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gamora-borealis · 4 months
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long rambling essay under the read more about twt phannie discourse / discourse surrounding how people talk about dnp's relationship because I have thoughts I want to get off my chest:
ohh I am so glad I am using twitter less the twt phannies are having discourse again about if you are allowed to think dan and phil act cute together (which yeah most people assume it's in a coupley way but if on the off chance they're actually not a couple then they are still cute and gay besties??? literally doesn't change much???) or that it's bad to wonder if they are soft launching their relationship because of stuff they have said that implies it? like obviously don't tag them in stuff and I get being nervous that they will get recommended stuff on twitter but like, if you keep it to tumblr or discord or your small or private twitter then whatever I don't think it's that big of a deal. they didn't like the speculation when they were in the closet because it became such a huge focus that people were messaging them about it, violating their privacy, other YouTubers were making fun of them or trying to expose them, it was putting a lot of pressure on them to come out, etc (which I think that is what Dan was addressing in BIG and people misunderstand that part because what he said was a little bit clunky in terms of how he organized it because it was hard to talk about!) but I don't think they care if people in fan spaces have opinions on what their relationship is a long as we respect their right to talk about that kind of stuff on their own terms. like the way I view it is like if you had some friends that you thought were maybe dating or flirting and then were like "aw yeah they're cute" or "hmm I wonder if they're..." to your other friends. like I don't think it's cool to say it to the people in question's faces if they haven't openly talked about it yet but I don't think it's bad to wonder based on things you have observed??? idk personally I'm always noticing details and analyzing things because my personality is just like that and sometimes I like to talk about it, not in a spreading gossip way but like an, "in confidence" kind of way to get a second opinion out of curiosity. and like ultimately your want should be for people to be happy and they are the only ones who can decide what kind of relationship/s make them happy and you can respect that while wondering or having an opinion that you don't announce to them (and like, dnp tend to understand that indirects / tumblr / etc are meant for other fans and not them and that if they go looking through tags and stuff that they are going to potentially see these opinions or observations).
also like, I think they really don't care as much now that they are out because the pressure / fear has gone away and now they make jokes about it and call themselves phan and make fun of phannies lol. I think part of the reason that so many people are drawn to their relationship in the first place too is because they are these funny relatable (neurodivergent?) queer parasocial figures in what appears to be a strong / supportive relationship, whether they are together or are queer exes who are still besties and/or queerplatonic and roommates. like we love to see them being themselves / being queer together, whatever that means for them!!! because they've even acknowledged that before they were out they were still queer representation in the sense that a lot of times they subverted society's expectations of masculine friendships in their videos just by being themselves.
also dnp have been very loud about certain things lately I don't think it's weird to be like... are they going to finally reveal something because their behavior lately has been kinda wild! (although maybe they won't because they don't want the general public / locals / news attention about it that might actually be more annoying than the standard/familiar attention from a lot of their fandom and like that's completely fine too).
Idk there is just this weird virtue signaling on twitter that is very annoying to me. like personally I am like yeah a lot of stuff points to them being in a romantic relationship but I could be wrong and either way I really love them and the relationship that they do have and show us on camera. but one doesn't have to qualify with that every time when saying "aw they are cute!" or making an observation about something on your own blog or small account...
honestly if what comes off as virtue signaling to me is actually coming from a place of care, I do respect that... I just also think that some people go out of their way to police or denounce behavior because they are afraid of being identified with people who were actually harmful to dnp when I don't think the behavior they are being mad at in this instance is actually harmful and more so just a natural side effect of being parasocially invested in these two queer guys who have spent most of fourteen years together and have confirmed that their relationship has been "more than just romantic."
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hheavenlysinful · 3 years
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and they were roommates.
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✘ k.k x reader
summary: you’re 10 more pulls from pity and your roommate kenma might just be the only way to get xiao.
wc: 1.7k
✘ fluff; no warnings
✘ an: hi! this is my very first post on tumblr! i hope you enjoy ^-^ asks are open!
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"80," you whined as you kicked open the door to kenma's room. it was midnight and you had still yet to sleep as you consumed cult-like rituals. you didn't believe in sacrifices, but if you had to throw your diluc of the highest mountain in liyue...so be it.
you wanted.... no.  you needed xiao. you had saved up so many primogems, even as ayaka's banner came and went. and it took every single bit of self-control to not pull on yoimiya's banner, especially with the arrival of the cute claymore wielding chibi, Sayu. but if all this pain meant you could have xiao in your hands...it was worth it.
you had begun wishing late at night, at exactly 11:11. it wasn't a really important time, but you'd take any luck you could get. you would have xiao in your party even if it meant swiping money from your non-existent bank account. but...you should have known from your previous summons that the power of god and anime was not on your side. it was terrifying as you wasted 1600 primogems. your heart stopped as the shooting star streaked across your screen, only to fade into a bland colour of purple. but even if you did get a gold star, you would have to fight genshin's worst enemy of all.
the 50/50.
many have tried fighting this enemy, coming out of the fight with a qiqi or a jean. not that you would mind any of them. you were lacking five stars anyway. but... you just wanted xiao. you loved xiao. you loved his design all the way down to his lore. you had farmed everything for him. his ascension materials, exp books, mora.... you had even suffered months in the viridescent domain and even gotten a couple good pieces.
your eyes sullenly looked at the last 1600 primogems.
your last ten pull.
you gulped, closing your eyes as you pulled one last time. you didn't stay on the screen long enough to see the colour change. you pressed skip and waited, scrolling through the ten objects.
but alas.
no five star.
it hit you like a truck as you went back to the wishing screen only to see the 0 primogems mocking you. you scowled at the banner, at the xiao you would never have.
you groaned as you turned off your laptop, tucking your head in your knees.
you really thought you would get him and it's not like you had any money to spend.
the house was quiet the only sounds were coming from a closed-door a mere feet in front of you.
your eyes sparkled.
surely, kenma wouldn't mind....right?
your roommate was a bit introverted, opting to stay huddled in his cozy room. he rarely came out even for dinner. not that you really complained. it was an awkward situation in the first place. he didn't want a roommate or express that he deesired one, and yet here you were. he never really complained either, even seeming to enjoy your presence sometimes. although you had to admit, it was difficult to have a real conversation with the pudding-haired man. but the few conversations you had with him were pleasant and calming.
you took a deep breath as you made your way to his room. you didn't know how to enter. sure, the knocking was a good idea, as it showed respect. but maybe that would be too formal with someone you had lived almost a year with.
you kicked open the room, ignoring the small screech that came from the lean, slouching figure.
"y/n, hello." his mouth gripped into an odd smile as his eyes darted from his pc screen to you, clad in only a thin shirt and shorts.
"hi, kenma, I have a favour—"
"uh, wait a moment." something like a blush glazed over his cheeks as he looked back to the screen. "no chat, that's not— chat. no."
confusion must have shown all over your face as kenma whirred towards you in his chair.
"i'm streaming," he rubbed his neck awkwardly as if he had just proclaimed something embarrassing.
"oh," you chuckled,  stepping from one foot to another, "i'll just leave—"
"no." he stopped you abruptly, almost getting out of his chair, pausing at your firm figure.
"chat," he pointed towards his pc, "wants to uh... meet you?"
you couldn't tell if he was asking for your permission or giving you an order but you chuckled softly before walking towards him.  it was hard to not let your blush show was you took him in, sleep-deprived eyes and all. his shirt slightly rode up near his hips, the small slip of lean muscles full-on display. the sweatpants clutched at his waist, loosely covering his legs. his arms were fidgeting, small flexes of his biceps catching your eye. you nervously chuckled as you stood behind his chair, arms hovering over the top of his head.
"wait," kenma rose, skittering over to his bed to get an oversized crimson hoodie, "put this on."
you nodded embarrassingly before slipping on his hoodie, moaning slightly at the warmth that seeped into your arms. he motioned for you to sit on the chair, to which you furiously shook your head.
"no, n-no, I'll uh just...stand," you muttered. kenma rolled his eyes, pushing you towards the chair. it was a side of him you had never seen. though he kept his slightly awkward facade, his eyes glimmered with a slight slyness. it was utterly beautiful. the dark circles under his golden eyes seemed to disappear as he gave a smile to the stream. you blushed at the compliments and comments that rushed in the chat.
she's so pretty?!?!?!?!?!
omigosh please she's blushing it's so groineorignerrg
are you single????????????
are you and kenma dating :0
it was the last question that caught your eye, your heart beating uncontrollably.
"i- uh, um no, see—"
"chat calm down," he rolled his eyes, but the teasing glint still remained. the smirk that wavering on his mouth grew into a full-blown smile as you groaned into the warm soft texture of the hoodie.
"this is y/n," he smiled towards, "my roommate."
"this is...chat," he motioned to a screen filled with random emojis of cats.
"hi," you murmured as you shyly looked away from the camera.
"hmm," kenma hummed, "what were you here for?"
"oh," it wasn't till then you remembered why you were in his room.
"i wished today," you sadly said, a monotone tone engulfing your still shy voice.
"oh yeah, the xiao banner is today isn't it."
you nodded, looking down at the ground.
"did you get him?"
you silently stared at your hands covered with the long sleeves of the crimson hoodie.
"did you lose the 50/50," he asked, patting your head softly. you felt like a cat, as you leaned into his soft touch.
"i didn't have even have enough wishes to pity," you pouted, "i'm stuck at 80."
"and you came to ask for more?" he couldn't hide the teasing smile that peeked onto his mouth, the corners of his lips turning up into a humour-filled smile.
you only pouted, grumbling about the lack of luck you seemed to have.
"well," he looked towards the stream and the flurries of comments that asked him to get you xiao, "how about this."
he reached over your head, muting himself. his mouth hovered over your ear his warm breath wafting over your neck.
"turn off the camera," he whispered. your fingers trembled as you slowly turned off the camera. he leaned back, his forearm laying on the crown of the chair. you were about to talk, random words popping in your head as you opened your mouth.
you yelped as kenma suddenly whirled the chair around, the loud screeches of the chair echoing in the otherwise silent room.
"hi?" your voice was no louder than a whisper as you looked into the intense gold of kenma's eyes. he loomed over you, loose strands of hair tickled your nose.
"hmm," was all he said as he came closer, one leg right beside yours and the other anchoring himself to the ground. his arms laid right next to your hunched-up shoulders, trapping you. and though at this moment you ought to be frightened, you couldn't help the strange excitement that bubbled in your stomach.
he came closer, lips only a finger width away from your own. you closed your eyes, waiting for the soft impact it seemed you desired.
you only opened your eyes when kenma let out a soft laugh.
"your face," he wheezed slightly. you threw him an incredulous look, a scowl growing on your face. you swore as you threw your hands around his neck, pulling him in for a slight impact.
your lips moulded together, it was nice. softness and the taste of apples lingered on your tongue, on your lips as he slowly moved away.
it was your turn to laugh. a dark red blush had smacked itself on his cheeks, the colour trailing down his neck. he stuttered as he averted his gaze from your slightly swollen lips.
"your face," you mocked, rolling your eyes. "can i get xiao now."
he looked at your face as if he could see the invisible heat that rolled of your skin. you pouted, eyebrows pinched together. kenma moved back, hand covering the blush that continued to burn his skin.
"yes," he muttered as you pushed you towards the computer, motioning for you to log into your account. he refused to answer any of chat's questions as you gleefully logged in. though it was hard to hide that something had happened, especially at the unnatural blush that kenma still bore.
"stop chat," he whined as you chuckled.
you sighed into his touch as he grabbed your shoulder, small circular motions making you melt into his touch.
you may not get xiao, but you did get something slightly better. you smiled at kenma.
"how many primogems?" he asked as he looked at the store.
"oh just enough to make one ten pull." you nonchalantly said as you watched the elegant cursor hover the 980 genesis crystals. you hadn't ever bought primogems as you were a free-to-play player allowing you to double your purchase. a sinister look crept into kenma's gaze as the mouse snapped to the last option.
"kenma," you screeched, "no."
"kenma," he smiled, "yes."
you growled as he went through the transaction.  you blanched at the 12960 primogems now in your possession.
that was enough for 80 wishes.
"c1 xiao, chat?" he asked, chuckling at the flurries of excited yes.
you continued to scowl, but when you saw the pure happiness that glowed in his golden eyes...you couldn't help but smile.
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redsector-a · 3 years
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AO3 Ask Game
I was tagged by @themarshalstale which, thank you so much! I feel like I always get missed on these (I know why, it’s been 84 years since I published anything but still). 1. How many works do you have on ao3?
46 it seems. Which...look I’m slow man so that’s not surprising. lol Also crippling depression does not make for much production, at least for me.
2. What’s your current AO3 wordcount?
309662 according to the stats.
3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
So do I could only AO3 or in like life? lol I suppose it should only be on AO3 since this is an AO3 ask game. Hrm. Basically AO3 can be summed up as: Marvel (in several iterations - all Avengers related) Torchwood Highlander But isn’t it more fun to consider my entire fandom life, which, I’m sorry, I’m old so...yeah. Not all of this is was published and beyond that a lot is not available anymore...which is likely for the best. Highlander Star Wars Babylon 5 Ronin Warriors/Samurai Troopers Marvel (again, several iterations also of note Avengers and X-Men both count) Torchwood Star Trek LOTR Stargate (SG-1, SGA) Mortal Kombat I dabbled with the idea of Potter fic but never got past the ideas stage.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
1: You rearrange me till I’m sane Clint finds himself spiraling into a deep depression after the Battle of New York...until the Winter Soldier ends up saving him and inadvertently giving him a new purpose – to save the man that the Soldier had once been – Bucky Barnes. Not one to be outdone, the Soldier decides that his new mission is to ensure that Clint remains alive himself. Protecting a blonde man with a self-destructive streak is somehow very familiar to him. Through the back and forth of who is saving whom they cross the country and learn more about themselves and each other – and perhaps find a reason for living. 2: Five Dates Bucky Didn’t Realize He Was on And the One He Planned Himself To say that Bucky was surprised when Clint kissed him was an understatement. But it was nothing compared to the shock he felt when he learned they'd been dating for months without him realizing it.Clint gets whisked away for a mission before they have time to talk and Bucky is left to figure things out on his own - hindsight being 20/20 he can't help but wonder how he missed things the first go around.
3: Puck Luck Bucky Barnes is used to the ups and downs of an NHL season. He's used to the unpredictability of the game, knows that bounces don't always go your way, but that doesn't make a broken hand in the final third of the season any easier to deal with. Especially not when he ends up with an impromptu roommate/personal assistant in the form of one Clint Barton - his agent, Natalia Romanova's (rather attractive) friend he hadn't known existed before his injury.
It's just for six to eight weeks - what could possibly happen in that span of time?
4: Loose Lips Launch Ships
Based on the following prompt: “We go to school together and I think you’re cute and apparently you’re also the pizza delivery guy and my little sibling opened the door screaming hey sibling! you know that kid you’re in love with? you really weren’t kidding when you said his jawline could cut steel holy shit-” Bucky is the pizza delivery guy. Clint's younger (foster) brother has a big mouth.
5: Indelible Bucky Barnes has a pretty decent life – a good job, good friends, a cat that adores him - but something is missing. He’s always found body art to be beautiful and inspiring, and on a whim (and with the hope that maybe he can find what he’s missing) he decides to take the plunge and get a tattoo. That's how he meets Clint Barton. Clint's talented and compassionate and there is an instant spark between the two of them. It's not long before Bucky finds himself wondering and wanting more from the relationship despite the ghosts of the past that crop back up. Because Clint makes him feel normal in a way he truly hasn't for years...
(this was pre-Alpine so I was totally chuffed when canon confirmed Bucky’s status as a crazy cat lady (affectionate).
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not.
I really really really want to do it but I often times don’t end up doing it. There are a few reasons. First, I am akwward AF and bad at interaction adn I feel like just saying thank you would be...not enough? Second - I often times tend to like...turtle (aka retreat into myself) when life gets Too Hard/Busy which happens a lot to me (sigh) and then I miss the vague window in my mind in which it would be okay to respond and then it’s even more weird. I do love and cherish all of them. Like there was one months ago that made me go “hmm...I didn’t think I was going to do a sequel to that fic (You rearrange me till I’m sane), timestamp glimpses sure but a sequel hadn’t come to mind” but then the comment made me think! So...who knows? lol Anyway, I literally have been rereading some in an effort to try and get myself going again. Know that if you have commented, I love you.
6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
At the moment? Probably: Look at you look at me Bucky's in love with Clint - problem is he's really not supposed to be. For Winterhawk Week 2019 - Forbidden Love (I really don’t want to give away the spin in the fic but...if you’re familiar with the Secret Avengers Vol 2 run circa 2013ish (aka when SHIELD initially ‘took control of the team’) that’s a bit of a hint as to the spin). Were it done, Torch Song would be up there. ;) Torch Song Clint is sent back in time, via an alien device, to 1938. While he tries to figure out how to get back home, he takes up singing and entertaining to make ends meet and does his best to not disrupt the timeline.Then he meets a 21 year old Bucky Barnes. --- A torch song is a sentimental love song, typically one in which the singer laments an unrequited or lost love, either where one party is oblivious to the existence of the other, where one party has moved on, or where a romantic affair has affected the relationship.
7. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?
Does *wanting* to write crossovers count? lol I want, so badly, to do more crossovers and fusions (which...are kinda deeper versions of crossovers in a way). The only one I do have posted is a crossover between Highlander and Torchwood -
The Immortal Mr. Jones A series of vignettes (some long, some short) in the life of the newly immortal Ianto Jones. My most ambitions project that I have been working on since late 2011/early 2012 is a fusion of the Avengers with Stephen King’s the Stand. I will get that done at some point *shakes fist*  The Stand, for those who don’t know it, is an epic 1000+ page novel about a flu epidemic (I know) that wipes out over 99% of the population and then two figures representing Good and Evil pull the survivors in two directions for a showdown. So basically it’s a non-powered modern AU set in that universe. It’s a passion and comfort project. lol
8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Yes. Well, minor bitching back when I was in a prior fandom because I tagged a pairing in a fic but it was pre-slash and not labeled as pre-slash. I got hate on...I think it was Torch Song? And I’ve gotten hate on tumblr re me and my fic in general as well. Fandom! *jazz hands* Oh! And I’ve also been hit by those reviewers within Winterhawk (among general Clint pairings actually) who like rate you on either number scales or the “meh” scale. Which isn’t hate exactly but...it’s passive aggressive bullshit because I can’t believe none of them realize at this point that the authors can see their bookmarks - you know?
9. Do you write smut?
Yes. Do I write it well? I have no idea. lol
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I am aware of. Well...there was, I think, one of those reposting sites that had a few fics on it but I don’t think it was being passed off as someone else’s? I can’t quite recall. It’s why I have a note on AO3 about reposting my work anyway.
11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Not entirely, but sort of. Let me explain - I am part of a PBEM game; which for those unfamiliar since it’s a term that was most heavily in use 15-20 years ago, in which you basically do a round robin type writing thing but rather than everyone writing the same characters you write your own characters and you play off what other people have done. Another way of looking at it is  it’s basically DnD without dice and written down rather than done out loud. You also don’t have to all be around at the same time. It’s a lot of fun and yes I have been in it for 20 years even though there aren’t many of us left but they are some of my dearest friends and fabulous writers. Wins all around.  One of the other writers and I have actually toyed with the idea of doing a co-written fic actually, mostly because we work super well together and keep getting ideas for things but can’t really do them as rpgs since the pbem style isn’t used much anymore.
12. What’s your all time favorite ship?
Winterhawk probably. Though, let’s be real - Han & Leia are epic and amazing as are John & Delenn (from Babylon 5).
13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?
Does wanting to expand The Black Stallion books as a wee child count? lol Not much of that was written save for world building ideas but there was a great oral tradition of telling stories to my friends. Otherwise...maybe a tie between Star Wars and Highlander. Star Wars was a love since I was super young but the writing bug didn’t hit me until around the same time Highlander was a thing as well.
14. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? You rearrange me till I’m sane for sure. Though Torch Song, if it were finished, would be tied I imagine (I suck at picking favorites). Honorable mention to Puck Luck and Indelible. Tagging: I have seen this like a million times (okay 5) so I feel like everyone has been tagged already that I know. But...I guess... @vexbatch @crazycatt71 @heartonfirewrites and @disruptedvice sorry if anyone has been tagged before.
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jeonandjoonie · 3 years
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Just One Day
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You have a crush on your boxing T.A. college au. Jungkook X Reader.
word count: ~10,900k
W: NONE
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Kids.
You couldn’t believe that for your last semester in college you would have to take a physical education class. You still curse your advisor when you remember the day.
You were walking happily to your appointment prepared to turn in your graduation application only to be told that you were not set to graduate. Your previous advisor didn’t notice the unfulfilled requirement. You almost cried and immediately went to your apartment to search up any physical Ed classes that would satisfy the requirement.
Of course being so late in registering, all the basic classes such as Yoga, Gym, and Dance were filled. You looked over the list, even weight training had a waitlist of 5. You were beginning to feel hopeless as you saw Judo and Tennis having a waitlist as well. There must be an open one!!
And how much your heart delighted when you noticed a class that was full but had no waitlist! Your eyes immediately crossed over to the left to see what class it was.
Boxing.
Taken back, you pushed back the stress from clouding your mind. Thinking of having to not only work out but be punched down Sighing, you quickly clicked on the class to register accepting your doom. Another couple hundred dollars invested into your degree, taking a class you were not interested in.
With the start of the semesters you passed through all your classes easily already feeling like a master in your discipline. You walked happily from class to class. You were especially happy that your internship and student work study all fit perfectly within your schedule.
You plopped yourself onto your tiny single bed. In a few hours you’ll have to get ready for your first day of Boxing. 3-hour class, two times a week, it made you want to cry. Your classes started at 6 and it was past 4 when you got to your apartment, so you quickly went to your kitchen to eat. You wanted your food to be digested before class to prevent yourself from vomiting.
You settled for some leftover mango rice and smoked salmon that accumulated from days before. Neither were yours, but you and your three other roommates agreed that when food has been in the fridge for more than two days it’s a free for all.
"Hey, __" your roommate, literally roommate which you share your room with, patted your head as she passed you. "Do you want to do our nails and talk about our 5-year plans and then eat ice cream?" She shouted from your shared bedroom.
" Sorry, can’t!" You shouted back to her, "I got that boxing class tonight!" You continued to shout even though she was now in front of you. You wanted the whole world to hear your misery.
"Oh, that sounds like fun!" She responded leaning onto the counter
" Ugh. Please, it’s going to be such a waste of time. Punching people is one thing but having to let someone punch me sounds so annoying" you complained putting your dishes in the sink.
"Stop crying, I’m sure they won’t have you fight anyone. I bet it’ll just be like learning posture or something. It’ll probably just be the basics".
"True... Anyways do you have any clothes I can borrow real quick? I didn’t have time to buy any"
"Sure, What’s the dress code"
“I dunno, the guy just said casual and comfortable for the first day", you thought it over " just sweats, I have a t-shirt. Please!"
When you asked for sweats you didn’t think it was going to be an issue. Sweats are pretty much one size fits all. You should have known better as you looked at yourself in your floor length mirror. Minah's gray sweats were clinging to your butt and legs.
"Oh my god Minah, what is your size? a size negative zero, I feel like I’ll explode. Did you get this at the kids’ section".
"Shut up, those are the only ones I have…they kind of shrunk when I washed them" she mumbled the last part. You knew Minah was skinnier than you, but you didn’t expect it to be this much maybe just a size or two. "they don’t even look that bad, they fit really snug on me after the wash".
Seeing your disappointing stare, she quickly fusses over you. "Fine. Bend down, run, jump or do whatever boxers do. Let’s see how they look".
You jumped, kicked, and ran in place. You dropped it low a couple times to feel the strain on your thighs and butt.
"I mean…I guess they’re okay" you studied yourself again "you know what, it’s no big deal it’s like I’m wearing yoga pants"
Minah laughed "You’re so right! why are we even discussing this?"
You looked at her putting on a pout "they look like yoga pants, but they feel like they’re about to rip. Look, my pockets are sticking out!"
Finally getting annoyed with you, Minah sighed loudly throwing her hands up in a dramatic flair "Wear them, don’t wear them. Hurry up cause it.." she looks at her rose gold wrist watch with faux diamonds around the frame, the one you gifted her for Christmas. Yes, you are proud of your gift. "Oh my gosh, __ you need to go it's 5:50! Isn’t your class at 6?" Minah looked at you with wide eyes.
"What?!" you squeaked. You didn’t want to be late, you couldn’t given the fact that you were on the waitlist. You can’t give off a bad impression now. "Oh my…oh my gosh" you muttered to yourself quickly, slipping on a black t-shirt. You grabbed your bag and ran towards the front door to slip on your black shoes. Which was a struggle and you later realized it would have been easier and maybe faster to untie them and then put them on.
You reached out for the door handle only to have it hit you against your forehead.
"Oh my gosh" three voices chorused at the same time.
Sohee your other roommate gasped as she grabbed your arm to inspect your injury. However, you simply brushed her away as you were already late. "__, wait are you okay, I’m so sorry"
"It's fine, I’m good!” you yelled back as you ran the two blocks to your campus. only to getting slightly lost as you turned a right and not a left. You didn’t even have time to blame it on your possible concussion. Can you get a concussion? you don’t know. But you almost threw up with nerves when you realized you made the wrong turn.
You need to get into this class. Your graduation depended on it. Although you’re sure they will squeeze you in when they realize you’re a senior, you still want to be in good standing with the instructor if you planned on slacking off in class.
Reaching the gymnasium doors, you tried to control your breathing. You haven’t run this fast since you had to run miles in middle school. You felt dizzy and tried hard not to think about your burning calves.
Inside looked nothing like you thought it would. You imagined dark lights, punching bags, and maybe some weights. However, there were only large mats laid out on the floor. A small group of students seated in front of what you figured is the instructor. You quickly ducked your head trying to hide yourself as you sat down in the back. There were two other people standing next to him wearing head gear and strapping on boxing gloves.
"And who is the new intruder?" the instructor, Mr. Kang or Mino, questioned out loud.
You shyly smiled (or what you thought was a cute shy smile) when in reality you looked like a nervous wreck, trying to hide the fact that your legs were burning and you were breathing too hard. Hmm? was that sweat running down your neck.
"I’m ___, I should be on the waitlist"
Mino made a huge show of flipping the pages of his clipboard. "Ah yes __, I see you here. Well if you still want this class you’re in luck because three people dropped out this morning"
Even though you were practically hyper venting in your seat and you're pretty sure the sweatpants were cutting your circulation. You felt such a relief wash over you.
“Just don’t make a habit out of being late, 25 minutes is unacceptable, 5 more and I would have kicked you out. Next time make sure to email me beforehand"
If you didn’t look like a nervous wreck before, you sure did now. You nodded your head too afraid to speak from the embarrassment.
"Come get your syllabus after class, we’ve already gone over it”, he looked around “Everyone this is why I stress that you should attend every class and be here on time, every moment is important" he clapped his hands, “now for the fun part: the demonstration”. He turned towards the two people standing at his side, “like I said these are two of my excellent students who are in boxing III, they volunteered their time to be here and help me teach this course. so please give them the same respect you will give me" he turned towards them once more giving them a nod as a sign to begin. The two guys started to face each other and sway around.
"These are more advanced moves, we won’t be learning these in this course but I want you to see..."
The instructor's voice drifted off as you watched the two guys start to move and jab at each other. They were fast and moving so quick on their feet. Your eyes lingered on to their legs. Interesting…very interesting. With these types of demonstrations maybe this class wouldn’t be so bad.
The two guys continued to "punch" each other bouncing in their spot. "Whoos" can be heard from the students around you who knew what was happening. It did look like the one in all black was beating the one in a blue shirt. The guy in blue was larger than the other which says a lot since they both look fit.
You were startled out of analyzing as Mino clapped his hands, "Okay. Okay, guys that’s enough thank you".
He applauded and everyone followed along. As did you, poking your head in between the seated bodies in front of you trying to get a better look of the guys. The guy in all black had tattoos on his hand and arm. The one in blue had a tattoo running up his neck. You were curious to see how it would spread out on his body. When he fully took off his head gear, wow….
Oh….
Wow…
You were amazed. These guys are so handsome. They are the straight definition of charming. You almost wanted to reprimand him for risking his stunning features. He gave a boxy smile "Hi, everyone my name is Taehyung".
“Hi Taehyung” a couple of aspiring class clowns responded back.
"Hi, I’m Jungkook" the voice next to him said.
Your eyes turned to him. The one in all black. To say your heart stopped would be an understatement because you are sure your brain cells did to. You froze in your spot, zoning in on his pretty face. Noticing the way his eyes crinkle despite his attempt to look serious. The charm and absolute power that oozed out of him was no intimidation to you, for your newfound adoration for his aura and beauty captivated you more. So much that you are willing to freeze in the spot if it resulted in you taking him in.
You continued to stare at Jungkook. This time zoning in on his lips, not yet picking up on his squinted eyes trying to meet yours for he felt you blunt stare and felt slightly amused. Jungkook, what a guy, what a man, what a-
“Okay class, let’s begin some basic moves everybody! Get to the mats".
Upon hearing more chatter and the squeaks of shoes, like on autopilot your body stood up. You were out of your trance once you realized you were staring at the back of Jungkook's neck. You quickly got into a spot in the back corner wanting a place where no one will see if you happened to rip your sweats or see your lame attempt at following along. You tried to make sure you have a view on that Jungkook guy, but blocking your view was a couple other people. You didn’t even have the privilege of seeing his calf. You decided to just admit defeat and listen to Mino. The class began with basic exercises that seemed even more difficult than the jumping jacks and squats you did in your room earlier.
"Hey are you alright?". You jumped back upon hearing a voice at your side, "Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, are you good?"
It was Taehyung.
"Huh, wha- why?.. no, no I’m good"
"Okay it just seemed like you were struggling a bit”
"No I’m fine. Everything is fine…haha" you said as you lunged your leg forward like everyone else did to show him you were right on track. Can he notice the agony on your face that was caused by the ridiculous sweats?
“How about your forehead?” he asked, pointing to his own, upon seeing the confusion in your eyes.
“OH” you exclaimed a little too loudly, placing a hand on your forehead.
Taehyung gave you a short smile and a short nod as he jogged up to his spot in front of your section.
How considerate. As the exercises began you were now aware of Taehyung eyes. He tried to act like he was casually glancing at you and not keeping an eye on you. You would love to say it was due to that fact that he thought you were cute, but you knew it was because of the sweat that now adorned your face and the puffs that escaped your mouth. You haven’t exercised properly in ages.
As you continued your moves you were beginning to feel itchiness from the band around your ankles. You lifted the band as much as you can, only to be horrified with the deep red marks imprinted around your ankles. You looked up in shock meeting Taehyung's eyes. He immediately rushed to your side .
“Are you crazy?” He asks you with wide eyes “You need to go change”
“I’m okay” you tried keeping your voice hushed as to contour Taehyung's loud exclamation that had people around you turning their heads.
“No, this is bad,” Taehyung said, trying to find Mino to gain his attention.
“No, No, I’m fine” you hiss at Taehyung “Go away”.
Taehyung ignores you as he stands at high alert waiting for Mino to come to your side. You noticed Jungkook trailing behind him.
As the two men approached, Taehyung simply pointed at your ankles which were lamely covered by your hands.
Jungkook rushes to your side and tries to lift your sweats to see the damage done. If you weren’t so mortified by the attention given by everyone in the class, you would have swooned at his proximity.
“I’m fine” you mumble.
“No,” Mino says, meeting Jungkook’s eye “you should go home. Class is almost finished anyways”.
Feeling defeated your get up to your feet keeping your eyes on the ground. Being this close to them you realized how small you are. You hid behind Jungkook’s body to hide from your class's attention.
“I’m okay” you try to reason with Mino, “just a little tight” you tried to laugh.
“Miss?”
“__”
“___” Mino repeated, “I’m responsible for you in this class and I won’t allow for any injury no matter how small or big. Please, you're excused to go home”.
Slumping your shoulders and keeping your head to the ground you sighed, “Okay”.
In any other situation you would have taken this as a fortunate luxury, a blessing in disguise, but since Jungkook was witness to this (and Taehyung) you felt embarrassed. You didn’t want them to think of you as dumb. I mean you are leaving a boxing class early due to an injury caused by your tight sweats.
“and ___,” he called out to you as you made your way to the door ,”please come to class on time and be properly dressed”.
Yeah, this had to be one of the dumbest moments in your life.
You grumbled your way to your second class of boxing. After the first class, you went home and cried to your roommates about how embarrassing it was. Although you didn’t have time to wallow in your embarrassment due to the difficulty of peeling off the sweats. The girls helped you lather ointment on your red marks. The stinging and itchiness can now be felt with the cool air hitting your skin. You and Minah were scolded by Tara, your other roommate, for putting yourself in danger in “cutting off your damn ankles!”. You tried to protest only to be hushed by Sohee. With the way things were that night it would seem like you and Minah were the kids to your mothers Tara and Sohee. So, to fit into your new role you stuck out your tongue at both of their backs as they left your room and Minah tried to suppress her giggles.
You really didn’t want to go to the next class, but that degree was on the line. What would be your excuse? That you were publicly embarrassed in front of your class?
This time around you made sure to buy some sweats and cute shiny shorts. You will be prepared. Well not that prepared, as you slipped on the shorts you noticed how you didn’t even shave. So, you had to go back to the black sweats you brought.
To your massive egos surprise, no one seemed to care or remember about you. You made sure to arrive 10 minutes early and found yourself with three other early birds. Not even Mino or his helpers were here. You felt a little ridiculous but it’s better than being late. So, you sat against the wall scrolling through your phone waiting for the time to pass. It was 4 minutes before class when the chatter in the gym began to get louder. You looked up to see that everyone was here including your instructor. You remembered that you had to get the syllabus but now he was surrounded by eager students talking about God knows what. You are aimlessly glancing around trying to find a chance where your instructor could be alone. You slowly made your way closer to the group of seated students. You spotted Jungkook talking to Taehyung. They were also getting crowded by students. You watched how Jungkook walked over to the mats with one of the students and began to demonstrate something with his feet. Your guessing it’s his feet with how everyone is staring at his feet and he keeps looking down as he talks. You are admiring the way he moves his pretty lips as he talks when your vision of him is once again blocked by somebody. A boxy smile. A handsome smile. Taehyung.
You watch him walk over to you with a smile on his face as he waves a sheet of paper in his right hand.
“You need this” he states handing you the class syllabus.
“Yes. Thank you” you reach out for the paper. Your eyes skimmed through the paper making mental notes of the exam dates and random quizzes.
To your surprise you felt Taehyung still standing next to you. Feeling shy all of a sudden you focused more on the text.
“So… why boxing?” he suddenly asks with a gleam in his eye. He stared at you waiting for an answer.
“Why not?” you challenge him, “am I not boxing material?”
“I never said that” Taehyung defends himself, “just trying to make conversation to avoid having to…” he nudges back to where all the students are surrounding Jungkook.
You stop yourself from snorting, “I need it to graduate”
“Oh, you’re a senior?” he asks with interest.
“Yup, with a physical requirement I didn’t know I needed till the last minute”.
“So, this was the only option” Taehyung looks at you with pity understanding the lack of enthusiasm in your voice as you tell him your sad tale.
“It’ll be fun” he says with a smile” just look like you're trying and you’ll pass”.
You shrug and give him a smile. He was nice.
“Listen you don’t have to try hard and with everyone else you’ll be average. Trust me, this is my second year helping the beginner’s course. I’ve seen worse. A lot of freshmen who are over their heads”.
You laughed at that “It’s cute though, right?” you joked with him.
“Yeah, it’s cute, until they hurt themselves. All fired up kids,” Taehyung thought for a moment,
“actually it's embarrassed freshmen and then fired up second years that think they matured overnight or something”
You laughed at his analogy, remembering the cockiness that came from some of your classmates of sophomore year.
“You’re so right” you said, clapping your hands laughing.
Taehyung laughed along with you, “honestly though I wouldn’t mind going back. To be a bit naïve. Thinking of graduating makes me nervous”
“aww” you cooed at him reaching over to pat his arm.
Taehyung rolls his eyes, this time at you.
“What are your plans?” you ask him.
“Art Courier”
“Art” you ask surprise.
“Yea” he smiles, “I love it. I’m also volunteering at an art gallery downtown. Its local art, it’s nice”
“So why are you nervous?”
He looks at you, “Aren’t you?”
You shrugged, “I don’t know, I mean I got an internship out of town. I’m hoping to stay there for a short while. Then I want to come back to Kim Corp.”
He smiles at you, “Those are big plans”.
“Yeah… but yeah, I guess I’m nervous but like an exciting kind” you tilt your head, “like butterflies or dragonflies in my stomach”
“Dragon flies? that’s new” he chuckles, “mine are like crashing waves so sometimes it gets nauseating”, he pouts slightly thinking hard, “it’s exciting”. He sighs, “the truth is I’m applying for a master's and I just turned in my last application, so it’s this waiting period”.
“Ahhh, I see” you pat his shoulder once more giving him a smile, “good luck!”
Taehyung smiles back at you turning his full body to face you “thanks, you too”.
“Taehyung!”
Taehyung's name being called interrupted your mutual understanding of senior nervousness and friendship that was forming between the two of you. You lifted your head to the voice that interrupted such a sweet moment. Your eyes were ready to squint at the rude person, but they only softened upon finding the irritated face of Jungkook.
“Oops, got to go, seems like those fired up sophomores are getting to him” Taehyung whispers to you before he jogs up to a furrowed brow Jungkook who is still surrounded by eagerly waiting students. You wait for him to possibly shift his glance towards you. Readying a reassuring and “haha, yikes'' face to show him. However, he kept his gaze locked on Taehyung till he arrived at his side. You pout as you give up and stuff your syllabus into your bag.
Later that evening while the class was practicing a two step footwork you notice Jungkook teaching a student a few rows ahead of you. You watch carefully as he slowly makes his way down to your back corner. Is this your time? The moment in which you have him all alo-on-ne, to have a “private conversation" with him. You hoped. Jungkook was examining the student in front of you. You were next. You lowered your head focusing on your feet. You tried to remain calm even though the anticipation of talking to him was weighing down on you. You stole a quick glance at his feet, they were headed towards you. Here it goes.
“Hey Jungkook!”
Oh my gosh.
“Jungkook, Am I doing it right?”
You’ve got to be kidding me.
You lifted your head to see Jungkook making his way to the kid next to you. There Jungkook goes helping those eager hogging students that take any second with Jungkook away from you. Should you also feign ignorance to the movements in class? Even though you’re sure you probably really do need the extra attention. However, those kids just want to be praised by the “cool" Jungkook. You just want to talk to him.
The following weeks had no progress both with your boxing and with Jungkook. Thankfully your friendship with Taehyung grew as you both would be catching up with each other before classes. And you’re pretty sure you’ve seen Jungkook try to make his way over to you guys only to be stopped by some over achievers. You once asked Taehyung why he doesn’t teach the kids only for him to say he doesn’t need the experience unlike Jungkook who is majoring in Exercise Science (and a minor in art, which is where they meet and become friends). You only huffed in response and told him to give him a break. Taehyung just shrugged and went back on his phone. The talks with him were fine. Taehyung had good humor and amazing story telling skills, once in a while he would reveal subtle information about Jungkook. You would try to slyly ask him questions about Jungkook. You found yourself knowing a little about him every day.
One of the most amazing days though was when you were coming out of the bathroom after class and you overheard Taehyung’s unforgettable laugh and Jungkook’s -surprising- high pitched laughter. You walked slowly towards the divine laughter. You had to hide yourself behind a pillar when you saw them stop before an elevator.
“Those sophomores are so competitive! Hmmm… It reminds me of someone” Taehyung says jokingly, tapping his finger on his chin.
Jungkook shoves him playfully.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding” Taehyung raises his hands in defeat before Jungkook could put him into a headlock. Their rough playing is stopped with the "ding" sound of the elevator doors.
The "ding" also reminds you of what you were doing: hiding behind a pillar like a loser and overheating these guys. At this point it was odd since you were actually friends with one of them. I mean you did have Taehyung’s number and he would occasionally text you to tell you when he (or Jungkook) would not be in class.
You slowly inched your foot, not trying to make noise. You were ready to leave but halted when you heard Jungkook’s voice as they headed inside the elevator.
“So, what did you and __ talk about this time?”
HUH
Did he?
“Oh, I told her about your obsession with banana milk”
“Taehyung!”
Is all you heard before the doors closed.
Okay… what was that about?
Did they talk about you?
Was this an ongoing thing? Taehyung never told you about Jungkook’s supposed obsession with banana milk (cute by the way). Does this mean anything?
You groan as you make your way back to your apartment. Your head was spinning Did he…or did he not? Or did Taehyung just tell him once about all your “interesting” conversations that
Jungkook just routinely started asking him about it?
Your heart thumped at all the possibilities.
Whatever the reason it seemed he had an okay opinion about you. Right? I mean the best outcome you can hope is to be his friend because from what you see in class, and what you’ve heard from Taehyung, Jungkook does seem like a cool and genuine guy. And you’re not doing him (or Taehyung) any justice by eavesdropping on their conversations and following them. At that moment you decided to stop your shy approach and borderline creepy behavior towards him. You were an adult for goodness sake not a love-struck teen. You were going to be more direct!
Your heart raced miles at your final decision.
The next couple of days you began your new resolution by approaching Jungkook first. Your conversations weren’t as complex nor were they as comfortable as with Taehyung. A light tension always seemed to linger as if you both had your own elephants roaming around the room. You ignored it as much as you could. You were grateful for when Taehyung was around to break the tension. This would lead to the three of you to develop a more easy-going conversation. You were just happy that you were able to learn things about Jungkook directly and not through a second source.
All this progress seemed to have gone down the drain one night when you were practicing a new defensive pose. Jungkook came up to you to slightly adjust your arms into the proper distance from your face and body. He smiles afterwards, urging you to feel the difference. You proudly do your complete pose and suppress a giggle when his smile widens. He’s so mesmerizing. Mino was out of the gymnasium, quickly running off saying he need to go to his office. So, you took this opportunity to have Jungkook all to yourself. You were less reserved around him now and were ready to break some more of the barriers between you two. It starts with you two laughing over Taehyung's obvious lie of pretending to be busy. He’s looking over some papers on the clipboard at the front of the matts. You wanted to see Jungkook laugh again as he jokingly comments on the students in front of Taehyung who are trying to get his attention.
“It’s all these fired up Sophomores” you began, hushing your voice as if telling him a secret.
“they’re so competitive and eager to please as if they are being paid to be here. All these little kids will soon face the real world and realize that no one cares”.
Jungkook nervously places his hand behind his neck, “Some of them have potential...”, he hesitantly mutters.
You snort, “potential or not. All little kids, sorry, sophomores are the same. They are all so overly passionate. I feel bad for them once they realize that there will always be someone better, prettier, and bigger than them out there. Haven’t we learned that by now?”.
You turn to Jungkook upon seeing his straight face. You must admit it wasn’t one of your best attempts of comadeire, but the way he was acting seemed like you offended his mother. You were about to apologize and voice your concern when Jungkook nervously laughs.
“Yeah, well…” He chuckles again defeatedly. “…there’s always someone better…”.
“Jungko-“
“I see you have all been working diligently as I was gone! Thank you! As a reward I think we should run a few laps around the gym”.
Jungkook skedaddles away at the voice of Mino. You’re left confused, pondering over your conversation. Can he not stand unfunny people? Were you really that bad? Did he find you to be some bitter old bully?
Once the class is over you jog up to Taehyung and Jungkook before they could get onto the elevators.
You wanted to make sure you were good with Jungkook. You knew you would be up all weekend trying to figure out what went wrong. You know it was something you said. Did he not like your joke? were you being a bit too mean? You didn’t mean it too much. It was just something Taehyung always joked about, so you thought it would be okay to do so as well. Making your way up to them you say the first thing that comes to your mind
“Hey, are you guys going to the Senior Party?” This senior party was for seniors only (unless you were a plus one) hosted by all the frats of school. They all come together to make a huge block party that is honestly favored upon by many and has everyone going.
“hmm not sure” Taehyung says, “Maybe, I’m kind of over frat parties”.
“Yeah…, but this IS the last Ho-rah”. Taehyung shrugs at your response.
“How about you?” you turn to face Jungkook making sure to make eye contact, afraid he’ll look away and avoid you as he has done for the rest of the class period.
Jungkook looks you straight on furrowing his eyebrows, “Why should I go?” he asks almost coldly.
“Oh” okay he hates me, you thought to yourself. “Well, I mean everyone usually goes”, you respond to him with a much more quitter voice now that all your confidence has disappeared.
“It’s only for seniors. I’m a Sophomore”.
Sophomore.
WHAT!?
Your mouth fell agape. And you only half registered Taehyung laughter as he smacks your back,
“____, didn’t you know Jungkook is a baby”.
You knew he was baby. You didn’t realize he was a baby.
Jungkook rolls his eyes at Taehyung's comment.
“I didn’t...I-I’ You stuttered “ Aren’t you in the advanced class and have all these achievements and- and”.
“Yeah” Jungkook sourly smirks “I guess I’m just like all those overly passionate kids”.
Taehyung laughs as if not catching the tone in Jungkook’s voice or the nervous energy you are sure that can be detected from miles away.
“He’s the king of the sophomores! Why do you think they are always crowding him like he’s their hero”.
“Right…” you look down on the floor. You didn’t offend his mother, you offended him. You’ve insulted him.
“Okay, well I’ll see you guys in the next class, Bye” you turn fast around and start speed walking home. You only faintly catch Taehyung’s boisterous “Bye!”.
This all makes sense, the students crowing him like he’s a king, him being insulted by your unfunny comment, Taehyung always picking on him. But the thing is that Taehyung CAN pick on him because they are friends, he’s teasing him. You are not friends with him. You have no right to talk to him or joke with him like that. Your stress levels rise because you never want to hurt someone, much less intentionally. He probably thinks you’re some big bully and know it all. Imagine what he has told Taehyung by now. What if you get shunned by both of them? This is so embarrassing, and you feel awful. You shouldn’t have run away. You should have confronted Jungkook and apologized to him. You should have cleared the air. But at that moment you were so confused and surprised your head was everywhere. Forget dating Jungkook he probably wouldn’t even want to be friends with you anymore.
All of your woes were heard by your three roommates on your living room floor. Picking at your blue fuzzy carpet you retold them everything. They first got mad at you for not telling them about these two good looking guys in your class and then they got even more mad at you for making a
lame joke that insulted Jungkook and then running away.
“You need to talk to him ___”
“You said: ‘Overly passionate sophomores, little kids’. Who even talks like that?”.
Taehyung does you want to point out but instead remain quiet as they continue their criticism and advice.
“Yeah, talk to him! Don’t even think about how you insulted the poor guy!”
“or how you said an odd and unfunny joke”
You never thought about dating young guys. You were always into the older type. You ask your friends about what you should do. They give you the advice you already knew inside your heart. Talk to him, apologize, and go for it.
You remembered that Jungkook is sporty and artsy. The Art building was your first stop. You don’t know his schedule and frankly you don’t want to know it. It would make you feel like a total creep if you knew it and purposely went looking for him. You didn’t want to repeat the ugly feeling you felt after the eavesdropping incident at the elevators. Instead you conceded with a coincidence. This was less guilty.
You entered the Student museum and browsed the artwork. You were so excited to see one of Taehyung’s art pieces hanging in display that you quickly took a photo of it and texted it to him. You momentarily forgot about what had happened. You hesitated to look at your phone after feeling its vibrations indicating Taehyung had replied. You quickly found the nearest restroom which wasn’t easy given you’ve never been inside this building. You entered a stall and opened the text. You were greeted with a “You should have told me you were going to be there I just left Campus” accompanied with two crying emojis. You felt a sigh of relief, as if you can breathe again. Taehyung is not mad at you. You replied with compliments and several hearts that Taehyung gleefully returned.
Your mornings were spent waiting in between classes in the student lounge, in the Art building, and walking laps around the Sport’s building and Gymnasium. You even peeked at the pool only to be flashed with multiple water polo swimmers climbing out of the pool. You blushed running away after making eye contact with the swimming coach. During the night when you had boxing, everything seemed like the beginning of the semester. You would talk with Taehyung as you always would but Jungkook…he was different. He would acknowledge you and would occasionally join you and Taehyung, but he wouldn’t be alone with you anymore. If he ever was he would just stay with you in silence. It would be such a peaceful quietness if you weren’t so confused and nervous on what his opinion of you was. You wanted to apologize to him, but he became much more competitive and almost aggressive during demonstrations. You felt this new form of intimidation towards him. Was he trying to send you a message? No, of course not. It was probably just finals. Most people were on edge during this time.
In the last month of the semester you coincidently found out (thanks to the students in class) that Jungkook has a drawing class 30 minutes after your last class on Friday. With this new information you made plans to sprint over to the Art building to meet Jungkook.
You were just walking down the hall of your building when you spotted… Jungkook?
Interesting.
Is this fate?
This is the time.
He stops next to a class door and leans against the wall, seemingly waiting for someone. You notice then his huge army backpack. For boxing class, he brings a big black duffle bag. This backpack caught you for surprise. You stopped in your tracks staring at the backpack because you’ve seen it before. Plenty of times. In the library, the parking lot, the convenience store in front of the east campus. You’ve sometimes seen it by just passing by. The bag was so big and almost ridiculous that you’re sure most of the student body knows of it. To think that the bag belonged to Jungkook. You’ve never bothered to look at the owner and when you did, they were either far away, at an angle in which you can’t see them, or they had a bucket hat or hoodie over their face. All this time it was Jungkook. To think if you’ve looked or spoken to the person you would have known Jungkook way sooner. All this wasted time.
Is this the coincidence you were dreaming of? Does any of it mean anything? At this point you don’t care. You’re going to talk to Jungkook! Whatever opportunity that is presented to you, you are going to take. You’re almost close to Jungkook, who doesn’t notice you as he’s immersed on his phone, when the classroom door opens with pouring students. You're slightly worried he’s going to leave as the students start obscuring your clear view of him. However, what you don’t miss is the way a pretty girl stops in front of him. He looks up to her and smiles shyly. You can’t really see her face at this angle. You only notice the way Jungkook takes her books from her and follows behind her as she walks to the opposite direction from you.
You felt like you were in a movie. You know the type when the main character is standing in one place and all around her there’s blurs of people moving about. The screen is colored gray and there's sad music playing as you're left there in a daze.
O-kay.
So.
Jungkook has a …he has a… (you can’t’ say it).
Jungkook is-what?
Dating? Has a girl? Not available? Hmmm, maybe he’s not interested in you.
Walking back to your apartment so many questions and conclusions flow around in your head.
Did you ever stop and think he maybe just wasn’t into you? Like what if he just didn’t like you? And not in a bad way. He just doesn’t want to pursue a romantic relationship with you. And here you were thinking he was lucky you were even considering a younger guy like him. Please. Who do you think you are? You’ve acted so arrogant and bitter around him you’re surprised someone as sweet as Taehyung and Jungkook even talks to you.
Reaching your apartment and heading straight to the shower, because the shower is where you make all your final resolutions and get all your ideas, you’ve come to the resolution that you need to stop moping around in class. Second, you like Jungkook, like-like. Third, you are heart broken. And lastly, maybe it’s just not meant to be.
Sometimes things can be blessings in disguises.
You cried in the shower.
Your beautiful roommates were once again there to support you! They even surprised you that weekend by having a little party amongst you and your closest friends. Irene, Maria, Seokjin, Yoongi, and even Mr. Busy Chef Seokjin came along. It was fun and you got drunk. You are going to be okay. You are going to forget Jungkook. It’s the end of the semester anyway and you are leaving town after graduation. It’s for the best.
Right?
Wrong.
Wrong on all parts. You very much like Jungkook. It was confirmed the next time you went to boxing class when your heart didn’t stop thumping. And wrong because you aren’t going to let it go. You felt ridiculous and pretty whore-ish when you still found yourself smiling at him (and did you coyly laugh at his joke just now?) even after knowing he has a girlfriend/ partner/dating/something. (A voice in your head was whispering into your heart that nothing is confirmed yet).
“Jungkook”, you called out his name after the announcements in class. You ran to him and staked your claim on him before anyone else can take him away from you, “Jungkook, can you help me with the exercise from last class, please?”.
He agreed. You walked behind him as he was already heading to your claimed corner. You noticed the disappointed faces of some of your classmates. Taehyung also had a confused face on as he was heading your way for you two to possibly gossip at your corner.
Jungkook helped you with your placements and speed. It was honestly helpful even if you did laugh a bit too loudly or moved in a way you hoped was sensual. At one point you ran out of things to hold him back with, so you must admit defeat and let him go. You smiled at him wildly as he moved to the next student. It was the last month, it wasn’t going to lead anywhere anyways. Which is why you’re trying your best. You were going to see him, talk to him, simply be by him because you’re probably never going to see him again after this.
You connect eyes with Taehyung as he’s walking directly to you. You both held a staring contest till he reached your side. He squints at you. You made a face of a “what”.
He coughed, “So…uhh…you like Jungkook or...?”
You choked on your spit. Were you that obvious?
“Huh? No. What? N-why?”
Taehyung looks at you, “ No reason, just asking.”
He slowly inches away clearly trying to make you less nervous. So, you force your body to relax and just laugh at his antics.
The rest of the class period Taehyung kept sending you looks or raising his eyebrows. You were nervous but soon started to become defensive. You would occasionally mouth “What” at him. Until at the end of class, he finally walked up behind you and whispered “Jungkook”. You jumped back in surprise at his deep voice and most importantly at the name of the owner of your heart.
“Taehyung!” you yelled at him. He laughed, only to stop when Jungkook joins you two. You blushed again and started rubbing your arm afraid Taehyung would tease you again. You all went to gather your things and headed towards the exit to leave class. Taehyung taps your arm to grab your attention. He made the motion of sealing and locking his lips, making it even more noticeable! Your eyes averted to Jungkook only to feel a wave of relief at seeing him typing away at his phone. Thank God.
You give him a face. He chuckles at you.
“Bye__” he said walking away. You rolled your eyes.
“Bye __” Jungkook said with his sweet melodic voice. You smiled at him.
It was the night of the Senior Party and you were ready to forget all about the cute guy in your boxing class. No, not Taehyung but Jungkook. Since you found out about his girlfriend you’ve tried hard to rewire your brain to think of him only as a friend. It was easy because he was such a gentle person. He was kind and funny and so very ambitious. You’ve grown to admire him in many ways. You were happy at where your relationship was (even though you would still like to be involved with him…*cough*romantically….). You weren’t going to be no homewrecker even if it pains your heart to see him smile or see him ruffle his bouncy hair.
Who are you kidding? You are in love with him.
However tonight you are going to forget about him. Tonight was about finally graduating and having a fun night with your friends. You, your roommates and other friends all meet up at a local restaurant before the party. It was fun there stuffing your faces and emptying your glasses, you almost forgot about the party. So, before the buzz faded away you all slipped into an uber off to the streets of the Frats and Sororities that are hosting the party. You were sad that Taehyung wasn’t going to be there. You wanted to introduce him to your friends. A few months ago, he told you he wasn’t going to go and instead booked a trip up North to go camping with his friends Namjoon, Jimin, and Hoseok. Friends who were equally as handsome you thought to yourself last night as you scrolled through his Instagram feed and viewed his story. You should’ve accepted his invite when he jokingly asked you to tag along. Maybe then you would move on from…him.
With your short skirts, dresses and skinny jeans you all swayed into the blockparty-eque event. The music was loud and there were so many people dancing and running around.
“This is practically a carnival, we're only missing the rides” Sohee shouts over the music.
“Lets just go to the main house” you yell back at them.
You all walk the short distance to the largest house in the block, the main source of the party where the DJ, drinks and food is located. Inside the house was empty of furniture leaving every room as a makeshift dance platform.
“This looks complicated!” Sohee complains furrowing her eyebrows “Where do we even begin”
“Lets just look around!” Taeyeon excitedly states turning her head around. You were prepared to see her make a 360 turn. She was Minah's friend who you were surprised to see come to the party. She was a Junior and it wasn’t until the girls told you that night that plus ones were allowed regardless of their year so long as they are students at the University. If you would’ve known you would have “jokingly” invited Jungkook.
After scoping out the house, your group ended up stealing a bag of chips and red cups of lemon soda and vodka. You decided to go to the house next door which belonged to a sorority. (“Maybe they’ll have better drinks” Minah complained).
Entering the house was like a new world, the lights were off and the music was not blaring. It seemed more chill. You walked deeper into the house that had a great atmosphere. Upon entering the kitchen you see the island decked out in different snacks and even mini cupcakes. There is flavored beers and a variety of vodkas, tequilas, juices, and soda. You’ve all shared glances with smiles in your faces. This is your place. You've all grabbed your drinks and you managed to fit two mini cupcakes in your hands before you made your way into the main living room, which like the frat house, was bare of any furnishing. Leaning against the wall with Minah who grabbed cotton candy you sipped on your drinks as you watched the others invade the dance floor.
“You think this was supposed to be a private party?” She asks cutting off a chunk of her cotton candy to feed you.
You thought for a second letting the candy melt in your mouth.
“No,” you told her, meeting her eye. You both laughed. “It would be really stupid if it was, I mean it is the Senior Party thing”.
“Yeah but what if it is and they kick us out”.
You shrugged “Whatever were gone in two weeks anyways. Besides it's on them for hosting it on the same night”.
“I don’t know” Minah continued out with her cotton candy slipping her drink in between each bite. You weren’t sure if she was drunk and just saying something or was actually concerned. You peered your eyes on her face as if to see her better. She was zoned out.
Rolling your eyes you start to look around trying to see your dancing group of friends to join them. You were done with your cupcakes and were ready to drag yourself to them. You thought you saw the Blue sparkle of Tara’s dress. You focused more on the spot only to see these blue sparkles wearing Tara seeming to be dancing or should I say “hugging” someone.
"Oh my gosh, ! LOOK LOOK!” you said slapping Minahs arm.
“What?", she said, trying to catch what you're looking at.
“Tara! She's got herself-“ Your words died in your mouth. For as your eyes traced along this person dress they were meant with a head that did not belong to Tara. First, poor Tara who has the same dress as someone in this room. Second, this person is none other then that girl that Jungkook was with. Your mouth was stood agape for even if your heart broken at the reminder of that girl and the fact that Jungkook was not yours. Your heartbreak and slight jealousy was soon replaced with confusion and then anger. Isn’t this Jungkook's girlfriend? What is she doing grinding on someone who is not Jungkook? No, this guy was not him because you know this guy! He's the famous school pianist whose faces are plastered all over the music building and concert highlights. Min Yoongi. What is she doing? So because Yoongi is a school celeb she's just going to do Jungkook wrong like that. Pretty Jungkook, who smiled at her with a hopeful look in his eyes and carried her books around like some servant. Is your poor baby being played? How dare she? Does she not realize how blessed she is?
“Minah”, you hand her your drink, “wait here”.
You don’t bother for her response and only hear a “what?”
You don’t have time to fill her in about this snake because your adrenaline is pumping in. Maybe it's the alcohol or maybe it's your devotion towards Jungkook. All in the name of love. And if you're not going to be kicked out because it's a private party, you'll probably be kicked out for fighting. You didn’t take boxing for nothing.
Okay…
Maybe not. You're not sure what you're doing and even though you're angry and feel like you need to regain Jungkook's honor, you do have the same part of your brain working and yelling at you to turn back. What the hell do you think you are doing? And who the hell do you even think you are?
You could be on your way to making a complete fool of yourself. But no, you will do anything for Jungkook. Even if it turns out this person is Jungkook's girlfriend's twin and you reveal yourself to be a complete stalker and weirdo.
Your steps seem to move slowly and your skin burning hot from your anger now turns to anxiety. But it was like you couldn’t stop as you neared yourself to her. If you couldn’t confess to Jungkook this was an alternative outlet. By protecting his dignity.
Gosh, is it hot or are you just sweating?
And like a miracle sent from heaven you felt a cold hand wrap itself around your arm halting you in your steps. You tuned your head to see… JUNGKOOK?
“___” he says almost relieved.
You're confused and agaped. You're so caught off guard that you don’t manage to hide your opening mouth.
“Hey” he says softly, almost whispering. He quickly removes his hand around your arm.
His voice brings you back to reality. He always grounds you and neutralizes the nerves in your body. All by being near Jungkook's smiling face.
His smiling face that will soon turn bad. Your stress increases. Your eyes jump from his face to his girlfriend who is still dancing on Yoongi. Jungkook follows your eyes as he notices the stress evident on your face. What's wrong? Jungkook slightly steps in front of you as if to shield you from whatever your eyes keep returning to.
You reach out your hand trying to stop Jungkook from seeing the scene of his girlfriend dancing with another guy, but it's too late. Jungkook is staring ahead for a couple seconds.
Jungkook looks around trying to see what is catching your attention. He catches the sight of his cousin dancing on some guy. Putting a childish face on when she turns her head over to make out with him. Jungkook turns back to you with concern on his face at your still evident distress.
You watch as Jungkook quickly turns around. You see his concerned eyes and frowned lips. No, not to Jungkook. This won't happen to him, you wont allow it. Regaining your energy to confront this snake you move closer to him
“I’m sorry”
“So you want a drink?”
Is he trying to change the subject? Maybe they just broke up and you just reopened his wound.
You give him a smile of sympathy and pull him in for a hug. Yes, you were being forward but you are proud to admit that you didn’t hug him with any malicious or secretive motive. You just care for him so much that you want him to always be happy. You don’t know what happened between him and his girlfriend but you want him to know that he has you. That it is okay.
Jungkook stills in your embrace. You hug him tighter and are happy to finally feel him relax into your hug wrapping his arms around your lower body.
Jungkook is surprised and perhaps dreaming. When you jumped into his embrace he almost didn't know what he did to earn this. Your perfume was swaying in his brain until he saw the teasing expression on his cousin's face.
She winked at him, which caused his cheeks to heat up. So he quickly pulls away from you and coughs.
“So uhh, no drink?” he asks once more unsure of what to say.
You saw his blushing face, maybe you did too much but you couldn’t stop yourself from continuing when you heard a loud laugh at your side. You turn and sure enough see her laughing with the guy.
You step closer to Jungkook so you could whisper slowly to him, "Did you guys break up?”
Jungkook tilts his head in confusion but before he can continue you stop him.
“Its okay you don’t have to tell me, I’m sorry”
“__what are you sorry for?”
You nod your head towards her who continues to dance with the “other man”.
Jungkook squints his eyes at you after having looked in the direction that you head nodded towards. You see the confusion settle onto his face, waiting for you to continue whatever observation you are trying to make.
You decided to end his misery, 'He's obviously too embarrassed to admit it' you thought to yourself.
"I saw you guys together...", you say, trying your best to say the rest with your eyes. You watch as the realization hits his face. His lips formed a tiny 'oh', only to let out an "ah" followed by a short chuckle.
Following his amused response you felt embarrassed. Maybe you stepped out of line and he's going to thank you for rubbing salt into his wounds.
"Sorry" you blurt out trying to save what's left of the respect Jungkook has for you. " I should've stayed quiet..".
At this Jungkook laughs loudly only ending it with a...a coo? He leans closer to your ear so you can hear him clearly.
"Follow me"
You don't got to be told twice.
You follow him through the throngs of people, pass the kitchen, through the back door. You almost tumbled out the door but was captured by the cold air hitting your skin. You rub your arms weary of letting Jungkook see because you didn't want him to reconsider the whole idea and go back inside. You wanted to be alone with him out here. it was nice. You followed him to the bench that rocked back and forth. It was gray with a top cover. He sat on it waiting for you to join him as he tried his best to stabilize the bench by planting his feet to the ground. You gave him a small 'thanks' as you settled yourself next to him. You made sure to keep enough space between the two as to not make him uncomfortable.
Jungkook felt his heart beat in his chest a contrast to the cool night that was at a standstill compared to the house and loud music not only a few feet away. He was grateful for the noise and lights that came from the house and fencing of the backyard, as it gave his shaky breath a cover from being heard by you. He sneaked a glance at you and saw as you sat seated next to him. You followed him out here into the cold. He noticed as you rubbed your hands on your arms. At this point Jungkook knows what comes next. He should offer you his jacket, but he wasn't wearing anything. He opted for a button down, he had no reason for any other fabric. He thought he would spend most of the night in a packed house or street with so much body heat. He felt like a kid scared to look at their crush. He didn't know what to do from this point on. Having a surge of confidence at the probability that you cared for him. If you being concerned about his alleged heartbreak was anything to go by. Jungkook wants to hold onto the care you had for him no matter how small it was. He knew you were a senior who was set to go out of town. His dreams of being with you seemed like a lost hope by now. At this point he just wanted to stay by your side, just to talk, even if just for a day.
One thing Jungkook became sure of as you both stared silently at the moon was that this right here was more than he could have ever wished for.
You were the one to break the silence.
You figured you should clear the air after your assumptions.
"So how are you holding out?"
Jungkook was about to give you a generic answer until he remembered what happened inside.
"I feel perfect" he answered honestly
You give him a confused look.
Man, you thought for sure Jungkook would be heartbroken, now you're thinking of the possibility that he left her.
Jungkook suppressed his giggles and decided to come clean to you. To tell you the truth. That's all he wants for the both of you.
"You know you can come to the senior bash if you're invited by a senior"
You nod not sure where this is going.
"I asked my cousin to let me go with her" Your eyes widened
Cousin?
"I was going to go with Taehyung but he had other plans. My cousin said yes...with the condition that I become her "assistant", Jungkook makes air quotations at the word. You smiled at the playful annoyance. "So I helped her with her courses, and followed her around everywhere. Honestly". He leans in closer pointing at the colorful lights that adorned the roof of the house. "You see those lights? I hung them up all yesterday and when you go inside that dessert table was recently bought from Ikea, I had to set it up". He slumps his shoulders.
"So was it worth it?" you ask not helping the giggles that escape your mouth at his behavior.
Jungkook turns to face you. The first time you both make eye contact since reaching the bench.
"Yeah" he says softly, "I'll say it was worth it".
You avert your eyes and turn your face. A struggle but your fear of letting him see the absolute shyness you knew ozed out won over. You needed to protect yourself and most importantly him. You didn't want to scare him or offend him anymore then you already have.
Not wanting to lose the momentum of the conversation, Jungkook spurts out the first thing in his mind.
"So where are you going after you graduate?"
For some reason you didn't want to answer. It would make it way more real. The fact that you wouldn't see him anymore and that hurt. At that moment with the distant music that pouned throughout the earth, with the laughter you hear from inside the house, the light of the moon and lights from the house, the coldness that you feel around your arms and neck become fuel for you. If this was going to be your last moment with him then you should make the best out of it. Maybe even let yourself become vulnerable in every sense of the word. If just for one day, you wanted to be completely honest and open with Jungkook.
"I got an internship two hours away" you say looking at the ground, "I'll be kind of far, but maybe not so much" you don't know what you're saying, mostly just trying to convince yourself. You looked at him and are willing to say he looked almost sad. You don't know why he looks down now. You just know it made you feel worse. You want your time with him to be happy and fun. Even if it hurts later. You don't know why hes sad and you may make yourslef look completely stupid but in this moment you wieghed your options. If he answers positively you can leave with hope. If it's negative...well...at least you won't have to see him again. That thought makes you frown and scares you. It scares you so much that you couldn't even stop yourself from asking the next question if you tired.
"Do you want to wait for me?"
You both look surprised at your question.
Jungkook remains silent, so you repeat the question already feeling the adrenaline rush from your confession.
"Jungkook, do you want to wait for me?" You ask him again with hopeful eyes.
"Ar-are you pr-proposing?" He was so in shock he didn't have time to register his childhood stutter to make an appearance.
Normally you would have been frozen out of embarrassment and shock. Truthfully, you were bewildered at your actions. But it must be the power of the moon that shines above you both. Or maybe it's the alarm in your heart telling you this may be your only chance. You take a breath and give jungkook a soft smile. One that said 'yes I like you and it's okay if you don't'. You watch as he takes a moment to gather himself.
Hmm.. maybe you should have been more clear on your love confession. You were about to open your mouth to explain when he turned his body to face you. He reaches out for your hand to hold it in between his two large ones. You watch as your hands disappear inside of his.
Okay, maybe you were freaking out a little bit.
The warmth from his hands begins to travel from your arm to all of your body. Your heart beating fast against your chest as you decided to finally look him in the eye.
"Why wait?" Jungkook says.
FIN
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JAIME x BRIENNE FIC EXCHANGE RECOMMENDATIONS
Well, I have read about half of the fics in the @jaime-brienne-fic-exchange and these are my favorites so far. Seriously, guys, if you haven't read any of these stories already, you must! It's incredible how much talent is in this fandom. 
PS: I don't know/couldn't find everyone's Tumblr, either because they have a different username than on ao3 or don't have a blog here. If you recognize someone else's or your own work that I didn't @, please let me know and I'll edit it 😊
Let me begin with the fics with a love that transcends time and death.
(The first is the story that was written for me!! Please, guys, go, read it, and give some love to the extremely talented writer that came up with it! Words fail me to explain how amazing this fic is. Go read it and then you'll thank me for the rec.)
This is where we start again by @forbiddenfantasies1    
Explicit | chapters 8/8 | 40.7k words | past life au, modern setting, canon compliant
Brienne and Jaime had never met, but when they come together to work on a new project, they realize their connection may have been generations in the making.
Or in which Jaime and Brienne meet, begin having flashbacks to their ancestors lives, and are forced to figure out where they went wrong before they can determine how to make it right.
This life and the next by atomsandfairies    
Teen and up | chapters 6/6 | 8.2k words | historical setting, modern au
“Do you ever wonder how old our souls are? How many times we have missed and met? How many times we have come together?”
The questions have turned themselves over in her again and again, as long as they’ve been together, before he’s asked, before they’d even found each other.
There is a familiarity between them that seems too old for their time together.
Angstfest addicts, these are for you. Get ready to get beaten with feels. Don't worry, despite heartbreak along the way, all ends well.
My honor in your hands by @aviss    
General | one-shot | 2.8k words | hurt/comfort, missing scene, book canon
Jaime lasts the better part of a day before the silence gets to him.
By hearts and hands made fast by anonymous  
Mature | chapters 4/? | 10.1k words | 8x04 canon divergence, secret marriage 
»But he’d held her wrist even then, thumb stroking, Marry me, he’d said, marry me and never acknowledge it if you do not wish, but marry me as I should have married you that night and every other. If I’m to die, he’d said (with her, he had not), let me die as your husband.«
A grand romantic gesture has repercussions neither Jaime nor Brienne had foreseen.
Lies in the darkness by aleighcarlisle    
Mature | one-shot | 4.4k words | angst, hurt/comfort
"Hurt me with the truth, but never comfort me with a lie."
Man With a heartbeat by @sigilbroken        
Explicit | chapters 5/5 | 25.5k words | modern au
Angst is not your cup of tea? No problem. You should try the following. Only laughter, happy feelings ahead.
This one last thing by @aliveanddrunkonsunlight
Mature | One-shot | 13.3k words | Canon compliant, Post-ADWD, bed-sharing
Most tasks needed of a knight, he has been able to adapt to with only one hand, but he struggles with striking flint in order to start a fire. It would be easier if she was here.
Jaime and Brienne journey to the Vale.
What loves you back by @bookishpower    
Teen and up | one-shot | 11k words | fairytale-ish, post-canon
A retelling, and a continuation. Jaime learns the great lesson of his life.
That Would Be Enough by forpeaches (bluecarrots)
Mature | One-shot | 2.2k words | Canon compliant, Post-ADWD
Jaime, pining.
The unwitting third wheel by @nightreaderenigma (I should've known this was you!)  
Mature | chapters 4/4 | 17.8 k words | post-ADWD, canon compliant
Whilst recovering on the Quiet Isle, Podrick develops a crush on his mentor and heroine, Lady Brienne. The only hiccup in his bubble of infatuation is their new travelling companion – Ser Jaime Lannister. Because even though M’Lady Ser and the Golden Knight argue, there seems to be a bond between them he can’t quite place…
Warm by @angel-deux-writes      
Teen and up | one-shot | 13.5k words | canon divergence
Before the battle against the dead, Jaime volunteers for a routine patrol with Brienne to try and get some time to talk with her about why she has been avoiding him since he arrived at Winterfell. When a storm catches them unexpectedly when they're still far from the castle, they find a cave to hole up in for the night.
Way enough by laihiriel
Mature | chapters 3/5 | 10.8k words | modern setting, sports au
Brienne had forgotten how much she loved being out on the water. Joining the local boathouse and sitting in a scull again after her accident was the best thing she could have done for herself.
Because of you (i took my time to come around) by Weboury 
Teen and up | chapters 4/4 | 14.7k words | Modern setting, road trip, bed-sharing
Jaime, curator at the Tully Museum, wants to spend more time with Brienne, and maybe finally work around telling her how he feels about her. When Brienne, a historian, is tasked with retrieving the legendary sword Widow’s Wail from King’s Landing, Jaime thinks it’s the perfect time to put a plan in motion, only to find himself with Brienne and his cousin Cleos on an awkward road trip across the Riverlands. And then a goat shows up.
Kaleidoscope sky by allison_wonderland      
General | one-shot | 1k | modern au, carnivals
A terrible day, an unexpected stop, and drifting closer together.
Backpfeifengesicht by @samirant        
Explicit | one-shot  | 18.8 k words | modern au, enemies to friends to lovers
Backpfeifengesicht
(German) n. a face badly in need of a fist
See pictured: Jaime Lannister.
Brienne, Jaime and the Accidental marriage by @angel-deux-writes  
Teen and up | One-shot | 10k words | modern setting, reporter au 
Best friends, co-workers, and roommates Brienne and Jaime were supposed to head to Greywater Watch to cover a local festival for the newspaper at which they both work. They were NOT supposed to get married while they were there.  
Those who seek to find by @ice-connoisseur  
Teen and up | one-shot | 22.3k words | Jumanji au
But anyway, that was how it started: Arya found the game, and Sansa rolled the dice.
When you play the game of Jumanji, you win or you die.
In better light by winterkill   
Mature | one-shot | 17.7k words | canon divergence, post-ASOS
Perhaps Cersei was right, and every ounce of sense and bravery Jaime possessed was lost with his hand. Sansa Stark is my last chance for honor. He really said that to her? Brienne latched onto the sentiment like a hunting hound to the scent of its quarry. 
Before dawn, Jaime rises from his bed, wide awake and with a sense of renewed purpose.
I’m going to go with her.
If you're looking for adventures a little outside of the law, check these out  
Codename: kingslayer by libkat 
Mature | one-shot | 2.4k words | modern au, thief au
The world's greatest jewel thief is after his biggest score when he encounters his toughest opponent, who might also be the love of his life.
The Knight and the thief By @ddagent (this is the only one I guessed the author right. I knew it was you, Kelly) 
Teen and up | one-shot | 3.6k words | Modern au, burglar au, hurt/comfort
Jaime Lannister is rich, handsome – and a jewel thief. His next target is the home of Brienne Tarth, where he might finally find something worth stealing.
Last but not least, for those who like to hang out with creatures of the night, this one is for you
Into the spider's web by @jailynnW   
Teen and up | one-shot | 4.5k words | vampire au
Jaime has been a Vampire for centuries, dancing in and out of the grasp of his hunter. Brienne is tasked with taking down the Kingslayer. A mission that brings her more than she bargained for...
Hmm, it doesn't look bad that I'm going to do shameless self-promotion now that I've recommended the work of others, right? You know what? I don't care if it does. So here it is the one I wrote 😊
Made for you by me (Mare9548 on Ao3)
Teen and up | chapters 4/4 | 9.6k words | modern setting, arranged marriage
Despite his reluctance to get married, Jaime Lannister is having dinner with his future wife tonight. Quite a surprise he gets when he meets the woman that his father has chosen for him.
I'll come back later with more recs once I've gone through the rest of the amazing stories in the collection.
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Pocket’s New Year Reactions: 2020 Edition!
2020...boy oh boy…
I made this channel on January of 2020. And thank god I did! My blogs and participation in the tickle community, were the only thing keeping me going throughout this year! It was a really hard year but with COVID, I got to meet tons of new people, make so many friends and return to writing fanfics! 
I’ve made fanfics for a very long time. 5 years, actually! But I have never felt so invested in my writing than I have this year. In 1 single year, I managed to make a total of 122 fanfictions! This year! And it all ended with my first SCP Foundation-only fanfiction: 049 and the ‘unkillable creature’. 
Yup: I have really fallen down the rabbit hole this time…
But to celebrate: I wanted to recap the different fandoms I wrote for this year, the amount of fanfictions I wrote for them, the highest amount of notes I got on a fanfiction and lastly: 
...Well, I’ll keep that a surprise. 
So: Let’s recap all that happened on Pocket’s New Year Reactions: 2020 Edition! 
Let’s a-go!
I’m gonna start off with the fandoms I wrote the least fanfictions for: The Tiny Bundles!
For the very first tiny bundle: I wrote 1 single fanfic for Luigi’s Mansion (3, to be specific). 
This was a fanfic about Polterpup and Luigi bonding, as well as Mario showing up near the end. I ended up closing this fandom because as much as I liked this fanfic, I wasn’t really as interested in writing more for it. 
For the second tiny bundle: The Animal Crossing Series with 1 fanfic! This fanfic was mostly about Jacksepticeye and Gabsmolders’ Animal Crossing avatars hanging out during the Coronavirus epidemic. I really liked writing for Animal Crossing, and I wanna write more for it. But, I have to come up with more ideas. 
For bundle #3: 1 single Markiplier TV fanfic! This fanfic was about Wilford Warfstache, Darkiplier and Yandereplier being a family. This specific fanfic was also based on an AU made by a couple of cosplayers: One of which is no longer on TikTok, sadly. I may write more fanfics in this fandom in the future, but no guarantees…
For #4: I wrote an original work upon request from a friend. This fanfic was about a cute couple who were just being playful and bonding. I sense that I may be writing more original works in the future, but again: we’ll just have to see. 
For #5: I have 4 Youtuber Fanfics that involve different fandoms. One of them was written about platonic Septiplier, the second two were on Jelix, and the fourth fanfic (and most recent) was on Unus Annus! UNUS ANNUS! I will definitely be considering writing more Unus Annus. As for any other youtubers: Maybe. 
For #6: I have 3 (technically 6) fanfictions written under the SCP Foundation! Though 5 of these fanfics were technically fandom collaborations with Sanders Sides, I did make 1 single SCP Foundation-only fanfic. I do plan on continuing to write more SCP Foundation fanfics. I just don’t know if they’ll stand alone, or if they’ll be collaborations again. We’ll see. 
And now onto the 3 top fandoms I wrote for this year: 
In at #3: is Five Nights at Freddy’s with 25 fanfictions: I swear: 90% of these are based on the Afton Family in some way or another. I have a problem...I will most likely be writing for FNAF in the future. I still love the fandom, and I still love the lore behind it! Sooo: Upcoming FNAF fanfics!
In at #2: is the Jacksepticeye Power Hour Fandom with 31 fanfictions! I love these guys so much! It’s too bad they were kinda thrown by the wayside by a lot of the viewers...But, I’ll still be working on a couple more fanfics. Specifically The Unexpected Roommate! I LOVE THAT SERIES! I look forward to writing more of it all the time! 
And #1...for the most fanfictions written: Is Sanders sides with 59 freaking fanfics! If there's a need for proof that I’m obsessed, then THIS is the proof. But, that’s okay! I love writing fanfics on this series! I will 100% continue to write fanfictions on this series. I love this series to bits, and it’s my most popular series on Tumblr as well! 
And now it’s fine for: Highest Notes! 
This was the part where you could really tell what fanfictions were loved by fans, and what fanfictions were thrown aside. This is all gonna be taken off Tumblr, since almost all of the fans are on it.  
First one that I will proudly show: My Unus Annus fanfic with 43 notes! This fanfic was a HIT the moment it came out! I swear! ‘Ethan and Mark Experience Torture Methods (Feat. Jacksepticeye)’ was a HUGE HIT! But I think the reason everyone loved it so much, was because everyone misses Unus Annus and its relativity on YouTube. I miss it too. Memento Mori, Unus Annus. 
Now I will show my top Fnaf Fanfic! Now these were very close...So: 
At #3 is ‘The Grumpy Ol’ Bunny’ at 28 notes. 
At #2 is a tie between ‘The Suspiciously Strange Night’ and ‘Robot Anatomy Vs. Human Anatomy’ at 36 notes. 
And the #1 spot goes to: ‘Jeremy and the Mysterious Robots’ at 37 notes! You’ll see what I do with this fanfic sooner than later…
And now we move on to the top Sanders Sides fanfic! This one had a huge variety of numbers! And boy, it was hard! But worth it! 
At #3, we have ‘Snakes Need Tickles Too!’ at 91 notes! 
At #2 is ‘The Upside of Hoodies’ (The very first one!) at 153 notes! WOW! 
And last but not least, at our #1 spot...we have: ‘Voodoo Duke-craft’ at 196 notes! How in the world- I don’t really know why it got so many notes. But: you’ll see what we do with this one as well, veeeery soon!
And now the surprise you’ve all been waiting to hear about: I’m gonna re-read and react to the two #1 spots! 
‘Jeremy and the Mysterious Robots’. I’ve actually re-read this one a couple times throughout the months. I liked re-reading about anxious Jeremy! I definitely wanna write more of Jeremy. He’s an underrated character. 
Here we go! 
[Jeremy has heard all the rumors.] 
Well, I assume he probably did some reading about it before starting there. You should know a bit about a place before you start working there...you don’t wanna end up in a dumpster fire. 
[He’s heard the urban legends about the child killer in the animatronic suit, and the children’s deaths. He’s heard about the children’s corpses being shoved into the animatronic suits. He’s heard about the ghosts of the children that haunted each and every diner. He’s heard rumors about the animatronics being alive because of these children. He’s heard multiple ideas of-]
Okay, okay, we get it! He heard rumors about the lore behind Five Nights at Freddy’s. He’s heard about the murders and supernatural stuff. Skip!
 [Are any of these urban legends true?
 If so: why did Jeremy sign up for a job at the one place that gives people the creeps?!]
 Gee...I dunno! Why WOULD you choose to take a security guard job in a place that’s still haunted? Besides: instead of hiring a security guard, why not hire an exorcist? Seems cheaper and you’d actually get a problem fixed! (Or not...we’ve all seen Annabelle…) 
 [It was the second night of working at this nightmarish party place. All Jeremy wanted was the paycheck at the end of the week. He did NOT sign up for this stupidity…]
 Teeeechnically he DID sign up for this stupidity. He didn’t have to take this job. He could’ve waited for more job offers to come up! Even if the Phone Guy had romanticized the risky job, he did warn him that ‘the animatronics get a little quirky at night’...Jeremy could’ve just abandoned ship right then and there and quit! 
 [Should he have reconsidered taking the job? Maybe.] 
 Um, HUGE YES!
 [Is he regretting taking the job? Somewhat.] 
 Just somewhat, huh? 
 [Is Jeremy gonna survive the week? God, he hoped so.] 
 I hope so too! Spoiler alert: he does. 
 [Jeremy turned on the iPad and flipped through the cameras. It looked like the party rooms were empty. Next, he checked CAM 05 and CAM 06: empty. Thank goodness. Jeremy looked at the other cameras and found out something strange: camera 11 wasn’t working! It was just showing pure static.]
 Okay, here’s some behind the scenes: I had to look up two separate maps for the FNAF 2 location. One with the camera locations, and one of the overall building layout. From that, I had to determine everything for this fanfic. I would later refer to these images for future fanfics as well! 
 [He realized that what he was gonna do was risky. But…what other choice did he have?] 
 Um...Don’t go??? That’s a choice. 
 [Jeremy grabbed his flashlight, and walked out of the office through the small hall towards Pasillo Central.] 
 “WHEN WILL YOU LEARN?!?!?! WHEN WILL YOU LEARN?! THAT YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES?!?!” ~SammyClassicSonicFan, vine.
 [It took a little bit, but Jeremy managed to find the problem: a black wire was unplugged…] 
 I actually have no idea if this was the actual confirmed problem in the FNAF series. I just made it up as I went.
 [Jeremy’s eyes narrowed in curiousity. Now when did that happen? It was working perfectly fine yesterday. Who unplugged it?] 
 First off: Curiousity. Curio(u)sity. Do you need any more proof that I’m Canadian? XD
Second off: I actually think camera 11 never actually worked during the game. I don’t quite remember though, so don’t quote me on that. 
 [Jeremy decided to double check for any miswiring.] 
 This would prove to be a fatal mistake. 
 [Suddenly…a couple heavy footsteps could be heard behind the stool, in the gaming room. Jeremy froze in place. Oh god…Is that what he thinks it is?] 
 “It was at this moment he knew...he fucked up.” ~McCulley Quinn, Vine
 [Jeremy could feel the presence of a super tall figure behind him…Jeremy, growing extremely intimidated and anxious, slowly turned himself around to look the animatronic in the face.]
[...The first thing he noticed, was that the animatronic was brown. A chocolate-shade of brown with an orange hue on its belly and inner face.]
 I wonder...Just WHO COULD IT BE?
 Just kidding. It’s Freddy Fazbear. 
 [The eyes were open wide, staring at Jeremy with its light blue iris’s.] 
 Hmm...Hold on- 
 *aggressive typing noises* 
 Okay. Just had to double check. He does in fact, have blue iris’s. 
 [Jeremy just stared back at it, looking at the big bear as the visibly shaky flashlight shone onto it.] 
 Hehehehe...Anxious boi. Shouldn’t have chosen the haunted job, Jeremy!
 [“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” Freddy shouted.]
 🎶Do you hear that sound?🎶
  [Jeremy shouted-] 
 🎶That beautiful sound?🎶
  [-and threw his flashlight up in terror.] 
 🎶That is the sound, of, clean, white, shorts turning brown!🎶
 🎶TORTURE AND PAIN!🎶
 Beautiful Sound - Beetlejuice soundtrack (sorry not sorry) 
 [Jeremy jumped and quickly attempted to take a few steps back…only for his body to fall much more backwards than he wanted!] 
 “Nice job, dickface!” ~Anthony, Smosh: Pokemon In Real Life
 [“WELCOME EVERYBODY, TO FREDDY FAZBEAR’S PIZZA!” the animatronic shouted. “I’M FREDDY FAZBEAR, AND I’D LIKE TO WISH YOU, THE BIRTHDAY BOY, A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” the voice declared very loudly.]
 HAHA! That’s not creepy at all! *Michael Jackson moonwalks the fuck outta there*
 [Everything went silent for a moment or two. “…Kill you?” the same voice said.]
 WhAaAaAaAt?! A TwIsT tHaT eVeRyOnE sAw CoMiNg?! X’D
 [“He fell off the stool, and I caught him.” Freddy explained.]
 Freddy Fazbear nearly saves Jeremy from a concussion, a skull fracture or a brain bleed! 
 [“Now that I mention it, he hasn’t thanked me yet.” Freddy mentioned.]
 Dude!
 [“Oh-um…Thank you…for catching me.” Jeremy finally said.]
 Good boy. *pats the man’s head, even though he’s technically older than me* 
 [“Are you gonna kill me? Shove me into a suit? Leave my dead body to rot inside the suit?!” Jeremy asked, still overwhelmed with anxiety.] 
 This guy’s gonna need some whiskey after this incident. 
 [“It looks like Mr. Emily hired another 'daredevil’ night guard. Do you really believe those rumors?” Chica asked.] 
 In case you didn’t get the twist before: the animatronics are NOT gonna kill him. Why? Because my fluffy ass doesn’t like writing about confirmed death. (At least, not yet...I later write ‘Don’t Release the Spirits’...
 [“That’s a big child.” Chica commented.
 “He’s grown up. He’s a male, grown up child.” Freddy corrected.] 
 Another reminder of the obvious: Jeremy is an AdULT in this fanfiction! He is not a ChiiiLD! XD
 [“Flip him over.” Chica suggested.
 “Okay.” Freddy replied.]
 Insert long montage of Jeremy getting flipped over by animatronics who don’t know how to handle humans. 
 [“Let me go!” Jeremy yelled at Freddy, still pushing against Freddy’s fingers.
 “He’s wiggling a lot. Is he having a temper tantrum?” Freddy asked curiously. Chica looked at the squirming, frustrated man in Freddy’s grasp.] 
 Ha ha funny? Get it? Cause he’s an adult? And he’s being treated like a child? 
 XD I’m just being silly. I actually found this part fun to write. 
 [“I think so.” Chica replied. “Try throwing him up in the air and catching him. I’ve seen parents do it. Kids love it!” Chica suggested.
 Jeremy’s eyes widened in horror. Was he about to be thrown up like a toddler and caught by an animatronic?!] 
 Spoiler alert: Yes. 
 Insert long montage of Jeremy nearly shitting his pants while Freddy Fazbear breaks many laws against mishandling of an adult male, and extreme negligence if he were a child. May we advise that these animatronics are NEVER made in the future. 
 [By the time the sixth throw and catch had happened, Jeremy was visibly shaking in the arms of the animatronic. Jeremy’s face was visibly traumatized.] 
 HmMmMm...I wOnDeR wHy?! 
 [Without any warning, Chica fluttered the finger up and down, on Jeremy’s exposed neck. Jeremy’s body jumped and curled inwards to cover up the spot. A squeal left Jeremy’s mouth before he began flailing his hands towards the finger’s direction to stop it.]
 Voila! Tickles! They have finally arrived!
 [Jeremy’s eyes widened to the side of saucers! He began protesting as much as possible. “No, please! L-look! I’m feeling a lot better! See? I don’t need tickles!” Jeremy pleaded, putting on a fake smile to prove it.] 
 Probably any other time, this probably would’ve worked. 
 [But, Chica was persistent!]
 But of course, it doesn’t. Because y’all wanted tickles? You’re getting your tickles!
 [“Yeah! You were being a naughty little boy with a really bad attitude. I think you deserve some cheer-up tickles for that.” Freddy added, unintentionally teasing him.]
 I think those tickles were a little more intentional than ya thought…
 [“What- What are you doing?” Jeremy yelled. Freddy removed the slip-on shoe off of Jeremy’s foot, and let it fall to the floor with a loud clap. “Hey! Put my shoe back!” Jeremy yelled.] 
 But why would they do that, when they clearly wanna tickle your feet?
 [“Here: Your turn to hold him.” Freddy said, before throwing Jeremy old-granny style over to Chica.] 
 UH…
 [Jeremy was NOT ready for that. No human should ever be ready for being thrown like that! It’s impossible usually. But if it IS possible, It’s always frowned upon for being inhumane! But, why should animatronics know that?] 
 It’s kinda nice that Jeremy is making up for the fact that all the animatronics share 2 brain cells. But these animatronics could’ve SHATTERED BONES. When is that EVER considered okay?!
 [Freddy tilted his head. “You don’t like my cold fingers?” Freddy clarified.
 “IHIHIHIT’S COHOHOHOHOLD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jeremy reacted.
 “Oh. Well I’m sorry, but I can’t help that! You’re gonna have to sit tight and get used to my cold, fat fingers.” Freddy teased.] 
 Basically what happened: 
 Jeremy: “KEEP YOUR HANDS FROM ANTARCTIC AWAY FROM MY FEET!” 
 Freddy: “Not happening! Suffer, you ticklish piece of shit!” 
 [Somewhere in the room, a quiet music box tune could be heard, twinkling in the background.] 
 GUESS WHO’S BACK! BACK AGAIN!
 [THE MUSIC BOX! MARIONETTE! HE’S ESCAPED THE MUSIC BOX!]
 MARIONETTE’S BACK! BACK AGAIN!
 [Was he gonna die? Was the marionette gonna kill him? Was the camera going to record is very last moments? Were people gonna watch the camera to figure out how he died?…Would they blame his death on bad decisions? What would happen to his body?! WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN?! JEREMY DEMANDED TO KNOW!]
 [This is it…he’s gonna die…He’s gonna be found in a few hours, ripped apart on the floor…He could guarantee it.] 
 Anxiety in a nutshell. 
 [This animatronic isn’t cold. It’s covered in some kind of fur-like fabric.] 
 This was actually confirmed on the FNAF wiki fanpage. Marionette’s fingers are covered in fur fabric. 
 And now Jeremy’s gonna get ultimately tortured by Marionette’s 3 fingers on his feet. May his soul rest in peace. 
 [Then…Marionette did something only Satan himself would be capable of: Marionette pulled a couple of Jeremy’s toes back, and began scratching the more exposed spaces underneath the deathly ticklish toes.] 
 *looks at a watch* ...How the fuck is he not dead from asphyxiation? He’s been getting tickled heavily for at least an hour. He should be passing out. 
 [Jeremy was cackling like a mad man. The poor guy was losing energy rather quickly. His pushing and squirming had began to slow, and tears had started forming in his eyes.] 
 See? It’s about time. 
 [Not to be confused with tears of pain, of course.]
 Wait, what? 
 [This wasn’t painful for Jeremy. Though this kind of fighting presents itself with a few cons, It wasn’t torturous either. It was…strangely playful. It sort of reminded Jeremy of the stories his friends would tell him, of the tickle fights they had with their siblings growing up. Some tickle fights were pure playfulness, other tickle fights were slightly torturous. But in the end, they still loved each other.]
 ...Well, go figure. 
 [Was Jeremy beginning to like the animatronics? Not intimate of course, but…Was Jeremy beginning to appreciate the animatronics’ tickling? Surely not! That’s absurd!…unless…] 
 Go figure. Yup. Gotta make sure it’s somewhat enjoyable so the reader can enjoy it without feeling bad! Cause that’s how I write. 
 [“Oh Cohohohome ohohohon! IHIHIHI THOHOHOHOUGHT YOHOHOHOU WEHEHERE DOHOHONE!” Jeremy yelled as his laughter grew louder. Marionette had reached its fingers into Jeremy’s armpit, and began scratching lightly.
 “Your laugh is very fun to hear! I wanna hear more of it!” Freddy explained.] 
 Of course, you have to add a comment about liking the person’s laughter! Cause that’s always important! 
 [So, Jeremy gave them a nod to proceed. Then, Jeremy abrupted into brand new fits of laughter! How long was Jeremy gonna be like this? Who know? Jeremy didn’t care. Not one bit…] 
 Aaaaand that’s the end! 
 A little predictable, but still fun to read. Jeremy is still my favorite character in this fanfic. 
 And now, we’re onto the next re-reading! 
 Voodoo Duke-Craft! I’m proud of this one! I was happy to finally be able to come up with a fanfic idea involving voodoo dolls, and this was the first one! And EVERYONE LOVED IT! I swear, I’m not kidding! 196 notes says a lot!
 So, here we go! 
 [Remus came to the front of the yellow and black room, and knocked on the door. As he patiently waited for the door to open, Remus looked down at the liquid-free blood bag with the doll laying upside down in the bag.]
 Hehehehe! I like the idea that Remus holds his things in a blood bag-turned purse. XD
 [The door finally opened. As he predicted, it was Deceit.] 
 This entire fanfiction is gonna involve Janus being called Deceit. Why? Because Deceit’s name hadn’t canonically come out yet! And this fanfiction came out long before the name reveal episode. 
 [Remus happily comes into the yellow-colored room, lined with snakes, Law and Order posters and Judge Judy posters.]
 Because...Selfishness Vs. Selflessness! And law! 
 [Despite the doll coming from Remus, the doll appeared to be really well made!]
 That’s a compliment! 
 [Deceit looked up from the doll. “And you’re positive this thing actually works?” Deceit asked.
 “Yup! Positive. I tried it on myself before giving it to you, as you can see-” Remus said as he pointed at the green heart on the voodoo doll. “You can try it too, if you want.” Remus suggested.]
 Remus: “I already tried it on myself, so you don’t need proof to show it works.” 
 Also Remus: “...But if you don’t believe me, I suppose you could try it on me...just to see…” 
 [“I suppose this works really well. I will use this voodoo doll to my advantage. Thank you, Remus.” Deceit said with a grin.] 
 ...You SUPPOSE? You just tickled the man till he belly flopped the floor! Of COURSE it works!
 [With everything in place, Deceit was ready to start tormenting the other sides. He left his room and closed the door, allowing Remus to process the mistake he’d made in his room.]
 I doubt Remus would consider giving Janus a voodoo doll, a ‘mistake’. More like ‘the most evil idea ever’! 
[Deceit walked around, looking for potential contenders. While walking down the hall, Deceit gazed his eyes upon a light blue-clothed figure. Recognizing who it was, Deceit his behind a wall and grabbed the light blue heart out of his pocket.]
 Oh boy! It’s Patton first! 
 [Now, if it truly worked, Patton should be bonded with the voodoo doll. Just as a test, Deceit gave Patton’s neck a little flutter with his finger.
 From a few feet into the living room, Patton let out a yelp of surprise.] 
 Huzzah! It works! Turns out putting a fabric heart onto a voodoo doll, will hook Patton up to the doll and make him feel everything that touches the doll’s head. Becaaaause MAGIC!
 [Deceit began tickling the sides of the doll’s neck, fluttering his index finger on both sides of the neck one side at a time. Right side, left side. Right side, left side…
 Patton squealed as his back fell onto the couch. “EEEEHehehehehehehe!” Patton giggled more, flapping his hands absolutely everywhere around his head.] 
 Oh NO! I could sense that! Nope nope nope nope NOPE. 
 [To make things feel a little better, Deceit turned the doll around and gave it a hug.
 Patton smiled as he felt physically hugged by an invisible pair of arms. It felt so warm and snug. Like being held by a security blanket.]
 Awwww! This part has always been a personal favorite part due to how loving it is. It’s times like these that make me wish I had a voodoo doll…
 [Deceit allowed his mouth to morph into a toothy smile as he moved his tickly fingers over to the sides of the doll’s belly.]
 You can just TELL he’s enjoying the hell outta this! #Janusisbestler2021
 [Deceit’s mischief had just left him at this point. Deceit was actually really enjoying making Patton laugh like this. He was keeping it a mystery, sure, but it was really fun seeing Patton laugh and squirm on the couch.] 
 ...Doesn’t everyone feel that with Patton? Or am I the only one? I probably am. I find that BILLIONS of fans LOVE seeing Virgil’s reactions. And Patton’s been fulfilling all the fans’ needs! So...yeah. I would love to tickle Patton! And I would love to be the tickle monster’s pray. Hehe ^w^
 [As he hugged the doll, Deceit watched as Patton practically melted into the touch. It was here, that Deceit discovered something new about Patton: He’s touch-starved. If he were used to touch, Patton would be eventually squirming for him to let go. But, Patton was perfectly comfortable with being cuddled.]
 I actually forgot I added that little fact in here! This is the most realistic fact I have ever seen in my life. 
 [If Deceit didn’t have anything to do, he would’ve definitely stayed to hug Patton for a lot longer.]
 It’s sure a shame that Janus had 4 other sides to tickle. 
 [But, he had things to do.]
 See? Poor man’s busy experimenting with the ultimate tickle toy that beats the Tickle Me Elmo by a landslide. 
 [Deceit hid in the room across from the red-doored room. The room belonged to Roman, who was admiring himself in the mirror. Deceit rolled his eyes, but smiled as he pulled out the red felt heart.] 
 Would you believe I’ve forgotten the order at this point? Maybe now was a good time to re-read it! I’m losing my memory. XD
 [A couple seconds later, the red heart fabric began glowing. This meant that the heart was now fully bonded with Roman!]
 Still don’t quite know how fabric glows, but whatever. Screw logic!
 [Roman - who had been posing in the mirror with his arm up behind his head - squealed and slammed his arm down as he bursted into laughter.]
 Aaah, yes: the classic ‘surprise armpit tickle when the arms are up’ trick. But, with a twist! I’m surprised he didn’t fall! 
 [Deceit giggled and tried tickling two spots at once: the doll’s left armpit and the doll’s right foot. Roman’s eyes practically bulged out of his skull. Roman fell backwards onto the ground, and rolled around manically.] 
 Oop- aaaand he’s down. 
 [Roman was freaking out. Thank god no one was seeing this! How would anyone react to him screaming in laughter at nothing, and rolling around like a wiggle worm?! He would NEVER be able to live that down!]
 *sniffles* Here lies Roman’s pride and confidence. It will forever be missed. 
 [Deceit decided to listen to him and lessen the tickles dramatically. Deceit removed his fingers and decided to try a different tickle spot that Remus shared with Roman: the thighs.] 
 Remus would definitely do this. 
 [Deceit covered his mouth to silently giggle, before adding a second finger to the doll’s thigh. Roman let go of his knees and allowed himself to kick his legs as he rolled around and covered his face with his hands.] 
 Awww! De widdle bean is getting embawwassed! How adowable! OwO 
 [Deceit soaked up as much of Roman’s giggles as he could, before moving onto the left thigh.]
 #Janusisasponge
 [Despite one’s belief with soft tickles, Roman’s giggles didn’t die down! In fact, they almost got a little louder! Deceit’s very light fingernail tickles were almost teasy in a way! This made Roman’s face heat up in embarrassment.
 “Plehehehehease! Ihihihi cahahahahan’t tahahahahake ihihihit! Ihihihit’s sohohoho ticklyhy, and ihihihit’s wohohohohorse thahahat Ihihihi cahahahan’t seehehehehe whehehehere yohohou’ll strihihihike nehehext!” Roman explained through his never ending giggles.]
 Soft tickles can sometimes kill quicker than hard tickles. 
 [Deceit raised an eyebrow. ‘worse when you can’t see’? Now, Deceit was really intrigued.]
 It’s called ‘blindfolded tickles’ with a twist. Aka: ‘you’re worse than SATAN HIMSELF’. 
 And now Janus is gonna start constantly switching spots, to show Roman’s variety in his voice. As if we don’t hear enough melody variety from his singing. XD
 [His laughter would die down into giggles for a while, before growing into even MORE laughter! It was so strange and unpredictable! Whoever this was, was EVIL and should be given PUNISHMENT for such cruel tickle tactics!] 
 Anyone else agree with this? 
 *sees a sea of people in and out of the tickle community* 
 Okay. 
 Roman is given time to breathe, he’s hugged by Janus and Janus moves onto the next victim. 
 [After going up the stairs, Deceit came across Virgil’s room.] 
 We’re literally given the name of who it is this time. No clothing guesses here! Just immediate names. 
 [Now: Knowing Virgil most of his life, Deceit knew that these tickles needed to be tame and calming all at once. He couldn’t go hard on him at all, or else he will really regret it. Even though he could easily get away with it using the Voodoo doll tactic, he still wanted to make him happy, not make him feel miserable.]
 Janus secretly has a soft spot for Virgil because he is a former dark side. 
 [Virgil gasped and bursted into giggles. “Eehehehehe! Gehehehet ohohout ohohohohof thehehere!” Virgil begged. Virgil zipped off his jacket and lifted up his shirt…Funny…No bugs? Were they invisible? Virgil felt around his belly and found that his belly was as bare as can be!]
 I guess the voodoo doll tactic can be quite...deceiving! HA! 
 Why am I like this…it didn’t even make sense.
 [It didn’t take long for his energy to come back thankfully, due to how easy Deceit was on him. Virgil sighed with a smile, and grabbed his headphones to place them on his head. But, just as he put his headphones on, a fluttery feeling started up on Virgil’s ear!]
 ...I actually completely forgot I chose ear tickles for this part! Talk about a renewed experience!
 [Deceit’s smirk got larger as he tickled the different parts of Virgil’s ears. The back of the ears, the front of the ear, the top of the ear flap itself, and even the bit of skull behind the ear was really ticklish! Virgil was giggling madly, shaking his head back and forth and kicking his legs. He was so confused! How were his ears being tickled right now?! Was it some kind of witchcraft?!] 
 Wow! How did Virgil know?! How did he guess it was witchcraft?! 
 [Virgil just didn’t understand. And, to make matters worse, he couldn’t properly think with his ears being tickled and teased!
 Deceit actually planned it that way. He knew that too many physical distractions would stop his spiraling head. This was for the best.] 
 Janus is actually very understanding and loving to Virgil, which is very nice to see! I should write more Virgil & Janus moments like this. 
 [Virgil gasped and suddenly smiled when he felt the feeling of a nice warm hug surrounding him. Virgil didn’t fully understand where the hug-feeling was coming from, but it was enjoyable! Virgil happily snuggled into his bed and cuddled himself into the invisible hug.] 
 Everyone deserves a nice long hug sometimes. And all the time, depending on the person! 
 [Oh boy! Deceit was REALLY excited for this session. Logan is known for showing very little emotion, so finding Logan’s ticklish spots and getting him to laugh could be a game-changer!]
 Lee Logan be like: 
‘shows no emotion. Therefore; laughter is more rewarding when tickled long enough.’
 [After a few minutes of quiet looking, Deceit soon found a book on the very subject he was looking for: voodoo magic.] 
 Because of COURSE Logan has a book on voodoo magic! And this isn’t sarcasm this time! This is genuine! Logan would definitely have a book on voodoo magic in there! 
 [The Voodoo Doll Spellbook: A Compendium of Ancient Contemporary Spells and Rituals]
 This is actually a book I found online! You can buy this book for $32 on Amazon!
 [When it was 100% bonded, Deceit started off small. He placed his fingernail onto the shoulder of the doll, and drew a line down to the outside of the elbow and down to the doll’s stump at the bottom, before removing the fingernail.] 
 [...Logan paused his reading and looked at his arm. Logan examined it, and discovered a potential fear of his had come true: He’s bonded to a voodoo doll! How did- Who in the world has a voodoo doll of HIM?! And WHY?!]
 Hahaha! That moment when you’re reading a book about voodoo, then you feel voodoo magic being done on you? That’s not creepy at all! A nOrMaL oCcUrAnCe!
 [A large squeak left his mouth as he just collapsed onto the floor in mad giggles. Deceit watched as Logan’s emotionless demeanor just crumbled, and allowed his to fall into such an adorable state only a lean nerd could fall into.]
 Presenting, Logan in a nutshell.
 [Deceit liked seeing this reaction. It was kinda cute! So, Deceit kicked it up a notch! He placed his pinky finger onto the black button and began drawing circles around the outside of the black button on the doll.]
 Janus is just having a jolly ol’ time! He should be a tickle monster more often!
 [“Uuh-…Please! That’s my worst spot! I’m begging you!” Logan begged. Deceit lifted an eyebrow. If Deceit wouldn’t have known better, it would’ve sounded like Logan WANTED to be tickled on his hips! So, Deceit did the one thing he 'begged’ for: He squeezed Logan’s hip. “No! NO! NOOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHI SAHAHAHAID PLEHEHEHEHEASE! DIHIHIHIDN’T IHIHI?!” Logan asked.]
 Janus being a little shit in 5 minutes or less. Also, when does please EVER work?!
 [It was here, that Deceit decided to walk out from behind the book shelves and in front of Logan.]
 Voila: the big reveal! Janus was behind the voodoo witchcraft all along!
 [“Deceit?! What are you do-” Logan started, before pausing his sentence as he noticed the item in his hand. “…You!” Logan reacted, jumping up to confront him. “YOU’RE the one with the voodoo doll!” Logan confronted.]
 ...Bro...that was so slow. At this rate, Jim Carrey could determine it was Janus before you could!
 [“Indeed I am. Are you surprised?” Deceit asked.
 Logan put a hand in his pocket. “Yes…I suppose I am. I can see the chances of Remus using this, as much more likely than seeing you with the doll. Then again though…You are capable of manipulation…” Logan explained.
 “Manipulation? Don’t you mean…” Deceit started, before lifting up the doll and his finger. “…exposing the truth?” Deceit corrected, ready to tickle Logan when needed.]
 oooOOOOH! I can sense the tension! The idea that someone is holding information about your weakness, and is ready to exploit it at any point?! HOLY CRAP! 
 [Logan’s face visibly morphed into fear. He clenched his teeth nervously.]
 See? Even Logan’s unnerved!
 [Logan resorted to his usual monotone act. “What…is there to understand? I don’t laugh.” Logan explained.]
 Why the fuck you lyin’? Why you always lyin’? MmmmOh ma gahd, stop fuckin’ LYYYIN’!
 ~Nicholas Fraser, Vine
 [“Oh, NOW you cover up your laugh. Let me not remind you that a few seconds ago, you were freely giggling and rolling on the floor.” Deceit reminded. Logan’s eyes widened in fear and shock. He SAW THAT?! OH SHIT!]
 Mm hmm, Yes. He did in fact see that. And now you are what the virgins would say: Fucked.
 [Logan, growing angry at the dominance Deceit had created over the logical side, Logan ran and attempted to grab the doll right out of his hand. But nope! Deceit dodged it and squeezed Logan’s hip as he ran backwards away from the angry side. Not expecting his hips to be attacked so abruptly, Logan made a whining sound and doubled over desperately.]
 ..Well that happened. Tried and failed. #1. 
[“Not a bad attempt. But, you’re gonna have to try a little harder, in order to get this thing out of my hands.” Deceit warned.
 Logan attempted to glare at the evil side, but the glare quickly failed him as the doll’s belly button AND hip was attacked at the same time. Logan let out a muffled yelp and fell onto the ground.
 “Interesting: Despite your logical nature, you seemed to believe that 'giving me a glare while I’m using voodoo magic on you’, will help you in any manner. Yet: it doesn’t.” Deceit teased logically...]
 ...Shit dude! I guess Janus is now the new Logan! 
 [Logan squeezed his eyes shut and helplessly began to let titters out of his mouth. “See? You’re beginning to break now. It’s probably because I’m using an illogical strategy to get you to laugh. No matter how much you laugh, you will never be able to truly understand: Why does a person laugh when they’re tickled? And, where does it come from?” Deceit proceeded to tease in a logical matter.]
 Why are mice ticklish? Why does the world spin round? And one thing I will never know the workings behind: Where do babies come from?
 [Logan’s pent up laughter pretty quickly turned into his regular giggles.
 “Wow! 2 minutes and 30 seconds! Impressive! Yet, at the same time: unimpressive.” Deceit reacted.]
 *crawls under about 10 different blankets and flips off Janus*
 [“How, you ask? Well, that’s simple really: You happened to be born with a collection of nerve ending around multiple spots. But, to narrow it down: your hips-” Deceit squeezed his hips. “your belly button-” Deceit booped his belly button with his pinky. “and…” Deceit said with a smirk, before placing his fluttering fingers onto the doll’s inner part of the upper leg. “…Your thighs.” Deceit concluded.]
 *screams out of my blanket burrito* “STOP TURNING INTO SHERLOCK HOLMES!”
 [Logan couldn’t help his reaction at all! He couldn’t change it either! Logan’s cheeks, against all circumstances, had turned a light red hue! He was blushing! Deceit couldn’t believe his eyes! “Do my eyes deceive me?! Is the logical side…blushing?” Deceit asked.]
 *starts slowly going into a lee mood because of JANUS DECEIT SANDERS!*
 [Deceit tilted his head as he tried something. Deceit tried fluttering his fingers on the jawline and the back of Logan’s ear…Just to see how he’d react.
 Surprisingly, Logan’s giggles heightened slightly as he curled into the strange, but comfortable touch. It was almost a melting spot for Logan. How cute!
 “It would seem that Logan has something that everyone lacks according to my knowledge: A melting spot. You, Logan, are capable of melting into a certain ticklish spot…Almost as if you like it. Do you like it?” Logan explained.]
 MMMMMMMmmmm why tf is this so CUTE?! 
 [Logan didn’t want to answer that question. He was NEVER going to answer such an embarrassing question!
 Though…Logan’s reputation had been left in tatters minutes before this…so…it wouldn’t hurt, right?
 “Fihihihine…Ihihi lihihihike ihihit…” Logan admitted.
 Deceit smirked. “I knew it!” he reacted, still giving Logan’s ears ticklish, cute little treatment.]
 Awwwwwwwwww!!!!!
 [“Hey! Give that back!” Deceit yelled. Logan looked down at it, and smirked. It was a yellow felt heart. Deceit’s bonding heart…]
 Oooooh...I forgot about this part! I actually forgot just how long this fanfiction was. 
 [With the voodoo doll in his hand and the yellow heart in his other hand, Logan could get Deceit back. Only…one problem:
 “How does this doll work? Do I have to clip the heart onto the…black square where the heart location appears to be?” Logan asked.]
 Congrats! You’ve gotten this far. But now, please let us interrupt your much-wanted tickles with some ‘I don’t know how this works’ kinda humor. Pocket’s fanfictions everybody: A place where filler is expected. XD
 [Logan decided to test it. He lifted up his finger, and tried dragging a fingernail down the doll’s right, scaly side. Deceit gasped and hugged his side, showing off a wobbly smile and curling in a little.
 “Fascinating…” Logan reacted. Deceit looked up and watched in horror as Logan squeezed up and down the doll’s side. Deceit squealed through his toothy smile and let out a few high-pitched giggles.] 
 Awwww yeah! REVEEEEENGE!
 [“You know: For an intimidating and sneaky side, you have a very high-pitched giggle.” Logan reacted. Deceit only squealed in reply and continued to curl himself further. “How cruel of me…using such a powerful piece of black magic, for such a simple little reason. kinda makes you regret your previous actions…doesn’t it Deceit?” Logan continued to tease.]
 *claps proudly*
 Ladies and gentlemen: John motherfucking Watson!
 [“There we go! That wasn’t so hard. Was it?” Logan asked.
“YOHOHOU’RE SOHOHOHO DEHEHEHEAD!” Deceit yelled through his strong and overpowering laughter.]
Woooow...Revenge seems pretty sweet!
[“Oh, alright. I suppose I can give you a break from the feet.” Logan compromised and removed his fingers. Deceit happily took the break and tried to replace as much oxygen as he could through his body. 
But, Logan wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot.]
No sir! No sir-ee bob!
[Deceit got stuck in Logan’s ticklish wonders for a good 30 minutes. Deceit was completely warn out from all the tickles. Which, how was that fair! Deceit had treated the others really well! Why did HE get the rough tickles?! Well, that’s simple: 
What goes around, always comes around…ESPECIALLY if it’s a snake’s doing…]
 Aaaaand that’s all folks! 
I gotta admit: I loved that. I can see why the fanfic got so much recognition! It was long, it was SUPER TEASY, it was EVIL, and it was fun! I had fun! 
I have to now sign off and spend the next hour with my family. I wish you all a wonder 2021! And may we all leave 2020 behind! 
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writeyouin · 4 years
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Hey, absolutely adore your work! I'd love to see a very christmas-y fic with pre-deviant Connor in which the reader attempts to incite some kind of humanlike reaction from him with all the festivities--baking, gift-wrapping, all the fluffy little in-betweens, hehe. If you end up not getting to it somehow/don't have time or motivation, please don't worry about it! (and if ya could shoot me a message or sumthin to lemme know you got this, pls do! tumblr eats a lot of asks for me.)
Connor X Reader - Traditions
A/N – Hey, I hope you don’t mind that it’s not too long. It’s really little more than a drabble, but I think it turned out okay.
Warnings – None.
Rating – T
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Connor stood in the hallway of your home, looking annoyed as he often did between deviancy cases. You knew if you left him, he would stay there all night, trying to figure out the connection between androids and RA9; it was a process he had gone through since he first came to stay with you. Granted, he was supposed to stay at the station between cases, but it seemed cruel to leave him there, so you had offered to let him stay with you. Connor, seeing the tactical advantage of staying with at least one partner, should there be a case after hours, had accepted your offer graciously.
You stretched, feeling tired after the long day at work. You and Connor had just left Hank at the park, after a long discussion involving the fates of the two Traci’s at the Eden club. Quite frankly, after such a case, wherein Connor had spared the life of the androids, letting them escape, you had begun to question his own deviancy. Given time, you thought he might become more human than most people you knew, but would he be prepared for that day? If he did turn deviant, you wanted him to know that you would be there for him, but how did one broach such a sensitive subject with the deviant hunter himself?
“Hey Connor, you alright?” You asked, motioning to his yellow blinking LED.
“My systems are fully functional, if that is what you mean,” He answered mechanically.
“It’s not. I just meant- Well, today was rough and-”
“Need I remind you Detective I do not have human emotions.”
“Right,” You deadpanned, not believing it for a second. “You know, off duty, you can just call me (Y/N).”
“Would that make you more comfortable?”
“Yeah.”
Connor nodded curtly, “Then I shall only use your rank at work, (Y/N).”
“Great…” You walked further inside, wondering how to best help Connor realise that he was turning just as much deviant as the other androids. Whether he was affected by the earlier case or not, he followed you for the first time since he had become your temporary roommate. He took note of your interests based on what he found in your home, from the books that lined the shelves to the pictures that adorned the walls.
You flicked on the radio, which usually helped you think, happy to find that your station was playing through the classic Christmas songs.
“So,” You started, “What do you think of between cases? Other than RA9 and further deviancy, I mean.”
“Well,” Connor considered momentarily, “I wonder how I can make Lieutenant Anderson more cooperative with me.”
“Hmm? You won’t need to worry about that after tonight. You really earned his respect out there.”
“Really? How could you tell?”
“Because, you didn’t shoot.”
Connor’s brow furrowed confusedly, “But we failed our case.”
“By protecting a life,” You insisted.
“That was an android, (Y/N). Just like me, it wasn’t alive.”
You sighed, turning away from Connor to enter your bedroom. He did not follow, sensing he had disappointed you with his answer. You gathered a few supplies from your wardrobe, bringing them out with you and laying them out on the living room floor, all the while wondering how you could teach Connor that not taking the shot was far braver than anything else he could have done at the Eden club.
Wishing to ensure your cooperation in future cases, Connor tried to pick up the conversation in a way that might please you. “What do you think about between cases?” He asked.
“I think about a lot of different things,” You said, distractedly.
“What are you thinking about right now?”
“The holidays.”
Connor looked at you, as if waiting for an elaboration.
“Okay, well, I’m wondering if my family will like the gifts I’ve picked out, and if they’ll complain the wrapping isn’t neat enough again. I’m hoping we’ll get a lot of good snow this year, and thinking about making gingerbread men for Mr Cormaci down the road; ever since his husband died, he’s all alone and I could use the biscuits to invite him up on Christmas. After all, nobody should be left alone on the holidays, especially not an eighty-year-old man. So, like I said, I think about a lot of things.”
“I’m not doing anything right now,” Connor commented. “Perhaps I can help you wrap your gifts.”
You considered the proposal for a moment, and then a bright idea hit you. Maybe if you could show Connor the joy of joining in Christmas festivities, he would have something of a human reaction which would help him if he later deviated.
“Okay, sure, I guess I could use the help.”
And so, Connor joined you on the floor, wrapping the presents that were put before him. The two of you were complete opposites. Where Connor worked in silence, making sure every present was impossibly neat, you sang every Christmas song loudly, making a mess and often getting the tape stuck to your fingers.
As soon as that was done, you asked him to join you to bake. You helped him with every step, mostly so you could keep a close eye on him and see if he would show any human emotion. All it would take was the tiniest hint of a smile, a few hummed notes of one of the Christmas songs, maybe even some further curiosity about your own traditions, but he remained stubbornly closed off to you.
With that, you incited the next round of your Christmas game, asking him to help decorate the apartment for the holidays.
“Isn’t it a little late in the night for that?” Connor asked.
“Hmm? I suppose, but I doubt I’ll be able to sleep for a while, so we may as well do it now, unless you don’t want to,” You said, ignoring the tiredness that tugged at your mind, begging you to sleep.
At your insistence, Connor complied with your request, helping you unpack the decorations you had pulled out a few days prior, placing them wherever you instructed him to. He remained stony-faced as he dressed the tree, even when you let him put the topper on, an honour you didn’t give to just anyone. It seemed that your plan to spread humanity through Christmas cheer was completely useless. You wondered if you could come up with a better plan in the future but thought it might have to wait until morning; perhaps sleep would provide you with a dream that might help.
After saying goodnight to Connor, you excused yourself, leaving him to go into stasis in the hallway as you always did. Instead of going into stasis however, Connor stood staring at the tree that he had helped decorate. The slowly blinking lights felt relaxing to watch. They were so small and delicate, not at all like the harsh glaring lights of the city; for some reason, the thought made him smile. Connor supposed that was his integration software, but how could it be when there was nobody around that he needed to integrate with.
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It had been a year since you had last got Connor to partake in some Christmas traditions, and a lot had changed since then. Instead of living with you, he had stayed with Hank for a while before moving into his own place. He had been reinstated to the DPD where the three of you worked on more than just android related cases. Best of all however was the way Connor now regularly showed real human emotion on a daily basis; he had earned that freedom after everything he had been through.
Connor sat at the table of his own apartment, wrapping your present whilst happily listening to Christmas music. He couldn’t wait till you tore open the green parcel to find a first edition of your favourite book; it was one of the last remaining copies, since books had went paperless now. Given time, he hoped he might live to see a day where the two of you might be a couple. He longed to sit with you resting lazily on top of him, reading the book together as a couple. For now, that was only a Christmas wish, but given time, he was sure it would come true. After all, without you, Connor was sure he would have never deviated in the first place.
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ltjlily17 · 4 years
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The truth about vampires
Let’s start off with some basics. What’s your name? Rachel How old are you? 35 What’s your hair and eye color? Green eyes, brown to teal hair. How tall are you? 5′6″
What’s your relationship status? Married Alright, enough of that. Let’s move on to the random shit. What’s your favorite song? Mayonaise by the Smashing Pumpkins, Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton and In Your Atmosphere by John Mayer. What does that song mean? What is the message behind it? They are all pretty different theme wise, but all three really evoke a feeling. Is it your favorite because you relate to it, or do you just like the beat? They’re all more guitar heavy than having a beat, the lyrics and overall feeling the songs provide are what really get m, though. Have any pets? If so, what are they and what’s their names? I have a dog named Finn, and a cat named Mateo. Have you ever met your idol? If so, were they nice or were they kind of an ass? I don’t have an idol. What’s your favorite method of gaming? (PC, Xbox, Playstation, etc) Either the Switch or my laptop. Xbox is fine, but I guess I prefer a handheld type device.  If you’re in college, what’s your major and why did you pick it? I am not in college. My major when I attended varied between visual communications, education and IT. I didn’t choose nor graduate. How’re you doing today? Meh, theres a lot going on around me with people I care about. I was talking to a friend earlier about how most people are stressed or unhapy this time of year, which is really not my experience. I love buying gifts for others, decorating and baking, so this is generally a good time for me. What color are your bedroom walls? Ugh, like a pastel yellow. I really dislike the color. I have painted some grey paint splotches on one wall to see which one I liked most, but I’ve never gotten around to actually painting. Describe your favorite shirt. I don’t know that I have a favorite. I typically wear a shirt I got from John Mayer’s last tour the most- its got a cool fish and cat graphic on it. Use this space to tell someone off. I’ve no one to tell off. What’s your view on smart watches? Cool or a waste of money? I have one. I like it. I really like watches in general, though and I feel a little sad I don’t wear the analog ones anymore, but I’d miss the functionality of the smartwatch. What is one poster that you have hanging on your bedroom wall of? I don’t have anything hanging on the walls in my room. We have slanted ceilings, so there isn’t even enough space for a poster. My room was covered in band posters as a teenager, though. How many times have you moved in your life? I lived at home til 20, lived with my first roommate til 25, a townhouse with a friend and my now husband for a year, an apt with my now husband for 4 years and now our house for 5 years. If you moved, do you like where you are now better than where you were? I’ve stayed in pretty much the same area, but living in our house is definitely better than the one bedroom apartment we were in. What’s your favorite color and why? Grey. Darker earthy tones. Do you have a calendar? If so, what’s the theme? Nope. Just use my watch/phone. Have any famous person’s autographs? I do on some concert tickets from when I was younger. Do you draw well? Depends on your perspective, to my non-artistic friends, they think I’m amazing. The artistic friends, probably just roll their eyes lol. What type of cell phone do you have? iPhone X. Should you be doing anything else right now or are you just bored? I finally finished the wedding I had been editing and the only other project I have right now is the paint by number of our dog I got for my husband as a gift, but he’s here, so it has to wait. Finishing that wedding was a huge weight off my shoulders.
If you’re in school/college, what’s your favorite subject and why? Not in school. Maybe now that I’m done with the wedding I’ll start exploring some learning opportunities. Are you a cat or a dog person? Why? I would’ve always said cat until I got a dog. There are a lot of things about dogs I was really not into, but I love my dog so much. Personality wise, I’m more of a cat person, but in practice I like dogs. Tell me about the plot of your favorite book. I have several. One has a ghost that rings a bell around a mounted moose’s head. Do you wear glasses or contacts? Glasses. What do you think about horror movies? I like them. I’ve seen a lot of old ones. Back in the day, my mom and I would go to Blockbuster and I’d get a different horror movie every week. If you love them (I do), what’s your favorite? Nightmare on Elm Stree is a classic for me. It Follows is probably the one that fucked me up the most. Got any cool Christmas presents picked out for family or friends yet? I’ve got all my gifts purchsed except for the hub. He sent me a ridiculous wish list that included a suit of armor and a castle and then decided he didn’t want any gifts this year. I’m running out of time to figure something out. Do you do Black Friday shopping or wait for Cyber Monday? Neither. I’m definitely not going to go out on Black Friday and deal with all those people for junk I don’t need. As for Cyber Monday, I don’t really pay much attention to any of the deals and don’t really buy more on that day than I would on any other. Have any mental illnesses? Not encompassing enough to get any kinda of diagnosis. What’s your favorite word and why? No idea.  What is the most expensive thing you own, and what is it? My car? I mean, I don’t outright own it yet. Singular item, my MacBook or iMac, I guess.  Did you buy that item yourself? Yes, I bought the macbook and iMac after I left my job at Cassano’s and needed a new laptop since my previous one was owned by the company. Where do you work and what is your position? *I am currently unemployed. How often do you cuss? A fair amount. Maybe just a little bit more than whomever I’m talking to. What type of car do you drive, if any? I have a 2012 Volvo s60. Are you happy with it? If no, what’s your dream car? I prefer to drive my car than my husbands, but I’m like 50/50 on liking it. Right now, my dream vehicles are the new Land Rover Defender or an Audi Q8. Do you have a lot of social media accounts? Which ones? I have Instagram, Facebook LinkedIn and Tumblr. I very rarely post on any of them. I use snapchat a lot, though, if that counts. What is your favorite genre of music? My Spotify year end review said I listen to Pop, Rock, Indie, Folk and Emo the most. In that order. Does your family have holiday traditions? If so, what are they? Nope. My fmaily just barely cobbles themselves together for major holidays. If you’re in a relationship, are you happy with it? Sure. People are breaking up around us, and it really makes me appreciate the relationship my husband and I have, even if it doesn’t always feel like its going as well as it is. How long have you been with your significant other? Just hit the 10 year mark. Do you like psychology? (It’s my college major). Nah. Never really been something I’m too interested in. What is something your state is popularly known for? College football I guess.  Do you like to do craft projects? If so, what’s the coolest thing you made? I do. I recently drew a bunch of Dungeons and Dragons monsters to use as ornaments on a tree in my dining room where my husband and his friends play Dungeons and Dragons on Sundays. I’ve made some painting as house warming gifts or nursery art for friends children that they’ve hung up and thats nice to see. Do you watch sports or do you think they’re overrated? Nah. Not really a fan. What’s one occupation you think gets paid too much and doesn’t deserve to? Meh, I don’t know that I want to hate on any specific occupation. The extremely rich do bother me, however, with how much money they make, often at their employees detriment. Do you straigthen your hair? Not usually. I have more lately, since its getting long again. I’m more likely to do the loose waves thing, though. Ever dyed your hair a color that isn’t natural? (blue, pink, etc) Yes, it is currently teal. How’s your relationship with your parents? Relationship with my mom is okay, none with my dad. Do you still live with them or do you have your own house? I live in my own home. What’s something you are currently saving money for to buy? Hmm, nothing. The couple of items I want at the moment, I asked for on my Christmas list. Do you smoke/vape? If so, what brand do you smoke/what device do you use? Nope, I’ve never smoked. Ever done drugs? Nope. Tell me one of your worst habits. Picking at my cuticles? What’s a weird quirk you have that no one else you know does? No idea, I kind of doubt that theres something I do that no one else ever does. If you game, what type of headset do you use? I don’t ever need a headset. What type of computer do you own, and do you like it? I have a MacBook Pro. I used to have an Air and I loved it, but my husband talked me into getting the Pro instead and I regret it.  What’s the thing that annoys you the most? When my husband asks google to make his cellphone ring at max volume without even trying to look for it. Today, it was in his pocket. What brand of TV do you have? Samsung. Are you excited for Christmas? (It’s December 1st today when I made this) Kind of? I love how cozy my house feels with all the decorations.  Tell me about your favorite vacation you’ve taken. We went to New York for my birthday/anniversary/Halloween 2 years ago. Tell me something cool about yourself. I am not cool? Did/do you get good grades in school/college? Not in my middle school/high school years. What’s your ringtone on your phone? Vibrate. What’s your favorite store to shop in? The internet. If you won the lottery, what is the first thing you would buy and why? I have no idea. I’d probably sit on the money for a long time and then once I finally broke the seal, buy a bunch of stuff. How long have you had a Bzoink account? Don’t have one. Ever been to Field of Screams? If so, what’s your favorite attraction? Nope. Do you own a Polaroid camera? I have an Instax camera. Do you have hardwood floor in your room or carpet? The two bedrooms upstairs have carpet, but the rest of the house is hardwood. It’s a Saturday night, what are you typically doing? Relaxing at home, most likely. Doing a crossword puzzle, probably. Do you have a lot of friends or do you not have any at all? I have a couple. What’s your all time favorite movie and why? I don’t know, really. I watch the Iron Man movies and Thor Ragnarok the most these days. How many blankets do you sleep with at night? A sheet and comforter. What’s the last TV show you watched? Did you enjoy it? The Mandalorian. I do enjoy it.  Do you prefer cable TV or do you use Netflix? We have cable, but never really watch it. Everything we want to watch is only Netflix or Disney+. What is your dream job and why? I have no idea. Need to get to thinking on that. Do you think you would be a good therapist? I do. I think I can listen to people and help them come to their own answers pretty well. What’s your favorite brand of clothing? I don’t know that I have a favorite. Anything that fits well and has a lot of sales lol.
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goodnightkisseu · 5 years
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Park Jihoon - Study Date
Requested By: @nothingwithoutwannaone (“ I wanted to request a(nother) Ji Hoon fic because wow I haven't read much of those lately. Time to fan my bias wrecker flames xD Thanks for opening up requests and I can't wait to see what you'll produce. Love you lots! ”)
Genre: Fluff
Note: This was a request from my very lovely Kim for her bias wrecker, Jihoon. This one was particularly fluffy and that made it really enjoyable to write. I had a lot of fun with it! I hope that everyone has been enjoying all of the fics and drabbles this week. It’s exciting to finally share them with everyone! As always, feel free to let me know what you think!
Enjoy~
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Spring was always the busiest quarter for most universities. It was the time when most students were trying to shove in a couple of extra classes either to graduate or to ensure they didn’t have to take the summer quarter. It was the time of year when prospective students and their families started touring campuses, trying to figure out if a particular university suited them and their future plans. It was also the time of year when the cherry blossoms bloomed, and the campus was flooded with locals that wanted to see the beautiful baby pink flowers. Around exam time the campus seemed even busier, every space seemingly filled with people.
However, you and Jihoon were no different. Much like the rest of the student body, you were also on campus, looking for a place to study. You weaved in and out of the massive crowds of people, slipping right through a tour group filled with high school seniors and their parents. The two of you had already visited two of the libraries on campus, and much to your luck, every study room was full. There weren’t even one of those little singular desks available. Ah, exam time.
Having literally no luck with any central libraries, the pair of you decided to head further out, in particular, to the engineering library. On normal days, students didn’t usually like coming here unless the needed to. It was really out of the way, and students usually weren’t there unless they were engineering graduate students that needed certain books. So, not only was it usually the quietest library, but it was also usually the one with available study rooms.
After weaving through more large groups and overall traffic, the pair of you walked hand in hand through the large doors of the engineering library, instantly welcomed by the smell of books. You gave a small smile to the person working near the door, who recognized you from when you were here, cramming for back to back exams a couple of months ago. When you were finally at the elevator, the two of you took it up to the fourth floor, which was usually the emptiest. You checked the study rooms as you passed them, peeking over Jihoon’s shoulder as he took the lead, walking around the perimeter of the rows and rows of books to look through the room windows.
“Is this one being used too?” you whispered gently from behind him.
He gave you a small nod. “Yeah, I guess a lot of people are here because they couldn’t get a study room at the other libraries…” he said, gently biting his lip. Honestly, your search for a study room was taking longer than he had originally thought it would. Part of him wondered if the two of you should have just stayed in your dorm room to study, as your roommate was out with her study group. Thing was, the reason you had both decided it would be better to go out was that you always got distracted by something there… and truthfully, he really needed to use his time wisely today. A study room was definitely ideal.
“Maybe we could try the fifth floor? People usually go up there for the natural light, but maybe there will be rooms because it’s a little warm today,” you suggested, and Jihoon gave you a small nod in response. You knew that he was a bit disheartened at this point. The two of you had left your dorm room almost an hour ago, and you still hadn’t found a place to settle down and study. He had a lot to do, and walking around for an hour was definitely not on his to-do list. Still, you remained hopeful that you would find a quiet place for the two of you… at least, you hoped it was soon.
You headed up the nearby stairs together, eyes scanning the first couple of rooms when you got to the top landing. You felt a bit discouraged when you saw that they were already full. However, when the two of you rounded the corner, your eyes lit up, seeing the door to one of the rooms was left open and that there were no occupants within. You gently tugged on Jihoon’s hand, who was still looking at some of the study rooms in the opposite direction. He got the hint when he realized how excited you were and followed you, a small smile gracing his lips as you entered the empty room.
“Talk about lucky,” Jihoon said with a chuckle, closing the door behind him and placing his bag on the table across from you. “I thought we would never be able to find one.”
“Heh, I lost hope for a bit there too. We probably got lucky and the people that were here before just left. Guess we came up here at the right time,” you replied as you grabbed your laptop, notes, and notebook from your bag, setting up your things in your usual study arrangement.
If you were honest, lately it felt like the only time you got to see Jihoon alone was when the two of you decided to go on these study dates. You were busy with your classes, taking more than the recommended amount this quarter, as well as working a part-time job. These things took up a good chunk of your day. Jihoon… well, he was spread far thinner than you were. Classes, his frat, his part-time job, and even the gaming club that he ran. Sometimes you wondered how the two of you even met up given your schedules. Still, here you were, glued to his side whenever he wasn’t extremely busy.
“Jihoon, how are you feeling about your tests? I remember you telling me that one of them is a pretty big one…” you asked gently, your brow furrowing slightly. You worried about Jihoon a lot. It always felt like he took too much on himself. If he was asked to do something, his usual answer was that he would get to it. Normally, it would sound like he was blowing that person off, but he really meant it. He got to everything that was on his plate, whether he should have been working that hard or not. Even with exams around the corner people were still asking him for things. You had the option to lock yourself in a study room or in your dorm room, completely secluded from the world. Jihoon… well, it was harder to do that when you lived in a frat.  
Your boyfriend gave you a sheepish smile, his head shifting ever so slightly. Though you hadn’t known each other for very long, you knew that reaction well. It meant he was uncertain. “Well, I don’t think that I’ll flat-out fail the test. I don’t feel that bad about it, but I also feel like I could do better? That I could have put more time into learning the areas I’m unfamiliar with, you know?”
“Jihoon, you’d have more time if you stopped taking so much on yourself,” you chided gently, and he only smiles gently in return. The two of you have talked about it before. He knew you worried, but he tried to ease that worry.
“I know, but they need me. It’ll be okay, I promise. Plus, they’ve been trying to help? A lot of the guys in the frat have been telling me to look at their test bank. I think they just don’t realize that I can’t quite bring myself to do it. I’m just going to do what I can with the information that I can cram in, you know?”
You gave him a small nod in understanding. “Well, I think you can do it even without a test bank. You’re smart and you’ll pick it up quickly,” you urged, watching that smile of his to broaden.
“What about you? How is preparation for your exams going? I know you’ve been pulling a lot of extra shifts at the job because a lot of people have been flaking because of exams. Do you think you’ll do okay? I know you’ve been pushing yourself pretty hard…” The two of you may not have spent a lot of time in the same physical space, but you had been messaging each other a lot. There had been a handful of nights when Jihoon had expected you to be studying at home, but you were instead at work. You hadn’t told him that you were picking up extra shifts, and he was honestly a bit worried. You told him that you didn’t have much of a choice and as much as you worried about his inability to say ‘no,’ he worried of the same for you. You were both working on it.
“Hmm… well, it’s definitely not fun, but I don’t think it’s as bad as yours. It might be worth about a third of the grade, but it is curved. So, basically, as long as I can be at least average or better, I’ll be fine,” you joked, getting a chuckle out of Jihoon.
“You are definitely not average,” he reassured you.
It was your turn to giggle at the sudden comment. Sometimes, Jihoon would say things that you didn’t fully expect… but it didn’t mean that you didn’t appreciate them. Even if it did make you a little shy. “But really, I think  I’ll be alright. I’m comfortable with the material for that class. I think if I can make it to the exam review tomorrow, as well as hammer through some of these practice problems, I should be fine,” you told him honestly, Jihoon nodding with that smile on his face. Your conversation naturally died down from there as the two of you buried yourselves into your course material.
It had been about an hour of just studying amongst yourselves and you really wanted to say something to Jihoon. As the two of you didn’t get to spend much time together, you really just wanted to talk to him, to feel close. Yet you refrained from doing so. Given how busy he had been with school, work, his frat, and the gaming club, you were pretty sure that this was the first bit of quiet that he had gotten in weeks. Exams were important and you didn’t want to distract him. You had, in the past, tried to help Jihoon in any way you could. If you both took a class together, you would try to fill in the gaps in his understanding with what you knew, but this was the first quarter where this wasn’t the case and you felt a bit helpless. Truly, just because you wanted a bit of attention, you felt like you didn’t feel it right to ask at the moment. So, pulling your eyes away from your boyfriend, you went back to your notes.
It wasn’t long before you got lost in a series of formulas, only to be pulled out of memorizing them when a scrap of paper landed squarely in your view. You were quick to look for the perpetrator – even if it could only be one person – your eyes meeting with Jihoon’s from across the table.
“Did I do something wrong?” you asked, wondering if maybe one of your unconscious habits was driving him up the wall.  You knew that when you were concentrating hard on a task that you became oblivious to what was going on around you, and you couldn’t help but wonder if your pen clicking, or maybe your light tongue clicking had gotten to Jihoon.  
But instead of hearing about which obnoxious habit had driven Jihoon batty, all you got was a pout. “It’s not that…” he said slowly, seemingly having a hard time coming up with the right words. “It’s just… you’re… you’re really quiet today,” he pointed out, watching as your eyes rapidly blinked in confusion.
“I-I am?” you stuttered, a bit surprised that he had even realized that you hadn’t said a word. He seemed so focused that you never would have known.
“Yeah…” he admitted, gently biting his lip. “Usually by now you would have started up about something that a friend of yours did, or about a trip that they want to go on. Yet, you haven’t said a thing. Earlier I noticed that it seemed like you wanted to say something… but then you didn’t. Is… is anything wrong?” he asked. Truthfully, he had been waiting for you to say something for a while now. Though he needed to study, he also really enjoyed your conversations while the two of you work. The dead silence was too much for him. It didn’t feel right.
Jihoon had caught on fast. You were a bit surprised. You did want to say something. You wanted this to be like your usual dates together, where half of it would be hanging out and the other half of it was actually getting stuff done.  But you also didn’t want to push Jihoon to feel like he had to entertain you… because you knew he would. His exams were difficult and you were not going to be the reason he failed.
“I know that you’ve had a lot on your plate lately, so I thought you could use some quiet study time. I didn’t want to bother you…” you admitted with a nervous laugh, watched as Jihoon’s lips curled into a smile.
You were both still at a stage in your relationship where it was a little awkward to express yourselves, but even so, Jihoon really admired how considerate you were. You didn’t often make big displays of grandeur when you did something for him. Rather, it was all of your smaller actions, like now, when you busied yourself so that he could study. Or, even when you dropped him off a small snack before his class, or sent him an encouraging message. It was these small things that Jihoon realized really cemented how he felt about you. And right now, it really warmed his heart.
“That’s really sweet, but you don’t have to be so quiet. We can still talk like we usually do. This date is just like any of our other study dates,” he pointed out.
You shook your head and pouted. “It’s no the same with exams basically next week, Jihoon. They’re important and it’ll affect whether you get into your major. I don’t want to be the cause of your failure…” you mumbled.
Jihoon couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re silly, you know that? If I fail, then it’s because I didn’t study hard enough. It’s not because of you. I go on these study dates with you because I like seeing you, I want to talk to you. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be around you so much,” he explained, being sincere with his words.
Your cheeks tinted at his sweet words, and now you felt silly for being so quiet. He really… he really was something else. “Alright,” you conceded. “If that’s the case then… I have something to tell you…”  you added slowly, Jihoon’s expectant eyes scanning yours. He was hanging onto your every word and you were sure he was going to be disappointed. It was still cute though. “Your math for that problem you’re working on has been wrong since about step three.”
His eyes widened at your words, obviously not expecting you to point out a math error. He thought you were going to say something sweet, not point out that his math skills were questionable. He had Woojin to do that. “Wait, what?” he asked as he scanned over his work, and sure enough, he had messed up his math. Well, better here than on the test. “Yah, why didn’t you tell me about it sooner? I’ve been working on this multi-step problem or like fifteen minutes, and I’ve been wrong for about ten of those!”
“Jihoon, the best way to learn is to mess it up first. That way, when you get to the test, you’ll remember what to do. If I told you that you got it wrong, you would have just forgotten,” you reasoned, watching that pout form on his lips again.
“But it was such a waste of time,” he whined before an idea struck him. “Hey… wait a minute. If you know how to do these problems properly, do you think you could tutor your boyfriend how to set them up properly?” he asked sweetly, making you giggle.
“I’ll show you, but I won’t give you the answers,” you told him, Jihoon nodded eagerly.
He scooted over and gestured for you to move your chair over, and you couldn’t help but obliged. As soon as you were situated, you gently pulled his work towards you so that you could help him with his calculations. Your study dates could often be unpredictable, but the one thing that was for sure was that you were always excited to spend time with Jihoon…
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peach-pot · 3 years
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gonna make a sign for my college dorm that says you’re only allowed to enter if you’re cringe on tumblr
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nocteverbascio · 5 years
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luclex - roommates
this was kind of based off the prompt “We’re at a party and someone asks what your type is and you describe me perfectly while staring right at me” AU but it is also a sequel to this little ficlet i wrote Roommates + Awful First Meeting 
you can enjoy it here on tumblr or on ao3 link
“Are you sure you’re okay to come with me?” Alex asks, wringing her fingers as she stands in Lucy’s doorway. She should be getting dressed but she just got back from the lab and she’s still in her sweatshirt and jeans.
Lucy’s putting on her make up already and she just needs to change her dress. A notoriously sexy red dress that will definitely catch attention. She pauses to look at Alex. “Are you changing your mind?” She continues to put on her blush. “Because that’d be really shitty of you to change your mind as I am getting ready.”
“No! Not at all! I want you to come!” Alex quickly says, pushing up her glasses by the side carefully. She bites her lip. “It’s just that I know your dad hates anything media related and CatCo is kind of...worldwide media.”
Lucy drops her hands on the vanity and stares at Alex. “Do you know who my sister is? Pulitzer Prize winner? For outstanding journalism?” Alex shrugs. As if she’s supposed to know what that means. “My dad just doesn’t like the media delving and trying to uncover government secrets. It makes us look bad.”
Alex’s face screws up in confusion. “So should you even be there? Being JAG and all that.”
Lucy turns her head to Alex. “I’m going because you asked me to.” Alex opens her mouth and Lucy points her brush threateningly at Alex to stop her from speaking. “And I want to go with you. It’ll give me an opportunity to tell your adviser embarrassing stories about living with you.”
Alex’s jaw drops and she points at Lucy in return. “Don’t you dare! There are no embarrassing stories that need to be shared!”
Lucy laughs and bats Alex’s finger away with her brush. “No promises.” Alex pouts and Lucy waves her off. “Go, go, get ready. I can’t look hot enough for the both of us.”
“Is it too late to disinvite you?” Alex grumbles as she turns around to go to her room.
Lucy could eat Alex up. Honestly, she could. It’s not like she hasn’t thought of it before. It’s not like Alex hasn’t thought of it before.
After Lucy met Alex the first time at the bar, despite their obvious physical attraction, they did a good job being “adult” about the whole situation. They were both respectful and surprisingly good roommates.
Alex had her controlled mess because she was constantly in and out because of lab at odd hours, while Lucy was immaculate because she was constantly in and out because of the office at odd hours. The first couple of months they shared were the odd 4pm dinners and 2am snacks at times. On the rare occasion, they had a weekend off at the same time, they came together to actually talk about what they needed to get done for the apartment.
However, this was a rare occasion that they were going out to a public event together. An event that they both needed to get dressed up for.
Lucy can’t help but stare at Alex’s figure. Underneath the sweaters and jeans Lucy generally sees her in, when Alex dresses up, she’s a showstopper. Even if Alex is in a simple black dress, the halter neck shows off her shoulders and the fabric hugs every curve of Alex’s body with cut just below her knees shows off her toned calves. Alex doesn’t even need to do much with her hair (it was only at the insistence of Lucy telling her to add some mousse for volume) that makes her look even prettier.
Maybe she shouldn’t be staring so much because they’ve been standing so close too each other since they’ve arrived and Lucy can feel Alex radiating heat off of her body. It’s mostly Lucy’s fault because every time Alex introduces her to someone, Lucy always has a comment.
"Wow, Alex, where have you been hiding this beautiful woman?”
“She keeps me handcuffed to the bed,” Lucy jokes like she can’t help it. She honestly can’t because the look on Alex’s face is priceless.
Cisco laughs boisterously even though he reaches for Lucy’s hand charmingly. Lucy takes it easily. “I always knew Alex was freaky,” he leans in conspiratorially.
Alex slaps at Cisco’s wrist to let go of Lucy. “Shut up, Cisco, don’t listen to her,” she quickly denies. “Lucy’s my roommate.”
Cisco’s eyes widen at the realization. “Oh! The roommate.” He laughs at Alex, pointing at her. “Ahhh. And they were roommates.”
Alex rolls her eyes. “This is Cisco. I’ve mentioned him before.” Lucy nods to Alex. He’s made of memes and twizzlers.
“Nice to finally meet you, Cisco,” Lucy says kindly. “It’s good to know that at least one of the people she regularly talks about exists.”
“Do you really think all of my friends are imaginary?” Alex throws back in annoyance.
“Hmm, or alien.” “Mostly, alien.” Lucy and Cisco say simultaneously. They share a joyful look to each other before Cisco cheers and gives Lucy a high five.
“Alright, alright,” Alex breaks up the connection and pulls Lucy to her side. “Stop ganging up on me. I didn’t bring you here to do that.”
Lucy nods, pretending to be serious. “Right, arm candy. Got it,” she adds a little salute before slipping hand into Alex’s and holding onto the crook of her elbow. “Lead the way.” She looks up at Alex, who is briefly fixated on Lucy’s fingers laced in hers. It doesn’t change the fact that Alex’s hand is warm and soft and being this close to her was perfect.
Lucy tries to be less teasing as Alex introduces her to a few of her professors and possible doctoral panelists. It surprises them both when a reporter stops to ask Alex about her research with J’onn. She uses some of her charm to bolster Alex and Alex’s flustered reaction says it all. Alex is far too humble for all the genius work she’s doing on xenobiology.
“I must’ve sounded so stupid just now,” Alex shares, slightly mortified after the reporter. “I don’t usually talk to reporters. That’s J’onn’s expertise.”
Lucy nods, understanding, hooking onto Alex’s arm. ”How about we get a drink? Just to take a break.”
Alex nods in agreement and lets out a sigh of relief. “That sounds like such a good idea right now.”
The bar is getting full and there isn’t too much space until Alex finds a spot at the end.
“I’ll go get the drinks,” Lucy declares. Alex doesn’t argue with Lucy because she knows that Lucy has her way of getting the bartender’s attention.
Alex just stands in her spot and leans casually against the bar, staring after Lucy. She smiles because the immense relief she feels by Lucy’s presence. Even though she’s been more flustered than not by Lucy’s comments, Alex can’t help but feel relaxed. It’s what she needs to seems less like she only spends time in the lab.  
“Did I just see you talking to Linda Park?” Cisco immediately asks as he approaches the bar. He’s nursing something that looks like scotch but smells nothing like it.
“Yeah, she wanted to ask me about my research,” Alex answers, still mildly confused that she was briefly interviewed.
Cisco whistles and leans against the bar. “I wish she interviewed me.”
Alex snorts at Cisco. “You just want to flirt with her,” she points out.
Cisco blows a raspberry before sipping his drink. “Are you kidding me? Maybe she would wanna flirt with me. Who knows?” Cisco’s MO is never hard to read.
Alex rolls her eyes.
Lucy reappears beside Alex and hands her a glass that matches her own. “They have Suntory,” she says to Alex with excitement.
Alex takes the glass of whiskey and a whiff of it has her recoiling. “Why is it so strong?”
Lucy just tips the glass in Alex’s hand by the bottom. “Strong scent, but smooth finish. You’ll like it.”
Alex almost spills some of it but manages to drink some of it. Lucy is of course right. “God, that’s good,” Alex exhales feeling the whiskey slide down her throat with ease and warming her with the spice.
Lucy just shares a look of I told you so and sips on her own glass. She notices Cisco finally. “Hey, Cisco. How’s your night going? Anymore failed attempts at flirting?”
Cisco holds his hand over his heart dramatically. “Okay, one: ouch. Two: rude. And three: what makes you think there were any failed attempts?” Lucy raises her eyebrows alongside Alex. “Wow, you two really are something else.”
“Don’t feel so bad, Cisco,” Lucy tries to ameliorate. “You’re just not my type.”
Cisco raises his eyebrows almost conspiratorially. “Pray tell, Lucy Lane, roommate of Alex Danvers, what is your type?”
Alex shakes her head. “You don’t have to answer that,” she interjects.
Lucy purses her lips at Alex. “I think I will,” Lucy wiggles her eyebrows, “just to set the record straight.”
Alex warms because Lucy’s flirting with her again. She knows that Lucy is flirting because her eyes dim just ever so slightly. And she’s seen that at 2am, when they’re sitting next to each other on the couch, eating dinner, talking about their day.
“Cisco,” Lucy addresses, even though her eyes linger on Alex, “I like the girl next door. The one that wears sweatshirts with holes in them and has messy hair when she rolls out of bed with her glasses on.” Alex nonchalantly sips her drink even though her back starts to warm. Lucy complains about her sweatshirts all the time.
“Mmm, that’s cute, that’s cute,” Cisco concurs with a raise of his glass.
“That’s only half of it,” Lucy continues quickly. “What’s really hot is when she gets really passionate about her work. She can talk for hours about science and I won’t know half of what she’s talking about but when she has this excitement in her voice and a childlike wonder in her eyes--” Lucy glances at Alex and brings the glass to her lips. “There’s nothing sexier than that.”
Cisco whistles. “Damn girl, I wonder who you could be talking about.”
“Just a girl.” Lucy takes a sip of her whiskey and Alex swallows.
She feels hot. At least, she thinks she feels hot. It must be the whiskey. But honestly, she knows better. The arousal in Lucy’s eyes are evident. She remembers it from the first night they met. The night they were kissing in the bathroom, ready to fuck each other---
“You need another drink?” Lucy suddenly casually asks Alex, snapping her out of her thoughts.
Alex looks at the empty glass in her hand and hands it to Lucy dumbly. “Yeah, sure,” she tries to clear her throat. “Thanks.” She smiles even though she can feel her nerves worked up.
“I’ll be right back.” Lucy looks to Cisco. “Did you need another drink?”
“Nope, I’m good with my Coke here,” Cisco lifts his glass. Lucy nods and walks down the bar to find the bartender.
Once Lucy is out of earshot, Cisco sidles up beside Alex. “Did Lucy just describe you?”
Alex feels her cheeks warm instantly. “No,” she hotly protests. “That could be any girl she’s talking about.”
“Oooh gurl. Any girl you say. Alright, alright, alright. But she only has eyes for you.”
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linaofthemyscira · 6 years
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Part One. Hey buddy I know that it's probably not great to say all this online but I've already been outed in real-life so honestly this is my only stranger to rant to who will get this. So I have a group of friends that I've known for a good two years. One of them is gay. So I started finding myself questioning my feelings one day. So far I've only ever been straight but I started thinking I might be bi. I told my gay friend I was questioning it but not to say anything because I wasn't ready
Part Two So i asked him not to tell anyone until I was sure we’ll one of the other people in our group had decided that she (I’m a girl) had a crush on me and wanted to ask me out. She was nervous though so she came to our gay friend for help. And he told her that I was thinking I might try being bi. Even though I said I was thinking I might be bi. So she asked me out in a group chat with all of ours friends who I had not came out to yet. So I’ve been completely outed to all of my friends
Part Three Now I’m just kind of stuck and I can’t ask any of them for help and I just am really upset and honestly want to die in a hole somewhere and never come back up. I’ve been forced into a situation I wasn’t ready for and I just am hopeless and confused and like ungodly upset. In scared I’m gonna realize that I don’t like girls that way and my friendship with her will be gone. I also just think I don’t like her like that at all but like friendship. So I ask you bi goddess for help
Oh boy. 
I’m sorry this is so late I was out and then came back to my dorm chilled with my roommate.
first of all, I know you may be friends with your gay friend, but they should know better than to do something like that. Especially since you are not 100% sure about your feelings and whether or not you identify as bisexual**
I think….hmm…I think you should talk with your gay friend about how you feel FIRST and let them know that you didn’t appreciate what they did even though they were trying to do something nice for you. Maybe in their mind, they thought that it would be easier for you to figure out your feelings by going out with that girl. Instead, though, it didn’t go great. Then you should try to explain this to your friend chat–that you are simply on a path to self-discovery and that you would greatly appreciate their support. You can also say that you didn’t plan for all of this to happen, that you would have liked to (maybe) eventually tell them once you were certain, but now they are either invited (or not invited) to go on this journey with you. It’s up to you. If any of these friends reject you, then they don’t deserve you. You are simply trying to find your place in this world.
Also, I think the right term to describe yourself would be bicurious because you are currently exploring your sexuality and you are curious about bisexuality.
**also I wasn’t EXACTLY the same place as you in terms of your situation, but I was questioning too and didn’t want to claim the title if it was fake. But eventually I was given an awakening ( @dc-hoe ) and now I am certain that I am bisexual. But that didn’t happen overnight. It took months for me to figure this out. I remember researching how girls knew they were bi, and watching YT vids about bisexuality, and EVEN ASKING TUMBLR! And in a way, I have always been bisexual. It just took me longer to realize it because when I was younger, I didn’t know what being bisexual meant. Now I do, and it feels right. 
You will eventually figure it out. It is a process, and I know it hurts right now, but when you figure it out, it will feel AMAZING.
LASTLY! I would make it clear to the girl who likes you or says she does that you don’t know your feelings right now and the timing of her asking out is off because you’re still trying to figure it out. Hopefully, she will understand. If she doesn’t then…sis…she’s not worth it. 
ANY BISEXUAL BEANS WHO READ THIS! ANY ADVICE? PLEASE SEND!
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Answer this 85 questions then tag people! Tagged by: @suplosers and @aqhrodites, a few of the loves of my life Tagging: the other loves of my life @spideychelle-romanogers, @accioharry, @spideyxchelle, @redpanthers, @parker-is-full-of-shit, @iamacolor, @bellamywarriorblake, and @duhmj
THE LAST: Drink: water. gotta stay hydrated, folks Phone call: my roommate. her mom is in town and they had the possible chance to see hamilton and she wanted to know what i thought about it because i went last year and it was life-changing Text message: there’s this one guy who lived in the same dorm as me for our first two years of college when we were both on campus texted me
Greedy to eat all that
You’ll end up with your teeth all gray
and it was random and out of the blue and from the don’t hug me i’m scared videos which he showed me our first year. legit, have not talked to this boy in at least two weeks. but yeah, i texted him back. “green is not a creative color!’ which is also from those videos and he didn’t respond and that was the end of the conversation apparently haha
Song you listened to: BûRGûNDí by KAMAU, which is awesome. y’all should listen to his whole ALBUM. it’s great Time you cried: lmaoo, last night. it was a rough night. i was feeling a lot of things and there’s this budding thing i’m ignoring that i really shouldn’t be ignoring but it’s fine Dated someone twice: never dated anyone Kissed someone and regretted it: lmao, yes Been cheated on: nah fam Lost someone special: yes Been depressed: maybe. it’s all fuzzy looking back. Gotten drunk and thrown up: unfortunately, yes. it was a very rough night
FAVOURITE COLOURS: green? blue? idk man.
IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: Made new friends: yes! Fallen out of love: haven’t been in love sooo Laughed until you cried: lmao, yes. a lot Found out someone was talking about you: i don’t think so? Met someone who changed you: hmm, i don’t know if i met someone who changed me. but i got closer to someone who kind of...makes me consider different perspectives Found out who your friends are: for sure Kissed someone on your facebook list: nah
GENERAL: How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: most of them? i don’t think i have friends i don’t know on facebook Do you have any pets: not anymore Do you want to change your name: nah, sarah fits me What did you do for your last birthday: two of my friends and i have very similar birthdays. it’s my one friend, then two days later the other, then two days later it’s me. so we had a joint party and it was pretty fun. my actual birthday sucked though. had a midterm and also a really hard lab What time did you wake up: ten-ish What were you doing at midnight last night: either walking to or from a party. likely crying. oof. Name something you can’t wait for: retirement? When was the last time you saw your mom: in august :( What are you listening to right now: childs play by sza and chance. four women by nina simone. parachute by code kunst and ohhyuk and dok2. Have you ever talked to a person named tom: my mom’s ex boyfriend was named thomas. Something that is getting on your nerves: the crushing pressure to succeed in school. the crushing pressure to figure out what i want to do for the rest of my life. the fear of never meeting someone who will love me in a way i want to be loved. Most visited website: canvas, facebook, tumblr Haircolour: brown Long or short hair: a bit longer than shoulder length Do you have a crush on someone: you trying to call me out like this?? leave me alone! What do you like about yourself: ummm...i’m pretty kind. i try to be selfless and take care of people/do nice things for them. i’m fairly smart even though i make dumb decisions so don’t call me out on that Want piercings?: i don’t like pain Nickname: don’t have any really Relationship status: single like a pringle. lmao just kidding i am actually very single. no other pringles around. Zodiac: aquarius Pronouns: she/her Favorite tv show: stranger things (yooooo), brooklyn nine nine, parks and rec, skam, mindy project, shadowhunters. that’s what i watch haha Tattoos: re: i don’t like pain Right or left handed: right Surgery: not yet and hopefully not ever? Piercing: re: i don’t like pain Sport: hmmm...i do intramural sports sometimes? basketball, broomball, softball, etc Vacation: i’m going to a conference in washington d.c. in november? Pair of trainers: i think i got like...two? idk how you’d define trainers.
MORE GENERAL: Eating: at the moment, nothing Drinking: water. it’s important! Im about to: nothing. but i got a midterm on tuesday in physics so i’ll have to do that Waiting for: this week to be over so i don’t have to take midterms Want: to know what i want to do, to be confident, to not make dumb decisions that i know are bad for me Get married: yeah, i’d like to have that kinda love Career: lmao, who knows
WHICH IS BETTER: Hugs or kisses: hugs, i think. i like the feeling of being enveloped. Lips or eyes: um...eyes. lips can be very pretty, though Shorter or taller: awww, don’t make me chooose. Older or younger: older? Nice arms or nice stomach: oooh, i gotta thing for arms though Hook up or relationship: i’m too scared of physical intimacy for hook ups so relationship! Troublemaker or hesitant: i mean...i’m hesitant?
HAVE YOU EVER: Kissed a stranger: yeah. would not recommend. Drank hard liquor: lmao, yes. for better or for worse. Lost glasses/contact lenses: do not require either. Turned someone down: yes Sex on the first date: re: i am scared of physical intimacy Broken someone’s heart: i don’t think so Had your heart broken: in retrospect, nah Been arrested: lmao, no haha Cried when someone died: yes Fallen for a friend: ...is this...why are you...omg. leave me alone!
DO YOU BELIEVE IN: Yourself: sometimes Miracles: haven’t really decided Love at first sight: nope. Santa Claus: sadly, no Kiss on the first date: uh, probably not? i don’t know though. Angels: hmmm....maybe.
OTHER: Current best friends name: maggie, macheaux, ahona, kevin Eyecolour: brown Favorite movie: pride and prejudice. it always makes me happy. it’s beautiful. the cast is amazing. the soundtrack is amazing. 100000/10. would recommend
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bazzledazzled · 7 years
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Frick She's Cute
K so it’s Mother’s Day today as I’m pretty sure all of you know and @alexfierrno is technically like my Tumblr mom so I figured I’d use this day to give back to her for all that she’s done for me as well. And, well, the only thing I have to offer is fanfiction and I heard that Theyna is one of ur top three ships so… guess what I wrote? :D
This is the first time I’ve ever used these characters in a fanfic so I’m sorry if I did something wrong but it’s based on a college AU that I started a while ago and @dwarf-scum wanted me to continue so enjoy friends!!! :D
<^>
“Annnnddd my roommate isn’t here,” Reyna says, dropping her bag on the bed. The room was small, with bland walls that could be easily fixed with a few posters and decorations. The beds, thanks to the small living space, were merely a few inches apart, bare except for the mattress until they put the comforters on. In the corner of the room was a desk that barely seemed to fit, yet somehow did as if by magic, nothing sitting on it except a dusty school flag that must have been left there by the previous residents.
Reyna opened her bag, wanting to get started on making this place feel more at home. If she had to live at school, may as well make the best of it. She pulled out her purple blankets, setting them on the bed as she took her bag to the desk, placing her school textbooks and a few personal books on it. Then she made the bed, and satisfied with the way it turned out, she collapsed onto it, tired and hot because of the stuffy room.
As she laid there, she couldn’t help but wonder who she could be rooming with. They could be noisy, they could be quiet. They could be rude, or they could be so teeth-rotteningly sweet that she would get a cavity from it. They could also messy, with no respect for personal hygiene, or they could be a neat freak. Really it could be anything. And really, she didn’t care. They could be the most rude, disgusting person in the universe and still be better than Reyna’s brother at home.
The door bursts open, making Reyna jump as her new roommate walked in with much difficulty, trying to pull a particularly large suitcase in through the door. After much banging and kicking, the other girl finally managed to pull her bag into the room, grumbling curses at the poor, beat-up, silver suitcase. She huffed and turned around, pushing her short black hair out of her face. She wore a black leather jacket paired with ripped black jeans and a grey t-shirt. She had in a few earrings in her ears, more than the average person would have, paired with a black choker and black Doc Marten boots. Even before getting the workload of college, she already had bags under her eyes for who knows how many sleepless nights.
The girl once again pushed her hair out of her eyes and held out a hand. “Sorry about that. This suitcase is stupid.” She emphasized that with kicking the suitcase. “I’m Thalia. Your roommate.”
Reyna’s voice seemed to fail her. Usually she was cool and collected in front of anyone she met, even if she hated the person with a burning passion. But this time, she couldn’t seem to find the words as the same thought ran through her head, Oh wow she’s cute she’s really cute shoot shoot shoot she’s beautiful she’s–
“Hi you’re cute–I MEAN I’m cute– I MEAN–” A blush creeps onto her cheeks. “I’m Reyna.” Thalia flashed a smile at her and Reyna found herself not able to look into her eyes. Geeze Reyna it’s just a girl get a grip.
“So… should we go get lunch or something to get to know each other?”
“T-that would be nice.”
<^>
Two months into the semester and her crush on Thalia wasn’t getting any better. The more and more she learned about her, the more and more she started to like her, which was the exact opposite of what she prepared for.
Speaking of the devil, she walks into the room, her black hair a mess and sets her books down on the bed, looking even more tired than ever. She collapses onto the bed.
“I’m not doing this anymore.” She threw her arms over her eyes as if to block the sunlight filtering in through the windows. Reyna, sitting at the desk studying, turned around to look at her. “What?”
“I-I can’t.”
“You can’t what?”
“I can’t do this. I’m behind on every class, I don’t understand half of what they’re saying, I’ve failed every test so far… I should just forget about college.” Now she had her attention. Reyna stood up and sat on her bed across from her, looking at Thalia with concern.
“But you’re so close. A few more months–”
“It’s no use. I’m a failure and I always will be.” Reyna wanted to do something, hug her or give comforting words or something. There was only one thing she could think of.
“I could help you.”
“What?”
“I mean, I’m doing pretty well in my classes so I could, you know, help you get back on track?” Thalia sits up to look at her, her eyes red.
“I can’t ask that of you….”
“No please. I want to help.” Thalia nods her head.
“Well in that case… could you?”
<^>
Thalia did not go to college to fall in love. She did not come to have her heart cripple as she looked longingly at someone, imagining a bunch of different realities in which they were a couple and kissing under the stars with a moonlight picnic. She did not come for the drama and heartbreak that comes with falling in love, yet here she was, staring at a girl with long black hair, not listening at all to what the professor was saying, falling in love with her roommate of all things.
You heard her right. Thalia, the punk, standoffish girl was falling for Reyna, the smart, selfless, and beautiful girl.
<^>
“REYNA!” Thalia called, running through the halls of the school to the girl who was just emerging from her classroom. Reyna jumped, obviously not used to random people shouting her name with such excitement. She looked over to see Thalia running towards her and before she could even think, Thalia knocked her to the ground in a hug.
“Wow um hi?”
“THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!” Reyna pushed her off, her expression confused as she picked up her books.
“You’re welcome I guess? What did I do?” Thalia rummages in her messy backpack, looking for something. Finally, she pulls out a wrinkled paper and holds it out to Reyna, who takes it with shock.
“You passed your midterm?!” “Yep! Thanks to you!”
“Thalia!” Reyna finds herself embracing her in a tight hug, much to Thalia’s surprise.
“I’m so proud of you,” she whispers, sending shivers down her back.
“I couldn’t do it without you.”
<^>
“Wow it’s the end of the semester already,” Reyna says, shoving the last of her clothes in her bag. Thalia sits on her bed.
“I know right? It went by so fast.”
“That, I can agree on.” They both laugh. As the semester progressed, it’s become easier and easier to have those times where they could just laugh until their stomachs hurt and stay up past 2am talking about the most random things.
“I’m…. I’m going to miss you,” Thalia says quietly.
“Hmm?” Reyna says, distracted with taking down posters.
“Nothing. I’m excited to see my family again.”
“Yeah. Despite everything, I kinda missed them,” Reyna agrees.
“Do you still have my phone number?” Thalia asks.
“Of course.”
“Could you… could you maybe text me sometime?”
“I’m planning on doing it as soon as I leave.” Thalia smiles broadly, her heart hammering in her chest. Reyna packs up the last of her stuff and brushes her hands on her jeans.
“Speaking of which, I have a long ride ahead of me and I want to beat the traffic so I should get going…” A hint of sadness creeped across Thalia’s face.
“Okay! Safe travels!” Reyna smiled and nodded her head and started to make her way down the hall. Just before she left the school, she heard someone shout, “REYNA WAIT!”
She spun around and found herself face to face with Thalia Grace.
“I’m sorry I just– I wanted– I thought–” she takes a deep breath and runs her hands through her hair, wondering why she thought this was a good idea in the first place.
“I wanted to give you something.”
“Oh?” Reyna raises her eyebrow, a playful smirk on her face. Thalia blushes.
“Well?” And then, Thalia surprised her by grabbing the collar of Reyna’s sweatshirt and planting a kiss on her lips. Reyna’s stomach did a somersault and her heart felt like it was going to burst. This was what she wanted ever since she met Thalia, and now it was happening. If this was a dream, she never wanted it to end. This was perfect, this was happiness, this was–
“Safe travels,” Thalia says with a wink, pulling away. She walked back to their room, her heart skipping a beat as a smile spreads over her lips. Reyna is still in the doorway, not able to move with her legs like jelly.
When Reyna got home that night, she received one and only one text.
“Hey babe ;)”
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srry-not-srry · 7 years
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another skam fic yikes
i wrote a shameless au! for skam because i literally couldn’t stop myself. going to post on Ao3 soon, but had to unleash my ~shame~ on the tumblr world first. i hate me more than you hate me. 
Shameless Au!Skam 
Isak - 23
Noora -18
Jonas - 16
Eva - 11
Lea & Liam (twins) - 5
Chris Schistad is the neighborhood drug dealer shamelessly into Isak
William is his best friend and shamelessly into Noora
both are same age as Isak were in his class and were friendly but not friends all from same neighborhood
Isak was hot to trot in high school had big dreams to go to acting school in NYC but obvi has to take care of his fam
Sana & Eskild + Vilde are V and Kev but they aren’t in love or married they are just roommates and neighbors
Even has bored rich Steve/Jimmy who falls shamelessly in love with Isak
basically everyone is in love with Isak
Title: Tell Me You Love Me, Make It Hurt
“Isaaak, he’s back!” Magnus sings, voice bright and sunny and loud in Isak’s ear suddenly.
“Jesus fuck!” Isak hisses as the bacon grease spills over the side of the pan and singes his fingers. He drops it immediately on the hot stove, and brings his fingers to his mouth. Magnus laughs, hard and loud, from where he’s appeared, leaning against the wall. “Fuck you,” Isak says, rushing to run his hands under the cool water from the sink.
“Think he’ll ask you out again?”
Isak rolls his eyes. “I hope not.” 
“Whatever! If I had a fancy fucker slipping me hunnies every time I took his order I’d find out what else he wants.”
“Yeah?” Isak teases. “You’d go out with a dude just for some cash?”
“Gotta feed the children somehow.” Magnus grins.
Isak rolls his eyes again but he turns to watch the tall, lean man slink into the diner. He looks every inch like he doesn’t belong there. As if he’s gotten lost on the wrong side of town and has randomly decided to step in some shitty diner for a bite to eat. It’s been three weeks, and Even has come in religiously every Tuesday and Friday for bitter coffee, undercooked steak, and a slice of lemon meringue pie. Isak runs damp hands through his hair in an attempt to contain his wiry curls. He straightens his apron and grabs a notepad off the stack behind the counter before heading over.
“Go get em tiger,” Magnus whispers.
“Fuck you,” Isak replies.
Even doesn’t look up from examining the menu as Isak approaches, pulling the pen from where it’s been tucked behind his ear.
“Gonna try something new this week?” Isak asks. Even draws his eyes up and looks the boy up and down, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. His eyes dance, almost as if Even is flirting with Isak, as if he finds him attractive. Isak curses himself in his head because he knows he isn’t. How could he be? Isak knows how he looks: greasy apron wrapped around his waist, stained with food spills and old, hair probably wild and gross from his eight hour shift with another two still on the clock. His jeans are hand-me-downs or something, he doesn’t remember, but he knows he paid less than ten dollars for them. His shoes worn sneakers, holes beginning to form where the cloth meets the rubber. Even doesn’t belong here, nor should he be looking at Isak like that: hands twitching and eyes hinting at thoughts of lust. Isak can see his car parked haphazardly on the curb through the window, a shiny black Porsche that reeks of money. He’s frankly surprised the thing hasn’t been stolen. Or that Even hasn’t been mugged at least. He isn’t subtle with his clearly designer jeans, flashy gold watch, and expensive sunglasses. Even looks like he belongs shirtless on some yacht in the Caribbean. Not here, flirting with Isak on the wrong side of Chicago.
“Hmm, don’t know if I’m feeling that adventurous just yet.”
“So the usual?” Isak asks, pen poised to write on his small notepad even though he already has Even’s order memorized.
“Do you have any suggestions?” Even asks coyly, flitting his eyes over Isak’s body. Honestly, Isak inwardly groans because Even’s voice can make anything sound sexy.
“The chocolate cake is my favorite.”
“So, I’ll have the usual except with the cake this time.” Even winks. Isak tries to control the nervousness pooling in his stomach and hopes he isn’t blushing. Though he knows that his cheeks and the tips of his ears are probably on fire. Isak turns to rush into the kitchen to avoid that heavy stare and hopefully get this stupid crush under control. “Isak?” Even calls to his quickly retreating figure.
“Yeah?”
“You look cute today.” Oh god.
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Magnus won’t quit bugging him and it’s honestly starting to irritate Isak beyond words. He’s tempted to tell Madhi, who’s the main diner coo even though they all pitch in at times, about Magnus’ failed hookup attempt this past weekend just to throw him off his back. Though he swore would never mention cat-tongue girl again to anyone.
“Dude, honestly he so wants you. You need to say yes.”
“God, this again? He only asked that one time.”
“You rejected him so hardcore. I was sure he’d be scarred for life! He’s probably still working up the courage. No wonder he comes back every week!”
“Shut up,” Isak hisses. “Or I’ll tell every one of your tables what you say about them behind their back.”
Magnus goes white. “You wouldn’t.”
“I fucking would!”
“God, would you two quit,” Madhi groans at them. “You’re stinking up my kitchen with your annoying commentary. Magnus, leave Isak alone. He’s had enough on his plate this week. Isak, that Even dude stares at you with bedroom eyes and has watched your ass every time you walk through the room. Stop pretending like you don’t know.” He huffs, turning back to rotating the steaks on the grill. Isak and Magnus shut up.
Or rather, they move to the prep room. Isak attempting to finish some of his chore list and stock inventory so he’s not stuck here past shift end. He has to pick the kids up from school today because Noora has graduation practice, and Jonas has a soccer match. God, he can’t believe the year is almost over. Maybe when summer comes he’ll finally catch a break or a breath. Noora has been hinting to him about getting a GDE. Isak swears he finds one of those goddamn posters for the classes lying somewhere around the house at least once a day. He doesn’t want to tell her that he’s been saving up money on the side for it, because he knows she’ll get excited and it probably won’t work out. Jonas has needed to get his wisdom teeth out for months and the twins are growing out of their clothes faster than he can buy them from the second-hand shop on the corner. He doesn’t have the time or the money to enroll to get some dumb degree. But he can’t help the thrill of want that spikes through his body every time he doesn’t catch himself in time and he’s daydreaming of the future. Always the same: New York City, his siblings comfortable and happy and clean with endless food in their bellies, and him on stage, acting his fucking heart out. He always shakes himself before it can go further that that, no use dreaming of things that will never happen.
“You okay dude?” Magnus asks cautiously. “Didn’t know you had shit going on this week.”
Isak sighs, and rubs his forehead. He can feel the beginnings of a killer headache around the edges of his temples. “Yeah. I just, Liam’s been sick this week and my fucking dad showed up randomly on Tuesday night and crashed on the couch. Threw up all over the fucking rug. Jonas cleaned it up. But the kids were so happy to see him, so I couldn’t bring myself to yell at him or kick him out.”
“Shit. He still there?”
“Nah, Noora screamed at him soon as I took the kids to school and threw him out.”
“Sorry bro.”
“It’s fine. Just another typical week in the Valtersen show.”
Magnus bit out a laugh, though Isak could tell he was trying to lighten the mood for his sake. He’s not complaining, he’s not. It’s just sometimes he wishes his head wouldn’t ache so much or his feet or his back from these ten-hour shifts and he wishes he didn’t have to constantly worry about how they would find the money to pay for the washing machine that will inevitably fail them any day now. Magnus gets it though. He just bailed his brother out of jail last week for those cocaine charges. Fuck, he’s still doing community service hours the judge gave him instead of juvie for that stunt with the Lexus he pulled last year. They all get it, or they wouldn’t work here. Or live in dingy houses in some grungy neighborhood on the east side of the train tracks. Isak’s life isn’t any harder than the rest of theirs. So maybe he gets why Magnus is pushing the Even thing. Everybody has found some rich fucker to take them on a doubt once in their lives. It’s usually some cheap flirting, cheesy hookup lines, a nice dinner and then a long fuck, and then their fancy car peals out of the neighborhood so fast you’d think they were running from the cops. Point is, the bored rich dudes usually don’t stick around except for one small peak into the hard-knock life to ease their curiosity. Isak has tried being rude to Even. Indicating he’s not interested. Yet here he is every fucking Tuesday and Friday ordering his medium-rare steak and shitty coffee. Magnus thinks it’s more. Some Sugar Daddy bullshit scenario. Isak doesn’t know. He doesn’t care. He wishes Magnus would give it up. He’s not going to be somebody’s fucking charity case.
Magnus cuts him another sly look. “You should give him your number.”
“Ugh.” Isak groans and goes to refill everyone’s water glass, even the customers that aren’t in his section.
((This is just a snippet of the first part)) 
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redhoodedwolf · 7 years
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HERE HAVE A RANDOM SPONTANEOUS VALENTINES DAY FIC???
I was reminiscing with my roommate yesterday over the tumblr boyfriend I had like five years ago, fondly remembering how we’d message each other and hating how we didn’t have a chat feature back then but i digress
anyway I decided to put Derek and Stiles into an online/long distance relationship so have some fluff :D
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d-hale: Hey.
star-wolves: Hey! How was your day?
d-hale: Pretty good all things considered. Been a long week.
d-hale: and you? How was class?
star-wolves: ugh, class was class. almost skewered myself on a lacrosse stick AGAIN
d-hale: ???
d-hale: I won’t ask.
star-wolves: But don’t you care about my well being??! DEREK RUDE
d-hale: of course I do
d-hale: But that’s the fifth time you’ve typed those words out to me, which is why I don’t need to ask. 
star-wolves: aw sweet
d-hale: am not
d-hale: change the subject
star-wolves: fiiiiine. You’re working on a new project, right? You patreon update was subtle at best but it’s the new client you talked about yesterday right??
d-hale: Yes. I’m almost done, but it’s been eating up a lot of my time.
d-hale: sorry about that
star-wolves: HEY NO work is totally important don’t ever apologize for puttin bacon on the table
star-wolves: As long as you’re not working yourself too hard I have no complaints. 
d-hale: I’m fine.
star-wolves: now is that an actual ‘I’m fine’ or a ‘Stiles can’t know I’m actually screaming inside so I’ll say I’m fine’ I’m fine
d-hale: your brain will always amaze me for how it works in such different ways
d-hale: But I do mean it. I’m actually enjoying this one, the client is easy to work with it’s just taking time I wish I could do other things with.
star-wolves: like what ;) ;) ;)
d-hale: Charming.
star-wolves: DON’T DENY ME
d-hale: Never.
star-wolves: DEREK YOU TAKE THAT SASS AND PUT IT IN YOUR POCKET
d-hale: I’m wearing pocket-less sweatpants what now
d-hale: and that was not an invitation to imagine me in sweatpants
star-wolves: you take out all the fun
star-wolves: ANYWAY SUBJECT CHANGE but can you believe it’s almost been a year of us chatting already? 
d-hale: Oh yeah. Valentines right?
star-wolves: Mhmm. I complimented your photographs and you couldn’t wait to meet the man who would lay down such respect upon you.
d-hale: I sent you ‘thanks’
star-wolves: UM NO I distinctly remember it was “Thank you very much for your compliments. I’m new here so it’s good to see people appreciating my photos.”
d-hale: and then you sent me back a thesis-long ‘you’re welcome’ 
star-wolves: hey if it wasn’t for that thesis you would have left it at that thank you so 
d-hale: You’re right. I’m lucky.
star-wolves: I just made a really embarrassing noise. You’re lucky no one is here with me.
d-hale: You’re not at home?
star-wolves: Library. Had to snag a couple books for an essay
d-hale: You should do your work instead of talking to me.
star-wolves: nooooooo I can do both! 
d-hale: What’s the essay for?
star-wolves: ...AP English.
d-hale: And isn’t that the class you’re struggling most with right now? 
star-wolves: STOP BEING LOGICAL I WANT TO TALK TO MY BOYFRIEND
d-hale: And we can talk. After you get work done. I should take a break for dinner anyway it’s already past eight
star-wolves: You need to eat! Go! 
d-hale: And you need to write that essay. I’ll message you in an hour, see where you’re at, and then we’ll decide if there’s enough time for a skype call.
star-wolves: Deal. Talk to you soon!
d-hale: Bye
“Stiles! There’s a package for you!” Sheriff Stilinski called as he stepped into the house at 6:17 AM on the dot, a USPS box in hand.
Stiles bound down the stairs in nothing but a hastily thrown-on pair of sweatpants, rubbing a towel over his wet hair. He furrowed his brow in confusion. “You just found it on the porch? I checked last night when I got in and didn’t see anything.”
His father shrugged as he wiggled his jacket off of his shoulders. “Maybe it was a late delivery. I’m headin’ to bed, kid. Have a good day at school.”
Stiles gave his dad a soft smile. “’Kay. Sleep well. Eat when you get up!” 
His father waved a hand over his head as he ascended the steps languidly, obviously exhausted from a double overnight shift. 
Stiles draped his towel over his bare shoulders and eyeballed the box his father had left on the kitchen counter as he pulled open the junk drawer and rooted about for a moment to find the good, sharp scissors. He hip-checked the drawer closed and then approached the box.
The package was addressed to him, nothing suspicious on the outgoing address. His gaze shifted up to the left on the label and his heart jumped into his throat. He muffled his surprised noise with his wrist, narrowly missing stabbing himself in the forehead with the scissors. 
Stiles snapped a photo of the box and sent it to Derek with a text box full of question marks.
He didn’t waste any time and quickly sliced the box open and set the scissors aside to pry away the stubbornly clinging tape. Once he got the cardboard flaps open he noted the folded up sheet of notebook paper settled on top of some red tissue paper. 
Stiles grabbed the the note first and unfurled it, though he was itching to pry back the tissue paper and see what Derek sent him. 
Stiles,
I’m glad you reminded me earlier this week, so I was able to send this to you right on time. First off, Happy Valentine’s Day.
Stiles’ eyes widened. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and double checked the date. Sure enough, February 14th flashed up at him underneath the glaringly early hour of 6:21 AM. 
Stiles only had twenty minutes before he had to head to school for morning practice, but even the threat of Coach’s shouting and Jackson’s berating couldn’t get him to leave this spot. 
It’s now officially been a year since we started talking. Thank you, by the way, for not giving up on me. At first, you were just an encouraging voice from a dumb blogging website, but because of your support I am happy with what I’m doing now.
Of course, I’m also thankful for your love. But this is our meeting anniversary, so I won’t go too much into that.
But it is Valentine’s Day, so I decided to send a gift as well. It’s no flowers, but I figured that was a relationship anniversary thing so I held off on those. Four months.
I hope it fits. I remember you talking about how much you wanted the jacket the one son had in the family portraits series I did a few months back. I think it would suit you well. 
Stiles couldn’t hold back any longer. He reached for the tissue paper and pealed it back, revealing soft-looking red fabric that he immediately dug his fingers into to feel how warm it was. Stiles set the letter aside momentarily as he pulled the folded clothing article out of the box. 
As it unfolded, giving Stiles the full view of its amazingness, something hit the ground at Stiles feet. Looking down, he spotted a handful-sized plush wolf holding a packaged bar of chocolate. Stiles gently picked it up, grinned at the dumb plastic heart eyes and knew Derek had picked it out specifically because it looked so cheesy. 
Stiles turned back to the letter, jacket and plush squeezed between his arm and his chest. 
The chocolate is just a little something extra.
Have a good day, we will talk soon. 
I love you.
Derek Hale
Stiles let the towel around his shoulders hit the ground with a slightly heavy wet plop and shrugged the jacket on over his bare torso, the warm fleece of the zipper hoodie instantly sedating the goosebumps over his arms. 
Stiles snapped a photo of himself in the hoodie, throwing up a peace sign, and saved it to his Snapchat story with the caption ‘my boyfriend is the best boyfriend’ with a little dog emoji. 
Then he sent a photo just to Derek of him hugging the plush between his hand and his chin, a blinding grin on his face, eyes squinting up at the camera.
Stiles officially had no more time to waste and had to get ready to go to school. But he couldn’t wait for a response from Derek. He rushed upstairs to get ready while simultaneously opening up the skype app to give Derek a call. He didn’t have time for a video call, but a voice chat would be sufficient. 
Every deity must have been looking down at him just then because the call connected, which meant Derek actually had time to answer his call.
“Stiles,” Derek’s gravely voice filtered out of his phone’s speakers as Stiles struggled into a graphic t-shirt.
“I love you, too!” Stiles shouted, leaping for his phone. “I love you, too! Shit, Derek, way to say it first in a fucking letter of all things!”
Derek chuckled, and Stiles’ face burned with the force of his grin. “Wanted to do a little more than type it, you know?”
“Shit of course I know. But I wanted to say it first!”
“You were the one who confessed to me and got us into a relationship in the first place. I figured it was my turn.”
Stiles huffed as he pulled the hoodie on, swapping his phone from hand to hand as he slipped his arms into the sleeves. “Fine. I’ll accept it.”
“You can do it next time,” Derek said, in almost a teasing way.
Stiles scoffed as he began shoving his school things into his backpack and then checked his lacrosse bag to be sure he had clean clothes and all of his stuff. “What next time? A proposal?” he joked.
“Hmm. In a few years, sure.”
Stiles choked and stubbed his toe on the leg of his desk chair. “Fuck you, Derek Hale. Okay, shit, I’m going to be late to practice. But I really had to call you. Sorry if I interrupted anything.”
“No, it’s fine, just getting ready for a shoot this afternoon. I’m glad you called. But I don’t want you to be late, so I’ll let you go.”
“I’ll message you after practice. I need to see you tonight,” Stiles admitted, feeling slightly vulnerable.
It wasn’t easy, having a long-distance relationship. It was made easier by things like skype and immediate replies. But Stiles longed to have Derek with him in person.
Two months until graduation, Stiles reminded himself. Then summer. 
“We’ll make it happen,” Derek replied, voice soft.
“I love you.”
“Love you too. Get going.”
Stiles disconnected the call, cursed at the time, and sprinted out of the house. Two months. Two months.
Then Derek. 
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