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#anyway rlly excited to share this au i have plans !!

getlostsquidward · 2 years

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no cus i MOVED when u said ure planning to make a one shot and backstory in agathas pov like i WILL BE SEATED when it comes out (im obv ecstatic and cant stress it enough 😭)

also ofc id love to read your jen barkley / eve fletcher fics 🤝 in this house we stan the hottest kathryn hahn characters (theyre all obviously hot but i have my favorites HSKSHDJS) anyways im open to any works you'd like to share with us <33 tbh it feels illegal that we read works for free like how come we deserve authors like u yall literally are the backbones that keep the fandom alive and active like ????

(also sorry for bombarding ur inbox and being annoying JHDJSHDSJ i can be rlly talkative when im hyper or smth 😭🤸‍♀️)

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no worries ure fine!! it's not annoying and i actually get excited when i get asks like this 🥰

IKR?? PRECISELY WHY I STARTED WRITING LMAO it's frustrating when you're in a small fandom and there's only few contents. i live by the saying "by the fans, for the fans" 😌

this mother-in-law!agatha au really awakened something in us huh 🥵 and now she lives in our mind rent-free 25/8 just like y/n. it's precisely what she wants.

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jkstompers · 3 years

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noise complaints | myg

pairing: min yoongi x female reader

summary: yoongi is tired of his loud, video game addicted roommate, so he decides to move out and get his own apartment for some peace and quiet. but with his luck, gets you as his neighbor: a girl who plays bass in a band and hates the feeling of earbuds in her ears.

word count: 5.8k

genre: neighbor!au, producer yoongi, bassist oc, pwp ( ；∀；) i tried but rlly it’s just... smut

warnings: mature!! (18+!), explicit language, smut, making out, fingering, dom!yoongi, he’s a little mean

author’s note: hi!!!!!! in honor of yoongi’s birthday, i wanted to post this fic that i had sitting in my drafts! i hope u enjoy!! (´⌣`ʃƪ) pls let me know what u think!

banner pic creds here <3

yoongi doesn’t know how to tell his roomate, mark, that his gaming obsession has driven him to take extreme measures that consist of: moving out. he never stops playing video games. all day, all night, his eyes are fixed on the computer or tv screen, always screaming to his team mates about where to go or who’s fucking up. yoongi’s not sure if he can take it anymore.

he’s finally saved up enough to move into an apartment of his own, he’s been planning this for almost 6 months; already visited the apartment complex, discussed prices, background checks, etc. all yoongi really needs to do is finish signing the papers and start moving in.

he decides to just let mark know, no sugarcoat. as yoongi expected, mark practically begs on his knees for him to stay. his parents are paying for his share of the apartment but only if he splits the cost with a roommate, but yoongi’s gone through two years of it already, he’s over it. over the next few days, mark watches yoongi dejectedly as he packs his things.

by the end of the week, yoongi has finished packing and already signed the lease. he tells mark ‘good luck’ and leaves him in the dust, hopefully he’ll find another roommate, but that’s beyond yoongi’s concern now. all he has to worry about now is unpacking his boxes in his brand new apartment.

he looks around at the empty space, with the boxes cornered in one section. he smiles to himself, no noisy roomates, no unwashed dishes, no dirty laundry, ah, finally. peace and qui—

and that’s when he hears the blare of your speakers, it’s not loud enough for the entire complex to hear, but the music obviously bleeds through the shared wall. yoongi groans, knowing that this could be a complete repeat of mark. he’s not sure if he should knock on your door and ask you to lower the music down, it’s only his first day here. don’t you treat your neighbors with respect? why are you so loud?

yoongi decides to ignore it for now. he unpacks his things and starts furnishing the room so he can have a place to sleep for the night. when everything is put together, he feels the weight of the day; how much he’s been lifting and how he’s now renting an apartment hits him all at once. the dull pain resonates in his arms, his head starting to ache, and you’re still playing your fucking music. he can’t take it anymore, especially not with this ache getting worse.

yoongi feels his fist knock angrily against your door three times, he waits for you to open the door. except, he was not expecting a pretty girl to answer, he was expecting maybe an obnoxious frat guy; he’s absolutely flustered. you stand there and look up at him confused, “hi? did you need something?” your voice snaps him out of his thoughts.

“i’m— uh, i’m your neighbor, i’m sorry to disrupt, but if you could just lower your music down a bit, i’m really tired, and—” he starts but a gasp of excitement leaves you, cutting him off.

“my neighbor?! that apartment has been empty for so long! i’m so sorry, i was just so used to no one being able to hear! welcome! i’m ___!” you greet him cheerfully, taking his hands into yours and shaking them. yoongi feels his cheeks turn pink, your hands are soft and you’re so pretty.

“my name is yoongi,” he replies, he stands there not really knowing how to respond to the way you’re so excited. he wishes he could reciprocate but his head is pounding, all he wants to do is sleep.

you pick up on his energy, letting go of his hands to wave him off, “i’ll turn the music off for today, get some rest, yoongi, if you need help, some sugar or something, you can always just knock on my door,” you smile.

yoongi nods, “thank you, ___, goodnight.”

“goodnight, yoongi! nice meeting you,” you reply, closing your door. you blush behind the door, a neighbor? a cute one at that? there’s a sudden rush of adrenaline pulsing through your veins, testing you, telling you to blast your music just so he could come back and you could look at him one more time. but you decide it’s better not to, he said he was tired, maybe tomorrow.

yoongi returns to his apartment, thankful that you kept to your word and kept the music off. his body drifts his pounding head to sleep.

two weeks had gone by before yoongi’s eyes, he spent most of it buying furniture since the apartment looked so bare. one upside to a loft apartment was that he didn’t have to buy too much furniture, a bed, a couch, a tv, and maybe a rug was enough for him, for now of course.

in the time that’s passed, he’s learned that you like playing music when you’re studying, cleaning, when you’re doing anything really. whenever he thinks it’s too loud, he knocks through the wall, you get the hint most of the time. he’s also learned that you can play the bass and that you’re in a band. speaking of that, you’re having a meeting with them right now, and yoongi can hear every word of it.

your band mates decided to barge into your apartment today, waking you from your study nap and telling you that you all need to practice. the volume of their voices is jarring, you never realized how loud you and your surroundings were until yoongi moved in. you’re suddenly conscious about your volume at all times, his knocks whenever you were loud always made you feel terrible, but you couldn’t help but blush whenever you thought of him. you were torn, be loud and get his attention or be quiet and get on his good side.

“___! grab your shit and let’s go!” jungkook shouts. he’s the guitarist and lead singer of the band; he gets impatient sometimes.

“oh just let her daydream for a little bit, she’s probably thinking about her hot neighbor,” seulgi teases. she’s the drummer and your best friend. you don’t let her comment pass so easily, but you try to ignore the way your face heats up.

“you think he’s hot?” you quip back. a smirk on your face as you zip your bass into it’s case. yoongi is surprised at the way he can hear your voices so clearly, he wonders if you guys always talk this loud or if the walls are really that thin. “you haven’t even seen him yet,” you lug your bag over your shoulder.

“he sounds hot.” she shrugs, taking a bite of the apple she stole from your fruit basket. jungkook grows more and more antsy the longer you both talk.

“where’s taehyung anyway?” you ask. the realization comes to you when you feel a missing presence, knowing your 4th member would say something about yoongi.

“how nice of you to finally ask, he’s been waiting in the car for you slow pokes, let’s get going.” jungkook rushes, pushing you and seulgi out of the door. you turn to lock the door when you hear the door to your left slide open.

“oh my god, jungkook look, he’s hot.” seulgi smacks jungkook’s shoulder to make him look. your eyes are glued on the figure standing outside of apartment 77.

“hi— hey, yoongi,” you greet him while locking your door. it’s embarrassing the way the three of you are all almost drooling at the sight of him.

“hi, ___,” he sends a small smile to you, looking over to your bandmates hesitantly. yoongi notices jungkook, an assumption is made in his head almost immediately, boyfriend?

you scramble next to them and introduce them, “yoongi, these are my bandmates, seulgi, she plays the drums, and jungkook, he plays guitar and sings, there’s taehyung too, he plays guitar too but he— he’s um, in the car.”

“ah, nice to meet you.” he nods, greeting them as well. “i actually have to get to work, but it was cool meeting you all,” he excuses himself. you all wave to him.

“way to be fucking awkward guys,” you scold them when you’re all walking to the car. taehyung looks up from his phone to see the three of you walking his way, he starts the car once you open the door.

“hey, not our fault he’s good looking,” jungkook shrugs and seulgi holds her hand up for a high five, which he gladly gives her.

“not fair! you guys got to see ___’s hot neighbor while i was stuck in the car? i knew i should have just came in,” taehyung grumbles, pulling out of the apartment complex’s parking lot.

“it just so happened that he was leaving his apartment the same time we were, maybe you’ll meet him too tae,” you rub his arm. a somewhat sarcastic tone in your voice. taehyung rolls his eyes, starting the drive to the studio.

the music in the car was overshadowed by taehyung and seulgi arguing about when you and yoongi would finally hook up. you had to remind them that he hasn’t even been here a month yet, and that you guys barely talk besides the small hellos and awkward run ins when you’re doing laundry. it seems to keep them quiet, taehyung parks in the lot and you all move into the studio, making your way to the practice room the owners thankfully let you use to rehearse.

a couple songs are played and you all vote for a break. taehyung and jungkook having a guitar battle, seulgi leaning back against the wall on her phone, and you, need to pee! you leave the room and use the bathroom as usual, but a familiar bleach blonde head turns the corner and starts to walk down the hallway towards you, the breath you’re holding turns into a gasp when you realize it’s him. “yoongi?! why are you here?”

he looks up from the ground, looking as surprised as you when he realizes you were talking to him, “i work here, why are you here? are you following me?” he grills, you scoff at the question.

“i’m with my band, we’re rehearsing,” you explain. he raises his eyebrows, you’re not sure what it means. “you don’t believe me?” you pose.

“it’s just a little suspicious,” he shrugs, yoongi knows exactly what he’s doing. he hopes his hint makes sense to you, he’s never really been good at flirting. a familiar feeling erupts in his stomach, one that people could call butterflies whenever he saw you. he really just wants to see you play, and to hear you sing, that’s what he wants the most.

“uh, i can bring you to them? i promise i’m here with my band,” you laugh, warmth spreading to your cheeks. there is no way in hell that you’re going to play in front of yoongi. you were confident sure, but your embarrassing crush on him will make your fingers shake when you try to press the strings down. it’ll be a shitshow!

“can i pee first?” his small laugh brings a smile to your face. boys pee fast, you’ve learned that over time, so yoongi doesn’t take long. you’re both walking back down the hallway, “your boyfriend isn’t angry that you’re with me?” the random question makes your steps stutter.

“i’m sorry, what? boyfriend?” your eyebrows are furrowed as you stare up at him, his face isn’t showing any sign of humor, he’s serious.

“you’re not dating one of your band mates? isn’t that how it usually goes?” his lips purse as you continue to walk to the room that your band is occupying, he’s so serious that it makes you laugh.

“oh my god, yoongi, i’m single as a pringle, they’re my best friends, our number one rule is to never date within the band, that’s how things get messy,” you explain. a weight is taken off of yoongi’s shoulders, it wasn’t his fault he thought of it; you’re beautiful and surrounded by people that probably want you as much as he does.

“oh,” he answers, you both turn the corner and approach the door, “good to know.” the door opens to your three members looking at the two of you with raised eyebrows.

“oh my god, it’s him,” seulgi points to yoongi with her drumstick. you wave your hand to signal her to put it down, ‘it’s rude!’ you mouth.

“are you yoongi?” taehyung asks, taking his guitar and putting it down on it’s stand. yoongi nods, holding his hand out to shake taehyung’s, which he doesn’t take. instead taehyung pulls him into a hug, yoongi doesn’t expect the sudden action of affection, his arms not knowing what to do. “it’s so nice to finally meet you! ___ talks about you a lot,” taehyung’s confession makes your face flush.

“taehyung! what the fuck!? i’ve talked about you like twice, yoongi, i swear,” you defend yourself, pushing taehyung off of him. you laugh awkwardly, yoongi shoots you both a gummy smile.

“nice to meet you, taehyung,” he completely ignores your defense. he finds it cute, your flustered face as you try to tell taehyung to shut up.

“anyways,” you huff. “yoongi thinks i followed him here, so i am showing proof that i’m actually here with you guys and not stalking him.”

your friends snort at the same time, “actually, yoongi, we have no idea who this girl is! i think she’s following you,” taehyung whisper-shouts, you smack his shoulder.

“no but really, ___ we were just gonna call it a day, seulgi said she has to go to a family dinner soon and taehyung said he was hungry,” jungkook speaks up. it’s then that you realize that their instruments were almost all packed. yoongi looks down at you, a small smile on his face once he realizes what they’re trying to do.

“i leave to pee for five minutes and you guys hatch a plan to ditch me?!” you cross your arms over your chest.

“well… we just told you, so, technically we didn’t ditch you, also i can’t drop you off, yoongi, you can drop her off, right?” taehyung smiles to him.

“i—“ yoongi starts but you cut him off with plans to scold your members. they knew exactly what they were doing and you weren’t having it.

“taehyung, you’re dropping me off, let’s not bother yoongi,” you move to pack your bass but yoongi shakes his head.

“i can drop you off,” he smiles.

“oh, see! perfect! thank you, yoongi.” taehyung grabs his hand and gives him a good shake, before you know it your members are out the door.

you sigh as you lift your case and sling it over your shoulder, “it’s okay, yoongi, i can walk.”

he rolls his eyes, “don’t be ridiculous, are you hungry? we can eat first.”

his hand is outstretched and you’re not sure what it means, does he want to hold your hand? but no, he’s asking for your bass, so he can hold it instead of you. you reject his offer, “i can hold it.”

“you’re really stubborn,” he notes. it makes you snort.

“you’re not into stubborn girls?” the joke slips from your mouth before you can think.

this is the perfect time, yoongi thinks. “if it’s you, maybe i’ll make an exception.”

you try your best not to show any type of reaction, but you can’t really ignore the way your heartbeat quickened. yoongi leads you to his car, putting your bass in the trunk as you get comfortable in the front seat. he follows you soon enough and is driving out of the studio parking lot.

“you don’t have to work?” you question. getting into the car of someone you barely know is quite risky of you, but he was your neighbor, and he was hot. that doesn’t give you a reason to trust him, though for some reason, you think you can rely on yoongi, it’s a gut feeling.

“technically i work all day, i’m on my own schedule, i basically spend the entire day in the studio,” he explains. his focus is on the road but from his peripheral he can see your body turned to him, and your eyes glued on him.

“workaholic?” you guessed, he smiles.

“you could say that.”

“that’s good then, i’m giving you a reason for a break!” you clap, your nervousness fading as you start to get comfy with yoongi.

a friendship blooms from that lucky, odd encounter that day.

you forgot how long it’s been since you officially met yoongi and spent the day with him, maybe two months? three months ago? you never kept track. but you do remember that things changed after that. the two of you so obviously flirting with each other whenever you had the chance. yoongi would offer you a ride to the studio, which you greedily took whenever he asked; because he was a cool guy to be with, and in all honesty you were trying to put the moves on him. you’re not sure if he’s taking the hints though, you’ve never been good at the shy type of flirting, most of the time you’re upfront.

speaking of being upfront: yoongi hasn’t really been complaining about your noise lately, and it’s been eerily quiet on his end. no knocks on the wall when your volume was a tad bit higher than usual, no texts telling you to ‘be quiet’ when you were practicing late at night, nothing. you figure it’s because the two of you have grown a lot closer. hanging out together and even making some inside jokes together type of close.

it’s soon that you figure out why yoongi hasn’t been upfront, complaining to you about your noise, because he talked to your apartment manager about it. you knew namjoon well, he was one of your classmates in college. his father originally owned the place, so he’s been taking over for him. you’ve grown close to namjoon due to situations that left you outside of your apartment multiple times without your keys. his master key saved your ass one too many times. so, when you received a letter from him in the mail this morning with a big red ‘important’ stamp on it. you knew you were in trouble.

the words noise complaints, your neighbor, and eviction were the only ones you needed to read for you to be stomping towards yoongi’s apartment. you didn’t care that it was ten in the morning and you’re banging on yoongi’s door. you knocked nonstop until he opened up. his sleepy face scrunched in confusion as he stood before you.

“___? what’s wrong?” his morning voice could have made you melt, if you weren’t so fucking angry. you step past him, moving inside his apartment. “okay, come in, i guess,” yoongi says as he shuts the door behind you.

“you complained about me?! i got a fucking letter from namjoon! he never sends letters!” you raise your voice. it’s too early in the morning to be yelling, your voice is a bit rough, it sounds like you’re croaking.

it’s also way too early for yoongi to be dealing with this, so his voice is soft when he says, “be quiet, we’re gonna get complaints from the other neighbors now too.” he walks up to you and your very angry expression. he just looks so kissable right now, it’s making you angrier. how could he look so perfect when you’re mad at him? that’s so rude!

you lower your voice when you ask, complying to his demand. you cross your arms over your chest, “why would you do that?”

yoongi laughs.

it makes your eyebrows furrow. was he not taking you seriously? you loved this apartment, you needed to live here. it makes the anger boil a little hotter. “you think this is funny, yoongi? i’ve—” your voice is raising once more.

this time yoongi rolls his eyes. “shut up.” his voice grew deeper than it already was, the bass traveling straight to your lower belly.

you try to act as if it had no effect on you, but your small silence before you spoke made things a little obvious. “excuse me? shut up?” you scoff. your feet carrying you closer to yoongi, breaking the distance in effort to intimidate. yoongi wasn’t one to be scared, if anything, he found it funnier.

but the way that your pretty face looks when you’re angry makes yoongi want to do more, wants to push and push because he can feel the tension between you both. you can too. “yeah, you’re so goddamn loud all the time, shut the fuck up.” he moves a little closer, the distance between you both is almost none.

it makes your eyes flicker to his lips. here you were, thinking that you were gonna teach yoongi a lesson, yet you want to kiss him. “want me to shut up?” your eyes move back to his, making eye contact. he licks his lips in anticipation. “make me,” you press.

you feel his soft hand against your cheek first, leading you to his lips. then it was the plush of his lips against yours. this feeling could definitely make you shut up. before you knew it, you were pushing yoongi over to his couch. he breaks the kiss to plop down onto the couch, you follow suit, straddling his lap.

“if you wanted to make out with me, you could have just asked.” you spoke before reattaching your lips.

he smiles into the kiss, “where’s the fun in that?”

the kiss deepens, tongues exploring each other’s mouths and small whimpers escaping your throat. they go straight to yoongi’s groin, you can feel his hard cock against your core through your sweatpants. instinctively, you grind down, the feeling makes him groan out.

his large hands move to your ass, running over them and trailing up to your waist. his hands sliding under your shirt, you know you aren’t wearing a bra, and yoongi finds out soon after. his thumbs running right over your hard nipples, “eager?” he smirks.

you roll your eyes, “i’m just cold.” the lie makes yoongi scoff, tweaking your nipples between his thumb and index fingers. now, goosebumps raise over your skin, and it wasn’t because of the cold.

“take your shirt off,” he speaks against your lips. usually, you weren’t one to follow orders, your rebellious spirit screaming in your head, telling you to take control. but you’ve never wanted anything more than to let yoongi have you, let him do whatever he wants to you. because outside of this, he just seems so nice, never mean, never demanding. you can’t help but indulge in this new side of yoongi you’ve discovered.

so you’re taking your shirt off, the breeze created by his air conditioner makes you shiver, but yoongi's warm hands are there to comfort you. running them over your breasts, squeezing them just right as he kisses down your throat. “y-yoongi—” you whimper. his lips find a certain spot that has you grinding harder onto his dick.

“you aren’t very patient,” he speaks against your skin. “i’ll let it slide this time.” a tender kiss to your neck is placed before he lingers on the spot a little longer, sucking and licking, making sure to leave a pretty red mark. he makes his way to your nipple, wrapping his mouth around the bud and sucking. the feeling makes you throw your head back, his hand tweaks your other nipple, refusing to neglect it.

it was true, you were not patient. you hated waiting too long for something, just like how you hate the feeling of your warm core go uncared for. the grinding wasn’t enough at this point, you wanted more, needed it really. “are you gonna fuck me or not?” you push him gently off of your nipple.

an almost annoyed gaze is painted on his face, “are you going to beg?” he quirks an eyebrow.

you weren’t one to plead, “no.”

“then no,” he asserts. you purse your lips, complete dissatisfaction displayed on your face. “don’t worry, kitten, i’ll make you feel good.” yoongi gives in. he didn’t know how long he could hold back, your attitude makes him want to check you, make you cum as many times he wants you to until you’re obeying.

the nickname makes you drip. he’s pushing up from below, his leg kneeling onto the couch as he lays you down. your head lays against the pillow he has on the couch, yoongi gives you a swift kiss before he moves down, trailing kisses on the valley of your breasts and your stomach, stopping just before the waistband of your sweatpants. “yoongi,” you mewl.

“hm? wanna beg now?” he challenges. his fingers teasingly slipping under the band. your body reacts so easily to his touch, your hips slightly jerking up at the graze of his hands.

but you’re stubborn, not wanting to let yoongi win even though the only thing you want right now is for him to make you feel good. “no, never.” you shake your head.

yoongi doesn't verbally reply, instead, nodding and smirking to himself. “can i eat you out then?” he asks. you don’t trust your words, so you nod, knowing you’ll fall into the trap yoongi has set. “i need to hear you say it, kitten.”

“yes,” you quickly say.

yoongi quirks a brow. “yes, what?”

you roll your eyes, just once, you tell yourself. “yes, please.”

“good girl,” he praises. you hate to admit that you liked the way he called you a good girl. your sweatpants and panties are pulled down at the same time, revealing your wet pussy. “so pretty, baby.” he positions himself between your spread legs. you bite your bottom lip in anticipation.

kisses against your thighs and pubic bone are what he starts off with, then a brief kiss to your clit that makes you gasp. “oh, god—” you lean your head back against the couch.

“also, just to let you know, the letter was a joke,” yoongi breathes. mouth ghosting your lips, where you need him the most.

at first you didn’t pay attention to what he said, a hum leaving your lips until then you realized, “what?!”

“i thought it’d be funny to scare you a little bit, namjoon and i are friends, i asked him if he could do it for me.” he explains with a smile on his face.

you rolled your eyes. you knew it was too serious to be namjoon, his style was more so speaking, not letters. you couldn’t be mad at him, at least you weren’t in trouble. but you play it up for the fun, “will you make it up to me?” a sly look on your face.

“what do you want?” he leans his head against your thigh, waiting patiently for your answer. his fingers ever so gently running up and down your thighs.

“your cock,” you demand with a mischievous smile. your hands run through his hair, eyes pleading because you won’t allow your mouth to let the words out.

yoongi acts like he thinks about it, but all he truly wants, is to devour your and make you feel so good. “you don’t deserve it.” he denies you of the pleasure you want, but he surprises you, running his tongue along your slit.

“oh— oh, yoongi,” you mewl. your hands moving to play with your boobs, but yoongi knocks your hands away. he directs them to his hair, telling you to pull. his hands replace yours, playing and tweaking with your nipples as his tongue does the work.

“taste so good, baby.” yoongi loves the sight of you so vulnerable in front of him. you’re bare, naked while yoongi still has all his clothes on. he loves it. your eager body twitching from the ministrations of his tongue. he pulls away for a second, “don’t cum until i say so.”

“that’s not— umph!” you start but yoongi retracts his hands from your breasts, bringing them back to your thighs to spread them further apart. your lips reveal your sweet spot for yoongi to take, and he’s relentless. the taste of you on his tongue drives him crazy. “that’s not fair,” you moan out.

yoongi doesn’t care. he loves being in control. so when your phone starts to ring, yoongi thinks this is the best time to assert dominance. “answer it,” he commands. he pulls away from your pussy, the loss of the feeling of his tongue makes you groan out in displeasure. in turn, yoongi rubs his middle and ring fingers against your clit. it makes you gasp. he slips the fingers in, your walls pulsating against his fingers. another moan leaves your lips. you were completely ignoring the rings coming from your phone. he repeats himself, “answer the phone, baby.”

“but,” you spoke. your worry being that you were so wound up and yoongi’s fingers were still residing inside of you. you knew it would be way too obvious.

“they won’t know,” he assures. a gentle touch against your thigh comforting you, making you believe this was a good idea.

your fucked out brain obliges, your hand moving to reach for your phone. jungkook’s contact name displayed on the screen, you press the green button and place the phone next to your ear. “jungkook? what’s up?” you answer. yoongi’s eyes locked onto yours as you speak.

“speaker,” he mouths. you nod, mindlessly obliging. taking the phone away from your ear and pressing the speaker button. his fingers dangerously still in your pussy, ready to cause chaos whenever he felt like it.

“dude! guess fucking what!” jungkook shouts over the phone. yoongi pushes deeper, bottoming out his fingers. it makes your eyes roll back, a quiet gasp escaping your lips.

you’re moving the phone away so he doesn’t hear it, but yoongi is pushing your hand back into position. “what?” you cough, trying to cover the noise.

“you okay? you sound… weird.” jungkook snorts over the phone, you can hear seulgi and taehyung in the back, their bickering all too familiar.

“i— i’m good.” you nod even though he can’t see you.

“okay, well, this guy from a record label called earlier, he said he wants to take us all out to eat and talk about our future!” jungkook informs. your eyes widen. a record deal?! even yoongi reacts, a cute, surprised look on his face. how funny was it that you were receiving this news with yoongi’s fingers fucking you.

“you’re lying.” you sit up a little bit, leaning onto your forearm. yoongi decides to be nice, letting his fingers stay stagnant in your hole so you can enjoy the news.

“i’m serious! we’re on the way to yours right now to pick you up, be ready in five minutes,” he tells you.

“right now?!” you exclaim. yoongi smirks, starting to pumping his fingers in and out of you, making your breaths a little more labored. “oh— fuck,” you groaned, you tried to cover it up by making it sound like you were annoyed. but anyone could be able to tell what you were doing, the squelch of your pussy loud enough for the entire apartment complex to hear probably.

“what the hell are you—” jungkook starts but you cut him off, yoongi’s fingers moving faster and the string in your belly about to snap from the tension.

“okay, jungkook! bye! love you! see you in a bit!” you rush the words out and press the big red button to hang up, throwing your phone onto the floor as yoongi leans over you with a smile on his face.

“congratulations, baby.” he punctuates his sentence with a quick circle around your clit. you’re so wound up, you could feel tears starting to build up in your eyes.

“yoongi, please, please let me cum.” you beg, giving in to his desires. the sound of your begging is music to his ears. he smirks, quickening the tight circles around your clit. your legs spreading wider if that was even possible.

yoongi’s plans were cut short due to your new plans, but he didn’t mind. he was happy for you, and he’s never wanted to make someone cum as much as he does now. “alright, kitten, cum whenever you want,” he whispers in your ear. his fingers coated in your wetness gliding against your clit, it feels way too good. the string in your belly snapping as soon as he gave you permission.

you found yourself letting out some of the loudest moans because yoongi was just that good. “holy fuck, yoongi,” you gasp. your chest rises and falls quickly, taking in as many breaths as possible.

“good job, baby.” he kisses your neck, letting you recover before slipping his fingers out and bringing them up to your lips. at first you furrow your eyebrows, this isn’t something you usually do; but when he says, “open,” you find yourself obliging easily. “good girl,” he smiles as you suck your cum off of his fingers.

you pull his fingers from your mouth when you’re sure you’ve sucked them clean, “i got a record deal dinner, min!” you rush to put your clothes on. yoongi tries his best to help, but all he wants to do is give you a big hug. he lets you put your clothes on before he’s holding you in his grasp, while you’re trying to make your way to his door. the two of you wobbling to his door.

“let me kiss you first, rockstar.” he smiles, his hand gently taking ahold of your face and giving you a kiss. it tastes just like you, the sultry memory that will live in yoongi’s brain for as long as it’s able.

he tries to kiss you once more, but you’re pushing him away. “i gotta go, yoongi,” you giggle. his hands holding you close to him, your back pressed against his front door as you kiss each other sloppily. “yoongi!” you smile, more laughs erupting as he helps you open the door. as soon as the door slides open, yoongi’s eyes move behind you, a sly smile on his face.

you turn to see your three band mates, all of their mouths agape. “i fucking told you! pay up, idiots!” seulgi smacks the both taehyung and jungkook’s shoulders.

your face blushes tomato red. you try to hide your face as you open your apartment door. before you turn the key, you hear yoongi congratulate the four of you. “good luck at your label meeting! make sure they don’t scam you,” he advises. your bandmates laugh, thanking yoongi and moving into your apartment. they don’t let you live down the embarrassment for the entire night.

when you come back home, you sit on your couch. a smile taking over your face when you think about how great the day was. you think the dinner went perfect, and when you hear a knock on your door, it has you rushing to open it.

yoongi stands outside your door with a cupcake and a single lit candle stuck in it. “congratulations!— it went well right?”

you stand in front of him, a sweet smile on your face as you nod. “i think they loved us,” you pull him into your apartment.

“of course they did! you guys are amazing!” yoongi hugs you, holding the cupcake above your head so it doesn’t get in your hair.

the rest of the night you and yoongi enjoy each other’s presence and the two of you talk about everything and nothing.

yoongi says the cupcake is just for you, but you take a knife and split it, “for us.” you give him a quick peck before eating your half, and then kissing him once more.

for us. it repeats in yoongi’s mind.

us.

yeah, he’d like that.

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blxetsi · 3 years

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Hello! I love your blog and writing so much! May I please request modern au dating hcs for Mikasa?

tysm for requesting ilysm 🙈💥

i also went a bit overboard i hope thats okay !!

modern mikasa ackerman dating headcanons

lowercase intended !

college!mikasa ackerman x gn!reader

- eren finds out abt her crush on you. idc idc

- mf may be dense sometimes but he isnt stupid, he KNOWS what mikasa acts like when shes in the presence of her crush,, he would know bc he was one ;)

- anyways, maybe your like, going up to ask mikasa for her notes from last class, or just chatting with them to be friendly

- either way mikasa goes from 😳 to 😐 real quick

- shes very quiet which youre used to so you dont really think too long abt her lack of communication. its literally just you and eren talking at this point

- after you leave to,,, idk sit under a tree ?? erens immediately turning to mikasa being like "okay tell me everything"

- she denies the crush on u 😔💔

- but then eren tells armin.

- and eren has a big mouth so who knows who else he told ??

- so finally, after beating up eren for spilling the beans she tells her two closest friends EVERYTHING

- like from how nice your hair smells to how pretty she finds your eyes. how she loves your sense of style. she just likes everything about you

- erens like "i mean yeah theyre rlly cute but like,,, what do you like about them that isnt physical 😐"

- mikasa starts blushing HARD. and slowly goes to her bedroom in their shared apartment, before slinking back out holding a crinkly folded piece of paper.

- its something you wrote and it says "thanks for studying with me mikasa !! let me treat you to boba as a thanks. youre so sweet, ill see you next class babie"

- erens looking at the note like 😐 mf is this it ??

- armins flipping it back and forth and reading it over and over again

- mikasa just says "theyre kind to everyone. and theyre funny. i just like them a lot."

- erens like 🙄 k but armins all for it

- then they start coming up with a plan to get you to like mikasa back (even though mikasa doesnt want that)

- erens an asshole and says "mikasa i love you and you will always be my number one, HOWEVER. they might just see you as a friend, OR WORSE. an aquaintance. we gotta make u so cool that youre irresistable"

- now mikasa is a bit worried

- HOWEVER. what none of those idiots know is that YOU have had a fat crush on mikasa since you asked her for a pencil at the beginning of the semester 😍 she stared at u like 😐✏️ and u were like "omg thanks 😊" w a little blush on ur cheeks bc mikasa's hot

- i mean,, if you didnt like mikasa WHY would you have invited her out for boba ?? one, who doesnt like boba ?? and two,, doesnt that count as a date ? u didnt know but u just wanted to like ✨subtly✨ shoot your shot

- but that was almost a month ago and she hasnt said yes. so you assume she didnt wanna go

- a few days go by after mikasa tells her friends all about her crush. and like,,, they do nothing ?? what happened to the big plan of making mikasa seem like the coolest person around ?

- it turns out eren doesnt know enough about you to know what you like. and ur dumbass friends aint help either.

- so one day he finds you and mikasa coming out of your shared class, your talking about something and mikasa is just nodding with a blush on her cheeks.

- he runs up to both of you before saying "hey just to let you know mikasa has a big crush on you. and she'd love to go get boba with you 😁👍"

- mikasa gets so red in the face and starts smacking him with her binder. you couldnt stop it even if you tried

- after literally YELLING at them for their attention you just turn to mikasa like "please get boba with me 🥺" and she cant resist

- and then the rest is history 😌✨

- after the boba date you learned so much about her and vice versa. you guys were like,, closer than ever. always going to her apartment or her coming to your dorm

- you guys would have sleepovers very frequently. nothing ever happens but you two like being so close with each other

- and you guys do a lot together when you arent busy with school or work or friends

- mikasa takes you to cool museums and art galleries

- you take her to cool shops downtown and parks

- its so fun

- but you cant help but wonder if youre dating or not ?? like do you have the right to call mikasa your gf ?? you guys havent kissed on the lips but she always kisses your head when you cuddle, and you always take each other out on dates

- on the day you finally bring it up during one of your sleepovers. shes on her back and youre almost on top of her with your arms around her shoulders and your face smushed into her chest

- u just kinda mumble "are you my girlfriend ?"

- and its SILENT.

- u start freaking out bc "omg she doesnt like me 😁👍 im gonna cry"

- until she just quietly says. "yes."

- OFNWIDNKWSMWKKWKALSMQLSME

- ur gonna marry this girl 😐

- her love language ?? definitely acts of service. idc idc.

- when u sleep over shes making you tea without u asking. (u said u liked lavender tea ONCE and this bith got a whole container 😭😭)

- when you have movie nights with her, eren, and armin she always chooses a movie you like ("no we arent watching the florida project again armin cried last time" "yeah but y/n loves it so" "this feels like oppression mikasa" "okay and ?")

- is also very protective. she hears mfs in the halls talking shit about you ?? shes shutting them up with her glare

- also u know how isayama made her goth in his like, highschool thingy ?? yeah 😍

- #gothmikasasupremacy

- she makes her eyeliner and shadow messy on purpose.

- you love just laying her down on her bed and straddling her, just leaning over and doing her makeup for her (jules and anna tease 🙈✨)

- sometimes you guys go to thrift stores and pick out outfits for each other

- one time you found this GORGEOUS floral sundress and she physically shivered from the thought of wearing

- tried it on and looked SO BEAUTIFUL, but it wasnt her style 😐

- also doesnt tell her parents about you ?? not bc shes embarassed or anything but just because she knows her dad is gonna be like "who are they ? what are they like ? where do they live ? whats their major ? where are they from ? whats their zodiac sign ?"

- he doesnt do it to play the "overprotective dad" role but because hes genuinely curious and excited

- she brings you home for the first time and youre so surprised because this tall blond man is her FATHER ?? she looks so much like her mom though its not even funny

- for dinner her mom and dad made traditional japanese food 😭😭 it was so good omfg

- also this has nothing to do with dating headcanons but mikasa used to live off of lunchables as a kid. was literally addicted to the rubber like ham 😍

- her mom is so sweet, and she shows you all of the stuff she's embroidered all these years

- her dad is so extroverted, he loves telling dad jokes. you find them HILARIOUS but mikasa sits there like 😐👍

- he DEMANDS you guys play scrabble. he says it help him figure out who you are as a person. now youre scared 😁👍

- anyways

- you love giving her little kisses on her lips because one, you get some of her moisturizing lip gloss on your lips and two, she blushes SO HARD

- one time you two were on a date and you ran into her ex. whos literally so scary

- her name is annie and shes blonde and muscular and rlly hot but has that same blank stare as mikasa

- you feel kinda weird bc how did she go from being with ANNIE to you ??

- you ask her abt it and shes like "oh yeah we dated in our last year of high school. im much happier with you" and now youre feeling all giggly and happy bc mikasa doesnt lie 😭😭

- u roll around on her bed with your cheeks squished together to hide your blush bc you feel so good that she said that

- she just rolls her eyes before getting on top of you and taking your hands away from your face

- she gives u kisses all over before putting the final one on your lips. its such a soft and sweet moment with just the two of you, you cant help but confirm what youve already thought:

youre gonna marry her one day.

a/n

i REAAALLLLYYYY enjoyed making this oml. i hope u all enjoyed this !! remember: requests r open for anything aot OR u can give me ideas for other fandoms to write for

kk goodbye friends 🤩🤩🤩

#attack on titan headcanons #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #mikasa ackerman #mikasa ackerman x reader #eren jaeger #eren yeager #armin arlert #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin imagine

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threeletterslife · 3 years

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True Love at First Sight

→ [5/7] of the Society Series

→ summary: One day, you will find your true love the moment you lay your eyes on him. Then, your life will be set. Then, you will live your happily ever after. But life seems to have different plans for you.

→ pairing/rating: hoseok x reader | PG-15

→ genre: 98% fluff, 2% angst | soulmate!au & dystopian!au

→ warnings: profanity, a super sexist society, the patriarchy (*gasp* being even more oppressive than irl which idk how that’s possible but ok), multiple conversations about sex, implied sex, hoseok being a woke king (which isn’t rlly a warning but i just wanna let you know 😌)

→ wordcount: 10.8k

Today is the day of Truve. It falls every year on the romantic date of February 14th, otherwise known as Valentine's Day. And quite objectively, it's the best day of the year.

You're bouncing up and down in your seat, unable to control your jittered nerves. "Pick me!" you yell at your instructor in your high-pitched seven-year-old voice. "Pick me! Pick me! Pick me!!"

Your instructor shakes her head at you, tsk-ing her tongue. "That's not very ladylike," she sniffs, turning her nose up in the air. Instead, she picks on your shy, polite best friend, Kiyoung. "Go on," your instructor urges Kiyoung. "Who would be your ideal Truve Choice?"

Kiyoung squirms in her seat, too demure to announce to the rest of the girls in her class her theoretical match. She'd always liked to keep her thoughts and preferences private.

"I can tell you my Truve Choice!!" you screech at the top of your lungs. You stand up on your chair, waving your arms around. "Pick me!"

Your instructor sighs. Your instructor last year... and the year before that had warned her of you and how... excited you get when the day of Truve rolls around. They definitely had not been bluffing. Normally, you're obedient, polite, kind, proper—just like how a lady should be. But you put your etiquette on halt when it comes to Truve Day.

Every year, the girls go around telling others about their inevitable Truve Choice. Most girls are excited—that's normal. But you, on the other hand. You practically live for that special Truve Choice you'll get to make when you're eighteen years old. Being excited would be an understatement for you.

"All right," your instructor sighs. She's not supposed to encourage unfeminine behavior, but if calling on you will keep you quiet afterward, then yes. She'll call on you a thousand times over. "Who would be your ideal Truve Choice, Y/N?"

You let out a giddy giggle. "Oh, he's going to be my prince!" you shout, wrapping your arms around yourself and blushing at the thought. "He'll be my true love! We're going to live happily ever after! Together! He'll love me and I'll love him! We're going to be the best couple on the planet!!"

Your instructor is silent. "Uh, yes, Y/N. He uh, he sounds like a fine Truve Choice..." She quickly moves on without another second of hesitation. "Kiyoung, are you ready to share?"

Kiyoung nervously bites her lip. "I want him to be in the teaching division," she says shyly. "A-And with black hair... Brown eyes maybe? Dimples too?"

"Sounds like a beautiful choice!" your instructor gushes. "Anyone else like to share?"

And so it goes on.

"I want him to be tall and handsome! With pretty lips and a small face!"

"I want him to be in the math division! And he has to have ash-blond hair!"

"Well, I want him to be shorter—but taller than me—and have the prettiest blue eyes I've ever seen!"

It seems that except for you, everyone's caught up with their future Truve Choice's appearances—as convention calls for. But you don't really care who your true love looks like, contrary to what your instructors have urged you to focus on. You just want someone who will love you. That's what you're looking for. Your soulmate. That's the whole point of Truve Day, anyways—to find your soulmate (hideous or not). Except your friends don't understand that looks aren't everything.

"What are you going to do if you get matched with someone ugly?" Haeun giggles. "What if he's short and pudgy and smelly?"

"He won't be!" you argue, face turning red with embarrassment. "If I love him that much, he won't ever be short and pudgy and smelly in my eyes!"

The other girls laugh at you.

You whirl at your best friend Kiyoung for support, but she averts her eyes. Looks like you're on your own. Again.

"Fine!" you shriek. "Laugh all you want! I'm going to find my prince!"

The laughter grows louder and louder the more you've walked away from the group of sneering girls. It's as if they're mocking you for fleeing their incessant teasing. You find yourself running after that, your legs moving swiftly and your feet thudding on the grass. When you finally stop for breath, you find yourself in front of the vast, marble wall. The wall that divides the girls from the boys. The sacred wall.

You touch the cold surface, tears streaming down your face. It won't be another decade until you'll finally be able to see a boy—no, a man—in real life. Exactly ten years from now, on the day of Truve, you'll find your soulmate. He just doesn't know you exist yet. But you'll find him. And then you're going to prove all the girls in your class wrong. They'll see. You'll meet your prince.

He's waiting for you behind this wall.

Classes are intriguing for you.

You learn how to be the best wife possible. Cooking, pottery, cleaning, organizing, decorating, caring for children. You learn it all, and your instructors love you. They all believe that one day, you'll grow up to be a model woman—a woman that the society of Truve will approve of.

Bright, chipper and eager to learn, you swear that you will be the best possible soulmate to your Truve Choice. And to be an excellent soulmate or wife (the two words are used interchangeably), you need to pay attention in your classes. There are no boys here to distract you. In fact, the boys are a reward. After years of school, you'll finally be able to meet a man in the Truve Ceremony and put everything you've learned in your classes to use.

The day of Truve is closer than ever. And this year, you won't be sitting in your class, announcing your soulmate preferences to the rest of the girls. No. This year, you'll be in the ceremony. And after this year, you'll finally be able to leave the Female Village—just like the boys of age will leave the Male Village. Finally, you'll be able to enter the Common Villa, where both sexes live in union. It is a sign of maturation, of growth. You can't wait to find your match.

Just thinking about the day of Truve makes you feel giddy. So giddy that you feel as if you're going to throw up. The process is ingrained in your brain. For years, your instructors have drilled that information into you. You could probably recite the whole ceremony step by step in your sleep. But then again, it's not a difficult process either.

The girls dress head to toe in the color red. The boys do the same except in a masculine shade of blue. Girls gather on the right side of the Matching Hall, boys on the left. There is a large purple curtain between the two sides, hiding the girls from the boys and the boys from the girls. But once the curtain is lifted, both groups will get their first real sight of the opposite sex. The matching commences. The first person that catches your eye on the other side is your soulmate. It's as simple as that. And when you hold hands with your soulmate, your red attire and his blue clothes will morph into a shared color of romantic purple. It is the reification of a match—a true love.

For years, you've dreamed of the day where you hold hands with a mystery man. A man who is your true love. You've dreamed of walking into that Matching Hall in your perfect little red dress (the one you bought four years ago and have saved until now) and walking out of that same hall with a new life, a new love and a new purple-colored dress.

Now, your dreams don't seem so far away.

"Can you believe that Truve is in just four days?" Haeun says.

"No, not at all," Kiyoung giggles politely. "I bet Y/N's especially delighted."

"Oh, you have no idea!" you exclaim.

"We know, we know," Yumi laughs. "Remember when the four of us tried to climb over the wall to get to the Male Village? All Y/N's idea."

Your face heats up in embarrassment. "That was one time. And we got in enough trouble to last a lifetime. But I can't help it. I mean, all our lives, we've been preparing for this moment, guys. Aren't you excited to meet your soulmates??"

"I am," Kiyoung says. "But a little nervous, too. You know what's supposed to happen the night after you meet your Truve match..."

"A bangin' night of sex?" Yumi snorts. "Y/N's probably planned out all of her moves already."

"I-I have not!"

"C'mon, Y/N, we all saw you staying up for extra hours trying to read that male anatomy book," Haeun teases.

"It was part of a class requirement!"

"It's okay," Kiyoung says, patting your back. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to know how to please your partner."

"They say the books only teach you so much," Haeun whispers, lowering her voice. "I mean, they say the experience is what gets them going."

"Really???" Your eyes widen. "What if I can't please him the right way the first time??"

"It can't be that hard," Yumi snorts. "I mean, just stuff the dick in your mouth and see what happens."

Kiyoung blushes a bright pink. "W-We shouldn't be talking about stuff like that."

"Where did you even learn about that anyways?" Haeun laughs, nudging Yumi.

"Oh, from here and there," she laughs. "Good sex leads to a good partnership. And it doesn't help to be attracted to them physically," she says with faux wisdom enlaced in her words.

"I'm gonna cry if I don't get a man who's tall and handsome. Pretty lips and a small face should be a damn requirement!" Haeun pouts. "And Kiyoung, what if you don't find a guy with brown eyes and dimples, huh?"

Kiyoung shakes her head, biting her lip in thought. "I have no idea... I'm just hoping for the best."

"If my partner doesn't end up in the math division I'm gonna quit." Yumi rolls her eyes. "I swear, something about mathematicians and ash-blond hair turns me on."

You stay silent, playing with your hair awkwardly. Even now, you don't find physical requirements at the top of your list. You'll be happy to be with anyone. As long as they love you back. As long as they're your worthy Truve Choice and your destined soulmate.

It's true that classes have emphasized sex and pleasure to keep relationships afloat. You doubt that's false information too. But... You think there should be something more than sexual tension, physical attraction with your Truve Choice. There should be unadulterated love. And love transcends physical qualities.

Your friends might never understand.

Your hands shake as you spritz your favorite perfume all over your neck, dousing yourself in the most effeminate-smelling aromas of roses and daisies and tulips. For the hundredth time, you check your appearance in the mirror. Your nervous face looks back at you. Careful not to wipe your sweaty hands on your red dress, you make your way over to your dorm's sink to wash them.

"You're washing your hands, again?" Haeun says, peering in from her side of the room. Her red dress sparkles in the sunlight and her lips are painted in the same, alluring shade. She looks beautiful and not a hint of nervosity is in her eyes, unlike you.

"I'm sweating so much. Fuck," you hiss, wiping your hands on a paper towel. Your stomach twists in knots. "This isn't how I expected to feel, Haeun."

"Relax, you look beautiful," she tells you. "You might want to stop sweating though. Or else your makeup's gonna slide off your face!"

You laugh at her teasing words. "You're seriously not nervous?"

"Of course not," Haeun says. "I know I'll find my perfect Truve Choice. I can feel it."

"No, no, I'm not worried about finding a Truve Choice... I'm just worried about tonight," you sigh, collapsing on the pure white covers of your bed. "Our first night with our partner... What if I chicken out?"

"Well, you better not."

"Real comforting, Haeun."

"If you don't want to do anything too frisky then just suck him off and call it a day," she says, shrugging her shoulders. "I'm sure your prince will understand."

"What if I can't even do that right??"

"No one does it right the first time," Haeun laughs. "That's why you do it every day so you can get better."

"Really??"

"Really."

"And how the hell do you know this, again?"

"Yumi," comes Haeun's simple answer. "I don't know what strings that girl pulled, but she knows everything. I'd be surprised if she even somehow lost her virginity."

You gasp. "She wouldn't. Our first nights are supposed to be with our soulmate!"

"Her soulmate doesn't have to know," Haeun says, winking.

"You guys are insane," you sigh.

"Less insane than you," Haeun replies. "Imagine going into the Matching Hall with no idea what your soulmate's gonna look like!"

You huff. "Fine. Maybe I am being unconventional."

Haeun gasps. "Rule-follower Y/N being unconventional?" She puts a dramatic hand to her heart. "The world must be ending!" You roll your eyes, making Haeun laugh even harder. "No, but besides the jokes, Y/N, I'm sure you'll find someone special. You know, someone special enough to be your prince."

Usually, Haeun is the one teasing you about your nonexistent soulmate preferences, but she sounds sincere and genuine today.

"Thanks," you reply. "I hope you find a guy with pretty lips and a small face."

Haeun snorts (something that her instructors have criticized over and over again for being quite unladylike). "I better."

The Matching Hall is grand—grander than your wildest fantasies, which is essentially saying a lot. Your hands clutch around your red dress as you look around you. Right now, you're lost in a sea of red. Other girls are chattering, fluffing up their dresses and fixing their hair one last time. You're too nervous to speak—there's a lump stuck in your throat.

Soon, the purple curtains will be lifted and the matching will start... Your heart beats in your head. Yumi and Haeun look as casual as ever, chatting amongst themselves. You and Kiyoung stand in the corner, observing the hall and collecting your thoughts.

"You're nervous too?" Kiyoung asks you, her voice soft and quivering.

"Of course I am!"

Kiyoung laughs. "It's just that you've always excelled in school. With the high marks and all, you know? You're gonna be an amazing wife, Y/N."

"Thanks," you say. "But what about you? You're sweet and dainty and quiet. Men would love you."

Kiyoung twists the red fabric of her modest-looking dress. "What if I'm too quiet? I don't know... you've always been the model woman, Y/N. Sometimes I wish I were more like you."

You're shocked to hear that. "Kiyoung! You can't say that!"

"Haeun and Yumi are jealous of you too," Kiyoung pipes up in her small voice. "They tease you relentlessly but that's just because they know they can't be as perfect as you."

You laugh. "They tease me because they care. Not because they're jealous!"

"You don't have to worry, Y/N," Kiyoung says. "Or be nervous for that matter. You'll find the best husband out of the four of us."

"We'll all find husbands suited for us," you say, smiling at your best friend. "I guess we shouldn't be so nervous."

Kiyoung nods.

And both of you hold your breaths as the curtains are slowly drawn up and the other side comes into view. You squint, unable to see any outlines but a sea of blue looking across from you. Kiyoung squeaks and freezes on the spot. With your mouth agape, you travel closer and closer.

When the purple curtain is no longer in view, you know that the matching has begun. Your head reels when you catch glimpses of these boys—these men. They look different from what you've seen in the textbooks. They range in all sizes and shapes and have different features as well. Some are softer looking and others look rather... gruff. It's just so much to take in and process in such little time.

Before you know it, some of the girls are already holding their partner's hands, their clothes morphing into a conjoined shade of purple. Your eyes widen upon witnessing such a fascinating phenomenon. They've already found their soulmates.

Your throat suddenly constricts, and you nearly forget how to breathe for a moment. Rapidly, you twist around, desperation beginning to settle in. Where's your prince?

You see Haeun out of the corner of your eye, courting a tall, handsome boy with thick lips and a small, beautiful face. She had gotten what she wanted. When you turn around, you see Yumi, holding the hand of an intelligent-looking boy with ash-blond hair. Your eyes enlarge when you see shy Kiyoung, approaching a man with soft brown eyes and dimples.

It's unladylike, but you curse in your head. You should've made physical guidelines too. Why had you been trying to be so different? Your stubbornness had gotten the best of you. Now, how are you going to choose a partner?

You frantically glance around, weaving in and out between the matched soulmates, frantically trying to catch sight of a man—any man—wearing blue. But there are barely any left. Matches are being made in mere seconds. And you're behind. All because you decided to put faith in your heart.

That should've been you, falling in love at first sight. But you're left, head whirling with despondent thoughts and eyes welling up with tears. Where is your prince charming?

No one ever told you what would happen if you weren't able to find a match. Will you be ostracized by society?

Why is no one meeting your eye? You feel unavoided and unloved and unwanted. Your fantasy bubble is just about to pop when—

"Hello."

You freeze.

"Hello," the voice says again. Smooth yet full of energy. Bright but robust at the same time. "I'm Hoseok."

You whirl around and see a boy in blue. He—Hoseok—has a clear-cut jawline, well-brushed and gelled brown hair and the prettiest nose you've ever seen on anyone in your life. His eyes stare at you in round, curious ovals. One look at him and you've fallen in love. "O-Oh, hi," you stutter out, quickly wiping away the tears that had welled up in your eyes. "I'm Y/N..."

"Great," he says, staring awkwardly at your face. "Um, shall we...?" Hoseok asks, gesturing towards your hand.

"Yes, yes please."

When his hand touches yours, you feel the sparks fly, the fireworks going off in your head. It's like magic when your red clothes and his blue clothes morph into a pretty shade of purple.

He's perfect. Everything you didn't know you wanted.

You've found your soulmate.

The whole day takes you by a storm. You are dragged, left and right, to sign the marriage contract, to get fitted into a pure white gown and get your pictures taken and framed. To lease your own home and move in with the few belongings you were allowed to pack. To start a new life with your new spouse.

Now, it's night.

You'd fixed an impressionable first meal consisting of three extravagant courses—a menu you'd been planning to cook for your soulmate since four years ago. Hoseok had complimented your cooking skills but had said nothing more.

He's a shy lad, you realize. He rarely speaks, and when he does, it's to make a short, concise remark. But you don't mind. There's a certain allure to his silence and reclusiveness. But the real worry is not the dinner. It isn't Hoseok's shyness either. It's the traditional act and duty of consummating the marriage that must take place by bedtime.

You nervously twist your lace nightgown, the soft, flowy fabric glowing in the moonlight—pearly white to symbolize your chastity. Hoseok sits on the bed, back turned to you. You could probably count the number of sentences he'd spoken to you today with both hands.

"Hoseok...?" you call to him, curiously. If he had not shifted in his seat, you would've thought he'd fallen asleep sitting up.

"Hm?" he says.

You nervously twist your ring around your finger. "Um, I was just wondering about... um..." You trail off, awkwardly, feeling your face heating up at the thought of vocalizing such a debauched deed.

"Sex?" he says.

You flinch at his bluntness and the harshness of his voice.

"If it's all right with you, I want to skip it," he says. He doesn't even turn around to face you, ignoring your presence completely. It's as if he's speaking to your ghost—as if he's pretending you don't exist, standing behind him in your innocent attire.

"Skip it??"

"They don't check, you know," comes his answer. Hoseok slips under the covers, keeping his back towards you. "Good night, then, Y/N."

Your jaw drops open and it stays there for quite some time—the pose is unattractive and quite unladylike but you can't help it. A marriage without consummation? A man refusing to have sex? Your school never taught you how to handle these problems. It was always about what you could do as the woman to the man, your husband. But it looks like you don't have to do anything for your soulmate.

You look awkwardly at your bare legs and the king-sized bed Hoseok is already sleeping on. His soft snores indicate that he is, indeed, already in dreamland. The eventful day must've tired him out. Unlike your husband, however, you're unable to fall asleep. And with the question of sex out the window, you don't feel particularly worried either. Just confused. Perplexed.

The lace on your nightgown is almost unbearably itchy, but you don't dare take it off. Instead, you grit your teeth and slide into the bed with Hoseok, who refuses to move or acknowledge your presence at all. But you never know when he'll change his mind. (You remember having a whole lesson on the unpredictable male sex drive.) So you keep the silk slip on, which, unfortunately for you, was designed more for appearance rather than comfort.

And it happens to be quite a long night. Mainly because Hoseok never wakes you up to have sex. But also because the nightgown causes some form of a rash on your body; you're up all night itching yourself. The little sleep you get allows you to think about Hoseok's behavior, though.

Maybe he's a bit of a late bloomer. Most males are extremely hormonal—the first fact the girls are taught in the extensive units of sex ed. They would dive in head-first for any chance to have sex. Or maybe Hoseok's nervous about the morning, where he'll have to go out and find a job to support his new family. Or... (and this one concerns you the most) maybe he doesn't find you attractive. He hadn't seen your face when he'd signaled for your attention at the ceremony. What if you have an attractive backside but an ugly front?? The thought keeps you up all night.

In the morning, Hoseok wakes up to you (with prominent dark circles under your eyes) cooking a classic breakfast. From time to time, you pause what you're doing to itch at the red rash all over your neck and back. But Hoseok's glad that you've changed into more comfortable clothing.

"Good morning," he says. And instead of sitting down at the small breakfast table, he takes the spatula from your surprised hands and begins to skillfully flip the pancakes.

"Oh! Hoseok," you say, surprised, stumbling back. "It's okay, I can make breakfast. It's my job as your wife."

Hoseok shakes his head. "No, I insist. Besides, you have a bad rash right now. You should go get some ointment and put it on. I'll finish making breakfast."

He is peculiar, that Jung Hoseok. Men are supposed to fall at your feet over your cooking skills. They're supposed to lounge around and relax while you complete your house chores. Then, it would be your turn to relax when the men go to work. You don't know what game Hoseok is trying to play, and you're not sure you like it.

By the time you get the ointment, slather it over your irritated skin and come back to the kitchen, Hoseok's already waiting for you with breakfast set up on the dining table. You frown slightly.

That's supposed to be your job... What you trained to do for your whole life. Hm. Your soulmate is unconventional. You'll give him that. But he's also attractive and somewhat considerate too. You shrug it off. You'll get used to it eventually.

"So, any idea what you're gonna choose for a career?" you ask politely, sliding into your seat.

Hoseok nods. "I was thinking a technician? Just a job that lets me work in silence."

"Sounds nice!" you exclaim, but it comes out too enthusiastically and you can see Hoseok visibly flinch. Feeling embarrassed and dejected, you slide into your seat, too humiliated to even reach forward and daintily eat your pancakes as they taught you in school.

After a while, Hoseok stops eating and looks up at you. "Are you not hungry?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

"Oh! Sorry, I mean..." You struggle to find your words. "WelI, I was too busy admiring you."

It's a perfect answer. Men love sweet talk that boosts their ego—you've memorized a total of 160 different phrases to say to them and another 160 "not safe for work" versions as well. But you should've known it wouldn't work for Hoseok.

"Sorry?" Hoseok frowns. He quickly dabs at his mouth with a napkin and stands up from his seat, beginning to clear away his plate.

"Wait!" you call. "I'll do that. Um, you can go prepare for work!"

"Nonsense," Hoseok replies. "I'll clean my half of the dishes."

You can't even protest when Hoseok hogs the whole sink, insisting that he does your job. You're awkwardly cast to the side, unsure of what to do and what to think. Are you supposed to be grateful that he's being helpful? Or should you feel threatened? He can't take away your sole purpose!

Carefully, you watch Hoseok as he dutifully washes the dishes, humming a low tune under his breath. He's a handsome man. Even without styled hair and nice clothes, he glows. He's your soulmate. Yet why is he acting like you two are strangers? You're supposed to be in love.

"I would help more but I'll be late for work then," Hoseok says, breaking you out of your thoughts. "You can do the rest right?" He points at the half uncleared table.

"Yeah, of course." You watch as Hoseok makes his way to the bedroom to change into his work attire.

What a strange man.

When Hoseok comes home by 6 o'clock, you've already cleaned the house (twice) and cooked another delicious dinner. You welcome your soulmate home from his first day of work with open arms, but he swiftly steps to the side, indicating that he needs his space. You give it to him, though feeling rejected.

"How was the first day, love?" you ask, your voice rising three pitches higher when you utter the pet name.

Hoseok doesn't seem to notice though. "It was fine," he says. "I'm a technician now." He pauses, staring at the steaming meal placed in front of him. "Maybe I can teach you the works some time."

You cock your head. Strange, indeed. But you feign a little giggle and play off his eccentricity as nothing. "Oh, Hoseok! Your job is yours to keep! I wouldn't want to learn anything about it. Besides, my job is to keep this house tidy and keep you well-fed, isn't it?"

Your soulmate visibly slumps in his seat. You wonder if you said anything wrong.

"I'm sorry," you apologize, though you're not really sure what you're apologizing for. "Maybe... I've made you uncomfortable...?"

Hoseok shakes his head. "Not at all." Yet he doesn't elaborate and it leaves you questioning everything.

"You would not believe what I get to work with!" Haeun squeals the moment she sits down at her pretty dining table. She'd invited you and your two other friends over—your first meet-up as wives living in the Common Villa.

"What?" you, Kiyoung and Yumi chorus with genuine curiosity.

"He's literally packing," she giggles. "And he's the best goddamn match I've ever had in my life!"

Yumi rolls her eyes. "He's the only match you've had, Haeun."

"Oh, whatever." Haeun brushes off Yumi's comment. "His name is Seokjin, and he's so handsome that he's gonna work as a model."

"What's he like?" Kiyoung asks with round eyes.

"He's so funny!" Haeun giggles. "He tells me so many jokes, and he lightens up the mood wherever he goes. He's the biggest sweetheart ever."

Yumi laughs. "So you got a romantic?"

"There's nothing wrong with a romantic," Kiyoung smiles. "Namjoon's a romantic too. He wrote a poem for me in his free time, and it was beautiful."

"Well, I don't need jokes or poems," Yumi says, leaning back in her seat. "Yoongi has an insane sex drive. The man can go on and on for hours." She winks. "Sometimes, I don't even know how I'm still walking."

Your friends gasp and giggle politely, hands over your mouths, covering your reactions—as you were taught as women should.

"Y/N, you're godawfully quiet. What cat got your tongue?" Haeun snorts. "How's Hoseok?"

"He's uh," you pause, trying to find a word that could describe your relationship with him. "He's great."

"Just great?" Kiyoung says. "He's so handsome! Of course, I love my Namjoon. But Hoseok seems like he would make a very good soulmate."

"Yeah, he is," you say, forcing a smile.

You feel out of place amongst your friends. Their wild sex stories and romantic endeavors with their partners are making you feel just a tad bit jealous. Why haven't you done anything with Hoseok yet? Did he not think you were his soulmate? Does he not love you as you love him? You would do anything for your partner. Hoseok can't even kiss you goodbye before he leaves for work in the morning.

But you don't want to tell your friends that you're having partner troubles. You were always the one dreaming of your prince... It would be embarrassing to admit that Hoseok was anything but the man of your dreams. Which was unfortunate because you had little to no guidelines for your ideal man—only that he'd love you back. Was it really that hard?

You come home to Hoseok cleaning up the mess you'd made in front of the living room television after you'd been watching your favorite soap opera. Your cheeks heat in embarrassment. You're supposed to clean up after his messes. What is he doing?

"Did you have fun with your friends?" he asks the moment he sees you. He gives you a friendly smile, which you reciprocate automatically and by reflex.

"Yeah," you say. No, you think.

He stands up, brushing off his hands and walking towards you. "I feel like we got off on the wrong foot," he says.

You raise your eyebrows. "We did?"

"I don't want our relationship to be awkward," he says.

"Me neither," you agree. "I just want to spend quality time with you... you know, as my soulmate."

Hoseok nods as if he understands. "I want to spend more time with you too. Most of all, I want to get to know you."

You agree. "I would like that a lot, Hoseok."

"But I think we should share household chores."

You draw the line there.

"Why?" you say, cocking your head to the side. "I'm just genuinely curious," you add on quickly. "I do the household chores like I was taught to do, and you come home from a long day of work and get the rest you deserve. It makes sense, right?"

Hoseok scratches his chin thoughtfully. "I just don't like the fact that you're obligated to feel responsible for the messes that I've made."

You laugh at his strange logic. "Hoseok, I'd be glad to clean up your messes! That's what soulmates do for each other!"

"I think we need to prove ourselves as soulmates first, don't you think?"

"What do you mean?" you say, a bit puzzled. "We became soulmates the moment our eyes met on Truve Day."

Hoseok hums, but he refuses to elaborate—much to your despair. "It's a strange place we live in, hm?"

You scrunch your nose. "Or maybe you're the strange person living in a normal place."

Hoseok laughs. "That may be true too."

"But look," you say, grabbing Hoseok's hand and encompassing it in yours. "It's better this way. Everything's divided. Everything's organized. Everyone's pleased."

Everyone except you. But you don't say that out loud.

Hoseok doesn't answer. Instead, he squeezes your hand once, then lets go. "Only time can tell," he says before disappearing into the bedroom.

You're left more puzzled than before.

Too slowly, a year flows by.

Every day is the same—with the exact same conversations and attitude from Hoseok. You've gotten used to having a platonic relationship with him, but it feels out of place. Wrong, even. Your other friends are starting to make great advancements in their marriages (pregnancies, planning for children, preparing to become parents), and they talk about it often too.

But you never have anything new to share.

Of course, you have nothing against the love of your life. He's kind, respectful and definitely a hard-worker (helping you out with your chores while also dutifully going to his job every weekday). He sits through your sitcoms for you and you sit through his boring nature documentaries. The two of you often converse over dinner and while cleaning up after the meal. Then, you slip under the covers of the same bed and sleep to do it all over again the next day.

Sometimes, you wonder if Hoseok even loves you.

It's been a year. And you're still a virgin. If your friends knew... you're not sure how they'd react. But you would certainly be embarrassed.

Today happens to be your worst nightmare unfolding before your eyes.

"So," Haeun says, patting her slightly protruding belly. She had just given everyone a brief rundown of her pregnancy, which everyone congratulated her warmly about. But it looks like now, Haeun's bored and wants someone else to do the talking. "Any updates about Hoseok, Y/N?"

You flinch when she says your name. "Relax, Y/N!" Yumi laughs. "We're all just curious about what's going on in the Jung house. Right, girls?"

Even Kiyoung nods eagerly. "You never tell us anything!" she says.

"And to think you were the one who was the most obsessed with the idea of meeting your soulmate," Haeun snorts. "Why so silent now?"

Yumi gasps, lowering her voice. "Is he not good in bed?"

Your cheeks flush and you look down at the surface of Kiyoung's vintage coffee table.

"He is bad in bed!" Haeun jumps to conclude. "Oh, Y/N... I'm so sorry."

You shake your head in frustration. "No, no. He's not bad in bed," you say, defending your partner. "I mean... Um, I wouldn't know if he's bad or not, that is."

At that, your three friends gasp loudly in unison.

"You mean to tell me," Yumi says, recovering from her shock. "You mean to say that... you're still a virgin??" she whispers the term like it's some forbidden word.

"Well, yeah..." You squirm in your seat, grabbing fistfuls of your dress to keep yourself from completely losing your mind.

"It's been a year, though..." Kiyoung says, wide-eyed. "I don't mean to pry but what have you been doing?"

You sigh. Maybe it's time to come clean to your best friends.

"That's the thing," you say, slowly, carefully. "Um, we haven't exactly done anything."

"Are you sure you're not half a virgin?" Yumi frowns. "I mean, you must've done something on the night of Truve, right? You didn't even suck him off? No sexual contact at all?"

"It's been a purely platonic relationship," you say, biting the inside of your cheek. "Should I be worried?"

Kiyoung averts your eye contact. Haeun suddenly becomes very busy petting her stomach. Yumi's the only one who's looking straight at you.

"Yumi?" you plead.

"I don't know what to tell you, Y/N," she sighs after a long moment of silence. "He might be batting for the other team... if you know what I mean."

"Yumi!" Kiyoung gasps. "Don't say that!"

"I mean, it's a possibility," Yumi says, shrugging.

"He could be imprisoned if that's true!" you shriek, burying your face in your hands. "He wouldn't, right?" you mumble. "He can't be..."

"Maybe he's just embarrassed," Haeun offers. "Maybe he, you know... he has a hard time getting it up?"

You groan in your hands. "I'm not attractive enough for him, aren't I?"

"Oh, don't say that, Y/N," Kiyoung says. She pats your back, trying to console you. "He has to be shy. Or maybe Haeun's right. Maybe he does have erectile dysfunction. The two of you should try to talk it out."

"But what if Yumi's right??" you say, running your fingers through your hair. "What if he is batting for the other team??"

Yumi looks guilty for even suggesting the idea in the first place. "It's just a small chance," she says. "He probably isn't. Kiyoung's right, anyways. You should just talk to him."

Your friends make it sound so easy... But sometimes, talking to Jung Hoseok is like talking to a brick wall.

Hoseok's waiting for you with some cut up fruit on the table and a fresh pie from the bakery down the street. "Hey," he greets you with a small smile. "Did you have fun?"

"Ye—" but you cut yourself off. You decide you're going to be honest and direct with him now. You'll take your friends' advice and talk to this man. You want to figure out what's wrong. To save this relationship.

"No," you say. "No, I didn't have fun."

Hoseok looks surprised. "Did something happen?" A flicker of worry fleets across his face. "We can talk about it if you want."

You gratefully take his invitation. "Yes, something did happen," you say rather stiffly. You sit up straight on the dining chair and sigh, putting your hands on your lap. "It's about us."

"Us?" Hoseok looks confused. "What do we have to do with your girl's night out?"

It's a fair question. "My friends and I were talking about you."

Hoseok is still puzzled, judging by his furrowed brows and slightly squinted eyes. "Can I ask why?"

"It's just that..." you pause to sigh, running your fingers through your hair. "I just don't think our relationship has advanced like my friends' relationships have. I mean, look, Kiyoung and Namjoon are taking lessons to prepare to become parents before they even try for a baby. Haeun's already pregnant. And who knows when Yumi's going to announce out of the blue that she's going to have twins??" You stop, looking him dead in the eyes. "I just think that... I don't know... Sometimes, I don't even think you love me."

Your soulmate looks quite taken aback by your accusation but he unsurprisingly maintains his cool. "Y/N..." he calls your name, his softened eyes staring in your teary-eyed ones. "I care about you. You know that?"

You scoff. "When have you acted like it?" you say, letting your tears roll down your face. "I'm not even half a virgin, Hoseok. I am one."

Hoseok shakes his head. "I just don't find sex as an act I should do before I love someone."

"But you do love me!" you say, raising your voice. "You chose me!" Before Hoseok can answer, you shake your head, holding up your hand. "I'm not finished. If you had a problem with me, you could've said something. Why did you string me along for a whole damn year only to toss me aside and ignore me? Refuse to love me? I-Is it... Is it because... y-you're...? Gay?" you whisper the last portion. "Is that why you can't love me?"

Hoseok's eyes turn wide and he shakes his head vigorously. "Y/N, I'm not gay."

"Then what is it, Hoseok? What's keeping you from loving me?" you sob.

Your sole wish had been to find a prince who loved you back. To find a soulmate that could make you feel over the moon and on cloud nine at the same time. You had such few expectations... No expectations, really. Love is already supposed to be a factor in your Truve Match. So what had gone so wrong?

Hoseok sighs, scratching the back of his head in a rather awkward manner. "I just don't believe in it."

"Believe in what?" you say, letting out an exasperated sigh.

"In true love. I think it's bullshit."

You nearly fall out of your chair. "You can't say that!"

"I can," he replies, simply and calmly. "I don't find it romantic or love-inducing to see someone attractive and then claim them as my soulmate. What about compatible personalities? What about living habits? What about our likes and dislikes? It's impossible to fall in love at first sight."

You scoff, standing up from your chair. "If it's so impossible, then why does our society have the best marriage statistics in the world? Why do we have a zero percent divorce rate, huh? Something's working, I believe." You cross your arms, beginning to think what your soulmate stands for is unbelievable.

"That's why they shove so much sex ed knowledge down our throats to keep us happy," Hoseok says. "Do your friends talk about anything other than sex with their partners?" He raises his eyebrows when you stutter to say something but ultimately come up with nothing.

Just last week, Yumi had confessed that she barely knew what Yoongi sounded like outside the bedroom—when he wasn't whispering dirty things in her ear. You and your friends had taken that as a funny joke. But now...

"The preoccupation with virginity and purity and sex!" Hoseok says, raising his voice. "It's all a social construct!"

He watches you cry in disbelief but he can't help but continue.

"It's an illusion, Y/N," he says. "Couples depend on their physical relationship to get them through. Instead of the emotional or mental aspects. And then they convince themselves that their relationship is completely fine because they're soulmates."

With shaking hands, you manage to wipe your tears away. "Why did you choose me if you never thought love at first sight was real? Why did you choose me if you never believed in true love??"

Hoseok pauses, biting his lip. "Well... That was different."

"How?" You frown.

"For years I planned to stand in protest... To remain the last one standing as the only person left in blue. I wasn't going to find a match. Wasn't even going to try..."

"What changed?"

"I saw you."

"So you did love me at first sight!"

"No," Hoseok says, shaking his head. "I didn't. I saw you about to cry and well, truth be told I felt bad for you."

Your bubble bursts.

Your soulmate is not really your soulmate. He didn't choose you because he loved you. He chose you because he pitied you. You feel numb.

"There's no such thing as true love," Hoseok says. "It just isn't possible. Especially not at first sight."

But even though you feel dejected and should feel deterred from ever progressing your relationship with Hoseok—who isn't really your soulmate—you feel hope inside of you. A little thought that maybe... maybe you can fix this. If what Hoseok says is true, maybe you can make him learn to love you. Not through a sex-based relationship. But something else. Something deeper.

You still have hope.

"I want to try learning to strengthen our mental and emotional relationship," you say, wiping the last of your tears away with a swipe of your sleeve.

Hoseok raises his eyebrows, looking a bit surprised. He had expected you to back down. To find a new soulmate. To find a better man who would be better suited for your idealistic expectations. But maybe he had judged you wrongly. You're a lot stronger than you think. And even though he's never told you out loud, it's something that he's noticed in you over the course of the year of living with you.

You often underestimate yourself.

A small smile stretches across Hoseok's lips. "It's not necessarily something you can learn from a textbook," he says. "It's something that happens more gradually."

Ever since your big talk with Hoseok, things have been just a slightly bit more awkward than normal. Which is saying a lot. You'd said you wanted to develop a better relationship with Hoseok, but you aren't quite sure how to go about that idea. After all, school never taught you how to do it. You're lost.

Until Hoseok comes up to you on Saturday morning with a cup of steaming coffee in his hand. He hands it to you and smiles at you brightly. It's a small gesture, but it's enough to make your whole day.

"Listen," he says. "I feel like I need to get out an apology. A genuine one. I know you had big hopes for your soulmate. And I really weighed you down this past year. So I decided that I'm going to take you out on a date."

Your eyes grow wide. "A date?"

Dates are old-fashioned—almost obsolete. Most couples these days prefer to spend time with each other in the bedroom. But a date does sound quite nice. A date is a step further from where you were with Hoseok before. A date will suffice. Yes, a date would be great.

"Yes, a date," Hoseok says, echoing your thoughts. "How about a trip to the bakery? I noticed you like pies. Why don't we taste test a few?"

"T-Today?" you stutter out of excitement.

"If that's okay with you."

"Yes!" you exclaim. "Yes! That's amazing!"

You practically fly to the bedroom to get ready, and hearing Hoseok's kind laughter from the kitchen warms your cheeks.

"Mmm, this one's so good! It's totally my favorite," you sigh happily, closing your eyes to savor the taste of the tangy raspberries mixed with fresh cream.

"You've been saying that for every new pie you've tried!" Hoseok laughs. "Here, try this one." He carefully brings a forkful of a new kind of pie to your lips. Slightly blushing at his action, you lean forward and capture the slice in your mouth.

"Mmm!" you say as the citrus taste bursts on your tongue, your eyes turning wide as you begin to chew. "The texture!" you compliment. "Key lime? This one has to be my favorite."

"What about the chocolate mousse one?" Hoseok asks.

You giggle. "Oh, I forgot about that!" After trying one bite of that pie, you almost devoured the whole thing on the spot—if Hoseok hadn't stopped you, that is. "I don't think I can ever choose just one to take home."

"I'll help you decide, then," Hoseok laughs.

"No way," you say. "You like the pies with walnuts in them!"

"Walnuts are good for you!" Hoseok protests.

"They certainly don't taste like it."

Hoseok rolls his eyes but he smiles and tells the baker that you'll take a half pie order of blackberry pie and another half of whipped banana cream pie. Your eyes widen at his choices. How did he know?? Though you did technically say every pie was your favorite, your secret ideal picks had indeed been the blackberry pie and the whipped banana cream pie.

When you walk back home side by side with Hoseok, he reveals his strategy. "You had extended 'mmmm's' for your two top favorites," he says. "Thankfully, I noticed, right?"

You smile, cheeks feeling warmed at his sheer attentiveness. "Yeah... right."

After a week of watching you stuff pie in your face, Hoseok comes home from work to a special surprise of his own.

"Ta-da!" you shout with jazz fingers. "Look what I made!"

You have your baking apron on and there's practically flour everywhere, but sitting neatly on the dining table in all its glory is—a maple walnut pie. Hoseok's favorite.

"I didn't exactly have time to clean up the kitchen," you confess, sheepishly. "But I'll get to it now!"

Soon, you find Hoseok on his hands and knees, helping you scrub the flour off the floors of the house. Though you protest and tell him that this is, indeed, your job, Hoseok just laughs it off.

"It's another societal norm that can afford to be broken," he says, smiling.

You cock your head. "Well, okay!" you finally say with a shrug. "I guess that means we'll have more time to eat pie now."

"Now that's great thinking."

It's really starting to look like the more you set aside time for each other, the more it looks like your relationship will work.

It's way past your bedtime, but you don't feel one bit drowsy at all. Hoseok's speaking rapidly, eyes twinkling and mouth set in a bright smile. He'd started to teach you about the simpler works of an IT technician three hours ago, and you'd let him continue because frankly, you find it fascinating as well.

"The worst part about it is trying to teach the workers how to deal with their own computers," Hoseok says, shaking his head. "You'd be surprised that these grown men can't even tell the difference between shutting down their computer versus putting their display screens to sleep."

"Even I know the difference!" you pipe up. "Thanks to you, that is."

Hoseok laughs. "It's all really interesting," he says. "I mostly get called in when they find viruses in their computers, though."

"Viruses?" you say, eyes widening. "The stuff that makes us sick?"

"Similar," Hoseok says, "but not quite." He absentmindedly checks the clock on the wall and gasps. "I've been keeping you awake."

"No, no," you say. "You're not." Then, you pause. "Unless I'm keeping you awake by asking countless questions..."

Hoseok shakes his head. "Tomorrow's Sunday. We can wake up a little late, don't you think?"

"Let's knock ourselves out!" you say. "But first, let's get us some midnight snacks."

And that's how you and Hoseok begin a mad baking contest at 2 a.m. in the morning, competing for the best chocolate chip cookie-maker title. The short IT technician lesson is left completely forgotten in the midst of baking powder, flour and loads and loads of chocolate drops.

By 4 a.m., the two of you are drowsy on wine, filled to the brim with cookies and feeling happy. Hoseok offers to carry you to bed, though you decline several times because you fear he's going to slip somewhere down the line and take you to the ground with him.

Quite drunkenly, Hoseok says, "I am... not! going to... drrroopp! you."

"Rrreallly?" You unintentionally give him the puppy dog eyes look. "I can goooo!" you say, nearly slipping out of your chair, "byyy myyyyself!"

"Thennn be my guest!" Hoseok shouts, raising his hands above his head. "Goddamn, these cookiesss," he wails. "They taste like heavennnn!"

You agree by shoving two cookies in your mouth at once. It's quite unladylike of you, but you know (even in your drunken state) with Hoseok, he would never mind—nor judge.

Hoseok tries to one-up you by shoving three cookies in his mouth but nearly chokes doing so. That's when you decide enough is enough and the two of you should go to bed, and inevitably suffer a bad hangover the next morning.

You stumble, dragging a whining Hoseok—who wants more cookies—to bed.

The two of you wake up the next morning feeling groggy, heavy but undoubtedly happy. Hoseok is crowned the better cookie-baker after much debate. And even with your loss, you're not even mad.

"Come on, come on!" you shriek, pulling out the popcorn from the microwave and jumping great lengths to arrive at the couch. "Hoseok! It's on, it's on!"

Your soulmate stumbles in the living room, eyes wide and head twisting to look about. "What's on?" he shrieks, matching your urgent tone.

"My show!"

Immediately, Hoseok sighs, about to walk away in disappointment.

"But you promised you'd watch one episode with me!" you call after him.

Hoseok pauses. As much as he hates your soap operas, you've been raving about Our Love Like Fibonacci for weeks, and that's significantly longer than your other raves. Plus, he's a man of his word and one drunken night, he had promised you that he'd sit with you to watch a soap opera from beginning to end.

"All right," he sighs, sliding into the couch by you. He tosses a popcorn kernel in his mouth. "This better be good."

"Oh, it is," you say, smiling.

Eight hours later—and twenty-eight tissues later—you and Hoseok sit at the dining table, almost unable to come up with any words.

"I-I thought," Hoseok sniffles. "I thought this was your second time watching this show," he says, watching you dry your eyes on your sleeve. "You're still—" he sniffles again—"crying."

"They were both so young," you wail. "At least, technically speaking. But no matter how many times I watch it, I'll always be sad."

"It's an extreme case of love, I suppose," Hoseok says after blowing his nose into a new tissue. "With the whole 'I'll follow you til death—except I don't die so I'll wait until you're reincarnated when you die so I can follow you again.' "

"Right!" you say. "Sometimes, though, I just think he should've left her."

"What??" Hoseok lurches back in his seat. "You? Who preaches true love and the sole idea of soulmates?"

You laugh. "But he was bound to her. He lived for her."

"But he loved... er, loves her."

"If you lived eternally, would you choose to love the same person over and over again?"

"Well, no," Hoseok says. "I'll look for new faces. I'll meet more people. But it's different in that show. He loved her arguably more than he loved his own life."

You smile. "You just don't love me that much yet. But you'll get there."

Hoseok watches in awe as you lean over and kiss his cheek. With a flirtatious wink, you disappear into the bedroom, and Hoseok's left with a weird feeling bubbling inside his chest. And you're left against the closed door of the bedroom, catching your breath and feeling the butterflies threatening to spill out of your stomach.

Hoseok's eyes light up whenever he speaks about something he's immensely passionate about. You have to admit it's endearing to see the usually untalkative man begin to rant on and on about his favorite topic.

"Truve wants to embrace the gender differences," Hoseok says. "But it does little to accentuate gender equality. Rather, I think it muddies the waters so we can all forget about it instead."

You listen in fascination, bringing your hands up to your chin. "Really? How so?"

"Well, to start off, the goddamn wall," Hoseok says. "The Female Village and Male Village should not even exist in the first place! The fact that we finally get to see a glimpse of the opposite sex when we turn eighteen? It's preposterous. We should teach little kids to grow up in an environment with both sexes. With the separation, we're treating each sex as an object, a prize. Something we win after years and years of education in one single celebration."

"Truve Day," you whisper in awe. "I've never thought of it like that."

"It's not your fault," Hoseok says, shaking your head. "You're a victim, anyways. Women are brainwashed to think their happiness depends on their husband's happiness."

"Should it be the other way around?" you ask, puzzled.

"No," Hoseok shakes his head. "Neither the wife nor the husband should be codependent on each other's happiness. That's what real equality means."

"You said that I'm a victim," you say, cocking your head. "I don't feel like that. So how so?"

Hoseok hums, choosing his next words carefully. "It's subtle, the way they do it," he says. "But let's take sex as an example. Your purity is put on a pedestal. Your first time is made into a huge deal. You're expected to have sex with the man whenever he wants. You're told that even if you don't feel like it, you should. Even oral pleasures. You're expected to do the man a favor. And it's never taught that they should return it."

You frown. "You have a point, actually..."

Your mind flashes back to a year ago when you had been gut-wrenchingly nervous about your first time with your prospective soulmate. The way you had almost thrown up several times, your hands shaking uncontrollably and sweat making them clammy as well. You think of how stressed you had been for the night of Truve Day. Your friends had told you, "Just suck him off." Like his pleasure was more important than anything else.

Your frown deepens. "I've never thought of that..."

"It's okay," Hoseok says. And shyly, he reaches out to place his hand on top of yours. "I'm glad to share my thoughts about it."

"I don't know if I'm as passionate about all of this as you are... yet, at least," you say, but you smile, taking Hoseok's hand and squeezing it. "But I understand you now. I get it."

"There's just so much more to talk about too," Hoseok says. "Everything I've been keeping inside me for years with no one to tell. I feel like the weight's been lifted off my shoulders."

"So please," you grin. "Enlighten me more."

Hoseok is a special man. What you thought was weird before actually makes him unique. And you're happy with him. You find yourself smiling more. You find yourself feeling giddy when he comes home. You find yourself in love more than ever before when he turns around on his pillow to tell you goodnight.

You couldn't have asked for a better soulmate.

"Got your tie?"

"Yes."

"Your lunch?"

"Mhm."

"Your thermos? With the freshly-made coffee??"

"Yes! Y/N!" Hoseok laughs. "We go through this every morning. When have I ever forg—"

"But today's your first day of work after your promotion!" you argue. "Everything needs to be perfect. I mean, what if they ask you to troubleshoot that malicious software problem that's been bothering the stats section for months? That's not your job now, is it?"

"Don't worry," Hoseok says. He's getting his shoes on at the front door, and you're all over him, straightening up his suit for the last time. He's laughing at your frenzied attempts to make him look more put-together than he already is. "Y/N. Y/N!"

You stop and with an exasperated sigh, "What?"

Then, he leans in to kiss you.

You're so caught off guard that you nearly stumble forward. It's a small peck on the lips—nothing that could lead to a sleepless night in bed. But something that promises more. You're left chasing after his lips, but Hoseok steps back, grinning wildly.

"I'll see you after six?" he says, stepping out of the house, all the while maintaining eye contact with you.

Quite embarrassingly, you sputter out a 'yes,' watching as Hoseok walks away as if nothing had happened. It's just one little kiss. But it leaves your insides burning.

And so it continues. The moment Hoseok gets back home, you tug him into another fleeting kiss. Yet Hoseok doesn't take a little peck for an answer. He pulls you back in to kiss you harder. The two of you fumble, lips never leaving each other's until you land on the couch. Hoseok falls on top of you, ever so careful not to crush your body.

One little kiss morphs into a heated make out that ends in soft cuddles.

"Well, that was enjoyable," Hoseok says with a small laugh. He's still a bit out of breath and it drives you crazy to see his lips slightly swollen with a special sheen of their own. Hoseok sits up, helping you do the same. "Want to watch our favorite show?"

"Our?" you say, leaning into Hoseok's arms. He catches you, beginning to brush his fingers through your hair.

"Yeah, ours," he says. "Our Love Like Fibonacci? I heard from my boss today. He told me there are a few easter eggs in it that would help us understand this other show..."

You gasp. "You mean you're going to be willing to watch not just one show but two?"

Hoseok laughs, his fingers paused, entangled in your hair. "I don't know. I just used to think those shows were unrealistic... You know, in their portrayal of relationships." He reflects for a moment and you hold your breath, waiting for his next words. "But I guess thoughts change over time."

Change over time, indeed.

Hoseok's right. It's gradual in the way you and Hoseok ignite your relationship with each other. There are countless more late-night discussions and tech lessons. Many more dates and even more consisting of pie eating. Endless kisses. More conversations after watching television shows. Inquiries after watching Hoseok's thought-provoking documentaries. Supporting each other when outside forces revealed hardships.

It becomes increasingly obvious that this, this is the true love you've always wanted. That you knew, deep inside of you, that Hoseok would be your true love the moment you saw him. He's the soulmate you've dreamed of all these years. Though it was unclear before, it's too apparent now.

There's no doubt about it.

You're in love with him. And as every day passes, the more genuine your love becomes and the deeper it gets.

Last night was the first time. Breathless. Slow. Loving.

The memory burns your cheeks and still keeps you flushed—even though the sun's rising up in the sky by now. You've been awake for half an hour, letting Hoseok hug you in his sleep and loving the feeling too much to get up from the bed. His bare chest is pressed against your naked back, and that feeling alone, knowing he's behind you, makes you feel so warm, so safe. You don't know how to describe it.

Last night had been comfortable. There was no rush getting to map out each other's bodies. Neither of you was selfish about giving pleasure either. It's different from what you'd imagined your first time would be—back when your soulmate was faceless. But Hoseok makes love like you're the only person left in the world in his eyes. He makes you feel special at that moment. It's not something hot and sexy and heated like the way Yumi describes it. It's trust. And praise and yes, most important of all, love.

"You've been awake for a while, haven't you?" Hoseok whispers groggily.

You smile. He knows you too well. You turn around to face your soulmate. He's barely blinking his eyes awake but a lazy smile plays on his lips. "Yeah. You just woke up?"

"No, I've been awake for hours," Hoseok jokes.

You giggle, fitting yourself against Hoseok's body. "We don't have to get up so early..."

"I agree," he says, patting your hair.

You whine when he starts to pull you away from him. "But—"

"I love you."

Your eyes widen at his confession. "What—"

"I know, I know," Hoseok says, laughing to himself. "I forgot to tell you this last night, Y/N. Too caught up in the moment." He turns a bit red at the memory. "I never thought that this day would come, though." He looks you in the eye, carefully forming his next words. "I love you, Y/N," he says again. Earnestly. Almost humbly. As if he's asking you to accept his love proposal.

You smile, deciding to tease him just a bit. "So," you pause dramatically. "You're telling me that the day you first lay your eyes on me, you didn't think that you'd ever fall in love with me?"

"Oh... um—" Hoseok starts.

You cut him off with a little shake to your head. "I don't know, Hoseok. Maybe true love is real."

And for the first time, Hoseok is unable to argue otherwise.

—masterpost

—masterlist

#ficswithluv #hoseok #jung hoseok #hoseok imagine #hoseok fanfic #hoseok fanfiction #bts #bts fanfiction #true love at first sight #tlafs

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midoriyaizukustan-inactive · 4 years

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shindeku childhood friends AU. thoughts?

THIS IS SO GOOD UHGHGHGJKDGKNK childhood friends shindeku is my kryptonite PLEASE

so like theyre all in the same neighborhood to begin with. so like mido nd shinsou knew the other existed before everyone started getting quirks but mido ofc was besties with bakugou and shinsou probs hung out with other kids anyway

but then quirks come in except midoriya doesnt have one and the one shinsou has is “villainous”

so both are outcasted bc kids can be so fuckin cruel

anyway so mido and shinsou end up sitting near each other nd doing partner projects together by proxy bc mido is the only one that isn’t scared of shinsou and shinsou is the only one who wont get physically violent with midoriya :^(

so they were kinda forced to get close but once they start hanging out they become v good friends

mido is still nervous but not nearly as bad as he was in canon bc he does have shinsou there

nd shinsou is still p pessimistic abt others’ views towards him but he’s not as bitter as in canon bc ppl like midoriya have existed his whole life so

nd like mido is still as passionate as ever abt heroes nd he rlly wants to get in to ua, but shinsou didnt rlly say anything abt it for the first while they were friends bc midoriya is his Only friend but he’s realistic nd didn’t want to give mido any false hope or anything

but he sees how tenacious midoriya is and how he gets up every day despite everyone at their school and smiles thro it all and one day he’s like “you know i think you could be a great hero” just outta the blue

mido cries nd drags him into a hug nd shinsou is like Startled for a second before hugging him back. it’s a v sweet moment and i am crying

they both are like “ok lets try and go to ua together” nd shinsou is kinda halfhearted bc he doesnt believe his luck but mido is So Determined he outlines a plan w shinsou and is like “we’re gonna do it hitoshi!! we’re gonna be great heroes” nd shinsou cant deny him that

MMMM and then mido gets ofa,,,the evening after his “you too can be a hero” talk w all might, mido calls shinsou and is like “hey so. im gonna be kinda cryptic here and im sorry abt that but here’s the tea” nd kinda explains ofa and all that. just that he’s gonna take the chance to get a quirk

shinsou is understandably Concerned and is like “some dude said he can give u a quirk and you said yes?? that doesnt sound sketchy to u at all??” nd mido is like “hitoshi come onnn this may be my one chance to achieve our dream”

shinsou is like “i dont trust that im gonna be coming w u to those ‘trainings’” nd mido cant convince him otherwise so there they go

when it’s revealed fuckin ALL MIGHT is the guy who mido was talking about tho shinsou is like “OK WELL DAMN”

anyway just them taking care of each other,,shinsou gets in on the training so they both get stronger,,,pls,,all might ships it. jfkjdjnk just kidding but he can see that theyre good for each other nd he was like “MIDORIYA U CANT TELL PEOPLE ABT OFA” but he’s glad in the end that he told shinsou so he has someone there for him

anyway bc both were prepped by ALL MIGHT of all ppl and also bc they both had someone believing in them from the v start, they were both able to pass nd get into the hero course,,nd mido is so excited when their results come in hes like “HITOSHI IM SO HAPPY I COULD KISS YOU” and WHOOPS

both r flustered messes for a lil bit after that nd eventually shinsou is like “did- did u like mean that” “mean what” “the kiss thing” “EHHHHRHH” help them

cause i can see them like,,falling in love for lack of better term just over the years v slowly nd like as they went from “loners who share a space” to “friendly acquaintances” to “best friends” their feelings for each other got deeper in addition ofc nd yeah. here we r

nyway mido was like “no,,unless u want to,,haha just kidding,,unless???” snknksnk im kidding they have a messy convo thats full of implicit confessions before shinsou has to say point-blank “izuku i would not mind u kissing me it’s fine” rip midoriya he’s a flustered mess but shinsou is not much better tbh

ANYWAY they walk into ua as boyfriends. power couple im telling u

god i love this idea tho,,theyre so cute i love shindeku thank u for sending this in

#c makes a word #answer #shinsou hitoshi #midoriya izuku #shindeku #childhood friends au

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static-station · 4 years

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i drew this on my phone so its bad sorry ausg

anyways I wanna give like a quick update on thingies im planning on making since im highkey rlly excited for them so ijust had to share it

So I've gathered lots of small videos and voice clips that im planning on using for animatics, but i also wanna go a lil step forwards and start bigger projects like fully polished animations and even small amws (if i can gather up the motivation that is)

it will mostly be focused on the subcon related characters but im willing to try and also use other characters just to get a wee but of variety haha

but since itl take alot of time and motivation for those ill try and focus the most on the big projects, so theres a chance i wont really make finished drawings :/ but ill see if id have time to still do those, but for now just expect more less quality jokey doodles.

also, i know i havent posted alot abt that subject but i still have the A Cat In Time au that i want to expand on, but my interest in that is kind of gone so that will be put on hold for now.

Anyway im really excited to do these bigger things and i hope you guys can be patient with me for those! and if yall want i can maybe post some sneak peeks from time to time hehe

ALSO big thank you to all that have been showering me with such support over this past month! Ive never diven so deep into a fandom and im honestly blown away with how many of you like my stuff! it keeps me motivated to keep drawing these characters and make content to post here, i love making art and animations of these characters so im !!!! thank you!!

#update #idk what to put in the tags lol #but i hope yall are gonna like the stuff ill be making #its gonna be big yall #hella lit fam

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imtrynnawriteshit · 5 years

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Rami Malek x reader

For @angelfuzzy2!

I do feel like the ending could've been better, but honestly, what's writing without a lil regret, amirite

I did my best to do the request justice, so I hope it's come out fine! Reiterating: I know nothing about music, so if it sounds like I don't, that's why haha

(also if someone would teach me how to pick titles I would rlly appreciate it)

Request: Can I ask what If like , rami(Freddie Mercury) gets a co star in the bohemian Rhapsody movie right (it’s au) and the actress sings in the movie , but in real life is a pop star , and rami(and Freddie ) falls for her ( like how David Bowie sang in labyrinth, but he’s a real life singer)

Words: 1439

Warnings: swearing again haha

Movie: Bohemian Rhapsody

Characters: Reader, Rami Malek, Bryan Singer (mentioned), Ben (mentioned), Joe (mentioned), Gwilym (mentioned)

Relationships: Rami Malek x reader

"Rami! Come on over, there's someone I'd like you to meet!"

Rami, who had just walked in, cradling a cup of coffee, turned to see Bryan Singer waving him over. It was only as he headed towards him that he noticed another figure standing behind him, practically hidden away until he was close enough to see them.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N).

Rami almost froze mid-step, but managed to force his legs to work. It probably wasn't the smoothest recovery, but that would just add to his charm, right? Right?

You glanced at him as he approached, and the smile you gave him made his palms sweat and stomach knot.

He really didn't know how he was going to get through this shoot without royally fucking up around you.

Rami had been extremely excited to meet you ever since he found out you were going to be his co star and love interest. He'd been a huge fan of your work for as long as he could remember (well, since you'd started working in the entertainment industry anyway). Your albums? He'd bought them all. Movies you'd starred in? He'd watched them all.

He supposed he was a casual supporter.

Haha.

Ha.

Thankfully, he hadn't embarrassed himself yet. With that thought in mind, he lifted his hand in an awkward little wave as you stuck yours out to shake it.

Oh no.

Letting out a nervous laugh, he lowered his hand, grasping yours and praying you couldn't tell he was trembling.

"Hi, I'm Rami."

"(Y/N). It's great to finally meet you. I love your work."

If Rami had been excited before, he was over the moon now. If only he knew you were going through the same thing.

You'd barely slept the night before, mulling over how to introduce yourself best to everyone. And especially to Rami Malek. Your fucking idol. You'd come up with the perfect, fool proof plan, only for it to go right out the window the moment you saw him. Your brain was going a mile a minute, and all it was doing was berating you for trying to shake his hand.

For fuck's sake, who even did that anymore?

You almost winced when he laughed, somehow managing to keep your cool as his warm hand wrapped around yours.

Yeah, you're still not quite sure how you handled it.

You continued to make small talk, getting to know each other, and by the time you two were comfortable enough to relax and crack a couple of jokes, you'd been beckoned thrice by now impatient makeup artists. As you took your leave of him, you were both glad the other person couldn't see the goofy grins blossoming.

"And cut! Great job, guys, take five, and we'll work on the next scene."

Rami immediately turned to find you. After having finished god knows how many days of filming, he'd grown close to you. Closer, he liked to think, than you were to the other boys.

Jealousy? Never heard of it.

He saw you standing off to the side, script in hand and concentration evident in your features as you went through your lines. Before he could take a proper step in your direction, though, he was stopped by a wall of people.

Three people, to be specific.

Rami rolled his eyes as Ben, Gwilym and Joe smirked down at him, "I don't like this."

Joe smiled wider, if that was possible, "don't like what?"

"Your faces, at the moment. What the fuck are you doing?"

They shared a look, before turning to look at you, then back at Rami, eyebrows raised.

Oh no.

"No, whatever you're thinking of, don't do it."

Ben shot him a look of mock disbelief, "don't you trust us?"

"Frankly speaking, no."

Joe clapped a hand on his shoulder. Hard. "Kinda rude, but whatever. You need to stop pining and make a fucking move. Today. Not just because I'd win the bet, but because everyone is sick of seeing you two flirt every second of every day. Sick. It's sickening."

"Wait, what bet-"

"What Joe means", Gwilym interrupted, "is that you should definitely make a move. No need to hurry, you don't have to do it today, take as much time as you need. Do it tomorrow. Or later this week. Both are good. But for the love of God, do it."

"Would you keep your voice down?", Rami hissed, seeing that you'd spotted the four of them and were making your way over.

"What are you guys whispering about?"

Ben smiled a little too innocently, making Rami glare at him and you tilt your head in confusion, "actually, Rami was just telling us about how he hasn't been able to figure out the piano yet."

"Figure out the piano?"

"Yeah, finger placements or whatever. Hey, you play the piano, don't you?"

"Yes?"

By this point, Joe and Gwilym had caught on, and Rami wanted to die. Ben was a lot of things. Subtle wasn’t one of them. You, to your credit, were beginning to suspect something, but didn't have a chance to think about it as Joe put his arm around your shoulders, "so (Y/N), why don't you teach him? He might learn faster if he's being taught by a professional, you know?"

Curiouser and curiouser.

Letting go of your doubts (for now), you nodded, smiling at Rami, "sure! If you'd like, we could start today, once we're done filming. What do you think?"

Rami muttered something about it being perfect as you turned away to get ready for the next scene. Words couldn't even begin to describe how grateful he was that you didn't see him punch a cackling Joe's arm.

It was the end of the day, and almost everyone had gone home, with the exception of a few stragglers. Today had been tiring, and you couldn't wait to get home.

Fortunately, Rami was right on time.

You stood up straight from where you were leaning against the piano and waved him over.

"Hey! Have you decided what to work on?”

“Oh yeah, a lot of stuff.”

You frowned, “specifics, Rami. What do you need help with?"

"Um..finger placements?."

"Yes, but- you know what, never mind, we'll figure it out. Let's just start with Bohemian Rhapsody, shall we?"

You sat down on the bench, patting the spot next to you. Your pulse was racing as he plopped down beside you, and you had to almost physically restrain yourself from leaning against him when his arm brushed yours. Clearing your throat, you played the opening to the song slowly, letting him observe the keys.

"Why don't you try? Go slow, one key at a time."

Rami placed his fingers on the keys, some of them (intentionally) incorrectly. You adjusted his fingers before awkwardly placing your hands in your lap. And then he played.

And you knew you were right to have been suspicious.

"You needed help, huh?"

Rami froze, gulping audibly, a small "fuck" escaping him. He'd forgotten the instructions drilled into his head by the others (“pretend you’re an absolute moron who wouldn't know music if it slapped him on the arse”), driven only by a need to impress you. He glanced at you.

Your expression was expectant and even though he could see a glimmer of amusement in your features, he panicked, stumbling over his words.

“I- I didn't- um I just-I'm a quick learner?”

You signed, shaking your head, “I wasn’t born yesterday, you know. What's really going on?”

Rami wasn't sure what to say. He could tell you the truth, but what if you didn't feel the same? Taking a deep breath, only stopping to say “fuck it”, he decided to trust Gwilym (“trust me, its definitely worth a shot, mate”) and go for it. He turned to face you, his hands hesitantly coming up to cradle your face as he leaned closer, "can I kiss you?"

You were taken aback. This was the last thing you had expected.

Not that you were anything but pleasantly surprised.

Not wanting to take too long and make him think otherwise, you quickly whispered a "yes", closing the distance between the two of you. A while passed before you broke apart, and you laughed as you did.

"This whole thing was a ploy for you to ask me out, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"You could've just asked."

"Hey, I was going to, but then those three happened. I didn't have anything to do with this!"

You only chuckled, glad the “trio of insufferable assholes” (as Rami was now calling them) had taken matters into their own hands.

You both were, really, no matter how much Rami denied it.

#rami malek x reader #rami malek #rami malek imagines #bohemian rhapsody imagine #bohemian rhapsody movie #brian singer mentioned #gwilym lee mentioned #ben hardy mentioned #joe mazzello mentioned #mine

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iguessiwritestuffnow · 7 years

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Anastasia AU

So I saw Anastasia (the broadway one) in June and it was amazing like if you get the chance go see it. But anyway, since i’m absolute trash i’m jotting down some ideas for a newsies anastasia AU. (based more on the broadway version than the movie but like the plots aren’t too different so). also yes this AU would make more sense with jack and kath as the main characters (love interest) but when was the last time I wrote something heterosexual?

Note: this turned into a somewhat humorous summary of anastasia feat. javid

-So its 1917 in russia and the royal family is having a great time (said royal family is the Jacobs, but we’ll stick with the name Romanov because ‘jacobs’ is not russian)

-David is like ten or something? Sarah is nineteen, and while she adores her family, she has plans to go to Paris to spend time with her girlfriend lady in waiting, Katherine. David doesn’t want her to go, so she promises she’ll see him soon and gives him a music box and they sing a haunting lullaby together, etc, y'all now how the story goes.

-like five minutes after Sarah leaves a bunch of revolution people come and kill the nobility for the sake of communism. (i feel rlly bad that Les dies). Sarah finds out about this and is Very Sad

-Time jump like ten years. Russia is now Very Communist and people are generally upset about that. But there’s a Rumor in Saint Petersburg that hey?? Maybe that david kid isn’t dead??????? And it turns out his older sister Sarah, who is currently chilling in Paris with her gf, will pay a Lot for his return

-Jack Kelly and his bff Crutchie are basically poor con artists who are bitter about communism. they want to Leave Russia but that’s Difficult. (crutchie is like thirty something- jack’s 22- cause i need crutchie to be older cause he used to be a count or something?). Jack hears about the missing prince rumor and thinks, hey, i could make money off of that. he ropes Crutchie into helping him, and they buy a music box that probably belonged to David. they’re really pumped about this plan

-who else happens to exist in Russia at the time? a kid named Davey who is currently like 20, and can’t remember the first ten years of his life. he’s spent all of his life travelling Russia with close to nothing and no memories, and he really wants to Leave. someone tells him, hey, hit up Jack Kelly he can get you out.

-so he goes to see Jack and Crutchie, who decide, hey, this kid looks vaguely like David (and has a very similar name, because fuck you i didn’t want to come up with another name). Davey sings an angsty ballad about not remembering shit. Jack is instantly smitten. Jack and Crutchie (who i will now refer to as the Dream Team to shorten things up) convince him that he’s probably a lost prince and davey just. goes along with it.

-the Dream Team tries to teach Davey all the Things about being russian nobility and. don’t do well. its okay they tried. Crutchie actually tries to be nice and helpful. Jack and Davey engage in some banter

.-theres this whole subplot in the musical about this ultra-communist dude and his struggle between wanting to kill anastasia for being a romanov and being in love with her. hes v morally grey and actually kinda interesting but i just. dont want to deal w/his story in this. if yall have ideas on how to include him in this lmk

-Jack sings an Upbeat song about how much he fucking hates Russia but also he loves it???? Davey is smitten (My Petersburg is a Bop listen to it)

-ngl i don’t really remember how this part happened in the musical so im going to go off of what i remember from the movie. The Dream Team + Davey go to rehearse in some old ballroom that used to be used by nobility. Davey has intense flashbacks and ends up singing that lullaby he heard literally ten years ago. He may or may not hallucinate his dead family.

-turns out everyone Fucking Hates Russia but also loves it.

-they leave russia. Crutchie is pumped to see his friend Katherine, who will hopefully take him, jack, and davey to see Sarah. Jack and Davey are both Nervous

-they arrive near Paris, and the Dream Team rush ahead to relish in the fact that they finally got out of Goddamn Russia. Davey stays behind for three minutes and seventeen seconds to sing about how he’s going to finally find his family??? He’s scared but also happy and just. My boy.

-Crutchie is Very Excited about being in Paris. He was there a lot when he was nobility I guess? He leads a very nice musical number about how great france is. Jack comes to the realization that, wow, after this, he’s probably never going to see davey again??? that sucks. Davey meanwhile is Shook by Paris

-Davey Crosses a Bridge

-also somewhere in here Jack and Davey dance with each other. Its cute and crutchie ships it

-meanwhile, in the Richest part of Paris, Sarah and Kath are a few minutes into Reading Letters and Chill when sarah gets sad. She’s angsty because there have been a bunch of fake Davids and she just misses her little bro:( Kath tries to comfort her gf and give her hope, but Sarah just insists they Close the Door forever. She can’t deal with any more pain. She asks to be alone

-kath goes to a russian club to get drunk (not with liquor!!! fame works quicker!!!) and sing a BOP about missing being russian nobility. (dudes. Land of Yesterday is amazing)

-Crutchie and Kath meet up and Crutchie is like “hey so me and my buddy Jack brought a guy who may or may not be David can we see Sarah?” Kath is worried at first but eventually she agrees cause she and Crutchie are Good Friends (the characters they’re based on have a relationship in the musical but none of that straight shit in my AU)

-Davey has nightmares about All of His Family Dying and Jack comforts him by telling him a story about a parade he was at when he was ten. ten year old Jack had watched a parade of russian nobility, and had such an instant crush on young David that he just. ran out in the middle of the street to see him. David had smiled at him and that was jack’s bisexual awakening

.-In order to Add To the Story of Davey Being David, Jack has Davey retell the story from his POV. he says basically the same stuff, but then adds on that Jack had bowed. But Jack never told him that??? Wow turns out Davey is David!!! What a surprising turn of events

.-Jack and Davey finish the song in a very romantic duet and they’re about to kiss but then Jack bows to him instead

-Crutchie comments on how in love Jack and Davey are and wow this might fuck up the plan

-They go see a ballet. Davey sees sarah and is excited!!! thats his sister!!!! he just needs to convince her of that. Sarah sees Davey and wonders if thats her bro?? but no she cant get hopes up. Jack wants to protect and support davey like a good bf

-Kath recognizes Davey as the kid crutchie told her about and takes him to go to see Sarah while Jack waits outside. Jack convinces himself that they can only win. But… even if it works, and he gets the money, he’s going to lose Davey?? He realizes that he loves Davey and pining ensue

s-in the meeting, Davey realizes that there was a reward for finding David and figures that Jack and Crutchie were just using him and he is pretty heartbroken. he storms off, but Jack stays to try to convince Sarah to talk to Davey again. she respects his boldness and agrees. Jack on the other hand, thinks Davey hates him now and is heartbroken. he decides to leave Paris

-Sarah and Davey talk but she still doesn’t believe him. He shows her the music box and sings their lullaby. Sarah is Convinced and joins in on the lullaby. They hug and share a sibling moment. Its very cute.

-theres a Press Conference about David

-Davey realizes he kinda doesn’t want to be a prince cause he’d rather be gay for Jack. Sarah is chill with that. Davey decides to go after Jack

-Davey nearly gets shot but doesn’t.

-Davey finds Jack being angsty as he’s planning to leave. Jack makes some bs comment like “leave me alone i don’t want to be in love with someone who doesn’t love me for the rest of my life.” Davey decides Jack is being stupid and kisses him. They leave Paris together and live happily ever after!!

-(Meanwhile, Sarah lives in Paris with Katherine- they are happy and in love. Crutchie mostly stays with them but also joins Jack and Davey regularly on their exploits. Everyone is happy forever.)

so yeah this is stupid

#Newsies #Javid #newsbians #Jack Kelly #davey jacobs #crutchie #sarah jacobs #katherine plumber #this is stupid #im sorry #im tired and bored forgive me

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leeoliver · 7 years

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18, 21, 35, 36 for malarcade & alohris

(ship asks)

18. what are their dates like? how long do/did they date? do they ever feel the need to take a break from each other?

malarcade set aside a specific time every week for date night and whose turn it is to plan it rotates every time and theyre always trying to outdo each other. mals tend to be really exciting adrenaline rush or physical things (parasailing, amusement park, salsa dancing competition) or food-based (couples cooking, or in a modern au mal would be on the waitlist for every restaurant in town) whereas arcades are tamer and more classic date ideas, but he also really likes projects and stuff? they build decks and shelves and stuff all the time. and of course after every date they k*ss except by k*ss i mean FUUUUU

uhh they establish that they both. like-like each other sometime during the events of fnv but dont start dating per se until a couple months after. and then they move in after like a year. and then id like to think they just sort of keep going forever? had some thoughts here about them retiring out to louisiana.

yeah i mean i do think breaks are good for couples, but only when theyre paired w communication about what the problem is. mal. wanders sometimes he disappears for a few days and then comes back thats kind of just a part of who he is and god it stressed the fuck out of arcade. and its not like mals trying to get away from arcade specifically and if u asked him to explain why i dont think hed be able to. he just has to go sometimes and be alone out in the desert. and i think at the same time arcade can bury himself in work and research and sort of shut himself off and again its not like hes taking a break from mal hes taking a break from everything.

lihrus considers any activity that he does w aloth somewhere in the vicinity a date. they take a lot of walks. lihrus naps whenever he can so he’ll go in the bed on his side and nap and aloth’ll go on his and read and that counts as a date. they were honestly like an old married couple from day one of dating but not as in “haha they bicker so much haha husbands and wives hate each other” but as in they sit in rocking chairs and hold each others hands and smile

aloth had a big ol fuckin CRUSH on lihrus literally since poe1 and he just held onto it until deadfire so thats a year maybe two of pining?? ouch. anyway yeah i mean once they get together in deadfire theyre in it till the end

god no they wish they had MORE time together they almost never see each other bcos aloth is always in. some far off localé sleuthin and lihrus is in caed nua but god when aloth shows up its instant lihrus running across the field to jump on him and give him a kiss.

21. do they share any interests or hobbies?

malarcade both love to read and watch movies and stuff. also theyre really into helping ppl and arcade rlly likes the bigmt tech so they work on that together.

alohris like kites they love kites and they both have sweet tooths (sweet teeth?) (ok so i googled it and it is sweet tooths bcos the plural of a compound noun is formed by adding s, regardless of how you would normally pluralize the end part of the noun, ie. walkmans, not walkmen, toronto maple leafs not toronto maple leaves) (i just lost my train of thought for the alohris question so lets end it here)

35. do they bring out the best in each other, or the worst? do they have a fatal flaw?

idk if id be willing to say that mal and arcade ~bring out the best in each other~ but they absolutely make each other happy. thats important. im not answering the second part for either of them bcos i hate angst.

alohris absolutely bring out the best in each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!! theyre so good together i mean it theyre so important!!!!!!!

36. what’s their greatest strength as a couple? their weakness?

malarcades greatest strength is that they use enough combined hair dye to coat the entire continent and their greatest weakness is that theyre constantly doing each others root touchups and will thus never actualize their goals.

alohris’ greatest strength is that theyre both really short and could stack on top of each other and sneak into a movie theatre as one regular sized person for half price and their greatest weakness is that the relationship is quite literally doomed to end in tragedy aloth is either going to die young or watch lihrus’ watcher abilities slowly corrode his mind until he’s unable to recognize aloth or himself or anyone else and then he’ll turn violent and aloth will be forced to either kill him (directly or indirectly) or let himself be killed.

#lee answers #THANKS WOLF #malarcade #alohris

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thankyoumskobayashi · 7 years

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au: emu is a computer whiz who meets sentient computer virus pallad one night on the web

oh boy this sounds a lot like a TOME au (animated webseries with an ai learning friendship) so im going to go off that basis. this is a quick write-up so capitalization may appear/disappear whenever.

emu is the brilliant lead programmer in a small team creating an interactive vr-based fighting game. it’s had several sections: people who want to fight, people who want to do arcade games and hang out, and people who want to do both.

the team has solved that with tsundere advice from taiga hanaya, affectionately nicknamed their marketing dept despite him A). never playing the game B). never planning on playing it C). always complaining abt it and his idiot friends to whoever he meets.

emu is in charge of the overall stuff, poppy is in charge of the music (obviously!), hiiro is in charge of the character designs but it’s mostly his gf saki who has the art skills for it. hiiro focuses on the weapons.? hey this actually works out rlly well w/ the “ex-aid cast as webmasters” thig.

anyway, kiriya does the scenery animations and coding, and emu develops the combat system in addition to every other odd job. their first test player is world-renowned gamer nico, aka taiga’s “annoyig” younger sister, who harrasses the other developers into letting her try it out. she then appoints herself as head of pr and begins blogging teasers for it.

one night when it’s late and everyone else has gone home emu is exploring the world he and his friends have created when he finds a grey cloud similar to old tv static. within it are tiny, dancing specks of magenta, yellow, and cyan. he walks over curiously. “hello?”

“who are you?”

“pallad. that’s a pretty name. my name is emu.” he reaches for the darkness, which swirls and manifests into a dark-haired figure with pixels for pants and hot pink sleeves that are way too long. a few cords are draped across their shoulders and their excitement is absolute.

they smile promisingly and then vanish.

emu tells the others abt this incident the next morning when they’re all hung over. no one believes him.

after the game is released dan kuroto, one of emu’s industry rivals, joins just to check out the competition. he’s made it his goal to be the best player there is, wanting the imaginary skill level title of “game master.” nico kills him on sight as she’s been grinding since before the official release.

emu meets pallad again, swinging on a vine that’s coded to be unswingable. he grins, happy to meet his friend again. “how are you enjoying the game’s release to the public?”

Emu laughs gently. “Yes, it sure is. I’ll tell you what, you can use that abandoned mansion whenever you want some peace and quiet.”

They slide down the vine to land right next to him. Their brown eyes burn with intensity from a new emotion. Emu finds himself pulled in by their curious and trusting nature. He also wants to protect them from prying gamers or the arrogant ones. He pulls out his custom-made weapon, the Gashacon Keyslasher, and holds it out to them.

Pallad looks back at him, tilding their head curiously.

“I… uh… want you to be able to protect yourself if you meet anyone that you don’t like.”

They don’t sound insulted, just… amused.

“Well, I want you to be able to protect yourself if I’m not around. I’m busy with the game sometimes-”

“I’m a game creator. I made this with my friends. Sometimes the maintenance gets in the way with talkingwith people.”

“Eh?”

“You helped make this?”

“Thank you for your help,” Emu murmurs, taking Pallad’s hand. Pallad nods, takes the sword, and looks intensely at him again. Emu nods and they vanish.

Nico tries to fight him after that with things designed to counterattack Emu’s special edition sword. She beats him up even more badly when he says he doesn’t actually have it. Then Poppy saves him asking why he doesn’t have it. He explains how he met Pallad again, and that he wanted them to have a place to go to have some quiet.

“Uhh. Dude,” Nico explsins, “Kiriya’s renovating that right now. You might want to go talk to him, and let this Pallad know if they do exist.”

“I’m not making them up! they do exist!” emu insists, glancing up as kiriya runs over.

“hey! how’s the long-term test going?” nico lands a hit on him before he jumps out of the way.

“it’s going well. hey, do you have any uses planned for that background mansion?”

“that old thing? no.” kiriya gives him a Look. “why?”

“i told pallad they can use it-”

“you’re still going on about that computer virus? look, emu, you hallucinated.”

“that was an excuse not to have to fight me flat-out!” nico crosses her arms, insulted. “i looked up to you as a gamer, and now you won’t even fight me?”

“he has a lot more roles to think about now than just as the gamer who could kick your ass,” kiriya says without thinking. he drags emu away while she’s processing that burn.

“HEY!!!!!!!! GET BACK HERE!!!####”

they go to the mansion, where kiriya unbars them from entering it. when they walk in, pallad is not there. emu tries not to feel disappointed, but kiriya is giving him The Tour. “when will it be made open to the public?”

“when we have 200 million users,” kiriya grins. emu gasps, clapping him on the back in-game. "you think we can make it that far?“

"nico knows what she’s doing.” he sighs as they sit back-to-back on one of the couches. “i believe in her.”

“don’t undersell yourself, man.” kiriya elbows him. “your status has also set the ball in motion.”

“i know, it’s just…not something i count on regularly, since i’m not in the spotlight all the time.”

“you’ll figure something out,” kiriya murmurs with a yawn. emu sits up at that.

“…..are you TIRED?”

“emu-”

“are you?” he asks gently. kiriya sighs slowly.

“………yeah.”

“go to sleep.”

“i need the money,” the designer tries to insist.

“you can have my pay for the week. go get some rest.”

“emu-” from the tone of his voice kiriya knows he’s lost the argument.

“you program best when you’ve gotten enough rest. we’ll be here, once you’ve done that and come back.”

kiriya nods, and the lightness behind emu shows he’s logged the fuck out. he sighs, used to being alone, and decides to restore the protections to the mansion, since kiriya didn’t have time to.

a presence that makes all the hair on the back of his neck stand up appears, and the entire room is filled with faint tv static and tiny magenta, yellow, and cyan pixels. he grins. “Pallad?”

a pair of eyes, like the ones in perfect puzzle, appear right in the faint static. they ask dryly.

“What a relief. I thought Nico had challenged you already.”

You are.>

“…..I’m… very flattered.”

“You managed to follow her without being caught?” Emu fights off a yawn of his own. “You must have set the new stealth record.”

They pause for a while, unsure how to proceed until Emu yawns.

“I want my team to be at their best.”

“What about me?” Emu yawns while asking. He’s too worn out to guess.

“They can manage without me…” Emu mumbles, his eyes closing involuntarily.

His eyes snap open at their angery tone. I trust, too.>

Emu gazes in wonder at the pair of floating eyes in the static. This conversation is beginning to unnerve him quite a bit.

Pallad senses this and their static shrinks into their signature character. They walk over to Emu, their static spreading to surround both players. Pallad murmurs, lingering on his name.

In his own room, in his apartment, Emu fidgets nervously. “What are you going to do?”

“How?”

Pallad seems to hesitate after this.

“Is there… anything else?” Emu asks gently. Pallad and their static seem to shrink away.

“What is it? You can tell me,” Emu says earnestly.

The static was only surrounding Pallad now, and was flashing at half its original speed.

“Pallad… can you hear These Thoughts?” Pallad’s avatar glances up as Emu steps within their static again. Emu leans in to smile gently at them. “I think that sounds wonderful.”

What he wouldn’t give to be able to take off his VR headset and sleep for once.

Pallad’s static regains some of their original enthusiasm.

“Yes. You can read my mind right now.” He closes his eyes, and the tingling sensation returns.

Eveeything goes dark, until Hiiro shakes his shoulder. “Hey. Webmaster. Wake up.”

“Emu-kun…” Saki murmurs, pulling off his VR headset. He had somehow slept into the next day wihout crushing it in his sleep.

“Your work was all done flawlessly, how the hell did you manage to do that?” Hiiro asks. Emu sits up slowly, blinking.

“Would you believe me if I said the game themself did it?”

“No……….” Both other Netroyals stare at him with worry.

“I didn’t think so,” Emu murmurs.

Thank you, Pallad.

#tome #tome au #terrain of magical expertise #kamen rider ex-aid #parademu #paradigm #this was longer than expected

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onlyjihoons · 7 years

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boyfriend!jaehyun

ask: I'm in love with boyfriend!haechan so can you do the same with Jaehyun and/or Mark and/or Ten (depending on how busy you are)? Please 💕 and thanks ❤ -anon friend

omg im so so so thankful you liked my bf!donghyuck au ahhh and i’m really sorry this took so long because it was the chinese new year holidays and i was visiting my friends and family and on top of that, schoolwork has been piling up since the common tests are coming up real soon,, i cri ;-; but my ask box is always open because after my homework is done i usually think of plots for my asks hehe ok im ranting too much

pls give casper/jeffery lots of luv bc he’s rlly fluffy and i practically say this to everyone in nct but i nearly swerved into his lane at one point ngl

ok shall we start

let’s go

so there was once upon a time

where you moved to america for a period of time bc your parents were posted to work there

and this neighbourhood was super pretty like this:

and like

the neighbour beside ya’ll invited your fam into their house for a break

and they greeted you w loads of snacks:

and turns out they’re koreans being sent to america to work too

and like there was this shy boy hiding behind his mom

“yoonoh! don’t be shy!” you hear his mom nag

“...”

in the end his mom had to drag him

“this is yoonoh, he’s 6 this year”

and she got your mom get all excited like

dRaGgInG you too

“this is Y/N, she’s the same age as yoonoh!”

since that boy was so so shy

shy shy shy

you had to introduce yourself first

“i’m Y/F/N, let’s be friends yoonoh-ya.”

and he just sMiLeS at you

w those cute deep dimples

and you were shookt bc he wasn’t that shy boi anymore wth

then he just drags you upstairs to his room

to show you his Lego collection

and that’s where it all started

fast forward 8 years later

ya’ll were at your friend’s lil birthday party

and by now you guys were neighbours and best friends at the same time

so ya’ll played truth and dare w your friends

ok a lil back track here

there was one fine day when you and jaehyun were playing on the swing

and you noticed how handsome he was

like he was already cute enough

and your hormones whispering to you like

“he’s cute! go get him!”

you nod internally but another part of you stops yourself

“don’t do it you’re gonna risk your friendship”

so you just sigh to yourself and keep that crush on him to yourself

and you vented your feelings into your diary

you brought that diary to school

and left it on your table during recess

your other bestfriend not so innocently peeks into your sacred diary

bc she saw you acting more girly around jaehyun

and boom

she knew

so she told the whole class about it

except you and jaehyun

she also knows about jaehyun’s crush on you

thanks to his trustworthy friends

and she planned all of this on purpose

ok back to the party

when the pen pointed between you and jaehyun

ya’ll picked dare bc yolo

but

your friends dared ya’ll 7 minutes in heaven

they locked ya’ll in this attic

which was pretty cosy tbh

sat face to face w each other

and your defence mechanism kicks in

“more like 7 minutes in hell,” you scoffed

little did you know that you hurt poor woojae’s feelings

and his face turns serious like

“Y/N,”

“what”

“can i tell you something?”

“yeah sure”

“promise not to tell anyone”

“we’re best friends, yoonoh-yah.”

then he snapped at the word best friends

“i really hate it when you say that!”

and you were like whot is happening did i do smth wrong

“i really hate it when you label us as best friends”

then you thought he was being ridiculous

“then what do you want us to be?”

“i want you to be my girlfriend”

oH tHat’s when shit got real

you slowly shifted backwards

like so shookt

your crush actually like you back

your dreams actually came true

and you were like

“don’t try to make me feel better, yoonoh.”

and that’s when he leans in and kisses you

you guys’ first kiss awh

and after a few seconds he leaned his head against yours

“i love you, Y/N.”

and shortly after you hear whispers outside

“have they kissed yet?”

“omg what if they’re having that”

“ew no way!”

you and jaehyun laugh @ your friends bc they being silly

so ya’ll hold hand and prepare to get out when the door opened

and your friends saw ya’ll w hands interlaced

and they swooned omg

“awhhhhhhh!11111!!!!!!”

and cheeky jae:

i shall timeskip or i will faint

now ya’ll are like 18

jaehyun’s a trainee from SM

ngl you were super proud of him

ya’ll lived together while your parents stayed in america

you lived w jaehyun’s parents

and jaehyun ofc

on one condition

no hanky panky and the you know what i mean

you willingly obliged bc you aren’t that kind of person

but jaehyun was

only a tiny bit

bc you were so smol and kyoot

he felt the need to protect you at all costs

partially bc his height towered over u

and he didn’t want to disappoint both of ya’ll parents as well so

one day his parents went out of town to run some errands

and left ya’ll at home

the moment his parents stepped out of the house he pushed you into the store room

and:

i’m am a mark stan i’m a mark stan i’m a mark stan

and you were so shookt like WHAT ARE YOU DOING

you were retaliating but this boy has super human strength

and after a few moments he pulled away and

“you had no idea how much i wanted to do that”

you slapped his chest and scolded him

“you do know that I live here under one condition right”

“but my parents aren’t home🌚”

“that doesn’t mean you can just-- nevermind”

and you just stormed out of the store room

but inside you were idk a mixed feeling

like your heart bbbeating so fast

yet you’re mad jaehyun broke the rules

jaehyun knows you liked it

lol

you slumped on your shared bed, staring at the ceiling

“babe?”

“go away”

“i know you liked it”

YES I LOVE IT ANNYEONGHAESEYO IOI IMNIDA

you just back faced him and ignored him

and then stupid jaehyun he joins you lying on the bed

“i didn’t know the ceiling was more good looking than me”

“i didn’t know you were such an asshole”

ooOHHH SIKE

jaehyun was dying internally bc damn you were so cute

then jaehyun hugged you from behind

“i’m sorry babe, did i make you mad?”

MAD LIFE MAD LIFE MAD LIFE

you finally turned to face him

“what do you think”

jaehyun resorts to aegyo

bc he knows you’re weak

“woojae is sooo sooooo sorryyyyy”

and you forgave him

you guys went on dates

like food dates

at home lololol

because why eat out when you have a masterchef at home

so instead ya’ll went on a grocery shopping date most of the time

jaehyun carrying you and plopping you into the trolley

people were staring at ya’ll overgrown kids

you screaming as jae pushes you at 100000km/h

the security nearly kicked ya’ll out

when jaehyun cooks you always hug him from behind

and he nearly burned down the kitchen bc you distract him

and him always sneaking those pieces of meat and feeding you before the dish is even done

and the end product was only left w 4 pieces of meat

when nct u was about to debut jaehyun had late practices

and he had lesser time w u

you were a little sad tbh

but you know his career is more important

esp if his company finds out he’s dating

that wouldn’t be a good thing

cough

and there was one day jaehyun didn’t return home

at least jae could drop a message that he was not coming home or smth

but he didn’t so you were riled up about that

you texted jaehyun a million times but he’s only read them

you were so annoyed at jaehyun ngl

then you received a text from taeyong

“we’re having our showcase tomorrow, jae really needs your support”

you were rolling your eyes and typed a haste reply

“what support? he doesn’t come home or drop me a message”

“i’ll have backstage passes for you and his parents, i’ll send you the link”

you made a mental note to yourself to attend it nonetheless

“did jaehyun bribe you to do this?”

“... no”

“pls tell him i’m mad @ him ok”

the next day you and his parents attended his debut showcase

and when you saw him perform you were so proud AHHH

you and his mom cried

after the showcase ended you went back stage

and jaehyun shows up with flowers

i couldn’t find jaehyun w flowers so here’s cuddly jae

“i’m sorry i kept you waiting babe, happy anniversary”

and then he pecks your lips right on the spot

the nct members were shookt

what jaehyun...why...

cue your cheeks flushing red

and jaehyun giggling cause u cute awh and hugging you

ok i shall end here

thank you for requesting omg

pls show jaehyun lots of luv

this is probably not on par w the rest of my boyfriend series

i will re write if its not up to standard,, sorry:(

ok anyway

have a nice day/night ahead!💘

#thank you for reading!#jung jaehyun #jaehyun is lowkey my soulmate when it comes to eating tbh #jung yoonoh #nct u #nct 127 #nct scenarios #nct fluff #jaehyun scenarios #fluffy writes

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