Hey so its the first time I ever request something but I don't have money to buy the xod dlc and I'm craving bae content atm.
How about like how would he react or act with a gn reader who isn't that much of a jerk but is best friends with JB and also fits perfectly his, at least physical, type? It can be a headcanon, one shot or whatever you want, I just really wanna read something about him lmao
♦ Bae with someone who's his type ♦
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Bae is the kind of person who deeply admires aesthetics;
He has dozens of different frames for his glasses just so that he can match them to his designer clothing;
So finding someone who fits his exact type would pique his interest;
Not enough that he’d stop being a snobbish wimp, of course;
But as someone who likes admiring cute things he’d make some effort to be around you more often;
He doesn’t even try to be subtle about it;
He’d find excuses to talk to you and give you the occasional compliment, although with his permanently sarcastic tone of voice and general attitude it’s really hard to tell if he’s being genuine;
And because he’s Bae, of course, he’d condescendingly give you advice;
Even more often than he does to most people, actually;
He’d suggest you style your hair in a specific way or another because it “looks better”;
And if you indulge him and wear your hair that way the following morning… Well, I’m sorry, but he’d take it as permission to act as your personal stylist;
He’d keep recommending specific hairstyles and outfits to you and if you didn’t wear them he’d be very patronizing about it;
Oh, and Bae would act like what he’s doing is a huge favour to you instead of the reality, that is that he thinks you’re cute and acts like you’re his doll;
If you manage to be best friends with JB, it means you have a high tolerance for people with huge egos, so being around Bae isn’t really that challenging;
JB would be happy to be able to spend time with both of you and would gladly welcome him hanging around;
Enough that JB, Bae and you become a little trio;
Other students at SSB will either think you’re a saint or be incredibly worried about your sanity for hanging around the jerks willingly;
But what can you say? Even if JB’s constant flirting with Bae bothers you a little, spending time with them leads to some very amusing situations, so it isn’t bad at all;
By the way— being the object of Bae’s interest and befriending him will lead to him giving you a few special nicknames, that he wouldn’t use when annoying talking to other people;
Oh, and regardless of your relationship being romantic or entirely platonic;
If he sees you in cute pyjamas he’s going to go absolutely feral;
I think the special nicknames are the point where JB would be 100% sure that he has a crush on you;
Sure, he acts a little different towards you, but the way he treats you is similar to how he’d sometimes treat Jeremy, another person he finds to be incredibly cute;
So she wouldn’t assume it to be romantic initially;
But when he calls everyone the same few nicknames it kind of stands out when he calls you something different;
She has an eye for gossip, and would start reading too much into every single interaction she witnesses between you;
And yeah, JB might have a bit of a crush on Bae (He’s an attractive jerk and therefore fits her criteria) but in a rare display of compassion, or maybe morbid curiosity as to how it’d play out, she decides to play cupid;
But, like Bae, JB is allergic to the idea of subtlety;
She would straight up tell you that she knows you have feelings for him and she thinks he very obviously likes you too;
And would proceed to feed you information about Bae;
Things that she learned from attending Jerksquad meetings and information Shiloh gathered for her;
Bae would not make a move until he’s forced to;
Being exactly his type wouldn’t change that, so unless you want to start dating him after graduating high school, making a move would be up to you;
He just thinks high school romances are silly and he intends to date to marry so he doesn’t want to waste time on something like this if it isn’t going to be serious;
And I do think his massive ego would kind of make him avoid a scenario in which he’s possibly rejected;
Anyways— if you do end up in a relationship, I don’t think that much would change;
Only that his insistence on dressing you up would grow and he’d go as far as to buy you outfits and accessories to wear;
He does have way too much money at his disposal and I think he’d genuinely have a lot of fun with it!
► summary: Shiloh doesn't have a soulmate, but JB does.
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► a/n: Hi! I know it has been ages since I've last posted, but the last few months have been very chaotic and I haven't really been able to finish anything.
I didn't want to abandon this blog. I still love writing and fulfilling requests, even if I wasn't able to make time for it. Now I'm trying to get back to it, and I decided to start by finishing an incredibly self-indulgent fic I've had on the back burner for months!
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Shiloh always had a feeling he’d never have a mark.
It’s difficult to explain how and why, but it’s something that has been a part of him for as long as he can remember.
He never formed attachments as other people did. He’d make friends out of convenience, he’d obey the orders of the strongest and swiftly make his exit once they didn’t serve his purposes anymore. It was quick and painless, no affection involved. He didn’t really miss any of the people he left behind (aside from a lingering fondness for a childhood friend he hadn’t seen in too long) and didn’t think of them at all after they were gone.
And there was that terrible, sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that whispered that there was no one waiting for him, no one mandated by the universe to love him.
It was comforting, even if it wasn’t nice.
No soulmate meant that he was free to do as he pleased, one less person to keep around long after they passed their usefulness, no one he’d have to explain himself to and no one to force him to change. it’s not like Shiloh doesn’t know the way that he does things is unusual, but it’s not like people don’t know they’re being used. They just like being flattered.
So the morning after his sixteenth birthday, when no new mark showed up on his wrist, he wasn’t upset or surprised.
It was just a confirmation of something he already knew.
He was different, and he was free to do as he wished.
So he pulled on his jacket, making sure that his wrists were properly hidden underneath his sleeves. At the very least, it would buy him enough time until he could figure out an excuse.
The weeks following weren’t too difficult.
People knew him well enough to know that he’d go along with whatever excuse they conjured up as to why he was so keen on hiding his wrist— his mark was scarred up because his soulmate was dead (he made sure to look very sad whenever that was brought up), his mark matched a celebrity (he effortlessly pretended to be flustered by it) or it was someone that he knew, but that didn’t share his match.
Only a few people bought the excuse that Shiloh wanted his soulmate to be the first person who’d see his mark. That made him seem like a romantic, and more people seeing him in a good light was a fine enough trade for all the jokes made about him being a slut.
There was always the pity too, of the possibility that bubbly, optimistic Shiloh was unlucky enough to be one of the unmarked.
The sad, few people that the universe didn’t care enough to think about.
Pity was generally an easy emotion to exploit, but it didn’t mean that deep down it didn’t annoy him to no end that people saw it this way, even if it was the truth.
Well, the truth never really mattered to him anyway.
JB was different.
There was something about how she carried herself, in her relentless confidence, her impulsiveness and her quick-witted responses to everything the jerks in their after-school group threw at her.
Her bubbliness, her pleased smile whenever he flirted back, the way her skin felt so soft and warm when he found an excuse to touch her. How easy JB was to understand and how quickly he was able to become someone she wanted to keep around, just as long as he kept showering her with compliments and acquiescing to her demands.
Shiloh was perceptive. Of course, he knew about the pink flowers on her wrist. His eyes zeroed in on it when she reached out to grab something or would roll up her sleeves in order to not dirty her uniform.
Peach blossoms. She had explained to him.
It means luck in love, beauty. All the things JB was sure she had.
There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that her soulmate would be absolutely perfect, that they would be the ultimate power couple and rule the world together if they so wished.
But before she found them, she wanted to see other people. JB wanted to have as much fun as possible before settling into the relationship she was meant to be in.
I don’t want to live the rest of my life regretting not living to the fullest while I could, she told him, fingers brushing against her soulmark carefully, eyes filled with fondness for someone she didn’t yet know.
And Shiloh believed her. There was no way he couldn’t when she was so certain, so self-assured.
But he wanted her.
He felt drawn to her like he had never felt drawn to anyone else, nearing the point of obsession.
It didn’t really matter if she belonged to someone else.
He would make sure it wouldn’t be a problem.
If he didn’t have a soulmate, there was nothing that stopped him from being with whomever he pleased. The universe didn’t care enough to give him a connection, so he’d fabricate one of his own.
All for her. For them.
Monday morning, when he got to school, he had delicate peach blossoms perfectly drawn into the skin of his wrist, hidden away by his long sleeves.
