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zoeykallus · 1 month

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Hi, Zoey! Are your requests open? I had an idea after watching Kenobi.

There’s a scene in Kenobi where the Inquisitors show up to a market place in search of Jedi. They throw a knife at the shop owner knowing that the Jedi hiding among the patrons will stop the knife from harming him. It would be interesting to see that with Hunter.

Maybe Hunter and Cid’s bartender have a relationship. Bartender was weary of the clones at first but warmed up to them and liked Hunter. They just started dating when Inquisitors show up. They use the knife trick on someone (maybe even Omega) and bartender is forced to expose themselves as a former Jedi.

I’d love to see how Hunter would react to that.

oh oh oh oh... I got something in my head!

*Running in circles*

I actually had a scene like this in my head for a while now, I put the whole batch in there but focus on Hunter as a love interest.

Hunter x Jedi/Reader - One-Shot - The Things We Do For Love

Warnings: Angst/Canon Typical Violence/Blood/Fluff

No one knows about your past with the Jedi order. You are forced to drop your cover, when you try to save Hunter's life.

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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It's strange, life after Order 66 - hiding, pretending to be someone else. And it doesn't get any easier every day as you'd hoped, at least not at first. Cid's Bar, that's where you ended up at some point. You work behind the counter. You serve all kinds of strange clientele. Cid's Bar is like a meeting place for all kinds of scum in the Galaxy. Life has changed, a lot. Priorities change. The code after you've lived so long is nowhere near as important as surviving and belonging somewhere so you're not completely alone in this universe. But you can't open up to anyone, not exactly the most decent people come and go here. So you keep a low profile. You even flirt here and there to keep up appearances, but at the same time, you keep everyone at a distance. And then, to make matters worse, these clones turn up. Automatically, every alarm sounds inside you. Order 66 flares up in your memory, sharp and painful. It takes so much willpower to stay calm, to not let anything get to you, so much trauma hangs in every thought of clones. No one knows who you are, no one even suspects that you were part of the Jedi Order.

And yet these men surprise you, especially one of them who leads the group. He is so thoughtful, so serious. Hunter always seems to be lost in thought, trying to keep everything under control, to ensure safety. He rarely leans back and really takes a breath. He's almost always worried and tense, you can feel it in the Force. But eventually, he thaws out, you somehow strike up a conversation, and you quickly learn how much depth and kindness lie beneath that brooding, skeptical exterior. Hunter can even be funny, very observant and above all else, he's decent, probably one of the most decent people to ever come and go in this bar. You catch yourself admiring him. Your eyes meet more and more often, you talk to each other more often, even flirt. But this flirting is different, it's not fake, it feels real, exciting and for you, with your past, completely new and almost reckless. You are both obviously interested in each other, just as you are both shy and cautious in a certain way. Weeks, even months go by before your hands touch for the first time, and he asks you out.

You can see it in his face, he can hardly believe it himself, hidden behind his smile is a nervous boy who is incredibly afraid of being rejected by you. The big, brooding leader has a great weakness, you. Of course, you say yes, you can hardly resist this special man, clone soldier or not, Hunter has so much good in him, he attracts you like a magnet, not to mention his good, bold looks do the rest.

It starts like any other evening. More or less. After your first date, Hunter usually comes into the bar smiling, automatically seeking your gaze as soon as he walks through the door. You can't help it, you smile back every time, accompanied by a warm tingling in your stomach, warmth rising in your cheeks and ears.

But something is different today. There is a presence in the room, dark, determined, hard as stone, surrounded by sharp edges. You sense this presence in the Force, its intransigence. You look around in alarm. The bar is a little busier today, your gaze wanders more or less inconspicuously around the room. Then you see him. You meet cold eyes, eyes as blue as sapphires, their gaze steely and sharp, so intense that you automatically lower your own gaze and distractedly clean a glass. But you know this person has already noticed you. Right now you're feverishly thinking about your next steps and how to get out of here alive without putting anyone in danger. Hunter frowns worriedly, watching you. He can tell something is wrong. Tech is talking to him, but he is focused on you right now. He leaves the table where he was sitting with his brothers and is about to come over to you when he hears a voice say clearly and distinctly, not shouting but loud enough, "CT 9901"

You feel hot and cold, a shiver runs down your spine, you're sure Hunter feels the same way, you can see it on his face. All the heads at the Bad Batch table look up in surprise, shock and alarm. Hunter turns to the voice that seems to be coming from one of the other tables a few meters away. A man suddenly stands up, slowly, unhurriedly, confidently. Like a predator who is sure of his prey, who has no reason to be afraid, no need to hurry. Neither you nor Hunter like the body language. What surprises you, however, is that this man, in his strange, dark uniform, is not looking for you as you expected, but obviously for Hunter and presumably his brothers. "All 99ers in one room, this must be my lucky day. And not only that, I feel like I'm getting a little something extra on top of that," the somber stranger says, his voice deep and clear, almost melodic.

The room falls silent, as if the presence of this man demands it. With a confident little smile, the man pulls a knife from his belt, the first movement is slow, almost sluggish, but the throw comes so suddenly that you barely have time to react. It has become so quiet in the bar that you could hear a pin drop. But when the blade suddenly seems to stop in mid-air barely a centimeter from Hunter's eye, a murmur goes through the room. You're sure you can hear someone whispering the word Jedi.

Hunter only lets out a quiet, "What the hell", he can't help but stare at the blade for a moment. He should be dead, he realizes, that vibro blade should have drilled into his skull, but there it is, hovering right in front of his face. Out of the corner of his eye he sees your outstretched hand, your concentrated gaze, and he begins to understand. You stopped the blade from killing him, you stopped it in its tracks. The stranger's cool voice draws you both back to him. "I knew I sensed a Jedi in the room, and I knew you couldn't resist to show yourself" In the next moment everything happens very quickly, there is no time to think, to process, to make plans. The man reaches out his hand, and you feel his grip on you in the force. You are swept over the bar counter, with a pull on your body, trough the force, knocking over two tables on your way to the floor. Everything around you happens in a haze, you hear Hunter cursing angrily, blaster shots, the distinctive buzz of an awakening lightsaber, screams from the other patrons. A red glow fills the room. The smell of burned flesh.

Your left side hurts. You landed hard on the tables when the Sith Force-wrenched you over the counter, maybe you cracked a few ribs. There are shards on the surrounding floor from the glasses that went down. As you try to pick yourself up, you accidentally reach in and cut your right palm. The pain is sharp, clear and distinct, bringing you back to reality from your surprise. You jump to your feet, skillfully, supported by the force that flows through and envelops you. It's been a long time since you've used the Force and your abilities in this way, but it's as if you've never let it out of your fingers, the lightsaber sliding into your hand, its blade glowing blue with its characteristic hum. Blood runs down the hilt of your weapon from the open cut on your hand, it burns, but you ignore the pain. You feel Hunter's gaze, he is still confused. He knows what you are now, but he certainly hasn't processed the news yet. At the moment, you all have other things to worry about. Did the Sith come alone? Are there Stormtroopers waiting for you outside the bar?

You concentrate on the force, on the intentions of your opponent. Everything you feel emanating from him is sharp, dark, glowing hot. He is driven by rage, and the moment your lightsabers cross, you feel all the hatred in his attacks, which are admittedly much stronger than you expected. You've never fought a real Sith before. The first touch of your lightsabers is like an electric shock, an incredibly hard impact, a wave of fury that seems to roll over you from your opponent. The hilt of your weapon is slippery with your own blood, you have to grab it hastily with both hands so that the sword doesn't slip from your grasp or your opponent will decapitate you. For a moment, Hunter's concern penetrates your perception, but you shut him out and have to concentrate. A quick exchange of blows follows, attack, parry, retreat, attack, parry... The handle of your weapon becomes increasingly slippery with your own blood. Then it happens, another hard blow, you parry, the impact of the blades causes your weapon to slip away.

You hear Hunter yell out, hear the shock in his voice, the terror in that simple word, "No!" His blaster lies on the ground, sliced in half by the Sith's blade. Hunter has pulled his knife from his belt in a split second, lunging in the Sith's direction. The blade of your attacker hovers just in front of your neck, you hold the Sith and his weapon in this position with all the strength you can muster with body and force. Your heart races, adrenaline flows through your body. There are only millimeters between your life and death. Millimeters before the red lightsaber could sever your head from your shoulders. Hunter reaches an arm around the Sith's neck and jabs his knife into his side. The sergeant's voice is dark and smoky as he rasps, "Not on my watch"

The red lightsaber goes out and falls to the ground. Hunter kicks it aside, away from the Sith's hands, and lets the mortally wounded attacker slide to the ground. You see Hunter's chest rise and fall, still electrified, while your adrenaline suddenly subsides and your hands begin to tremble a little. You concentrate on the force, your center, and banish the trembling from your limbs. With a sigh, you look at the man on the ground, who is taking his last breaths, his cold, sapphire eyes still looking up at you with hatred, but there is also reluctance in them, surprise, defiance. Echo kneels down next to him, feels his pulse. "Quite dead," he says dryly, and with a glance at your extinguished lightsaber, he asks, "Care to explain?" "Take it easy, Echo. I guess it's obvious why we're only finding out now, it would have been dangerous to reveal the truth," Hunter says calmly and steps closer, carefully grabbing your hand and looking at the cut.

"That needs stitching," Tech says with a sideways glance and adds, "I can do it when we get to the Marauder, we should get out of here, more will come" The others lead the way, Hunter and you follow at a slight distance. You can't quite believe it yet. CF99 accepts you into their midst, no ifs, no questions, yet. Admittedly, Echo is still a little skeptical, but he always is. But you're part of it now, you're no longer alone. The thought spikes a feeling of euphoria in you. "Looks like Clone Force 99 has its own Jedi now," Hunter says with a wry smile. You crack a smile, liking the idea, forgetting for a moment your bleeding hand and the drops of blood that fall to the ground and on your tunic. Crosshair, who is walking ahead of you, casts a jaunty glance over his shoulder and says dryly, "Just don't expect me to follow your orders, General." He says it with a wink, even if his words sound a little hostile, he is friendly to you, you sense his intentions in the Force.

You say quietly, "I wasn't going to give you orders, you have a working system as a group, I wouldn't dream of changing it" The Sniper laughs softly, "Clever Jedi" Hunter drops back a little, and you do the same, sensing that he has something to say to you. After a little while, on your way to the Marauder, he says seriously, "You gave up your cover to save my life, thank you" You chuckle and say softly, "The things we do for love" Hunter listens in surprise and asks, "So our dates aren't part of your cover?" You've opened up to him in the force, feeling his pulse, the tingling under his skin as if it were your own. "I would never play with your feelings, not even as a cover," you say seriously. Hunter breathes a sigh of relief and asks, "So nothing will change between us?" "I'd like us to continue our relationship and see where it takes us," you reply with a warm smile. You feel his relief, his affection, and you breathe a sigh of relief as well.

"That's what I want too," he says, carefully grabbing your hand and taking another look at the wound. "That looks really bad," he says, frowning. Wrecker comes rushing up and murmurs, "Now hurry up, or our Jedi will bleed to death!" Impatiently, he grabs you and lifts you off your feet to carry you to the Marauder. You make a small, startled noise. "Wrecker," Hunter says softly, admonishing. "What? The little Jedi got hurt!" Wrecker returns unperturbed and carries you to the Marauder. "It's just a cut on my hand," you say, waving it off. "It's bleeding a lot," Tech comments as Wrecker sets you down next to him and points at your stained tunic. Tech already has medical supplies ready, including a needle and thread, but first Echo cleans the wound. You grit your teeth, because the cleaning stings a lot. Echo says knowingly, "Don't worry, it'll be done in a minute"

Wrecker asks curiously, "Is the Jedi officially with us now?" Hunter sits down opposite you and watches as your wound is taken care of, he says, "I think so" "But I'm not really a Jedi anymore. There is no longer a Jedi order and I haven't been following the code for a while now, at least not to the letter," Hunter's eyes meet yours at the last words. Your heart beats faster as a smile twitches at the corner of his mouth. "We're not really regular clones either, we're not really soldiers anymore," Tech says lightly. Crosshair sticks a toothpick in his mouth and mutters, "Welcome to the defect squad, I have a feeling you'll fit in perfectly here"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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hanafubukki · 3 months

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Fake dating with Sebek where it starts with Lilia and Malleus wanting to give him a little push into a new experience, so they tell him that they won't allow him to attend 'x' event with Malleus unless he is courting someone by/during that time. They don't even plan on enforcing it- of course they'll bring him with no matter what.

And Sebek is flip-flopping because he'll throw a tantrum to go with no matter what and why should he get a date just in order to join his liege? But at the same time, it's this very liege who is asking him to find a date and he doesn't want to disappoint him. And it's the latter that wins out- sort of. He approaches you to fake court him. Of course it won't be real, it is simply to appease his master and make HIM happy. He's all smiles when he reports to Malleus and Lilia that he has found someone to court and give them your name when they ask who. But wanting to tease him some, they tell him they look forward to seeing the two of you be coupley. Which makes him panic slightly. He didn't think he'd actually have to- to SHOW them. It should be fine if you take the lead, right? You can fawn over him while he still focuses on Malleus. And that's how it kind of turns out- you let him stay himself while you play the part of the loving girlfriend, which became more and more real the longer it went on. You started seeing different sides of Sebek, finding out more of how his thought process worked- and he was unconsciously gravitating towards you as well. He'd hold the door open for you without realizing it. Instead of walking away once HE'S done talking, he'd wait for you to finish so you could depart together. It'd become natural to sit next to you at lunch instead of you pretending to pout and ask why he wasn't sitting next to his girlfriend.

Sebek didn't notice these changes, though. So when the day of 'x' event came, he went over the plan with you again. This was the last day of being 'together'. If questioned, you'd say it was a mutual decision to break it off. That you just weren't right for each other. He went into the event with you on his arm, and he left without you. The next morning he woke up, ready to being the day like any other from before the fake dating happened. It should be no problem. He hadn't been committed, it wasn't a real relationship- he had nothing to recover from. But things felt off regardless. He found himself making a comment and looking to his side to see if you'd heard him, but you weren't there. Of course you weren't. He'd sit down for lunch but not eat, and when asked why he'd automatically respond that he doesn't eat until you have sat down as well (Lilia reminds him that you won't be there. You broke up, after all). He goes to bed at his usual time, but it feels too early as he had gotten used to having a small conversation before you'd leave his room to back to ramshackle. He started missing you. Your smiles, your comments and opinions, when you'd lift your snack to his lips to he could have a bite, the conflict of whether to feel insulted or embarrassed when you'd give him the occasional doodle you drew of him and Malleus together, or just himself. The reliable presence he would stand by whenever you shared a class together, getting to show you his impressive skills, having to pull you out of the way of something so you don't trip...

You're both back to where you were before, but it doesn't feel better.

…Anonie!! Come back!! You can’t do this to me. I was grinning happily at the cute antics and then you left it there!!

I woke up to this and was reading this expecting a cute ending or something but you ended it there 😭😭

It would be Malleus and Lilia who would mess with Sebek like this wouldn’t it? Sebek would take it to heart and try his best 🥹 and something tells me they know that it was planned, but can see him fall for you. And now are waiting to see him realize it too and get you back 🥹😭 (Lilia is taking bets I tell you 😂)

The way he would open the door for you, wait for you, sit next to you, and then he wouldn’t eat until you came!!!

Him just so used to your presence.

Sebek out here being the best husband 🥹💞💚

ANONIE COME BACK, don’t leave me like this 😭💔

#answered #Anonie ask #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #🌷others fics🌷

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thisisatesttai · 4 months

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IchiRuki is not "delusional," and saying that it is means you have no media literacy

IHs seem to think that all it takes to interpret Ichigo, Rukia, and Orihime's feelings is to read the epilogue. To a literary critic, that is absurd. Characters explain how they feel over and over again across a piece of media. An ending may give us context that alters the earlier scenes, but this is always in very specific ways. With Bleach, nothing about the epilogue indicates that Ichigo and Rukia are not supposed to be read as at least potentially romantic.

For posterity's sake, I should point out that I've only seen the first few arcs of the anime, so most of what I say below is based on the manga. That said, the anime is part of the story as much as the manga is, so just because something happened in the manga and not the anime, or vice versa, doesn't make it "truer" to the text, just true to different texts.

Let's start with the fact that the story repeatedly suggests that Ichigo and Rukia have a romantic vibe to them. The rumors at school make this explicit, but just from the setup of two classmates who clearly have a secret that are constantly sneaking off, especially when you add in that they go home together and sleep in the same room. I know a lot of people want IchiRuki to be the Platonic Boy/Girl Friends (TM) but honey, they just ain't them. You're thinking of Naruto and Sakura. Claims that they have a sibling vibe are utterly baseless, especially in Bleach, where sibling relationships are a very explicit theme. Not every non-romantic couple that's nominally the same age (don't get me started on the "she's 150" arguments; go prosecute ACTUAL 150-year-olds dating 15-year-olds and leave me alone) is automatically a sibling vibe. The most I could say is that they do bicker a lot, but we all know that's just as comparable to a married couple. Saying Rukia is a mentor to Ichigo admittedly has a little more basis, especially when Bleach doesn't have a designated mentor figure. I still think Rukia's role in teaching Ichigo about the Soul Society is more of a guide archetype, though; think less Genkai, more Botan.

But setting aside the setup, the Soul Society Arc, or Rescue Rukia arc, is loaded with romantic themes and imagery. Don't get me wrong; nothing says that Kubo couldn't have introduced these as a fake-out to the audience, with the intention of subverting their expectations. I don't personally think there's anything that really suggests that, at least not so far as the romantic reading of the Soul Society arc itself being entirely off-base. The whole arc kicks off because Rukia is asked by Orihime and her friends if she "like-likes" Ichigo. She says she only likes him as a friend, but all of the narrative cues suggest that she's being dishonest, from the narration to the fact that she was so bothered by the question that she chooses now to go to the Soul Society and face her punishment. The suggestion at this point seems to be that Rukia having any type of affection for Ichigo, be it friendship or romantic, is inappropriate or even impossible for a shinigami. Ichigo's feelings are treated similarly, as he never gives a straight answer when he's asked why he wants to save Rukia, but several characters suggest that it's because he's in love with her. This doesn't mean he is, but the narrative does not deny that that is a possible reasoning. We're not even really told what his answer is; the scene where he thinks, "That's why I fought so hard to save you" seems to be suggesting that he wanted her to be able to decide whether she would live in the World of the Living or the Soul Society -- or else it's saying he didn't want the last time he saw her to be her telling him she would never forgive him, or it's saying that he wanted to see her smile again. Like I said, we're not given an explicit answer to this question.

The rest of the manga is basically about Ichigo adjusting to life without Rukia. I think it's fair to say that even if you read Soul Society romantically, from the Arrancar Invasion Arc on, Rukia is no longer written as Ichigo's love interest. This doesn't invalidate anything suggested in the previous arcs, though. If anything, I would argue that Ichigo's feelings become pretty explicit by the time we get to Hueco Mundo. The dramatic reveal of Rukia coming to visit, and the fact that she's the only person capable of breaking him out of his funk, both have a romantic reading to them. When the team arrives in Hueco Mundo, Ichigo is shown to be overly concerned with Rukia's safety, explicitly singling her out aside from Renji, Uryu, and Chad. (I guess that could just be misogyny, though.) Even Ichigo's obsession with getting a rematch with Grimmjow could be traced to him nearly one-shotting Rukia during their fight in Karakura. I'm not saying any of these are exclusive interpretations, just showing how it's regularly reinforced that Ichigo feels differently about Rukia than any of his other companions, even to the point of letting it cloud his judgment.

I don't think I need to say anything about Ichigo and Rukia's goodbye before the timeskip. The way the scene is drawn, and written, and framed by the narrative, is very reminiscent of romance scenes, to the point that if it was meant to be read as exclusively platonic, it comes off as a very bad satire. And jumping to the anime real quick, I know episode 342 is anime-only, but by no means do I think that invalidates everything it says about Ichigo and Rukia's feelings for each other. That episode oozes with ship-bait, to the point of turning the subtext of their relationship into text. And if you think this is something that the anime studio injected into the narrative -- well, first of all, then we'd also have to parse out everything that the Shonen Jump editors injected into the manga -- but Kubo himself has said that he thought the episode was a welcome addition. So, if your'e someone who thinks the author's vision is the final say on the manga, there you have it; Kubo basically canonized ep. 342.

With all that in mind, I think that, at the very least, Bleach's narrative suggests that Ichigo and Rukia are coulda-beens. Maybe Ichigo was more invested than Rukia was, maybe Rukia deemed it inappropriate due to them being from different worlds, but in the language of manga and storytelling in general, the idea that they might have feelings for each other isn't some fan's "delusion"; it is actually part of the text. Whether or not they actually felt something for each other is for them and them alone to know, but the story tells us that these are two people who met, came to care very deeply for each other, and then drifted apart without ever taking the plunge.

The question that this leaves us with is, where does that leave Orihime?

If there's one character whose feelings are never up for debate, it's Orihime. We know from practically her first scene that she has a crush on Ichigo. Now, at first that's never taken seriously. It's mostly just a setup for the running gag of her bonkers imagination. Over time, though, we get a little bit more insight into Orihime's feelings, and she starts to get taken more seriously as a character. There's a version of Bleach where, as Orihime steps up to be by Ichigo's side in the latter arcs, he moves on from his feelings for Rukia and the two develop as a couple. If that were the case, even if IchiHime doesn't appeal to me, personally, I would still accept it. It would actually be a refreshingly mature take on teenage romance. Unfortunately, that version is not in the text.

For that reading of Bleach to work, we would need to see their love for each other build to a place where both characters bring out the best in each other, at least comparably to Ichigo and Rukia. Unfortunately, Ichigo and Orihime don't seem to bring out the best in each other. Ichigo brings out all of Orihime's insecurities. During the lead-up to the Arrancar arc, Orihime starts to compare herself to Rukia. (There's literally a panel sequence that says, without a single word "find you someone who looks at you the way Ichigo looks at Rukia", to anyone who's still unconvinced that there's a romantic reading to those two.) And as the entirety of the Hueco Mundo hammers home, Orihime is personally ill-equipped to be Rukia. Both Rangiku and Rukia herself have speeches where they tell Orihime that she needs to stop trying to live up to what she thinks Ichigo wants and just be herself, but she sticks to the mantra that she wants to "fight by Ichigo's side" -- you know, like Rukia does. Urahara even tells her outright that she needs to stop trying to put herself on the battlefield. It's not particularly nice of him to squash her dreams like that, but it's not as though she doesn't get an out; Hachi is already there, trying to teach Orihime to be a healer, something she has a natural talent for.

Instead of reframing her wishes with the advice of her friends, Orihime makes the worst decision of her life and goes to Hueco Mundo with Ulquiorra. Now, obviously this is coerced by the Espada and not her actual response to the situation, but that doesn't mean they're not framed as consequential to each other, narratively. Orihime is told she has a flaw that she needs to change, but before she's able to do so, she must go through hardships so she can let go of the façade that she's using to cover up her flaw. Well, she goes through hardships alright. She's imprisoned, assaulted, and threatened with death. Orihime is confronted both with her weaknesses, and with her strengths, as she is eventually able to appeal to Ulquiorra's humanity through her willingness to see the goodness in people, even those who are actively abusing her. You would think this would lead to a change in Orihime that goes back and answers the underlying question, but it doesn't. By the end of the manga, she is still fantasizing about being a Battle Couple alongside Ichigo, and she's still not good at it. I don't know how many times I've had to say this, but Orihime and Ichigo losing their fight to Yhwach is not a triumphant moment. The fact that it's the result of Orihime achieving her series-long dream is more of an indictment against their relationship than anything else I could say.

To adopt the narrative that Ichigo got over Rukia to be with Orihime, we would also need to see him come to appreciate Orihime in her own right, something that he is...hopelessly uninterested in. No, we can't just take for granted that he's a dopey shonen hero and "that's just his character"; if he's supposed to be . We also absolutely cannot take for granted that this happens offscreen; that can be a headcanon that you, as the audience, choose to adopt, but it's not suggested by anything other than the assumption that the ending is supposed to be, and can only be, saccharinely happy. There's nothing to suggest that Ichigo changes the way he thinks about Orihime in the text, and we only ever see him thinking about her is when reacting to her in scenes, and just generally not wanting her to die. The closest we get to him expressing a romantic interest in Orihime is the scene where he asks her to "wait for him" -- at Rukia's wedding, no less. I shouldn't have to spell out how having this happen on the very day, at the very moment, that Rukia is considered "off-limits" to conventional societal standards undercuts the idea that Ichigo is not taking Orihime as a consolation prize. Which, don't get me wrong, SUCKS. But it is implicit in the framing, and can't be ignored.

And that's without getting into Rukia's relationship with Renji. I think in this case, we can very obviously see that Kubo tried to write a romance between them, but he did so in such a half-assed way that I find it very hard to take seriously. Yes, Ichigo throwing Rukia to Renji is obviously meant to tell us that Renji is her love interest from that point in the story, but that doesn't mean it works. First of all, we can't pretend Renji wasn't awful to Rukia for a majority of the Soul Society arc. Sure, this is him pre-character development, but it's a huge leap to go from "I'm conflicted over whether I should tell off my boss for killing you" to a canon couple. But even with Renji beating up Rukia and telling her he wished she was dead, you can still get to the point where they repair their relationship -- it just takes a lot of work that Bleach simply doesn't do. We need more than Renji promising to turn things around, we need to see him do things that make up for that. To be fair, though, Kubo spends very little time showing us what they're like when one of them isn't on death row. At most, they seem to train together a lot. Like, you want platonic boy/girl besties? THESE are platonic boy/girl besties. Actually, they're the ones with the sibling dynamic, given that they literally grew up calling each other family.

So where does that leave us? Some people seem to assume that despite Kubo fumbling the ball, the canon couples were meant to be, and that they somehow found happiness despite all the evidence to the contrary. Again, you can hold that headcanon for yourself if it makes you happy. However, if we're going strictly based off the text, the answer seems to be that Bleach doesn't have a happy ending. The characters whose endings are not related to getting married off all end up doing the one thing they didn't want to do -- Chad ends up using his fists for personal gain as a boxer, Uryu ends up alone, etc. -- and the ones who DO get what they want are the ones whose dreams are framed as being misguided, in Orihime's case, or unearned, in Renji's case. I'm not saying you have to ship IchiRuki, of course. I can't tell you how to read the series. At the end of the day, Bleach is to you what it is to you. But saying that reading IchiRuki as romantic is "delusional" is more than just false, it diminishes media literacy for all of us.

#bleach #rant #shipping #ichiruki #ichihime #ichigo kurosaki #rukia kuchiki #orihime inoue #renji abarai #we do knot always love you #i mean look at that title #that's supposed to be the big renruki book #why is it based around a double entendre that's basically #we always love you -- NOT!

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autisticlee · 6 months

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i've noticed that there's always a lot of discourse about trying on labels like for sexuality and gender for example. people saying if you dont know, don't claim am identity. people complaining about people using labels lying and being fakes. complaining when someone changes their lable/identity.

you even see it in conservatives who whine and cry about gender and sexuality saying stuff like "you can't know that yet/you're too young/what if it changes/you can't just decide now and change later" and seeing queer people say the same things can be super discouraging and alienating.

because the thing is, humans do change. It's a natural phenomenon we can't do anything about. it's perfectly ok to feel one way now and then realize you feel differently later on. it can be because life experiences changed who you, or you realize/discover something, or etc.

also, how will someone know who/what they are without trying things out to see what fits? to see what feels right? not everyone just KNOWS who they are or what they want or how they feel automatically. telling people they can't experiment to see what works does nothing but alienate them and make them feel even more lost and alone.

i know it's a bit more of a touchy and difficult subject and im debating adding it in, but I see a similar discourse for example in the autistic community where people try to gatekeep the identity for only "officially diagnosed" people. (I was trying to think of something else that's not only gender/sexuality because my whole point should apply to more than just queer identities but this is all I could think of atm) i've seen it in other communities as well (mental or physical illnesses and disabilities and stuff for example) you have to relate to an identity basically, in order to bring it to a doctor. usually a doctor won't just say "oh you have this!" on their own; you have to tell the doctor "I think I have this" and sometimes it takes you years of research to figure out things yourself (because we all know doctors can be useless at times) by that point, if someone is putting that much time into a thing, there less chance of them faking it. if they think they have a disorder like DID but don't, then they still need help. but there shouldn't be so much aggression towards people who get evaluated or reevaluated and realize they were wrong. it's actually ok to be wrong and correct yourself later, contrary to popular belief. 1 or 19 or even 100 people being wrong doesn't mean we should let that reflect on *everyone* and let people with ill intent call everyone a "faker"

even if it turns out you were wrong, there's no real harm in trying on things until you reach a final conclusion. it's other people's opnions and reactions to it that are the harmful part.

[imagine if you had to guess what clothes and shoes would fit you, look good on you, and feel good without trying them on, you have to decide on one only, and then you have to keep wearing only those clothes and shoes after that and can never change out of them. that's so silly, right?]

sometimes you have to make guesses about your identity first and get confirmation later. sometimes you guess that you are a cishet man and date a cishet woman and realize a few years into the relationship that you are actually a trans lesbian. It's perfectly fine and normal to change after some time! we all need to not gatekeep and instead support each other. accept each other either way.

if someone feels they are trans for years and transitions and then realizes they are actually nonbinary and maybe slides into a more androgynous state or even stops transition or detransitions, don't call them fake! if someone is aroace and then starts dating, realizing they felt that way due to trauma in the past but were able to heal from it, don't call then a fraud! if a lesbian falls in love with a man and realizes she's actually bi, don't say she lied or tricked you!

yes, I know that there's often stigmas and stereotypes about changing. the whole "it's just a phase" thing for example. or accusing people of "following a trend." and the whole fact that the phobes always try to force their harmful belief that these identities are a "choice" and "choosing" them is wrong. change can mimic "a choice," but change does not always equal choice! someone changing does NOT always mean they are choosing something different. many times in life change isn't a choice!!! the fact that reflects poorly on the lables/communities by those who already have a bias against them is what needs change.

but that's the thing. that's precisely what i'm saying. we need to break down those stigmas around change. so what if it's a "phase" ???? why can't someone have an experience for a short time and then change it later due to whatever reason or circumstances? why can't someone try something out and then realize it's not right later on? why do we have to decide on a label or identity for life while still trying to figure out who we are? why is someone naturally changing or realizing something about themselves considered lying and fake? why do we let other people's bad opinions create stigmas and stereotypes around everything and then let that dictate everything we do? instead of gatekeeping and hurting potential new community members, why can't we break down those stereotypes and stigmas instead? instead of shaming people who try out your lables, why not shame and demonize the people that throw stereotypes and stigmas at you just because someone else is trying to figure out who they are still????? why let haters dictate how you treat others?

choose the right battles. fight the right people.

#lee rambles #lgbt #lgbtqia #lgbtq community #queer #what do i tag this as???? too many words. brain tired from words and cant think of tags now #maybe those few will be fine for now #i hope this ramble made sense. it was hard to put into words. so not sure if it came across correctly or not #took forever to write. dont feel like proofreading. apologies for any typos or mistakes

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Hi, love your blog! Just curious, since you do post about different celebs, do you kinda follow the drama surrounding Chris Evans and his relationship with Alba? I just recently stumbled upon the rabbit hole that is very elaborate theories how it's all a PR contract and how miserable he is. It's seems very far fetched to me, because it's crazy complex 😄

Oh laaawwwwd lol..... 😅

*Pull up a chair*

Girrrrrrl..... Ever since Chris confirmed his rlshp with Alba, I've honestly been staying kind of away from his fandom and his personal life talk. It's just too crazy! 🤪

When the news dropped that it was confirmed he and Alba were indeed a couple (there were tons of rumors for a while) the fandom went through a meltdown, and when I saw this tweet.... girl I was done rofl 🤣

That's when I decided to just focus on Chris and his work, and not really focus on his rlshp right now. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Don't get me wrong, fans don't HAVE to like his gf or even particularly care for him with her. I'm not saying that fans have to automatically become a fan of whoever their fave is dating at the current moment, or run out and buy shipname T-shirts or start shipping blogs about their rlshp or anything rofl 🤣 (To me that's just weird 🥴)

But you should at the very least RESPECT the fact that this is the woman your favorite celebrity man (whoever he may be) is dating at the moment, and obviously he loves this woman if he's been with her all this time. Fans don't need to be dogging her online, spreading negative theories, or claiming that the rlshp is "PR" in other words. 🙄

Tbh? I feel like the term "PR" rlshp has been OVERused these days, and is more so just a silly term some bitter fans use to describe whatever rlshp that they don't particularly like their fave in. 🙄

Imo, it's just a way for fans to nurse their hurt feelings and try to negate a REAL rlshp that their favorite celebrity guy is in with another woman. 👀 That's how I've always viewed it. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Chris & Alba = Fans swear it's "PR"

Timothée & Kylie = Fans swear it's "PR" (PR for what?? They're not even in the same industry, and him dating her does NOTHING really for his image rofl 🤣)

Austin & Kaia = Fans swear it's "PR"

Michael B. Jordan & Lori Harvey = Fans swore it was "PR" when they were dating

Tom & Zendaya = Antis swore it was "PR" too! 🙄

Notice a pattern? 😏

I feel like just about ANY rlshp in Hollywood that fans don't like their hot guy in, they just automatically claim it's "PR". 😒

I hate to break the bubble folks, but HW doesn't usually do PR rlshps like this anymore lol. PR is more so in the form of publicity stunts, or needing to have the actor do smthg to clean up his image that has been TAINTED by something really negative coming out about him in the media. It's NOT usually in the form of a "fake" rlshp. 😒

In addition, fake rlshps usually only last a few months (if even THAT), and certainly not YEARS upon YEARS. Like c'mon.... 😏

Anyway, back to Chris....

He doesn't look miserable in the least to me! He looks fine! In fact he looks happier than ever! 🤣 I mean, he usually looks happy anyway (he's just a smiley, jokey guy in general lol), but everything I've been seeing with him and Alba seems so sweet and he seems so in love with her. 🥰

He's been wanting a serious rlshp (and marriage and kids) for a long time now, so if she's "the one", then I'm happy for him. 😊

Idk much about her, but she seems to make him happy, so.... it is what it is! 🤷🏾‍♀️

Anyway, let me stop rambling, coz I promised I would be more BRIEF on my blog from now on.

Anon, I've talked about this topic extensively before here (below) as well Anon if you wish to do further reading lol 😆

#Chris Evans #PR rlshps #sorry for the dissertation

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“I swear, at this point she’s just like a stalkerish fangirl following everyone who’s remotely associated with him… 😅”

I mean, that is his girlfriend? It’s not that weird that she would follow people that’s close with him I’m sure she’s met them more than once in the almost 10 months they’ve been together. (Because we know he’s always with his friends, even though he doesn’t post it as much) y’all are always saying something about every little thing she does when most of the time you’re not even right about what you say, it’s just speculations (none of it is fact, you have all created this whole fake personality for her and you don’t even know her for real?) it’s weird as fuck. You’re just making speculations solely off of the fact that you don’t like her and you feel some kind of way just because she’s with Alex. When someone points that out, you circle right back around to the only 3 solid reasons you (might) have for not liking her. And the main one is the “you snooze you lose” post (which you even admitted yourself that you all could still possibly be wrong about that being targeted towards fans because it “could be an inside joke that they had that she didn’t mean to post on the main one”. Hence why after she deleted it she added a post to the private. Because it was actually meant to be private?) after that you all just started picking at every little thing she did after that and taking it personally as if she’s sending some kind of secret diss to you all, simply because you’re his fans. Y’all sound crazy as hell and then wonder why he’s stopped posting as much and why he stopped wanting and allowing for people to be tagged him in stuff as much when he hangs out with people, because y’all don’t know how to respect his privacy. Y’all go and search on his friends accounts for any sighting of him (and if you’re not doing it yourself you repost what other people found, like reposting a story form the bar opening of the back of his head, just because it’s Alex. and it was posted on and account of someone I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even follow?) and then complain about the fact that “he’s a liar” and that “he says he wants privacy but then does the complete opposite by doing this and that” but you guys are the ones that go and invade said privacy, like he’s obviously pulled away from instagram more because of you guys. Because of the constant hate towards anything he does that doesn’t cater to you. It’s insane.

Alright anon, first of all, thanks for adding to the discussion. But before we can continue, please:

Because the way you sound so triggered over what a bunch of people speculate online about Johanne makes it look like you're either Johanne herself or someone really close to her (and also something else you mentioned, but we'll get to it). So, let's see:

You say that it's not weird because she's his girlfriend. Well, I'd say that it is. A couple can have a common circle of friends, obviously, but they certainly had other friends before meeting each other and/or will make new friends in other environments their significant other isn't a part of. And that's perfectly fine! Just because people are dating they don't become conjoined twins, they don't need to be together 24/7 and spending some time apart with other people doing different activities is healthy! One doesn't need to know and automatically become friends with everyone who is a friend/acquaintance or remotely related to their partner! And that's actually what we've been witnessing. Not all of the people she followed are actually close friends of Alex, some are just in the same field of work or crossed paths at some point, and she still had to follow them right away. And then you say that "she’s met them more than once in the almost 10 months they’ve been together". Taking Lucas as an example, why wasn't she following him before then? And only did last weekend after the bar opening? One would say they only met that evening and she didn't lose an opportunity to make another famous acquaintance and enmesh herself even more in Alex's circle. Also kudos for knowing the exact date they started dating.

You claim that we're always making speculations about her and that we don't know her for real. That part is true, I don't know her. But do you? If yes, please enlighten us and tell us why we're all so wrong about her. Because, personally, I'm not making speculations "solely off of the fact that I don’t like her" nor do I "feel some kind of way just because she’s with Alex". She's actually had some questionable attitudes which made me dislike her, and these weren't assumptions but facts — things that actually happened (not "might" have happened) and many people witnessed them (please refer to this post if you care about reading them, as I don't like repeating myself). And no, the "you snooze, you lose" incident isn't even the main reason. Stealing another person's artwork, making it pass as her own, and then pretending it didn't happen instead of acknowledging her mistake is. And I would have found this behavior really problematic whether it had come from Johanne or from any other person, regardless of whoever they were dating.

And while we're still speaking of the "you snooze, you lose" post, how can you be so certain that it was posted to her private account after she deleted it from her main one? Unless you're some kind of hacker, Johanne herself or someone close to her who actually follows said account? Or are you just speculating like everyone else here? Because if it's the latter, then you shouldn't be referring to us as "ya'll" as if you're any better, then.

While I agree that stalking Alex's friends looking for the smallest sight of him can be annoying to these people, most of them actually tag him in their stories, as if wanting a repost or at least some attention. And it's undeniable that a few people close to him have done it in the past. While others have set their accounts to private and/or avoid tagging him. But just for the record, all the content you'll see posted here comes from public accounts, as I believe stealing content from private accounts is wrong. And if I ever repost something (either from another blog, or something that people submitted) and you know that it was private, by all means let me know.

And by the end of your ask, I believe you're mixing things up. No one is saying that he's a liar about wanting privacy just because he hangs out with friends and is tagged partying with them, or takes part in public events (be it movie premieres, charity events or product launchings). People were just taken by surprise about him being so adamant on keeping his private life private for the past few years, but then suddenly exposing his relationship the way he has, either in the press or by having friends recording and reposting a birthday party, for example. And then him tagging his exact locations while on holidays. Just little things that don't match with being a very private person. In conclusion, it’s not about people digging online to find things about him, it’s about Alex himself being inconsistent in the way he handles his own privacy.

And last but not least, no one is hating on him. People are free to support and like a person, and still dislike and/or disagree with some of their attitudes. No one is perfect, anyway. But we're all entitled to our own opinions, which is exactly what we've been sharing here, in a way that isn’t harming or offending anyone. And believe me, if we were all “haters” this blog wouldn’t even exist in the first place, as I believe people have better things to do with their time than waste it with things they don’t even like. Which makes me wonder why you’re here? Clearly you don’t agree with what we’ve been doing here and you sent a whole ask criticising us for it, and what opinions we might have, but didn’t actually share your own. You defended Johanne, and while I gave you valid reasons as to why a lot of us dislike her, you failed to provide yours for actually liking her as a person and thinking we’re all wrong. So by all means, you’re more than welcome to add to the discussion and do so. Otherwise, you can always find other blogs whose content is more to your liking.

Either way, thanks for sharing your thoughts once again. Have a lovely day! 😊✨

#anon asks

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Hi Jen!

I just wanted to stop by & tell you that I can’t even explain how much I love your writing. I don’t blame you saying failure is your biggest fear because I relate. But we are also our own biggest critics. Like the other ask had said about you putting the darkest moments into fics I can’t tell you how much they’ve helped me get through the last few months. Your writing means so much to me & I think I’ve read almost everything you wrote multiple times. You are so worthy, appreciated & loved. If I could ever be half the writer you are I’d be lucky. ❤️

ALSO (same anon as the last one hehe) I didn’t even know you were publishing a book!!! I’d love to hear about it. I must’ve missed most of what you said about it. I knew you were publishing something but I didn’t know what!

Hi!! Sorry, it took me a hot minute to get back to you! It's been hectic! I just got a new kitten and she's a little crazy but in the best way. Morris is IN LOVE!

Thank you very much for the love and the pep talk. Failure is this insane invisible demon that we have no idea how to defeat some days. We are our own biggest critics and part of it is knowing what we're capable of creating and holding ourselves to a standard. But it's that there that hurts us sometimes too. Holding yourself up to this standard and falling short can make it feel like an automatic fail.

Not to get too personal about this, but I felt like extra like a failure because my mom knows I'm writing a book (pray to fuck she doesn't read it because I do not need my mom reading the sex scenes I have planned) and it was the first time that my mom has ever supported something like that for me. That's not to say that she hasn't been supportive before or anything. But this just felt different because she outwardly said to me one day out of the blue that I should keep going. I could be the next best-selling author and a bunch of other mom shit I didn't know I needed to hear.

I wholeheartedly appreciate the kind words, and I'm grateful to know that my stories have helped you get through some tough times. That there is the reason why I started in the first place, and the reason why I want to keep going! So thank you for being my reason to keep writing!

You friend, are an amazing writer, and I'm happy you're here creating stories! 💜

YES, I am hoping to publish a book in 2023 and later on too. Don't tell anyone, but I really hope to get 2 out next year 'cause I want to get a Christmas story out too.

It's still in the rough outlining process, but it's going extremely well! I can't share too much just yet, because nothing is set in stone. But I will say it's got neighbors, hurt/comfort, mental health rep in both parties and in side characters, fake dating, she falls first but he falls harder, some traumatic backstories, and a lot of fluffy stuff.

Oh and there will be a Spotify playlist to go with it!

You'll know more soon! I promise!!

#Jen loves anon #Love #Jen answers asks #Novel talk #Pep talk

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🔥 fanfic tropes (for the unpopular/spicy opinion meme!)

omg immediately forgets every fanfic trope ever

okay let me see....

i literally could not care less about fake dating aus they are so boring to me.

any variations thereupon are also boring to me: arranged marriage/marriage so i'll inherit this money/etc etc

same goes for only one bed like. ok. who cares?????? who cares

okay i kind of lied a tv show pulled off the only one bed trope once and i was so not mad about it but they actually managed to do something interesting with it

also i feel like the same goes for enemies to lovers - it has to be done really well for it to work but most of the time it's just like "meh you're the worst!!" "good i hate you also!" but we're ✨ attracted ✨ to each other so it doesn't really matter.

also a weirdly specific one but when people write fandom fusion fics so like if you have a pairing from one fandom and write them as if they're mulder and scully from the xfiles or whatever, but another character would fit that role better, but then they'll keep it that way because of the ship. it bugs me so much. if it's not as specific like if it's pacific rim fusion and they're just meant to be drift compatible or whatever and not taking the main character's arcs it's less of an issue for me

this is maybe not a trope, but i hate it when people steal other character's traits to give it to their fave/character bashing/etc. grow up. get a job.

also the cinderella complex of acting like one character is just soooooo mistreated by everybody else, everyone is just a huge meanie to them all the time, like yawn 😩😩

especially when the character in question happens to be treated no worse than any other character in the actual narrative, or they happen to be a character who's actually really assertive in canon and then in fics they'll just be a complete walkover. like literally what happened here.

i also get really annoyed by huge fandoms where there are plenty of characters to write about but all of the fics are almost exclusively about one (1) ship and this really becomes a problem when it ignores/bashes other characters like i said above

soulmate fics aren't an immediate won't read for me but they have to stand out in some way

halsdkjkfslj this just makes me sound like i hate shipping fics and it's kind of true but i actually love a lot of tropes and shippy tropes like i love aus, role reversals, 5+1, etc. i guess i just hate when characters are ~ forced together ~ into love by contrived circumstances. it's so....eyeroll-y to me. it's like when you watch sleepless in seattle and you get to the end and the movie's like well! those two sure are in love! and you're like no! they've known each for two minutes! they're not in love!

same thing for most of these fake dating/enemies to lovers/bed sharing, it's like people are like "well these tropes are how you get to xyz" instead of actually developing the relationship alongside it by showing how feelings for each other have begun/deepened. like that one bed sharing scene i mentioned, it shows how awkward the "relationship" is because they are like okay i guess we have to share a bed but i need my white noise machine but you want to watch cyrano de bergerac on the tv but we can't POSSIBLY sleep head to head foot to foot it has to be a head foot foot head type situation. but cyrano de bergerac is french so i'll read off the subtitles to you because you can watch it in the mirror and as you fall asleep it's the part where cyrano is admitting his love and i'm saying it softly because i know you're asleep but i'm starting to realize i'm a little in love with you too.

like the LAYERS there.

but more often that not it's like fic writers assume that you will just automatically assume that that is what is happening rather than actually writing it. (this is a problem with published fiction too, particularly romance, since it seems that my biggest gripes are with that general genre lol)

anyways thanks for asking! <3

#claire.txt #i've got mail #tyyyyyy #this was fun #ask games #enjoy the novel lol

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songmingisthighs · 3 years

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??? × reader, ateez × reader

A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

Wooyoung and Yeosang were rushing you into the frat as quick as they could. Wooyoung carrying your bag and Yeosang practically hauling you away.

When you entered the frat, you could see that every single one of them is sitting around the living area. Some were seated on the couch as some were on the floor.

At the sight of you entering, their eyes lit up and smile bloom on their faces automatically.

"Is this an intervention?" you asked, walking slowly to where they are, slightly wary of the situation as they would rarely gather together to talk. More often than not, all communication happens in the group chat.

"Because I swear I'll return all your shirts and hoodies," you said, scrunching your nose in nervousness.

Mingi stood up and glomped onto you, nestling his face into the crook of your neck. He had to hunch because he's way taller than you. "You can take our clothes any time you want, this is not an intervention," he mumbled into your skin before detaching and planting a soft peck on your forehead, "missed you," he grinned.

You instinctively held onto Mingi's ring and pinkie as he led you to sit on the available spot at the left end of the U-shaped couch.

"So? Who wants to start?" Yunho asked, breaking the initial building silence.

The boys looked at each other for a bit before their eyes slowly zeroed in on Hongjoong. At the sudden attention, Hongjoong's eyes widened for a split second before scoffing, "one of you better start because I'm not doing it," he said, crossing his arms.

"But you're the leader," Yeosand stated matter-o-factly with a straight face. The others nodding along, agreeing to what Yeosang said.

Hongjoong grumbled at the fact that they're ganging up on him, using his own title against him. This is one of the rare few times he regretted having his title and even using it to his own advantage sometimes. The K in karma stands for Kang Yeosang, it seems.

You pursed your lips, still nervous and slightly uneasy. Historically, when a person is called by a group or collective, it was never for good reasons.

"So, (Y/N)," Hongjoong started, looking directly at you as his fingers fiddled slightly with the rings in his fingers, "do you like being with us?" he asked.

You visibly swallowed the lump in your throat. You couldn't help but feel like they're kicking you out, or the board is making them kick you out, that's the only reasonable explanation to the opening question Hongjoong threw at you, right?

Unconsciously, you leaned closer to Mingi for security and held his fingers tighter. Mingi thought nothing much of it. "Well, I like you guys like a lot, and living with you all has been great! More than great, actually, I never really had a roommate and initially the thought of having 8 roommates scared me especially because well you're guys and guys tend to be dirty and all, but it turns out you guys are freaking awesome, and I couldn't ask for better roommates honestly," you rambled, grinning awkwardly at them.

Most of them had a look of confusion on their faces. They didn't know why you were talking about your living situation when they're obviously asking about something much more substantial than that.

"(Y/N), sweetie," Seonghwa called out, "we're... glad that you're happy living with us here and we honestly wouldn't want it any other way," "wait, so this is not about anyone having a problem with me living here for quite some time now?" you asked, cutting Seonghwa off.

Wooyoung gasped loudly at your question, "no, it's not, sweetie, believe me! Who'd make you feel this way?" he then snapped his head to San who's sitting next to him, "was it you!?" he asked dramatically, holding onto the collars of San's hoodie, "fuck you, if anyone would've made her uncomfortable, it would've been you with your incessant claim on her as her boyfriend which is as true as Yeosang being able to pop unicorn horn from his ass!" San retorted back, grabbing onto Wooyoung's collars as well.

Seonghwa and Yunho immediately jumped up and separated the two, sitting them in next to Jongho and Yeosang who had been snickering at the childish argument.

Once they both calmed down, they all shifted their attention back to you. "We weren't talking about our living situation at all, we're kind of... needing to ask you something important..." Yunho said, trailing off to look at the others as if in confirmation.

No longer feeling nervous, you just shrug at them all, "okay, shoot."

Though you asked them to talk, they all stay glancing at each other. Even Wooyoung, the most confident man you possibly have ever known, couldn't look you directly in the eyes without blushing.

After a while, the tension didn't seem to dissipate and it started to bug you. "Oh, come on! You guys have seen me naked, what could you all possibly have to say that made you all sweating like an old man in a sauna?" you grumbled, crossing your arms on your chest.

Jongho cringed at your words, "don't put you and a sweaty old man in the same sentence, that image's gonna haunt me for weeks," he complained. San stared at him weirdly, "why would you even think about a sweaty old man?" "It's called prompting," "It's called nasty,"

Yeosang exhaled sharply, bringing everyone's attention to him, "since none of you seems to want to seriously ask her, I'll do it," he glared at the other boys before looking straight at you, "how do you feel, non platonically, about all of us?" he asked directly.

While you tilt your head in confusion, everyone else in the room seemed to broke into a meltdown altogether. Some were covering their faces in their hands, others were slumping so lowly on the couch their asses were basically on the floor.

"I... honestly haven't really thought about it," you shrugged, furrowing your eyebrows, "but I can't say I'm not attracted to all of you, sure we're friends and this might be just a fascination thing, but I really can't deny that I definitely feel something for you guys," you continued.

When they heard you say that, they visibly relaxed.

"That's good, because, well..." Yeosang trailed off, waiting for someone else to say it as a rosy tint bloomed on his face, showcasing his bashfulness to everyone.

Thankfully, Hongjoong stepped up and continued Yeosang's sentence, "because we, all eight of us, also can't deny that we feel something for you," he smiled shyly.

Seeing the boys all soft and shy made you giggle. Butterflies formed in your stomach and you had to admit that you like the thought of all of them liking you more than on a platonic level.

"So... every single one of you has feelings for me?" you asked, trying to make sure before you made your conclusion. All eight heads nod and you can't help but to focus on Jongho and Mingi, "you both too?" you asked them both, eyes darting between the two.

While Jongho grinned cockily and nod, Mingi covered his face with one hand in embarrassment, "yeah, kind of," he mumbled. You giggled and reach to try to pry his hand from his face, wanting to see how he look, "when did you start feeling like that, huh? I thought you only think of me as a stress reliever," you whined but eventually succeeding in prying his hand off.

Mingi raised an eyebrow at you, "the fact that we've been sleeping together combined with how amazing you are, it was never about if I'd fall for you, it was about the when," he said. You couldn't help but blush at his words, "so you liked me because we were fuck buddies?" "it sounds bad when you put it like that, but I was intrigued when I first met you which is why I approached you,"

You then shifted your gaze to the others, "When did you all realize you like me?" you asked, "as cliche as it sounds, it was the night we all did it together," Yunho answered.

"Not me," Wooyoung said, raising a hand, "I realized it like a solid couple of weeks after we started our whole fake relationship thing," he grinned proudly, "I began liking the way I call you my girlfriend more than I would like to admit, but I couldn't think of another person more perfect for me than you,"

It was your turn to melt. You covered your face in embarrassment, letting out a muffled squeal at how cheesy Wooyoung's words are. The others chuckled at how adorable you're being.

"You know, the eight of us talked about it before you came back here," Hongjoong said. You calm yourself down before being able to look at him directly in the eyes again, "and... we just wanted to know whether or not you'd like to date us,"

You tilted your head to the side, "like... All nine of us? One girl and eight boys?" you asked, making sure you're not hearing things wrong. But all of them nodded firmly. "It's not orthodox, I'd have to admit, and usually we would each try to win you over for only one of us, but when we were together last time, it just felt natural and I can't speak for these guys, but I didn't feel jealous whatsoever, because I know that you deserve more than just what I could and am willing to give you, and they can fill in where I lack because you deserve nothing but the best," Seonghwa said. He had somehow moved to kneel in between your legs, hands rubbing your knees gently as his eyes shone what you could only describe as pure affection and adoration.

The others piped in agreement with the eldest. It seemed like they know what they're doing and what they want. So the ball was in your court.

On one hand, you adore them to the heavens and back, you couldn't possibly think of having things any other way. And the thought of having to choose between them doesn't sit right with you. Sure, you're just one person, but you're sure if they're right, things will be okay.

But on the other hand, Seonghwa was right, this is highly unorthodox. Sure, you've heard of poly relationships here and there, heck one of your classmates' sister is in a poly relationship with three girls. But you can't deny you live in a society that's filled with judgment and harsh criticism, more than yourself, you're worried about how going down this path would affect them. And besides, how did one went from not wanting to even have random hookups due to wanting to have a relationship with 8 guys?

"See the look on her face? The wheels are turning in there," you heard Jongho muttered to the rest of them who had moved to kneel in front of you somewhere during your thoughts.

You glared at him shortly before pouting, "I do want to know if there could be something more to this," you started. The boys were about to celebrate when you cut them off, "BUT, I'm not sure on how this is gonna be, let's face it, you guys seemed to realize that you like me after we had sex," "I didn't," Wooyoung cut you off which was immediately shut by Yeosang, putting a hand over his mouth, "feelings tend to mash then and I wouldn't be surprised if it was the sexual pull talking," you sighed.

Their shoulder seemingly slumped hearing you say that. They didn't even discuss that, they were pretty sure that they genuinely like you and want to be more with you. Maybe they didn't want what you said to even be a possibility.

Suddenly, San perked up, "wait, if what you're worried about is whether or not our feelings are the real deal or not, then why don't you just test it? You can just decide later if we're gonna officially date or not. Take things slowly, you know?" he grinned brightly.

Slowly, each of the boys' eyes widened and shone with hope, thinking that San's plan is actually probable.

"Finally, San said something fucking smart for once," Yunho muttered, earning a harsh nudge to his hip by a glaring San.

The idea wasn't bad. It was actually good. This way, all of you can be sure and there would be no regrets, no one got hurt.

You squint your eyes at him, "but what would that make us?" "that's the beauty of it, there would be no official title until we make our decision," he said proudly. You pursed your lips, feelings swaying and leaning on the positive, "and how long do I have to make a decision?" this time, Yeosang answered, "as long as you need, we won't rush you," he smiled gently at you, making your stupid heart flip.

The idea WAS appealing, it was a win-win for sure.

When a smile broke on your face, the boys had to hold themselves together to let you confirm their suspicion.

"I'm in, let's try and see where we all can go,"

Before you could even take a breath after answering, the boys had pulled you forward in a giant group hug on the floor. You found yourself squished by eight men who are hollering, cheering, trying to kiss you, and trying to hold onto you as tightly as possible. While the position was uncomfortable, you couldn't care less.

Because being in the centre of them all felt right. It felt like you belong.

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burntchickennuggetskrrt · 4 years

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A Twist in my Story

you just went out of the broadcasting room when you saw jisung and chenle walking towards you. you smiled and waved at them, but instead of waving back they ran towards you and immediately covered your eyes with a blindfold.

"what the hell, chenle? jisung?" you tried removing the blindfold but one of the two kids is holding both your hands.

"i'm sorry noona, just doing our job." it was chenle who said sorry but you're pretty sure he's just smiling right now, not feeling any remorse at all.

"someone paid to date you, noona. wonder who." jisung chimed in with his fake seriousness.

"idiots. i need to talk to jaemin though."

"jaemin hyung can wait for you noona, don't worry."

"how much do i need to pay you both so that you can let me go?"

"100,000 won."

"Excuse my french, but what the fuck? Why do I need to pay 100,000 won for a fake date? Are y'all nuts?" What the hell is a blind date that costs 100,000 won?

"Well, not really noona. You see our normal charge is only 10,000 won. But you see, the person who paid for your blind date gave us 50,000 won just so you can't say no. We made a policy that anyone who refuses the blind date needs to pay twice the amount originally paid, so you know we can still earn for the services we provided, we're just doing business here, definitely nothing personal." you would've been proud of chenle if it wasn't at your expense. you heard the two kids you're fond of laughing not so subtely and they also did a high-five.

who would've paid for that amount? you wondered to yourself, but you really can't say no now, 100,000 is a lot already.

"whatever. it won't last long right?"

"30 minutes."

"oh hell, that's a lot of minutes."

"we planned it well, noona."

after what seems like forever, you've arrived at the location of the blind date activity.

"noona, it'll be your choice if you want to remove your blind fold or nah, but head's up, your date is already here and he already removed his blindfold and grossly staring at you." you heard chenle say "ow" after he said what he said, like he was smack or something.

"bye noona, we'll go now. 30 mins." jisung said before you heard footsteps walking away.

you felt nervous all of a sudden by the fact that you are in a small space with someone you cannot see and you're still not sure if you want to see. who would want to date me? of course it's a dumb question because obviously someone has taken a chance on you. you decided it's only fair to remove your blindfold and talk to them properly like a normal person. you can do that, right?

you slowly removed your blindfolds whilst hearing the loud beating of your heart. hopefully it's not loud enough for the other person to hear, because that would be so dumb, you thought again.

after the blindfold has been taken off, your eyes immediately landed on a familiar pair of eyes; because you've known it for forever. it's the same eyes you've been dreaming about for a long time.

"hi." it was a simple greeting but you felt all those cheesy shite in your stomach. remember those movies and books that said that there are butterflies on their tummies? well, guess what, it's what's in yours too.

"jaemin, hi." you smiled suddenly shy at the presence of your bestfriend.

"you're blushing, baby." okay first of all, what the fuck was that? baby?

"shut up, idiot. don't call me baby." you smacked his arms playfully to which the boy only replied with a smile, still looking at you straight in the eyes.

"so did you pay for this?" jaemin asked to which you replied with a faux-shock look on your face.

"nope! chenle said this "date" was like 50,000 won. i'm too broke for that. i can just talk to you without paying, right?"

"of course, yn. but i didn't pay for this either, but at least we can talk here, right? not going to lie, i haven't seen this part of the room. jisung and chenle must've worked hard in decorating, because this looks... dope" jaemin almost said romantic but of course he can't just say it without context, he doesn't want to send shock to his bestfriend.

"agreed. so you said you wanted to talk about something? what's this about?" you tried not to be nervous; because nervous yn is a wreck. you're still gathering the energy to confess to this perfect human being in front of you, and you almost feel cold feet whilst looking at him.

"well, just promise me you won't leave me or say anything until i'm over. deal?" jaemin extended his hand towards you to seal the deal and you accepted and shook it.

"okay, hit me with this. it seems serious. i'll zip my mouth." you made a motion that looks like you're zipping your mouth, jaemin smiled at the action and breathed deep before he started speaking.

"okay, i can do this. so you know that i've known you since forever. you're like home to me, no matter where i'll end up to, i will always long to go back to you because you give me that sense of comfort. you're also my lighthouse, because when i find myself lost and in some dark place, i look for you because i know you can guide me home. knowing you for a long time is a bliss to me. sometimes, i look at you and a sudden thought would come to my mind, "i could spend my whole life with this girl." but just like all those cliché coming of age movies, i was scared of going over the line because what if it will go wrong, what if i fuck up and i'll end up losing you, i can't do that, losing you would mean losing my home. so i stayed back, and i was happy since nobody was there to call you theirs, i mean it's selfish but i was happy. and then someone came in the picture, fucking Mark Lee who's nothing but perfect. Of course he'd come to like you, who wouldn't? and then one day, you suddenly introduced him as your boyfriend and i've never felt more devastated, damn i've never even known that word before. but it's the only thing that described what i've felt then. you were happy and even if it sucks it's in someone else's arms, i've come to accept it, just as long as you are happy. i tried moving on too, because i don't want you to worry about me. and lia was there, she said she likes me, i was honest with her from the very beginning and she agreed. and i actually find myself liking her, then loving her, but not as intense as it was with you. but i tried really hard, you know? because lia deserved that, but it was becoming so hard; especially after fucking mark left. i find myself wanting to stay with you, comfort you. sometimes it comes to a point where it becomes the reason why lia and i would fought. and before it could get worse, i've decided to break up with her. i don't want do something stupid, i don't want to recover my feelings for you when lia is still in the picture. she doesn't deserve that. so i told her we need to, because i'm starting to think of someone else more than i should. i don't know if she knew it was you. but you know lia, she's an angel, she agreed, but she asked for space. and i gave that to her. it's almost 4 months since the break up and i think it's enough time and i can finally be honest with you." jaemin suddenly took your hands and you let him because you're still agape at the words that are coming out of his mouth.

"and i just want to tell you that i love you, yn. not just in a way a bestfriend would love his bestfriend, but in a way a person loves his lover. the kind of love you say to the person you want to kiss or to the person you want to spend a long period of time with; and you know act like those old married couples. i mean we're still young, so i can only hope. but i love you with all my heart, it's not much but i just want you to know. i think i've waited long enough, i want to say that to you no matter what the repercussion will be. but maybe don't cut me off your life, please, if you know, if you'll say no and all. i mean i love you, but i still want to be your friend... and lover. i'm blabbing, but i love you, been loving you since before i've gotten to know what love is about. yeah, i think that's all, i mean i messed up my speech but that's what most part of my speech so, yeah, i love you, park yn." jaemin is shaking as he held your hands, it felt sweaty but you didn't mind. how can you? when the person you've been loving since forever is also in love with you?

"you can say something now, yn" jaemin said while fidgeting his hands which is still holding yours.

"oh, yeah, okay. i could do that. say something." jaemin laughed and ruffled your hair.

"you really do know how to make me smile and calm."

"well, you're not making me calm right now, nana." you said with a pout, not intentionally though, but Jaemin still smiled because he finds it endearing.

"you really didn't know that i like you?"

"nope, i had zero clues. every time hyuck or yeji says something about you liking me i would automatically refute it as defense mechanism, i guess. i mean why would you like me? i'm me, nothing special about me."

"okay first of all, that's no way to talk about yourself or to the girl i love. second, you're beautiful inside and out, and i would still say this if i'm not your bestfriend or admirer. you're kind, you're friendly with people, and you've always been patient and forgiving, even to those who don't deserve it. you're amazing, yn; if i could let you borrow my eyes so that you could see yourself on my end, you'd see how awesome you are." jaemin said with eyes full of intensity, wanting to make sure it'll be absorbed by your system, and surprisingly it did, not because you fully believe it, but because it was jaemin. jaemin could be a lot of things, but never a liar.

"well, geez nana. you're making me blush! i never knew today is yn's appreciation day. but before i reply to your grand speech, i also need to say something to you. so i'd appreciate it if you'd listen to me first before saying anything. is that cool?"

"okay? you're making me nervous. but of course i'd keep my mouth shut until you're done." jaemin gave you a reassuring nod signalling for you to go ahead; you took a deep breath and collected your thoughts before starting. here goes nothing.

"na jaemin, you might not know this, but you are an idiot. but worry not, because guess what, i am too! after your confession, i've finally realised we've become best friends because damn, we are both fucking clowns. i don't know if you know this, but i like you a lot! i've always liked you since when we were younger, of course no one would put colours to it because we were so young then. but i've always preferred to be with you than hyuck, like in games and stuff. i thought maybe it was just because me and hyuck are really competitive with each other, and yeji would ask me to let her be paired with hyuck, i didn't mind of course, after all that means i'll get to be with you. i don't know if it was the last year of middle school or early freshmen when i realised that i really like you, not just the like you have for your friends, but a different type of like where i also wanted for you to like me back. but again, we've already established that we are idiots, but now i guess we can also establish that we are both huge fucking cowards. on my end, i was insecure, i didn't think much of myself; and you were already gorgeous when we started highschool, i was like, "damn where did that ugly nana go?" but of course, that's just me clowning myself, you've always been handsome in my eyes, even when at times hyuck would really say you're ugly. i guess when they said that, "love is not blind, but it doesn't mind", i find myself agreeing to it. so now we can fast forward to the time i realised i will never have a chance with you. i was too afraid to confess or risk our friendship, so i decided to take a chance on mark. i mean, who doesn't like mark? when mark lee gives you attention, how do you turn that down? i was in bliss when he told me he likes me, enough to momentarily forget about you. and of course, it worked. mark was almost perfect... but just as things are finally going well, of course, fate decides to fuck it up, you know? because damn, we broke up just few days after he started Uni. you were there again, even if you and lia are still already together. but believe me when i say this nana, i was happy for you and lia when you got together. i realised that maybe, we're not made for each other, at least not in the way i used to hope. but then you also broke up, and that's when i started panicking. because what if i'd end up liking you again, because sure i was able to bury my feelings for you before, because mark was there, but this time he's not. and then i saw myself go thru that process again, liking you secretly... but this time never pining for us to be together; because we now have lia in the picture and she's my bestfriend." you gave out a sad smile which jaemin notices so he held your hand tighter.

"and frankly, i never wanted to confess. i thought, it'd just die down or something. i only have to wait until we start uni. but a twist happened, a variable i never expected to show up. somebody found out about my feelings for you, somebody i don't know, and surely i can't trust. i thought it was just hyuck pranking me, but hyuck would never play me like that, he knew about my feelings for you the longest just like how i knew about his feelings for yeji. this stalker told me i need to confess to you and to lia that i like you or he would post that wish i hang in the wish tree downtown every christmas. it was me, uhh... wishing for the one i love to be happy, and i wrote your name. they took a pic of it apparently, and you'd know my handwriting, lia would know too. so i told him, i'd do it, but only during the festival. and a lot has happened before this day nana, it was like almost two months that i experienced scenarios that would only pass my mind at like 3 am, i never thought those type of scenarios would happen to me." and that's when you thought of jeno, jeno who was never part of your life two months ago, and now he has occupied a huge chunk in your mind, especially after that kiss.

"and this people, do they go by the name of jeno?"

you nodded.

"i still like you a lot, nana. i guess, i'll always do. but, it'll be unfair to you if i just say yes to whatever you're proposinh when i'm thinking of other people."

"i want you to be girlfriend, yn. but seeing that you are still trying to figure out your feelings, i'll wait; this time i will patiently wait until you make your decision. it might take a long time, you might end up not choosing me, but i'll wait. don't get stress over this though. you already made me happy by telling me you like me, i mean not as full as it was before, but i still have a chance, and i'll work hard to deserve your feelings."

"i'm sorry. i don't know yet what my feelings are for jeno, but he, i don't know, crawled his way into my mind. i used to hate him, but when i've gotten to know him, he's actually not bad. he's a big idiot too, and maybe i like his presence because just like mark, he makes me not think of you. i was so keen on forgetting my feelings for you that i didn't imagine this moment would even come. if i have known in my first year of highschool that a na jaemin would confess to me in my last year in highschool during the school's festival, i think would've waited. but at the same, i really don't regret the things that happened when we decided to look at other people, nana. i hope you don't too. i've met mark, you've met lia; and yet we're still bestfriends, that's how strong our relationship is. i'm not sure what you're asking of me, but i don't think i'd offer you a half full cup, you deserve more than that."

jaemin is smiling at you patiently but you can't help but notice the sudden gloom in his eyes.

"jaemin, i love you, a lot. as a bestfriend and as a person in general. but i don't want to hurt you."

"love will hurt anyway, remember how john green said something about you don't have a choice if you get hurt in this world, but you have a choice on who can hurt you. and my choice is you, yn. whether, you choose me or someone else, i'd still be your bestfriend. all i ask is a chance to prove myself to you. just a little chance, yn, and i'll be the happiest man in the world."

you stared at your bestfriend who's looking at you with his big puppy eyes; you still can't believe that this person loves you. how many nights did you spend dreaming about this day to come?

"okay."

"what do you mean okay, yn? okay you're giving me a chance? okay, you're fine if we'd still be bestfriends no matter what your choice may be?" jaemin is now standing up looking at you with a glint of hope.

"to everything you said, nana. i'll give you a chance, i don't know what the coming days hold, but let's see. but i also have to tell jeno of my idk, feelings, just so i can fully start being honest with myself and to you."

"that's fine by me. as long as you're honest, as long as you're happy, i will be too, no matter what."

"thanks for understanding me, nana. this would've been easier if we're not a bunch of insensitive cowards."

"true, but at least now we've become aware that it was the two of us." you both end up laughing thinking about it when jaemin stopped and suddenly become serious.

"is it okay if we hug? i just feel a strong urge to hug you right now."

you didn't trust your voice to reply, because you might end up crying. so you nodded your head before jaemin pulled you and enveloped you in a warm hug.

"i know you're overwhelmed right now, baby. you're probably having a rush of different realisation right now. but it'll get better, take all the time you need, i'll still be in the end of tunnel holding a lamp for you. you're yn, and yn always strive against adversity in the end."

you didn't realise you were sobbing in jaemin's chest until you had to laugh at his speech and your snot almost come out.

"you'd make a good leader nana, i didn't even know you know the word adversity. but still, thank you. you're still my main bitch, hyuck will always be a side hoe."

"i don't know if i should be honored to be called bitch, but i guess thank you for making me that bitch."

you smiled in nana's chest because he just gave you the assurance you needed; that whatever happens, you'd still be friends.

you looked at jaemin and he nodded.

you're still hugging each other when you heard familiar voices not so far away from your area.

it was jeno, and lia.

a twist in my story | part xl

~~wherein a text message from an unknown number became the twist in your story~~

[an: sorry for grammar errors, spellings, and other mistakes you might have seen along the way // but i believe in you, you'll get it 😉❤️ thank you ]

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mochikeiji · 4 years

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Undying Tulip

↠ Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji

↠ Warning: Florist Akaashi! Tattoo/Punk Bokuto! Future AU, fluff

↬ Word Count: 2,521

Summary: Keiji's mother was always a lovely woman. She would indulge her son with her own interest that Keiji finds suiting for his own liking. During his childhood, his mother had introduced him to different varieties of flowers from her small flower shop, one being her favorite, she explained to the young boy why. As he grows up, her small story always embedded in his mind, has led him straight to where he was suppose to be.

⇢ Day 3: Florist AU! Tattoo/Punk Bokuto, Future AU. Fluff (slight Soulmate AU) @bokuakaweek2020

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If anyone were to know about the two mother and son was that both enjoyed serene related stuff. Having to own a mini but worthy flower shop named, Fukurō Florist, the two of them would spend their quality time with each other reading books.

This one particular time, little Keiji couldn't help but get a glint of interest in his eyes to see his mother read the same book everyday behind the counter as they waited for upcoming costumers.

"Mom." he called out from his spot on the small chair beside his mother. He hears her hum gently as she places a soft palm on the crown of his head, smoothing down the baby hairs that were standing.

"What's that book you always read?" pointing at the soft vintage colored book, he leans himself on his mothers lap, trying to get a look at ome of the page with big wondering eyes. Keiji was very expressive when he was around his mother, that's only because she was the only person he trusted with his emotions that time.

Giggling softly at her adorable son's innocence, she pulls him up with ease and settles him on her lap with the book now held infront of him.

"Well, it's not really those literature books that you read, Kei. You might find this one boring." observing her son carefully for a sign of any disinterest, Keiji only shook his head and grabs the book from his mother's grasp to read on his own.

"No, it's no problem. I was interested in this for a while now."

"Oh? Why so?"

Not noticing the way his eyes brighten from a certain page, Keiji immediately but carefully looks up to his mother with a wondering smile, "This mom," he points at the red picture, "This is so pretty. What's it called?"

Keiji's mother leans in her head forward to scan the flower from her book that Keiji was referring to. When she does, she smiles at the familiar like feeling bubbling up her chest.

"Oh, you're interested because of the Tulip?" said with a teasing tone as Keiji read the description of the flower with full on concentration.

"Tulip?" tilting his head, he looks at his mother for an explanation. By that, he was gently let down, still holding the book as he follows his mother on the side of her flower pots. She grabs one small pot that had a red ribbon tied around it and knelt down to his level.

"This is a Red Tulip," she glances down at the picture from the book to show him that it was the same, "Pretty isn't it?" Keiji gawks at the small, rose looking flower. Usually, other children would say why it looks boring or bland or small, but Keiji being the same as his mother, always full of curiosity, is easily amazed.

"It's my favorite flower, you know." his eyes left the flower, meeting his own mother's twinkling orbs, "This was the flower your father had given me when we were in college." reminiscing the time when she was a carefree woman who fell inlove with the man who was a splitting image as her son.

"But aren't roses common to give when you love someone, mom?" Keiji pounders, reviewing one page about the rose from the book. Not only that but whenever February came around, him being observant, he remembers numerous amount of people coming to their shop mostly for Roses during valentines.

"Roses are most common, you're right. But did you know Red Tulips have a secret meaning not everyone knew about?" placing the flower down on the ground, he observes the top of the flower. It was close to looking like a rose, he thought, but the tulip seemed more close from its top rather than rose, which has open petals.

"It doesn't say anything in the book, mom." He flips back to the Tulip's page, looking for something that might've related to his mother's words. He hears her chuckle, her hands placing above his and lowers the book down so he would look at her.

"Not everything is written in a book, sweetie. This one came from your father." his father was a busy man, but even so, he was a gentleman. Like Keiji, he was always lacking facial expressions, always quiet yet always gets things done on his own. But when it came to his family, his wife, he was the most lovestruck person he has ever witnessed and wonders to himself, "How can a person be so inlove?" despite being at a young age.

"When he gave me the same Red Tulip as this, I asked him why a Tulip and not a Rose," pausing, she looks at Keiji for permission to continue, he nods, "He told me that Red Tulips are unique, not everyone can appreciate something that isn't common to the world." each word his mother said, he was listening intently.

"Red Tulips, to him, it meant as a symbol. Undying Love, Passion."

Keiji looks down at the flower once more, seeing his own eyes twinkle just like his mother's meant he too was also struck by the story and his father's past words to his mother.

"And then he told me, like a Red Tulip, my love for you is undying. Even as the flower wilts, the Tulip will forever be the same as it was. Undying." he hears her sigh in daze, awestruck once more with her heart beating like the teenage girl she was before who was madly inlove with someone.

"Hmm...I kinda don't get it, mom." Keiji sneaks his way into his mother's arms, automatically wrapping themselves on his small body, "He said the flower died so how come its undying then?" looking up to his mother with a small hint of frustration lacing his voice, she could only let out a laugh at how innocent the tiny boy was and pats his head in affection.

"When you grow up, Keiji. There will be someone out there to show you what it means."

And thus leads to him taking over the Fukurō Florist when he reached college. Being the kind mam he was, he had pursued his mother to take a break from the shop and let him take over to help out with his families business. It wasn't as hectic as it sounds, Akaashi manages to finish the job and his studies without having trouble with his own health.

He was happy to have a part-time job experience already and won't have trouble finding one, the thing he needed to maintain was the main Flower Shop and make sure it was well known throughout Tokyo.

The only cons he thought to himself was whenever he works, there isn't a day that goes by without a courageous costumer pinning over him and asking for his number. His mother did say entertain the costumers for more service, so he gives out fake numbers. Resourceful, he thinks.

Since today was a slow day, he finds himself seated in the same spit his mother would use to sit with him on her lap as a child. Now owning the shop to his own, Akaashi pulls out once again the white, thick book from beneath the table. Flipping through the pages of varieties of plants and flowers and scanning for them if they had some left for the shop. He hums in peace, smiling softly at the corner filled with bright, yellow sunflowers standing proudly. He recalls a little girl coming over with her father for their little date, and he couldn't resist the adorable little one and gave her two sunflowers for free.

If anyone were to see him do such act, they would've shamelessly flirt with Akaashi for the entire day until he locks up. And he does not want to be stuck in the shop with a person who keeps talking their way to his pants.

The small bell from their door jingles, halting his eyes from his book and looking up to greet the new comer. But no words came out of his mouth when he saw what the guy looked like.

His hair had an odd but surprisingly good shade of silver/black hair. His ears had a lot of piercings that were silver, making his golden eyes shine brighter than anything in his features. Eyes lowering a bit to see his attire, he wore a fitted black, long sleeve. Akaashi swore his breath hitched at the sight of his chest popping out of his clothing. How did that manage to fit him?

Guys who usually looked like this meant trouble, but Akaashi wasn't one to judge someone by appearance. To him, he was down right attractive.

Meanwhile, the man who was named Bokuto Koutarou was in need of flowers for his mother. The struggle was all flower shops he goes into to, the owners would ask him to leave as though they thought he'd cause trouble by the way he looks.

They didn't even know what a big baby he is.

If others were to be in the same store as he is right now, they'd think he was seething in anger as he stares at the pot of plants when in reality he was pouting in sadness. His golden eyes quickly shift their gaze to the cashier, he caught Akaashi's wondering eyes for a second before jolting slightly and looked down on his book.

"He seems kinda cute." Bokuto smiles fondly. Akaashi on the other hand gulped when he saw his lips curl upwards, he can feel his entire body shake but not in fear. And for once, he so badly wanted to talk to him.

And faith played right into his hands when Bokuto came up to him.

"Uh, I'm sorry but," he scratches the back of his head in embarrassment, "I don't mean to distract you or anything, it's just, I've wanted to ask if you have any more flowers I could see?"

Akaashi's face blooms into a soft shade of pink, "No, no, I wasn't no— you're my costumer, you have the rights to call me," quickly getting of his post, Akaashi moves away from the cashier and goes in front of Bokuto, "Please uh, follow me." he leads Bokuto to the other side of the shop. Sicne years have passed, his mother and father managed to upgrade their store a little bigger. Able to add a garden behind where they could grow fresh plants and flowers.

Bokuto was in deep thought the moment Akaashi was up close, "Holy shit, he's cute up close." he thoughts as he coughs in a form of distracting himself from blushing.

"Here, these are the freshly grown ones." Akaashi kneels down on the soil that held a row of flowers, "It isn't much, but I hope you can choose your pick here, sir."

Bokuto snaps from his gaze when he was addressed too formally, "A-ah , no, you can call me Bokuto. I don't really like formalities.." he looks away when Akaashi stares at him in awestruck.

"U-understood," he gulps, "Bokuto." standing up, he dusts his knees neatly before leaving the owl haired male, "I will be back here if you are done. Please take your time." and left.

Bokuto didn't feel himself breath after Akaashi left. The way his name rolled from his tongue sounded so right it made his heart clench. Shaking his head, he brings up both of his palms to his cheeks to slap himself, "Calm yourself." and sighs before reviewing the rows of flowers.

Still, he wanted to know his name.

It had been 30 minutes since Akaashi left the guy named Bokuto behind the garden. Unable to shake off the fact that he allowed him, a complete stranger to use his name so casually. His cheeks were flushed, his insides felt so light. Somehow part of him wishes that this person would stay a bit longer.

"Excuse me."

He jumps before hearing the screen door shut open to reveal Bokuto smiling adoringly at him, "Ah sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to scare ya—" now was his chance, "Mister?"

Akaashi gulps, "A-akaashi."

He grins, hiding his giddy self, "Nice name you got there." he compliments, "Nice face too.." he thoughts, "Oh, um, here. I've already picked out the ones I was looking for." with care, he raises his hand that held 5 Red Tulips, fresh and healthy.

Akaashi's eyes widened a little, before grasping them out of Bokuto's hold, "I'll wrap this for you." bringing up the flowers to hide his flustered face, he sprints his way back to his post, bringing out an aesthetic paper and red ribbon to wrap the flowers neatly.

In doig so, Bokuto couldn't help but watch him. He notices how shaky his hands were unable to even tie the ribbon, "Here, let me." moving forward, he moves his hand away, much to Akaashi's surprise and dismay, he allows him and breathes softly. What caught his eye was his rolled up sleeved that showed a familiar tattoo.

"Is that?"

Bokuto hums, following the direction where his eyes were looking and smiles softly, "Yeah, it's pretty girly if you look at it." he chuckles, "But my mother told me something about this that made me want to tattoo it to myself when I was a kid."

Akaashi looks at Bokuto in wonder, silently asking him to continue with a pounding heart, "She said that this meant: Undying Love. That even if it wilts, its still the same. Love is undying."

It made sense now.

"Even as the flower wilts, the Tulip will forever be the same as it was. Undying."

His heart was fleeting. The thought of someone else knowing about his father's words, the reason his mother had found love in the first place made his entire world brighter.

He doesn't notice Bokuto finishing up the bundle of flowers until he looks down, "That's why I bought Red Tulips today, mother loves them, and since its her birthday so I might as well give her these." he says grinning. He looked far from intimidating. He was like a beaming child.

He sees a paper of cash silde down at his palm, "Well, I better get going. I wouldn't wanna be a hindrance or anything," chuckling lightly, he grabs the budle of flowers with care, "It was nice talking to you, Akaashi. I hope we could talk again sometime."

Just as Bokuto was about to walk away, Akaashi snaps from his daze, bringing his fist down, he raises his voice,

"W-would you like to grab a coffee sometime?!"

Bokuto looks back with wide eyes and Akaashi who had his face bright red and was sweating buckets.

That came out loudly.

"I-I'm sorry—"

"What time?"

Akaashi opens his eye to see Bokuto back in front of him, hand out as if he was asking for something.

"Lend me your phone number, I'll give you a call tomorrow."

"When you grow up, Keiji. There will be someone out there to show you what it means."

Mother, it's just as you said.

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Tsundere BTS! In Love With The Best Friend Part Two

So you can find the first part in the masterlist in my bio. It was hella angst and I thought I'll just leave it at that. But recently, someone asked me if I was doing a part two and I couldn't say no. Cause I'm a sucker for happy endings so... LET'S GET IT?!

Kim Seokjin:

Jin's legs automatically took him towards you, his eyes staring at you with guilt and relief, all at the same time. You were sat under a tree with a notebook in your lap, scribbling furiously in it. It had been a week since he last spoke to you, the bitter memory bringing immense pain to his heart. He had continuously ignored you since that night, not even glancing at you in the classroom. But he figured it was too much. Especially after he heard rumours of your breakup. He assumed that they were just stupid and fake rumours but when he saw you all alone in the cafeteria one day, he knew he was wrong. Gathering all his courage and throwing all his anger out of the window, he decided that he needed to be there for you, no matter what.

Jin quietly sat down beside you, pursing his lips when he saw you stealing glances at him. Your body language was pretty clear. You didn't wanna talk to him. He sighed and nudged you. "Y/N?"

You shifted a little away from him, not even daring to look at his face. A pang of guilt washed over Jin, his eyes wandering around the huge yard in front of the university where he studied with you. With a deep breath, he gently held your arm and leaned closer to you.

"Y/N. Talk to me, please. I know what I did was wrong but you have to talk to me. I can't fix this if you don't."

You clenched your jaw and yanked your hand away from him.

The audacity.

You quickly shoved your books in your bag and zipped it shut, standing up to leave. But Jin was persistent. He didn't like the way he left things with you. No matter how much he loved you, he was your best friend since forever.

"Walking away from me isn't gonna help-"

"And you're the one saying that? Are you kidding me right now?!" You snapped, glaring at Jin with your bloodshot eyes. Jin's lips parted as he took in your face. You looked so broken. All because of him.

"You're the one who walked away, Jin. Not me. You didn't even let me tell you that I love you too. Probably more than you do. You just...you just left me alone. When I needed you." You said, your voice cracking as you muttered the three words that were supposed to make everyone's heart flutter. And they did make Jin's heart flutter. He wanted to slap himself for treating you like that. He was ashamed of himself. Even after hearing what he always wanted to hear, he was unable to reply to you. And that made you scoff. You shook your head and let out a bitter chuckle, turning on your heel to walk away from him for good.

"I love you more than you know. And I want you to stay so that I can make it right. Will you stay?"

There he was. The Kim Seokjin that you knew. Always so straightforward. You turned around to face him with slightly widened eyes. You both knew that your relationship had missed a chance and if it happened again, it would turn into a lifelong regret. You bit your lip and glanced at the grass beneath your feet, your fingers fiddling with the strap of your bag.

"I don't-"

His lips immediately pressed against yours. It took everything in him to do this but Jin knew that you were a sucker for PDA. He wanted to get used to it for you. Your eyes remained closed after he pulled away, his soft breathing fanning your face as your heart thumped loudly.

"I'll stay."

Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon glanced at your blank face, wondering what was going through your mind. You had been awfully quiet since the morning, and it didn't suit you at all. Namjoon had probably asked you a hundred times but you shrugged it off, like it was nothing. But he knew better. If something was bothering you then it had to be important.

It was your weekly movie night with Namjoon but all you could think about was how you made a fool of yourself the night before. It irked you and you really wanted to ask him why he didn't mention it.

That's because he doesn't feel the same way.

"Y/N, this is getting annoying. Can you please just-"

"Why don't you love me?"

The words escaped your mouth and surprisingly, you felt no regrets. Namjoon's eyebrows raised at you in question, clearly confused by your sudden mood. You were so in your head that you hadn't even noticed the tear that had fallen down your cheek. You whipped your head towards him, your arms crossed before your chest.

"Why didn't you tell me that I confessed to you last night? It's probably because you don't love me back but please, Namjoon, I need you to tell me that before I lose my mind." You begged, your voice cracking as more tears cascaded down your cheeks. Namjoon was dumbfounded. How did you know? Unless you weren't drunk.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. So it wasn't just your drunk words. You really meant it. Namjoon's heart did a little flip and he wondered if this was normal.

"I thought you were drunk." He stated, opening his eyes again to see you crying and wiping your nose. You shook your head while attempting to calm yourself down. Why the fuck were you crying?

Namjoon gulped and willed himself to hug you. You needed it, even though he didn't know why. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his chest, your gasp making him wince.

"Is this okay?" He asked, placing his chin on your head. You chuckled and nodded, wrapping your arms around his waist. Namjoon smiled at the warmth that was spreading through his chest. It felt too nice and he wanted to stay like this forever. He cleared his throat and rubbed your back, mentally cheering himself up to finally let out everything that he wanted to say.

"I was scared that you were saying that just because you were drunk. It's not that I don't...you know...want you more than a best friend. I just didn't think I stood a chance. You're just..way too good for me."

You immediately pulled away and gave him a look of disbelief, lightly hitting his shoulder. Namjoon frowned and tilted his head. Did he say something wrong?

"You made me cry and-fuck, Namjoon. I was so scared that you didn't love me back." You shook your head, wiping away the remaining tears. You looked at your best friend who was sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck and grabbed his collar before placing your lips on his. Namjoon's eyes widened but he relaxed as you moved your lips against his. His eyes closed and his hands moved to your waist, kissing you back. You pulled away eventually and rested your forehead against his.

Namjoon grinned at you, making you smiled.

"Can we do that, like…. again and again?"

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi stormed into the house he shared with you, his heart pounding. But not because of any positive feelings. He had met your friend for a date he had planned, only to find out that you had told her about your feelings for Yoongi. For a second, Yoongi had thought that maybe it was all true. But then he realised that maybe you were just fooling around. Because how did you suddenly develop feelings for Yoongi on the very day that he had his date?

"Y/N!" He called out, entering the living room where you were sitting on the couch. You winced and stood up, putting on a fake smile as you turned to face your best friend. "Hey yoongs, you're back-"

"What the fuck did you do? Why did you lie to Jaehee about you having some kind of feelings for me?" He asked, gritting his teeth.

You gulped, a bit surprised at how angry he was. Because Yoongi had never raised his voice at you before. You bit your lip and looked down at the floor, not knowing if you should just tell him the truth or not. Judging from the way he reacted, he clearly was looking forward to this date. And you ruined it.

"Cat got your tongue? It's okay, I'll tell you why you did it. You did it because you just couldn't take it anymore, could you? You couldn't see me happy and moving on with my life because for once, I wasn't giving you enough attention. For once, I wasn't here to see you cry after another guy stood you-"

You narrowed your eyes at him in disbelief, your heart aching as tears pricked your eyes. But you couldn't take it anymore. You couldn't hear his bullshit anymore.

"Fuck you, Yoongi. Fuck you! This is what you assumed? After years of knowing me, you think I only wanted your attention? You didn't even think that maybe I didn't lie to Jaehee? That maybe I really did feel something for you. I fucking get it that you won't ever feel like that towards me but you don't get to stand there and say crap about me whilst I stand here, crying over you going off with a girl who isn't me!"

Your sobs filled the room as you covered your face, your chest heaving as you gasped occasionally. Yoongi swallowed thickly and fixed his eyes on the floor. He wasn't expecting this at all. He felt really stupid for saying those things but he was angry. Angry at you for making him feel like you didn't care. But he was wrong. And now he knew that.

As your cries died down, you sniffled and wiped your face, getting ready to go into your room and lock yourself.

"I love you. This date didn't mean anything to me." Your eyes widened slightly as you gaped at Yoongi, his dark eyes watching you, begging you for forgiveness. Your lack of response made him move closer to you as he continued.

"I shouldn't have said any of that stuff. But you can't blame me for being mad at you, Y/N. I watched you pick all those guys, not even giving me a second glance. What was I supposed to think?" He said, hesitantly moving his hand towards your cheek. This was the first time you were seeing Yoongi being so expressive. He had never even held your hand properly, always keeping his warm side locked up in a closet.

"I was scared I'd lose you if I said anything."

Yoongi shook his head and pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms firmly around you. He rocked you side to side, burying his face in your neck.

"We're both idiots for assuming shit. Lesson learned. But I think I love you more. Not that this is a competition or anything."

Jung Hoseok:

"Hoseok…"

The young man turned around on hearing his name, his eyes widening on seeing your face as he clutched the umbrella tightly. Rain poured over you, drenching you from head to toe but nothing could hide the fact that you were crying. It had been days since you had been trying to search for Hoseok, not once getting any hint. No one ever opened the door when you rang the bell, no one ever picked up the phone when you called him and no one ever responded to your messages. Your life had become a mess but you didn't wanna give up until Hoseok told you why he was so mad at you.

"Y/N ...what are you doing here?" Hoseok said over the rain, taking a step closer to you. Something inside you broke on hearing his voice and you threw yourself in his arms, not caring that you were completely wet. Hoseok gasped softly at the sudden contact but he eventually wrapped an arm around you, holding the umbrella over both of your heads. You sobbed into his chest, making him confused and sad. Who hurt you?

The thought made him angry. Hell, he knew he shouldn't have left you like that. It was too cruel. "What's wrong? Did someone hurt you? You shouldn't be out in the rain like this, you'll get sick." He softly scolded, feeling his clothes becoming damp and sticking to his skin. You abruptly stopped crying and pulled away, your teary eyes glaring at him with whatever emotions you could gather.

"'What's wrong?' Are you really asking me that? Where have you been? I have been looking for you day and night! You never responded to my calls either. I was so-"

"Why were you looking for me?" You stopped ranting, gaping at his sudden question. And suddenly, the realisation hit you too. Why were you looking for him?

To confess. To tell him that you needed him by your side. And you had to let him know before things escalated again. You took in a deep shaky breath and clenched your fists.

"I was looking for you because I wanted to tell you that...I love you. And I need you…"

Hoseok felt his heart beating faster. This was only something that he dreamed of.

"I don't know what I did to make you hate me but-"

"I don't hate you. I never can." He interrupted you, all his walls breaking down around him. You frowned at him, your confusion very evident. "Then why'd you leave?" You asked, not being able to understand anything. Hoseok closed his eyes and sighed. Cause he was a fucking fool.

"Misunderstandings do that, I guess. When you said you liked someone…"

"I was talking about you." You stated, slowly getting hold of the situation. Hoseok nodded, finally giving you a small smile before stepping forward and cupping your cheek. He rested his forehead against yours and looked at you like you were his everything. Your cheeks warmed up and you bit your lip, blushing harder when he kissed your forehead. "I love you."

You sneezed in response, earning a laugh from him as he held your hand and started leading you towards his apartment.

"Can't have you catching a cold now, can we? I don't find the idea of cuddling your sick self very appealing."

Park Jimin:

At first when Jimin saw you at the bar, he thought it was just his mind playing tricks. You were supposed to be on your date. But when he heard your voice, whining and complaining to the bartender about something, he understood that it was indeed, you. He excused himself from his group of friends, who understandingly nodded at him on spotting you.

"Am I that ugly? Or am I too clingy? Do I really-"

"Y/N, what the fuck are you doing here?"

You flinched and turned around to see Jimin glaring at you. He hated it when you got yourself drunk. It never ended well but thankfully, he saw you before you could even get started. You had tears running down your cheeks and a pout on your red lips, your lilac velvet dress making you look like you definitely belonged in the club. You narrowed your eyes at him and clenched your jaw. "What is it to you?"

Jimin wasn't liking your attitude at all. He gritted his teeth and rushed closer to you, holding your arm in a firm grip.

"It's everything to me. Now come on, I'm taking you home." He said, dragging you outside and ignoring your protests. Just as he reached his car, you yanked your arm away from him, your eyes watering as you pouted, an indication that you were going to cry. Strangely, Jimin found it beyond adorable. You just looked so sad that he wanted to hide you in his arms forever. Too bad you were going on dates with people who weren't him.

"Are you going to cry?" He asked, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. He leaned against his car, hoping to just get over with the night before he ended up kissing you. You were just insanely beautiful.

You shook your head furiously at first before changing your mind and nodding. Jimin bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling at you. His heart was already doing things to make him flustered. He sighed and opened the passenger door of the car, nudging his head for you to get in. You broke down into tears all of a sudden and ended up going to hug him. Jimin frowned, his heart doing that weird fuzzy thing. You continued to cry in his arms, holding the collar of his black shirt and gasping occasionally.

"Y/N, why are you crying?" Jimin asked, awkwardly wrapping his arms around you. If anything, he was the one who should have been crying. But now that Jimin thought about it, maybe your date stood you up or something? That's why you were at the club, right?

"Because you don't wanna go out with me." You hiccuped, clutching his collar harder. Jimin closed his eyes and sighed. "Y/N I told you-"

It was rather ironic. You were like an open book. Everyone knew everything about you but you always managed to be so unpredictable. Because the next thing Jimin knew, your lips were pressed against his. He was shocked but this was what he wanted. So he gave in, cupping your wet cheeks and kissing you like he meant it. Because he did.

"The date was supposed to be between you and me, you idiot." You mumbled against his lips, whining when he pulled away and looked at you with a deep frown. And that's when everything hit him. Of course. Of course, he didn't know. Cause he didn't let you speak. Jimin shook his head, leaning his forehead against yours and mumbling a string of apologies. You giggled, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips that made him smile. He wiped away your tears and intertwined your hands.

"How about I take you on a date right now? You can blast music on the speakers and sing at the top of your lungs with the windows down even if it's embarrassing."

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung ran up the stairs, his breathing heavy and his heart panicking. He could feel the fear coursing through his veins. The fear of losing you so far that he won't ever see you again. It had been two weeks since that terrible terrible night and Taehyung refused to talk to you. But it wasn't his fault. He was only trying to keep his distance so that he wouldn't fall for you further.

He was working his shift at the local theatre in town where you worked with him. It was time to close when you walked up to him and handed him a small piece of paper before rushing towards the roof. Taehyung frowned and looked at your disappearing back before glancing at the paper.

"I'm sorry for everything, Tae. I mean it."

And within seconds, his feet were taking him up to the roof. He had a very bad feeling about this. He should have just talked everything out with you. He was a fucking idiot.

Taehyung pushed the door open, his heart lurching to his throat on seeing you sitting on the ledge.

"Y/N!" He yelled and ran to you, grabbing your arm and lifting you up. You yelped and hissed, surprised at Taehyung's actions.

"Have you lost your mind?! What were you thinking?" He scolded you, your frown deepening on hearing him. You glanced at the ledge and you realised that Taehyung had got the wrong idea. You let out a chuckle.

"No matter how sad I am, I am not gonna jump off a small building which is gonna do nothing but break my bones." You said, making him sigh in relief. Taehyung pinched the bridge of his nose, taking deep breaths to keep himself from lashing out on you. With a cold gaze, he turned to you, handing you the paper you had given him.

"Explain this." He said, crossing his arms over his chest. You were conflicted on what to say because for all you knew, Taehyung could walk away without listening to you if you gave him a stupid explanation.

"I broke up with him." You said, biting your lip and glancing at your shoes. A wince took over when you heard Taehyung groan in frustration. He felt guilty, all of a sudden. "Y/N, what I said that night, I didn't mean to meddle-"

"Maybe I want you to meddle. You know, I was stupid enough to not realize how I felt but my ex did. Actually, he broke up with me after telling me that I couldn't love anyone as much as I loved you."

Taehyung stood speechless, absolutely not expecting this from you. All this time, he had been trying to hate you for making him feel things. His heart ached after hearing your answer that night but now, he couldn't have asked for more. Your breath hitched when Taehyung moved closer to you and cupped your cheek, his warm hand providing you relief on this cold night. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, Taehyung's eyes trained on your lips. "Can I kiss you?" He asked, a soft whisper fading into the breeze as his breath fanned your face. You didn't open your eyes, simply nodding at him to do as he pleased. His soft lips pressed against yours, breathing you in and sending you into a daze. The kiss was sweet and short, your lips aching for more after he pulled away. "I'm not saying I wanna kiss you again but-"

You rolled your eyes at his attempt to redeem his personality.

"Shut up." You mumbled and pulled him in for another kiss, savoring the way he tasted.

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook leaned on the front door, his back facing you as his chest heaved. He was trying his best to not be angry but you had messed him up by bringing Trevor home. Not even a week had passed and you were already trying to rile him up. Of course, Jungkook was still in love with you. You can't just lose your feelings so quickly. So he went and kicked Trevor out before that fuckboy could get his hands on you. And now you stood with your arms crossed, waiting for Jungkook to give you an explanation.

"I thought you didn't care." You mocked, giving him a taste of his own words. Jungkook sighed, slowly turning around to give you the coldest glare possible.

"I don't. But this is my house too. And he's not welcome here." Jungkook replied, breaking your heart. You hated Jungkook for acting like he didn't have any emotions. He always covered everything up, making you feel like you were friends with a robot. How you fell for him was beyond you. You narrowed your eyes at him, slowly nodding.

"Alright then. I'll just go over to his house since you don't care." You declared, walking straight past him to leave the house. You didn't actually wanna leave, you just wanted Jungkook to break his walls down. Your attitude was making things worse and Jungkook swore he hadn't felt this angry before. He gripped your wrist firmly, preventing you from walking out on him. You almost smiled at your accomplishment but it wasn't over yet.

"Let me go." You demanded, trying to pry his fingers off your skin. Jungkook only tightened his hold in response, shaking his head stiffly. You scoffed before turning to him and holding his hand with your other one, pushing it away with all your might. "I said let me go, Jungkook. You said you don't fucking care so let me go and get laid. What is it to you anyway?" You provoked him, getting excited on seeing his jaw clench. With one harsh tug, you were tumbling into his arms. Jungkook's piercing gaze made you shiver but you had to ask.

"Why do you love me?"

Jungkook pursed his lips, unable to bring himself to answer you. How could he answer that question anyway? There were too many things. When he didn't respond, you continued your interrogation, your voice dripping with desperation and confusion.

"You're Jeon Jungkook. And I'm just another girl who people don't really know. You have all these girls who want you-"

"And I want you."

Jungkook confessed, mirroring your confusion. He didn't think you thought about yourself so lowly. In his eyes, you were the most interesting girl, never dressing to impress, never begging for attention. You were just you. And he loved you.

"All I want is for you to want me back. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you. Yeah maybe jumping into the fire is an exception. Also, I'm not sure I can hold your hand around-"

You shut him up by kissing his cheek before grinning at him. "I want you. And I want you to hold my hand in front of everyone. Because I'm yours." You said, leaning into his chest as he slowly grinned at you, his bunny like gesture making you swoon. He shook his head before hugging you.

"Fine. I'll make an exception for you."

This gif is so gorgeous.... anyway, please don't come @me. I know this imagine is not tsundere anymore but sorry. I kinda lost the flow and this was long time pending.

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The Southsider (pt. 10)

Sweet Pea x reader

Chapter Summary: Sweet Pea and y/n have to do the most awkward thing by far in their relationship; they have to go on a double date with Jughead and Betty.

Word Count: 2428

Chapter 1 • Chapter 9 • Chapter 11

You both got there and parked, seeing Betty and Jughead sitting across from each other at a booth. "You ready?" You asked.

"No." You said grumpily. "I won't even sit next to you."

"I know, but it's only one date. I'm sure it'll be fine." You took his hand and tried to walk in, but his hand yanked you back into him.

"No kiss?" He smiled slyly.

"Do you need one?" You joked.

"Yeah, we won't be sitting next to each other. That means I won't have my hands on you all night." He wrapped his hands around your waist.

"Oh no, poor baby." You put your hands on his cheeks, giving him a fake pout. "So touch starved." He frowned as you laughed. "I'm kidding, let's just go."

You slipped out of his hold and was pulled back again by your hand. "What-"

You were cut off as he kissed you deeply. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed his hands on your hips. He then pulled back to see you out of breath with swollen lips and flushed cheeks. He loved seeing you like this, because only he made you like this. "Okay, now we can go."

You smiled wildly, lightly smacking his chest. "They could've seen that!"

"So?"

"FP already doesn't like us together, what if they told him about it, or what if he's working right now?" You turned your head, body still against your boyfriend. You looked at the windows. "He could still be lurking."

Sweet Pea laughed, grabbing your hands and bringing them to his lips. "It'll be fine, now let's get this over with."

You both walked into the diner, about to go to Betty and Jughead before you were both startled by a voice right behind you. "Welcome." You both jumped and turned around to see FP smiling. "You kids have fun on your little date tonight."

Neither of you said anything, but hurriedly went to the booth. You both sat immediately. "Are you guys okay?" Betty said.

"Mhm." You said. "FP just might be planning to kill Sweet Pea, that's all."

"Drinks anybody?" FP said out of nowhere. All four of you jumped, you and Betty holding each other.

"Milkshakes." Jughead said, eyeing his dad. "You know what we like." Once he took the order and left, you all relaxed. "God, he's like the creepy old people from the Friday the 13th movies."

"So, Sweet Pea," Betty said. "What makes you like y/n?"

Sweet Pea was startled at the question. You automatically knew what was going on. "What's the bet?" You asked.

"Veronica said that there's no way I could get both of you flustered. I bet that I could." Betty said proudly.

"Nice try." You smiled.

"He hasn't answered the question." Betty smiled back.

Again, FP came out of nowhere. "Your milkshakes will be out shortly. Are we ready to order?" This time, Sweet Pea bumped his knee on the table. He gritted his teeth in pain.

"Combo #1." You said.

"I'll have the same." Betty said quietly.

"I'll have the #4 with extra pickles and extra fries, and add onion rings to that." Jughead said. You all have him a look. "What? I only ate chips for lunch."

"I'll have a #3 with extra fries."

FP wrote all of that down on a small notepad. "Extra fries, huh? You think that's a good idea for you?"

"What?" Jughead asked. He didn't like the way he was treating Sweet Pea when he was doing nothing wrong.

"No, nothing. The way a man eats says a lot about him though, right ladies?" He smiled.

You saw what he was doing, and you weren't going to let that happen. He wanted to make him snap. "Did you just make fun of your own son?" You asked.

"He said he only ate chips for lunch. What's his excuse?"

"I like to eat off of his fries. Isn't that just so sweet and thoughtful of him?" You innocently ask.

"That's pretty cheap if you ask me, but what do I know?" He mockingly laughed.

Sweet Pea was about to stand when you took his hand, stopping him. "He knows that I don't like to be bought, but it's the little things that make me happy. It's almost like he knows me better than you, wouldn't you say?"

You squeezed his hand and smiled cheekily. He squeezed back and fought back a smile. Jughead broke out into a tiny laugh, and Betty was fighting back laughter as well. "Your milkshakes will be ready soon." He said tightly.

You leaned forward, bringing Sweet Pea's hand to your lips, kissing his hand while remaining eye contact with FP. "Thanks." He left, and you let out a laugh. You looked at Betty. "I'm gonna get kicked out of the trailer." You began to laugh more.

"Well, I'll give you one thing y/n," Jughead said. "You got the balls to stand up to my dad." You smiled, putting your chin to rest on your hands and looking up, smiling. "Now, Sweet Pea, answer the question." He smiled as your faded. "I betted with Betty."

You huffed, looking at him expectantly. He cleared his throat. "Her personality makes me like her." You looked at her and smiled.

"And you y/n?"

"Everything about him. Next question."

"Sweet Pea, what's your favorite part of her body?"

Sweet Pea was flushed, but the bet was both of you. You couldn't give them the satisfaction. "Um, her waist."

"See-wait, my waist? Why my waist?"

"I like to hold you."

You smiled. "Cute." You said cheerfully.

"And you?" Betty asked.

"His face."

"What do you find hot about each other?" Jughead asked.

"Nice." Betty quietly said.

"Her hips."

"So, basically her butt?" Betty asked.

"No, her hips." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I like to rub circles on them when we kiss."

"Wow. You are more of a romantic than I thought." Jughead said.

"Why are we playing this?! This is pointless."

"You could ask stuff about us." Betty suggested.

"I don't want to know about your relationship." Sweet Pea said. "That's weird."

"No it's not." Betty said.

"Betty, you lost the bet." You put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"Not yet, okay? We still haven't finished this double date." She said hopefully.

"Ah, stage one. Denial." You shook your said. "It's okay, we'll be right here for you." Sweet Pea smiled. Your humor always made him feel more comfortable.

"Here was your milkshakes." You all jumped again at the sudden presence of FP.

"Make a noice dude!" You said, in Betty's arms again.

As he was putting the milkshakes down he tipped over Sweet Pea's, causing the thick liquid to land on him. "Oh, my apologies. I'll get you a new one." He smiled and walked off.

You didn't know how to react. "Sweets-"

He shot up out of his seat. "I gotta use the restroom." He mumbled, walking away.

"I'll go with him to see how he's doing." Jughead then slid out of the booth as well.

"I need to have a little talk with our waiter." You said.

Betty nodded, responding with, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom too to see if I can hear them through the walls."

You and her exchanged smiles. "Never change B." And with that you went opposite directions.

You then went behind the counter and faced FP. He was washing the dishes. "You can't be back here kid, you're not working." He didn't look up.

"I don't care, we need to talk." Your voice was stern. "Why are you treating Sweet Pea like he's a piece of garbage?"

He then looked up. "Because you deserve better."

"What the hell kind of reasoning is that?!"

"Watch your mouth." He said. He then sighed, setting down the dishes and drying his hands. "That boy is bad news. He's always angry at something, he spends all his time at the Whyte Wrym, and he puts on this tough guy act, and everybody falls for it."

You didn't care about any of those things, and you didn't expect FP to. That was just outer appearance.

"He's angry when there's a reason to be angry, he goes to the Whyte Wyrm because it's where Serpents go on their free time, and so what if he puts on a tough guy act? If he's got a past behind that, then I'll be there for him. Like he was with me. And besides, he doesn't act like that with me. He's the one who deserves better."

"Don't say that." He leaned his hands on the edges of the sink and shook his head. "I don't get why you can't see that I'm trying to be the father you didn't get."

You wrapped your hand around his arm, gently squeezing it. "I do see that, and I'm so thankful for that. But you need to see that Sweet Pea makes me happy and treats me with respect. He would never force me to do anything that I wouldn't want to do."

He looked away from you, dropping his head down before nodding. "I'm sorry." He quietly mumbled.

"It's okay." You wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him. He hugged back. When you pulled back, you explained to him that he wasn't off the hook easily. "So what you're gonna do is go to Pea when you're on your break, sit him down, and apologize. Okay?"

He sighed. "Sure."

Meanwhile, Jughead and Sweet Pea were also having a conversation. When Jughead came in Sweet Pea was taking off his flannel and his shirt, beginning to wet the shirt.

He silently walked up to him and started to wet the flannel. As they worked to get the stains out, Jughead asked, "You okay man?"

Sweet Pea slammed his hand down on the sink. "I'm never gonna be good enough! Why doesn't he like me?"

"Pea, it's my dad. He thinks of y/n as his own daughter. No one's ever going to be good enough for her in his eyes."

He sighed, looking at Jughead. "I want him to like me. It'll make y/n happy, y'know?" Jughead couldn't stop himself from cracking a smile. "Forget it Jones." He mumbled, going to the hand dryer and drying off his shirt.

"No, I'm sorry." He had him stop drying so he could talk to him. "I get it, I'm the same way with Betty's mom. But the fact that you want to make y/n happy like that would make her smile. So what if you don't get my dad's blessing? She still wants you."

Sweet Pea silently nodded and they both started drying the clothes in a comfortable silence. Betty quietly went out of the girls restroom, hearing all that she wanted to hear.

When she went to the booth she saw you and food there. You slid out of the booth so she could slide in. "So, what did you hear?"

She happily munched on her fries. "You and Sweet Pea are perfect for each other." You didn't press it any more, that answer made you satisfied.

A few minutes later the boys came back and ate as well, the four of you talking amongst each other. When you were almost done eating, FP came to the table. "Sweet Pea, can I talk to you for a second?"

Sweet Pea looked at you to see if you were going to protest, but you just nodded your head. He got up with him and sat at a booth on the other side of Pop's. "Look, I know you don't like me-"

"Let me talk boy." FP said quietly. "It was wrong for me to do and say all that stuff to you. I was wrong about you. And even though I still don't y/n dating, she's going to do whatever she wants. Even when I told her that you weren't good enough for her," this was followed by a look from Sweet Pea. "She disagreed. She thinks she doesn't deserve you."

"She said that?" Sweet Pea asked quietly.

FP nodded his head. "Let me tell you something boy, y/n doesn't like people getting into her problems. She thinks that they'll treat her differently, and she doesn't want the burden of her past on them. So she deals with it herself. That isn't healthy for her, and even when she feels like crap, she puts on a smile for everyone. But when she's with you, her smile isn't fake. You really do make her happy boy, and I respect that."

Sweet Pea didn't say anything. You really felt that way with him? He didn't think he could be able to make anybody feel that way before he met you. FP told him he could go, and Sweet Pea walked to the booth, going straight up to you and pulling you in for a deep kiss. When he ended the kiss you quietly asked. "What was that for?"

He smiled at you and gave you a small kiss on the side of your mouth. "You make me happy too."

You were in a happy daze before Betty excitedly said, "You're blushing!"

"Huh? No I'm not."

"Yeah you are." Jughead said while munching on his burger. You gave him a loom. Him and Betty gave each other a happy look.

"We won."

You shook your head, fake sad. "Sorry V. I failed you." Just then you received a text message.

Toni ~ So I talked to my boss about your dance and he told me that you could only be able to do it tonight

Toni ~ I tried to convince him to give you a few days but he said the next time you could do it is in a month

You ~ Okay, we're on our way

You discreetly show Betty your phone, and she nods. You screenshot the messages and send it to Jughead. When you hear the ping of Jughead's phone, you speak up. "We should go to the Whyte Wrym."

"What? Why?" Sweet Pea asked.

"That sounds like a great idea." Betty said.

Jughead, who just read the screenshot, joined in. "Yeah, sounds good. Let's meet up there in a bit."

"Why not now?"

Betty spoke up. "Because I wanted to show y/n something at my house. Then we'll head there together and meet up with you guys." You nodded. The boys have their girlfriends a kiss goodbye and headed to the bar.

"Okay, we need to get some makeup on you and find an outfit for you to strip off of." Betty said, once you couldn't see the other two. "I just texted Veronica and Archie. Let's go."

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Ava & Grace

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