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straywrds · 1 year
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what sunsets are made of (preview)
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{ this work is intended for adult audiences. 18+ only ≡ masterlist }
Sometimes, two people are destined to meet and to become intertwined. It's as simple as that. It's as violent as that.
pairing: painter!hyunjin x f!reader | genre: romance, angst, eventual smut | preview warnings: illness, mourning and death, mc gets cheated on (not by hj), angst. | preview wc: 2.5k
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If you’re happy with these eyes and this mouth, they’re yours. I give them to you. If this body is enough for you, if this little piece of heat is enough, if you need nothing more than me myself, this being without being, I will defend it for no one but you.
— Dulce Maria Loynaz from Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems 
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Hyunjin picked up the colorful candle from the table—shaped like an 8, it had little frogs drawn on it in green and yellow wax. He played with it, listening to the muffled conversations coming from his mom’s bedroom. What were they talking about? Would someone come to eat cake with him? 
It was chocolate and vanilla cake with blue and orange icing. It had a tiger on it. It was a cool cake but he hadn’t been allowed to invite classmates to his birthday dinner. It would be a family event and he was old enough to understand why. Still, nobody would believe him when he would say his cake had a buttercream tiger on it, and even small trees made of candy. He hadn’t seen any of his aunts or uncles snap a picture either. Maybe he could try drawing it from memory to show his friends. 
He was alone in the kitchen, surrounded by half-empty plates. The adults had given him the very center of the cake so that the entire tiger was his to eat. It had a hole in his neck from where the candle had been placed. Hyunjin dug in, eating from the legs. It tasted like real chocolate and real vanilla, or at least he thought it did. He wasn’t sure he could tell the difference. 
His aunt joined him in the kitchen. She sat on the chair right next to him, staying quiet for a few moments, just watching him eat his cake. Her cheeks were wet and her eyes were full of tears. Hyunjin took a deep breath.
“Is mommy dead?” he asked his aunt, eyes fixated on the hole in the tiger’s neck. “Is that why you came to see me instead of staying with the others?”
She let out a painful sob, running her fingers through his short dark hair. “She’s almost gone, Jinnie. She wants to see you.” Her voice was strangled, like she was trying to swallow a lot of water at once. “Do you think you can do that?” 
He wasn’t sure, but he said, “Yes, I want to see Mom.” 
He followed his aunt to his parents’ bedroom. To him, it seemed like there were so many people in here, too many. Mommy will get tired, he thought. She lay on the hospital bed that had replaced the elegant bed he had always known in this room. She looked like she was already dead. The sickness had eaten her from within and she had no hair on her head. She got cold often though, so she wore a green fuzzy hat to stay warm. Hyunjin could see the skeleton inside his mother’s body. He had nightmares about this sometimes, but that day, he stayed brave and smiled when his mother looked at him. 
His father was holding her hand and his grandmother was on the other side of the bed, a protective hand over her daughter’s skinny leg. His mother smiled, her eyes both shining and lifeless. She looked like something that ought to be in a scary movie, but she was his mother and he loved her.
“My boy,” he said. Her voice was barely more than a whisper, raspy, a series of ugly gasps. She was crying a little. 
Hyunjin willingly crossed the room to get to his mom. She gently patted the space beside her, inviting him to join her on the bed. It was a small bed but she took up barely any space in it and he easily managed to lie down by her side, dodging the IVs and monitors hooked up to her arms as he had learned these past few weeks. 
“My boy,” she said again, then, to the room, “Leave us for a moment, will you?” 
So they did. Soon enough, the quiet cries and muffled sobs disappeared after Hyunjin’s father closed the door behind him. They lived in a tall building with a lot of windows and Hyunjin had always liked to look at the world below them. The cars looked tiny from up here, and people on the sidewalk were just moving dots. 
Tonight was spectacular. The sky was bright orange and pink and purple. There were a few clouds but they only made the colors more vivid, like fresh paint, like food coloring in buttercream icing. Hyunjin put his head in the crook of his mother’s neck and, together, they watched the show that the sky was offering them. HHis mother’s bone poked through his soft cheek and her warm tears run down her neck. 
“Hyunjin. You know I love you, don’t you? You know you’re my favorite thing in the whole world, right?” 
Hyunjin was crying too, as if he knew. And maybe he had known for a couple of days. That it was going to be over soon. That his mom would leave him and his dad. It wasn’t her fault, Hyunjin knew it. But he was angry at her nonetheless. All of his friends had moms. They were healthy, beautiful, he couldn’t see their skeletons inside them. 
But he knew. Hyunjin knew he was a little too young to understand the love a mother has for her child, and yet he did. “Yes, mommy.” He squeezed her loose pajamas in his small fist, clinging to her like he used to do when he was still a baby. “I love you mommy.” He kissed her on the cheek, and she smoothed his hair softly. 
“I’m sorry I chose to die here,” she whispered, holding him tight. “It was unfair to you. But I couldn’t leave you. And I couldn’t leave this window. This is the window that made me want this apartment over much nicer ones. Because it faces the sunset.” 
Hyunjin followed his mom’s gaze once again, staring outside where the colors were morphing into something else, something deeper. High up, the sky was the color of jeans. Down below, it was like flames. 
“The sky is so pretty, mommy,” Hyunjin said, nestling comfortably in his mother’s embrace. She was cold everywhere, so he tried to warm her up. “What’s in it? Why does it look like that?”
His mother stayed silent for a long time, so long that Hyunjin started worrying. But then she gasped again, searching her air, her words, her soul escaping her body slowly. Hyunjin pressed his ear against her chest. He could hear the air rattling in her lungs. It reminded him of windy storms, with thunder and lighting and all. 
“My Hyunjinnie, did you know that sunsets are made of the wings of angels? Their feathers mirror the light from the stars. It guides the way so people don’t get lost.” 
Hyunjin thought about it for a long time. Yes, he could see it. He saw the path in the clouds, resembling a road with turns and twists, leading somewhere far up, where the fire in the sky was strongest. Hyunjin wondered if it was warm there. If, maybe, someone walking that road wouldn’t be cold anymore. 
“Mom?” he breathed. He closed his eyes, but the light was filtering through his eyelids and all he saw was the color red. It was beautiful. “You won’t be cold anymore, mommy.” He was almost sure that an angel’s wings were warm and soft, like a puppy or a sweater. “Will you become an angel, too?”
“Yes, baby. You know you’ll be able to find me here. Yeah?” She pressed her bony hand over Hyunjin’s chest. “I’ll never be far. You can talk to me, no matter what.” Her speech was slow, slurred, labored. 
The young boy took his mother’s hand in his. “You’re tired, mommy. You should take a nap.” 
“My Hyunjin. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Those were his mother’s last words. She died before the sun had disappeared below the horizon.
Sunsets were never the same for Hyunjin after that. 
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You had never liked the idea of collecting. For some reason it had negative connotations for you, it was a direct synonym for stockpiling or hoarding. You associated it with people who couldn’t let go but not in the resolute kind of way—more like in a desperate attempt to fill the void of their lives. Not that you lacked empathy for people who did need to accumulate certain belongings, whether it was fridge magnets, mugs, valuable stamps, or even cars. It just wasn’t for you, it was not how your brain had been wired. Perhaps your father was to blame for this, as his mother had passed on to him the inability to get rid of even the smallest item if it held any sort of sentimental value. Maybe being raised in a house already crowded with mismatched furniture, surrounded by boxes filled with old report cards from when you were a child, countless photo albums, and entirely too many old music cassettes had given you something to think about. When you moved out of that house it was for a rather small apartment with limited storage, and you had no intention of filling it with objects.
Well, until the art fair. 
It was a sunny afternoon with scorching sunshine and very little air. Still, you had decided to go out for a walk as you were catching a bad case of cabin fever. Your boyfriend was supposed to come home late from work tonight, so you had many hours of loneliness in front of you anyway. So why not head out, grab a refreshing drink at the corner store, and come back? Freelancing from home had its good moments but it also had the huge downside of making you forget that you weren’t a prisoner of the walls surrounding you. 
There had been an art fair at the park down the street, the one facing the store. You stayed behind the window for a few minutes to enjoy the air conditioning, sipping the peach and tangerine juice you had just purchased—your favorite. It was sweet and tangy, and the ice cubes were colored in a soft blush shade that was pleasing to the eye. You watched the crowd walk among the booths, looking at art of all kinds. Sculptures, photographs, paintings, carvings. You figured you could take the long way home and walk through the park to have a look at the various items. Who knew—maybe it would spark some inspiration and you’d finally be able to continue writing the novel you had started months ago. After all, producing web content was one thing, and so was writing product descriptions or small portions of text for random magazines. You liked your work, but nothing compared to the feeling you got when you sat down to work on something creative. A story, all yours. Something that came from your soul.
You had never liked the idea of collecting until you saw the painting with the door. The booth was modest but filled with art that, at first glance, might have appeared simple. Ordinary. But you weren’t a person of first glances, and when you saw the canvas with the door, it hypnotized you. Oil on panel. A zoomed-in shot of a cream-colored door on a burgundy wall. The door had been left slightly ajar, just enough for the light that came from inside the room to spill out from the crack and shine on the copper doorknob. You stood there for a long time, just staring at it. The textures in it, the idea behind it. The warmth in the colors of the light—it looked like it came from a fireplace rather than a lamp. The artist was a woman with gray hair and a kind smile. She told you the painting was inspired by her childhood, when she used to visit her grandmother. 
Is it for sale? you had asked her in between sips of your fruit juice. That day, you had returned home with the small painting carefully wrapped under your arm. When your boyfriend had come home that night, he had found it odd that you bought that painting. It’s unlike you to do this, he had said. He was right. Little did he know—it was not the last time. 
After The Door there was June Morning and then, Sun and Moon. And then more. Your boyfriend worked more and more, often traveling for entire weeks to attend seminars. One night, after several glasses of wine, you realized that collecting was, in fact, a coping mechanism—it filled a void in your soul that you hadn’t wanted to admit was there in the first place. There was shame in admitting that the absence of something weighed so heavy. Your walls were adorned with paintings and photographs of all kinds, bought online or at other art fairs and conventions. You witnessed the beauty of it but it was ephemeral. A glance, a few instants of colors, echoes of emotion swirling in your mind like a song, like a sunset, then the darkness swallowing you again. 
You knew there was nothing special about your story—it had been told many times before. Woman falls in love with a man. Everything is great at first, he makes her happy. They go places together. She sees her future in him, but when it’s with her, he only speaks in the present tense. Some nights he’s in their bed and sometimes he isn’t. She finds hints, clues. There is a pretty girl in his phone and more time spent away from home. One day, the woman leaves for a weekend—her childhood friend is getting married a few cities over and she has been invited. The man that she loves doesn’t want to go—he says he has work to do. She doesn’t believe him but she leaves anyway. The wedding is beautiful and smells like love and champagne. That night, the woman gets a phone call from a number she doesn’t recognize.
It’s the hospital. The man she loves has been injured in a fire. A gas leak, in fact. Half of the building gone, reduced to debris. She takes a train to cross the country again, tired, exhausted. She finds the man in the hospital with burns on his legs, his mother by his side. He is asleep. The mother takes the woman for a walk in the corridor. It’s quiet, calm. They walk, and walk, and walk. The woman is still wearing her cocktail dress from the wedding. They stop in front of a hospital room where a pretty girl is asleep with her arm bandaged up. Most of the apartment is gone, the mother tells the woman. I’m really sorry. And yet, the woman knows the worst is yet to come. He wasn’t alone when it happened. He was with that girl. He admitted to me that he has been seeing her behind your back for some time now. I’m so sorry.
Your future, gone. Your love, gone. Your home, gone. Your paintings. Ashes. 
Your entire life unmade, just like that. It came as a shock but you weren’t even surprised, as if you expected misery at every corner. The paradox of it all felt like an earthquake, shaking you from within. And yet it was at that moment that you realized you just had to leave this place and never look back—either as an act of self-destruction or survival, or maybe somehow, a little bit of both. 
to be continued.
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a/n: I've been working on parts of this project for some time, and since some other WIPs have been delayed slightly I thought I could post a little preview of this one! It isn't much, but I'm quite excited to work on this & keep working on this. I'd like this to be a one-shot, or perhaps a two-chapters kind of fic.
As always, thank you so much for your support! I appreciate you so much. The reblogs, the asks, the messages. I know I've been a little slow at responding but I'll try to be better!
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daughter-of-melpomene · 2 months
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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆… 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐃𝐎
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❝ To everybody who called the town of Beacon Hills home, the Azevedo family was somewhat of a collective enigma. Making their home in a large cabin situated by the lake a little way out of town, the large family mainly kept to themselves, only occasionally coming into town to buy groceries, make slightly awkward small talk with the townsfolk, and take up two whole tables at the local diner to eat and celebrate and fill the space with their loud conversation and laughter when it was a family member’s birthday. None of the family’s many children went to a proper school, none of the adults seemed to have jobs - at least, not outside the home - and those who passed by the cabin often said that they saw the children carousing by the lakeshore, covered in mud and talking to the lake’s frogs. All of this strangeness had gone towards gaining the Azevedos a reputation as the resident “crazy family” of the area, and it wasn’t as if any member of the clan had ever done anything to dispel these ideas, secluded as the entire family was in their cozy cabin that was partially hidden from the rest of the world.
But, of course, no one in Beacon Hills knew that the family had a perfectly good reason for this self-imposed isolation - that reason being that they were a family of water nymphs, the unofficial peacekeepers of the supernatural community that lurked just under the noses of humans and constantly escaped their detection. Normally nymphs served as the secret wardens of any towns with a bit of supernatural population, helping their fellow inhumans avoid notice and brokering peace between warring families or species, but with most of the Hale werewolf family dead and the last remaining member run off, the Azevedos were no longer needed and free to mostly retreat from society, remaining secluded in their beautiful cabin and homeschooling their children while teaching them to master their nymph powers at the same time.
However, their time of peace was not to last, for at almost the exact same time Derek Hale returned to Beacon Hills, a high school student named Scott McCall was bitten by a vicious Alpha werewolf, bringing a bevy of lycanthrope troubles back to the town in one fell swoop. Finding their duties needing to be fulfilled once again, the elder Azevedos must turn to their only high school-aged child, Marina, and give them a simple mission: become a student at Beacon Hills High, get close to Scott McCall and Derek Hale through him, and give them the assistance and guidance that Marina’s kind is meant to give, once again forming a bridge between their family and the supernatural residents of Beacon Hills.
Marina, having always wanted to go to a regular school like others their age, is only too happy to accept the mission. The only problem, they quickly discover, is that while Scott and his endearingly energetic best friend take a liking to them quickly after they reveal their nymph status and offer their help, Derek Hale refuses to trust them, angry at Marina’s family for not being able to help his own escape the fire that claimed all of their lives.
Well, that’s not the only problem. There’s also the fact that, after so many years only being around their siblings and cousins, Marina isn’t very good at making friends naturally, which along with their family’s reputation quickly earns them the title of Weird New Kid. And the fact that Scott’s new sort-of girlfriend is definitely hiding something, and he’s too smitten to listen to Marina’s suspicions. And the fact that, after the incident where Derek nearly died from a wolfsbane bullet, Scott’s main bully Jackson seems different, in a distinctly supernatural way that Marina can’t quite pinpoint. And, likely worst of all, the fact that Marina can feel themself getting a worse and worse crush on one Stiles Stilinski, despite the fact that he’s hopelessly in love with his best friend’s bully’s girlfriend.
Maybe, Marina quickly finds, they didn’t quite consider all the possibilities before accepting this mission from their family. But even in the midst of all this supernatural danger and chaos, they know they’ll always have the love and guidance of their family, as well as being able to gain new friends, slowly take down the walls Derek Hale has built up to keep their family out… and, possibly, even find romance with the dorky, energetic boy whose best friend Marina had originally been sent to help.
If they don’t all die first, that is. After everything that keeps happening, Marina isn’t willing to rule out the possibility. ❞
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gentletwin · 2 years
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And here's Ari with not one, not two, not three, not four, but f i v e different frog plushies, including one that had a flower crown, and one being Keroppi from sanrio. "Hey Lucas, I heard it was your birthday so... Happy birthday!" Ari gives him the plushies with a bright smile. "I would've gotten you more but, I'm not sure a dump truck could've fit inside." She laughs slightly as she was... Probably joking. Maybe. Still she wanted to wish her younger brother figure, friend a happy birthday! (arithevxmpire)
LUCAS BIRTH || @arithevxmpire || Accepting
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Hey, five frogs is already super generous. They’ve all got unique charms — and hey, he recognizes one of them as the one that Cammie really likes! For good reason, too. Keroppi is very cute. But that’s not to put down his amphibian brethren that Ari has presented Lucas with.
He...is definitely going to need a dedicated space to display the plushies he’s amassed from friends over time. But he’s not mad about it. They’re all friend shaped.
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❝ Aw, Ari, thanks! Five’s already way more than I was expectin’! ❞ Lucas laughs, doing his best to hold all five as they’re handed to him. ❝ Plus, if ya turned up with a dump truck full of ‘em, I don’t think I could’a named ‘em all! ❞
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plantsarepeopletoo · 6 months
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Only Friends Music EP6 (part 1/2)
Happy (F*cking) Birthday
Another installment of the Only friends music series. The details continue to be amazing, all praise Jojo. 
*Question* Should I keep using sound cloud, or switch to spotify? I put all the songs from this post in a spotify playlist here
Quick recap, music is used in three different ways:
Just background music (Background) - It’s important and creates an atmosphere, like using Disco Frog for Mew and Cheum’s chat at the bar. These I will not use unless I see a theme or something important later.
Playing with Music (Playful) - It’s like body language, the music will pause, start up, move along faster or slower. It's intentionally moving with what is happening on screen.
Verbal/Vocal - Music that is telling us things. It could be songs that have names that seem important or have lyrics that may or may not be in the show. If there are lyrics I will include them, but will specify if they are in OF, and where they start and stop.
Master List here, in my pinned post. These will be long and split into parts, mostly because of lyrics and Music players. Written after EP8 came out, so some EP8 spoilers. This one was hard for me, I had a rough week physically, hence the delay.
Thank you @rocketturtle4 and @shouldiusemyname for helping with editing and song lyrics.
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Song: Tell Me Something New (Tigerblood Jewel Remix) by Wellmess Scene: Opening
In the recap, the song starts when Top is going to kiss Mew, and continues as we see Nick and Boston in the pool, and Ray and Sand and ends with a crash as Boston says Ray’s whole ass is owned by Mew. Last time this was played was in EP5 when Sand and Ray are in the kitchen about to try out a "hangover cure".
Lyrics not in show:
I waited for someone to save I wanna tell you something new You drove us both into a wall I drive away into the night And I, contemplate for a while (Chorus) Don’t you think it would be for the best If I packed my stuff and leave sooner than this Don’t you think it would’ve been for the best If I packed my stuff and leave sooner than this Don’t you wish I would’ve been someone else I wanna fill your gaps without making a mess And you, won’t you tell me something new I wanna tell you something new
Everyone is about to crash. More here for EP5.
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Song: Chemistry! by Flux Vortex  Scene: Montage of Top and Mew having fun in the pool Type: Vocal
Song edited so lyrics start here:
If you keep this up, then I'll let you in 'Cause you, have a way with me like no one else Yeah you, almost make me fall in love Yeah you, got me hypnotized under your spell I know I'll go home with you tonight, oh
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When I get you closer to my body Wanna feel your hands all over me Gonna make him jealous everybody 'Cause you know we got chemistry! Oh yeah, all around me Oh yeah, chemistry! Oh yeah, you and me Yea you know we got chemistry! You make all my problems feel miles away Nothing in this world makes sense until today I can see the colors now, no black and white If you keep this up, then I'll stay the night It's coming over me It's everywhere I see It feels like ecstasy I cannot stay surrounded
Starts as we see Top and Mew jump into the pool and we get a montage of them having fun and being close. The theme of being bewitched or high has come back, which started with Bewitched by Zorro in EP1. Though it is interesting that it is “almost love”. Whatever Mew is feeling is close enough to love that Mew feels comfortable enough to talk about his parents. Mew and Top are riding that high from last episode, enjoying each other. 
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Song: From Across the Lake by Roots and Recognition  Scene: Mew talks about his moms Type: background, but used again later
Starts after Top asks about Mew’s mom liking women. I bring up this song because it is used again later, and brings a certain domestic calm feeling as they talk about their families. Also, it is similar to the song Through the Fields, which was played while Sand and Ray were talking about their parents in the last episode.
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Song: Would If I Could by The New Fools  Scene: School/ friends eat together Type: Vocal
Starts in the classroom scene when Ray turns to stare at Boston after the Cheum reassures their teacher that they can keep work and personal life separate. The song continues while the friends eat, Ray continues to be pissed, absorbing how his friends are not being honest with themselves or with their partners. 
Cheum complains about her girlfriend, Boston talks about not dating, saying his heart is frozen. And Mew says he’s going to get lasik from a doctor Top knows, implying Mew is changing for Top.
This change in Ray began when Sand didn’t scold Ray back at the guitar store ‘date’ with Sand. He started to learn how you should be treated by your friends and loved ones, not just blamed and looked at as a burden. He’s realized his friends are not acting right towards him or towards their partners. Even so, Ray continues to bottle it all in, choosing not to say anything even when he obviously disagrees with his friends.
Boston exchanges a look with Ray while Mew is saying he’s getting Lasik, stopping Ray from saying anything. Boston might just be enjoying Ray's obvious discomfort. Boston almost seems like he wants to punish Ray for loving Mew. In Boston's mind, he has framed any help he gives Mew as a romantic move, instead of a friend being concerned.
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Song: Side 2 Side by Filthy The Kid  Scene: Boston and Nick at Taco Lake Type: Vocal
Lyrics in show:
I think it’s true I ain’t never loved the west side Till I met you I was in it for the test ride Long nights, big waves what’s there to hate and now we hold hands, Z4, PCH I’m from the big city, big dreams, where big 50 The Notorious, Jay-Z instilled in me
Mostly a happy song, I think from Nick’s point of view. He had a similar song last episode that I didn’t talk about, Lords of the Land. Both songs are hopeful and laidback. Personally, it’s what I call longboarding music, a warm summer night, breezy, smooth road, and nothing to worry about, kick, push, coast. Nick has been feeling really great about Boston.
"Hooked on all your flaws" is a lyric later in the song, and Nick is accepting the worst parts of Boston, with little more than a flinch, even as Boston tries to blame the cookies for his behavior. Nick tries to coax the truth from him, and Boston calls him out for liking bad guys.
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Song: experimental by Gridded  Scene: Gap says Hi to Boston Type: Vocal, background
Song adds a sense of unease to Boston and Gap’s interaction. We get a duality of Boston being mad at Gap but also having and using the recording of his friends kissing, and we have more of Boston not being able to, or refusing to, self-reflect. After Gap leaves Nick doesn’t push Boston, instead tries to comfort him. He overpowers Boston, possibly hinting at Nick experimenting with the changing boundaries and balance of their relationship.
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Song: From across the Lake by Roots and Recognition (again)  Scene: Top and Mew at the hospital talking about Lasik  Type: Background, emotional
Last time this played was at the beginning of the episode, when Top and Mew are talking about their parents. It starts when Top says "Of course I'd want to accompany my boyfriend." Top is being supportive, domestic, he is doing the "right thing" by being with Mew to take care of him.
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Song: Painted Roses by Water Mirrors  Scene: Top taking care of Mew post Lasik Type: Background, Possibly Vocal
Starts as Mew reaches out for Top to lay down with him. Stops before Mew says he should thank Boston. The song is edited so that the snapping/clapping sound is gone. 
A connection could be made with Painted Roses from Alice in Wonderland and how Top is painting his life to fit Mew’s wants and needs. In some ways he seems to have fully given in to remaking himself for Mew, and yet he continues to shape Mew to fit him, given Lasik was his idea in the first place. 
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Sorry Soundcloud decided to stop working for me
Song: If Love Feels Like a Fever (feat. Ian Luxton) by Particle House 
Scene: Mew falls asleep, Top starts drawing Mew. 
Type: Vocal
Lyrics heard in show; A September night And the summers old This still feels so right But it's getting cold The door is open Light the fuse 
Lyrics continue not in show:
If you want me to I will let you go There'll be someone new I don't wanna know I have no idea what I would do without you I know it's me that has caused you trouble But I am changing More than you know Every minute with you I stumble Maybe that's why you're still here And that makes me love you even more Always by myself Always in control This is something else I need to let it go Like a hurricane you took the room In the light of stars I will tell you what I feel If love feels like a fever Then you know it is for real Door is open light the fuse (Chorus)
Starts as Mew falls asleep, so this song is from Top’s feelings. He’s falling hard for Mew, “I am changing, more than you know”. 
“The Summer is old and it’s getting cold” is an interesting line that they included in the show, most of their songs have been about a high, not wanting to let go of this good feeling, being bewitched. Then this song is signaling the end of that Summer High feeling, just as this being one of the first songs to talk about love, not almost love, but love. 
Top is used to being in control, getting what and who he wants, as he says repeatedly to other people. Mew comes in unexpectedly and wrecks his control, even as he gloats to Sand in the hospital that he got what he wants. Mew is a Hurricane, and Top is holding the door open for him to come into his life. 
To everyone else Top is smug and confident that he’ll get Mew, to Mew he seems to be willing to change. Mew came in like that hurricane, demanding and pushing Top off center, to think about more than just himself.
So, this song seems to signal Tops final surrender. To some extent in the beginning he’s been playing a game to sleep with Mew, but his goals have shifted and changed. Sleeping with Boston left him feeling very unfulfilled and he turned his effort to being Mew’s “ideal” boyfriend. They have slept together, Mew has trusted his judgment and had Lasik, from Top’s perspective Mew has given in completely to their relationship. For Top who seems extremely isolated it’s clear that Mew’s trust has led him into a dream world where he feels seen and loved and this song talks about this, about Top’s surrender into his feelings and into the person Mew sees him as and the person he wants to be. 
Unfortunately…it doesn’t last long, but his surrender here is significant, he is not likely to let Mew go without a fight, especially as the reason’s Mew states for breaking up (feeling tricked, was it all a game) are now so far from the truth that Top can’t bear to have him believe it. 
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Song: No Apology by Mike Stringer  Scene: Sand and Ray play pool Theme: Vocal
The word “Fuse” from the previous song carries over to this scene, and No Apology starts right away. Ray walks past a sign that says “Sometimes we think too much and feel too little” as he greets Sand at the pool table. Red lights, a picture of a gun without ammunition, a moose head and a target are behind Sand at the pool table.(See picture above, The moose head is on the wall to the left). The moose head being symbolic of Boston and his hunting trophies, the clip is ammunition for the gun, and the target is Mew and Top’s relationship. There seems to be more symbolism in this scene, but that’s for another post.
Ray comes to Sand, maybe hoping for Sand to be ready to talk with him. Ray doesn’t offer an apology because he has not done anything wrong. Also, Ray never argues when people assume the worst from him, he accepts and internalizes it. “Burden to society”, “Only good for spending money”
He has already told Sand all he can: “If you want to know anything, ask me” he doesn’t further assume that Sand cares enough about him to be jealous or hurt, continuing to see himself as a burden to all.
What’s different about this scene is Sand in his hurt at Ray and his anger at Top he has switched off from caring, becoming unstable, in some ways shifting and unsolid, like the Sand he is named for rather than the solid glass he had been previously when exposed to Ray’s heat alone. 
Sand’s hurt comes from a real place of course, Boston has crystalized his uncertainty in their relationship by discussing Mew openly, and wrongly, with no denial from Ray. Sand now thinks of himself only as Mew’s replacement, like in Tell Me Something New, from last episode and from the opening of this episode
Don’t you think it would’ve been for the best If I packed my stuff and leave sooner than this Don’t you wish I would’ve been someone else I wanna fill your gaps without making a mess And you, won’t you tell me something new I wanna tell you something new
So he withdraws and Ray becomes a means to an end. He is willing to set Ray on the path to be the bad guy or maybe he even thinks he’s giving Ray what he wants, a way of being Mew’s savior. The song No Apology makes the first option more likely, he’s here, angry and he’s loading Ray up and pointing him at Top (he thinks) and he is not sorry about doing so.
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Song: Replicants by Hampus Naeselius  Scene: Sand sends the clip to Ray Type: background, emotional
The title of this song possibly refers to the way the audio clip of Top and Boston having sex, taken non-consensually and then further stolen and shared non-consensually. Its sharing is being replicated over and over again. Probably not a blade runner reference, more of replication like a virus.
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Song: Eyes in the back of my head by Katori Walker and Timothy Infinite 
Scene: Boston’s house with Boston’s dad
Type: Vocal
Some of the lyrics not in show:
Love, pray you stay around me forever and never leave me We'll go together forever, I know you need me It ain’t hard to love you, I promise that shit is easy I can see the future so vivid, I think it's 3D Stay the night forever and ever, I think I'm needy Bein' my reflection, my mirror, I know you see me See me Need me Easy Hug me Love me Trust me Love me Love me
Starts as Boston’s dad says that Boston is going to New York if he doesn’t graduate, and the melody comes in as Boston says he’s not in a relationship because it’s annoying. This song first played in full at the beginning of ep3, with Nick and Boston’s sex montage. Back when Nick was using sex to get Boston addicted to him. Then Nick was desperate, basically begging Boston to love him, to see him, to need him. Now he’s seeing that work slip from his fingers.
Song here is a bit playful too, highlighting Nick’s feelings as Boston and his dad talk about relationships and New York. "Why would I want a relationship?  It’s annoying." As the melody starts to play, we find out Boston’s dad is proud of him for not being in a relationship, and it ends in the darkroom as Boston says “It’s not settled yet. I don’t want to jump to that conclusion.”
This scene does give us another look at how Boston acts, what he pays attention to, what he doesn’t. He knows his dad doesn’t value relationships, even as he himself realizes fuck buddies might not be enough. He pays attention to Nick, understanding why Nick is upset. He pays attention to his photography. But the moment things turn to something he’s not interested in or doesn’t like, he disconnects. This includes his own emotions, disconnecting from his own responsibility and that makes self reflection impossible.
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Song: Had to Be You (feat. jobii) by King Sis  Scene: Boston and Nick in the darkroom Type: Vocal
First part is not in the show:
I ran away from heartbreak Got nothing in return for my pain I never thought I’d be so empty, so alone, and afraid Wasn’t looking for a lover Nobody understood where I’ve been I guess I thought I needed more time to protect my love from potential offenses
Lyrics IN the show:
So I (held it in) Then you (came around) And you (played it cool) But I (shut it down) So you (took your time) And I (opened up) I’m not surprised by what I found Because I knew I needed something different and (It had to be you) Out the blue Somebody who would listen and (It had to be you) Out of all the people to revive my love Couldn’t be just anyone (Had to be you) My baby it had to be you
Lyrics continue not in the show (sorry for confusion:)
I didn’t seem to notice That you were checking for me, we were just friends But we started building trust and my fragile heart started to mend I should’ve paid attention You would’ve been the obvious choice But I needed time to see clearly, dig deep, and cut through the noise So I (held it in) Then you (came around) And you (played it cool) But I (shut it down) So you (took your time) And I (opened up) I’m not surprised by what I found Cuz I knew I needed something different and (It had to be you) Out the blue Somebody who would listen and (It had to be you) Out of all the people to revive my love Couldn’t be just anyone (Had to be you) My baby it had to be you
The song starts as Boston says Nick is his number one (while he’s still in Thailand.) Nick is actually upset this time, no games, and throws it back into Boston’s face. It doesn’t matter what number he is, he doesn’t like Boston that way. Boston admits that he knows Nick likes him, but has kept him around because he likes Nick’s attention, that he’s not annoying. Lyrics start while they make out. 
From Nick’s point of view, he has hope, especially since Boston admitted that Nick’s feelings were known. If he can just push a bit more, make Boston drop more barriers and open up a little bit more, then maybe Boston will fall for him.
If this song is from Boston’s point of view, then maybe Nick is succeeding in getting Boston to be more honest about himself. Boston is full of masks, masks that drop every now and then, and Nick has been trying to get Boston to drop those masks. Who else wouldn’t flinch away from the worst of Boston, and would understand, if not Nick?
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Feels like someone sucker punched my outer thighs and yet I'm too afraid to idle at home so I force myself into 2 hours of dispassionate painting ahead of friends coming over for dinner. It doesn't seem right that I have to host my own celebration, and yet I chose this. Secretly better than Ottolenghi, the Israeli restaurant Honey and Co delivers mezze, stews, and baklava to my house at 4.30pm and then I FaceTime with V who is sunning herself in Bahia, tell her I don't want to see anybody. Making space for 8 in my home requires grievous rearrangement of furniture. It is only when I do this that I realise how many beverages and cleaning products I buy in bulk, and how nuts it looks. I cover the beverages with music equipment and put my antidepressants in an elegant bowl as though they're on offer to guests, and I stuff socks into the crevice of my sofa for no good reason. I meditate, bathe, weirdly walk out my front door and walk back in to imagine what a stranger sees, scan the main room for residual dead giveaways that something is wrong with how I live J arrives first, the only other Capricorn, it's his birthday tomorrow. I tell him I don't know why I love so many late people. He gets me a ceramic jug in the shape of a frog and some tulips. Then C, freshly out of the covid danger zone, asking for more parking permits. As for the year's supply of rolling papers he gifts me - remembering that that's all I said I wanted when we watched the World Cup last month - he says they were really hard to get. He was on the phone with various HR departments of various suppliers. In many ways, knowing C but his hard-earned journalistic credentials to such bad use moves me more than any act of love I've ever received / will ever receive. He also hands me a card with Joe Rogan on it, reading "happy birthday man! That's crazy! Have you ever done DMT?". I can't believe someone made this, I say, placing it in the shelving system overlooking where we will eat. "I found a right wing Etsy store", C explains S and J and H, the Goldsmiths contingent, and most sympathetic to my feeling old at 30 since they, too are all hovering around 30. More flowers than there are vases. Good problem to have. I force everybody to eat, like the anorexic mother I may someday become. M arrives and says he used up all his punctuality getting to the spa yesterday. Everybody is smoking, which will later irritate me, despite my own contribution to it. I have a prejudice against pre-rolled cigarettes, convinced that the extra chemicals make the stench worse. I always do this when I host, engage in pedantry. M's loud eating will also later drive me up the wall. F rocks up at 8, never removes their hands from their pockets except to eat lamb which they'll claim helped ease the pain of a recent breakup. I find myself feeling guilty at what an early 2000s British nostalgia showdown the dinner becomes, and how lost F (Canadian) looks when J and C start screaming quotes from former "Steps" band member Lisa Scott-Lee's reality spin off show at each other from across the room. Many of the references are even lost on me. I wasn't allowed much television as a child. C tells us of a tv host who used to weight recently postpartum celebrities on his show to shame them for not losing the baby weight. I manage to relax. At the very least, the food is fantastic. I make a note to write the restaurant owners the following day When everybody leaves at midnight I tell R I have to move all the furniture back to its pre-dinner state. "Or you won't sleep, right?", he asks, "I'm the same". I can't vacuum this late so I sweep furiously and text R "I'm sweeping furiously". Eventually I climb into my delicious bed, delighted to have fulfilled all of the week's social expectations, and knowing all I have to do on Saturday is get three sets of keys cut in Kensington. The wind whistling through the gaps in Georgian architecture is a lullaby for adults
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Simple Things
“You gotta start romanticizing your life. You gotta start believing that even the smallest and most mundane things are exciting and new. You have to, because that’s when you start truly living. That’s when you look forward to every day.” 
I had a friend recently tell me I need to start writing about something else.  This is what he told me: “Write about stuff that’s good, write about the things that make you smile, not about the things that make your heart hurt.” 
Believe it or not but I have a running list of small and simple things that make me happy in my google docs. This list is years old and pages long. I hope I inspire some of you out there to find joy in the simple things. So here is my list of simple things I look forward to every day... simple things that make me happy (in alphabetical order because that also makes me happy):
A
Acing a test I studied hard for
A full tank of gas
A good face mask
Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about me
All the good things autumn brings (leaves changing colors, sweater weather, etc)
Anticipation
B
Baby animals
Babysitting small people (and calling children small people) 
Baking homemade chocolate chip cookies 
Balloons 
Banana bread
Bed head
Being called pretty/beautiful/amazing
Being in the habit of telling people “thank you”
Being liked back
Being the first to say “hello” to someone 
Being the most positive and enthusiastic person in the room
Being tucked in bed by someone who loves you 
Binge watching movies/netflix on lazy days 
Blasting music in the car 
Blowing bubbles and popping them
Blowing out birthday candles and making a wish
Blushing
Boys who smell good 
Braids: french, dutch, fishtail
Brushing and flossing my teeth 
Bumping shoulders/arms with the people walking next to me
Butterflies in my stomach
Buying new school supplies: fresh notebooks, pens/pencils, erasers
Buying whatever kids are selling on card tables in their front yards
C
Camera flashes
Candles: fall, vanilla, cookie scents 
Catching the clock at 11:11
Catching a fish then releasing it 
Cheek kisses, nose kisses, forehead kisses, all-over kisses
Chicken tacos and cheese fries
Climbing into a made bed with freshly washed sheets
Coffee
Coloring children coloring books
Concerts. Just concerts. 
Contagious laughs
Cookie dough
Cooking/baking something for the first time (new recipes)
Cows 
Coziness
Crashing on a hotel bed
D
Dainty gold necklaces/earrings
Dancing in the rain
Dark eyeshadow 
Dimples
Dirty converse
Discovering new artists/bands and new music 
Dogs getting excited about everything 
Donating things to the less fortunate: food, toys, books, etc
Drinking chocolate milk
Drive-in movie theaters 
Driving grandpa’s tractor in the 24th of July parade
E
Easy conversations that just flow
Eating a certain food I’ve been craving 
End of the school year 
Entering a warm room/car after being in the cold
Expressing appreciation and gratitude 
F
Family all gathered around the table when eating a meal, playing a game, or just spending time together 
Feeling comfortable in my own skin 
Feeling good after a workout 
Feeling loved
Feeling so much of one emotion I can’t help but cry 
Feeling the bass of a song in your chest
Finding something that has been lost for a while 
Fireworks. The “boom” you feel in your heart when they explode
First kisses 
Flowers
Flowers that grow even if no one was there to water them 
Forgiving others, and more importantly, forgiving myself 
Frogs
G
Genuine smiles with squinty eyes
Getting a sore stomach from laughing too hard 
Getting my back scratched/giving back scratches 
Getting my nails done 
Giving sincere compliments 
Going on long drives
Going to an art gallery/museum
Googly eyes
Grandma’s chicken noodle soup
Gummy bears/gummy worms (especially the sour ones)
H
Half smiles from someone who is too mad/sad to speak
Handing out positive compliments to strangers
Handwritten notes/letters
Happy scents: lemongrass, lavender, freshly baked bread, cinnamon, pepper, cloves, popcorn, cherry blosso, etc
Hard work
Having a clean room/clean apartment 
Having a good hair/makeup day 
Having deep/long conversations 
Having good manners 
Having no homework
Having no makeup on and feeling comfortable 
‘He loves me, he loves me not’ petal picking 
Hiking
Hitting all the words to a rap song perfectly 
Holding hands 
Holding the door open for other people 
Holiday feelings 
Hot chocolate with lots of marshmallows
Hotel keys that never got returned 
Houses with fireplaces
Hugging my mom and telling her I love her
Hunter Holden (my name of course) 
I
“I love you’s”
Instantly clicking/connecting with someone
Intimate details about someone: the wrinkles around their eyes, the freckles on their arms, the scars on their legs, etc
J
Jumping on a trampoline
Joke telling 
K
Keeping secrets
Kept promises
Kids laughing
Kneading fresh dough
Knowing all the words to a good song
Knowing that there are good things happening somewhere every second of the day
Knowing the sun is there every day, and it will always come up tomorrow
L
Laughing so hard you cry
Late mornings/sleeping in
Late night drives 
Lavender 
Leaving things better than I found them
Leftover takeout (it’s always better the next day) 
Lemonade stands 
Licking a lollipop
Licking brownie/cake batter off of the spoon
Listening to someone heartbeat on their chest
Listening to someone with an accent talk
Listening to people genuinely laughing 
Little kids wearing squeaky or light-up shoes
Little kids who like you/want to be around you/run up to you and give you a hug
Long hot showers/baths
Long unexpected hugs
Long phone calls/facetimes
Looking at christmas lights 
Looking at someone, like REALLY looking 
Looking at the moon
Looking down at the clouds and earth while on an airplane
Love letters
Lyrics/songs that perfectly describe how you’re feeling
M
Making new friends
Making silly faces at little kids without getting caught by their parents 
Making someone laugh
Marvel movies
Meeting people with the same taste of music as you
Melons: watermelon, cantaloupe, honeydew
Minty shampoo and conditioners that make your scalp tingle
Mouthed “thank you’s” from someone 
My family 
N
National parks
New art supplies
New technology
Not being able to control my laughter
Not being the first to let go in a hug
Notes left in library books
Noticing the little details
O
October
Old photos
Old recipes written in my grandma’s handwriting 
Online orders arriving in the mailbox
Opening a new pack of crayons
Opening up to someone
Open windows
Overtipping a good waitress/waiter
P
Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches 
Peeling off sweaty socks after a long day
People who make you feel good by just being around them
Petting/playing with puppies
Photo albums/scrapbooks
Pinky promises
Positive notes left on mirrors 
Pretty makeup and hair
Pulled pork sandwiches 
Putting on a brand new pair of socks/underwear
Putting on warm clothes from the dryer
Puppy breath
Q
Quilted blankets 
R
Rainbows
Rainy days/nights
Receiving compliments that have nothing to do with your looks but your character
Remembering other people’s birthdays 
Returning a shopping cart
Returning something borrowed
Riding a shopping cart to your car 
Riding roller coasters
Road trips
Rodeos 
Rooms filled with sunlight
Rooting for the underdog
Running through the sprinklers
S
Seeing someone after being apart for a long time
Self-care days
Sending people valentines day cards
Shivering when I get cold
Sifting through thrift stores
Singing in the shower
Sitting in a quiet place and just thinking 
Sleepy voices
Slow dancing 
Smiling and saying “hi” to strangers 
Smiling big
Snowflakes/snowmen/snow angels/ snow globes
Snuggling up after a long hard day
Soft/slow kisses
Sombreros 
Someone who makes me laugh
Stars/stargazing/meteor showers
Staying in on a rainy day 
Sticking your arms/head out of the sunroof in a car
Stumbling over a sentence because I can’t stop laughing at what I’m about to say 
Stutters
Summer nights
Sunburns
Sunflowers
Sunsets/sunrises
Sunshine
T
Taking a nap
Taking your bra/makeup off and putting your hair up when you get home
Telling someone I love them
The sound of birds chirping on a summer morning
The sound of crickets on a summer night 
‘Thing-a-ma-jiggy’
Tiny specks of color in people’s eyes
Thanksgiving
The fact that everyone has their own handwriting even though we all learned how to write letters the same way
The magic that comes from the first snowfall of the season
The smell of old books
The smell/sound of rain
The warmth in someone’s eyes who genuinely cares
The way the sun filters onto someone’s face for a split second
Thunder/lightening storms that wake you in the middle of the night 
Treating other people the way I want to be treated
Trumpet/saxophone/fiddle solos 
Tubing behind a boat
Turning to look at someone and they were looking at you first
Turtles
Twinkle lights
U
Unexpected phone calls
Used books
UV lights: everything glows
V
Vanilla scents
Vibrant colors
Visiting a new place and soaking it all in 
W
Waking up before the rest of the world
Waking up christmas morning
Waking up without the alarm
Warm sand between your toes
Watching a favorite sports team win an important game
Watching a good movie
Wearing a new outfit
Wearing sweatpants all day
When someone brushes/plays with my hair
When someone fiddles/twists a ring on their finger
When someone glances at every mirror they pass
When someone tells me they miss me 
When someone understands you
Wildflowers
Wishing on certain things: 11:11, dandelions, birthday candles, eyelashes, shooting starts
Wooden floors
Writing “To Do” lists then crossing everything off the list
Writing with a new pen/pencil
X
Y
Yawns and how contagious they are
Yellow: it’s a happy color
Yellowstone
Z
Zucchini bread
If you’re still here, thank you for reading. I hope you too will start to notice the little things that make you happy and how it can change the way you see the world.
-Hunter Louise 
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here comes the bride, all dressed in pride
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summary; You and your cousin Doyeon have had beef with each other since the sandbox. When she plucks the last straw, you decide to end your long-simmering fight by claiming that you and her ex—Jeon Jungkook, are now boyfriend and girlfriend pairing; jungkook x reader (f) genre/warnings; fake dating!au, fluff, crack, mentions of cheating, lang, alcohol, mc eats meat, tw sexual harassment, toxic family, dick talk, making out, if u have that one family member that pulls bs on you constantly this is it, this fic is for all the people who have a huge ass family who wont leave them alone w.c; 17.3k  a/n: my second fic for gcn’s 23 birthday project! the fact that wedding szn zoomed by us like that... and so bc im sad that so many weddings had to be postponed this fic was born! a huge thank u to vivi @eerieedits​ / @chillingtae​​ for creating this BEAUTIFUL fic banner and separator pls check vivi out to make your fics all purty
prompts used: “You’ve always been beautiful to me, don’t you know that?” and “I never knew love could be like this, feel like this.”
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Doyeon likes to call Jungkook, “the one who got away.” 
You like to call Doyeon, “the one who drove him away.” 
In secret, of course. In fact, the only person who knows how much you loathe Doyeon and her behavior is your father. And all your co-workers. And your boss. And your boss’ ex-husband. 
And Jeon Jungkook, but of course you haven’t seen the man in two years and back then he was far too polite to address his concerns of your hatred of his then-girlfriend. 
Okay, so everyone and their mother knows how much you don’t like your cousin. Kim Doyeon and you have had beef since the sandbox, and for whatever reason is always out to one-up you. A strange competitive nature in everything, academics, family, and even boys. The sick, twisted part of you has come to enjoy it. While you’re not a fighter as devout as Doyeon is, you have your own callous tendencies farmed from the seeds Doyeon has planted in your brain. She gives you a comment? You can’t help but throw one back. Since you’re a painfully mature soul you don’t have any mortal enemies as far as you know, Doyeon is the perfect amount of hot water to keep you on your toes. 
“I’m really sorry that you couldn’t be a bridesmaid,” Doyeon cooes next to you, swirling her champagne glass with a too-jutted pout, “but if I did there’d be an odd number of pairings and you’re a little too old to be walking as a bridesmaid, am I right?” 
Your nails. Are digging. Through your dress. Alas, you’re in public and you have class. Doyeon smiles at you with all teeth, reminding you of the Beldam from Coraline. Aside from that she looks absolutely stunning in that Lirika Matoshi strawberry dress that has her Instagram aching with likes and love from her baseless followers. 
“I don’t know,” you reply lightly, leaning back in your seat, “I mean, if Yoojung and Rena can be bridesmaids and they’re three years older than me, wouldn’t I make the cut? It’s okay to be honest and say you just didn’t want me in the bridal party.” 
Doyeon laughs, slaps your thigh like you told her the most hilarious joke in the world. Anyone passing by would think you’re best friends. You laugh too, incredulous at the amount of power she thinks she holds. 
“Nice party,” you tack on, surveying the room. It’s filled with pastels and beiges, bright and airy.  It’s Parisian themed, and while you’re not a fan of theming cultures, you can’t deny that you’re loving the infinite supply of macarons. 
“Oh, yes. This is just a taste of the real wedding,” she laces her fingers together, as if she thinks she’s living an Elizibethean love story, “speaking of, you put on your RSVP that you’re bringing a plus one. Am I allowed to know who’s the unlucky date?” 
“As if you care.” 
“I care if you’re bringing Jimin. That tiny thing nearly gave Aunt Lillian a heart attack when he gave a striptease at Yoongi’s graduation party.” 
You smirk softly at the bold memory. That was the plan. 
Doyeon sighs dramatically, crossing her legs and popping out a cherry red heel. She plays with the back on the balls of her feet, letting the little pearly rhinestones glisten in the candlelight, “I should really commend you, cousin,” she drawls, “I mean, how kind of you to be so charitable and give your dopey friends a chance to have fun. After all, I’m sure it is difficult for someone like you to find a date.” 
It’s no surprise as to how you end up with a date at any family formal gathering. You say you bring a plus one, and then between Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok. The three of them draw straws as to who gets to gorge on free alcohol and food for that night. 
“Difficult?” you arch a brow, “I get plenty of dates.” 
Doyeon giggles. She must be feeling extra vindictive today, high on her impending marriage and the taste of bubbly champagne. “By taking turns with those three? You gotta be kidding me,” she snorts, tipping back her crystal, “please y/n. Don’t get so defensive because I’m getting married first. Your time will come. That is, if you stop dicking around with your friends.” 
Normally you’d smother any attempt at Doyeon to call out your friends, but now she’s just done that and insulted your ability to get some, and you are livid. 
“Actually,” you quip sharply, “I’ve been dating someone. It’s been a couple months, actually.” 
“Oh?” Doyeon’s genuinely interested, face falling slightly, “you’ve never mentioned anyone, I don’t see anyone on your social media.” 
“Yeah well,” you feign sympathy, pressing your lips together and tilting your head accordingly, “I’ve had to keep it private for a couple of reasons.” 
“What, is he ugly or something?” she chuckles, “but really, who’s the person who has the misfortune of being in a committed relationship with you?” 
Maybe it’s because Doyeon’s right, the both of you are too old. The two of you have been running around each other for years, with no end in sight. Maybe, the words that linger on the tip of your tongue will be the final nail in the coffin. 
“Jeon Jungkook,” you state proudly, clear as day. “Jungkook and I have been dating for three months.” 
And you pick up the vanilla macaron that sits innocently on your plate, ravishing it up like it contained all the tension in your table. Between you and Doyeon’s bubble, you could hear a pin drop. 
“Jungkook?” her smile is concrete-solid, “my Jungkook?” 
“My Jungkook,” you correct, giving her a puppy-eyed look, “I’m really sorry I never told you. I mean, is there ever a right time to tell your cousin they’re dating their ex-boyfriend?” you laugh, either to lighten the mood or because you love the way Doyeon pinches her face, you don’t know.
“How did you two even meet?” 
“We reconnected through Seokjin. You know how the two of them play Starcraft together, I just ended up joining the call and he was so funny and nice. We just sorta… felt it.” Doyeon nods like a slow bobblehead, still comprehending in her pea-sized brain, “I just hope it isn’t too awkward. I know it’s been awhile but, if you really don’t want Jungkook to come I can always take Hoseok or something.” 
“No, it’s fine,” Doyeon says a little too quickly, masking on her picture-perfect smile. “I’m with Namjoon now, and I’m totally happy. Water under the bridge, it’ll be totally fine.” 
“Really?” your eyes practically sparkle, thankful for the amount of glitter and highlighter you’ve dumped on your face today, “I really appreciate it, Yeonie.” 
And she quickly downs her champagne glass, and gets up from her seat. It’s haunting, the way she gets up, pink tulle billowing around her ankles. “I have to attend to the other guests,” she says. 
“Of course,” you raise your glass.
“But, be careful,” she gives you a little smile, one filled with a last-ditch attempt at a jab, “Jungkook, he’s a little hard to deal with.” 
“Oh don’t worry. I know how to deal with Jungkook’s hardness,” you wink, and Doyeon’s face falls like a ton of bricks. 
“That’s not what I meant.” 
“I know,” you shrug loftily, “that’s what I meant, though.” 
And you don’t bother watching Doyeon stomp off the metaphorical stage, double fisting two new glasses of champagne from an awaiting butler as she finds some other poor guest to pick on. Now, the matter of securing your date. Conveniently so, the most important man in the room is walking your way, and you manage to snag his tie just as he passes your table. 
“Ow—ow! I’m choking!” Seokjin grabs, nearly throwing his tall body onto your lap, hands grappling to release the tension on his neck. “Leave me alone, woman! I just wanted to get some chicken tenders!” 
“Jin,” you say sweetly, opening his blazer to retrieve his phone, “I need Jeon’s number, now.” 
“Jungkook?” your favorite cousin pales, eyes widening as you take out your phone of your own, copying down the digits, “what did you do?” 
“Don’t ask questions.” 
Seokjin says your name again, firmer. “You’re playing with fire.” 
“It’ll be fine, it’s the last time,” you quell, already knowing how much Seokjin hates being in the middle of your fights. Once you’ve secured the phone number, you place Seokjin’s phone back into his pocket, patting his breast. “Thank you. You know you’re my favorite cousin, you know that?” 
He grumbles a “damn right I am” before stomping away, resuming his race for his chicken tenders. 
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You: hey jeon it’s y/n. I see you’re doing great, i saw on instagram that you released your first app w/yoongi! Totally amazing, been playing for weeks, really upset that i can’t get past the flaming frog boss :((
You: Feel free to ignore this, i won’t blame you if you do. Im at doyeon’s rehearsal dinner, and she basically snubbed my friends and said i couldn’t get some prime dick even though im?? Me??? Anyway, im tired of her shit so im gonna throw it back at her, one last time before she ties the knot. I told her you and i have been dating, and im bringing you as my date to her wedding. Really sorry, the demons took over my brain and made the worst and best comeback of my life. So… if you’re up for being the hottest couple on the floor in three weeks and showing how madly in love we are, please text me back? Or not. You might think this family is crazy and i accept partial responsibility. 
You: I’ll buy u every meal for every practice date we have if u agree.💕💕💕
Jeon Jung-boo-thang: thanks, i appreciate that. To defeat the frog boss, go back to the coconut cave and find the garnet garter. It absorbs his fire and u can easily defeat froggo w any level 15 weapon
Jeon Jung-boo-thang: and as for the real reason u texted me. Im in. let’s get pork belly tomorrow. 
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Two years ago, you were surprised that Doyeon could manage to snag a man as fine as Jeon Jungkook. Also unsurprised, because Doyeon is gorgeous and could snag any man she wanted, and has snagged every man she wanted. 
Jungkook was different though. He had an air of innocence to him. He loved her, a little too much to be safe. Your heart would betray you every time you would find him at a family gathering, making her plate and counting the calories she so meticulously measured. How can someone so sweet be with someone like Doyeon? 
Your heart ached for Jungkook when they broke up a year later. From what you heard, Doyeon was Jungkook’s first serious girlfriend. And then you wanted to rip your heart out a week later when you caught Doyeon smooching with her favorite graduate professor Kim Namjoon, wanting to erase any possibility you’d have at love. At that time, you never wanted to feel the pain you imagined Jungkook was going through. 
“Y/n! Over here!” you’re a little taken aback at how much has not changed in Jungkook. His eyes still sparkle like fresh dew, his smile is still pearly white and infectious. He’s even early, snagging a table at his favorite barbeque place and waiting for you as if he is the one organizing your first date. 
At the same time, there’s so much that’s changed about him. He’s confident, even going so far as to walk over to you and slip your jacket and purse in his grasp like a gentleman. He leads you by putting a hand lightly at the small of your back, making you feel impossibly small in comparison to his Dorito-shaped body, broad shoulders and a deliciously trim waist. 
“How was the walk over?” 
“Not too bad,” the conversation is casual, easy. You wipe the sweat off your forehead with a napkin. “Could use a little exercise now and again. I did eat a whole tray of macarons at that rehearsal dinner.” 
Jungkook laughs from his belly, causing you to smile. “Nonsense. You look great, by the way,” you don’t mind it, actually, you enjoy it when his eyes rake over your body. After all, he’s now your boyfriend and he needs to get familiar with all the important bits. He leans his arms forward, bracing him against the wooden table so his face is closer to yours. 
“You’re not doing too bad yourself,” your eyes gloss over the veins and intricate tattoos that paint his muscled upper half. Your smile morphs into a smirk, letting him know you’re enjoying the view just as well as he is. 
And as soon as the tension sparks, it ends just as fast when your waiter comes up to light your grill. 
“So,” Jungkook wastes no time in decorating your stove, making sure to add all the appropriate aromatics and infusions to season your lunch, “do you know why Doyeon and I broke up?” 
“Cheated on you with Namjoon, I assume,” you keep your eyes trained on the darkening meat. 
Jungkook slips a piece of meat in his mouth. Any expression of pain (whether it be from Doyeon or the barely cooked meat) doesn’t reveal itself as he stops to take a sip of water. “Who else knows?” 
“Just me and Seokjin. The family loved you too much and Doyeon made up some sob story about how you two were going different life paths.” 
He chuckles to himself, taking great care in flipping the meat. “I really was a fool in love, wasn’t I?” 
“It… was mildly cute.” 
“Tell me the truth, you have no reason not to.” 
“Okay, you made me want to vomit rainbows and glitter every time I saw you.”
The two of you laugh, faces crinkling shamelessly as the two of you busy yourselves with setting up the table. Most of the food is done and the aroma of fresh onions wafts around your grill. As you place chopsticks on his side of the table, you think about all the times Jungkook made it abundantly clear how much he loved Doyeon: the love letters tucked into her purse, 100 day anniversaries, even just a simple Americano for her in the morning. 
“Is that why you never hung out with us?” 
“No,” you reply lightly, “Doyeon made it clear that I shouldn’t talk to you.” 
Jungkook frowns, “You really don’t like each other, do you.” 
You shrug, “Just always been like that,” you quirk a smile when Jungkook places the freshly cooked meat on top of your rice before serving himself. 
“So what’s the plan?” 
“We go to the wedding, make out a little, get Doyeon boiling. Even if she’s not interested in you, she’d still be upset knowing we are together.” 
“And why is that?” 
“Because it’s me,” you grin into your glass, staring at a water-stained Jungkook through the blue tinted glass. “And all you have to do, is enjoy your night and look pretty.” 
His eyes crinkle, chopsticks pressing between his lips. “You think I look pretty?” 
With a roll of eyes you don’t respond, preferring to dig your chopsticks in your rice. No need to inflate Jungkook’s ego too soon. 
Pinning the main theme of your hangout to the side, the both of you dig into your meal. You throw conversation back and forth like pebbles, grains of sand that build and build until you’re caught up with each other’s lives. It feels so strange to admit it’s been two years since you’ve spoken to the man, and all of a sudden the once luscious meat feels dry in your mouth. 
“Jeon,” you put your chopsticks down, “are you sure you want to do this with me? I mean, I know it’s all my fault and I dragged you into it. Don’t feel obligated to agree to this.” 
“I’m a hundred-percent sure,” he doesn’t stop eating, shoving two spoonfuls of rice in his mouth. His cheeks puff up considerably, and your eyes trail down to his neck as he swallows, “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t wanna.” 
“Right,” you don’t need a big explanation or a personal confession from Jungkook, just his consent. “Partners, Jeon?” you hold up your glass. 
“Partners,” he agrees easily. The smile on his face disarms you, a full-fledged grin decked with pearly whites. Clicking his glass to yours he adds, “And it’s Jungkook, babe.” 
Oh, this is going to be interesting. 
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Seokjin thinks the two of you are the most boring fake-couple. 
His eyes dart back and forth between your spot on the couch and his desk, where Jungkook is currently seated. Seokjin is hovered over Jungkook, who’s typing and clicking furiously over his PC game. You’re on your phone, feet pulled up to the coffee table while some old Netflix movie plays in the background. To top it all off both of you didn’t even try to dress like it’s daytime, nearly matching in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. It doesn’t look like a couple coming to visit Seokin, it looks like Jungkook is playing video games with Seokjin while his cousin hangs around like she owns the place. 
“Shouldn’t you guys like, I don’t know, go on dates or something?” Seokjin feels like he’s talking to the air. “Maybe get to know each other before the big day?” 
Pulling your phone down to your lap and Jungkook taking off his headphones, the two of you shrug at each other, “No, we’re good.” Jungkook says. 
“We know enough,” you agree cooly, “Jungkook likes Valorant.” 
“I do like Valorant.” 
“He likes pork belly.”
“I do like pork belly.” 
“He’s ripped as hell.” 
“I am ripped as hell.” 
“Okay but have you guys kissed yet?” Seokjin interjects, probably compensating for the nonchalance in the room with his own brand of freaking out. You two only see each other when you’re hanging out at Seokjin’s apartment, and while he’s happy that you two aren’t doing the whole 9-yards and creating an elaborate scheme, the both of you are almost too relaxed. His anxiety is spiking.
“Yes,” Jungkook answers, “at the barbeque place we went to.” 
“It was nice," you tack on, "Jin, we got this. Don't worry." 
"How can I not worry when you're trying to upset our cousin on her wedding day?" he's sweating in his fully air-conditioned apartment. “I get that she’s the devil’s spawn and everything, but she’s still a human being.” 
“In second grade she pushed me on the treadmill because I was going too slow. I got caught on the roller and got a bald spot for two months.” 
“Okay yes one bad example—” 
“And in senior year she accused me of plagiarizing her essay just because we chose the same topic. I almost didn’t get into college!” Seokjin sighs, crossing his arms. All valid points, and arguing with you isn’t a route he wants to take. “Jin, the point is that she’s constantly pushing my buttons. I’ve always been the bigger person and now that I’m old and confident I just want one jab.”
“That’s valid,” Jungkook pipes up, pressing the spacebar a few times, “I want a jab too, she cheated on me.” 
“See? It’s a mutual decision.” 
Seokjin asks, “Why aren’t you more worried about this?”
"Because Doyeon isn't going to chew me out on her wedding day," you checked your aunt's seating chart last week and you are far, far away from the bridal table. "We're just going to show off a little bit. Get drunk, eat some bomb steak. Break up in three months or less.”
"You don't have to just convince Doyeon, it's your entire family! Not to mention you also have to go to the bachelor party!" 
"Oh I almost forgot," you reach under the couch for your laptop, "Jungkook, in two weekends from now we're flying to Las Vegas for the bachelor party and wedding. I'll buy your ticket now." 
"Thanks, babe!” Jungkook sends a cheeky grin to Seokjin, who is unimpressed. “See? I remember to call her babe.” 
“Alright, get out of my house,” Seokjin tugs Jungkook away from his computer, causing the younger man to swivel around in his plush gaming chair. 
Jungkook frowns at the monitor, “But I’m still bronze one. I’m aiming for silver one by this weekend.” 
“Don’t care. As much as I don’t like this plan, I’m not letting you two slip-up.” Seokjin pulls out his phone, revealing Doyeon’s Instagram story, “Doyeon and Namjoon are at the mall buying swimsuits for Vegas. Go to the mall and ‘accidentally’ run into them.”
You sit up straight, tilting your head to the side. “That’s not a bad idea, actually,” you bound over to grab your jacket, giving Seokjin a big fat kiss on his cheek, “Thanks Jinnie, do you know you’re—”
“I’m your favorite cousin. Yeah whatever, bye.” He waves you off, plopping in his own chair so he can enjoy his games in peace. 
“I’m driving,” Jungkook declares, swiping your keys from Seokjin’s opal dish. 
“Oh, hell no,” you jump on your tippy toes to reach Jungkook’s grasp on your keys, but he’s so freakishly tall there’s no way you can reach. “I drive my car!” 
“I’ve always wanted to drive your car back then,” Jungkook cooes, leaning in so your noses touch. “C’mon, you can trust me.” 
“You two are gross already,” Seokjin admonishes from the other side of the room, “see, it’s working!” 
Poking his cheek so he gives you some space, you whip your head to hide the flush that burns on your cheeks. “Fine, but if you crash you’re buying me a new one.” 
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“They’re over there,” you hiss between the racks, shuffling between the plastic hangers to point to Doyeon and Namjoon at the women’s section of the store. They look disgustingly adorable together, with Doyeon pointedly telling Namjoon which swimsuit suits his stature better while Namjoon nods along and goes with whatever she says. You crouch down lower, fearing Namjoon’s tall frame would catch you. “Now we just gotta act all couple-y and they’ll notice us. Or maybe we can walk over to them? What do you wanna do?” 
“Do you think we should get matching swimsuits?” Jungkook pays no mind to your sleuthing, holding up a red pair of swim trunks to his thighs, “we could pretend to be sexy lifeguards.” 
You tilt your head away from the pair, only because Jungkook has been genuinely interested in this store since you’ve arrived. Putting a hand under your chin, you scrutinize the dark red cutoff shorts. “They’re cute,” you nod appreciatively, “It’ll make your thighs look thick.” 
Jungkook’s grip on his hanger lowers, and he regards you with dark eyes. “You think my thighs look thick?” he asks, leaning in and putting one hand on the curve of your waist. His fingers dance on the surface of bare skin between your top and jeans, and while you’ve agreed beforehand that you two could touch each other wherever in public, it still surprises you when gooseflesh rises to the surface.
“Easy there, tiger,” you chuckle, putting a hand on his chest to stop his sudden bout of flirting. “I’m just stating the facts, we get it. You lift.” 
“You’re so cute when you try to put your guard up,” he’s brushing noses with you now, and you feel the plastic of the hanger crumple pathetically between you two as the gap closes further. “But you can’t hide from me.”
And just as his lips move to press against yours, a shrill “Jungkook!” echoes throughout the large store.
You nearly flop over the boardshorts rack if not for Jungkook’s arms secured around your waist. Oh right, you think dumbly, this is all for show. Doyeon and Namjoon are right in front of you, purchases already made and looking at you two in curiosity. Well, Namjoon is definitely curious, because you know for a fact that Doyeon speaks very little of you to him and you’ve only conversed with him a handful of times. Doyeon on the other hand, looks a little stiff in the grin. 
“Hello to you too,” you remark to Doyeon, who’s barely acknowledged you. You reach over to squeeze Namjoon’s arm, “Hi Joonie,” you crinkle your eyes, and you fight back a squeal when he smiles back with dimples. Doyeon has such a cute fiancé, and if you’re keeping score he’s way too good for her. 
Doyeon’s eyes glaze over to where you’ve touched Namjoon, and she links her arms with his. “What a coincidence, you two are buying swimsuits where we’re buying swimsuits.” 
“Well, there’s only one mall in this town and we’re going on the same trip in two weeks,” you reply blandly, and you feel Jungkook pinch your side. “Oh, Namjoon. Have you met my boyfriend Jungkook?”
“Can’t say that I have,” Namjoon reaches over to clasp Jungkook’s hand, “nice to meet you, man.” 
While Namjoon and Jungkook exchange small talk, you pointedly ignore the waves of negativity Doyeon sends your way in favor of observing the two large men. Namjoon just said it was nice to meet him, therefore he has no clue who Jungkook is. Interesting, considering Doyeon two-timed in favor of Namjoon. It gets you a little antsy, and you wonder if Namjoon is faking this whole interaction or if Doyeon is hiding something. 
“Baby,” Jungkook rests a hand on your shoulder, regarding you with concern, “you spaced out there, are you okay?” 
“She’s like that, Jungkookie,” Jungkook gently presses your shoulders down, blocking your view of Doyeon as she regards your not-boyfriend as Jungkookie. “My cousin’s a bit of an airhead,” her tone is sweet and jesting, the backhanded jab going right above Namjoon’s head. 
“I’m just hungry,” you say, forcing a tight-lipped smile. 
“Well, that’s perfect,” Namjoon clasps his hands together, “Yeonie and I were just about to go grab some dinner. Why don’t you join us?”
Doyeon and you both reply immediately, “That really isn’t necessary—” 
“Nonsense,” you don’t even have the heart to be upset at Namjoon because he looks so damn genuine, “It’s been two years and I haven’t even bought you a meal, y/n. After all, we’re going to be family at the end of the month.” 
“Right,” you answer reluctantly. 
“We’re gonna make reservations at the Cheesecake Factory,” he pulls out his phone, ready to make a call, “but you and Jungkook can finish shopping, okay? The wait will be a little long but by the time you’re done our table should be ready.” 
You and Jungkook wave off Doyeon and Namjoon as they make their way to the restaurant. Your hand is caught in the air by Jungkook, who regards you with worry in his eyes. “I wasn’t kidding when I said you looked spaced out,” he says, “tell me what you were really thinking.” 
Subconsciously, you squeeze his palm for comfort. “I don’t know, it just feels weird knowing Namjoon doesn’t seem to know you at all. Normally Doyeon loves to talk shit about her exes.” 
Jungkook scoffs easily, “I mean, if she’s marrying the guy I’m sure she doesn’t want to let him know the details of how they ended up together.” 
“True,” you decide to let it go, and follow Jungkook to the register to pay for his swim trunks. 
“So,” the little ‘ding’ of the register opens up the money box, and Jungkook quickly hands the clerk his cash, “we’re having dinner with them after this?” 
“Only if you want to.”
“We need to, right?” Jungkook thanks the clerk, holding the bag in one hand and threading his fingers through yours as you head out the store. 
“Well, do you want to?” you ask again. Jungkook stops the two of you on the sidewalk. It isn’t a fast stop, but a slow down that makes his walk a little more thicker, more deliberate as he trudges you down the lane. You move in front of him, clutching your hands between his. “Are you okay? You barely even acknowledged Doyeon.” 
“I’m fine,” you flinch at his harsh tone, and he immediately moves to remedy it by squeezing your hand back. “I’m sorry. It’s just been awhile and I’m definitely over her but,” he bows his head, feeling embarrassed, “she hurt me, you know?” 
Going into this is definitely one of the more selfish plans you’ve put your mind to. Your heart pangs thinking about what must be going through everytime he sees her. If he’s reminded about all the good times they shared, or how much he’s over thought every single conversation he’s had with her up until this point.
“Of course,” you completely understand, knowing from the beginning that this whole mess would end up with some dicey feelings someway or another. “I’m just thankful you chose to stick by me. And we can talk about it if you’re comfortable,” both of you being victims of Doyeon’s brand of torture, you hope the two of you can at least be friends after all of this is over, “we don’t have to go have dinner with them.” 
“But, Namjoon got us a table—” 
“Namjoon will be fine. We can always have dinner with him another time,” you smile softly, “what matters is that you’re okay.” 
His gaze melts, and you feel his grip loosen in your hold. He regards you with weak eyes, betraying the confidence he held himself to moments before. “Thanks, y/n,” he says, “I really appreciate that.” 
“Anytime,” you reply honestly. “We can go to Cheesecake and order to-go. I can make some excuse about how my stomach hurts and that we should do a raincheck.” 
“Sounds good.” 
“Do you wanna eat at one of our places or eat at the park or something?” you’re already pulling up your phone, checking out the menu. “We could invite Jin too.” 
“The park sounds nice,” neither of you acknowledge the fact that you’re not inviting Seokjin, and for some reason that’s okay.
“Yeah,” you agree simply, “the weather’s beautiful.” 
Under any normal circumstances, you would’ve been friends with someone like Jeon Jungkook, easily. A little part of you wishes that you could’ve met Jungkook first, but Doyeon has better connections than you and always had a good crowd around despite her inner motivations. No awkward exchange happens when you suggest to Jungkook to eat together. Even though you’re not technically dating, the two of you know that eating together is better than eating alone.
And you have to admit Jungkook’s great company. The two of you drive to a reserve nearby, overlooking a tiny lake. Instead of a fancy Italian tablecloth the two of you move your car seats down and set a spare picnic blanket in the trunk. Instead of a candlelit dinner the two of you find some emergency electric tealights in the glove compartment, lighting it up between you two as you dig into your to-go boxes. 
You’re a little envious that so much time has passed by. You could’ve been a little sneakier and made a better effort to communicate with Jungkook when you saw him regularly at family parties, and maybe you two would have a better friendship today. Nevertheless, the two of you mesh like peanut butter and jelly, exchanging conversation that has your cheeks sore from smiling too hard. 
By the time you get to dessert, the moon is out and the stars are floating above your heads. The two of you are at war, fighting with your forks over the last strawberry in your cheesecake slice. After some careful stabbing Jungkook manages to nab it with his fork. 
He almost puts it in his mouth, but instead swipes up some whipped cream to press the last strawberry to your lips. 
“I think it’s working,” Jungkook says randomly as you chew the sweet fruit, “you could see it on Doyeon’s face today. She’s unsettled.” 
“Yeah,” you agree, lying down on the lavender gingham picnic blanket. 
“Do you know why she fights with you all the time?” 
“That’s a question I’ve been asking myself since the dawn of time.”
“I think I know why.” Jungkook looks down at you with his large doe eyes, licking innocently on a spoon of whipped cream. 
“Pray tell.” 
“She’s jealous of you.” 
“No,” you disagree easily, “she’s jealous that I have you.” 
“Bzzt! Wrong,” Jungkook puts his empty container in your makeshift trash can, falling beside you and knitting his hands under his head. You have a little window on the roof of your car, so both of you are able to stare at the navy sky, “she’s always been jealous of you. Think about it. The two of you have similar lifestyles: same career path, confidence, taste, education. But even after all of that? People still like you more.” 
You scoff, hands immediately reaching to fiddle with the frayed corner of fabric next to your fingers. “I don’t think so.” 
“I’ve met all of Doyeon’s friends,” he informs you, “they’re weird. Like yeah, they care about each other on the surface level. But they’re nothing of substance. They’re not like your friends.” 
“Please, Doyeon has everything she could ever want,” you don’t know what kind of complex you have supporting Doyeon’s life, but something deep and insecure wants to separate you two as far away from each other as possible. “Like… she’s Malibu Barbie and I’m Polly Pocket.” 
Jungkook turns to face you, resting his head between his palm and leaning on his elbow. “Do you not think you’re beautiful?” 
“Yeah, but compared to Doyeon—” 
“You’ve always been beautiful to me, don’t you know that?”
You choke on your saliva, feeling small and skittish at the implication behind his words. It’s been two years. You’ve only been friends for two weeks. How can he possibly say that? 
“I uh, saw you once,” Jungkook coughs, and you watch the way his pale cheeks unmatch the moon and instead flit to a crimson hue, “we were at some party and you were wearing this really cute black dress with a white bow in the middle. Doesn’t even matter what party because it was random, y’know? I was gonna go talk to you but Doyeon got to me first and well, the rest is history.” He breaks eye contact with you, unable to handle it. 
You remember that party, vaguely. It was random, some sort of poetry slam in a shady part of town. Doyeon and you didn’t even go with each other, you were with Taehyung and she just happened to stumble in there from another nearby party. You didn’t even know Jungkook was there that night, or how you were a hair's breadth away from meeting him before Doyeon. 
“Don’t ever think you’re lesser than her just because out of all the people she chose to pick on, she chose you. It’s why she never lets you get to know her boyfriends. She’s threatened by you because you’re just as special,” something low sparks in your chest at his words,  “and now that you’ve finally decided to stoop to her level and fight back with a taste of her own medicine, she doesn’t know what to do.” 
Feeling like your body is on a beach and you’re sinking in sand, you soften over your picnic blanket, mulling it over. “Did I make the right choice? Stooping down to her level.” Your voice is quiet, comparable to the chirping birds and buzzing gnats outside. 
“We won’t know until after the wedding,” Jungkook answers honestly, “but I do know I’m sticking with you until the end. We’re friends now, got that? You have no excuse to ignore me anymore.” 
You don’t want to ignore Jungkook, never in a million years. Now you know that you are envious of Doyeon, for having an opportunity to love and care for an amazing person like him. So in a sudden bout of emotion, you roll over to straddle Jungkook’s waist. 
He’s shocked, hands flying to your waist to make sure you don’t wobble off. But you’re determined, and lean down to press your lips against his. He tastes like cheesecake and strawberries, the taste melding with your own as you relish in the feeling of his soft lips against yours. You melt a little when he squeaks, breaking into a soft moan as he reciprocates the gesture. He’s warm and large and he makes you feel safe. Once your brain returns to your body, you break for air. You only pull back a few centimeters, and there’s no way for you to get off because Jungkook has locked you in place. 
“What was that for?” he asks breathlessly. 
“Don’t know,” you’re whispering against his lips, unable to pull away, “just felt like we needed a little more practice.” 
He blinks, before relaxing in a silly smile. “I agree,” he says simply, dipping you on your back so he can be on top the second time around. 
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“We’re in Vegas, baby!” 
Every single terrible comedy movie set in Las Vegas has brought you to this very moment. You’ve always wanted to say that line. Dumping your luggage next to Jungkook’s, you flop on the nearest mattress. Thank goodness you only wore leggings and a t-shirt on the flight, it’s the optimal sleeping outfit after a long day. Feeling something hard and plastic dig into your brain, you hold up the culprit and squeal excitedly. “Look, Kook!” you wave the crinkly confection in your hands, “they put mints on the pillows!” 
Despite your room being a square with two queen beds, the hotel does not skimp on quality. The decor is ornate, the white and gold trim on the doorknobs and metal appliances shimmering beautifully. The beds feel like clouds, as you try to imagine what a cloud could possibly feel like, this is it. 
Jungkook immediately follows suit, ripping off his outer clothes until he’s left in his undershirt and boxers, flopping next to you on the mattress. He immediately opens his mouth when you shoot a mint, catching it easily. “I feel like we’re in a deleted scene of Crazy Rich Asians,” he says, letting the hard mint clink around his teeth, “is this the part where you tell me your family comes from old money and I’m gonna be your sugar baby?” 
“Don’t be so hopeful,” you narrow your eyes, booping his button nose with your finger. 
“I’m just saying, the first class flight threw me off.” 
You giggle, slapping his chest, “No. If that was true, we wouldn’t be sharing a room with my cousin. Sorry you have to share the bed with me, I got the hotel with Jin and he doesn’t want to sleep with you.”
“S’okay,” Jungkook replies softly, leaning closer to make grabby hands at you, “you’re softer.” 
Tentatively, you scooch over so you can lean on Jungkook’s chest. You two have a little time before Doyeon and Namjoon’s combined bachelor and bachelorette party. The past two weeks have been nice—scratch that, the past two weeks with Jungkook have been wonderful. You never cared to measure how much time passed before meeting him, but now that you’ve begun fake-dating, time is the only thing you regard. You’re already beginning to miss him, knowing that in a week, this whole arrangement will be over.
Well, not exactly over. Jungkook says you’ll remain friends after this, but you don’t really want that. You want more, and it scares you to think he may not feel the same. 
But right now you’re snuggling like an old couple, sleeping comfortably between pillow-like sheets and minty breath. Your pretend boyfriend, now your pretend boyfriend with benefits, looks soft and huggable and you want to bottle up this moment forever. You say benefits because, well, the cuddling is an added bonus. Practice practice practice, Jungkook sing songs the words you used that one night under the stars, excuses to seal his lips to your lips. You’ll never argue with that. So when Jungkook’s hand tightens around your waist and pulls you closer, you relent. 
One second, you’re closing your eyes and the next, you’re waking up to Seokin’s wide eyes staring back at you. 
“Eep, you creepo!” you shriek, scrambling away from him. That’s when you realize Jungkook’s missing from bed, the scent of his laundry detergent lingering between the eggshell Egyptian cotton. 
“Jungkook’s in the shower,” Seokjin immediately reads your mind, pulling away so he can unpack his luggage. “My flight just got in two hours ago, you both were out like a light when I arrived.”
“Ugh, I’m really not ready to party.” 
“Doyeon just texted the family group chat. She reserved the rooftop, the party starts in an hour,” he talks mindlessly, rifling through his stuff. Seokjin is fiddling with his clothes, despite the fact that you know Seokjin prepares his outfits days in advance so he doesn’t have to choose. He looks concerned, pulling out a flamingo pink boardshort and setting it down on his mattress. Finally he says, “I’m worried about you.” 
“Why?” 
“Because. It’s clear that you’re starting to fall for Jungkook.” 
The words strike you straight in the place you’re trying to avoid. You’ve been living in a fantasy these past two weeks, thinly veiled by the whole reason you two are together in the first place. Doyeon’s wedding is just around the corner, and what then? 
“I’m not saying that he doesn’t feel anything for you either,” that gets your heart skipping a beat, and you secretly hold a hand to your chest under the blankets, “but do you really want to start off a relationship like this? A relationship all messy and morally objective because it’s built on revenge?” 
“Don’t worry about me,” the words easily fall from your lips, “I can take care of this.” 
“I hate it when you say that,” the words are curt and harsh against Seokjin’s plush lips, “I’m allowed to worry about you, y/n. You know why? Because, because you’re my favorite cousin too,” he bites his lip, walking over so he sits on your side of the bed. “So don’t tell me what I can and can’t worry about. I want you to be happy, I want you to stop holding in this anger you have for Doyeon and move on.” 
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, leaning over to press your cheek against Seokjin’s shoulder. “You’re right.” 
“For the first time in a long time, you’ve finally decided to lean on someone,” and both of you know who that someone is. “I don’t want you to lose him over some petty family issue. You should tell him how you feel.” 
“I will,” you wrap your arms around your cousin’s slim waist in a silent thanks. 
“Am I interrupting a tender family moment?” 
The two of you pull away to stare at Jungkook, leaning against the doorframe that leads to the bathroom. He’s in a plain white t-shirt and the red board shorts that you bought at the mall, cutting off mid-thigh and revealing the bulky muscle underneath. You were right, the shorts do make his thighs look thick. 
Seokjin groans exaggeratedly. “Yes, yes you did.” 
Jungkook immediately goes to replace Seokjin’s spot, and some stray droplets fall fresh from the shower due to his slicked-back hair. “Do you wanna get ready? First party’s soon.” 
“Not really,” you admit, “you’re gonna meet the family all over again.” 
“Second time’s the charm,” he winked, “I’ve already met your parents and everything. Not feeling nervous at all.” 
“Oh, really?” 
“Really,” and the facade cools down a little, “well, maybe a little nervous for your Aunt Lillian. Her stares give me the heebie-jeebies.” 
“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from Aunt Lillian.” 
“God the two of you get worse every day,” Seokjin has magically changed into his shorts, tucking himself into the bed, “don’t wake me up until we pre-game.” 
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Doyeon and Namjoon don’t skimp on the festivities, although in taste the ideas are Doyeon’s in its entirety. It’s lavish and colorful, with a beautiful infinity pool in the middle decorated with lavender and pink headlights. There’s a buffet table overflowing with tasty food. There’s petal pink champagne overflowing from fountains, decorated with fresh strawberries bobbing around the fizzy drink. 
“I don’t know,” Namjoon and Jungkook have been talking for well over an hour, and it’s clear how well they mesh together. Heck, you’ve accepted that Jungkook may like Namjoon more than he likes you. Jungkook’s eyes sparkle as Namjoon discusses the various genres of rap and hip-hop music, explaining the potency of mature themes in a young community, “but I will say music is like another language, knows no boundaries when it comes to sending their messages to others.” 
You fight the urge to chuckle when Jungkook sighs dreamily at the music theory professor. “Wow, that’s so deep.” 
Getting up from your cabana, you nudge Seokjin, who’s currently flirting it up with one of Doyeon’s bridesmaids. “Hey, wanna get a drink?” you ask, throwing your wrap on the cushions to reveal your strappy red bikini. 
“And chicken tenders,” Seokjin presses a kiss to the bridesmaid’s cheek, bidding her goodbye as he follows you out of the shaded area. 
“Do you two lovebirds want anything?” you stare pointedly at Namjoon and Jungkook. While Namjoon’s eyes stay in contact with you, you can’t help but smile a little more when Jungkook has a hard time keeping his gaze in one place. 
“I think we’re fine,” Namjoon answers for both of them, swirling his beer bottle. “I’ll meet you two at the bar once I’m done.” 
“Sure thing,” Seokjin puts a hand on your back to lead you to one of the open bars. As much as you like being in a handsome hotel with money to burn, nothing beats the fact that your entire family is here to celebrate. The elders have corroborated two cabanas for poker and other games, while your younger cousins are playing ping pong and air hockey on the other side. 
“Namjoon sure is a dreamboat,” Seokjin bemoans, handing you an electric orange drink. You take a sip of it, and bug out when you realize it tastes nothing like alcohol. You’re definitely in for a night. “Like I can hear him wax music thingamajib any day.” 
“I thought you were into that bridesmaid.” 
“A mere diversion,” he sighs, leaning his tanned arms against the bar, “can’t ignore the deep voice Namjoon has, it’s intoxicating.” 
“I’m sure Jungkook would agree,” you egg on. 
“What are you two talking about?” you straighten up when the man of the hour shows up at the bar, absolutely glowing under the sunset. He orders a round for the three of you, and you immediately chug your own drink to get to the next one. 
“Talking about how you’re stealing Jungkook away from me,” you joke, accepting another fruity drink from Namjoon. Damn, this stuff tastes like candy. 
“Oh, never,” Namjoon replies brightly, waving the thought away, “do you see the way he looks at you? Hopelessly in love.” 
Maybe it’s the copious amounts of alcohol, but you feel your stomach flip-flop at the thought of love. You’ve always known what love felt like, the warmth of Namjoon’s cheeks whenever he sees Doyeon, when your mom takes care of you when you’re sick, when Seokjin makes sure you’re not emotionally constipated 24/7. But the thought of Jungkook and you in love? It’s a feeling you secretly yearn for. 
“Right? It’s disgusting,” Seokjin groans with an eye roll, “like, Jungkook wasn’t like that with Doyeon at all when they were together.” 
The slip up has the three of you choking on your own thoughts, staring at each other like the three have just been told you’re on a prank show. But it is no prank, and you look at Seokjin who’s absolutely horrified. 
“Oh shit,” he squeaks, looking at Namjoon guiltily, “did I say something I shouldn’t have said?” 
“I don’t know,” Namjoon replies coolly, “did you?” 
The ominous response gets you going, and you quickly place a hand on Namjoon’s arm, placating him. “They dated, yes. But it was only for a short time and we’ve sorted everything out. Nothing for you to worry about.” 
“Oh,” Namjoon quirks his head, and regards you two with pursed lips. “I’m not one of those guys who freak out over other people’s exes. I’m just surprised that I’ve only heard this now,” Namjoon takes a slow sip of his drink, and despite your drink also being cold and refreshing, you’re absolutely sweating. 
“Well, I’m sure Doyeon didn’t want to worry you.”
At the mention of his future wife, he beams. “You’re right, she’s considerate like that,” and the conversation ends just like that. He holds up his drink to the two of you, and you and Seokjin do the same. With a sharp clink he leaves you two to mull, happily conversing with the next round of guests he needs to entertain for the week. 
“That guy is too nice for his own good,” you shake your head, asking the bartender for your third drink within ten minutes. 
Seokjin leans over you and warbles, “So you’re telling me that Namjoon has no idea that Doyeon cheated on Jungkook in order to date him?” he’s sweating just like you are, following suit to your actions and asking to make his drink a double. 
“I don’t know,” you bite your lip, your teeth worrying the dark skin, “I’ve been thinking about it for a while though. I just don’t want to get involved, you know?” 
“But this is different!” 
“But Doyeon’s family!” 
“And all of a sudden you care about Doyeon’s feelings?” Seokjin gripes back, “it’s not about Doyeon, it’s about the both of them. And if we know something that Namjoon doesn’t, wouldn’t it be in our best interests to warn him before he seals a marriage deal that costs him over a zillion dollars?” he gestures to the extravagant wedding party. 
“But we don’t even have any proof that’s the case,” you frown, “Doyeon could have changed—a little, not a lot—since meeting Namjoon, maybe she thinks it’s best to reveal as little as possible.” 
Seokjin wonders what kind of family he has. One as chaotic as his takes a lot to stomach, and Seokjin likes to pride himself in his strong appetite. “Fine, let’s just keep a close eye on both of them this week. And if anything remotely fishy happens, we strike.” 
“Deal.” 
You return to the cabana alone, with a plate of fries for both you and Jungkook. Jungkook is also alone, laying on the lounge chair with his eyes closed. It gives you a chance to ogle your fake-boyfriend a little bit, reveling in the sight of his toned body. 
Setting down your plate with a sharp rap of the glass, Jungkook opens one eye. “Hey,” he smiles, drinking in your muted expression, “you okay?”
Damn Jungkook for being able to read you so well. “I think so. It’s nothing, really.” 
“Well, will you tell me if it’s something?” 
“Yeah, I will.” 
“So, I do have something to tell you though.” Jungkook sits up, regarding you wearily. “Can you… stand in front of me?” Confused, you shove a fry in your mouth and walk up to him as directed, your back blocking the entrance as you stand in front of him. “Okay, come closer. Now bend down,” you bend your back 90 degrees, and he presses a hand to your shoulder to stop you, “no, no. With your breasts out, just a little—there! Arch your back. Like you’re doing the Sorority Squat.” 
“Excuse me—” 
“The music isn’t even that loud,” he mutters to himself, “no one would need to push their boobs in my face to hear me.” 
“Jungkook, is someone pressing boobs to your face?” 
“Why,” he breaks into a playful grin, “jealous?”
“Not if it’s Aunt Lillian.” 
“Unfortunately it wasn’t,” he twiddles with the drawstrings of his shorts. “It was Doyeon.” 
Doyeon? She didn’t walk by your cabana all day. Heck, she barely greeted you when you arrived with Jungkook. But when Jungkook’s alone is when she decides to pounce? And with what motive? 
“I don’t know,” he’s rambling to himself, “maybe I’m overthinking it. It was only half a second.” 
“Jungkook, I have something to tell you,” you say instead, panic in your features. 
“Is it something urgent?” 
“Well, no but—” 
“Then tell me when we get back to the room,” Jungkook easily pulls you onto his lap, and you instantly heat up when you feel your bare butt press against Jungkook’s golden thighs. “Like you said, we’re in Vegas. Let’s have fun while we can.” 
“Okay,” you tuck your head between his neck and collarbone, reaching to press a kiss to his smooth jawline. 
Relaxing against the plush lounge chair Jungkook feeds you fries while talking about the things he wants to do this week. It’s his first time in Vegas and he wants to make the most of it. He wants to visit all the buffets he sees on Buzzfeed compilations, relax at the pool, maybe catch a show. The thought of spending all week with him and your family is nice, and suddenly you don’t feel so awkward sitting on his lap, and eventually he pulls you between his thighs so you can lay on his chest. 
“And between you and me,” he fake whispers against the shell of your ear, as if he’s telling you the biggest secret, “we’re the hottest couple here.” 
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The next three days leading up to the wedding are relatively uninteresting. 
Uninteresting in the best way possible. On Monday you and Jungkook spend time with your little cousins, taking them to The Adventuredome, one of the resort's indoor theme parks. On Tuesday you and Jungkook go shopping at the outlet malls with your parents, blowing hundreds of dollars on cheap Levis that have your luggage bursting with a new wardrobe. In between all of that Seokjin and occasionally Namjoon joins you two in your buffet journey, hitting up the top spots and filling your tummies to the brim with delicious food. 
On Wednesday, Jungkook brandishes two gold-foiled tickets in front of you, waving them around like a fan. With one finger, he pushes away your Pokémon battle, “I got us tickets to Cirque du Soleil,” he announces proudly, “waited in line for an hour.”
You gape, scrambling off of your bed and throwing your Nintendo Switch to the side. “Jungkook,” you marvel, “these are so expensive. How’d you manage to get a show for tonight?” 
He shrugs, “Looked around.” 
“You’ve been impulse buying a lot this week,” you tease, “like really, you don’t need three pairs of the same ripped jeans.”
“This wasn’t an impulse buy,” he says, “I’ve been looking around for shows. Just managed to pick them up today, so go get dressed for our date.”
Did Jungkook just call it a date? Giddy with excitement you throw the covers off, running into the bathroom to get ready. What a surprise, you didn’t think Jungkook would be into spontaneous things like this. 
Seokjin left the bathroom open, so when you walk in the room it is steamy and warm. Your dear cousin is still in the shower, probably waiting for his conditioner to pass three minutes of set-in time. 
“What are you getting ready for?” Seokjin asks over the rain shower.
“Kook got us tickets to Cirque du Soleil,” you chirp happily, looking through your skin care products. 
“I wanna come!” 
“Nope! Jungkook called it a date.” 
“Oh, a date,” Seokjin drawls, putting his head under the water to rinse his hair clean. “Well then, should I vacate the room for tonight?” 
“What, no!” you’ve closed the door, so thankfully Jungkook can’t hear you talking about him. “We’re not doing anything. We’re just two friends who are fake-dating going on a date.” 
“Sounds like a real date, though,” Seokjin wraps a towel around himself to cover all his important bits before getting out of the shower, bumping elbows with you so he can brush his teeth. “Either way, I’ll be gone tonight. It’s my turn to watch the baby cousins. Don’t have too much fun while I'm in their room watching Despicable Me for the millionth time.” 
“We’ll be sure to stop by with some pizza or something,” you tease, a little wiggle in your hips when you vacate the bathroom. 
By the time you and Jungkook are ready, you two are dressed impeccably. Jungkook is wearing one of the ripped black jeans he bought on Tuesday, combined with a white button up and black blazer. A classic outfit with a little bit of Jungkook-themed flair. And to Jungkook’s surprise, you’re wearing the dress that he first saw you in, all those years ago. You’ve gained a little weight since college, but you still fill out the little black dress beautifully, the little white bow in the middle adding a simple yet adorable touch. It took a little sleuthing and searching through your old college clothes, but you were determined to find it when Jungkook reminded you how much you love the design. 
Clearly from the way Jungkook is currently gaping at you like a bloated fish, he loves it too. 
The show is beautiful and colorful, leaving you speechless and in tears by the end of it. Jungkook lets you hold his hand the entire time, feeling a bout of anxiety anytime the acrobats fall gracefully despite the large height. 
Overall, it was a wonderful show, paired with your equally enamouring date. It’s getting harder and harder to distinguish what’s fake and what’s real in your heart, and throughout the night you’re sorely reminded that you should tell Jungkook how you feel. 
But by the time you get to the room your parents are calling you, asking to get their suit and dresses out of the car so hotel service can do a last minute press and dry clean. 
“I’ll be back,” you say to Jungkook, “I need to go get their clothes out of the car. They’re always so forgetful.” 
“Want me to come?” he offers, hand shying away from inserting the keycard in. 
“No, I’ll only be fifteen minutes, tops.”
“So I guess this is this the part where I get a goodnight kiss?” he asks cheekily, leaning on his heels so his tall frame reaches yours. You don’t hesitate to give a short peck to his pretty pink lips. He pouts at the brevity, “that was too quick.” 
“Go inside,” you insist, “the sooner you get ready for bed the sooner I can get ready for bed.” 
“Then more kisses?” 
“Then more kisses.” 
Jungkook breaks into an all-teeth smile, unable to control himself when he dips down and steals a longer, more lingering kiss to your lips. “I had a great time tonight,” he says, mimicking every single teenage rom-com protagonist who’s deeply in love with the popular jock. “Don’t take too long, okay?” 
You nod, pushing him inside, “C’mon, if you stopped talking I’d be back by now!” 
Once the door closes shut, you let yourself do a little dance in the hallway, wiggling your butt and giving yourself a mini-celebration. You quickly text your group chat that you just came back from the Cirque show.
Jimin: what, a date with your fake date?
Hobi: jeon jungcock? 👀👀
Jimin: whaaaaaattttt. U’ve gotta have sat in his lap at least. 3 times since you’ve started this ting
Hobi: i’ve heard things in college… 
Taehyung: u are all gross and i hate u 
Taehyung: but so am i bc im very curious 
Just as you’re about to send a heated reply, the elevator dings, revealing a pissed off Doyeon. She’s bare-faced, in a fluffy lilac bath robe and matching puff ball slippers. You slip in right beside her, making sure there’s a comfortable amount of space between you two. 
“You’re going to the parking garage too?” you ask, eyes lingering on the lit button. 
“Yeah,” she’s looking at her phone, a few stray hairs from her mahogany bun falling onto her forehead, “Aunt Lillian left her medication in the car. I don’t know why she has to send me, I’m busy getting married.” 
“My parents left their formal clothes in the car,” you shrug, “you know, my parents and Aunt Lillian share the same brain cell. Gotta help them out once in a while.”  
The icy silence in the elevator is probably the calmest you and Doyeon have been since you’ve announced your relationship status with Jungkook. You fight the sigh, opting to take out your phone and open some unread messages. 
Jeon Jung-boo-thang: hurry up, the bed’s cold without u 
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You: lool, why do u look constipated 
Jeon Jung-boo-thang: because i am, hurry up. Im bringing ur switch to the toilet and playing on your profile 
You: JEON WAIT YAMPERS AT 5HP GO TO THE POKEMON CENTER U HEATHEN
You tilt your head a centimeter, feeling Doyeon breathing down your neck like Puff the Magic Dragon. You look at her with wide eyes. Her long, slender neck manages to snake its way next to your head, “Can I help you?” you ask amusedly, clutching your phone to your chest. 
“Are you two really together?” she asks, batting her lashes. All this week she’s left you alone, and you’ve been wondering when she’s going to make herself known. It’s a little self-absorbed you have to admit, but ever since Namjoon’s ignorance to Doyeon’s previous relationship, you’ve been on edge. 
“Of course we are,” you spit back, “I love him.” 
And you must be very convincing, because Doyeon’s gaze falters just a fraction. You glare at her, staking your claim. Ever since Jungkook told you the reason Doyeon hates you is because she’s jealous, you’ve started to feel a bit of sympathy for her. Doyeon is beautiful and smart, she has no reason to feel this way. But the brain holds fickle thoughts sometimes, bringing darkness to the mind. 
“He loved me first,” she bites back, lifting her chin. 
“And why do you care?” you laugh tonelessly. The elevator dings open, and you’re met with the open air and concrete of the parking garage. “He may have loved you first, but he’ll love me last.” 
You leave the elevator first, a little pep in your step as you make your way to the rental car to gather your parent’s things. While the words you uttered are white in nature and may not hold any sort of weight to them, it manages to bring Doyeon to her knees, absolutely quaking in the elevator. 
You’re tasting revenge, and it’s sweet. 
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“Okay, you need to leave,” Seokjin pulls away the shot glass from your lips, “I didn’t spend days planning the itinerary for you to mess it up. Bridal party in Doyeon’s suite and the groom’s party in Namjoon’s parents suite.” 
“That’s dumb,” you chastise, crossing your arms, “we’re all meeting at the same club at 10. Why can’t we pre-party together?” 
“Because it’s tradition!” 
“Screw tradition,” you stumble on your heels as you purse your lips at Jungkook, “Kook, when we get married I don’t wanna do a whole boy-and-girl party. We’re equals, right?” 
“Of course, baby,” he cooes, being careful not to smudge your makeup when he presses his lips to the crown of your head. “But for the sake of Seokjin’s sanity, you should probably go to Doyeon’s. It’ll only be an hour or two.” 
You gasp exaggeratedly at the blatant betrayal. He only grins cheekily in response, dipping down to press a wet kiss to your cheek. “Fine,” you cross your arms, snatching back your drink from Seokjin’s grasp to knock it down. 
Leaving the bachelor pre-party pains you considerably. They’re having such a good time joking around the suite, telling each other fun stories and relaxing in chairs as they watch TV. This is your kind of crowd, not to mention that you can peacefully check out Jungkook’s ass in those tight dress pants without any crazy club lights distorting your vision.
From past family party experience you already have a feeling what’s coming for you in the ladies’ suite. 
Loud music pours from Doyeon’s suite, and it’s completely unlocked. The bridal party is raving, ten seconds away from being completely drunk and immobile. The lights are being manually shut on and off like some sort of cheap rager, and you have to tell Yoojung to tone it down before you get a seizure. 
The stench of acidic drinks and the tang of alcoholic air is palpable, and instead of a shot you opt for a glass of peach champagne to slow you down. 
As you walk deeper into the suite, you notice a crowd forming by the balcony. Tapping your cousin Nari on the shoulder, you regard her with a hug and kiss. “What’s going on over there?” you ask, heels not helping you see any better. 
Nari’s all blushy and pink, hiccuping as she gestures to the balcony. “Her maid of honor got Doyeon a very special gift!” 
Managing to weave through the women blocking your view, you fight the urge to gag when you have a clear view of the scene in front of you.
You really don’t understand the purpose of bachelor and bachelorette parties. “One night to be single all over again!” they all say, even though they’re not actually single? Like why does the couple suddenly get one night of forgiveness when you’ve already spent years being in a committed relationship? 
Why is it okay that Doyeon’s dry humping a stripper on the balcony? Her white silk dress is ruched dangerously high, soon close to flashing her family. Aunties and friends and the like are cheering her on, and she flips her head perfectly to all the phones shoved in their faces, making sure to get the perfect angle. 
Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you turn back in the hopes that your other family members would be willing to have a good old-fashioned tip back with you. 
You squeal when your hands accidentally land on a bare, oiled chest. You look up, mortified at the large man covered in black harnesses. “Hey babe, I’m Wonho,” he says, faking a sultry gaze as he looks at you up and down, “you’re part of the bridal party too? Wanna dance?” 
Feeling naked, you push past him, careful not to get anything on your dress. Wonho? Wonno.
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Jungkook loves your family. 
(Except Doyeon.)
As much as he told you not to worry about him, and he’ll be completely fine when he meets your family, he couldn’t help be a little wary on the flight over. After all, it’s been two years and he didn’t know how things would be different. 
Chaoticism and all, your family is a thing to be cherished. Even though Yoongi has been on mood swings that make Jungkook question his sanity from time to time, and Seokjin is secretly breathing down Jungkook’s back every time he so glances at you, he thinks things are right where they should be.  
But despite all that they regarded him with familiarity, hugged and kissed him like old friends, something is different. They’ve turned over a new page for him. They don’t bring up Doyeon. They ask about his family, his job, his life in the city. They ask about how you and Jungkook met, and how happy they are for you. How happy they are for him.
Oh, how he wishes everything could be different. In another world, you two would already be together. 
He wasn’t lying back at the cabana when he said you two are the hottest couple at the resort, including the bridal party (but don’t tell Namjoon). You look absolutely stunning in your sparkly red dress, accentuating all the right parts and lighting up the whole room. 
When he finds you in the club you’re sitting down with your Aunties, keeping the elders company while the younger ones are flagging down the bartenders. He thinks it’s cute, how well you fit in between them, coddling you like you’re still a child in their eyes. 
“Dear, your boyfriend is here!” your one Aunt yells over the loud EDM.
You lift your head up quickly, giving him the prettiest smile. Your teeth glow purple under the neon lights, and he fights the urge to laugh when he holds out a hand. “Mind if I steal her from you?” 
“Of course, she’s gotta live a little!” 
You pout, a little wobbly but nevertheless still in the right mind as you shuffle out of the booth to meet his awaiting arms. “Hey handsome,” your voice is thick and sweet-smelling, “come here often?” 
“Only when my girlfriend does,” he replies cheekily, hands immediately coming to your butt to smooth out your dress. He shys a bit when your Aunties hoot and holler at his public display of affection, but all he wants to do was pull the hem down a little bit. No way is he going to let anyone get a flash of your goods. 
“Let’s dance!” you take your hand in his, leading him to a comfortable corner of the dance floor. 
Clubs aren’t really your scene, aligning with Jungkook’s sentiments towards the loud generic music and terrible smell. But you’re in Vegas, and he feels that it’s all part of the package to experience the nightlife at least once. He puts his hands on your waist and you giggle like you’re in prom, hands coming to rest on the collar of his button down. 
“Hey,” he says with a lopsided smirk, “wanna make out?” 
 “Sure,” he notices that you don’t even check if anyone’s seeing, and it makes his heart flutter when you don’t hesitate to get on your tiptoes to meet him halfway. 
He’s always hoped for a moment like this, a moment where the room stops spinning and both your minds click into place. It’s almost comical, how he distinctly notes that the music fades once his lips touch yours. The kiss is hot, yet intimate. Even though he makes excuses to kiss you all the time because of practice, it goes to show that you two definitely never needed it. Your tiny hands grip the collar of his button down, bringing you two impossibly close despite the hot air. His larger hands grip at the strings that hold your measly dress together, grappling at any excuse to get to your soft skin. The two of you are a natural when it comes to each other’s intimacy. 
The two of you pull away, mesmerized. You haven’t kissed like that before. He melts under your stare, his thumb reaching to nick off any lip gloss that’s moved in the process. 
Seokjin comes down the floor to haul you both by the shoulders, “C’mon lovebirds, they’re taking wedding shots!” 
The two of you follow your cousin to the crowd of people that is your family, already with their own drinks in hand. Doyeon and Namjoon are sitting atop the bar, making a very loud toast that consisted of a quick “thank you!” and “we love you!” before downing their drinks with their arms linked together. The room is thrumming with excitement for tomorrow’s festivities, and surprisingly, you and Jungkook included. He tucks himself in your body like a puzzle piece, hugging you from behind while he watches Namjoon’s eyes sparkle with love under the neons. 
The nightclub gets a little blurry after that, with the copious amounts of alcohol and shameless actions from your family and friends. By the time it’s twelve Jungkook notices you swaying at a rate that you can’t handle. He knows your limits and knows when you have to urge to pee every five minutes, it’s time to go. With a chaste kiss you leave him at the bar, deciding to make a pitstop to the bathroom before telling Jungkook you want to head up.
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You’re locked in a stall when you hear Yoojung’s voice. 
“Ugh,” she groans, voice echoing through the tiny room. “Jungkook is so sexy. Do you see the way he’s dancing out there? He’s a literal babe magnet, I can’t believe he ended up with someone like y/n.” 
You don’t move a muscle, pressing your ear against the door that hides you. The silly slander isn’t news to you, Doyeon has been feeding her friends all sorts of bullcrap so they wouldn’t bother talking to you. 
“Yeah, Jungkook’s a real treat but he dated Doyeon first. Sounds like she’s into sloppy seconds,” Elly replies, another bridesmaid you’ve met in passing. “But I don’t know, they do look happy together.”
“Please, I’m sure Jungkook’s just using her so he can get one more chance at Doyeon before she ties the knot,” you bristle, the thought of Jungkook still having feelings for Doyeon makes your heart thud painfully against your chest, “like, what a downgrade. Namjoon and Doyeon do not deserve this drama. If Jungkook ever liked Doyeon at all, he wouldn’t have come. Period.” 
You slam the door open, causing Elly to squeal and Yoojung’s YSL lipstick to fall onto the sink. You’re the epitome of relaxation, walking towards the sink to wash your hands. The bridesmaids simply stare at you, unable to formulate a comeback. When you finally dry your hands, you say your next words. 
“Jungkook is here because he loves me,” an act act act. This is all an act. You shouldn’t be this offended because you know it’s all false. “And you’re wrong. It’s not Jungkook that doesn’t deserve Doyeon. Jungkook was too good for Doyeon.” 
And you slam your heels against the tile, stilettos pounding to the beat of the music. Your exit is full of anger and frustration as you ignore the burn in your step and the ache in your heart, flagging the first bartender you see to get you a double. 
Shot for shot, that anger soon melts into guilt as Yoojung’s words sink in. The thought of Jungkook using you to get to Doyeon is terrible, you can barely stomach the thought. But that’s exactly what you’re doing, right? You’re using Jungkook to get back at Doyeon. 
Why did you even want to get back at Doyeon anymore? Why do you have to prove anything to her? If she just continues to push you around, isn’t that more on her than it is on you? 
Jungkook soon finds you after you’ve nursed a few drinks, leaning unceremoniously against a barstool. His eyes widen at your state, and he immediately sheds his jacket to wrap it around your waist. 
“Why did you drink so much?” he chastises, “it’s the night before the wedding.” 
“Jungkookie,” you warble, clutching your stomach, “I don’t feel so good.” 
He sighs, bending down. “Get on my back. Make sure the jacket covers you up, okay?” 
He doesn’t even grunt when you put all your weight on him, feeling like a ragdoll as he hoists you up. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, letting him carry you to your room. Most of the older family already went upstairs to sleep, so none of your cousins could care less when they see you get hauled away by Jungkook. 
You inhale, he smells like sweat and cologne. “I like putting my head between your neck,” you babble, and you feel Jungkook chuckle through his chest, “you smell so nice there. It’s the bestset! Comfiest place ever, ‘specially when m’sleepy.” 
“Are you sleepy now, baby?” You love how smooth the petname falls from his lips. 
“I will be when we get upstairs,” you reply, happy to see the elevator is empty. “I’m just all up in my head.” 
“Is that why you were drinking so much? You said you were gonna stop earlier.” 
“Yeah, but,” you shamefully tuck your head in his shoulder, “I was frustrated.” 
“Frustrated? At who?” concern laces his tone as he struggles to hold you with one hand and fumble for his key in the other. You tighten your legs around his slim waist until the door clicks open, and he immediately walks over to your bed to plop you down. “Babe, are you crying?” he finally has a good look at your face, horrified to see the streaks of tears mixed with mascara running down your face. 
“I wa-was jealous,” you confess tearily, clutching your face in your hands,  “some girls in the bathroom were calling you sexy and that you were only here so you could try to win over Doyeon. I know it sounds ridiculous and you would never do that but. The thought of you getting back with her makes me so jealous and I hate it! I’m starting to feel so guilty about this, all of this. I put all of this on ourselves and I’m ruining it.” 
“Ruining what? You’re not making any sense.” Jungkook places a hand on your knee, crouching down so he can look up at you. 
“I’m ruining us,” you gush despondently, “I’m ruining any potential of us before we even start.” 
Jungkook freezes, hand clutching your knee like a lifeline. The potential of you two together? You’ve thought of that? Jungkook didn’t drink much tonight, so his mind is definitely running on all cogs. 
Coming to a conclusion, he rubs slow, soothing circles on your knee, his other hand reaching up to wipe the tears from your face. “You’re not ruining anything,” he declares firmly, “that’s impossible. I may have agreed to fake-date you because of Doyeon, but I stayed because of you.” 
His heart aches seeing you so upset, and he decides to take initiative to get you out of your clothing and ready for bed. You don’t have any words, opting to let Jungkook take care of you as you try to calm yourself down. He finds a spare t-shirt,  a long one so you’ll be comfortable. He doesn’t bat an eye when he unzips your dress, in favor of balling up the shirt and getting you clothed as fast as possible. He rifles through the bathroom to find your makeup wipes, and he’s gentle when he scrubs up the once pretty makeup you spent half an hour doing. Barefaced and fresh, you look sleepy and ready to crash. 
But before Jungkook can tuck you in, you clutch his arm.
“Jungkook,” you murmur sleepily, “I think I lo—” 
“I know, baby,” he doesn’t want a confession like this, and he’s sure you wouldn’t want it either. You still look a little green and you’re not sober, so he makes the executive decision to pin these feelings for later. “I’m not trying to invalidate you, I promise. I want you to tell me this, all of this in the morning. We’ll talk then.”
“Okay,” you melt in the sheets, pulling the blankets up to your chest. When you see Jungkook move away from the bed, you jolt, “Where are you going?” 
Jungkook smiles, reaching over to tuck you back in, “I left my blazer in Namjoon’s room. I’ll be right back, okay?” 
He walks out of your room as quietly as he can, making sure to close the door slowly. Once it’s sealed shut, he leaps up, giving himself a silent cheer as he bounds down the hall. You like him back! 
The smile on his face is tired but full of fervor as he makes his way to Namjoon and Doyeon’s suite. He doesn’t even care that he probably has to talk to Doyeon to get his jacket back, thoughts filled with the excitement of his requited feelings and going back to his room to cuddle up with you. 
He doesn’t even have to knock when the large double doors swing open. Dumbfounded, he looks down at Doyeon, wearing a tiny black nightie and dangling his jacket with one finger. It’s an outfit that leaves nothing to the imagination, and he feels his neck heat up at the feeling he’s encroaching on an intimate moment. 
“You left this,” she says slowly, a tiny smirk on her lips. 
“Uh, thanks,” he says, making sure not to touch her when he grabs his blazer. 
In her other hand she holds up her room’s designated ice bucket. “Could you also get me some ice, please? Namjoon’s fast asleep and I really don’t want to walk out all… exposed.” 
He swallows his sigh, knowing it’s going to take significantly longer to get back to you when Doyeon drawls like this. “Of course,” he replies tersely, “after all, you are the bride.” 
“Thanks, Jungkookie.” 
He makes quick work of getting Doyeon the ice, pumping his long legs down the hall. The ice room is cold and cramped, barely enough for his tall frame to fit in. He jabs the container in the holder, pressing the button ten times per second to get as much ice out as possible. 
As soon as he turns around with the ice, he drops the whole bucket. 
Like glass, it shatters onto the ground, hundreds of little clear pebbles skimming across the floor like marbles. Doyeon’s pushing Jungkook against the ice machine, freshly manicured hands splayed across his chest. Her body is flush against his, making sure that he feels all of her with her thin silk gown. 
“What the fuck, Doyeon get off of me!” a little part of him hopes she’ll come to her senses on her own so he doesn’t have to put his hands on her. 
“C’mon, Kookie,” her voice is a sickly candy sweet, her eyes wide with hunger as she takes in his form, “just one more night, you and me. Like old times. One more night before I tie the knot.” 
“You’re crazy,” he balks, running his hand through his hair, “this is sexual harassment, do you know that?” 
“You don’t mean that, Kookie,” Doyeon dips a red-tipped nail down his chest, “why settle for someone like y/n when I’m right here?” 
He grabs her wrists, firm. She winces at the contact, but doesn’t say anything when Jungkook delivers her a scary glare. It gets her quiet, fearful of this version of Jungkook. Doyeon’s never seen Jungkook like this before, so unwilling to bend at her whim and emanating all his power against her. 
“Why settle for your cousin?” he whispers like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “because, I love her.” 
Her lip curls in disgust, nails digging into the palm of his hand. “But you loved me first.”
“And I’ll love her last,” he spits pack, letting go of her. His anger splits for a brief second, regarding Doyeon with sorrow, “this is low, even for you.”
Jungkook pushes past the ice, wobbling out of the ice room. He doesn’t look back, he just knows that he needs you right now. He needs to tell you everything, figure out a plan to cancel the wedding or something. 
But when he crashes inside the room, you’re dead asleep. He can’t find the courage to wake up Seokjin as well, who returned and is sleeping in his club outfit. He groans, feeling useless as he stares at the two of you, ignorant of what just conspired ten minutes ago. 
And Namjoon, what is he going to tell Namjoon? Poor guy doesn’t deserve any of this. 
Walking up to your side of the bed, he tucks your loose hair behind your ear. You look so peaceful now, so beautiful. 
It’s just going to have to wait until the morning. 
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The morning of the wedding, you wake up alone. 
The first thought that runs through your head is that Jungkook has rejected you. The little, insecure bug that will never go away in your brain fills you with rash thoughts. He’s on a flight half way back home and he regrets this whole week. 
But after that exaggeration, you notice two aspirin and a bottle of water on your nightstand, along with your phone that’s fully charged. 
You pull up the screen to check the dozens of messages that flood your app. 
Jeon Jung-boo-thang: morning babe, im sorry i had to leave early. Namjoon showed up at our door freaking out that his suit is the wrong fit and shade. Now im running around vegas trying to find a replacement that doesn’t look like an elvis presley extra
Jeon Jung-boo-thang: but i didn’t forget what you said last night, i promise! Just go get ready and i’ll meet u at the chapel outside the resort. 
Jeon Jung-boo-thang: i also have something to say to you
Jeon Jung-boo-thang: wow i didn’t realize how ominous that sounds. Dw, everything will be fine
When someone tells you something will be fine, it’s a universal agreement that no, things will not be fine. 
So you get dressed, and put on your makeup mindlessly. You don’t really know what to make of Jungkook’s cryptic message, but you decide to leave those thoughts in the back of your mind as you go to the other rooms to help your family get ready. 
Seokjin is busy tying the ring bearer’s tie, looking handsome with his slicked back hair and polished grey suit. “Morning, cousin,” he sing-songs, “you look beautiful today!”
You smooth out your dress, a cascading silver number with starry sparkles. You feel like you’re living out your magical girl fantasies, wrapped up in layers of tulle and a sparkly sweetheart bodice.
“Right back at you. Say, you didn’t see Jungkook this morning, did you?” 
“No, but I heard he’s with Namjoon hunting for a new suit. Why?” 
“Nothing,” you lean against the guest table, “he just said something really ominous over text.” 
“I will never get a peaceful day so long as I’m in this family,” he says this directly to the ring bearer, a toddler who’s obviously confused at his uncle’s weird sayings. 
Your phone beeps conveniently, displaying Jungkook’s name. 
Jeon Jung-boo-thang: just got his suit. We’ll be there in fifteen. Meet me at the garden behind the chapel, please. It’s urgent 
Now you’re just worried. So you tell Seokjin your sentiments, and that he should have his phone on hand in case you needed him. With a confused nod, you leave him to go down to the garden.  
The groomsmen and bridesmaids are already at the chapel taking pictures. Only the wedding party is really allowed at this time, but you manage your way through the gardens virtually undetected. Jungkook’s already waiting for you, hiding under a white gazebo overlooking the hotel’s fountain. 
He looks gorgeous in his all black pinstripe suit, hair pushed back and pants fitted perfectly around his waist and thighs. When he sees you he gets up, full of skittish energy. You note that his hair isn’t even styled, only washed and curling slightly at the ends, as if he’s in a rush.
“W-wow,” he marvels when you rush up to him, “you look gorgeous.” 
You drop the handful of silver tulle, letting it fall to the floor. “Jungkook,” you clasp his hand in both of his, guilt flooding your eyes. You’ve been thinking about this all morning, and you need to cut to the chase. Jungkook tries to open his mouth but you silence him with a finger on his lips. “I can’t—I can’t do this. I know this sounds really stupid and you probably don’t want anything to do with me after this, but I shouldn’t have made this elaborate scheme,” you bite your lip, feeling even more antsy as Jungkook squirms in his grip. He however, is trying very hard to focus with his eyes, confused at your sudden confession. “I like you, Jungkook. I don’t want to parade you around like a revenge plot anymore, it isn’t fair and it’s wrong in so many ways—” 
“That’s great,” he says simply, brown eyes swirling with thoughts, “um, ditto. But—”
“Wow,” you frown, “I pour my heart out to you and this is what I get?” 
“It’s great that you want to be selfless right now,” Jungkook takes your hand, firm and tight, “but without this elaborate scheme, we wouldn’t be saving asses like we are right now.”
“What are you talking about?” You thought Jungkook rushed you down here so you could talk about each other’s feelings before the wedding. 
“Doyeon just threw herself on me last night. I got her ice and she took that as an invitation to seduce me like an episode of Sex and the City. Namjoon needs to divorce her, like yesterday.” 
Your face then morphs into something dark and ugly, and you fling your whole confession out the window. The thought of Doyeon going as far as throwing herself on Jungkook as a last ditch attempt to get back at you, has you seeing blood red. “What? Why didn’t you tell me this sooner!”
“You were asleep!” he shoots back, putting his hands on your shoulders. He rubs warm strokes up and down your bare arms, “please relax. You’re shaking.” 
“And why didn’t you tell Namjoon when you were driving around all morning?”
“I tried to!” he retorts, hands swinging in the air. You huff when his hands land back on your shoulders, preventing you from running to the chapel to extract Doyeon out yourself, “but he just kept talking shit about how much he loves Doyeon and he can’t imagine being together with anyone but her and I felt so bad! I’m sorry I chickened out. I really don’t wanna be the one to break Namjoon’s heart. I’m just the plus one!” 
You pinch your brows, mulling it over. “Fuck it, let’s crash a wedding,” you declare, “where’s Namjoon and how can we get him alone?” 
Jungkook exhales, a hand carding up to loosen his thin silver tie. “He’s taking pictures with the groomsmen right now. It’s gonna be awhile before we get a chance to talk.” 
“Fuck,” you curse, sitting down on the white bench. Jungkook presses soothing circles on your back. “We have no choice, we have to get to him before the ceremony starts.” 
“You’ll have to get through me, first.” 
Doyeon’s not even in her wedding dress when she strides up to the two of you. She’s in ballet flats with her hair and makeup done, but the only thing she’s wearing is the thin underdress of her actual ball gown, a simple silk negligee that reaches her ankles. You don’t even know how she’s managed to escape the bridal party, especially without her dress. 
Feeling protective, you step in front of Jungkook. “Before you say anything,” you murmur, “I’m not ruining your wedding, and I never wanted to. You’re ruining it because of your mistakes.” 
“Oh, boo-hoo,” Doyeon rolls her eyes, playing with her nails, “I didn’t even do anything wrong, everyone knows that on the bachelorette’s night she can do whatever she wants. Namjoon could’ve fucked whoever too if he wasn’t so faithful.” 
“Namjoon is ten times the partner you are and would never do that,” You’re seeing red, unable to comprehend the complete garbage spilling from Doyeon’s lips. “You touched my boyfriend without his consent, and I will never forgive you for that,” your voice is scarlet, angry and thin. 
“It’s not like he isn’t used to it, I—”
“NO!” the sound that comes out of your mouth has all three of you flinching, and you’re thankful the gazebo is far enough so that the rest of the wedding party is oblivious to your actions. “You’re not allowed to justify yourself anymore, Doyeon. What you did was fucked up, what you’ve done to all of us is fucked up!” You realize now that you didn’t need to get back at Doyeon with a fake date, what you needed was this. You needed a reprieve, a chance to lay down your law. “Jungkook was right all along. You are jealous. You’re jealous and selfish and have no shame. You think you own whatever you set your eyes on, but you’re wrong. We’re not objects, we’re people.” 
You walk up to Doyeon, eye to eye. You jab a hand at her chest, pushing her back slightly. You soak up your cousin’s expression, and you watch as Doyeon’s eyes pop out in surprise at your act of boldness. “So you have a choice here. You can either swallow your pride and leave Namjoon at the aisle quietly and save whatever dignity you have left. Take your pathetic ass on the next flight back home and pack up your apartment. Or, we can start a big scene at your ceremony,” you probably look manic, filled with freshly injected power, “I know Seokin’s always wanted to yell ‘I object!’ at a wedding.” 
“You have no proof,” Doyeon glares right back, taking a step closer to you. Your noses are practically touching, but you dig your heels in the white-stained wood, puffing up your chest and standing your ground. 
“Doesn’t matter,” you bite back, “what matters is that Namjoon will doubt you. Namjoon knows we’d never do anything to sabotage a wedding without a valid reason. Even if you do get married tonight, we have Jungkook’s word and proof of a relationship that overlaps with his. I find this option to be far worse because it’s prolonging the inevitable,” you shrug, “I hope you two didn’t sign a prenup.”  
Hot, angry tears mess up her meticulously done makeup. Black rivers carve through her porcelain skin, showing the feelings that have been dormant since been hidden under a facade. Doyeon’s eyes dart back and forth between the two of you. She’s practically vibrating in combined fear and rage, seeing blurry images and memories and regrets of what could’ve been if not for her self-absorption. And finally, your cousin comes to a decision. 
“I hate you,” she emphasizes each word with the most concentrated of venoms in her tone. WIth one last look at the two of you, she stomps away. Instead of going to the direction of the chapel however, she takes the shortcut back to the hotel. 
Her grave words are unsurprising, but nevertheless disappointing. A thinly veiled smile grazes your lips, sadder than ever as you watch your cousin go. “And I pity you.” 
As soon as she’s gone Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to scoop you up, hugging you tightly as you fight the urge to cry again. “Oh babe, that was really hot. The way you stood your ground? That was amazing!” Jungkook takes out his silver pocket square to wipe the stray tears that threaten to ruin your makeup. “You’re so strong, don’t you know that? You did it and I’m so proud of you.” 
As much as you want to revel in the affection, go back and bed and fall asleep until noon, you can’t.  Grasping Jungkook by the hand, you tug him to the chapel. “C’mon,” you say, “we have to corner Namjoon.”
The groomsmen photos are done by the time you get there. Thankfully, the to-be-groom doesn’t look too occupied. His eyes widen upon seeing you two stumble from the garden of all places.
“Oh, y/n. Jungkook,” Namjoon tilts his head curiously at how winded you two look, equally flushed and out of breath. From your state, Namjoon muses that it must've taken a lot of effort to finally get to the groom unattended, save for a few random family members he’s making small talk with, “The wedding isn’t for another hour but I must say, you two look radiant together. Doyeon always thought you’d end up an old spinster-catlady, but I always told her that you’re too beautiful to be single for long,” he pauses to send the aforementioned man a wink, “Jungkook’s a lucky guy. What were you two doing back there?”
“Uh, things?” Jungkook scratches the back of his head, not wanting to reiterate the fiasco between Doyeon moments before.
Namjoon smirks at the ebony-haired man, “Couple things?”  
You can’t take this needless small talk anymore. With a teary groan, you throw yourself at Namjoon. You hug him tight, and you don’t even care when you feel a slosh of his water bottle sprinkle your hairstyle. 
“Joonie,” you bemoan, “please, please don’t leave me. You’re the best not-cousin ever. I know it’ll be a pain to face Doyeon after today but you’re a strong independent man and when you’re ready Jin is single and ready to mingle—ow! Jungkook! Did you just pinch my ass?” 
“Do you really think setting him up with the next cousin is the best idea right now?”
“I figured a little humor would lighten the blow,” you sulk.
“I’m sorry what—what blow?” Namjoon frowns, pushing you away from him. “Y/n, have you been crying?” 
The tears resurface at that moment, like a kettle on overboil. Namjoon’s face is knitted together, unable to grasp at any conclusion. Namjoon feels something grave is upon the sky as he tenderly brushes away your tears with his thumbs before releasing you. Instantly Jungkook pulls you to his chest, patting you soothingly. As much as you two do not want to be the bearer of bad news, the time is now. 
“Namjoon,” Jungkook says, finding the strength that was previously stuck in his throat, “we have to tell you something.” 
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Needless to say, Las Vegas is very forgiving when it comes to last minute wedding cancellations. 
The whole wedding party, both Namjoon and yours, collectively feels like a whole ice bucket has been dumped upon your families. You would like to say that the whole issue was handled mess free, but that would be a bald-faced lie. 
There was screaming, crying, hysterical laughter from all sides. Doyeon’s parents were of course furious, embarrassed, unable to calm down a hysterical Doyeon as they haul her on the next flight home. You have a feeling they won’t be showing up to family events anytime soon. 
Namjoon’s family leaves quietly, frustrated, but classy. After all, they know at the back of their heads they dodged a bullet. Everyone leaves except Namjoon however, who isn’t quite ready to go back to his and Doyeon’s apartment. Namjoon invites Seokjin and some other close cousins to stay in his suite until their flight tomorrow afternoon, wanting to be surrounded by close friends and (almost) family. 
As for your family, they decide to find the silver lining. While the chapel was able to cancel the wedding, the reception wasn’t as easy to sway. At the very last second, your grandparents decided to make use of the reception and renew their Golden Anniversary vows instead. The ceremony will be a quick, sweet affair. At this very moment, your cousin Yoongi is getting officiated online. 
And for you? You’re in the place where you’ve wanted to remain all week. A fluffy hotel bed wrapped up with your not-boyfriend. 
Or? 
Would a not-boyfriend be snuggling against your chest like you’re the softest teddy bear in the toy shop? Would a not-boyfriend be hooking your leg atop his lap, forcing you to latch onto him so his hands can roam freely against your soft thighs? 
“We have to get ready for the wedding,” you whine against his hold, to no avail when he only holds you tighter. 
“But your grandparents are already married,” Jungkook whines right back, nuzzling his nose in your head. “This is like an afterparty fifty years later.” 
“I wanna get dressed,” you insist, pushing yourself up, “and we still need to talk.” 
Without Seokjin staying with you, the hotel room feels much bigger and freer for the two of you. Your clothes are scattered on the floor, uncaring of any wrinkles or smears that would get on the delicate fabric. 
All that matters is that Jungkook is still here with you. Doyeon’s wedding is called off, but he’s still lying in bed with you. You want to burn this image to memory, and keep it forever. Jungkook laying in only his white undershirt and boxers, looking at you dreamily as if he’s still in nap-mode. Hair that was previously windswept and exposing his forehead is now out of place, fluffy and sticking out in all directions. His cheeks are flushed with coral-colored warmth, and a little puffy because you two have been sleeping most of the afternoon. 
“Right, talk,” he repeats, letting you hand him his black button up so he can clothe himself. 
You throw off your shirt somewhere behind you, not wanting to face him as you walk to the full-length mirror. “So, I think my feelings for you are pretty clear and out in the open…” 
“Same, I think I made it pretty clear as well.” 
“What? You turn around, looking at where he’s still half-covered in bed. “You did not. I distinctly remember almost confessing my love to you last night. And then this morning, only for you to cut me off and say ‘that’s great’.” 
“Oh,” he stares at the white sheets that cover his lower half. “I guess I didn’t then.” 
You smile wryly, turning back to face the mirror so you can slip into your dress that’s been pooled around your ankles like a silver halo. “Maybe you thought it in your mind and forgot to tell me.” 
That seems about right. Jungkook has a tendency to be a little too passionate for his own good, windswept in thoughts and feelings until they consume him. He hops out of bed, walking only in his dress shirt and socks as he makes his way to the mirror. “Then let me do all the talking,” he says softly against your neck, hands on your hips. 
You shiver when you feel the cold silver of the zipper whirr up your body, Jungkook’s large hands splaying across your back to smooth out the waistline. 
“You of all people would know that being with Doyeon is a trip,” he chuckles into the crook of your neck, “I thought that was what love felt like. Being codependent, jumping through hurdles, trying so hard to please someone who can’t be pleased.” 
Jungkook’s hands wrap around your waist, hugging you tightly. He squeezes you and holds you like the most precious thing in the entire world. Through the mirror, you two are quite a pair. 
“But with you, I never knew love could be like this, feel like this.” 
“So… are you saying you love me?” you fight the urge to bounce around in his grip, the biggest smile on your face.  
“You really just want me to say ‘I love you’ and be done with it, huh?” 
Within seconds he’s pulling you from behind, whirling you around to the edge of the bed. He manages to flouce up your skirts to billow around his lap, sitting you down on his bare thighs. 
“You look like a cupcake, all sprawled up like this,” Jungkook says cutely, peppering kisses in a trail from your chest all the way to your lips. “You look like a huge, silvery cupcake and I love you. It’s so easy to love you.” 
Maybe it was kismet that Jungkook didn’t get to you first all those years ago. Maybe the right time is right here, right now. 
“I love you, too,” you say happily, dipping down to press a long, passionate kiss to his lips. He tastes like love and a happy future. When you pull away, you encapsulate his face in both your palms, regarding him like the sun and stars. “But you know, if we date you’ll never get away from my crazy family.” 
Jungkook snorts, pressing his forehead to yours, “And miss Yoongi re-marrying off your grandparents tonight, the next year of Seokjin and Namjoon running circles around each other, and a lifetime of happiness?” his hands snake under your dress, finding purchase in your soft skin, “not a chance.” 
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Just curious, how many shower thought (response) blogs are there? I just dived into this side of tumblr (not gonna make any posts its fun to read though) and I'm already losing my mind
Well there is
The. Literal. Sun.
Plasma...
S p a c e
ALL HAIL THE LIGHT
The void. It shall consume ALL.
A typewriter incase anyone wants to write their will before they die
Also some ink, not related to the typewriter
Also some words, I wonder who'll use them
A hat with no maker and a maker with no hat
The pen is mightier than the sword. It just so happens that this one is evil. Luckily I can summon multiple
Anyone order some coffee?
Ooo, an author
The literal embodiment if of fanart
A fork, nom noms
B҉ r҉ o҉ k҉ e҉ n҉ 
Soap
Soap(for hair)
Toothpaste
🄵🄰🅄🄲🄴🅃
Towel
Bath mat
Washcloth
Bathtub
Bathwater
𝔹𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕓𝕠𝕞𝕓
Bubblebath!
One (1) bath boi
Some M͓̽o͓̽l͓̽d͓̽ (anybody got some strong disinfectant?)
Nvm, the mold has already caused a plague (gettit?) (although user misspelled it)
Nevermind, there's already a parasite here
Mirror
Door!!!
Some curtains
A denim jacket
Blackout
Rainbow
✨ Magic ✨
*Tree poses to assert dominance*
Coconut
(obviously me)
I think popeye dropped a tin of spinch and it became sentient?
Tost
Hummus. dip tost?
Criss Cross applesauce
Wibbly wobbly Wibbly wobbly jellyo
Mmmm océan s o u p
Some poison, a great addition for my soup
Smol bean
Potat
Shower magpie who I haven't seen in a while
Bird (brain)
Frog(×2:Electric Boogaloo)
An axolotl!
Ferret
*looks at smudged writing on hand. Squints. * a raccoon
Stinky bastard man (I just had to put the two next to each other)
Rat.
Becometh crab 🦀 (x2: Electric Boogaloo)
Nya~
Edgy Nya~
Tripod of dog
Brain
Nina i found one of your neurons (if you understand this reference, good job you)
A rotted brain, keep it away before it infects us all, I only have 2 braincells left
Did... Did someone drop their spinal cord?
The almighty binch
The titanic
Narrator
Water based introspection
Existential crisis
Dumbass
Also a pacifier (get it because they're also called dummies and their name is dummy)
A foolish thought to say a sorry sight join the shower community (as you can tell we did Shakespeare in English so many times i pretty much can recite everything lady macbeth said)
ADHD
Ominous
Anonymous
Anxious 🥺👉👈
Some edgy bastard
A person of culture I see (although obsessed with tweed for some reason)
1 Dapper boi
Sarcastic
nice
All smiles and sunshine
HAPPY! (why isn't there yellow 😔)
Affection (Derogatory) (I'm sorry I just felt like it)
~Petty~
Idiot
Disaster
Chaos and Order
Comebacks
'vanishing'
Defences
Threatened
Op is on drugs
All the F s
And F-general
Get out of the shower
Shower responses
Dry
The horny and the simp
Shower sins
Thower shoughts
I take quick showers
Shower thots
Last responder *countdown music*
You have shower thoughts?
Your shower thoughts are stupid
Wtf shower thoughts
Another shower responder
MORE
Just shower responses... responses
Response shower
NO SHOWER! only thought (×3)
Mmm, showery
Penny for your thoughts?
Hello darkness my old friend...
Llawyer
Beepbeep
Prussia
Haywire!!!
furry OwO
A Pigeon got in through the door, who left it open?
I'm feeling devious
You're looking glamorous, let's get mischievous, and polyamorous
Gay is stored in the ass
Gay
Trans
*opens door and walks through with you exaggeratedly* Fellas we got the whole LGBTQIA+ community right here
Enby
Hahaha gender go brrr
Lesbian
Lesbian-thot
Lust
Someone who thinks it funny to clown around
Joker (derogatory)
Haha straight
Dead inside
Some supervillain idk
News. Literally a shower news style responses
r
I cannot believe that I forgot Her Greatest Majesty, the Queen. All Hail Royal
Isaac newton?
M megamind?
Fiftieth
Crackhead
Some Phoenix Wright kinnie
What is a Dean Winchester and why does he have a tentacle fetish?
Well well well, if it ain't a homestuckian
Did someone kill/rob The Doctor or something, their TARDIS was left behind and its blocking my pretzels that I left in the shower
Mined crafts uwu
Well well well, if it ain't- *accidentally makes eye contact and is then killed by some unknown shadowy creature holding what seems to be some sort of cube of dirt*
GOTTA GO FAST
Mishamishamishamishamishamishamisha
Gen Z and ready to throw hands with OP
Not puki
Nom noms
Dip dap
Kensa
B͓̽u͓̽n͓̽g͓̽e͓̽r͓̽ ..........
Someone broke their space bar or something
It's time to d-d-d-d-d-dshower
The magical deity of sleepovers
DON'T FALL ASLEEP. NO MATTER WHAT THEY TELL YOU-
The muffin man genuinely left drury Lane for this
Txmblr
Moonlit nights on a winters day, stars glimmering gently
A child?
🟥
The fae. Just all of them. Every single one.
Crocus? (What on earth does that mean)
*sings* baba blacksheep have you any wool? Because if not you will be killed (this fits the tune perfectly. If not I have failed in everything)
The theatre itself is here... Somehow
Ahoy-hoy
boo
REEEE- *epic geometry dash gameplay to DanTDM's old intro music*
Yardale, not to be mistaken for riverdale and differs to lawn ale or front porch ale or even meter ale
I'll finish this list later
It's gonna be a long one folks
I'm including a ones that haven't spoken since ages ago because
Boy howdy there's new ones tell me who I'm missing now
Please stop thank you very much this is too many i keep having to add to this any new responder must kill a responder to continue the purge shall claim y'all as I will win i recently started watching Danganronpa
Seriously though everyone after mirror must have a battle royale it's too much i doubt all of you will even last longer than today also happy birthday me -dated:28th- do you even realise what sort of commitment you've made to sell pieces of your soul for entertainment and ability to make such epic retorts each and every post?! I sacrifice many souls DAILY to be throwing such bangers into this stuff y'know?
We have a tap guys we can finally wash our hands of all the blood of our enemies
Seriously though who left the door open I don't want a Pigeon pecking at me (the mishapocalypse got them lol)
So many responders so little time before the end of the world
If I'm missing someone please tell me very thank
There are not enough colours for me to assign a different one to each person 😔 also, wtf is on there twice on purpose
WorldHealthOrganisation IS MISSING (note: you may have a joke in place of name or under a category of names)
So there's lore without me?
ALL HAIL THE LIGHT *moth noises*
Okay now there's alternate timeline versions of responders for the benefit of myself they ain't going on the list bud
There is an incorrect role play blog quotes blog and I am crying. Not of laughter. Just wiuwhdhsjhshjxjabjsjdhdjsj
If any new people join I will go back to causing shower wars for the sake of killing you all I'm done I have snapped my laptop is updating 3 times in a row
I will commit crimes.
Does being a shower responder or role-playing seem encouraging to people to join this "community"? Because I'm pretty sure it's the latter
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ivyaugustetc · 3 years
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the dead poets at hogwarts: a headcanon from hell
@aedan-mills @charlie-dalton-simp @pretentious-strikes YOU ENCOURAGED THIS BEHAVIOR SO YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO LIVE WITH THE CONSEQUENCES. also i love you a lot but THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT.
also @aedan-mills i found out that some of the wand stuff is related to their birthdays and i am much too lazy to look all that up and figure it all out, but anyone else is welcome to lmao. sorry to disappoint but alas it's summer and i don't want to research that much. but other than that, please listen to me flex my extensive knowledge on harry potter :)
neil (half blood): i'm sorry,,,, can you say gryffindor? this boy would get up there and in a second the sorting hat would have him all figured out: big dreams with the will to pursue them, but not ambitious enough to step over others to achieve said dreams? sounds like a gryffindor to me. i just know he'd thrive at hogwarts, probably going on to play quidditch (def a chaser) and would excel in charms class. as far as pets go, i feel like he'd stay simple and classy with a chill barn owl he'd name after a famous broadway actor. he would kind of be a mix of james and remus, in which he's wild and crazy but still manages to get good grades. the teachers love him simply because they don't know much about him outside of class. he would absolutely LOVE going to hogsmeade and going batshit crazy at zonko's and honeydukes. he'd have a whole phase where he gets addicted to licorice wands and everyone else thinks they're disgusting but he simply cannot buy enough of them. he'd play a bunch of zonko tricks on the rest of the poets, saving the most harsh for charlie and the most wholesome for todd <3
todd (muggle born): ugh see i can see him being both a hufflepuff and a ravenclaw, but my heart says hufflepuff so i'm gonna go with that. he would absolutely HATE the sorting ceremony with a burning passion. getting up in front of everybody only to have a hat judge u??? no thanks. HAHAHA CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM ON A BROOM. i can't either because he would simply never get on one, probably referring to them as "flying death traps" more often than not. "hey todd, you think about joining quidditch?" "no thanks, i'd rather keep my limbs intact ;)". but he would love muggle studies a lot, even if the teacher was boring as hell. snape would scare the hell out of him for sure, resulting in his lowest class being potions. he would excel in classes that are more learning out of the book rather than in practice. for a pet, he'd want something that could not possibly turn on him and would just be sweet and loving, so ima give him a toad :) he'd name it something fancy and british, like nigel or sumn. and because of nigel, he'd love chocolate frogs because hey they're twins!!
fanon knox (pure blood): hogwarts fuck boy. okay well maybe not f boy but like...his favorite part is the fact that this is a co-ed school rather than an all-boys school so he can spy on both genders equally yknow. hmm i get hufflepuff vibes from him because he's a big romantic, sucker for cute relationships, etc. he would enjoy whichever class his current crush is in, although I feel like he'd do well with classes that involved spells and wand work mostly lmao. he'd want a really fucking cute pet, so i'd give him a kneazle (it's like a cat but a bit more lion like). he'd give it a strong sounding name, something german idk. but he'd love the shit out of that kneazle, i can tell you that much. i feel like he'd try out for quidditch his first few years, not make it on, and then make it on to the team around fourth year and somehow end up team captain in seventh (and that proves kids, that you too can have a redemption arc in sports). as far as candy goes, ima say he likes the super sour candy like acid pops n shit. like i feel like the others would dare him to each as much sour candy as he can and then he wouldn't be able to taste for a week. but he'd think it was worth it :)
cameron (muggle born): good god this boy just wants to learn. magic just fascinates him, what with growing up in a big muggle family (bestie he is the weasleys if they were all type a). he's a ravenclaw, no questions asked. he would love classes involving preciseness and attention, things like potions and transfiguration. i feel like he'd have a cute, stable relationship along the way ofc because he deserves so much love and happiness and UGH he's a baby. he'd stick with a lil ginger cat, naming it after one of the famous wizards he's read about. he would love spending christmas at the school and going places when the ground are nearly empty, enjoying the scenery. for candy, he'd go plain and simple with chocolate frogs. can't go wrong with those. he'd still have fun with his friends, but he'd skip a lot of parties for some studying (don't judge, i do it too lmao). would not play quidditch but would enjoy it, end of story.
charlie (pure blood): slytherin. don't dispute it. think the weasley twins but even more flirtatious. he would be a regular at every single party that happened, flirting with the guys and gals shamelessly and drinking butterbeer like it was water. look me in the eye and tell me he would not absolutely fucking HATE GILDEROY LOCKHART WITH EVER FIBER OF HIS BEING. he'd do spot-on impersonations of him though. teacher's worst enemy. like when he walks into class on the first day, every teacher collectively mutters "bloody hell not this kid again". asks the most incredibly stupid questions ("okay but is there a spell to turn my eyebrows green? just the eyebrows though, not my hair"). he would be the most aggressive beater on the slytherin team, though he would never deliberately try to hit someone, just distract the shit out of them ("put the fear of god in them and fate will do the rest"). he'd want a loud, aggressive pet but he'd probably end up with a mean cat that hisses at everyone. he'd give it the most adorable name that just. does not fit the personality. something like priscilla. for candy, he'd take his chance with bertie botts' every flavour beans and just roll with the punches. he's chaotic like that.
pitts (half blood): ASTRONOMY IS HIS JAM. he fucking loves that class. he tutors the entire ravenclaw house in that class. he's the guy that little first years who are terrified of the class go to when they're completely lost and don't understand what's going on. besides that, i feel like he'd just be everyone's cool older brother yknow? like he'd be in charge of helping all the first years figure out where stuff is and giving them advice to help them and stuff. he would be a die-hard quidditch fan although he would not play the sport (maybe recreationally on the weekends and holidays and stuff, but the fact that it's so fucking dangerous just does not appeal to him). he'd like the candy that does tricks and stuff, like fizzing whizbees and stuff. he gives me charlie weasley vibes, where he's hardcore in certain areas (in his case, astronomy) and just flipping chill in anything else. cool older brother vibes, man. it fits.
meeks (half blood): i've said it once and i'll say it again: nonproblematic ginger dumbledore. also a hufflepuff <3 this dude just wants to fucking coast along, getting good grades and not participating in the dumb shit that could probably get him killed (even though he would in a heartbeat if his friends were in danger. duh). he'd be a teacher's favorite, probably having conversations with his favorite teachers during free time. okay ik this isn't technically at school, but i swear to god he would be dumbledore one day. like he would be the chill ass headmaster who gets shit done while also being very la di da life is nice flowers are pretty type of person. that being said, his favorite candy is and has been lemon drops ever since dumbledore got him addicted to them. his favorite classes would be potions (he'd surprisingly get along well with snape) and he'd just be great and mixing shit right and just knowing how much of stuff to add in ("how much powdered root do i add?" "about three and a half shakes." "that's not a measurement, meeks." "*shrug* it works"). he'd stick with his small friend group and love them to death, but he'd be a friend to all really. he'll help anyone that comes to him asking for help with homework (and though he won't admit it, he gets super prideful when it's someone a few years ahead of him).
stick (muggle born): harry potter if harry potter could've been more harry potter. like he would just be a part of everything and end up being part of some prophecy that demands he'd save the world and at first he'd be like HEY i'm just a small boy but then he'd grit his teeth and finesse the shit out of this preventing the end of days stuff. he'd definitely be a gryffindor, and fucking proud of it. he'd be the seeker on the quidditch team because he is so short and small and yeah he'd fucking kill it there. he'd kind of be the shy one no one expected much from, but once he starts absolutely wrecking the shit out of the other houses' quidditch teams, he'd become sorta popular? like people would invite him to parties and stuff and he's too nice to say no, but he'd mostly just hang around the outskirts, saying hi to the other poets if he saw them and mostly talking to chris and ginny (danburry, not weasley). he'd like defense against the dark arts and minerva mcgongiall would become his literal mother i can't explain it. he'd have an owl as a pet and treat it like it was his own child, telling it thank you every time it brought his mail or took his mail. as for candy, he'd like drooble's bubble gum because the bubbles are all magic and shit and i just feel like that would make him so happy <3
chris (pure blood): the older sister lesbian <3 she'd be a sweet hufflepuff who would be friends with everyone while also being the greatest socialite the school has ever seen. you know that party that practically the entire school attended and talked about for months on end? she planned that shit. she'd be like pitts in the respect that she'd help all the first years find their way in the school and in life in general. she's just such a warm and kind person that everyone would love her. she's have a little pink pygmy puff to match ginny's purple one, and she'd give it such a perfect, human name like lila or something. she'd be great at muggle studies and all the teachers would love her. also every one is so invested in her relationship with ginny it's adorable. he favorite candy is acid pops even though they make her eyes water like crazy. she'd make pretty good grades, every once in a while getting one slightly lower than she'd expected, but she always manages to bring them up to her satisfactory level :) she would not play quidditch, but she would go all out to support ginny, even though they're in different houses. that's what i call love, baby.
ginny (half blood): the mom lesbian <3 she's a ravenclaw and also one of the sweetest people in the whole school. while chris helps other with the social aspect, ginny will help anyone in any subject they need help with (she and meeks are a help duo on this). she's quieter and less social than chris, but she's one of the best chasers the ravenclaw quidditch team has ever seen. she'd end up team captain by fifth of sixth year. she'd be like oliver wood in that she is sO invested in the team's success that at sometimes she'll go a bit crazy, but chris is always there to help her put things back into perspective <3. she'd make stellar grades of course, being good friends with all of her teachers. her favorite candy would be the sweetest things like fairy floss. as previously stated, she'd have a purple pygmy puff to match chris's pink one, and she'd also give it an adorable human name like lisa or something. ginny's just sweet to everyone, especially neil and his friends.
I DID IT. IT TOOK FOREVER AND A FEW HAIL MARYS BUT I DID IT. enjoy besties <3 love u all
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dinosaurtsukki · 3 years
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masterlist | karasuno
⇠ return to masterlist: main directory
this is a masterlist of works i’ve written for the different karasuno members
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❀✿** whole team 
⇢ karasuno + their favorite spotify playlists | screenshots, crack
⇢ karasuno music idol au | slight crack, hc’s
⇢ karasuno as your housemates | crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! characters + weird things that are in their backpacks | uni au, crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! as strange people you came across in your campus | uni au, crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! as university professors | uni au, crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! as dorm roommates | uni au, crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! linggo ng wika au | written in tagalog, crack, hc’s
⇢ karasuno and seijoh + manager who can breakdance | crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! characters + hair fails | crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! characters and their fave musicals | crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! characters as people you meet at a college party | uni au, crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! + dorm ‘meals’ | uni au, crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! + things they do when they’re not okay | slight angst, hc’s 
⇢ haikyuu!! team christmas parties | crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! + things they were doing on the internet when they were like... 12 | slight crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! as genshin impact players | slight crack, hc’s, cross-over
❀✿** daichi sawamura
⇢ haikyuu!! buzzfeed unsolved au | crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! masterchef au | crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! as their zodiac signs | slight crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! characters as buzzfeed unsolved screencaps | crack, screencaps
⇢ haikyuu!! pairings as buzzfeed unsolved screencaps | crack, screencaps
⇢ prompts 80 (“i didn’t do it!”) + 81 (“then why are you laughing?”) + 82 (“because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”) | crack, drabble fic
⇢ prompt 93 (”i feel like a freakin’ soccer mom”) | crack, fluff, drabble fic, xreader 
⇢ dressing up as Four Sisters and a Wedding with daichi, sugawara, and oikawa | costume requests, hc’s
⇢ tied up together (daichi x gn!reader) | fluff, drabble fic, xreader
⇢ haikyuu!! + things they do when they’re not okay | slight angst, hc’s 
⇢ haikyuu!! zombie apocalypse AU | slight angst, hc’s
❀✿** sugawara koushi
⇢ haikyuu!! buzzfeed unsolved au | crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! masterchef au | crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! as their zodiac signs | slight crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! characters as buzzfeed unsolved screencaps | crack, screencaps
⇢ haikyuu!! pairings as buzzfeed unsolved screencaps | crack, screencaps
⇢ prompt 124 (“i’m sure i can get some kind of sexual gratification from just staring at him if i try hard enough”) | crack, fluff, drabble fic, xreader
⇢ dressing up as Four Sisters and a Wedding with daichi, sugawara, and oikawa | costume requests, hc’s 
⇢ dressing up as a Sexy Taco and Sexy Saltshaker with sugawara | costume requests, hc’s
⇢ dressing up as Gomez and Morticia Addams with sugawara | costume requests, hc’s
⇢ dressing up as cryptids with sugawara and tsukishima | costume requests, hc’s
⇢ ‘high school sweetheart’ songfic | movie requests, songfic, xreader, slightly dark themes
⇢ haikyuu!! zombie apocalypse AU | slight angst, hc’s 
⇢ sugawara + domestic headcanons | fluff, hc’s, xreader, flowershop fluff event
⇢ match-up + how he would ask you out | fluff, match-up, xreader, flowershop fluff event
❀✿** asahi azumane
⇢ haikyuu!! as their zodiac signs | slight crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! characters as buzzfeed unsolved screencaps | crack, screencaps
⇢ haikyuu!! pairings as buzzfeed unsolved screencaps | crack, screencaps
⇢ prompt 68 (“do i regret it? yes. would i do it again? probably.”) + 70 (“i’m not a damsel in distress. i’m a damsel doing damage.”) | crack, drabble fic
⇢ prompt 136 (“i know its like 11pm, but i’m on my way to your house with nacho fries.”) | fluff, drabble fic, xreader
⇢ asahi and tsukishima + s/o with narcolepsy | fluff, hc’s, xreader
⇢ a short asanoya post-volleyball practice drabble | fluff, hq x hq, drabble fic
❀✿** tanaka ryuunosuke
⇢ haikyuu!! buzzfeed unsolved au | crack, hc’s
⇢  haikyuu!! as their zodiac signs | slight crack, hc’s
⇢  haikyuu!! characters as buzzfeed unsolved screencaps | crack, screencaps
⇢ haikyuu!! pairings as buzzfeed unsolved screencaps | crack, screencaps
⇢ ‘chun-li’ by nicki minaj songfic | movie requests, songfic, crack
❀✿** nishinoya yuu
⇢ haikyuu!! buzzfeed unsolved au | crack hc’s 
⇢  haikyuu!! as their zodiac signs | slight crack, hc’s 
⇢  haikyuu!! characters as buzzfeed unsolved screencaps | crack, screencaps
⇢ haikyuu!! pairings as buzzfeed unsolved screencaps | crack, screencaps
⇢ prompt 15 (“laugh at my jokes! they’re funny and you know it!”) | crack, drabble fic 
❀✿** ennoshita chikara
⇢ haikyuu !! masterchef au (second-gen captains vs. first years) | crack, headcanons
⇢ prompt 121 (”why are you holding your boobs?”) | crack, fluff, drabble fic, xreader
⇢ dressing up as Victor and Emily from Corpse Bride with ennoshita | costume requests, fluff, hc’s, xreader
❀✿** hinata shouyo
⇢ haikyuu!! buzzfeed unsolved au | crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu !! masterchef au (second-gen captains vs. first years) | crack, headcanons
⇢ haikyuu!! as buzzfeed unsolved screencaps | crack, screencaps
⇢ haikyuu!! pairings as buzzfeed unsolved screencaps | crack, screencaps
⇢ haikyuu!! as their zodiac signs | slight crack, screencaps
⇢ cleaning goatman’s bridge with hinata | BU!requests, crack, hc’s
⇢ prompts 33 (“can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles?”) + 38 ( “this is why we can’t have nice things”) | fluff, drabble fic, xreader
⇢ dressing up as Friends with the karasuno first-years | hq!! costume requests, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! zombie apocalypse AU | slight angst, hc’s
⇢ being the msby jackal’s physiotherapist | crack, hc’s 
⇢ match-up + how he would ask you out | fluff, hc’s, xreader, flowershop fluff event
⇢ texts with the msby boys as your boyfriend | fluff, smau, xreader
❀✿** kageyama tobio
⇢ haikyuu!! buzzfeed unsolved au | crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! as buzzfeed unsolved screencaps | crack, screencaps
⇢ haikyuu!! pairings as buzzfeed unsolved screencaps | crack, screencaps
⇢ haikyuu!! as their zodiac signs | slight crack, screencaps
⇢ filming a tiktok video with kageyama at the dauphine orleans hotel | BU!requests, crack, hc’s 
⇢ dressing up as Friends with the karasuno first-years | hq!! costume requests, hc’s
⇢ prompt 92 (“ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. that’s cute.”) | fluff, drabble fic, xreader
⇢ tsukishima and kageyama + crushing on a classmate with a fierce personality | fluff, hc’s, xreader
⇢ haikyuu!! + dating the eldest sister of a poc family | fluff, hc’s, xreader
⇢ kageyama and akaashi + comforting an s/o who has been feeling negative about themselves | fluff, slight angst, hc’s, xreader
⇢ twenty shots of espresso  (barista!kageyama x gn!reader) | fluff, fanfic, xreader, coffeeshop au
⇢ the basics of nail care (kageyama x gn!reader) | fluff, drabble fic, xreader  
⇢ haikyuu!! zombie apocalypse AU | slight angst, hc’s
⇢ day 8 – runaway | angstcember fic, xreader
⇢ match-up + how he would ask you out | fluff, match-up request, xreader, flowershop fluff event
⇢ kageyama tobio + play-wrestling | fluff, drabble, xreader, flowershop fluff event
⇢ kageyama tobio + squishing your cheeks | fluff, drabble, xreader, flowershop fluff event
⇢ teasing and getting him flustered (ft. kenma, atsumu, and kageyama) | fluff, hc’s, xreader
❀✿** tsukishima kei
⇢ haikyuu!! buzzfeed unsolved au | crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! as buzzfeed unsolved screencaps | crack, screencaps
⇢ haikyuu!! pairings as buzzfeed unsolved screencaps | crack, screencaps
⇢ haikyuu!! as their zodiac signs | slight crack, screencaps
⇢ haikyuu !! masterchef au (second-gen captains vs. first years) | crack, headcanons 
⇢ haikyuu!! characters as shitty groupmates
⇢ tsukishima + picnic date | fluff, hc’s, xreader
⇢ tsukishima + study date | fluff, hc’s, xreader
⇢ conducting a seance using doritos with tsukishima at the winchester house | BU!requests, crack, hc’s
⇢ prompts 5 (“i want to strangle you 99% of the time.”) + 39 (“wait a minute. are you jealous?”) | fluff, drabble fic, xreader
⇢ prompt 79 (“wow somebody needs a happy meal.”) + 149 (“well i mean-””) | fluff, drabble fic, xreader
⇢ prompt 103 (“i’m all for making you miserable by being insufferable, but unfortunately i have things to do today.”)  | crack, drabble fic
⇢ prompt 62 (“if history repeats itself, i am so getting a dinosaur.”) | fluff, drabble fic, xreader
⇢ dressing up as Friends with the karasuno first-years | hq!! costume requests, hc’s
⇢ dressing up as cryptids with sugawara and tsukishima | costume requests, hc’s
⇢ ‘scrawny’ by the wallows songfic | movie requests, fluff, drabble fic, xreader
⇢ asahi and tsukishima + s/o with narcolepsy | fluff, hc’s, xreader
⇢ tsukishima and kageyama + crushing on a classmate with a fierce personality | fluff, hc’s, xreader
⇢ tsukishima + helping his dyslexic s/o with studying | fluff, hc’s, xreader
⇢ akaashi and tsukishima + artistic s/o who doesn’t like studying | fluff, hc’s, xreader
⇢ tsukishima + s/o struggling with being on lockdown together | slight angst, fluff, drabble fic, xreader
⇢ haikyuu!! + dating the eldest sister of a poc family | fluff, hc’s, xreader
⇢ all aboard the mystery machine: a scooby doo au feat. y/n and the gym 3 squad | crack, hc’s
⇢ tsukishima + ice-skating with his s/o who get sick the next day | fluff, slight crack, drabble fic, xreader
⇢ (surprise!) birthday party (tsukishima x gn!reader) | fluff, drabble fic, xreader 
⇢ salty french fries (tsukishima x f!reader) | fluff, slight angst, fanfic, xreader
⇢ tsukishima as a dad | fluff, slight crack, hc’s, xreader
⇢ haikyuu!! zombie apocalypse AU | slight angst, hc’s
⇢ day 11 – delusions | angstcember fic, xreader
⇢ to dedicate a song (tsukishima x gn!reader) | fluff, slight angst, fanfic, xreader
⇢ sendai frogs being besties | fluff, slight crack, hc’s 
⇢ tsukishima + s/o with travel anxiety | fluff, hc’s, xreader
⇢ tsukishima + lifting someone up out of excitement | fluff, drabble, xreader, flowershop event
⇢ match-up + how he would ask you out | fluff, match-up, xreader, flowershop fluff event
⇢ match-up + how he would ask you out (ver. 2) | fluff, match-up, xreader, flowershop fluff event
⇢ tsukishima kei + domestic headcanons | fluff, hc’s, xreader, flowershop fluff event
⇢ tsukishima kei + play-wrestling | fluff, drabble, xreader, flowershop fluff event
⇢ too scared to say (tsukishima x f!reader) | slight angst, slight fluff, drabble fic, xreader
⇢ texts with tsukishima kei as your boyfriend | fluff, smau, xreader
⇢ tsukishima kei as a university professor | fluff, hc’s
⇢  professor!tsukishima kei falling for a fellow professor | fluff, hc’s, xreader
⇢ lying next to you (tsukishima x gn!reader) | fluff, drabble, xreader
⇢ hq gamer!bf headcanons (feat. tsukishima, suna, kenma & tendou) | fluff, hc’s, xreader
‘the same eyes as you’ series:
⇢ pt. 1: the same eyes as you (tsukishima x f!reader) | slight angst, drabble fic, xreader ⇢ pt. 2: it’s good to be home’(tsukishima x f!reader) | fluff, drabble fic, xreader
⇢ pt. 3: by your side forever (tsukishima kei x f!reader) | fluff, drabble, xreader
⇢ haikyuu!! malewife headcanons (ft. tsukishima, suna, sakusa, and iwaizumi) | fluff, hc’s, xreader
⇢ hair clip (tsukishima x gn!reader) | fluff, drabble, xreader
❀✿** yamaguchi tadashi
⇢ haikyuu!! buzzfeed unsolved au | crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! as buzzfeed unsolved screencaps | crack, screencaps
⇢ haikyuu!! pairings as buzzfeed unsolved screencaps | crack, screencaps
⇢ haikyuu!! as their zodiac signs | slight crack, screencaps
⇢ dressing up as Friends with the karasuno first-years | hq!! costume requests, hc’s
⇢   ‘through and through’ by khai dreams songfic | movie requests, fluff, drabble fic, xreader
⇢ haikyuu!! zombie apocalypse AU | slight angst, hc’s
⇢ day 14 – last | angstcember fic, xreader
⇢  match-up + how he would ask you out + domestic headcanons | fluff, match-up, hc’s, xreader, flowershop fluff event
❀✿** kiyoko shimizu
⇢ haikyuu!! characters as their zodiac signs | slight crack, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! characters as buzzfeed unsolved screencaps | crack, screencaps
⇢ prompt 70 (“i’m not a damsel in distress. i’m a damsel doing damage.”) | fluff, drabble fic, xreader
⇢ dressing up as The Plastics with kiyoko and yachi | hq!! costume requests, hc’s
⇢ hungry (vampire!kiyoko x fem!reader) | slight nsfw, cw: gore, fanfic, xreader
⇢ match-up + how she would ask you out | fluff, match-up, xreader, flowershop fluff event
  ❀✿** yachi hitoka
⇢ yachi + carnival/fair date | fluff, hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! characters as their zodiac signs | hc’s
⇢ haikyuu!! characters as buzzfeed unsolved screencaps | crack, screencaps 
⇢ dressing up as The Plastics with kiyoko and yachi | hq!! costume requests, hc’s
⇢ dressing up as Minun and Plusle with yachi | hq!! costume requests, hc’s
⇢ dressing up as Friends with the karasuno first-years | hq!! costume requests, hc’s
⇢ ‘sofia’ by clairo songfic | movie requests, fluff, songfic, xreader
❀✿** coach ukai
⇢ haikyuu!! characters as their zodiac signs | slight crack, hc’s
❀✿** takeda-sensei
⇢ haikyuu!! characters as their zodiac signs | slight crack, hc’s
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starrysamu · 4 years
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allowances.
daishou x f!reader ⚘ fluff, angst ⚘ wc: 6.7k ⚘ warnings: language, mentions of divorce
→ you: a student who’s struggling financially. daishou: an acquaintance who finds out some lucrative information that you (and him) could greatly benefit from. when daishou approaches you with a proposition, you find yourself in a situation you’d never even imagined of. at the end of the day, it’s all about the money anyways.
a/n: the biggest happy birthday to my damp frog, @writeiolite​. i know i’m basically the last to post this but i will also tell u that none of this makes sense. anyways, i sort of got this idea after we talked about money for like two seconds that one day. it has been an absolute joy meeting u and becoming frog x rat. i love you oh so very much, even though all you do is bully me. i hope you had the best day ever - you deserve nothing less!  
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“daishou. get. up.” 
you couldn’t remember what got you in this situation. your eyes narrowed uncertainly as you looked down, reaching into the depths of your mind, trying desperately to jog your memory for even an inkling of an idea as to why daishou was doing this to you. 
all you could trace it back to was showing up late to your meetings because of work. your complaints, whines, and gripes, all spilled in the first twenty minutes of each meeting. you were exhausted. 
daishou … had a solution. a scam, some would say. 
the words ‘tax break’ and ‘joint filing’ and ‘grant eligibility’ swirled in your mind like a tornado as you continued to search through the directory in your brain. 
“daishou,” you hissed. “what are you doing?” 
suguru daishou - first law school friend, loyal classmate, and project partner - down on one knee in front of you. his lips curled into a knowing smirk. 
“whatdya say?” 
a ring pop glinted in the sunlight. to the normal passerby, it would look like the real thing, just some amethyst heirloom that his grandmother most likely passed down to him. a pretty big heirloom, but nonetheless - the real deal. 
you glared at him, silently begging him to stand the hell up before you lost your
mind. you were numbly aware of all the people passing by, all the eyes, just staring at the two of you in bated breath, waiting for your response. you were vaguely aware of how the clock was ticking, how you needed to make your shift on time otherwise you’d take yet another pay cut. 
before you knew it, the words were spilling out. “fine,” you barely mumbled, your eyes darting away from him. “please, just get up now.” 
daishou smiled widely, throwing his hands out wide and around you as he stood up. strangers began to clap for you, giggles and congratulations drifting past your ears. you wriggled out of his grasp, pushing him away. 
“get off me, i’m late,” you grunted, clicking your tongue at him as you slung your backpack over your shoulder. 
a tiny smirk played on his lips. “don’t be like that right after you accepted my proposal, babe.” 
you glared at him, still wondering what the hell he was thinking. glancing down at your phone, you checked the time - if you dilly-dallied around any longer, you’d be late. you rolled your eyes at him once again, and without a goodbye, you stalked off in the opposite direction. 
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you sighed heavily, flopping back on your couch. 
“daishou, what the hell?”
there was some scuffling in the kitchen. he set the glass against the fridge, water slowly rising. you could hear him take a long sip from behind you and you just knew he was dragging this out for longer than necessary. 
“daishou,” you snapped, twisting around to get a look at him. 
he set the glass down on the counter, licking his lips and exhaling contentedly. “think about it,” he finally said. “you’re struggling, i’m struggling. i’ve found a loophole for us.” 
“what loophole?” you said, getting angrier as the seconds passed by. if he didn’t give you a better explanation - 
“you and i don’t make any money. like literally, we make so very little, but if we get married, we have to file our own taxes and our parents’ income doesn’t get reflected. our tax bracket will be so low that we can catch a tax break,” he reasoned. “but get this - there are so many scholarships for married couples. even better, since we’ll file jointly, we’ll qualify for more financial aid from fafsa too.” 
you blinked a few times. your mind desperately tried to wrap around the words he was saying to you but it just could not. “daishou,” you said slowly, turning your neck away from him, your eyes wide as you continued to think. “what?” 
he took another long sip of water from his glass before walking your way. “just think about it,” he said, as if it was supposed to make complete sense to you. 
unfortunately for you, you were still struggling to keep up. 
“i am thinking about it,” you gritted out, your eyes narrowing. his lackadaisical attitude wasn’t helping his case one bit. 
daishou drew in a breath, dipping into the empty spot next to you on the couch. you watched him intently, irritation boiling inside of you by the second. if he took any longer to explain this in further detail you were about to take back the ‘yes’ you’d barely managed to utter a mere few hours ago. 
he finally opened his mouth. he finally, somehow, made it make sense to you. so there you sat, listening to him with your mouth wide open in pure shock, getting more and more convinced as the seconds passed by. 
your mind was running a million miles per minute, trying desperately to keep up - and somehow, it was. it was all making sense to you - and he knew that. he watched with smug satisfaction as the gears in your mind began to shift slightly. 
“make sense?” he finally said, crossing his arms over his chest. 
you blinked at him. “you might be onto something,” you murmured, before cocking your head to the side. “daishou, are we compatible enough to do this?” you finally said. 
sure, this was a marriage of complete convenience. you were still getting married though - you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have your concerns. and somewhere, tucked away deep in your heart, you still romanticized marriage. 
“we can divorce in two years, when we’re out of here and have to stop filing taxes and fafsa and paperwork and stuff,” he said nonchalantly, waving his hand around. 
you inhaled sharply. “i need some time to think, daishou,” you murmured, looking away from him. 
he reached to grab his things, grunting as he stood up. “take all the time you need, babe, but fafsa’s right around the corner.” 
you groaned internally, hanging your head back. this man really would not leave your apartment without giving you a stroke, huh? you glared at him, before pointing to the door. you’d had enough for the day. 
but as you slept on it, you figured it wouldn’t be a bad idea. it would be like a shotgun wedding - without the baby, the wedding, and purely for money. 
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“paperwork,” daishou said, slamming a file down on the table in front of you. 
your lower lip jutted out into a pout. “you’re telling me i gotta fill all this out?” 
“we gotta fill this all out,” he muttered, taking a seat at the table next to you. 
you looked around suspiciously, making sure that nobody was listening in. he’d really picked the library out of all places to place this in front of you, and not only that, in front of a million law school students. 
your teeth tugged at your lower lip as you tentatively opened the manila folder, pulling out the stack of papers. 
“this is worse than homework,” you muttered. “i don’t know anything about you.” 
daishou clicked his tongue. “that’s not true,” he said quickly, peering at you as you flipped through the sheets. “you know things about me.” 
“your terrible work ethic and affinity for cinnamon rolls for breakfast will not help me fill this out whatsoever,” you snapped, your eyes scanning over the words ‘marriage license.’ you wanted to vomit. 
he rolled his eyes at you, before taking the papers from your hands. “let’s see,” he murmured softly. he looked to you, newfound determination in his eyes. “alright, let’s just get this over with.” 
you watched him read through the application, his pen sliding over the top half of the page with ease. peering at it quietly, you said, “i didn’t know you had a middle name.” 
his eyes stayed on the paper as he murmured, “it’s not something i willingly tell people.” 
“you’re right,” you said bluntly, fighting back a smirk, “it’s an ugly middle name.” 
he finally looked up at you, rolling his eyes as he slid the paper to you. “ten bucks i’m about to find out something ugly about you too.” 
“there’s nothing ugly about me,” you said childishly, taking the pen from his hands. 
you made quick work of filling out the blanks with your basic information - first name, middle name, last name, place of birth, etc. - before reviewing all of the information over again.
blinking a few times, you cocked your head to the side. “you know the divorce paperwork is going to be a complete bitch, right?” 
he shrugged nonchalantly. “we can worry about that in two years.” 
your teeth gnawed on the inside of your cheek, disbelief clouding your judgement. this was not how you’d wanted to get married for the first time. 
shoving your thoughts aside, you handed the application back to him. “i don’t have class on thursday if you’re free.”
“we have the same schedule, headass.” 
you fought the urge to sock him in the gut, standing up abruptly. “as soon as i become your wife, i’m gonna make your life a living hell because of this.” 
“i’d like to see you try,” daishou responded teasingly. you made your way to leave the table, not bothering to wait for him. from behind, you heard him call out, “wait up, wifey! we have class together, don’t leave me behind.” 
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you bent down, the tip of your pen set against the papers. you drew in a shaky breath - were you sure you wanted this? - before you looked up at daishou uneasily. 
he nodded encouragingly, his eyes softening at your nervousness. 
“it’s okay,” he said softly, “whatever you want to do is fine by me.” 
you gritted your teeth, before glancing down at the papers again, the giant “x” blaring at you like the brightest stop sign. 
there was a tap on your shoulder, and you looked to your other side tentatively. 
“are you sure about this?” 
you blinked a few times to your witness, before swallowing thickly. “kuroo, i - ”
“i do have another appointment coming up soon,” the officiant said monotonously, and you glared at her, before whipping back to your left.  
“whatever he’s said, it makes sense so far,” you mused, your words coming out frantically as you continued to speak to kuroo. “kuroo, what do you think?” 
kuroo drew in a deep breath, crossing his arms over his chest. he took a good glance at daishou, his eyebrows rising skeptically. “i think you’re completely insane, but if this is what you need to do to succeed, i’m not going to stop you.” 
that was all the approval you needed - because if you chickened out now, you just knew you were going to spend so much time regretting it. sure, you were going to regret the paperwork that came later, but that was exactly it - a problem for later. 
the pen slid against the paper with ease and you let out the breath you were holding, before handing the pen to daishou. 
“i can’t believe kuroo is our witness,” daishou grumbled, bending down to sign the paper for himself. 
you were more shocked that daishou signed the papers with absolutely no hesitations and that he was more irritated with kuroo’s presence. your hands began to shake as the officiant collected them, congratulated you, and then shooed you out of the office. 
kuroo placed his hands on your shaking shoulders. “you’re a married woman now, huh?” 
“hands off my wife,” daishou muttered, glancing between the two of you. 
you breathed out a nervous laugh, your mind reeling from what had just happened. you kept walking until you were at the front of the courthouse, where kuroo asked, “are you going to be alright?” 
“yea,” you said quickly, shaking your head slightly, “i just need a moment - ”
“no moments, come on, we’re going home.” 
your head snapped to daishou. “daishou, cut it out. i need a little time to process this.” 
daishou tilted his head to the side, clearly debating whether or not he should say the next thing that came to mind. he settled with his better judgement, before nodding slowly. “let me know when i can come over, so we can fill out the fafsa.” 
you sighed, before nodding tiredly. you glanced to kuroo, motioning for him to come with you back to your place. if you were about to spend your married life with daishou, you needed a bit of a break first. 
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“can you stop inviting yourself over like this?” you huffed, quickly stashing away the mess you’d made barely an hour prior. 
“if not i, then who else?” daishou said dramatically. “did you already eat?” 
you hummed lightly to tell him you hadn’t, sighing heavily as you tossed whatever you’d left on the counter back into the pantry. you watched as daishou made himself comfortable on your couch. 
your eyes narrowed when he turned to look back at you, holding up his phone. “the normal tonight? let’s call for delivery.” 
“you act like our combined income can afford whatever we want,” you muttered sarcastically, joining him in the living room. you fell back into the empty spot next to him, tuning his voice out as he placed the order at your usual pizza place. 
you shifted slightly, sinking deep into the couch as you took a long look at the man next to you. instinctively, your eyes drifted to your hand as you inspected it carefully. it’d easily been over a month already, and you could barely even call this a marriage. 
biting back a sigh, your lashes fluttered back up to daishou, who’d just hung up. he reached for the tv remote, lazily flipping through the channels. 
“are you not here so we can finish scholarship forms?” you tutted, pointing to his bag. 
he rolled his eyes, before sinking back into the couch, his shoulders landing a mere few inches from your forehead. he glanced down at you, his eyes resting on yours for a few moments longer than you’d have liked. 
you looked away from him, watching the tv come to life. you felt him do the same, the cushions rustling against you with his abrupt movements. 
“yea, let’s just eat first,” he mumbled, flipping through your netflix account aimlessly. a pause, and then a huff. “have you been rewatching avatar without me?” 
you rolled your eyes, glancing at the clock on your phone. “you never told me you were interested.” your stomach growled accordingly to the time and you silently cursed yourself as daishou shot you a smirk. 
“okay, well i’m gonna restart it, and we’re gonna binge it whether you like it or not,” daishou muttered, setting the remote to his side and leaning back once again. 
you sighed, hearing the familiar theme song play in the background. you normally mouthed the words to it, but this time, you settled with sneaking glances at daishou - partly in confusion and partly in … something else?
you inhaled sharply, an uneasy feeling pooling in the pits of your stomach. your mind wandered as aang attempted to master waterbending, and you brushed off the uneasiness as hunger. as soon as that pizza arrived, you’d be in top shape once again … right? 
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you slid comfortably into the seat next to daishou, setting your file down as you caught your breath. 
“and why were you almost late today?” daishou asked smugly, twisting open the cap of your water bottle and holding it out for you. 
you thankfully took it from him, controlling your breaths with long sips of water. as soon as you’d downed at least half the bottle, you swallowed to say, “i just woke up late.” 
daishou leaned in close. “really taking advantage of those marriage benefits, hm?” 
he was partially right; you’d felt confident enough to quit one of the jobs you’d been working before you’d gotten your marriage license, leaving you with only two part time jobs. your desperate attempts to keep yourself on schedule were failing miserably, however, as you continued to sleep late and struggled to wake early to make it to class on time. 
you inhaled deeply, your eyes trailing after kuroo, who took the seat to your left. you offered a half smile as you watched kuroo glare at daishou, before he clicked his tongue and grabbed his things for the day. 
“how’s the honeymoon phase?” kuroo mumbled under his breath. 
you’d been careful not to tell anybody in your class about your … arrangement. your class was small, roughly only 50 people, and word travelled quickly - if anybody had found out about your situation with daishou, they’d know it’s a scam immediately. 
you were surrounded by law students after all. 
daishou swung an arm around your shoulders, sending a jolt up your spine. sure, you’d gotten significantly more comfortable with one another over the past few months - 
“we’re doing absolutely fantastic, kuroo,” daishou said smugly, daring him to keep asking questions. 
“keep answering for her and things won’t be as a sweet, suguru,” kuroo muttered, cocking his head to the side. 
daishou leaned in close, his arm still around you. “sounds to me like someone’s a little jeal - ”
“sounds to me,” kuroo said abruptly, turning back to his laptop, “that someone doesn’t know anything about his wife.” 
daishou clamped his mouth shut, glancing at you. your eyes widened - this was awfully uncharacteristic of him. by now, kuroo would’ve gotten an earful - 
“class is about to start,” you whispered, feeling slightly startled by the change in mood. 
daishou looked at you for another moment, before inhaling sharply and removing himself from you. he cleared his throat, pulling out his books and his laptop. 
what was that all about? 
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‘u up?’
you bit back an urge to laugh out loud. 
‘it’s 9 pm, daishou. why wouldn’t i be?’ 
two weeks into winter break and daishou had not stopped messaging you since you parted. it was comforting, like he was always with you while you were with your family. 
you’d considered briefly asking him if he wanted to come visit one of these days, but you wouldn’t even know how to introduce him. your husband? absolutely not - this was a fat secret from your family, and you intended to keep it that way. 
your boyfriend? 
butterflies flurried from the pits of your stomach at the thought and you sighed, leaning back into the couch as your family continued to fight for the tv. 
your phone buzzed on your lap and you jumped slightly, your heart lurching as you reached for it quickly. 
‘you act like an old woman sometimes, that’s why.’
you breathed out a laugh, fingers rapidly hitting your screen as you typed out a response. 
‘as if u don’t act like an old man urself.’ 
the response came almost immediately, much to your [pleasure]. 
‘guess i’m your old man for a reason then.’ 
your eyes crinkled softly, another laugh tempting to escape your lips. you almost wanted to vomit - that’s how domestic the two of you acted. 
you shot him a text back, before glancing up at your family, who’d finally decided on a movie. you set your phone aside for the night, curled up against your parents, and focused on the movie instead - and despite it being a thriller, the smile had never left your face all night long. 
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“did you guys start dating over break?” 
you choked on the water you’d been sipping on. 
daishou turned, eyes narrowing at his classmate. “if we did, what’s it to you?” 
you swatted at his arm, silently begging for him to just shut the hell up. much to your luck, the professor started class early, claiming that there was just ‘too much to cover that day.’ 
you kept an eye on the clock, before packing your things up early to make it to work. 
“wait, i’ll come with you,” daishou muttered, stuffing his things in his own bag quickly. “i have to head that way.” 
you hummed, before placing your hands on him and pushing him out of the seat. “hurry up, otherwise i’m gonna be late.” 
he clicked his tongue at you, slinging his bag on his shoulder. he reached for your hand as the two of you traversed through the crowds of undergraduates. you cursed yourself for not having classes much further away from them, but there was nothing you could do about it. 
out of habit, you laced your fingers with his, trying to keep up with his long stride. it wasn’t long before you tugged slightly, a little out of breath at both his fast pace and his large steps. 
he let go of your hand for a moment, reaching for the water bottle sitting in the side of your backpack. he twisted it open and handed it to you, and you grasped it gratefully, water dribbling down the sides of your mouth as you sipped. 
man, it was hot outside. 
you handed it back to daishou, who slipped it in the pocket of your bag as you wiped at your mouth. 
“thanks,” you muttered, reaching for his hand again. 
he checked his watch. “you’re about to be late, hurry up.” 
you felt yourself getting tugged, and suddenly you were out of breath all over again. you silently cursed your fate, before sighing in relief when the building was finally in sight. 
he stopped abruptly, before almost pushing you into the building. “have a good day at work, i’ll see you at home!” 
your heart lurched at the word ‘home’ as you bid him good luck, rushing into work with a small smile on your face. 
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“daishou can you help me out for a second?” you grunted, reached your arm up to the second shelf of the cabinet. 
there was a sigh and you clicked your tongue. “you’re practically living here without paying rent, might i remind you,” you added distastefully, standing on one foot as you tried to grab the bowl. 
your body was pressed forward, daishou’s warmth encasing you from behind. you let out a yelp, almost falling - if you hadn’t been trapped against daishou and the counter in front of you, you would've fallen face flat. 
the heat prickled up your neck, sending shivers down your spine at the same time. you barely had a moment to turn around and look at him as he set the bowl down on the counter next to your hand. 
he pulled away slightly as you wriggled to face him. 
“thanks,” you huffed, fighting a roll in your eyes. your eyes trailed up to his, which were peering down at you. 
he leaned forward, placing his hands on the edge of the counter on either side of you, trapping you in between his arms. 
your breath hitched slightly - if you’d leaned any more forward, your noses would brush against each other. so instead you opted to lean back, your head almost hitting the wood behind you. 
“careful,” daishou said lowly - tentatively - as his eyes flickered to your lips. “don’t hit your head.” 
you swallowed, blinking a few times as you struggled to find the right words. “back up,” you whispered. “i have things to do.” 
he cocked his head to the side as you waited in bated breath for words to spill from his lips. 
“daishou,” you licked your lips, “what’re you doing? can you … move?” 
“do you really want me to?” daishou said, his lips offering a daring half-smile. 
your internal response was almost visceral: no. so you did the next thing that came to mind -  you leaned forward, your eyelashes fluttering close, as you pressed your lips flush against his. 
you ignored the wild beating of your heart against your ribcage, the train of thought travelling at a million miles per minute in your mind, the unsettling feeling in your stomach. you ignored it all as daishou rested his hand against your cheek, running a thumb against your cheekbone as he tilted his chin. 
your arms tangled around his neck, fingers splaying in his hair as you pulled him closer to you, desperate for more. he moved his hand to wrap around your waist as you continued to lean back, but hitting your head against the cabinet was quite possibly the last thing on your mind at that moment. 
you jolted away from him for a desperate breath of air, your eyes wide as you looked to him. his eyes searched yours for a moment, before he tilted his chin. 
more? 
you swallowed, nodding slowly. your eyes shut as you pulled him against you once again, smiling against his lips as they crashed into yours. 
more. 
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“our taxes came back today, i’ll send you half of it in a bit.” 
you hummed as you stood over the stove, flipping the vegetables with your spatula. 
daishou snuck up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. he rested his chin at the crook of your neck. 
“can you pay attention to me for once?” 
your jaw dropped as you gasped. “can you make dinner then?” 
he shook his head against you and you laughed. “i’ll leave it to you,” he muttered, tightening his hold around your waist. he placed a soft kiss on your cheek before you turned your head, puckering out your lips. 
“maybe you paid more attention to me - ”
“shut up,” you griped, dropping the spatula to grip his shirt. “can you stop being annoying for once?” 
“but you’re the one who wants to kiss this annoying ass, am i wrong?” 
you opened your eyes, narrowing them as you huffed, “not anymore.” 
he laughed, before pressing his lips to yours with a soft hum. you giggled against him, before swatting him away. 
“can you at least go pick a good movie? do something useful for once.”
he pointed a finger at you. “hey,” he muttered, “don’t you think setting up this arrangement was pretty useful of me?” 
you felt your heart still at his words. arrangement? your brows furrowed, your heart sinking slightly as you struggled to find the right words. 
“just go find a movie,” you insisted, turning back around to the stove. 
arrangement? 
was that how he felt about this? 
you sighed slightly, keenly aware of daishou’s shuffling in the kitchen once again. you tossed the vegetables with your spatula, before arms wrapped around your waist again. 
“what’s wrong?” 
you tilted your chin to the side, before shaking your head. you didn’t dare meet his eyes, because if you did - 
“nothing,” you hummed slightly, reaching to turn off the stove. 
daishou hummed behind you, before pressing his lips against your temple. he let go of your waist, deciding it may have been better to drop it for now. you shivered at the lack of heat around you, despite standing over the warm stove. 
- you might’ve asked for more. 
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“it’s already been almost two years, huh?” 
you looked to kuroo, blinking a bit before nodding. “i think our two year anniversary is in a few months, actually.” may, june, july, august, september - 
“isn’t that crazy?” kuroo murmured, leaning in close to you. “and to think, this started off - ”
“from pure love,” daishou interrupted. “it started off from pure love and pure love only.” 
kuroo’s eyebrows shot up, an amused smile playing on his lips. “i wouldn’t test me if i were you, suguru. i know a lot more than you think i do,” he said ominously. 
daishou looked to you and you rolled your eyes. 
“he’s kidding,” you muttered, your heart lurching slightly. 
a lie. kuroo knew almost everything you were thinking about - including the conversation you’d had with daishou back at your place not too long ago. it weighed heavy on your mind as you kept up this charade, as daishou came to your apartment every evening, as the two of you spent almost every breathing moment together. 
you shot him a look, shaking your head slightly - a silent plea for him to back down. 
kuroo sighed, and daishou glanced at the two of you back and forth. 
“is there something i’m missing here?” daishou asked. 
you reached for your starbucks cup, sucking on the straw as you shook your head silently. kuroo shrugged - he wouldn’t have given daishou an answer regardless. 
daishou hummed, his eyebrows raising slightly as he looked at his laptop. he typed out a quick message to you - ‘you know you can talk to me, right?’ 
you checked your phone, before nodding slightly, hoping daishou would just see you instead of waiting for a response. only god knows how drained you felt at that moment, just thinking about how in five months it would already be a two year arrangement, about how not even two months into your relationship, you were already feeling doubts. 
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“there’s a scholarship application open for married couples,” daishou mumbled, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you in. 
you hummed, resting your head at the crook of his neck. “let’s talk about it later.” you were met with silence in return, so you snaked your own arm around his waist, pulling yourself just a little closer to him. 
he shifted, looking down at you for a moment. he moved his hand to splay on your head, fingers tangling in your strands as you sighed against him. 
you’d never gotten the chance to speak to him - would now be a good time? 
you decided against it, despite the fact that your mind was wandering to the word ‘arrangement’ every time you thought about being with him. 
sighing heavily, you tugged on the blanket in front of you, pulling it over the two of you as you shivered. daishou’s hands drifted to your back, drawing tiny circles mindlessly as his eyes stayed on the tv screen. 
“is something bothering you?” daishou finally murmured, sneaking a glance at you.
you wondered if you should fake sleep at that moment, but it was too late for you to make that call. you glanced up at him through your eyelashes, before shaking your head. “no, why?” 
“i know you better than you think i do,” he mused, shifting his eyes back to the screen. “if something’s on your mind, just say it.” 
i don’t want it to ruin what we have. 
you shook your head again as you looked away, and daishou pulled you on top of him. you yelped as he adjusted you to straddle him, your eyes meeting his. 
“now you’re finally looking at me,” he murmured, his hands fluttering around your face, tucking your hair behind your ears, thumbs running along your cheekbones. “it’s been a while since you’ve looked at me.” 
the response came quick, spilling from your lips with no hesitation. “i’m always looking at you,” you breathed out, your lower lip jutting out slightly. you brought your arms to his shoulders, your thumbs resting behind his ears as your hands dug underneath his hair. 
“not these past few weeks you haven’t,” he said daringly, his eyes meeting yours. your heart lurched, your stomach twisting slightly as you shifted. his hands went to your waist, loosely holding you in place. 
“how can i prove it to you?” you purred, leaning in forward. 
he tilted his chin up, his lips ghosting over yours as he whispered, “show me.” 
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the fafsa application opened up once again - you’d finally hit the two year mark in your marriage with daishou. and this time, it wasn’t ‘arrangement’ that was on your mind - it was ‘divorce.’ 
your fingers drummed against the dinner table as you pursed your lips, waiting for daishou to bring the food over. 
“suguru,” you said slowly, watching him set your bowl in front of you, “we don’t have to fill out the fafsa this time.” 
he nodded quickly. “unless you’re planning on staying here for another year.” 
you choked. “i wouldn’t dream of it.” 
he shrugged, a teasing smile tugging on his lips as he poked his chopsticks into the bowls in front of you. “i wouldn’t be surprised if you were forced to stay here against your will.” 
“okay but listen,” you said hastily, your mind far away from where his taunts were at, “what do you want to do … about this?” 
he looked up at you, resting his chopsticks on his lips. he gently set them down, brows furrowing slightly. “about dinner?” 
“no,” you pressed, wanting to talk about this and get it over with. if not now, then when? you no longer had any reason to keep this charade going - you’d already made it this far and there wasn’t a reason for you to stay together after you’d already gotten all your scholarships and tax breaks. “about us. remember? we were going to … ”
the words latched to your windpipe, a lump forming at the back of your throat as you struggled to say the word ‘divorce.’ instead, you left it up to him to figure it out - and if he didn’t, then you were just about ready to kick him out because you needed answers now. 
“i haven’t thought about it yet,” he said frankly. 
you clenched your fist around your chopsticks. hadn’t thought about it? it was all you’d thought about for months - even before you started dating. 
“can you do some thinking about it?” you ground out, eyes shifting to glare at the curry in front of you. 
he picked at his rice. “i mean, i thought we agreed on divorce at the end of this, right?” he said nonchalantly, and you felt like he’d just ripped your heart out of your chest. 
how could he say it so casually? 
“how could you say it so casually?” you blurted, mirroring your own thoughts. you inhaled deeply, trying not to get clouded by your own emotions. “daishou, do you still want to divorce?” 
daishou scoffed lightly and all inhibitions seemed to be gone between the two of you. “babe, we’re not even 24 yet. you wanna stay married?” 
“no,” you insisted, letting your shock override you. “i didn’t say that. i just wanna know what you want.” do you want to stay together after we divorce? 
“divorce,” he said quickly, his eyes narrowing as he looked down to his food. he clicked his tongue, irritation passing his features. “let’s get a divorce.” 
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“hey kuroo, you wanna help with this divorce?” you muttered at lunch, picking at your food. 
kuroo choked on his lunch. “excuse me, what?” 
you hummed lightly, putting your fork up to your lips. “daishou and i are getting a divorce. you’re planning on becoming a divorce attorney anyways, so just help your friend out.” 
“i mean of course i’ll help you out,” he said hesitantly, “but what next? are you still - ”
“i’m not sure,” you said quickly. “i don’t think so.” 
two years down the drain. 
you sighed heavily, your shoulders slumping forward. feelings aside, at least you saved a lot of money - you had no complaints on his brilliant idea on that end. 
“what’re you looking so upset for?” 
you looked up at the new voice, your face falling at the sight of daishou pulling out the chair. 
“don’t tell me you asked,” daishou glanced to kuroo, “him to help you with our case?” 
“how much did you hear?” you grumbled, closing your lunch bag. you were ready to flee at any moment if needed. “it’s not even a case yet.” 
“i’m not even an attorney yet,” kuroo gently reminded, following in suit by packing all his things away. “but you guys should figure this out before it becomes a case.” 
“it’s not a case,” daishou grumbled. you moved to stand up and daishou clasped your wrist quickly. his eyes shifted to kuroo, before he said quietly, “can we just talk for a minute?” 
it’d easily been over a week before either of you had seen each other, much less talked to each other. you hadn’t even sat by each other in class, braving the comments from your classmates. 
you looked to kuroo, before shooing him away and insisting that it was going to be okay. 
“what, suguru?” 
his hand was still latched to your wrist, holding you down as if you were ready to run at any moment. it wouldn’t be a lie to say that you weren’t ready to jet at any moment either, though. 
“hear me out,” he insisted softly. he opened his mouth, visibly struggling to find the right words to say after not having seen you for a while. he inhaled, and slowly came the words. “i miss you.” 
your heart lurched - would it be okay if you just left … now? you almost wanted to laugh at the thought as the adrenaline coursed through your veins. you reached into the crevices of your mind - you absolutely missed him too. to say you weren’t a little anxious, however, was a different story. 
was this just an arrangement that was convenient for him? 
“i miss you too,” you finally blurted, hanging your head. your heart was aching the past few days, and uttering the words relieved your pain. can we just figure this out?
“even if we get a divorce,” he muttered, the heat flaring in his cheeks, “i want us to make it work.” 
you almost wanted to laugh at how shy he was acting all of a sudden, his confident voice dwindling down to a mere mumble. you wriggled your wrist out of his grasp, before interlacing your fingers with his. 
“i suppose you’ve convinced me,” you teased. 
he poked your head with his other hand, before dragging you up. “come on, let’s just go home already. i’m thinking about moving in next semester.” 
you choked. “what now?” 
“i mean, we are married after all.” 
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you faced the stove again, sighing as you tossed the vegetables on the pan. another day another fight - another threat - 
“are you seriously threatening me with that again?” you yelled to him, not even minding where he went. 
“can i not? it still stands from a year ago,” daishou called back. 
“yeah, and a year ago we decided we’d just stay together because it was too much money and paperwork to file for it.” 
there was some shuffling behind you as you angrily chopped up your vegetables. the knife slammed against the cutting board and you sure hoped he was listening, because maybe, just maybe, he was going to sleep on the couch that night. 
“babe.” 
a soft call for you. 
tears streamed down your face as you began to chop the onions, not minding daishou’s presence. your eyes stung as you chopped and you chopped -
“babe.” 
upon his insistent tone, you finally turned around, your breath hitching in your throat as you looked down. 
“suguru. get. up.” you said quickly. you looked down to the man on one knee, this time in your shared kitchen.
“i didn't do it right the first time. why don’t we do it right this time?” 
you scoffed, swiping at your eyes. he thought now was the time for this? just hours prior, daishou was discussing divorce again as a joke.
“we’re already married, suguru.” 
“can you just say yes already? my knee hurts.” 
you glared at him. “yes. get up.” 
he smiled giddily, slipping the ring on your finger. it was heavy on your hand, but you still couldn’t help but admire it in the light, despite your temporary irritation towards him. 
“sorry it took me so long,” he mumbled, his hands on your cheeks as he pulled you in for a kiss. you hummed against him softly, taking a good look at the ring once again. 
you looked up at him, your anger melting away little by little. “do you want a ceremony this time?” 
he smiled, reaching for your hands and lacing his fingers with your own. 
“i think we have enough allowance, for once.” 
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thefangirlslair · 4 years
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Free At Last (A Sasusaku One-Shot Fanfiction) x Purple Love VI
Note: Okay, okay. I know it’s been a while. I’ve been busy not being completely mental because of some stuff, and then this corona virus comes up and just messes up with my head furthermore. Ugh! Well, I hope you’re all safe and doing well. And of course, enjoy Sakura Day! It is our queen’s birthday, and I know i’ll never forgive myself if i don’t participate on her special day. So i hope you appreciate this one because i took a break from angst and tried a light and fluffy one. I am sO NERVOUS OMG thanks so much to everyone who keeps on reading these fics i have. Thank u thank u!!!
PS. This is also up on my ffnet! Let me know your thoughts! Again, Happy Birthday Uchiha Sakura!!!!!!!!!! MY QUEEN I LOB U
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Excerpt:  This might be her second birthday since he knew her, first as her boyfriend, but he feels like he’s known her for a long time. He wants to be there on her birthday every year, forever, as long as she’ll have him.
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SasuSaku Pairing (2,578 words)
A Poor Attempt at Writing Fics
Sasusaku Edition XXV
Free At Last
Not even grainy resolutions of webcam cameras and shitty internet connections can ever hide her wide-blown grin. May it be over a monitor, your smartphone or in person, Haruno Sakura’s smile will always be as beautiful as its owner. And it’s even much brighter now that her team is singing her happy birthday through her computer screen.
Boisterous laughter followed after all the singing because was that Lee-san who croaked that last note?
“That was awful, Eyebrows!”, laughed Naruto, some dramatic tears leaking from the corners of his happy blue eyes and his tongue slipping the familiar nickname outside work. “Was that you or you have a pet frog?” The addressed man cannot be seen beyond his webcam because he was busy lying under his desk because Sakura-san! I have failed to sing the best happy birthday song! Shame on me!
Almost choking on her drink, Tenten interrupted, “Hey Naruto, we’re still technically at work even though we’re working from home. Stop with the nicknames until later!”
“C’mon, buns! It’s not as if Boss is here to murder us with his glare! And it’s just another 10 minutes before our shift ends; we need to celebrate Sakura-chan's birthday at least!”, the blond whined as an answer.
“Aww, thanks so much guys!”, Sakura smiled. “Naruto, stop teasing Lee-san. And listen to Tenten, we still need to be professional while we’re still at work. I wish we are together at the office though! I would’ve loved to celebrate with you all, too.”
Another blue-eyed, blonde person answered. “Ugh, tell me about it. I’d rather be at the office right now and listen to Naruto’s obnoxious voice than be with a lazy ass and be bored out of my mind like someone over here..” Ino’s annoyed face and an even more annoyed voice rang through their earphones and speakers, noting the emphasis on some words about her boyfriend who rolled his eyes. In the background, you can hear Tenten’s Language!
They can all see Shikamaru, the boyfriend, who simply smirked, looked sideways at his workmate/girlfriend and lazily drawled, “You love this lazy ass.”
Series of ‘OHHHHHH’ can be heard from Kiba, Tenten and Naruto while Lee choked some more and laid again under his desk. Sakura just laughed at her best friend’s face because Ino was trying so hard not to blush that she covered her almost-red face and slapped Shikamaru’s arm at reach. Sakura even heard the man chuckled under his breath.
“Shika, you smooth fucker,” Kiba teased. “Teach us your ways!”
Tenten growled, “Inuzuka, if you don’t shut the fuck u-”
“Weren’t you the one who said to remain professional and mind our language while at work, Tenten-san?”, Lee’s head came up to peek onto the camera and asked his innocent question. He ducked again when the brunette’s eyes flashed for a second and escaped before she unleashes her rage on him.
Sakura’s laughter was light and happy, her green eyes sparkling with mirth. These people’s faces on her screen belong to not just her team at work but her friends. Her second family. Or maybe third? she thought.
They spend more than 40 hours a week together whether it be stressing over clients at work, drinking coffee at the pantry, pizza parlor visits after shift, and ice creams every payday. And now that she realized that it has been two long months since they worked from home, now at their last day of quarantine, let alone on her birthday, she misses them. Terribly so.
“I miss you guys. Really,” she said, her voice a bit lower than usual, which means she’s serious. Her friends saw it and immediately stopped their bickering. “I didn't have anyone before until Naruto and Ino came along. Then came Tenten, then Shikamaru... until Kiba and then lastly, Lee-san. It’s been 10 years since my first celebration with the blonds, but I feel like I’ve been celebrating it with all 7 of you ever since.” She smiled again, “Thank you for always being with me on my day.”
A few moments passed and finally, a chorus of incomprehensible words were heard through Sakura’s speakers because they all reacted at the same time:
“Sakura-chaaan! Don’t be sad! I’ll be sad too!”
“Cut... hik... cut the drama f-forehead! I d-.. I don’t want it!... hik...”
“Ah... now you want me to fall for you now, huh? Stop, damn it Sakura..”
“Girl, don’t touch my fucking heart like that. You already know we got you always.”
“SAKURA-SAAAAAAAAAN!!!”
Sakura watched it all with glowing eyes and a full heart. She looked one by one on their blurry little faces and she felt love just seep through her pores. She’s finally seeing them next week since the quarantine is finally over and there will be no need to hide from the pandemic that affected the rest of the world.
They’re still busy reeling over Sakura’s mini birthday speech and the rosette is overwhelmed with emotions when they heard Shikamaru asked, “Seven?”
“Huh?”, Sakura confusedly asked back.
“We’re only six here, excluding you, but you said ‘all 7 of you’ earlier.”
All eyes turned to her and she felt nervous. Crap, I slipped!
“Oh,” she started, nervously added an awkward laugh. “I meant six! I might be more tired than usual then. We had to talk to a lot of clients today anyway, right?”
She knew she didn’t convince Shikamaru and the rest of her friends, so she thanked all the deities she knew when her phone rang and Kakashi’s name flashed on her screen. She took it as an opportunity to escape more questions from them and so she said, “I gotta take this call, it’s my old high school teacher.”
She muted their audio of their conference call and opened the window of her emails instead to hide her screen and chat box. Sakura went to the balcony to answer the call.
Little did she know that she forgot to turn off her camera.
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“Did you notice she was acting weird?”
“She absolutely did, right? She looked nervous earlier. Do you know something about this, Naruto?”
“No! She tells us everything but for the past few months, she’s been a little secretive, I think. It also doesn’t help that we’ve been in quarantine for 2 months! Is she still my best friend, Ino-chan?”
“First of all, I am her best friend and not you. And second, I agree. Ugh, this Forehead is making my head hurt!”
“Don’t judge Sakura-san! She’s a good friend! If she wants to tell us something, she will!”
“I don’t care about her secret or whatever, all I want to know where her house is because look at her room. So fucking huge!”
“That’s not her house, Kiba. Forehead said she’s staying at her mom’s friend because she’s alone at her apartment.”
“Yeah, Sakura-chan's room is much brighter and full of flowers! The room they gave her now is so boring, look! It’s either black or gray!”
“I wouldn’t mind. The size of that room is almost as big as my entire apartment. That bed looks something I want to break with Neji.”
“Tenten-san!! Control yourself!!!”
“Y’all are so noisy even in chat.”
“Shut up, ponytail!”
A movement from Sakura’s camera caught everyone’s attention. Her computer is located at the corner of the room so they could see a part of the queen size bed and has a direct view of the bedroom door. The knob turned and someone entered the room.
“WHO’S THAT?!!!”
“SOMEONE ENTERED SAKURA-SAN'S ROOM!!”
“Is that her mom’s friend?”
“Stop panicking idiots!”
“THEY BETTER LEAVE SAKURA-CHAN ALONE!!!”
“Wait...”
“Is that....?”
“OHMYFGOFDD”
“IS THAT BOSS TEME???!”
“Holy shit..”
“Damn he’s so fucking hot in sweatpants...”
“Why is he there??????”
“UCHIHA-SAN IS IN SAKURA-SAN'S ROOM!!!!!”
“I see... this could be why Sakura said 7.”
“NOOOO! THIS CAN’T BE! SAKURA-CHAN WON’T DATE THAT ASSHOLE! SHE CAN’T!!”
Stood inside the room is no other than their young CEO, Uchiha Sasuke, dressed in casual gray sweatpants and thin white t-shirt. If not because of his wild black hair and intimidating aura, they wouldn’t even know it’s him. They have always seen him in crisp suits and perfect posture, maybe once in a bomber jacket and ripped jeans, but this is the first time they’ve seen him in comfortable clothes with his usual stiff shoulders a bit relaxed and his hands casually tucked in his pockets.
Another movement from the other corner of the room, and Sakura came into view. They didn’t know she was only wearing a big shirt that barely covered her thighs, and the chat room exploded again.
“Sakura’s so hot, damn..”
“HOY DOG-BREATH, LOOK AWAY!!! STOP HOUNDING SAKURA-CHAN!!”
“YAAAS GET THAT ASS GIRL!!”
“I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS! FOREHEAD IS BANGING OUR BOSS! THAT’S SO HOT”
They watched in awe when the two met in the middle of the room and Sakura tiptoed and wrapped her arms around Sasuke’s neck. Their boss leaned down and held her hips, his face hidden within her pink locks.
The scene didn’t have any audio for their mini audience but even without it, they know the two are speaking in whispers, with Sakura’s head nodding and Sasuke’s hands running over her waist and back as indications. They felt like intruders and most of them almost blushed because of the affection and intimacy, excluding one who definitely passed out under his desk, so they decided to leave the two.
“Let’s leave them alone now, things might get pretty hot. I don’t wanna see my best friend shagging my boss, no matter how proud I am of her.”
“INO-CHAN! WE GOTTA HELP SAKURA-CHAN ESCAPE! WHAT IF HE’S HOLDING HER HOSTAGE???”
“Idiot..”
“Sakura can take me hostage any time though..”
“Wait, I just want to see Boss Uchiha topless before we go!”
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Sasuke pulled away for a bit to look at Sakura, his birthday girl, and poked her forehead with his two fingers. His two arms wrapped around her waist again after the gesture, “Are you done for today?”
She nodded in affirmative as her hands roam around his shoulders and looped around his neck, “I almost slipped earlier though. They almost knew I have a b-..boyf-”
He smirked. They have been secretly dating for almost 4 months now but she still blushes more than usual when she tries to address him as her boyfriend. He remembered the time he introduced her to his parents as his girlfriend and she was redder than his favorite fruit the entire dinner. That was fun.
She’s his employee, he knows. Sakura’s been working for his company for more than a year now and ever since he laid his eyes on her and saw her potential, wit and charm—he knows she’s his endgame.
It’s been a long pursuit for him, being her boss and all, and her righteous perspective about everything. So when she finally gave in to her own feelings and decided to say yes to being his, he decided to never let Haruno Sakura go. Even if she decides to fight tooth and nail for her freedom from him, he will do the same to keep her. Maybe not as an employee, because that would mean he will be free to take her on lunch dates, but as his lover.
I like that, he thought. Lover.
Sasuke peered at her blushing face, her emerald eyes downcast because of embarassment, her enticing full pink lips on display that she keeps on licking and biting. Sasuke’s eyes twitched because of the sight.
“Annoying,” he almost growled under his breath. Is she aware of her effect on him?
Before she could even ask, Sasuke ducked his head down to press his mouth on hers. His hand went to the back of her head to tilt it a little upwards so he could taste deeper and he was rewarded by the opening of her mouth and the quiet moan that he drank greedily from her.
As much as he wants to call it a night and just bury himself with her and in her, she hasn’t eaten yet because his hard-headed and annoying employee still worked at home on her birthday. He baked a strawberry cake downstairs while she thought he’s busy working with investors on his office. He spent the entire day in his kitchen Facetiming with his mother to guide his baking. He’s never seen his mother so ecstatic because of him.
He came back to his senses when he felt slightly cold hands under his shirt and he fought the urge to throw her onto the bed they have been occupying for the past 2 months of quarantine and just ravish her all night. Sasuke moved both his hands and held her face as he savored more of her lips by a few flicks of his tongue before he gently pulled away.
This might be her second birthday since he knew her, first as her boyfriend, but he feels like he’s known her for a long time. He wants to be there on her birthday every year, forever, as long as she’ll have him. “Happy birthday,” he simply said, tenderly looking at her gorgeous face.
Her smile was blinding and her green irises glimmer against the setting sun. “Thank you, Sasuke-kun,” Sakura softly answered. “I love you so much.”
He pecked her lips again, lingering a bit more, and murmured against her mouth. “Love you.” He felt her smile, and he smiled back.
A small blink from the corner of his eyes got his attention and he noticed the tops of her laptop’s screen with a little light, indicating that the camera is on. Sasuke turned to Sakura, “Go downstairs and wait for me. Let’s eat dinner. I’ll just take a shower.”
Sakura nodded and happily skipped across the room and slipped outside the bedroom to wait for him downstairs. Sasuke stood for a moment looking at the door and slowly walked toward his, their, dresser. He took off his t-shirt and tossed it carelessly on the floor. He took a deep breath and finally approached Sakura’s computer on the side.
He clicked the program that runs the conference call and was greeted by her team’s shocked faces. He saw one window where Rock Lee was supposed to be but he didn’t see anyone aside from the crooked angle of the camera and are those his feet under the table? He scoffed inwardly. Guess you’ll give up pursuing her now. She’s mine.
He did a lazy sweep of his dark eyes one by one on their faces and remembered them in the future if they decide to blame Sakura for not telling this secret. Of course, they both wanted to show the world that they’re together but they still need to be a little cautious. Yes, they’re her friends and her team, but he’s not gonna be lenient especially when it comes to Sakura.
Sasuke thought the look in his eyes were effective because they all sat a little straighter. His job is now done, and now it’s time to shower so he could celebrate the entire night with Sakura. His spine tingled in anticipation.
He looked directly at the little camera above and gave his signature smirk before he logged out her account and closed Sakura’s laptop. He stretched like a feline and his grin went wider as he stripped for his shower.
Let’s just say it was an interesting first day back at the office the following Monday.
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~fin~
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flambazz · 3 years
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You and I
Author: Balsam
OC pairing, M x F pair, Human x Non-Human
TW: Angels
The evening sun shone brightly against Cassie’s hair, which was shading the sleeping teen next to her. She smiled quietly, running a pale hand through the boy’s ginger hair. With the sun starting to go down and the air getting colder, Cassie carried the boy to his old weathered treehouse and covered him with one of the blankets she found there on the floor, even though he didn’t need one with all the layers he had on. She ran a thin finger down one of the many scars he had on him. Cassie could still remember the day when Will got that scar, and how afterwards he had asked for a friend to play with. Someone to help him not be as lonely and to protect him. And how her dad told her about this boy, about his unfortunate situation, and that she could help him by going down and playing with little Will. She remembered every time Will had asked to go play at her house, to play with her brothers and sisters and all her animals, and how she had to turn him down with the promise of a big sleepover on her birthday. Of course, her birthday and sleepover never came, but it never seemed to bother Will. He always just smiled and invited her to play with him, to have sleepovers or come to birthday parties with him and his family. No matter what, they were happy when they were together. And that’s what mattered to Cassie; that’s what always has and always will. 
She didn’t sit in the tree house for long, though, before Will’s mum called up to them in her sweet and song-like voice that she had made warm food, that they should come inside before they get sick. Cassie nodded down to his mum, then went to wake up Will. Shaking his shoulder lightly, she quietly called to him. “Will, wake up Will. Ma made us some food and I’m hungry.” 
Other than the rustle of the blanket from him turning over, Will didn’t respond. 
Cassie called again, a little louder this time. “This isn’t funny Will, wake up. You don’t want your Ma to be upset, do you?”
Will cracked open his eyes to look annoyedly at his friend sitting next to him, though he couldn’t hide his smile if he tried. “Alright, I’m up. Jeez you act like it’s the end of the world if I don’t wake up or something. What time is it, anyway?”
“It’s.. it’s uh…” Cassie looked at the shadows, then towards the sun, then back to the shadows. “It’s five-thirty-ish, I think. Your Ma made us some food.”
“O.K. then. We probably should go in. I’m hungry.”
Cassie smiled, and Will smiled back. And with all the seriousness of a Golden Retriever playing frisbee, Cassie leaned in and quietly said, “Race you down, Shorty.” With that, she started running down the ladder of the old tree house and reached the ground only to have Will jump out of the tree house and land on the ground in front of her, giggling like a maniac. The two of them rushed inside for dinner, happy. Almost, anyway. Cassie still had to tell Will the news that she was leaving for a while. She didn’t want to break her friend’s heart; she grew up with him after all, she was his only friend for his whole life. But now at she had to leave him. And in her heart she already could see the pain that Will would be in when she said what she needed to say. Maybe she could lie to him, just a little? Make the process softer on him so he wasn’t as upset. Cassie seemed so stuck in her head that Will started getting concerned for her. 
“Hey, Cassie? You doing O.K.? You seem pretty upset over something.”
Cassie snapped back to reality to find that she was the only one with food still left in front of her. “Huh? Oh… yeah I’m alright. I’ll tell you later though.” 
Will raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and got up to go fix his room, giving Cassie a hug on his way past and ruffling her hair.
Cassie sighed and put her head in her hands. Today had been too much for her; with the news that Will had been accepted to his new school, the movie they had watched. And now she would have to tell her best friend of eleven years that she has to go away for a while. She got up to give her plate to Ma, who gave her a worried look . 
“What’s eating at ya, sweetie? You’ve been like this for a few hours now.”
“Could I be completely honest with you, Ma’am?”
Ma smiled sweetly. “‘Course you can. Is there some boy trouble going on?”
“No, nothing like that. It’s just that, well, I’m going away for probably a long time. I might not even be back. I suppose it’s just that I’ve no idea how to tell Will. We’ve known each other for eleven years, imagine how crushed he’ll be.” 
“May I ask where you’re off to, sweetheart?”
“I’m going home.”
Ma nodded and stopped washing the dish she was holding. Cassie brought her out into the backyard and handed her leather jacket to Ma. She carefully undid the harness holding down her wings and set that on the ground, stretching her golden wings out as far as she could. It was hard for her to even open them, having them pressed down for so long against her back. 
Ma, in her typical fashion, simply smiled at Cassie. “Do they hurt much?”
“Yeah, a lot actually.”
“Wait here for a spell, O.K.? I’ll be right back with something that might help.” Before Cassie could say anything, Ma was back in the house. 
Cassie smiled and slowly flapped her wings with no intent of flying. She was slowly getting some strength back to them, although moving them did hurt quite a bit. Maybe she could try something with Will though. Carefully, she looked through her feathers for one that wasn’t damaged, dirty, broken, or a baby feather. When she had found the perfect feather, she grabbed the base near her skin and pulled it out with a sharp tug. It hurt, sure, but not as much as she had thought it would. She silently put it in under her dress’s belt, being careful to keep it intact. 
The kitchen door opened suddenly, with Ma coming outside holding a bucket of hot water and some self-care tools. “I brought you some things so you can heal those up faster. For your trip home.”
“Thank you so much, for everything you’ve done. And although I wish I could stay, I don’t think that I can.” Cassie picked up one of the tools and started to pull out some of her damaged or broken feathers. “Would it be too much, do you think, if I asked you for one more favor before I leave here?”
“No, nothing you’ve ever asked is too much. What do you need?”
“Could you, um… could you bring Will out?” Ma nodded, setting down the things she brought with her to go find her son. Cassie sighed and took the feather from her belt. She started to clean it up a little, although nothing really needed to be done to it. 
The soft voice of her friend could be heard from the kitchen door, “Cassie? That’s you, right? Since when do you have wings?!”
“Yeah, it’s me Will. Please calm down. I don’t know if your Ma told you anything or not, but um… I’m leaving.”
“Where are you even going?” Tears swelled, falling down his cheeks and staining his jacket. 
In an attempt to stop Will’s crying, she tried bringing up a good memory to justify this sudden disappearance. “Do you remember how as little kids you wanted to come over to my house for a sleepover on my birthday? I’m going up to ask my dad if we can.” Cassie could see her friend start shaking. Not a lot, but it was definitely noticeable. And it broke her heart.
“But... you’ll be back! You’ll be back, right?... Right? You aren’t just gonna leave me here alone?” Will’s voice had started to waiver and crack, and his shaking got worse with every second passing by.
“Yeah…” Cassie started tearing up. “Yeah, I’ll be back. I wouldn’t just abandon you, Shorty, ever.” Will’s little chuckle made Cassie smile, even though she knew it was stressed. “And I’ve got something for you. So I can find you when I come back.” She held out the perfect golden feather to her friend, who took it gently and looked it over.
“This is yours? How will you find it again?”
“You’ll have to trust me about that, Will. I have to go now though.” Cassie walked up to her friend and gave him a hug. The kind you would give to a child after they had a nightmare. That’s what this was, after all, wasn’t it?
When Will pulled back and looked away from the hug, all that was left of Cassie was her jacket and the beautiful golden feather he was holding gently in his hand. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream, to ask why his best and only friend had to leave, to ask when or if she would be back. He wanted to with all his heart, but he couldn’t. All he could manage was to slip onto the ground. She had promised him she would find him again. Find the feather and him along with it, and take him with her. His mum sighed and went inside to make her son some warm drink to calm him down. 
Over the next few years, Will reacted to this loss about as well as would be expected. Every time he passed The Hideout and smelled the coffee coming from inside, he remembered taking Cassie there after she asked him what coffee was and if it was good. When he walked by Davey’s Park he got memories of the two of them playing in the creek, catching frogs or building stick castles. 
He got older; seventeen, twenty, thirty-three, forty-eight… still no Cassie. Could she have lied to him? Will shook his head and ran the tip of the now damaged golden feather through his fingers gently. Cassie had never lied to him in the time they knew each other, so why would the last thing she said to him be one? After nearly seventy years, he was surprised he could even remember Cassie. But there she was, stuck in his head so deep that if you asked him to he could probably draw her perfectly and accurately. He could hear the heart monitor slow it’s beeping, then stop.
From the hospital room door came the nurse with the news of his wife’s passing. “We truly did do everything to make her comfortable in her last moments, sir,” said the nurse.
“I understand, and she is probably happier now in any case.” He sighed and ran an old hand through his now grey hair and put the golden feather in his pocket so the nurses wouldn’t find it.
“We ought to get you back to your room now, sir.”
Will nodded and stood up to slowly make his way back to room 707. For hours after, he sat in his bed staring at the ceiling and listening to people talk in the halls. Evening came with a visitation period in tow, and instead of having nobody show up, there was a familiar voice in the hall.
“...unlock the door for me please, nurse. He’s my friend and I hold the right to visit him here.”
That was unmistakably Cassie’s voice he heard. She finally came back for him.
Cassie poked her head through the door before entering the room. “Hey there, Shorty.” She walked up to the hospital bed with silence.
A child-like smile broke across Will’s face. “Cassie, you haven’t aged a day.” Will reached out his hand.
Cassie chuckled and took it, her hand warm in his, sweeping a loose piece of hair behind her ear. “You’ve aged quite a bit of them. I wasn’t even gone that long, you know.”
“Sure felt like it. Most of my life in fact. I’m glad you found me though.”
“Me too, Shorty. Me too.” Cassie smiled and held Will’s old hand in hers which was still as it was when she had left. She slipped the old, broken, dirty feather and blew on it gently to remove the dirt. She pulled out one of her hairs and tied it first around the base of the feather, then tied the other side to Will’s wrist. “Ready to go?” Will smiled and nodded. Cassie closed her eyes and kissed his forehead, opening her eyes to the pair of them being somewhere very different. Instead of a dingy hospital room they were in they stood a field with lots of flowers of different colors, and a house that sat on a hill in the distance. Will looked about the same as when they were sixteen again, with of course the addition of a big pair of auburn wings. 
“So then this is where you live.” Will’s eyes were like a baby’s, staring off around him. He went to rub his shoulder, but his hand bumped into one of his wings. He opened it as far as he could while also trying not to hit Cassie’s wings, then opened the other wing, catching the wind and falling over. Cassie and Will giggled, and she put down her hand to help him up. A smile broke out across Will’s face. Finally, after all this time, it was like they were younger. Like when everything was perfect again. And this time, nothing was going to change. “So I just have one more question for you though. You gave me that feather and said it would help you find me. Does it work like a tracker does?”
Cassie shook her head. “No, silly. I love you and always have. You were always there for me and I was always there for you. And it’s pretty clear to me at least that the feeling was mutual, since you not only kept my feather but you waited for me. You remembered me. And we were meant to be a ‘forever’ thing, not a ‘until death do us part’ thing. That’s how I found you. The feather was to help you remember your end of my promise.” The two smiled like the kids they forever were and Cassie leaned in and quietly said, “Race you, Shorty.” And the two of them took off flying at breakneck speed to the house in the distance to make due on a promise.
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IT Fandom Prompt Week - Day 7 - Famous / Band AU
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Final Prompt for IT Prompt week 2019. 
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Like many people, the first metal band that Eddie listened to was Metallica. He was 16, and had spent the day at Bev’s house, the balmy evening sun hanging heavy and bloated in the sky. They’d sat at the bottom of her garden, legs bare and grass between their toes. Bev’s old cassette tape player was balanced precariously on a rickety wooden chair, the tapes lay scattered around the grass, like plastic flowers. Eye’s half-closed, Eddie was listening to Bev tell him about the book she’d been reading, and how he should read it before they start their college degrees in the fall. Bev’s voice, pitchy and animated, fought with Morrissey’s crooning voice, and Eddie let himself swim in the noise. That was, until Bev changed the tape, and an unrelenting guitar riff came booming out of the tinny speakers. Eddie’s eyes snapped open.
“Who’s this?” Eddie asked, shifting so he was propped up against the fence.
“Huh? Oh, Metallica. They’re pretty good, right!”
“Yeah,” Eddie mused, bobbing his head slightly along with the rhythmic chugging of the guitar, “yeah they’re pretty good”
That night, Eddie had practically skipped home, fanny-pack stuffed with as many cassette tapes as Bev could wedge in there without breaking the zip. The bands are those he has never heard of before, Black Sabbath, Judas Priest, Nine Inch Nails. Bev promised that he’ll love them, and he trusted her.
A few days later, Eddie escaped the stifling confines of his mother’s house to join Bev on a trip to the local record store. Bev immediately tugged him over to the ‘rock and metal’ section, where they spent ages flicking through the tapes, Bev filling Eddie’s hands with tapes in a matter of minutes. Eddie, who had felt out of place in a dingy record store in his pressed khakis and pastel yellow polo shirt, had immediately struck up a conversation with the friendly guy behind the counter, who couldn’t have been any older than he was.
“First time?” The guy asked, picking through the tapes that Eddie had dumped on the counter, looking for the price stickers.
“Pardon?”  
“First time somewhere like this? You have the first time kinda look, like you’re afraid the tapes will bite you or something”
“Oh,” Eddie replied, scuffing his feet on the floor, “Yeah, it’s my first time. Bev said she’d been in here loads and it’s cheaper than the store downtown, so…”
The guy laughed, a warm laugh that rang in the quiet store like a bell.
“Yeah, Bev’s in here a lot. Doesn’t spend much money, though !”
“Bite me, Hanlon”
“Ever the charmer, Miss Marsh,” The guy turned back to Eddie, “As rude as she is, Bev has good taste. You’re definitely in safe hands, but you can always come in here and I can help you, if you get sick of her forcing you to listen to Trent Reznor’s entire discography over and over and over again”
“I’m warning you, Michael!” Bev hollered, brandishing a vinyl record like a weapon.
– X –
Soon enough, Eddie fell into a routine. He’d wait until his mother fell into a deep, sleeping-pill induced sleep in front of her soap operas, and shut the lounge room door, painfully slowly to stop it creaking. Then, he’d charge upstairs as fast as his legs would carry him. Whilst Eddie looked everything the picture-perfect poster-boy for “good boys” everywhere, from his perfectly coiffed hair, his crisp, 100% cotton polo shirts, and even down to his sensible, chalk-white sketchers,  he had a secret hiding under his bed.
Under his bed, behind the stacks of biology and chemistry textbooks and old shoes that don’t fit him anymore, lurks a small metal box, and a rusty cassette player. The metal box is home to his ever expanding collection of tapes, and he’d take great pleasure in passing his fingers over the spines of the cases, like he was choosing the biggest, most decadent chocolate in the box. His fingers almost always landed on Metallica first, his gate-way drug. He’d disrobe the tape, and place it into the cassette player, but not before he’d plugged his monstrously large headphones into the jack. Cranking up the volume, Eddie would place the cassette player next to him on the bed, and lie back, and drift.
Master of puppets I'm pulling your strings Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Eddie would spend hours listening to Rob Halford’s demonic screaming if his mother had been particularly taxing that evening, or if his day had been slow and lazy, Ozzy Osborne would sing him to sleep, regaling him with tales of faeries dancing with dwarves. Soon enough, and without any real effort, Eddie became a secret, but die-hard, metal-head.
– X –
A note hit the back of Eddie’s head in chemistry.
Anthrax are playing at oil slick in Bangor! We gotta go. B x
Eddie tries to protest, he really does. He sits under the bleachers with Bev at lunch, and tries to convince her that he’d never be allowed to go to a show in Bangor, that his mother would never let him, that he can’t lie to her, really Bev, I’ve tried, I’m a terrible liar.
She doesn’t take no for an answer, and sure enough, when the night of the show arrives, Eddie is sat in his bedroom at half past six, practically vibrating with nerves. He knew that his mother would be dead to the world in a few minutes, passed out for a whole twelve hours. Eddie thanked the God of Nyquil and prescription medicine. When the familiar rumble of his mother’s snores starts to seep through his floorboards, Eddie throws open his window, takes a deep breath, and leaps like a frog onto the branch of the big tree that stands dormant outside his window.
He runs straight to Bev’s aunts house, and they both clamber in her rickety Sedan, Bev, who had recently turned 17 and was now trusted with her Aunt’s car, at the wheel. Eddie was wearing the black straight-leg jeans he’d begged his mother to buy him, and Beverly Marsh, his lord and saviour, had lent him one of her old leather jackets and her Iron Maiden tour shirt that fit him like a glove. Together with Bev clad in enough leather to upholster a couch, they drove to Bangor.
Eddie had the best night of his life, and crawled back in through his bedroom window at four am the next morning, sweaty and disgusting, but happier than he’d been in years.
– X –
When Bev’s aunt gets a PR job at Iron Horns, the best heavy metal festival this side of the Atlantic, Eddie almost squeezes the life out of Bev when she invites him to go with them. He was eighteen, and on the precipice of adulthood. He’s staring down the crevasse of responsibility, college degrees, mortgages and student loan repayments, and the void is staring straight back at him. He toyed with the idea of telling his mother that her little Eddie-Bear spends his weekends lurking in dive bars listening to boys with longer hair than most girls scream into the microphone, and he plans on getting dirty in a field for a weekend with his best friend.
He, of course, doesn’t do this, and instead told his mother that Bill and Ben have invited him to go camping with them, and he wanted to go. Predictably, she wasn’t happy, and bleated on at him about bears and poison ivy until she was blue in the face and panting, but she couldn’t catch Eddie as he sprinted down the path, backpack bulging on his back, pop-up tent in hand.
Iron Horn’s was huge. The site was a sprawling sea of grass, tents and stages, and as they drove down the make-shift drive-way to the staff car-park, Eddie could feel himself begin to panic. His hand instinctively tried to find the inhaler he has stashed in his fanny-pack, but Bev’s hand caught his hand in hers and squeezed. They held hands until they got out of the car.
Bev’s Aunt Lucy was ‘head of logistics’ for the entire festival, something that makes Eddie gawp with awe, and because she was such an important cog in the machine of the festival, they had arrived one day before the music started. Lucy was also able to throw her weight around a bit and swing them a camping plot in the staff and VIP section of the festival, something that calmed Eddie’s nervous jitters. The staff camping had a regular block of toilets, so he wouldn’t have to venture into alien territory … the dreaded porta-loo.
The staff camping ground is made up of plots of grass for people to pitch tents, but it also had porta-cabins for the musicians. Eddie scanned the names on the doors, finding that he recognises all but one of the bands.
“Bev, who are Crimson Nightmare?” Eddie asked Bev, trying to help her pitch their tent, but mostly just getting in her way.
“Huh. I have no idea, but they’re headlining the second day so I guess they’re probably pretty good”  Bev huffed, trying to bash the tent-pegs into the firm ground with the heel of her boot.
Once they (or rather, Bev) had finished pitching their tent, they both clambered inside with their bags, and proceeded to get changed out of their travelling clothes. Most of the clothes that Eddie has brought with him are Bev’s hand-me-downs, or things that she’s bought him for Christmas, or just because. Eddie changes into one of Bev’s ripped Judas Priest shirts, and a pair of her tightest black skinny jeans that just about fit him if he doesn’t breathe too deeply. Luckily, because Bev’s feet are the size of common shrews, Eddie has his own boots that he’d saved up for with money from various birthday’s. Obviously he can��t keep the boots at home because his mother would find them and burn them in a sacrifice to the God’s of easy listening music, so they live in the trunk of Bev’s Aunt’s car for him to change into when they go to shows. They’re beaten up old black Docs that he bought in a thrift shop. He swapped out the characteristic yellow laces for rainbow ones, and he let Bill draw dancing skeletons on them in white sharpie. Eddie treasured those damn boots.
Once they’re changed, Eddie and Bev head over to the VIP tent where they grab some food. The VIP tent was home to a catering service, and a small bar for the staff and the musicians to wind down in the evening. Upon walking through the entrance flap, Eddie was immediately star-struck. There are people from his favourite bands milling around, talking to each other, laughing, shouting, existing. As he looked around, Eddie realised that no-one else looked quite as starstruck as he did, which made him feel all sorts of ridiculous, but he couldn’t help it. He continued to stare at Layne Staley.
Once Eddie and Bev had finished their food, and Eddie was trying not to stare at the lead singer from Steel Martyr too much, he caught the eye of a tall guy with intense dark eyes and a wicked smile leaning nonchalantly against the bar. Eddie doesn’t recognise him, so he assumed that he must be a light tech, or an audio engineer, or maybe even a roadie. He also looks very young, perhaps no older than nineteen. This, accompanied with the fact that he’s wearing sweatpants with an old hoodie, suggested to Eddie that he couldn’t be a member of a metal band. The guy held Eddie’s gaze for a beat too long, and before he glanced back to the bartender, the stranger winked at Eddie.
Against his will, Eddie felt the all too familiar heat in his cheeks – an unfortunate indication that his face was blooming a violent scarlet red. Eddie snapped his head away, eliciting an loud bark of laughter from the stranger at the bar. Bev, who had been too busy trying to surreptitiously roll a joint under the table, looks up when she heard the laugh.
“Eddie, why is that guy over there staring at you?”
“…Wuh-What?,” Eddie stutters, fertilizing the glint in Bev’s eye, “What guy? There’s no guy”
“Uh… Yeah there is, that one” Bev snorts, and turned in her seat to point directly at the stranger, who waved at her.
“Him? What about him? I don’t even know him” Eddie mumbled, staring very intently at an interesting speck of dirt on the floor.
“Well, he’s been staring at you since we got here, he laughed at you about thirty seconds ago, and now he’s coming over here”
“WHAT!”
“Yeah, he’s totally coming over here!” Bev squealed, looking positively gleeful.
Eddie snapped his head up, and sure enough, the stranger in the sweatpants was striding over purposefully, his eyes glued on Eddie.
Eddie stared back at him, eyes owlish and ridiculous.
“I guess I’m gonna have to make the first move, then?” was the first thing the sweatpants-stranger said, as he plonked himself down in the empty seat to Eddie’s right.
“Um” was all Eddie said in response.
Bev was thirty seconds away from howling with laughter judging by the look on her face, and Eddie prayed that embarrassment was a painless way to die.
“Hi! I’m Bev, and this beetroot looking thing here is Eddie”
“Nice to meetcha, Red. The name’s Richie. D’ya have a voice, short-stack?”
“I do as it happens” Eddie replied, snottily.
“Oof. I like ‘em spicy. Come here often?”
“Do you speak only in pick-up lines or are you capable of stringing a coherent sentence together?”
“Get yer coat love, you’ve pulled”
Eddie rolled his eyes, and angled his body away from Richie’s.
He knew what this game was, and he intended to play to win.
“Hey now, I’m just playing with you” Richie cooed, taking Eddie’s bait, “In all seriousness, whatcha doing here? You performing this weekend?”
“Naw, my Aunt is the head of logistics for the fest so we came along for the ride. Couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see Tool for the fifth time!” Bev responded, speaking for Eddie, who raised his eyebrows at her gratefully.
“Ah, of course. Gotta admit, I’m pretty heartbroken I’m not gonna get to see little Eddie Spaghetti losing his shit on that big stage, though. I bet that’s a real pretty sight”
“And what are you doing here, then? Light tech, or something?” Eddie interjected, a feeble attempt to steer the conversation away from himself.
“Something like that. A bitta’ this, a bitta’ that. Jack of all trades, me”
Eddie wasn’t entirely satisfied with that answer, but he didn’t push it any further.
“Can I get you both a drink?” Richie asked, drawing Eddie out of his introspection.
“Are you over twenty-one?” Eddie affirmed, sceptical.
“Nah, but I’ve known Jonsey for a few years now. He’s not worried about silly little things like legal drinking ages”
“Uh ..,” Eddie looked at Bev for confirmation, and much to his chagrin Bev gave him the most ridiculous, and most unsubtle thumbs up ever.
“Okay, sure,” Eddie relents, “just get me whatever you’re having”
“Are you sure you can handle that?” Richard said with a wink. Eddie stared at the floor again, eyes wandering over Richie’s boots. The laces were not proper laces at all, and were instead blue string, frayed and threadbare.
“I’ll have a jack and coke, if you’d be so kind. Lotta Jack, not so much coke” Bev asks, smiling up at Richie.
“That’s a lot of booze for a young lady like yourself” Richie drawled in something Eddie supposed was supposed to be a southern accent.
“Bite me”
“If you’re sure”
Eddie sort of expected Bev to tell Richie to fuck off, but she doesn’t. She did something much more surprising.
“Hey Eddie, why don’t you go and help Richie carry the drinks? I’m just gonna –“ she gestures to the opening of the tent and waggles the spliff between her fingers.
“Aw, man. I’m hitting on the wrong person here. Any chance of a do-over, Red?”
“Not a fuckin’ chance, Trashmouth. I’ll be back in a few, Eddie, go help with the drinks!” Bev says again, a little bit more insistent this time.
“What a marvellous idea! Come on, Spaghetti” Richie announced, sending a look towards Bev that Eddie didn’t understand.
Eddie stood up, wordless, and followed Richie towards the bar, but not before sending a silent “what the fuck?!” Bev’s way. She just smiled at him, stuck her thumbs up, and disappeared out of the tent.
Eddie waited at the bar with Richie, who was drumming out the beat of a song that Eddie doesn’t recognise on the polished wood.
“Bev has a girlfriend, you know,” Eddie blurted out before he could stop himself, “just so you, y’know … know”
“Does she? That’s nice. Now, do you have a boytoy, Mr Eds?”
“but … aren’t you trying to hit on her?”
“Uh, I’m definitely trying to hit on someone, but it ain’t Red”
“Then … who …”
Richie looked at Eddie square in the face with epitome of are you shitting me written across his face.
“…oh”
“Yeah, Oh” Richie mocked, laughing. Eddie couldn’t help but notice that his eyes were glittering despite the low light of the tent.
Unsure of what to say, Eddie remained silent for a few beats too long, but he was saved when the bartender came over to take their order. Richie orders Bev’s drink, before also ordering two pints of hard cider, one of which he passes to Eddie.
“So, to return to our previous conversation, is there a Mrs Eddie Spaghetti waiting for you at home?”
“Okay, you gotta stop with all this spaghetti stuff. It’s just Eddie”
“Sure. Is there a Mrs Just-Eddie waiting for you at home?”
“Wait – hang on. How did you even know I like men?”
“Lucky guess” Richie boasted, waggling his eyebrows.
Eddie stared at him until Richie burst out laughing.
“No, Seriously! It was a lucky guess. I was fully prepared for you to tell me that Red was your girl and that I’d have to slink off with my tail in between my legs”
“Bev will find that hilarious when I tell her that”
“C’mon, S’getti you’re killing me,” Richie groaned, “should I persist in my pathetic attempts to woo you or am I wasting my time?”
Eddie pretended to think, and rubbed his chin with the hand that wasn’t holding his cider.
“I’m not sure I wanna tell you, yet. I’m quite enjoying watching you squirm”
“You sadist” Richie shot back immediately.
Eddie stood up on his tiptoes and whispered, “you don’t know the half of it” directly into the shell of Richie’s ear, before he swiftly turned on his heel and slinked back to the table.
“I’m taking that as a ‘Yes, Richie, please continue trying to get into my pants!’” Richie yelled after him.
Eddie threw his head back, and laughed.
– X –
When they got back to their tent that evening after staggering back across the field, Bev and Eddie collapsed onto the same tiny air mattress and curled around each other like inebriated kittens.
“Sooooo?” Bev drawled, as she tried to pull her boots off without unlacing them first.
“Whazzit? What?”
“Richie? D’ya like him? Because I’m pretty sure he’s gone all kissy-kissy-mushy-mushy over a certain little spaghetttiiiiii”
“oh m’god, shut’p,” Eddie slurred, and he tried to hit Bev on the arm but missed by a good six inches, “he’s just … uh … flirtatious”
“Naw, Eddie, he’s desperate to, y’know, get in there!” Bev laughed hysterically, as she pointed at Eddie’s crotch.
Eddie rolled his eyes, at least he thought he did, he’s definitely too drunk to tell.
“C’mere, tiny, I wanna spooooon” Bev moaned, grabbing Eddie.
They both fell asleep almost instantly after that, Bev’s arm wrapped snugly around Eddie’s waist.
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The next morning Eddie woke up with a mouth that tasted like he’d gargled with white spirit, and, surprisingly, no headache and a stomach that only felt a tiny bit like a whirlpool.
Bev, on the other hand, wailed like a banshee when Eddie shifted on the air mattress to open the tent flap, letting a stream of cool air into the tent.
“Edward, I will cut off you bollocks if you let any more light in”
Eddie slipped out of the tent, leaving Bev to her hangover. The sun was already high in the sky, and Eddie guessed it couldn’t have been earlier than eleven or midday. His mother would definitely never have let him sleep in this late. The music started today, the first band taking to the main stage at 3pm. There seemed to be more people than Eddie had ever seen in his life charging around the staff camping grounds, carrying various bits of rigging, instruments and electrical equipment. Eddie sat on the grass outside his tent, trying to psyche himself up enough to make the long, arduous 500 metre walk to the bathrooms to brush his teeth, when a large hand clamped on his shoulder. Eddie barely managed to suppress his scream.
“Howdy, neighbour!”
“Oh my God, it’s you”
“That isn’t a very nice way to greet your beloved now is it, Eddie?”
“I thought I’d dreamt you up in an alcohol-induced fever dream” Eddie deadpanned as Richie all but threw himself down on the grass next to him.
“Naw,” was all Richie said, closing his eyes against the light of the sun. Eddie swore he could see the freckles scattered across the bridge of Richie’s nose multiply in front of his eyes.
They sat without talking for a while, listening to the hustle and bustle of the campsite. Richie looked exhausted, and Eddie wanted to let Richie rest his head in his lap while he stroked Richie’s wild hair until he was snoring.
“So … plan on seeing any good bands today?” Eddie asked awkwardly, consciously aware of the fact that the Dutch courage previously coursing through his veins had evaporated overnight.
“I dunno, yet. Who are you going to see?”
“Bev wants to see Def Leppard, who I’m not majorly fussed about, but I have to go see ‘em if she’ll even think about coming with me to see Kiss”
“Where is Red this morning, anyway? Is that … is that tent of yours empty?”
“She’s still asleep”
“Cockblock” Richie cursed under his breath, just loud enough for Eddie to hear it.
“You’re very presumptuous, has anyone ever told you that?”
“Believe it or not, I don’t make a habit of this” Richie replied, with a serious edge to his voice.
Eddie blinked.
“Make a habit of what?” Eddie asked, dumbly.
“This,” Richie gestured to Eddie and then back to himself and repeated the action, “I’m not … I don’t do this stuff”
“Richie, I’m confused”
“Never mind, sugar. I’ll explain it to you when you’re older”
Before Eddie could protest that he wanted Richie to explain his cryptic message now and not later, a rather dishevelled and grumpy looking Bev poked her head out of the tent.
“Okay. One, Eddie, I love you but you are so dense that light bends around you. Two, can you guys go flirt somewhere else please, it’s making my stomach churn”
“Top o’the mornin’ to ya, lassie!” Richie bellowed in an awful Irish accent, shuffling closer to Eddie to allow Bev more space to clamber out of the tent.
Bev collapsed on the grass next to them, rubbing her head.
“Do you have any painkillers in that magic fanny-pack of yours?” She asked Eddie, a pitiful twang to her voice.
Eddie nodded, and climbed back into the tent to search for the fanny-pack. When he’d grabbed it and climbed back out of the tent, Bev and Richie were sitting close, heads together, whispering frantically about something that Eddie couldn’t hear. Bev’s face was stern, like she was scolding a small child who had broken her favourite mug, and Richie’s eyebrows looked very insistent, but also vaguely scared. They sprang apart when Eddie climbed back out of the tent, painkillers in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. He passed both items to Bev, who hoovered up two painkillers quicker than Eddie could blink.
“I gotta skedaddle now, my love. Promise you’ll stay faithful as you wait for me,” Richie announced as he stood up, and brushed stray blades of grass off his jeans.
“I won’t make a promise I can’t keep, Rich,” Eddie tried to joke, but it fell flat as Richie’s smile, only for the briefest of seconds, was replaced by a mask of hurt.
“I guess I’ll see you around then,” and with that, Richie sauntered off, hands shoved deep in his pockets, head hanging uncharacteristically low.
“Eddie, what I need you to do right now, is go after him and apologise for being a dick”
“What did I do?!”
“You know exactly what you did”
Eddie did know.
The truth was, Eddie was harbouring a crush on Richie that was growing exponentially. He’d spotted him immediately as they’d walked into the VIP tent the day before. His heart had thumped wildly the entire time they sat close together, drinking cider and laughing, and he’d almost vomited every time Richie’s arm brushed his. Eddie had it bad. He knew this. But, try as he might, something kept him from entirely letting go. Something about the fact they’d met at a festival, miles and miles away from Eddie’s home town, and they’d probably never see each other again. He’d never experimented with casual sex, a nice fuck and a see you never! arrangement. He’d never given it much thought. Maybe he should.
Without another word, Eddie sprung up and chased after Richie, who was now rounding the corner by the toilet block.
“Rich!” Eddie called out, panting.
Richie turned around, and beamed at Eddie.
Eddie felt lighter.
“I’m sorry I’m a dick”
“You’re not a dick”
“I am, and I’m sorry. Do you … I dunno, do you wanna come see Def Leppard with us later, maybe? I mean – you don’t have to, I just meant if you have nothing better to –”
“I’d love to”
– X –
“POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME!” Eddie screamed along with Joe Elliott, thousands of other people, and Richie.
Bev had disappeared a few songs ago, pushing her way to the front barrier, but Eddie had hung back. He was stood directly in front of Richie, who had been whispering (or, more accurately, shouting) into his ear occasionally, and even in one delicious, ridiculous moment, picked Eddie up and stuck him on his shoulders. That didn’t last long because Eddie was terrified he’d fall off, but having his thighs wrapped around Richie’s neck was exhilarating for the four minutes it lasted.
“Eds, this might be the best day of my life,” Richie shouted, hot, moist breath tickling Eddie’s ear.
“I think me too!” Eddie shouted back, and the Richie did something that made Eddie’s brain shortcircuit.
Richie wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist, crossing them over his stomach, and placed a large, wet-sounding kiss on the top of Eddie’s head.
Eddie didn’t dare blink, breathe, move or think.
“Thank you for inviting me” Richie whispered, and it was a real whisper this time, spoken directly into Eddie’s heart.
“it’s uh – no problem”
The band ripped into a cover of The Who’s ‘My Generation’, and much to Eddie’s annoyance, Richie released Eddie from his cobra-hold and tugged him forward, forward, forward until they ran into Bev at the barrier. Bev’s long orange hair was piled on top of her head, her face was sweaty and pink, and she looked absolutely radiant.
“This is our fucking song now!” Richie bellowed, hoisting Bev up on his shoulders like he had done to Eddie a few songs earlier.
Eddie grabbed Bev’s ankle and squeezed it. She smiled down at him, all teeth and tongue and happy, happy, happy.
– X –
The sun had fully set behind the massive stage, and Def Leppard had just finished their encore. The mass of people that had been surrounding Eddie, a coagulated mass of shadows and sharp elbows, parted like red sea as people slowly started to trickle out of the main arena and back towards the campsites. As they walked, shoulders bumping together occasionally, Eddie noticed several people staring at Richie, or pointing at him and whispering. Eddie glanced up at Richie to see if he’d noticed, only to find Richie looking down at him with soft eyes and a small, but genuine, smile.
“You okay, Eds?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m fucking great, Rich. I wasn’t expecting to enjoy it as much as I did”
“Ah, that’s because I was there, obviously” Richie boasted.
Eddie could tell that he was joking, that he was just playing the game they’d been playing for the past twenty-four hours, but that didn’t stop Eddie from saying “yeah, it probably was”, as honest as the day is long.
Eddie’s honesty seemed to hit Richie in the stomach like a sucker punch, because he made this weird spluttering noise.
“Fucking hell, Sugar, you can’t just say stuff like that”
“Why?”
“Because – Never mind, I’m gonna walk you back to your tent, c’mon”
Eddie stopped walking, and tugged on Richie’s arm to get him to stop too. Richie swung around so he was facing Eddie, boot toe to boot toe.
“Richie, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t think I can do this anymore, Eddie”
“Do what?”
“I can’t just keep this up. I can’t keep fucking – fucking dancing with you, laughing with you, letting you smile at me like that, and then when you cuddled with me during the show I was like, ‘oh my God, this is it, he does feel the same’  but then … then you go all cold on me or you glare at me or …” Richie trailed off, his eyes flickered between Eddie’s eyes and mouth.
“Richie, I – ”
“Please don’t, please don’t pity me or say you’re sorry, or anything like that. God, I’ll drop down dead if you say you’re sorry, Eds. It isn’t your fault, it’s mine. I wasn’t joking about walking you back, though, c’mon, Bev will kill me if we’re back much later than – ”
Richie stopped talking because Eddie had kissed him.
Eddie curled his hand around Richie’s neck and dragged his face down, before he smashed his lips to Richie’s in a kiss that started off almost violent in its awkwardness but soon became soft and hesitant. Richie didn’t move at first, and Eddie almost pulled away, ready to sprint off to the campsite fuelled on nothing but mortal embarrassment, but just as Eddie had pulled his lips a millimetre away from Richie’s, Richie opened his mouth slightly, just barely, and kissed Eddie back.
They kissed, Richie’s hands cradling Eddie’s face, until someone came careening into Eddie’s back, sending him flying forwards into Richie’s chest, arms flailing wildly.
“Sorry, mate!”
“No problem, bro” Richie responded, voice low and gruff, and from his position squished up against Richie’s chest, Eddie laughed, poking at the soft flesh of Richie’s tummy with his index finger.
“Bro?” Eddie mocked.
“What?”
“You’re ridiculous”
“And yet, you kissed me”
“I did”
“So that makes you ridiculous as well”
“It does”
“Wanna do it again?”
“Yes”
This time, Richie kissed Eddie.
– X –
By the time they’d gotten back to the tent, Eddie wasn’t done with Richie. Not even close. They’d stopped a few times on the way back, mostly Richie cutting Eddie off with his tongue, or one time that Eddie got so frustrated with Richie doing that he shoved him up against a tree and kissed him until Richie couldn’t breathe. It still wasn’t enough. However, Eddie didn’t know how to ask for more, how to ask Richie to climb into his tent with him.
Bev wasn’t in the tent when Eddie poked his head in, but there was a note lying on the air mattress.
With my mom tonight, wanted to give you some space WINK WINK
Love you be safe I’ll kick his ass if he hurts you
Don’t show his this note
Or you can if you want
Richard I’ll kill you if you hurt him okay
Love you love you love you
Eddie loved Beverly so much he could scream.
“Uh… are you tired yet?” Eddie asked, trying to remain inconspicuous, but subtlety was never his strong point.
“Nope” Richie responded, popping the ‘P’.
“Do you wanna, come in? I can’t offer you coffee because … well, I don’t have any way of making any but I can offer you … lukewarm water?”
“Eds?”
“Yeah?”
“Cut the shit”
Richie all but threw himself through the entrance of the tent, pouncing on Eddie with a loud ‘oof’. They both sprawled backwards, and Richie hovered over Eddie, his eyes dark.
“Are you sure?”
“More sure than I’ve been of anything for a very long time”
“Do you have … the necessarily equipment?”
“Are you talking about whether or not I have a dick? Because …” Eddie gestured to his crotch where, yes, it was very obvious that he was packing heat, thank you very much.
“No, you goof, I meant lube and stuff”
“Oh… yeah I do, hang on”
“You’re very … prepared”
“Jealous?”
“I would be if it wasn’t me in this tent with you right now”
“Well it is, so shut up and kiss me”
– X –
The next morning, Eddie had woken up with a crick in his neck. Richie had gone. What lay on the pillow where Richie’s head should have been, was Bev’s note. Or, rather, another note, scrawled on the back of Bev’s note.
Please get as close to the barrier as possible during Crimson Nightmare’s set
Please please please please
You fuckin’ rocked my world last night Eds
R x
– X –
Eddie looked behind him at the pulsing mass of people, blurring into one lacquered mass in the darkness of the night, random faces illuminated by the spotlights. Raucous chants surrounded him, a war cry, “CRIMSON NIGHTMARE! CRIMSON NIGHTMARE! CRIMSON NIGHTMARE!”. It was cultish, and Eddie could feel himself becoming indoctrinated.
Without warning, the huge fluttering black cloth that had been obscuring the stage was sucked through a gap in the ceiling, and revealed the stage. The entire set was decked out to look like an industrial hellscape, all juddering fans, sharp looking pieces of metal jutting every which way and large metal platforms. Several huge industrial fans were stood in the centre of the stage, acting as a podium for an obscenely large drumkit. Eddie hardly noticed the stage, though, as he was preoccupied with looking at the elaborate venetian masks the band were wearing. They obscured almost their entire faces, and looked like they were made of a buttery-soft leather with horns curling skywards. The bassist was stood on a large piece of scaffolding stage right, and the lead guitarist was standing on the floor surrounded by shards of metal poking out of the floor stage left. The screams and hollers of the crowd grew deafening, and the guitarist ripped straight into a blistering riff that sounded like it’d been spat from the mouth of the devil himself. A scream tore its way out of Eddie’s body, and he began jumping up and down with the crowd, coagulating until he had become One with the throbbing mass of people.
Like Richie’s note had said, Eddie was right at the barrier. His ribs were being crushed against the hard metal every time he leapt up and down, but he hardly noticed it once the vocalist walked out onto stage. The vocalist walked with a swagger that punched Eddie straight in the gut, and before they had even managed to spit out a single syllable, Eddie almost collapsed on the floor. He was held up by Bev, who shot him a questioning look. Eddie didn’t dare speak, move, breath, blink.
“Aw man, look at you see of sexy bitches come all this way to see little old me?” the vocalist brayed, stamping his feet in time with the rhythmic booming of the bass drum.
The crowd roared back in response. Eddie couldn’t breathe.
The vocalist was wearing the same mask as the rest of his bandmates, but that didn’t matter.
“All this noise for me? Too fuckin’ bad I’m gonna make your ears fucking bleeeeeed. This one’s called ‘You’ll Float Too’ and you’re gonna fucking love it” Richie yelled, before screaming like a banshee and launching into the first song.
It was Richie.
It was Richie’s voice.
It was Richie’s voice, Richie’s raspy growl, Richie’s beaten up old boots.
The frontman of the last headliner of Iron Horns was the guy that Eddie had ridden on his shitty little air mattress in his shitty little tent the night before.
Eddie tapped Bev on the shoulder, and soon the taps became almighty whacks when she wouldn’t turn around, but when she did, Eddie knew that she knew.
“IS THAT?!”
“IT IS!”
“FUCKING HELL”
“I KNOW”
Richie paraded up and down the stage, the big black coat he was wearing flapping in the breeze of the industrial fans. Eddie was mesmerised by the way Richie made screaming into the microphone with such tenacity look easy, and the way that Richie leapt around the stage effortlessly. The crowd were screaming, and a pit opened up directly behind Eddie, who clung to the barrier, knuckles bright white, to avoid getting sucked into its depths. Bev, as she always did, disappeared into the centre of the hurricane, and was spat out again several minutes later, eyes gleaming, hair tousled.
– X –
Half way through their last song, Richie locked eyes with Eddie.
Eddie hadn’t been sure that Richie had seen him there, a fleck of sand on the beach, faceless amongst the crowd. But, half way through ‘No Dread, No Desire’, Richie’s eyes locked with his. Of course, Eddie initially thought that Richie could have just so happened to have been staring in his general direction, but when Richie practically ran to the spot directly in front of where Eddie was standing, all doubts dissolved. Richie dropped to his knees and belted the rest of the song directly at Eddie, who needed Bev to hold him up once more.
– X –
Even after Richie had sung the last note of the encore, and bid the crowd farewell, Eddie couldn’t move. He was glued to the spot, practically growing roots. Bev stood next to him, saying nothing, just breathing, loud and heavy breaths curling into the black sky like smoke.
“So”
“So”
“Richie’s in a band”
“Richie’s in … a fucking good band”
“You slept with him”
“I did”
“You slept with a guy in a band”
“I did”
“Are you a groupie now?”
“Fuck off”
A figure appeared on stage, and shuffled towards them. A figure wearing sweatpants and boots with laces that weren’t real laces, but were instead blue, frayed string.  
The figure crouched in front of them.
“Did you like the set?”
“You’re fucking famous” Eddie blurted out, tongue thick and fat in his mouth.
“M’not, not really. The vocalist of Crimson Nightmare is kinda famous, but he’s … he’s not really me. M’just Richie”
“But … Aren’t you the vocalist?”
“Well, yes, I mean technically, but I wear that mask n’ all so… It’s also sort of, not me?”
“Richie I have no idea what to say, I’m like … I’m fucking shaking”
“Good shaking? Bad shaking? Did you hate it? That growl in the third song came out so fucking janky, and I know that I sounded kinda flat in a few of the songs but –“
“You were … spectacular” Eddie breathed, and stared up at Richie with wide, earnest eyes.
“Aw, shit. You’re gonna make me blush, Eddie Spaghetti”
Richie hopped down off the stage, crowding into Eddie’s space. They were separated by a thin metal fence. It was too much distance.
“Beverly, if you don’t want to watch me shove my tongue down Eddie’s throat, I suggest that you avert your eyes, otherwise, enjoy the fuckin’ show”
Bev’s indignant squawk was drowned out by the all-consuming taste on Eddie’s tongue.
– X –
From: Sugar Daddy:
[youtube link]
From: Sugar Daddy:
Last night in Denver. I think you’ll like it <3
Eddie opened the link. It was a video of Crimson Nightmare headlining a spot at Denver arena. The camera was shaky, and the audio screechy, but it was clear enough so Eddie could hear everything Richie was saying.
“Alright, alright, now, I know this is gonna come as a fuckin’ surprise to some of you, or maybe it won’t, but I dedicate this next song to the boy who inspired it. Eddie Spaghetti, this one’s for you, my love, my one, my only”
Screeching guitar and guttural screams filtered out of the shitty speakers of Eddie’s phone. Eddie lay back on his bed, closed his eyes, and drifted.
To: Sugar Daddy:
I love you
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Oct. 1
MM ANON … 🎼” back to black”🎼…… uncomfortably reunion …… “ AND THE CROWDS WENT…… home”… “blend in with the POC”🤣🤣🤣🤣…… Pressed for time. …… PR with blinkers… don’t Sue the messenger …… Harry on camping…… background colour …… “ bloody African Queen ‘ don’t think so”…… “ returning after their triumphant tour “…… OMG’ it’s definitely her
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Oct. 2
MM ANON, This vacuous tart is in need of serious therapy ‘ she’s trying to intimidate the British press who employ Rottweilers as journalists and have brought down whole governments. They string antagonists up by their Gonads and bury pieces of flotsam like nutmeg alive. Not only is this virus on a hiding to nothing,she has underestimated the established reading matter of middle England ‘THE DAILY MAIL. ………… ‘popcorn darlings ‘ popcorn !!!!!!!!!!!
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MM Anon - HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
Oct. 2
MM ANON …… Dear Darlings ‘ today is my birthday 🎼 happy birthday to me🎼…………🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂 2nd Oct. 1944. ……… “ a day that live in ignominy” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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Oct. 2
MM ANON …… Thank you dear Skippy and all your faithful helpers ………… your blog is a joy and a privilege to post on …… GBTQAOGC👑👑👑👑👑 🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧
You are so welcome! We are honoured to have you join us! You are loved!🙏🏻❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Oct. 2
MM ANON …… A TM visit?…… a pitiful cry for help …… “tears of a Crown”…… “ Philip’ stop swearing!!”…… ink block carnage … a scathing edi-TORY-al……”A Sunday surprise “…… “well,well,well’ fe-MAIL- empowerment”…… Fleet St. circling the wagons …… 🎼 “ Homeward bound, I guess ………” 🎼j…… … ace card archificial …… “SA’ well that was a dud Megs”…… leap-Frog to Calipornia 🤫🤫🤫
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Oct. 3
MM ANON …… rogue withdrawal …… a petulant rattle slays fleet st. …… royal analysis paralysis ……… “ settlement now!!!! ……TM lawyers up…… tabloid utopia …… “ This is a bloody tape diversion old thing “…………“A spitting Halloween 🎃 “……… “ remember ‘remember, the 5th of Nov.” …… “ Philip ‘ this year you give the Queen speech”…… 🎆🎇😱🇬🇧💩⚖️⚖️⚖️…… GBTQ.
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Oct. 3
MM ANON , UNDER THE RADAR!!!!!!!! The Queen probably has information and physical evidence appertaining to “It” regarding her “ lost” years. During the summer PW spent a week at MI6 at Vauxhall. ( being briefed?) what on? Suddenly this week there’s a story of a certain acquisition of a “tape” the next day , via H. she sues the MOS regarding a letter. (Smoke And Mirrors) The hinges are falling off that locked door on her past ………………………!!!!!!!! Allegedly.
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Oct. 4
MM ANON …… Meanwhile at CH…… A Family meeting’ o dear!!…… “ One is apoplectic with disappointment “… (two red faces)…… “ this isn’t a game of happy f%#@k families!!!”…… an atmospheric cut…… legs and tails …… They Aga successful …… in the brown Windsor soup……a green beret chum…… nutmeg begs…… happy Harry …… SS documentary’s doom.
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Oct. 4
MM ANON …… Smoke and Mirrors divert us from the elephant in the doom!!!, nothing to do with nutmegs bawling in the bathroom over being picked on by those nasty hacks 🤣🤣🤣 or hacked phones (it’s a daily mine field for the high profiled) abysmal failure on behalf of their security. It’s the tape darlings ‘ murkmegs very sore-did past. Popcorn’POPCORN 🍿 🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿
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Oct. 5
MM ANON …… chocolate sundae …… don’t give up your day job …… single exit west …… a SMALL diversion … “ is he mine?” …… home alone ………… “ I fear for them Philip” …… Duty calls …… 🎼” you wore out your welcome with random precision “🎼……… “ we must talk Harry”……… jack and Jill went up the hill ……… “ it’s all on This memory stick.
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Oct. 5
Does this mean PiersM is a friend of Her Majesty (👑) or a friend of MM?
So many players, so much darkness in this schtick. My brain is fried. Thank you Skippy🐼
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Oct. 6
MM ANON … the Queen …… “ one can’t choose ones family “…… “ Philip loves me doing Melania” …… “I rather liked Donald “ …… “ l frightening Vlad…… “ on our day together she never stopped yapping “ … “Harry ‘ we all make mistakes “… “ the little one, she’s a fireball “ …… “Camilla says she’s illiterate “ … “ what sort of name was that!!!!!”…” What!! Christmas ‘she’ll be lucky “ … “LG ‘ that’s why it’s called the Queens speech ‘ so f#@ck them!!”
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Oct. 7
MM ANON …… “MORGAN ‘ a suitable case for treatment” …… sue- da - nam?
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Oct. 7
MM ANON … Calapornia Dreem-in…… “ To be ‘ or Not to be…” …… “ I made a bit of a boob”……… “ the real Mc- COY darlings “…… “ artistic lie- sense …… “ not my best work”
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Oct. 7
MM ANON …… This is only my opinion on the validity of the alleged article. AN OPINION!! like skippy suggested in all posts , re disclaimer ……… what would be verified in this situation is “ face recognition tech.” ANYBODY?????? 👃🏾👁👄👂
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Oct. 7
MM ANON … lets move on!!!!…… fab unfore-tunate…… pre tour panic… …a fleet-ing vengeance …… “ don’t take this personally”…… “ you have TWO choices”…… “ get your bloody head out the sand”…… “it’s crumbling around your feet”……… “ baby ‘ what baby?”…… “we’re gonna need a bigger Bank”…… 🎼” if I was a rich man”🎼
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Oct. 8
MM ANON … ABANDON YOURSELF TO GOD AS YOU UNDERSTAND GOD ,GIVE OF YOURSELF SELFLESSLY AND JOIN US ,WE SHALL BE WITH YOU IN THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE SPIRIT AND YOU WILL SURELY MEET SOME OF US AS YOU TRUDGE THE PATH OF HAPPY DESTINY ‘ MAY GOD BLESS YOU AND KEEP YOU UNTIL THEN. thanks to all contributors. MM anon.
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Oct. 8
MM ANON … fab two ‘ future Queen……future king …… also rans …… three weddings and a refusal …… Archie-bargy …… a dog with no name …… silent screaming past…… 🎼” there may be trouble ahead “🎼…… “ if I tell you ‘ I’d have to…… “…… everyone is scarfing …… (another private flight)…… Branson island … Mail on payday… … “ please boo the buggers”
Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Oct. 8
MM ANON …… This is only my opinion on the validity of the alleged article. AN OPINION!! like skippy suggested in all posts , re disclaimer ……… what would be verified in this situation is “ face recognition tech.” ANYBODY?????? 👃🏾👁👄👂
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Oct. 9
MM ANON …… “ sorry, not today thank you “…… never EVER explain …… “what happens in house, stays in-house”. ……a special briefing …… another cover-up?…… … glowing anticipation …… special forces …… “unprecedented care”…… a very tired PR …… public appearance nerves …… “we’ll pay you handsomely”…… “she’ll do it or suffer the consequences”
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Oct. 10
MM ANON ……corespondents under the radar …… “MA to MM”…… 🎼” gimme a ticket for an aeroplane”🎼…… “ my baby wrote me a letter” “ I’ve seen the contents of several”…… ‘ thank you LG.”…… “were in need of another f#@ing hole”…… Sheeran a common problem ……” drag her along ‘ your joking”… not seen’ not heard, GOOD!!!!…… Christmas 🧣 scarfs …… 🎼Back in the USA”🎼…… “friends thou hast and their adoption tried ”…(very trying!!!)
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Oct. 10
MM ANON, for Mr Skippy, “ take away my difficulties that victory over them may bear wittiness of thy love ,thy power and thy way of life “ …… GOD BLESS YOU BOTH. 💜💜💜💜🧡🧡🧡🧡
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Oct. 11
MM ANON … aggressive tabloid PR…… desperate image…… manipulate a student …… public fear…… ((loving wife and mother))…… 🎼” Money, get away”🎼…… a fence for Harry …… “ how do I milk this”…… most dangerous tour…… “ I guess I never got the memo”…… the natives are getting restless …… nutmegs public anticipation …… Scrambled eggs!!
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Oct. 12
MM ANON … Sunday sensation??……… LG will give the word…… lots of dirty dirt…… 🎼” love me or leave me”🎼…… when the going gets tough ……”…… “ not another chicken dinner”…… “ is She nice”…… “ I think you should know something”. …… “ Fair is foul,and foul is fair”…… WOW!! ace down the line!!…… “advantage MOS”… location,location vexation.
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Oct. 13
MM ANON … “ THE MOST ANTICIPATED BOOK …… 🎼”Sparkles spangles, see how they shine, sing-a-linga “🎼…… Tom the Bomb… “A woman of sub-stance🤣”…… maybe ‘ sex lies and video tape … 🎼” when you come to the end of a lollipop”🎼… ……” A kid for two farthings” …… “ you know how to whistle don’t you Harry”…… “an obvious cuckold…… “…… home to roost”
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Oct. 13
MM ANON, Tom Bowers , Britain’s most feared biographer is going to write a “TELL ALL” Tome on the evasive one , will we expect 🎼sparkles spangles, your heart will sing , jing-jing-a-ling a 🎼…… OMG, the anticipation for this one is EPIC , 🎼 yachting, hotting, see how she lays ,toss-a-lotta🎼 This author flays his victims alive ‘ WE WAIT IN APOPLECTIC SUSPENSE 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣PLEASE TOM DO TELL “EVERYTHING!, emails,sexts And video tapes. 🎼”Sparkles spangles and deeds”🎼
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Pakistan Tour 14-18
Oct. 14
MM ANON …… Pakistani perfection ……”will anything ever happen?” …… “ she’s a disease” …… HMTQ is feeling the strain ……… oh’ oh , the green eyed monster …… “MA has all the answers” …… ( and the evidence)………” if I had a penny ……… “…………” she got to show, to much gossip!!” ……… “ Harry, Dear heart, pull your head out of the sand” …… “it’s Kismet old thing,kismet!! “
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Oct. 15
MM ANON ……A sense of humour ‘ tuk tuk …… 🎼nobody does it better 🎼……… REAL ROYALTY …… ‘after the Lord Mayor show came the dustcart …… Charlotte the “NEW”future people’s Princess 👸 …… Little Louie people’s Prince 🤴 ……… “, it’s nutmeg crumble for desert marm,…… “ that’s the bloody way to do it!!!”…… “ what’s that other silly tart doing?”…… “it’s a mystery Philip”
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Oct. 16
MM ANON …… On the banks of Huntspill River …… a pretty Sum-erset …… O dear ‘ how not to be princely …… 🎼” everybody’s doing the loco- emotion”🎼……… In the real steps of his mother…… “Protocol, dignity and humour “…… Their successes drove her apoplectic …… LIZARDS 🦎 ……” please George ‘ don’t do that”🦎🦎🦎…… … Nanny doesn’t like🦎🦎🦎…… “I miss the children”…… ROYAL AIR FORCE ONE. …… MI6 and the visit??…… “ de visit was spectacular ‘ de-brief was better”. ……” Thanks M.”
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Oct. 16
MM ANON… nutmegs agenda ‘ write his nauseating tome, push in front, psychologically undermine him , feed his anger and resentment for W&K! , Don’t get near the public ( fears of rejection), continue emotional blackmail, put pressure and endorse his lack of self esteem ,psychotropic drugs?, cry and keep asking him why people hate you ‘, convince him the BRF are against both of them …… question his grasp on reality. This is her agenda ‘ allegedly. Speculation of course.
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Oct. 16
MM ANON … after one year of marriage the boys a total wreck , mounting the Dias in Africa all disoriented ,and blubbering at child works , he’s in a psychotic purgatory that she continues to perpetuate. How does Harry dump the faux bump and find true happiness????? Britain is waiting for the inevitable divorce and the English rose Harry will one day meet. It’s Kismet LG ,pure Kismet!! “ Cry God for Harry’………… “.
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Oct. 16
MM ANON …Harry’s split second mishap…… A choreographed comforter. …… 🎼” 19th nervous breakdown” 🎼…… a plethora of past lovers … 🎼” we have no secrets”🎼🤣🤣…… The announcement,an unstable Stable. …… 🎼” I’m not in love, so don’t forget it” 🎼……… fixan a vixen. ……… nutmeg on Toast……… MA” is he mine? Yup!! ……” accolades on the return”.
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Oct. 17
MM ANON …… Thank you for the wonderful and ingenious humour LH. 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
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Oct. 18
MM ANON …… “Festering,yes”💸💸💸💸”it’s a struggle” 💸💸💸💸……… comment section ‘ #@&*#¥……… “ I was flying “…… 🎼” Never cried when granny died 🎼”……soon,wonderful weekend with the children …… FaceTime mummy’🦎🦎🦎🦎……… “ Kate , ones so proud”…… “ you’re a stalwart William “ …… “ you’re very pretty dressed as a Unicorn 🦄 “…… $h!t !! She’s gone nuclear!, …… well’ that Doc was a load of boll***.…… “shhhh’ I heard that too!!”… gossip darlings ‘ gossip!!… “ all that glitters,”
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Oct. 18
MM ANON, OMG , Harry’s festering, nutmegs struggling, Archificial is having an identity problem. ( “ I wanna know who’s my dad’) ……… “ is it mine”, nutmeg gazing towards a distant horizon, someone with a all knowing smirk gazing back from distant horizon ‘. And there both going to try and flog this p!$$poor Documentary to the savvy Brits. Are they both off their f#@ing trolly , who TF wants to see them whining about how they struggle on 20 million a year , not those trying to pay a mortgage.
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Oct. 18
MM ANON , “ not many people asked if I was alright”, well I wasn’t alright…… , Ahhhhhh , what a shame nutmeg,perhaps if you didn’t fake your pregnancy people would have warmed to you ‘ ( NO , DONT THINK SO ). So nutmeg plays the poor me card , poor me, poor me pour me a drink. ………… I wonder what the RPO conversation is when she’s not being obnoxiously present. , she apparently treats everyone like 💩💩💩💩. I have news nutmeg, Britain doesn’t give a $h!t.
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October. 19
MM ANON …… “ O no , not another f%#ing beautiful Sunday “…… All together, a ROYAL reunion 🦄🦎👸🤴… “ she’s not invited, again🧣“……” O Philip, do lets watch this documentary 🤣🤣“ …… “Really, old thing, really ?”…… “ bloody hell , Charlottes a better actress “……… “ Mummy!! I’ve lost my 🦎” ……” What next LG , the Caribbean and North America with the children?”…… “ Mmmm , Marm that would work ,next year’ someone will be jealous!!” …… “ “what’s that ol’ thing , I’m reading skippy Philip”.
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Oct 19
MM ANON , “THEY DON’T MAKE IT EASY”, I’M OKAY, can’t wait for the trawling that the whiner is going to be subjected to. The comments section of the DE&DM and MOS is 95% negative, and aggressively anti Megain. The Mocumentary will only draw more humiliation and subtle sarcasm from the tabloids. Juxtaposition this with the shining success W&K received on their return from Pakistan and you have the pulse of National opinion. The big takeaway is “Nutmeg is hated”.
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Birthday Surprise - My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia x Reader
You look out of the small window inside of the dormitory room you share with Tsuyu Asui, who is snoring lightly as she sleeps in her green and yellow covered bed. 
Tonight, sleep is having a difficult time taking over your body. You know the reason why but dislike acknowledging it. 
In the fourteen years you have been alive, each birthday is a reality-filled nightmare. The only person in all of U.A. High School you have told the reminiscent stories to is Shouto Todoroki, your best friend. 
Dreading the nightmare that tomorrow will be for another year in a row, but also knowing you need to sleep if you are going to attend your classes on time, you force yourself to go to sleep. 
  *     *     *     *     *
At exactly eight o’clock in the morning, you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock to silence the loud, beeping noise. Looking around the room with tired, (e/c) eyes, you see two surprising things. 
Number one, Tsuyu had awoken before you and headed off to class by herself. You’re able to tell because Tsuyu’s bed is a complete mess and she is not here for you to wake her up like you usually do every morning. 
Number two, Shouto is sitting on the end of your bed with an unreadable expression on his face. 
“Shouto, why are you in my room? I need to start getting ready for class today,” You asked, looking at him, still tired from barely waking up a minute ago. 
The stoic boy spontaneously appearing in your room at the most random of times is nothing new to you. Besides, Tsuyu never minded it either since she too is used to it happening inside of the dorm room. 
“Classes are cancelled today. Come with me to the game store today,” Shouto says. 
Shrugging as you know you have nothing better to do on a rare all class cancellation day, you turn your head to face Shouto. 
“Could you wait down in the lounge room?” I’ll meet you over there after I shower and change out of my pajamas,” You ask him and point blatantly to your top and upper halves of your body covered in (f/c), red dotted pajamas. 
Shouto nods, then leaves, closing the door behind him. 
*     *     *     *     *
Once Shouto retreats himself to the lounge room, patiently waiting for his best friend, he hears the familiar voice of Tsuyu come from the inside of his dark blue jacket. 
Frog to Turtle. Are present, Turtle, ribit?” Tsuyu’s voice asks. 
“Yes, Frog, I am present and currently by myself. Are the preparations going smoothly?” Shouto asks as he takes a red walkie talkie out of his jacket’s inside pocket. 
*     *     *     *     *
Last week, during lunch break between classes, Shouto confided in Tsuyu about the previous disastrous results of (y/n)’s birthday parties. 
He decided to tell Tsuyu because, besides himself, the frog-like female is the only other friend of (y/n)’s. 
It helped even more when everyone agreed to help out with everything involving the special party, even the teachers. The other students all knew (y/n), but weren’t close to her like Shouto and Tsuyu. So, hopefully, the party will help with the lone girl’s social interaction. 
*     *     *     *     *
“Ribit, things are going somewhat smoothly, but Izuku and Eijiro are fighting over whether (y/n) will like light up streamers or glowing, color changing lanterns. Katsuki is in the kitchen with headphones on while he is baking the cake, so that part is going well,” Tsuyu explains. 
“Tell those two to either use both of their ideas or something else entirely,” Shouto responds, annoyed at the two boys’ bickering in the background. 
“Understood, ribit! I’ll let you know when everything is finished!” Tsuyu says happily. 
*     *     *     *     *
After exiting the shower, you throw on a red shirt with “Ice Heart, Fire Body” in light blue letters and green shorts with a yellow stripe on both sides. 
Grabbing your phone, you exit the room, speed walking. 
“Hey Shouto, are you ready to go? We can see if they have some new alien games released or for pre-order,” you tell him with a small smile. 
He formally offers his arm to you. Taking it, the both of you begin walking and make your way off of the campus and into the city. 
“Shouto?” you quietly ask. 
“Yes, (y/n)?” He questions, slightly turning his head to look at you. 
“I know I don’t say this often, but I’m glad you’re my best friend,” you look at him with the same small smile you gave him earlier. 
Whenever you smiled, he always felt honored to be on the receiving end of one of them, considering you didn’t show much emotion, or even affection, most of the time. 
He smiles back and gently takes his arm out of your soft grip. Using his, now free, hand, he pats your head softly and affectionately. 
Arriving to the game store, both your’s and Shouto’s eyes light up at the grand sight. 
The walls are lined up with games for every console available. Below the games are accessories and controllers. Along the middle area are clothing and figurine displays. 
Looking at each other knowingly, the both of you scatter around excitedly and speedily. 
*     *     *     *     *
“Frog, this is Turtle. Come in, Frog,” Shouto’s voice sounds through the walkie talkie. “Present, Turtle, ribit! Is everything going okay?” Tsuyu asks, taking the yellow walkie talkie out of her pocket. 
“Hopefully, all the preparations are finished because (y/n) is very mad,” He states as Tsuyu can clearly hear the (h/c) student’s loud yelling in the background, most likely towards one of the employees. 
You really only ever got upset when it came to video games and the most minor of details to them, especially story lines and sequels. 
“Everything is good so far, so start bringing her over! Make sure her eyes are covered when you guys get here though!” Tsuyu exclaims, cuts the communication line, then begins ordering everyone to prepare for your arrival. 
*     *     *     *     *
Shouto hesitantly sneaks a subtle glance at your fuming form. 
Because of the frightening sight of you being upset and yelling at the game store employee, you were able to get three free games of your choice and a tee shirt. All because of the story line for the sequel to the most popular alien fighting game not being satisfying enough, but also not having the correct characters put into the selection. 
He knows both him and Katsuki can be frightening just by themselves, but you are scarier the both of them combined. 
The walk back to the campus is mostly silent, except for the occasional angry cursing under your breath. 
Arriving on campus, Shouto grabs your hand, stopping you from walking any further. 
“(y/n), I need to cover your eyes, it’s a surprise,” Shouto says, his expression not giving away anything as you look at him suspiciously. 
You shrug and nod your okay, knowing he will never do anything to intentially hurt you or cause damage. 
Putting his hands over your eyes, the both of you slowly walk together as he tells you which way to go. Soon, you guys make it to the back of the school. 
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, (Y/N)!” Shouto uncovers your eyes just in time for you to see the surprising sight. 
To the left, there is the students of 1-A with Tsuyu right up front, smiling brightly at you. Beside her stands your teachers, almost all of them with bright smiles of their own, except for Aizawa, who could only manage a lazy peace sign. You feel grateful he is able to even do something as little as a peace sign. 
Next to them, in the middle, is a large table stacked with many presents, also with a tall cake at the top. 
Finally, on the right are the decorations floating around the whole area. 
Seeing the people, decorations, baked goods, gifts, and sunny sky, (y/n) begins to cry. 
She runs right up to Tsuyu and hugs her tightly with tears streaming down her face, then looks at everyone with her two best friends on each side of her. 
“Thank you, everyone! I’ve never felt so loved,” You give everyone the sweetest smile you can muster. 
Maybe your birthday isn’t such a curse after all. 
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