do to help you with whatever is going on in your life?" He asks again, taking your hand into his and kissing it softly. You could melt on the spot by his sweetness.
"I think it's something I have to go through by myself" you admit, placing you hand against his cheeks and just looking into his eyes. "I like you a lot too by the way" you whisper, your face inching closer to his.
Closer and closer until your noses were touching and your eyes closed.
"Anybody up for lunch?" You and Jungkook were interrupted when Hobi yelled, purposefully interfering.
Before saying anything, you give Hobi a filthy look in the rear and decide, "Jungkook and I are going to go into my room and eat later." You grab Jungkook by the hand and drag him behind you into your room, Jungkook following you like a teen in love.
Us
Thank God, with Jungkook, everything had returned to normal. He continued to drop by your place of employment and extend invitations to dates. Just this past weekend, he took you to a park and set up some food and beverages for you. You knew he picked one farther away so no one would recognize him and, more importantly, no one would see him with a girl. It would spark much too much drama in the media, something Jungkook detested.
You relished each of his numerous tiny acts of affection. Like right now, when he made popcorn for the two of you since you don't like chips.
One of his favorite movies was Iron Man, which you decided to watch today. "I feel like I haven't seen this in decades." Once he moved to the bed next to you, you murmur into his neck. He puts his arm around your waist and pulls you close, declaring with pride, "I watch it at least once every few months."
In appreciation for almost everything he had done for you up to this point, you gifted Jungkook a vintage Carhart shirt, which he was wearing right now. "Really?" You pretend to be shocked as you playfully tease him. You wriggle even closer to him as a result of him pinching your side in response. You two never did manage to watch the film, for some reason you just spoke, however. With the two of you, things have always come to that. You constantly seemed unable to stop relating details of your lives to one another,
"I streamed with this huge streamer once, I think he's only a few places behind me on most followed person" Jungkook starts. A few? I'm only one behind you dumbass. You chuckle to yourself but listen. "Really? What's his name?"
"His name is Borahae7; I bet you don't know him. He's decent at a number of games," Jungkook says with a shrug, "I even lost to him a few times too many." As he laughs, Jungkook gives you a cute glance from besides you. "But he hasn't been online much lately, I suppose he is taking a break," he only notes, moving on to the next subject so effortlessly.
"Im sure he has his reasons," you just note quietly. It is accurate to say that you haven't been on live much lately—just once or twice a week. It was genuinely missed, yet it still seemed off in some way.
"...and that's why I decided never to play minecraft again, I mean those creatures are wild" When Jungkook speaks, he pulls you out of your reverie and tightens his arm around you to make you look at him. "Yeah, when I was a teenager, I only ever played it a few times." While not entirely truthful, you agree with him.
As he leaned closer to you once more, his eyes were starring at your lips. "Is it okay for us to kiss now, or is it just too random?" You laugh in response to his question. "You may kiss me Jungkook," you giggle and then his lips were on yours, savoring how softly they touched one another.
By this time, you had kissed several times, but nothing more than casual groping occasionally resulted from it. However, tonight would be different.
His eyes initially fell on your covered boobs as you parted away from him to remove your shirt with his hands below. He snickers, reaching out to grope on with his large palm, "They're so cute." getting you to whine at him. You tell him, "I'm sensitive," before kissing his neck once again and putting your hands on his crotch while gesturing for him to take off his joggers. He groans, "Fuck wait," and gets to his feet to pull them off more effectively.
Once he's back on the bed with you still in your underwear, he says, "Is this okay with you?" "Yes," you nod as you grip the hem of your shorts and pull them down to join him beneath the blankets. You breathe against his ear, "Want you so much."
Before joining your mouth in an ardent kiss, Jungkook's hands caressed your body, stroking and squeezing everywhere he could. However, the passionate kiss was short-lived as Jungkook moved down to your clothed pussy and kissed your panty chastely before removing it completely. "Does this feel ok?" Before ruining you with his lips, he checks to see that you're as comfortable as possible. You moan "Fuck yeah."
Before you knew it, Jungkook's tongue was circling your clit and making out with it once more. Both the noises and the visual were sexy, maybe even nasty. "Oh my goodness," you scream as you grasp his hair and attempt to remove him due to your clit being too sensitive. "I don't want to cum yet," You sit up to say, before forcing him to lay down once more. "Who would have thought you'd be the kind to dominate in bed?" Jungkook chuckles before taking a grip of your ass, squeezing it, and then smacking it as hard as he could, making you scream even more.
Your hands effortlessly locate his hard cock, giving him a couple pumps before spitting on it and licking the tip. "You're such a tease," his hands entwined with yours as he urges for you to take more of him. Your mouth widened for him as your hands fondled his balls. He slowly led you to a lovely rhythm of up and down motions while moaning, "That's it, take it all baby." His abs flex as he yells "Fuck babe," his hips sinking farther into your mouth with each minute that passes.
Panting into your mouth, your lips reuniting for the one hundredth time today as he says, "Let me fuck you." You merely nod at him as you are positioned on his lap and gazing into his eyes. You strike him with the word "condom," trying to keep him hard by pumping his cock. He only nods while rummaging through his drawer to find the modest package.
"Put it on for me." He handed you the condom after teasingly cracking open the plastic wrap.
Before placing the condom on his cock and giving him a couple gentle pumps, you giggle and wiggle your ass.
As you sink down next to him, he murmurs in a dreamlike voice, "Pussy so good." Every time he kisses your neck you to giggle. He wants you to stay this way forever hearing your moans. Your clit is grinding against his lower abdomen as you grind your hips more quickly, moaning with delight as your climax soon follows.
Your small pussy is stretched wide open by his cock's nestling deep inside of you.
In an effort to come closer to his release, Jungkook's hand advances and grips your tits. You squeal with pleasure as his thumb tickles your pebbled nub.
You teasingly flick at his nipple in return, making Jungkook laugh beneath you.
A single giggle escapes past your lips. But it quickly fades when Jungkook's finger rubs circles on your clit. "Oh!" Your brows knit. Grabbing his had away from your sensitive area. "I can't" you warn him.
Your legs are opened wider by Jungkook, and his thrusts get stronger. At this moment, it seems as though he is attempting to fit his entire dick inside of you. As he fights to hold on, Jungkook's brow begins to perspire. He eventually groans loudly inside of you, "oh shit fuck," as he lets go.
.
"What's the reason behind your smile?" as you walk into your house after sleeping over at Jungkooks, Hoseok asks a simple toast with jam and cheese on his plate as he ate breakfast. Leaning against the counter to watch him, you say with a smile, "Just.. nothing."
Hobi looks at you while turning around and grinning as well crossing his arms. "Tell meee."
You laughed in response to his false whining, "Me and Jungkook are dating now," you shrug, but you couldn't help but smile even wider. "Oh my gosh that's great," Hobi exclaims as his eyes widen in awe. He yells, fully ignoring his food as he approaches you. "Tell me everything; tell me how he reacted when you told him the complete truth; he responded positively right?, as you appear to be doing, then he must have been supportive. He wouldn't be angry, I told you."
You stop him with, "Wait I-" Your brows wrinkle as you gaze at Hoseok in silence and admit, "I didn't tell him yet."
"what do you mean? the whole purpose of being in a relationship is that there shouldn't be any secrets between you two" He whines annoyed.
"I'll tell him, I swear, but for the time being I just need some space to enjoy my relationship without destroying it."
"you're not going to ruin it, Y/n. You will ruin it if you tell him too late,"
Oops
7butterfly donated $4: I'm so glad you're back to your regular schedule.
"I have to admit that I had to take care of certain family matters. nothing very serious. But now I'm back and I'm better than ever" Just to get back into the streaming flow, you chuckle as you play some Cypher. Going back to your gaming origins, you'd truly needed and missed this.
The chat was more lively than ever, and even several notable streamers, including Jungkook, complimented you on returning to streaming on twitter.
Everything was pleasant and back to normal, and you now even had a boyfriend.
"Let's play one more game before calling it a day, okay?" As you hit "play," you talk into the microphone, and then have your character begin to run around the map.
"That was a very close call, lets end with this. I appreciate you all and hope to see you all tomorrow."
You go offline with a single click of a button.
Your brows wrinkle as a message pops up on discord just as you were about to stand up. You take a sip of your water, put your headphones back on, and then re-adjust your seat before clicking on Discord.
Kook97; I'm glad you're back, I was thinking we could stream together again sometime
You; absolutely, have you been practicing like I told you?
You grin to yourself as you type out the message.
Kook97; not as much as i wanted to, been busy with my girlfriend, you know how they get ;)
You; haha sure
You cringe as you write out the message.
Jungkook began to type for a little period before stopping once more. You question whether it was an accident. However, you decide to leave it as that and close Discord when suddenly, you unintentionally click the wrong bottom, calling Jungkook.
"Shit shit shi-," As you and Jungkook come face to face, you scramble to click 'end call' but it's too late; it seems as though your world has just been smashed. again.
Lies
"Y/n?" After a brief moment of stillness, Jungkook lets out a sigh.
You open your lips, but nothing comes out as you just gaze at your computer. You glance down and click the "end call" button while having tears well up in your eyes.
"Kook I-"
Jungkook laughs, "Fuck," but it wasn't a nice laugh at all; it rather was a "fuck this shit" laugh. "Damn, and here I was thinking it was terrible that I didn't immediately tell you what I did for a living"
"Jungkook listen-," you start, hoping he will at least give you a moment of his time to explain. But as fast as he picked up the call, he disconnected you.
You were left with no choice but to spend the remainder of the evening at your computer, staring blankly at your screen until you finally fell asleep with tears flowing down your cheeks. That morning, your phone's alarm woke you up early for work, you never missed a day of work, regardless of how unwell you were or how depressed you were at the time. So you got up, went through your morning routine, and then headed out the door to the bus stop. You were too worn out to make the customary 15-minute stroll to the convenience shop.
As anticipated, Jungkook did not enter the store this morning to purchase a bag of salty chips or another sweet energy drink. However, you were secretly relieved since it meant you could avoid confronting him about what occurred the day before.
Hobi went out yesterday night with some of his friends and texted you to say that he would stay at their house that night, so he wasn't aware of what was happening until you ultimately had to inform him and then you'd get the lecture of a lifetime.
life was shit.
Around ten minutes into your break, when you check Twitter, Kook97 announced that the stream for today has been cancelled. You groan. The only people who understood the reason why were you and him.
Opening the next app you tap on His and Your Chat to read the most recent messages.
Kook🐰: when are you free again?
You: I literally just left your place
Kook🐰: I know but I already miss you
Kook🐰: is that weird?
You: no I miss you too :(
Kook🐰: can I come over tomorrow?
You: ill make dinner for us <3
Your lips purse in sorrow as you sigh. You've never experienced such heartbreak in your life. Even a fight with Hobi doesn't seem to have affected you this much, in your opinion. You make the decision right then to send him a message. Given how recent the events of last night were, it might not have been the best idea.
You: can we please talk about what happened
You: I really meant to tell you Kook
Read
You: I'm sorry
Around noon on that day, when you got home, Hoseok was already there, cleaning his room, and music playing.
You needed some bravery to knock on his door, but as soon as you did, your best friend welcomes you warmly. "You told him, didn't you? thats good."
"How do you know?" You let your emotions run wild as you sniff into his neck. "he didnt react well. did he?"
You begin, sitting down on his bed, "God it's so ridiculous."
"Last night, I had just completed streaming when he texted me, or rather, he texted Borahae over on Discord." As you go, Hoseok simply nods in agreement. "Damn, but I have no idea how to use discord so I mistakenly called him,."
"He saw my face before I could cancel the call."
"It's safe to say that he wasn't amused," Hobi wraps it up for you. "No," you shake your head.
He sighs, "I'm sorry to tell that, but I told you so," yet afterwards gives you a hug. "Okay, I'll go make you a brownie and some hot chocolate. Lets watch your fave, Mean Girls."
Even though Hoseok tends to be rather straightforward most of the time, he is aware of when you need comfort and knows just how to provide it. When you look down at your final last chat with Jungkook and see that he hasn't answered, you choose to get up.
Im sorry
As all Jungkook could think of was you, seconds turned into minutes. Because of you, he even cancelled his stream.
As Jin handed his roommate some food "Here you go" "What's going on? bad day?". he asked.
How could Jungkook possibly convey what had transpired over the last 24 hours? All he could do was nod. It made no sense to him even to think about it, 'Yeah so turns out the man who I've streamed with is also my girlfriend who's been pretending to be a guy for God knows how long.'
When Jin left, Jungkook paused and briefly regarded your chat as he considered whether or not to text you. He was aware that your deception must have a basis.
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You groan as you continue to look at the blank tweet. How on earth were you going to begin this? You and Hobi decided that it would be best for you to confess after having a lengthy conversation. If people were genuinely that naive as to despise you for being a woman, he'd be there for you.
"Fuck I don't know," You say, tossing the phone on your bed and covering your head in your hands, it went on like this for about an hour before you could really sit down and write what was on your mind.
"As many of you are aware, I have been cancelling, postponing, or simply vanishing on you guys for a few weeks now. And even though I said that it was due of family issues, I lied. The fact is that ever since I started streaming, I have been lying to all of you. I never imagined my channel would blow off the way it did, so I reasoned that it would be okay to pretend to be someone else. I have now lost someone I actually loved as a result of recent events in my life that were all brought on by this small lie. I'm going to quit beating around the bush and just say it. A lot of you are familiar with me as Borahae7, a guy who enjoys gaming and interacting with his fans.
In actuality though, my name is y/n. I'm a 22-year-old girl who, ever since she was a child, has utilized gaming as a means of escaping her troubles. I was aware that it is challenging to stand out as a woman, especially in the gaming industry, and that you may face discrimination for practically anything.
I sincerely hope you can get why I did this and why I waited so long to come clean. If you still want to be a part of my community, I appreciate your understanding and thank you. I have no idea when I'll return. I adore everyone of you dearly."
As soon as you clicked post, you started reading the comments. 99% of them were surprisingly positive and supportive while the other 1% were as expected, 11 year old trolls. What surprised you was seeing Jungkook retweet your post after it only being up for a few minutes. Somehow it gave you faith that he'd forgive you someday.
"Why would we care if you're a girl or a guy"
"Somehow I find it even better that my favorite streamer is a girl"
"As you shoulddd"
"Face cam when???"
Were all comments that made you laugh through your teary emotional eyes. It just somehow felt as if your life was missing something all along-being able to be yourself.
Although you were receiving a lot of encouragement from viewers and other streamers, you weren't sure whether you wanted to start streaming again anytime soon. As a result, you just switched off your phone and left your room, only to be greeted by a beaming Hoseok. He tells you right away, encircling you in a hug and kissing your head, "I read everything you said and also probably read all the comments already."
"You did fantastically, Y/n; your tweet almost made me cry."
"Well I'm just glad I finally told the truth about myself. Somehow I felt like I was also lying to myself for a long time-"
Ding
As you raise an eyebrow at your roommate you stroll to your bed and pick up your phone only to discover a message from Jungkook.
"Well, time for me to go and for you to get your boyfriend back huh?"
Kook🐰: that was beautiful
Kook🐰: what you wrote on twitter, I mean
You: thank you :)
Kook🐰: I'm not gonna lie, I'm still mad that you didn't trust me with it.
Kook🐰: but it's also funny that I met you both, or well, just you actually, at the same time
You: funny to think that I thought the same thing when you gave me your number in the convenience store
Kook🐰: fuck, this really is a good story to tell
You: it is :P
Kook🐰: so, I feel like we need to talk still, how about dinner at mines?
You: I'd like that
Game on
Once more, you were standing in front of your closet, next to Hoseok. You sigh in disappointment and ruffle your hair as you say, "Well, I can't just wear the same outfit as last time." Hobi agrees as he peruses your outfit, "You can't, no."
"Have you ever considered—I dunno—going shopping?"
"Just shut up and help me select something," you huff crossing your arms. "I don't enjoy going shopping, you know that." "Yeah well, but it seems like you need to cause this," he gestures at the closet, "it's a disaster."
"A fashion crime actually."
You sigh, folding your arms, saying, "Just shut up and help me, please."
.
To your surprise, the outfit you ended up choosing wasn't so bad—it was a sweet purple baby doll dress. It wasn't overly dramatic, but it did the job.
As soon as you leave home, you get into Hobis's car. Somehow, you managed to persuade him to drive you since, for the love of God, you cannot drive while wearing heels.
"Don't start whining just yet; you're going to do great. There won't be drama, you two will talk things out and that's it" Before heading to Jungkook's apartment, Hobi assures you while turning on the radio.
"What If all he wants is to be friends?" Your question comes as you look out the window, your fears taking over.
"Then that's okay too Y/n; life is about loving yourself, boyfriends." Your eyes roll as Hobi lectures you. "Well, my life is about boyfriends" When you hear him sigh, you respond laughing.
"Boyfriend's and other off-screen activities," you wiggle your eyebrows earning a hit from your best friend.
He winks, "Were here, go get 'em tiger."
"Never say that again,"
When Jungkook first sees you, he remarks, "You look nice," looking at your outfit and then up at your face. "Purple; perfectly on-brand"
You enter his house while giving him a slight grin. "This old stuff, really?" You make a joke in an effort to steer the conversation in the proper direction. "You don't look too bad yourself."
Although there was another occasion to consider this, Jungkook was dressed in a black shirt and his customary navy blue pants.
"Just to clear up any confusion, I'm okay with you being my biggest Twitch rival," he quips, his delicate lips curving into a smile. You retort, "Wait till I overpass you in a few months."
Everything returned to how it had felt before, as if his whole 'I'm a boy but really a girl' thing had truly taken place.
Hugging you from behind, your cheek is kissed chastely by Jungkook. "I made pasta."
"I assume you did everything yourself?"
"How'd you know?" He asks you completely confused.
You smile back at him as he turns his attention to the utter disaster that was the kitchen. You giggle, "Well, I have my ways."
"I ran out of time to clean up, Jin's going to kill me, but it's worth it for you." He flirts, offering you a plate and you hit his chest before joining him at the table.
"This actually doesn't look half as horrible you know." You compliment his cooking,
"Thanks?" He chuckles and starts playing some mellow music while you two converse.
After taking a few bites you sigh "I would totally understand if you were still mad at me, I mean, I could've just told you from the start but I got so nervous when you met the real me and i-"
"Y/n" You're interrupted by Jungkook, who then grabs your hand. "When everything happened, I was pretty upset at you, and to be honest, I'm still a little dazed." He begins. "But now that I know who you are as a person, I can see that you wouldn't have done anything to harm anyone," he starts. "I appreciate that you regret what you did and gave us another opportunity."
"Us?" You mutter while gazing through his boba eyes. He squeezes your hand and says, "If you like to, I'd want to try again."
You couldn't help but nod and smile. "That'd be nice,"
"How about playing some Mario Cart?" After you two finish eating and you assist him in cleaning the kitchen a little, he proposes.
"Sure, winner gets..?" You ask
"A kiss?"
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Enemy
- On your wrists two names are tattooed. One of your soulmate and one of your enemy. Bakugou thinks all of it is total bullshit. Of course, that is until he meets you.
Pairing: Bakugou x reader (she/her)
Warning: Sexual references, cursing, mentions of alcohol
A/N: Get ready boys, this will be one hell of a ride! This idea came to me after I was looking through soulmate au’s. I think you guys will like this one :). It’s also a college au lmao. Get ready for some fluff, angst, crack, and just everything in between. Love you guys and I hope you enjoy it! If you want to be added to the tag list comment :)
Status: Completed
Introductions
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
Fanart
Study session
Train to Shinjuku
Extra
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Fanfic type: A book
Pairing: Solara (OC) x Fuegoleon (CC)
Genre: Romance with some smut/sexual themes, canon typical content
Chapters 54/54
Status: Completed 11/21
Total length: ~243k
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Chapter 1: A new encounter
Chapter 2: With the Crimson Lion Kings
Chapter 3: The tugging of golden string
Chapter 4: “It’s only a crush”
Chapter 5: Denial
Chapter 6: Kiss of Embers
Chapter 7: Stitches and scars
Chapter 8: Words and visitations from Thea
Chapter 9: The signature
Chapter 10: Differences
Chapter 11: Misunderstandings
Chapter 12: Field experiment
Chapter 13: “You should come home”
Chapter 14: Nightmares
Chapter 15: Dreams
Chapter 16: A desk and a dungeon
Chapter 17: Rocks
Chapter 18: A pen and a portal
Chapter 19: Confessions
Chapter 20: The dismissal
Chapter 21: “I will not permit you onto Thean soil”
Chapter 22: Trust
Chapter 23: The Council
Chapter 24: By the riverbank
Chapter 25: “A week. Tops.”
Chapter 26: The Trial and what it revealed
Chapter 27: Embrace
Chapter 28: [I love you]
Chapter 29: Being pulled back to Thea
Chapter 30: “Why this time?”
Chapter 31: “I’ll see how he likes having his arm ripped off!”
Chapter 32: A night out
Chapter 33: The personal question
Chapter 34: “Behave”
Chapter 35: The first date
Chapter 36: The tango (nsfw chapter)
Chapter 37: One strike
Chapter 38: A note and an apology
Chapter 39: Decisions decisions
Chapter 40: “She has better things to do”
Chapter 41: The one who isn’t from Thea
Chapter 42: The Tree of Binding Fates
Chapter 43: A river of stardust
Chapter 44: Please, forgive me
Chapter 45: The one room
Chapter 46: “What am I to you?”
Chapter 47: “I’m happy / It’ll be hell”
Chapter 48: The ball
Chapter 49: Magic is everything. But it is not love.
Chapter 50: A brief kiss and rain
Chapter 51: The promise
Chapter 52: Magic is life
Chapter 53: Will you marry me?
Chapter 54: The choice
Epilogue
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him after all (m) | pjm
➵ summary; a guy you’ve never met before scoops in and saves you from a very embarrassing situation and you can’t help but notice how cute he is.
(based on this prompt)
pairing; jimin x f. reader
final word count; 17,176 (sorry y’all)
rating; 18+
content; strangers to lovers au, fluff/angst/smut, infidelity, multiple appearances from jjk, oc’s boyfriend being nasty and stupid af
warnings; swearing, making out, smut; dom!jimin, nipple play, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), protected sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, light choking, orgasm denial, oc begging for jimin’s dick bc it’s just so good
a/n; i am SO sorry for this long ass wait after promising to post the other day, but here it is, y’all!! i hope you like it, i’m actually pretty proud of it myself so yeah, please let me know what you think, thanks!! ps. please ignore any typos if you see some lol
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The masterlist isn't working anymore and I can't find the other chapters, I read this last week? If I remember correctly and I love this fic so much and I was just about to share this to my friend
— blue. | fifteenth act.
+ suna rintarō x fem!reader. HEAVY angst. explicit smut. fluff. mean!suna. soulmate!au. highschool/college. teen pregnancy. death. family drama/infidelity. bullying. explicit language. illness.
+ 4000+ word count.
+ masterlist.
fifteenth.
“Rin?”
I felt light tapping against my cheek. Before I could even open my eyes, the faint throbbing of my head and the hurling of my guts were felt all over my system. How many did I drink?
“Rin? It’s lunchtime. You have to get up,” somebody said, caressing my cheek.
Who the fuck...? I’ve been alone inside this sorry apartment ever since Y/N left. And it’s been a month since then. It’s been a month since my life had gone down the lowest hell it could.
I felt somebody’s breath against my cheek. Hands nuzzling my face in gentle strokes. However, I couldn’t bring my eyes to open and face this shit any longer. Fuck, I was so goddamn tired.
But what if this person is Y/N? My Y/N? What if she finally made up her mind about forgiving me. About hearing my stupid explanations out. About deciding that our love was worth more than the heartbreaks and—
I popped an eye open. And I fucking swore, my whole body jolted at least three positions away when I saw her.
“Nadine?”
She looked down at her hand, the one she used to touch me. Then she bolted up, flashing me a grin. “I made you lunch,” she declared as if she found the medicine for cancer.
My mind was still fuzzy from the traces of intoxication. I wanted nothing but to barf and probably pass out on the bathroom floors.
“Why are you here?” And how the fuck did she open the door?
Nadine ignored me as she picked up bottles cluttered around my floors. She’d got a bag, too. Her hair was pulled up in a bun. She’s ready to clean the whole apartment.
She glanced at me, still smiling like a lovesick fool. “You’ve got no one with you, so I figured I should help.”
Now standing up, I ruffled my hair and went to get my sweatpants. “Please, just get the fuck out,” I mumbled as respectfully as I could while tugging the hem around my waist.
“Aethan wants to see you,” she chirped. Her jovial tone following me to the bathroom.
I began brushing my teeth. And good fuck, it pained me to look at the mirror and found no one beside me. Almost everyday since we moved out together, I’d film me and Y/N brushing our teeth. I didn’t fucking know why. There was something domestic about it and I fucking craved a domestic life with her.
As of the moment, Nadine stood at the threshold. “He says he wants to see Daddy,” she yapped cheerfully.
The only good thing that’d ever come out of all this fuckery was that Aethan lived. He’s out of the hospital and was being taken care of by his Aunt Nadia and Nadine in an apartment thirty minutes away from mine. The boy had learned how to call me Dad, too. I was still debating my feelings regarding that.
Yeah, I must admit. That term had been soiled by women I used to fuck before that it felt weird having my son call me by that name. Thank fuck Y/N didn’t call me that term. Though I wouldn’t have known what to do if she did. When it came to her, all the things I once hated had bloomed flowers and hearts before my eyes.
Everything was clear and kind and I was so goddamn fucked because she’s not here anymore and— I roughly washed my mouth.
“I’ll visit tomorrow,” I said. “After practice.”
Going to the kitchen, she kept trailing behind me. Picking up litter and arranging the living room when we passed by.
I grabbed a fresh bottle of beer. The one thing that didn’t leave this godforsaken place. Beer. I made sure the fridge’s overflowing with it every week. The lid popped and flew across the floor. Nadine saw that and picked it up, too.
What the fuck’s her deal?
“Isn’t it too early to drink?” She cocked her eyebrow meekly at me. As if it took her a lot of courage to say that to my face.
I gulped down half of the liquor before burping softly. “Not your fucking business, I think,” I shot back. If this woman thought she could stroll in here and play lovers with me, she’d got it all fucking wrong.
She winced at that.
“I just wanna help.”
“Well?” My brow was on my forehead. “I don’t need your help.”
I padded to the living room, turning the PS4 on. I doubted there’s a console game out there that could help me but who fucking knew, right?
“Have you...” Her voice stammered. She was on the sofa beside me. “Have you thought about us?”
When I tell you the liquor almost spurted out of my nose. I felt the liquid in my fucking nostrils at that.
Whipping my head towards her, I didn’t mind masking the dubious expression on my face.
“Us?”
The only ‘us’ I’d ever allowed in my life was me and Y/N. Nobody fucking else.
Agony painted her face but she’s one tough nut to crack. “Us. We’re both single. We can be family for Aethan, at last.”
So, here’s the thing about me. Ever since Y/N and I became a thing, I miraculously drank something that made me repulsive against other pussies. Just the thought of fucking a different one sent shivers up and down my spine. The bad kind of shivers, by the way. Albeit fucking Nadine before, I was so lost and broken when it happened that I didn’t even know if her pussy was worth all the trouble it caused me. I bet it wasn’t.
“Are you messed up in the head?” I asked. It’s a genuine question because I was goddamn curious to know.
Nadine stood up. “You can’t be serious, right? Aethan can’t have a broken family!”
“Damn well he could,” I puffed. “Because it’s that or nothing.”
I tilted the bottle towards my mouth but I forgot that I was with a delusional right now. Nadine grabbed the bottle and threw it across the room, her nostrils flaring at me.
“Don’t tell me you’re still waiting for Y/N? That you still believe that she’d come back and the both of you would live your happ—”
“I fucking do!” I yelled at the top of my lungs that I had to inhale after. “And even if she doesn’t come back, there’s no way we’d be family, Nadine. You’re a fucking psycho for even thinking—”
The slap was expected. That’s her thing.
I licked the insides of my cheek. She was breathing hard in front of me.
“I’ve sacrificed a lot for you,” Nadine seethed. “Being pregnant at fifteen? Having my kid know me only as his sister? Living in the streets—”
I laughed. Laughed offensively loud at this bitch’s face. I wouldn’t have brought it out because it would mean nothing. All had been said and all had been done. Y/N wouldn’t come back no matter how I bitch about it. But Nadine surely triggered me.
My hand found her collar. And I squeezed. Lifting her off the fucking ground and I didn’t fucking care how that painted me. I was so goddamn tired of this bullcrap.
“It’s your fault,” I hissed at her face, wild-eyed. “Tell me, why did you refuse help from your parents? You thinkin’ that I’d marry you?” I shook her. “Why? You believe because of that you gonna ride this dick again? Sorry, sweet, I’m not going to fuck you today. Tomorrow. Not ever.”
Nadine looked at me hard on the face. Her own countenance screaming of fury. I knew she wanted to hit me but thought it better not to. In my current state of mind, I wasn’t certain if I won’t hit her back. Fuck knew that.
She’s lucky her collar’s the one feeling my anger today.
She inhaled sharply. Those grey eyes holding nothing but hatred. And she’s asking me to be family with her?
“You’ll never see Aethan again,” she hissed.
I grinned. “Try me. I can have your family’s dirty secret of hiding your pregnancy and all that bullshit circulating this goddamn country later, Nadine. No matter how fucking insignificant you are, I will ruin your life. I don’t even give two shits about my own reputation. You know that right?”
She gritted her teeth. “I don’t care what you do. You’re not touching my son again.”
“You want this in court? Then let’s fucking take this to court. But lemme remind you right now, you’re never getting any lawyer for the job.”
Fuck. I was enjoying this a little too much.
Nadine didn’t respond. She merely pushed me away as hard as she could and backpedaled to pick her bag. Before I knew it, she was gone.
As if nothing happened, I went back to my console. Not even bothering to clean the broken bottle from the far side of the room.
Try as I might, I couldn’t concentrate on the game. My mind had been clouded with the image of my son and how unfortunate he was that I became his father. Which reminded me of the wrath that I had for Riko.
The console toppled over the coffee table. I reclined my nape to the head of the couch.
What hurts more than knowing that you fucked up was the realization and quiet that you indeed fucked up.
Sunday was the day. Me and Y/N usually hangs out in this apartment. I didn’t have practice and she didn’t need to visit the local library for work. Sometimes, we would fuck around and dress up so I could take her to one of the fancy restaurants in town and we’d fuck messily after. Giggling as we reminisced how awkward we acted inside the restaurant. It wasn’t my habitat despite being Riko Suna’s heir. Or we would simply cuddle after a long day. Her running smooth fingers through my hair with my face on her breasts.
That was life. And I ruined it.
“I love her,” I whispered to no one. The impact was like a tidal wave. And it was a wave. No matter how you run for it from the shore, it’d go back to the ocean and out of your reach. Y/N was a wave.
Now, I could hear her and see her phantom laughing as we cooked together. The scrunch on her nose whenever I’d spill oil and flour on the counter. I could hear her soft humming as we cleaned the room. Her tight disagreements while I struggle to wash my clothes with a goddamn washing machine.
The thing about her was that she’d get flustered looking at my underwear even though the thing the same underwear covered had been deep inside her multiple times.
I loved it whenever I’d come home earlier than her. And her face would loosen into relief, arms boxing me in a tight hug while mumbling, “I missed you, Rinnie.”
I loved her ways of waking me up. One day she’d be all bark, hitting spatulas and pans to have me bolting out of the bed. Or sometimes, she would suck the soul outta me.
I loved that she’d talk about her father with a twinkle in her eyes as we eat pizzas with our pajamas. Playing fort like we were kids.
“My father said...”
“Oh, once! Dad told me...”
“E, but Dad said...”
She was prepared to go to war for her father and I loved that about her. I loved that she had their photo framed beside ours. I loved that she’d talk to him about me. She didn’t know I could hear her, and I loved to had kept it that way.
“Can we keep your Dad somewhere else for tonight?” I once told her. “I can’t fuck you with him staring at me.”
That was a serious statement. I couldn’t, for the life of me, bang her out of her wits and give her well-deserved backshots if her father’s smiling at my naked body. But Y/N, she laughed. The most joyous thing I’d ever heard. We were both naked that time and she was dying of laughter. It took her at least fifteen minutes to calm down.
Before I knew it, tears were running down the sides of my eyes.
What would I fucking give up to have those moments back? What would I fucking sell to not fuck shit up? What would I—
The intercom echoed. I wiped my tears away because fuck, no one could see me this way.
I strode towards the door, never minding to check who it was.
“I swear to fucking fuck Nad—”
When I saw her face, I sighed. I didn’t even fucking know why. There was this kind of relief that washed through me at her kind face.
My lips trembled.
“Mom.”
Once inside, her cane thunked against the floor. Her eyes scanning the whole room.
“Why didn’t you call? I could’ve just went home,” I said, plucking orange juice out of the fridge as fast as I could because I knew she’d give me hell if she ever saw the abundance of beer inside.
“It’s clean,” she mumbled, sitting on one of the stools.
“What is?” I cocked a brow, pouring her a glass.
“I expected to see... shards of glass and a broken television. But... it’s clean.”
She’s talking about the room. I couldn’t blame her.
“Cleaning is a pain in the ass so I mostly just keep my attention somewhere else,” I admitted. Though I had broken a bottle or two in the past few nights of being alone.
Mom nodded but I knew she didn’t believe my bullshit. “Take me to your room.”
“Why?”
“Just take me.”
I had no choice. I accompanied her to my room. She halted for a second when we passed by Y/N’s former bedroom, but she didn’t make a move to enter. It’s empty saved for the bed and other furnitures, anyway.
When I pushed the doors open, she pinched me at the waist.
“I knew you’re lying,” she muttered as she studied the room. “What is that smell? Beer?”
Rubbing my nape, I remained in the threshold. I’ve spilt beer on the rug, yes. My sheets were strewn in different directions, yes. My clothes were scattered all over the floor, yes. My iPod and speakers had flown to the corner of the room, yes.
It was chaos.
“Now that Y/N’s gone, you have to take extra care of yourself,” she reminded. And the reminder was a stab to my guts. When they get to it, mothers could have the cruelest of tongues.
She sat on my bed, disgust written across her face. When she found my eyes, her shoulders slackened and she sighed. “Come here, Rintarō.”
I needed her company. No matter how baby that made me sound. Therefore, I sat beside her on the bed while looking at my hands.
“I won’t ask what happened,” she began. “But I wanna know. Now that it happened, what are you going to do?”
“What am I going to do? Yeah. Y/N made it clear that she wanted nothing to do with my sorry ass any longer. I couldn’t force myself into her life and make it all hard for her again. She’s hurt and it kills me that I’m the reason for that. I love her. I destroyed her. And I’m praying the price. But goddamn, I never thought that this love would hurt this much. I never thought that I’d feel so fucking empty with her gone. She’s my lifeline and now I am alone. Yeah. What am I going to do?”
I didn’t realize that I voiced it all out loud. But Mom was wiping my cheeks, her own eyes coated with tears.
I was crying. Tears drenching my face. Pooling down my chin to fall onto my lap.
“Sshh,” Mom shushed. “It’s going to be alright. It’s going to be alright. I’ll help you. Mom’s here, baby. Mom’s here.”
I fell on my knees.
And who the fuck cries in their mother’s lap at nineteen? Me.
—
“I’m on my way!” Your yell was followed by a giggle. “Yes. Coffee. Got it. You’re paying me double.”
You sighed as the call dropped. It’s your seatmate, Tara, asking you to buy her coffee. Since you visited the local library first thing in the morning, you had to walk back to campus. On your way, there’s a coffee shop that you frequented ever since moving inside the campus dorms.
The weather was cozy. It rained all day yesterday, that’s why. There were still grey clouds above. Most of the students were wrapped in sweaters and just like you, they looked as if they needed at least seventy-two hours of sleep.
After almost failing the first semester, you burned all your time studying and catching up with your lessons. Lessons that you neglected because of everything that had gone down in your life. Nowadays, you still needed at least a bucket of coffee to survive but you were doing better. At school, that was.
It’s been a whole month and a half since you broke things off with Rintarō. You hadn’t heard anything about him and you were glad to keep it that way. Your heart remained fragile about the matter, after all. Not even Lila would bring up the topic for the fear that you’d bawl your eyes out while face timing her.
Actually, you did. There was this one time where she accidentally mentioned the word volleyball and you cried as if you’d lost a fingernail or two.
Everything just reminded you of him. For half a year, he’d been a fixture to your life and it was hard to wake up without reaching beside you, heart dropping to find no one there.
The first nights were the hardest.
There were times when you stared at his number in your block list, debating if you’d uncheck his name just to test if he would try texting or calling you. In the end, you convinced yourself that it’s not the best way to move forward. You couldn’t step ahead if your one foot remained chained by empty promises.
Tears were shed. Multiple times you had curled up in bed, muffling your sobs with your hands just so you wouldn’t wake up your roommate. Staring at your bloodshot eyes in the mirror, convincing yourself that it’s going to be alright. It felt like a lie at first. But as the new sun emerged and settled in the horizon, the baggage slowly lessened. Because it had to. You had to decrease them otherwise they would pull you down the depths of misery.
You didn’t need to forget him. That would be impossible for how great of a love you harbor for the boy. What you needed to do was keep him in the least of your priorities or don’t keep him at all so you could function properly again.
And it would feel as though fate was on your side this time.
Despite being five minutes away from his apartment, you had not crossed paths yet. Fortunately. It was probably because you lingered inside the campus and in your dorm room for most of the days, only going out if there was something you needed to buy. And EJP’s direction was on the opposite road. There would be no reason for him to venture to SJU.
There were a few customers at the coffee shop when you entered. Inside, it was cozier. Soft melodic tunes were echoing from the speakers. Students and workers alike were snuggled on seats, finishing homeworks and reading e-mails.
You went straight for the comfort room to relieve yourself. After a few minutes, you departed and strolled straight to the counter while sanitizing your hands.
The moment you lifted your head, your feet took two steps back. You could not turn on your back. You could not move. You could not breathe.
Fate betrayed you this time.
He was there. Rintarō was there. Standing in front of the counter. He wore his EJP jersey with earbuds tucked in his ear. His leather wallet was on his left hand, duffel bag dangling in his right shoulder. He picked up his card, untucked one earbud and leaned closer to the barista before nodding.
You hated that you couldn’t take your eyes off him. You despised that you were mesmerized by the way that he stood there, barely moving. You hated how loud your heart thumped, how it yearned to run for him and hug him tightly.
However, you were thankful for your mind because it reminded you that you were finished.
Gulping the ache around your throat, you blinked repeatedly before moving to where his field of vision wouldn’t reach you.
You had successfully departed the shop without buying any coffee. You had successfully managed to defeat the traitor that was your heart. You had successfully—
“I can’t do this.” Your lips quivered together with your shoulders.
Believing that you were getting better all this time was a profound lie and it’s rocking your world upside down today.
Oh, how cruel life could be. How cruel it was that you were walking away from the boy that owned you body and soul. How cruel it was that no matter the amount of love you harbor for him, you had to move your feet and leave him behind you. How cruel it was that—
Then there was a hand on your arm. Gentle. And so damn familiar. You knew it without looking back. You knew it.
“Blue,” he said.
Your whole body trembled.
And you were a balloon again. Exploding. Spilling. But you didn’t have to be empty. You couldn’t be empty.
“H... hey,” you greeted as you spun around to face him.
They weren’t defined, but he had bags under his eyes. His jersey didn’t fit his arms anymore like it used to. He lost some weight. And you hated how fast you had deduced all that by the second you laid your eyes on him for the first time after forty-five days.
There was hurt. There was agony. It clouded his eyes when you jerked your arm away.
“I... I have to go back. Nice seeing you—”
“Can I hold you?” he breathed as if it’s his last wish. “One minute.”
“Rin— Suna. Don’t make it hard for us,” you replied, toneless and almost breaking apart.
“Thirty seconds,” he pleaded. Gone was the smug boy. There were only sad emerald eyes and chapped lips. “Fifteen?”
You would have given him not only fifteen. You would have given him your forever. But where that would lead you? Where?
“Ten?” He continued to plead. “F... five?” he stuttered. As though he wouldn’t satiate himself with those seconds but he couldn’t do anything.
You grazed your lip with your teeth before nodding.
Just this once. Let your heart be a traitor.
“Five—”
His strong arms were around you. His scent whiffing your nose like a wicked whiplash. You filled your lungs with it, hoping that it’d last for a long time before it fades.
“I miss you.” His voice cracked together with your heart. “I’m sorry. And I love you. Still—” You felt him gulp. “Still, all for you.”
Five seconds were gone before you knew it.
He stood in front of you, eyes apologetic.
It took all in you not to tug him closer again.
“I... gotta go,” you hurriedly uttered. The last thing you saw was the slight bob of his head and the saddest smile his lips had ever created before whirling on your toes.
You pulled the laptop on your lap, the image of your best friend slightly blurry on the screen.
“And that’s what happened,” you finished with a glum smile.
Lila propped her chin on her palm. “I think...” she trailed off, “I think San Juan‘s too small for the both of you.”
“What do you mean?”
Tapping her pencil against her table, she sighed. “I mean, I’m sure that wouldn’t be the last time you’d see each other. Because... c’mon. You live in the same town. Five minutes away from each other? Nah. I know that boy would do everything to see you again. He’s stubborn like that.”
Twisting your mouth while considering her words, you returned her pensive sigh. “He would’ve done that by now, don’t you think? I mean, he could barge in here using his status in life. His father’s one of the top businessmen in the country. He could tell the guards that or worse— slap bills on their faces and he’s got a ticket to roam the campus. But he hasn’t yet done that. I think it’s safe to assume that we won’t see each other again...” Your voice sounded downbeat. As though even you didn’t believe yourself.
“I don’t know.” Lila shrugged. “That boy’s down bad for you. I don’t see him as the stalker type, but he’s the boy who’ll snap. Like, he could be shitting then he’d realize how much he misses you. Babe, he’ll come dashing for your ass. I just know it.”
The beating of your heart intensified at that. Stomach churning at the thought. Rin was definitely the type of boy who’d do anything to get what he wanted. Be it through violence.
“What do you suggest I do?” You lifted a brow.
At this point, you couldn’t be bothered about anything other than your studies. However, that encounter with Rin three days ago surely restarted your healing process. After seeing him, you dashed for the school’s comfort room and bawled your eyes out in one of the cubicles.
That couldn’t happen again.
“Transfer. Here. SFU.” Seldom that Lila would make the face she’s making as of the moment. Her countenance was set. Solid was her determination. “I don’t have any roommates so maybe that’ll help you decide. I know it’s a big step and you’re neckdeep in school and heartbreaks but... I’m positive this will help you.”
Your throat tightened. Transfer and risk not seeing Rin again?
That was your initial reaction before wagging your head. The embers of your loneliness were turning into flames once more, fanned by your yearning for Rin. And it was not healthy to think that way.
“You’re... right,” you replied with a voice so low you had a hard time hearing yourself. “Yeah. I should get out of this town.”
“Babe.” Lila’s tone held sympathy. “It’s gonna be hard. He’s your first love and you still love him, I know. Tears just wouldn’t miraculously stop pouring. Your heart will clench everytime you remember him. Trust me, you’ll remember him. But at least, with you far away? At least there’s room for healing.” She sighed as deeply as she could. “With you separated, there’d be distance. Not like right now, where there’s only five minute distance between you. Heart betrays, Y/N. Next thing you know, you’re running to his apartment.”
Heart betrays. You were proven of that when you allowed him that five seconds. Each day that passed, your wanting to see him, touch him, be with him grew solid. Lila was right. Distance was all you need.
You nodded grimly. “I’ll... think about it some more.”
She smiled. Wearing a face that told you she understood. “I’ll be with you every step of the way. If you need someone to help you load your baggage, just call me and I’ll be there.”
The call ended.
You decided to take a quick shower before buying dinner. Inside, you thought about Rin. Aethan. Even Nadine sipped into the cracks of your skull.
Surprisingly, you held no grudge against her. She did it for love. Albeit her love was the wrong kind, you understood her. It wasn’t easy having to give birth at the age of fifteen. It wasn’t easy to pretend that she was a sister other than a mother.
However, she did fuck up. You were hoping that you could talk to her again. Woman to woman. But not all stories deserved an ending. Nadine was a plot twist that you preferred not to resolve, at all. If ever you’d see her somewhere again, you would simply act as if she never once existed in your life. You couldn’t simply allow her shadows to loom behind you forever. Because a person like her deserved nothing but to be forgotten.
For Aethan, you wished nothing but sincere apology and good future. He would grow up to be wonderful because there were people who cherished him more than Nadine does. He had Rin. Miss Aori, as well. They had so much love to give him. Because Rin was like that. He had so much love inside him. So much love to give. He only needed to learn how to convey them the right way.
You grabbed the shampoo bottle, thinking that you were being dramatic again. However, the bottle slid from your grasp the moment a bluish something appeared on your arm.
You wiped the water away to see the written letters.
“If I make it, will you meet me at the Olympics?”
Weak. That’s what you were. For you washed your hair in a speed that you hadn’t before. Heart almost jumping out of your ribcage, you finished.
Pens and markers were cluttered on the floor and your bed when you finally found one that worked.
His handwriting faded.
You wrote your reply with shaking fingers.
“Depends if you’re worth watching.”
It had taken him only a minute to reply.
“I will be. For you, Blue.”
And for ten years since then, that’d be the last thing you would hear from each other.
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So much NSFW thirst for Yami, how about some sfw thirsting.
About how he'd hug his S/O every night and tell them how good they did today, him holding is S/O when they're scared, him being completely non judgmental to his S/O because they try their best to be what they want and Yami loves them for it, even when they have burnout for their passions or job.
Just....supportive Yami husbando...
Husbando Yami ಥωಥ ❤
Yami Sukehiro x f! reader
"Princess, you done?" Your husband's large frame leaned against your office doors as he came to pick you from work.
"Yeap, I'm about to pack up!" you smiled at your man, happy to see him at the end of a long work day.
You took in his features, his smile, soft, mostly only for you. The smile that always assured you that come what may, he'd always be there for you, unwavering and always supportive of whatever you do. The smile that told you that he'll always have faith and trust in you, without an ounce of doubt. Except that one time when you told him that it is perfectly fine to make a cake with a microwave oven.
You both still laugh at this memory today, and will still talk about it in many more years to come, when you're both old and wrinkly, his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him.
The same pair of arms that currently hugs you every night, as he whispers his "i love yous" and "goodnights" without fail. The strong and muscular arms that never fail to catch you whenever you needed a support. Whenever you were scared or unsure, this pair of familiar arms were pressed to your back, like a lion standing behind his lioness, allowing her to bare her fangs, giving her the confidence she needed to face the hardships of the world.
He took your office bag from your arms, his mana radiating into a black bull as he helped you get on, flying back home. Your husband was mostly lazy when it came to travelling, even when he unlocked his spell from creating a huge bull to travel on with his dark magic, he still preferred to call on Finral and his spatial magic. But when it came to you, his dear wife, he made it a point to always pick you up personally.
You sat in his lap, and lay on in his arms, enjoying the cool night breeze and scenery as you snuggled into his broad chest. The chest that is always available for you to rest on, cry on, lean on. The chest that only you claimed rights to, until you both had offsprings of your own. The never changing chest that will protect you from anything, accepting you for who you are, regardless of how you may change in the future.
More importantly, it was the chest that was home to the heart that loves you, that beats for your existence; the heart that belongs to you. You closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying the steady sound of his heartbeat and opened it again when you felt a warmth covering your hand.
You smiled softly at the image that you will never get tired of seeing; his huge hands holding onto yours, rough and calloused hands that have endured countless of fights and wars, the hand that have saved and took lives now held yours, so tenderly and gently as though he was afraid that your hands would be scarred by his.
The ring on his finger that glistened under the moonlight; the ring that bounded him to you, the ring that held all his promises to you, in sickness and in health, though the good and the bad..
You sigh contentedly at your man, who was giving you the smirk. The smirk that was so familiar but you never got used to seeing, it still gave you a concoction of feelings, of adoration yet the slight annoyance. It still made your heart flutter and your stomach flip.
This man just knew you so well, inside and out, would rarely needed to ask how you were feeling or what were you thinking.
"I love you too, my wife." he pressed a chaste kiss to your temples, answering the words you've been meaning to tell him amongst all your endearing thoughts tonight.
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It's the first time I'm trying out this kind of writing style, I'm not sure if it's good or not. But I don't think I'm that good at this style compared to the works I've read by my moots, which are more descriptive and brings beautiful images to your mind ｡ﾟ(இ ‸ இ✿)ﾟ｡
But thankfully it's for Yami, he's my comfort character, so I'm willing to try out new stuff with him. (｡ﾉω＼｡) Feedbacks are appreciated but please be nice, I'll cry.
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Original artist: 混乱混沌杂食bot (hun luan hun dun za shi bot)
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healing with namjoon 🍃 a moving mood board
“i think it’s one of the nicest ways to live life if you know how to enjoy what’s in the present”
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wait but imagine sending Kiri a vid of you riding his dildo. maybe it’s got a little suction cup so you can put it on the wall and push back. you send it on Snapchat, half drunk and mind addled with lust. You go to sleep after a fantastic orgasm (because of course it was good, it was *his* dildo after all).
Only to wake up and find a notification on your Home Screen. Red Riot has saved your video to camera roll.
Okay I kept this in my askbox for a while because I just loved rereading it so fucking much. This is such a hot idea Anon!
When the toy first gets announced to the public Kirishima can’t deny he’s a little flustered by the influx of attention. Of course, he has his fair share of fans online, but it’s nothing compared to the droves Dynamight and Deku attract. The advertising for the Red Riot dildo is so coy, hinting explicitly that it matches his size. It doesn’t. The cost to produce an exact replica of Kirishima’s actual cock would have cost far too much at wholesale, instead opting for a dildo that is still an impressive length and girth. The things true to Kirishima however, are the large veins that fork along his length. Almost identical in placement as it follows down to the big, thick balls at the base.
Fans everywhere are suddenly fighting in line for the toy. Pre-sale access emails flying out and queues activating on his website as people wait desperately in line to purchase one.
You were eager to try out the Red Riot toy that was a supposed replica of your favourite Hero, seeing him answering tweets from other fans online who asked whether it was “really true to size?” His answers only making you want to try it more, a colossal heat swirling in your lower half at his answer. “I’m not sure you’d be able to handle my actual size, babe. But this should be big enough to satisfy your needs ;)”
You’d never expected the Pro-Hero Red Riot, the man who was so sweet and innocent with his fans, to give such a raw and honest response.
Now you were desperate to know just HOW similar this toy was to him.
Practically jumping on the mailman when he delivered it to your house in the discreet packaging, the box heavier than you’d anticipated.
Pulling the vibrant red dildo out of the pretty Red Riot wrapping (that you would be keeping), your cunt clenched at the realisation that your hand couldn’t fit around the sheer girth. If this was a smaller version of him, as Kirishima had said, how fucking big was he?
Cleaning the toy before you lay a towel down in your bedroom. Curiously slipping the head of it between your lips as you tried to take it into your mouth, feeling the ache in your jaw as it widened to accommodate it. Your tongue pressing against the underside as spit began to build in your throat, coating the head and dribbling down your chin as you felt the tip hit the back of your throat. Trying to imagine Red Riot’s ruby eyes smirking down at you as you feebly attempted to take him in.
Securing the suction cup against the full length mirror in your bedroom, turning your body as you settled on your knees, easing your hips back as you felt the slick tip of the dildo stroking through your slick folds. The intense ache of the head splitting you apart on his length, you weren’t even sure you could take the whole thing as you began to roll your hips languidly as you adjusted to the size.
Angling your cell phone towards the mirror, you began to press record as you rolled your hips. Eyes shut in pleasure as you imagined Kirishima thrusting into you from behind, his large palms squeezing your ass as he pushed himself inside your silky walls.
Every single whine and whimper captured on film as you cried out his name, pleading with him to fuck you harder, deeper. Your thighs quivering as you tried to keep momentum. The thick head of the toy ramming into the same spot inside you over and over as you felt the coil inside you tighten. Crying out his name as you gushed around the toy. Your hand fumbling as you almost dropped the phone, catching the exact look of pleasure on your face as your mouth curved into an ‘o’ shape.
Sending the video across to the official Red Riot Snapchat account without a second thought, already feeling your lower half weak from the intense orgasm you’d just experienced.
The last thing you’d expected was to see the familiar notification to indicate the video had been saved. Still feeling intoxicated from your mind blowing orgasm, questionably one of the best you’d ever experienced. A message following soon after.
Red Riot: Thanks for the show, sweetheart. I’m impressed you almost managed to take it all. Maybe you’d actually be able to take me ;)
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Is it just me or I can't access it anymore?
Is “one thing right” gone again? How did you read it? I can’t. Halp!🥺
🌷 sorry Anon! I got clearance from author if it’s alright to associate the fic with her “original” pseud. Now that I have stopped screaming (along with others who also messaged me about the return of this phenomenal fic), I am here bearing gifts lol.
Enjoy!
One Thing Right by hobios/hoseokiehope
Jungkook x Reader | series [9/9] | 55k | Arranged Marriage AU, Fake Marriage AU, Childhood Friends AU, Enemies to Lovers, Police Office AU, slow burn | angst, smut, fluff
“i’ve been wrong about a million times, but i’ve got one thing right.”
or, desperate to get your ailing mother into the best care possible, you ask your childhood friend turned enemy to marry you for his health insurance benefits. the only problem is it’s illegal. and he’s the sheriff. and you swore to hate him since the day he broke your best friend’s heart.
🌷ggukkienote:
I got shocked, way shocked when I found out who the original author is. Her works are first few I’ve read when I ventured into this fic land years ago. Even though she is not active anymore, I still added her work in my fic recs list, particularly the Yoongi College AUs and Infidelity AUs (you may check her other works too like La La Land, Tachycardia, etc)
Please check her note at the end of the very last chapter regarding the pseuds explanation and send some love/support too 🥰
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Can I be added to the taglist? This is so good omg
Incoming: Elite Chatboy (pt. 4)
pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3
→ pairing: sex chat worker jungkook x reader
→ genre: text au (smau without the social media), smut, humor
→ word count: 10.2k (written portion at bottom)
→ scenario: welcome to Elite Chatroom, a sex chat company with a wide variety of services such as text messaging, phone call, and video chat. you signed up online for the most basic text service plan not knowing what to expect, but you certainly didn’t think you’d end up actually liking the man behind the screen.
→ warning: sexting, video sex, professional dom jungkook, teasing bratty sub reader, crack humor amidst explicit dirty talk, mutual masturbation, degradation, praise kink, strip tease, fist fucking. mentions of: oral (fem and male receiving), face fucking, size kink, cum play, dacryphilia, subspace.
→ a/n: smh i WOULD find a way to make this smut 10k words loool this is WAY longer than i was expecting, and im not even sure if i like it BUT i hope you guys do :”) tbh ive only read over it for editing like once bc it took a lot out of me so pls excuse any mistakes u find! after this i will be focusing on another project of mine that has a deadline, so the wait for pt 5 may be longer than when i usually update this series, but i hope having such a big chapter will hold you over until then! happy reading and i hope you all enjoy it <3
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I love this so much omg
the art of caring | jjk (m)
>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc
>>genre: friends with benefits, smut, fluff
>>word count: 4.7k
>>warnings: so much nari 🥰, their first glimpse of domesticity!!, dom jk, sub oc, age gap, jk scolds nari 🤧, oc’s friends are mean, jk saves the day <3, lots of playtime with the boba ball <3, crying (not sexual), heavy petting, handjob, orgasm, kissing, mention of sugaring, the softest soft daddy daughter moment y'all ;( </3
>>notes: this takes place after tao wanting and before tao craving!! aka this is the first time that oc goes to hang out with jk during his week with nari <3 this is NOT important to the plot! just a cute lil ‘just because’ piece <3 was supposed to be a drabble but well 😁
this is part of my dilf jk series that can be found in my masterlist
>>summary: jk picks you up after a fight with your roommates… he and nari are better company anyway!!
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Another series to follow! Can I be added to the taglist?
white lies ● chapters i
➬ Subtitle | The truth about us
➬ Pairings | Kim Taehyung x reader
➬ Genre | Childhood/Best Friends!AU, Angst, Future Smut
➬ Summary | Growing up together, you had always thought that he would always be a part of your life forever, until he suddenly chose a different path, leaving you altogether in the shadows of your past. What happens when you finally decide to move on, to walk down your new path in life without him, while completely unaware of how it had been him who had been standing in the shadows, drowning in his own little secrets?
➥ Ratings | PG-13
➥ Word count | 5k words
➥ Beta read by @randombtsprincessa and @softyoongiionly | thank you, my lovely bubs!
➥ Chapter List | Next Chapter ⇢
chapter i. secrets
Growing up with your best friend, Kim Taehyung, has allowed you to notice things about him that no other person may have seen.
Throughout the years that had passed, you had witnessed him evolve from a quirky young boy to a mature young man. You had noticed the changes in him, how he had refined himself from the kid who was slightly shorter than you were in the early years of grade school to the tall man who towered over you as you walked beside him in the last year of high school.
The years had been filled with too many memories and wondrous moments that you shared together, and they had become a part of your life that you treasured the most—from all the mornings where you would walk side by side down the road from home to the bus stop and all the long chats which you would share as you waited for the school bus ride to come. It had always been easy to think back to those moments, of the comfort you felt when you were with him, and how often you would silently marvel at him while he kept his eyes looking up to the sky, admiring the beautiful colours painting the sky above, the clouds, and even the bright sun that fell perfectly on his beautiful face.
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cinnamon bliss ● chapters xi
➬ Subtitle | The long road home to you
➬ Pairings | Kim Seokjin x reader
➬ Genre | Single Father!Jin, Cafe Owner!reader, Unrequited Love!au, Angst, Smut
➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.
↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature
↳ Warning | involves grief, graphic depiction of tragedy/trauma, graphic depiction of a car accident scene, mentions of character death; involves implied smut, kissing (lots of kissing), making out in public, emotional affection, sexual tension
↳ Word count | 4,5k words
↳ Author’s Note | I’m sorry this took so long. In case you’re wondering…yes, I did split the final chapter into two. Again. I’m sorry T^T I hope you’ll enjoy this one. The final, FINAL, chapter will be up soon!
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chapter xi. coming home-1
Seokjin didn’t wait for long before asking you out on that date.
Somehow, he had managed to arrange to have his parents take Soojin in their care by the end of the week, and he simply took the chance to make good of his promise of taking you out to dinner.
Just the two of you.
Alone.
On a real date.
It took you a while to let it sink in, to actually believe that the man who had been turning your life around with his presence for the past year and a half was asking you out. Before you knew it, the day finally came, and no matter what you did to prepare yourself for it, there was no denying how it still made you feel a bit dubious about it actually happening until he finally appeared at your door, looking marvellously handsome in his dress shirt and slacks and with his gorgeous smile greeting you the moment you opened the door for him.
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I want to live by myself when I move out of my parent's place but I'm really afraid of money problems? I'm afraid that the only place I can afford will be in the ghetto and it'll all be torn apart and I'll only be allowed to eat one granola bar a week. I'm really stressing out about this. I don't know anything about after school life. I don't know anything about paying bills or how to buy an apartment and it's really scaring me. is there anything you know that can help me?
HI darling,
I’ve actually got a super wonderful masterpost for you to check out:
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Grow Up and Buy Your Own Groceries (The Responsible One)
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30 books to read before you’re 30
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Once you’ve looked over all those cool links, I have some general advice for you on how you can have some sort of support system going for you:
Reasons to move out of home
You may decide to leave home for many different reasons, including:
wishing to live independently
location difficulties – for example, the need to move closer to university
conflict with your parents
being asked to leave by your parents.
Issues to consider when moving out of home
It’s common to be a little unsure when you make a decision like leaving home. You may choose to move, but find that you face problems you didn’t anticipate, such as:
Unreadiness – you may find you are not quite ready to handle all the responsibilities.
Money worries – bills including rent, utilities like gas and electricity and the cost of groceries may catch you by surprise, especially if you are used to your parents providing for everything. Debt may become an issue.
Flatmate problems – issues such as paying bills on time, sharing housework equally, friends who never pay board, but stay anyway, and lifestyle incompatibilities (such as a non-drug-user flatting with a drug user) may result in hostilities and arguments.
Your parents may be worried
Think about how your parents may be feeling and talk with them if they are worried about you. Most parents want their children to be happy and independent, but they might be concerned about a lot of different things. For example:
They may worry that you are not ready.
They may be sad because they will miss you.
They may think you shouldn’t leave home until you are married or have bought a house.
They may be concerned about the people you have chosen to live with.
Reassure your parents that you will keep in touch and visit regularly. Try to leave on a positive note. Hopefully, they are happy about your plans and support your decision.
Tips for a successful move
Tips include:
Don’t make a rash decision – consider the situation carefully. Are you ready to live independently? Do you make enough money to support yourself? Are you moving out for the right reasons?
Draw up a realistic budget – don’t forget to include ‘hidden’ expenses such as the property’s security deposit or bond (usually four weeks’ rent), connection fees for utilities, and home and contents insurance.
Communicate – avoid misunderstandings, hostilities and arguments by talking openly and respectfully about your concerns with flatmates and parents. Make sure you’re open to their point of view too – getting along is a two-way street.
Keep in touch – talk to your parents about regular home visits: for example, having Sunday night dinner together every week.
Work out acceptable behaviour – if your parents don’t like your flatmate(s), find out why. It is usually the behaviour rather than the person that causes offence (for example, swearing or smoking). Out of respect for your parents, ask your flatmate(s) to be on their best behaviour when your parents visit and do the same for them.
Ask for help – if things are becoming difficult, don’t be too proud to ask your parents for help. They have a lot of life experience.
If your family home does not provide support
Not everyone who leaves home can return home or ask their parents for help in times of trouble. If you have been thrown out of home or left home to escape abuse or conflict, you may be too young or unprepared to cope.
If you are a fostered child, you will have to leave the state-care system when you turn 18, but you may not be ready to make the sudden transition to independence.
If you need support, help is available from a range of community and government organisations. Assistance includes emergency accommodation and food vouchers. If you can’t call your parents or foster parents, call one of the associations below for information, advice and assistance.
Where to get help
Your doctor
Kids Helpline Tel. 1800 55 1800
Lifeline Tel. 13 11 44
Home Ground Services Tel. 1800 048 325
Relationships Australia Tel. 1300 364 277
Centrelink Crisis or Special Help Tel. 13 28 50
Tenants Union of Victoria Tel. (03) 9416 2577
Things to remember
Try to solve any problems before you leave home. Don’t leave because of a fight or other family difficulty if you can possibly avoid it.
Draw up a realistic budget that includes ‘hidden’ expenses, such as bond, connection fees for utilities, and home and contents insurance.
Remember that you can get help from a range of community and government organizations.
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even if you only reblog, that’s enough
1st of February, 2021
i was debating on whether or not i should post this on tumblr but seeing as there haven’t been posts about this yet, here it is. i’m exposing my real location and nationality but it doesn’t matter.
if you have been active on twitter, you may already know #savemyanmar is trending. long story short, there has been a military coup. several nations have released statements but i want to share insight on what’s happening in the country.
memes about a coup have been circulating around for a couple days and when i slept at 2 am last night, we were still under the rule of the National League for Democracy (NLD). while they are not technically democratic, they are the closest we’ve got. when my mother woke up at 6 this morning, she was notified that the country was now under the rule of the military.
banks services are no longer available. wifi was cut at around 7-8. some people got wifi again earlier but many got it barely thirty minutes ago. this is bad for businesses especially ones that require international communications. additionally, international students like myself are experiencing anxiety; how do we pay for and attend classes if we’re not sure wifi is a given?
myanmar has a long, complicated history with military governments. the last time the military went into rule was in 1962 and only stopped in 2011, following the 2010 elections. there was a huge protest in 1988 lead by students that resulted in lots of death. during the military junta, resources like rice, water, oil, were scarce. the gist is military rule is bad for us.
all of my followers are not myanmar citizens, i’m sure but as part of the international community, please help us. here is a petition that you can sign (although i’m not sure if that can do much). there may be protests in front of myanmar embassies so look out for those. most of all, please help spread awareness.
the people here are coping with dark humor, primarily in the form of memes but we don’t know how long this rule will last, even though the official statement said only a year. here’s something that pretty much sums up our coping mechanism:
again, even a reblog helps
update :: all telecommunication means will be cut off at 12 am MMT
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