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upsidedowngrass · 1 year

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one of my favorite details about liam is the fact that he is very nice!!!! but he does NOT seem to get manners

his whole motive thruout season 2 is that he wants to save the others. from the looks of it, he doesnt CARE about the revenge part that much. like yeah itd be nice to stop the guy that physically harmed and killed you bc he did that, but thats an afterthought really - and i didnt interpret liam trying to kill airy even as an attempt at revenge so much as an extremely irrational and extremely stress-induced method of trying to make sure his friend + the others DIDNT get sent to the plane. his main priority is repeatedly that he wants to stop this from happening to anyone else. the only time he mentions himself is when saying that he 'cant live the rest of his life not knowing WHY this happened' (thats paraphrased) but that is immediately followed up w concern for this happening to other people

ofc, he also thinks he literally Has Nothing so the lengths he goes to to save the others CAN be interpretted as not things he would do if he thought he could go back to normal but at that point, thats just extremely specific speculation and i dont think thats supposed to be whats conveyed. some situations wouldnt even be necessarily related to him not having anything, so much as related to helping the others. he still throws himself into everything after "remembering what its like to have a life again." even when he realizes that he doesnt HAVE to have lost everything, he still cared and wanted to help the others more

i think he wanted closure, yeah, but he really did want to save the others. the scene of him helping julien is there for a narrative reason, after all (though i dont wanna get into that bc id go on a tangent about narrative choices in ONE). hell, hes the only one to try to get charlie out of the way of the stakes! (not that the others didnt try, but i feel like the intended take-away of liams general nature is fairly clear)

anyway, liam is nice!! he cares a lot abt others and doesnt want bad things to happen to them, and hes ok with bad things happening to him if it can help them.

but he does NOT understand a lot of social etiquette, or the concept of being polite.

my favorite example of this is the whole discussion abt going to go see bradley. when the restaurant gets shut down, liams first thought is to go 'sooooo. you dont have work, right?' when liam realizes he cant pay for the laptop, he just kinda. 'i dont have any money.' and stares at bryce like a cat looking at your plate of sandwich meat, waiting for you to inevitably give them some

this isnt even ONLY after the 7 months, theres hints of this trait before then! when amelia is talking abt stone making her team when the challenge, he just goes 'yeah sorry.' then talks abt how texty won their teams challenge, pointedly when texty is RIGHT there. liam doesnt even say goodnight back to owen! (this ones less impolite than the others but i think its silly to include)

it should be noted tho, that while this ISNT present before and after the plane, it DOES show up more prominently afterwards, and this could very much be the stress! but looking at WHY its more prominent afterwards also feels like it points more towards this just being How He Is.

all of the things hes kinda impolite abt? are things where he is TRYING to be nice, or arent unkind inherently. hes going to talk to bradley? well, doesnt bryce want to come? driving him there is more efficient anyway. oh you have work? well now you dont! so now things are easier! staying here isnt gonna make the restaurant reopen anyway! (liam also probably does NOT have the same weight associated w jobs that bryce does, since liam hasnt had a job in a capitalist society in 7 months. its probably still subconsciously there, but not at the forefront when the plane is still out there). i crashed your car? well, i think the lives of others matters a little more. you can get a new car, but if something happens to airys contestants WHO KNOWS whatll happen to them

a lot of it, i think, is made more extreme by stress and trauma, yeah, but these are patterns in logic that seem to already discard manners as being that relevant. and i, autistic, chose to view that as something hes just Like. hes not a dick and he doesnt ever mean to be! but also if someone can do something fairly minor to do something more important, why does he NEED to be polite abt it?? whats the POINT you get the same message across! and thats assuming he even REALIZES these things are "impolite," based on a lot of his interactions w vryce, i legitimately dont think he realizes how he acts could sometimes be considered 'impolite'

where bryce is knowingly kind of rude sometimes and doesnt care (though is STILL kind, he is just more blunt and uninterested in sounding nice, which i could do an entirely different essay on the autism of), liam seems to not really notice manners, nor does he think theyre very important to consider, and i just. really love that about his character :)

this is the kind of guy that, if you stubbed ur toe, hed probably not say 'oohh, sorry :(' and hed just be 'dang, that sucks' and move on

#hfjone #liam hfjone #yes im maintagging this bc i like my liam analysis #i LOVE characters who are kind but dont acknowledge manners #i point at a character i like and go im going to give you the highest honor i can bestow and its an autism diagnosis #also the reason i care abt this is because i see a lot of ppl write him as concerned abt how he comes across and being a bit shy abt it?#and like!!!! thats ok #different interpretations of the same character can exist!!!#esp w a character whose actual personality is fairly muddled by the events of the story #but i also overanalyze characters and have noticed this trait of his and i think id like to see it in more interpretations #bc its how i see him and i think its very fun!!! though that could just be me :)#idm the other interpretations of liams personality i just wanted to throw this one out there bc i think abt it a lot #and i dont think it changes much but as an autistic i enjoy interpretting liam this way :)#anyway. liam autism forever 🎉🎉🎒🎉🎉🎉#hfjone spoilers

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toast-is-ticklish · 2 years

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Would really love some mor Lee! Red Son fixa, hopefully with Ler! Mei

Ask and you shall receive! I also put MK in here because I just love that funny little guy.

Sleepover

Lee! Red Son, Ler! Mei, and Ler! MK

Will I continue to project onto almost every single character I write about? Most definitely.

Basically red is feeling really nervous at a sleepover with their friends and they get reassured with tickles and kind words. Ft. A group hug.

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Red son blearily checked the time only to see a big, red, taunting 4:15 am on the clock next to his bed.

Shit.

After being invited to a sleepover with Mei and the Noodle Boy, they had accidentally stayed up almost all night frantically googling. What do people do at sleepovers? How should they act? He didnt want to be a poor guest! They had to make sure they didnt screw it up!

So after hours upon hours of useless wikihow articles and blog posts, they were left sitting in their bed, completely wired, probably not going to sleep a wink.

He figured he could just nap a bunch tommorow before he went over, but instead he ended up getting everything ready by 6am and anxiously pacing around the house until they had to be at MKs apartment which was 5:00pm.

Christ they were a mess.

So now here they were, anxiously sitting on MKs couch, running on a fuck ton of instant coffee and pure nervous energy. They literally looked like a wood board on the couch.

"Uuhhhhhh. Red Boy? You good?" Mei said as she laid down an armful of snacks onto the coffee table and sat down.

Red son snapped his head over so quickly it looked like it hurt. "Me? Of course I am, you bozo! I'm simply perturbed by how utterly depressing the Noodle Boys lair is." He talked a little faster than normal, his nerves shining through the flair.

"I keep telling you Red, it's an apartment. Not a lair." MK yelled from the kitchen, before walking into the living room with everybody's popcorn.

Upon seeing red son he squinted his eyes in suspicion. "Whyyyyyyyy do you look like you're being held at gunpoint to sit on my couch? And like you havent slept in 500 years?"

And now Red son was surrounded on all sides by their suspicious, concerned, and extremely nosy friends.

But that's okay, because they were a master of misdirection, even on zero hours of sleep.

"500 years?!" They screeched in mock anger, even letting their flame burst up a little for the dramatics, "I take offense to that."

"And I take offense to you obviously dodging my question."

Shit.

"I-I. I dont know what you mean." He mumbled, pointedly looking away.

He didnt want to tell those two how nervous he was. It was embarrassing.

"Fess up, Red Boy!" Mei exclaimed, "We're your friends! You can trust us yaknow?" She started poking his side, mainly as an attempt to annoy him onto confessing whatever it was that he was so keen on hiding.

She was very pleasantly suprised to be met with a squeak.

"MK?" She said, oozing with mischief, "I think I just found a great way to get our friend to open up a little."

Red Son wishes they could say they put up a good fight, but their total lack experience with tickling combined with their lack of sleep ended up with them just sort of flailing around uselessly before being immediately pinned.

"Prepare for your doom, Red Son!" MK announced in a goofy 'evil' voice, before both of Reds friends erupted in the cheesiest evil laughs he had ever heard.

"You two are really bad at that, you know?" He said, nervous grin wobbling on his lips.

"Nuh Uh! Bullying later, laughing now!" Mei said, before diving into Red Sons ribs, digging her fingers in and scribbling all over.

"Ah! Nohohhahah! Ihihihis thihihihis- Ahahah! Nehehecesaahahahy?!"

Red son squeaked before bursting into high pitched, childish laughter, which really made him want to cover his face right about now. He squirmed around weakly, just sort of grabbing Meis hands as if that would in any way stem the somersaults his stomach was doing.

"Seems pretty necessary to me!" MK said, and even though Red couldnt see his face, they could hear the stupid smirk in his voice.

MK suddenly joined the fray, but not at all in the way Red Son expected.

He expected MK to be very rough and boisterous, so he didnt expect the boy to go for his neck and ears, and especially did not expect for him to be so incredibly gentle.

Then he immediately realized why.

The contrast of sensation was driving him insane!

Scrunching his shoulders up as he shook his head back in forth, Red son realized just how screwed they were. The tickles on his ribs from Mei made his back arch into her hands, making it tickle worse. Meanwhile MK was not only making them look like a dork but also increasing the butterflies in their stomach making their anticipation go up, making everything more ticklish.

Maybe they were evil.

"Red boy your tickle laugh is so cute!!" Mei squealed as she scribbled down to his sides.

Red Son had never actually been called cute by anybody, except for when he was being condescended to. So when Mei called him that, he essentially felt like his brain exploded.

They could feel themselves blushing as those goddamn butterflies in their stomach went fucking crazy again. The word echoed in their mind over and over again, 'cute' ,and every time it did it was more flustering.

So why did it also feel kind of warm and fuzzy?

Mei seemed to have noticed his internal dilemma and looked a little too excited about it. "MK!! I think Red Boy likes being called cute!!"

What.

"Nononono! NohohoOHOT truhUHAHahah!" He squealed, nope, nuh uh, no way, that's too embarrassing to be happening right now.

Mk leaned over to take one look at Red Sons face and apparently something was telling because he immediately broke into a playful grin.

"They do!"

"Ihihi DOHohonT! Ahahnd ihiHIHIm NOhohOHT!!"

Red son definitely did not whine through laughter.

"Your denial is also adorable, Red boy."

Mei giggled to herself before shoving her hands into his underarms, making the fiery teen squeal before breaking into slightly hysterical sounding cackles.

There were many words to describe Red Son, most of them not very nice, and adorable was definitely not one of them. That's what he would've said if he could, but what came out of his tickle fried brain was less eloquent.

"NohHOhoho! NHOHOT AhahdROAHAHABLE! NohoHOH! HEHAHAHAH!"

Red Son laughed loud and uncontrolled as once again that stupid word ran circles around their mind. They were too tired for this...confusion.

Still they felt that stomach flipping sensation again, and the warm fuzziness, and could not convince themselves it was entirely unpleasant.

Although supremely embarrassing.

"Hey Mei! You stay up here, I wanna try something!" MK said before quickly scurrying down to Red Sons legs. What the hell was he up to now?

Red was having trouble focusing on his suspicion what with the chest shaking laughs and ticklish shocks racking his frame though.

When MK skittered his fingers behind Reds knees, they wanted to encase themselves in concrete and wait a million years until they came out and proceeded to live the life of a hermit for the rest of eternity.

Their laughter immediately became a lot more bubbly, as they kicked their legs out weakly and snorted with a squeak.

"O.M.G!! Was that a snort I just heard? That's just too cute! You're gonna kill me, Red!" MK cooed while scrambling to not fall off of Reds kicking legs.

"SToHop cAHAHLLIHNG MeheHeheHe Thahat youHOUHOU *snort* WeiRHEIRDOHOHOS!"

Why must these two always throw him into weird internal crisis?

The fact that they had snorted and were being cooed at was not helping their current state of looking like a tomato on fire. They squeezed their eyes shut, mainly just to avoid eye contact at this point.

The butterflies in his stomach seemed to love it though.

'Awwww' was all the warning he got from Mei before she switched over to skittering all over his stomach, making his laughter switch from hysterical to completely childish.

Full, bubbly, laughs took hold of him as he squirmed desperately, scrambling for anything to grab before settling on weakly tugging at Meis wrists.

"Hahahehehahah! WHhyhyyhy ihihis tHIhihis hahaPahahnihing tohoho meheeh!?!"

"I actually forgot." MK said said with a chuckle, still evilly attacking Reds knees.

"Uuhhhhhhhhhh." Mei looked blankly over Red Sons head before jerking back to reality, "Oh! Right, tell us what's bothering you or we will tickle you... FOREVER!" She announced, following up with another goofy evil laugh.

"Youhouhou cahahant mahhake mehe!!" Red laughed out and immediately knew that was the wrong choice of words.

"You suuuuure bout that?" Mei said before drilling into Red Sons hips like the evil psychopath she is.

Red shrieked and burst into loud pitchy laughter.

At the same time, MK started squeezing at the tops of his knees, sending ticklish shocks everywhere.

The only thought that Red Son could produce at this point was 'tickles'. Head thrown back, starting to go limp with chest shaking laughter, they were officially gone.

"You good there, Red Boy?"

"AHAHEHEHAHAH! HAHEHAHAH!"

"Sounds great!"

Suddenly Mei found a spot on Reds hips that them screech before breaking into completely silent laughter.

"ILLTELLOHMYGODSTOP" Red son somehow wheezed out, and immediately his friends withdrew their hands and gave him some space to breathe.

After a few moments passed of Red son catching their breath, they were the first to break the silence.

"I have never seen such pure evil as what you just subjected me to."

Both MK and Mei broke out into giggles.

"Yehehea yehea, sure. Now tell us what was bothering you or you might see some more 'pure evil'." MK said with a smirk.

"Uuugggghhhhhh. Do I have to?"

"Yep! I'm invoking bestie priviledges!" Mei said, ignoring a certain MK who was wiggling his fingers while dramatically whispering 'eviiiiiiiiil'.

"Fine. I was just nervous. I guess."

"Why?" MK and Mei asked, tilting their heads a little in confusion.

"Well. I've never really had friends before. And I've never been to a sleepover before, and I was just worried that I would just, kinda, ruin everything?" Red said, looking away and fidgeting with their hands.

"I'm not fun and outgoing like you two, I dont know how to be! And I kept reading all these articles that were like, 'Just relax! Be yourself! Blah blah blah!' But I'm pretty sure whoever wrote them didnt expect the sleepover hosts to be past mortal enemies you helped your dad try to murder! What if I accidentally light your duvet on fire?! What if-"

"Woah, woah, woah! Take a breath Red, everything's okay! First of all, you're not going to ruin anything. Literally you just being here is enough to make the sleepover better, because you're our friend and we love you and love being around you." Mk reassured, a look of concern on his face.

"Yeah, Red Boy! And no matter how cheesy those articles you read sound, they're right! You dont need to act like anybody else around us. You dont need to pretend to be whatever you think is 'fun and outgoing'. We just want you!" Mei chipped in.

Red son seemed to take a second to process everything he was just told, before a small smile overtook his face. He looked up eyes a little glassy and just said "Thank you guys.", voice uncertain and a lot softer than usual.

"We got you, Red."

Ams suddenly he was in a group hug. It was warm. And nice.

"And what do we say about the stuff with DBK?" Mei said, raising her eyebrows a little.

"Its water under the bridge." Red son said in a monotone voice, pretending to be annoyed.

"Exactly! Now who wants to eat some popcorn that's definitely cold by now and watch the entire Monkey Cop movie series?!"

#tickle #tickle fic #tickle community #lego monkie kid #ler! mei #ler! mk #lee! red son #Lee! Red Son #Ler! MK #Ler! Mei #legomonkiekid tickle #lmk tickle

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wonwoonlight · 3 years

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my daisy / chapter 2 | kim mingyu

➝ CEO!Mingyu x Secretary!Reader

➝ strangers to lovers // single dad!Mingyu // fluff // lighthearted // non idol!au // like pls dont expect any dramas here lol // tiny bit of angst ig

➝ series warning: mentions of sex, no smut but there's implied sexual activities, insecurity (as always jshbdjhsfshbf am sorry), curses, food, let me know if theres more ^^

➝ word count: 4.3k

➝ A/N: hi! i know chapter 1 was a bit slow bc i needed to introduce the ppl around the MCs but hopefully this one is better....tho im not sure if this was too fast of a pace.. but oh well! decided to post this at 10:10am KST instead of PM bc why not. as always, enjoy! ur feedback will always be appreciated <3

when your cousin asks you to be her substitute at SVT Inc. as she takes her maternity leave, you're pretty sure this wasn't what you signed up for.

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In your defense, Mingyu is a very common name.

You probably know at least 5 Mingyu throughout school and university, not counting another from your old work places.

Jennie looks at you pointedly, and you immediately bow to him as you introduce yourself.

It’s okay—it’s okay, you tell yourself. You were drunk, he was drunk, there’s a pretty good chance Mingyu doesn’t even remember you. You’re just going to play stupid unless he addresses it himself. Yeah—yeah, that’s a good plan.

When you stand back straight, you can’t tell if the emotion that passes his eyes is recognition or he’s simply sizing you up.

“As we agreed before, I will train her for a month and then take my maternity leave once that’s done,” Jennie says again, bringing you back into the current situation at hand. “I promise she’ll be able to handle my workloads and I’ll try to be on standby most of the time just in case she needs help.”

Mingyu nods absentmindedly, his eyes finally leaving you and you let out a soft breath of relief at that. “You talk too much sometimes,” he shakes his head at Jennie, holding back a teasing smile in front of a stranger.

“Excuse me?”

“Just get ready for the meeting,” he softly orders before he settles on his seat. It is only then that you realize there’s a big name plate on his desk: CEO Kim Mingyu, it reads. You gulp at the name, suddenly the sound of your voice screaming his name rings through your ears once again.

When you look up from the name plate, you’re surprised to find Mingyu’s already looking at you, one of his eyebrows slightly raised and you honestly have no idea what to make of that.

It is Jennie’s voice that brings you back to reality, calling you to follow her out of the room. You don’t miss the way Mingyu’s gaze never leaves you even when you bow one more time before you leave.

You’re so, so screwed.

“What was that?” Jennie asks the moment you sit down next to her.

You decide to play dumb, there’s definitely no need to tell Jennie about what happened with Mingyu. Fuck. You’re supposedly going to spend months with this guy and you’re no longer sure if you can do it now.

To be honest, you’ve never really been one for one night stands, and you’ve got to admit you’re lucky the one time you ended up having one, it’s with someone like Mingyu who seems to be a decent person. The few times that you’ve been intimate with other people are always during your relationships, and you’ve made sure you’re serious enough because that’s just how you are.

You don’t care that Soonyoung jumps from bed to bed at least twice a week; that’s not your problem as long as it’s all consensual, he regularly gets checked and stays healthy. You just don’t prefer doing it yourself. There’s just something embarrassing to you about sharing a bed with someone you barely know.

You swear to everything that is in the universe you’d never drink outside your place ever again.

“Just… didn’t expect the CEO to be so young,” you blurt out even though it’s stupid because Jennie has totally told you the CEO is around your age.

“Have I not told you that?” she says in suspicion, narrowing her eyes at you. “I’m pretty sure I have.”

Right at that moment, your phone suddenly rings, saving you from Jennie’s further prodding. She looks at Sooyaaa on your phone, recognizing your close friend and telling you to take it if you want.

So, for the sake of your sanity, you do.

“Yes?” you answer snappily.

“What’s with the tone?” Jisoo asks gleefully from the other side. “Some bird told me you’ve got something to tell.”

“Kwon Soonyoung that bastard,” you mutter under your breath, earning a laugh from Jisoo and from Jennie next to you.

“If it makes you feel any better, he didn’t say anything beyond that. Just said that I might want to ask you if something happened at the club the other night.”

To your annoyance, Jisoo has sounded more happy than she is worried. But just when you’re about to snap at her for reminding you about that night, Jisoo cuts you off and asks if all is good. She’s been apologizing since that day, telling you she’s found Seungcheol in her drunken stupor and had him take her home because she thought you’re taken care of.

You sigh, telling her a hesitant yes and a promise to meet her later for dinner so you can tell her everything. She ends the call with a loud kissing noise, screaming to the receiver a very loud “Hi Jennie!!” that you don’t need to put the phone on speaker for your cousin to hear her.

“She’s such a good friend, isn’t she?” she asks once you put your phone back in your bag after activating the silent mode.

Your mind goes to the endless texts and miscalls from Jisoo that day, you’ve just been childishly ignoring her to get back at your friend because you know she worries like there’s no tomorrow. But you know—you know that there can be no friend that takes care of you as good as Jisoo could ever do.

“Yeah, she is.”

You don’t really interact with Mingyu even days after the first one, thankfully. You just dutifully follow Jennie around, who’s following him around. Today’s meetings are all in the company, and you’re mostly there to memorize the face and the name of the head of each department as they sit there in Mingyu’s presence.

For a moment there, you’re probably as close as you are to being starstruck. Mingyu carries himself very well, no one seems to be doubting him despite his young age compared to some of the directors who are probably a decade (or two) older than he is. His words are clean and sharp, never going around as he delivers what he’s saying as efficiently as he can.

So far, your impression of Mingyu is that he's a gentleman that only speaks when he needs to. He’s, by no means, cold, but he’s practical and he doesn’t see the need to speak more than necessary. You wonder if that’s how he is or if that’s just his work persona.

Someone clears his throat in front of you, and you immediately straighten your posture at Mingyu who’s basically looking down on you from his towering height.

“See me in my office after this,” he says and then leaves the meeting room before you manage to answer.

Your heart races at his words, but you will yourself to calm down because you figure Mingyu’s not going to bring it up out of nowhere like this. But why did he call you instead of Jennie if he has matters to discuss? Is he testing you?

Nonetheless, you tell Jennie the CEO wishes to speak to you before you leave to his office. Jennie only nods as she busies herself with the screen in front of her, but Seungkwan catches your eyes and puts up his fist in encouragement.

You have no idea what to expect.

“Sir,” you greet him after he says to come in. You’re not sure whether you should sit down or stay standing, but Mingyu points to the chair in front of his desk with his chin.

Mingyu doesn’t say anything for a moment, his eyes are still examining you and you try your best to hold his gaze despite your heartbeat drumming loudly against your chest.

“I have an important meeting in Tokyo next month.” He breaks the silence. “And you’d probably have to come with me.”

You don’t say anything but a ‘Yes, Sir,’ because, truthfully, you don’t think you have any choice here and you’re just glad he’s not bringing up that incident.

“Frankly, I’d rather bring Seungkwan because he’s more used to the business meeting abroad,” he states bluntly though there’s no hint of rudeness in his voice. “But he’s given me a notice since last month that he’s going to take a whole week off then by using up his accumulated day-offs.”

“Okay, Sir,” you repeat.

“Tell Jennie to take care of the arrangements,” he finishes, eyes already back to his screen as his fingers busily type on his keyboard. “You may leave.”

He just has to be so attractive.

“Kim Mingyu?” Jisoo asks one more time, wondering why the name sounds so familiar to her. But, then again, it is a pretty common name. “Wait, did you say you’re working in SVT Inc.? I never knew Jennie worked in SVT Inc.?”

“Yep,” you say as you munch on your dinner. Jisoo has invited herself to sleep over for ‘making it up’, using the access you’ve given her, and the girl has her conscience guilty enough to already have food prepared on the table the moment you step into your door.

Your friend stays silent for a moment, and you let her be because—Gosh, you’re so mentally tired after being wary of Mingyu the whole time. Even though deep down you feel like he doesn’t seem to be the type to confront you over something like that in the office, it doesn’t stop your heart from jumping every time his gaze goes past you or when he calls your name (even though it literally happens like... five times in total so far).

In short, you’ve spent the day uselessly worrying Mingyu will confront you about it and it isn’t exactly healthy for your head nor your heart.

“Oh!” Jisoo suddenly shouts, making you jump a little in your seat. She takes her phone, fingers busy tapping here and there before she pushes her screen to your face. “This Mingyu?””

The picture of Seungcheol and your new boss together greets you. They both seem close enough, with Seungcheol’s arm around his shoulder and lighthearted smiles gracing their faces. There’s a pretty little girl in Seungcheol’s lap, one that you don’t bother to ask because Seungcheol loves children.

“Yeah, they’re close,” Jisoo answers your silent question after putting her phone back down. “I do meet him from time to time because of Seungcheol even though I’m not close with him or anything. He’s pretty friendly, but definitely a private person.”

Great. You think to yourself, all the more reason not to tell Jisoo about the event from that night. While she’s your best friend and you love her with all your heart, there are times when she’d accidentally blurt out your ‘secrets’ when drunk.

Now you actually trust Seungcheol enough not to further spread your secrets, and you’re actually fairly close with him that you don’t mind him knowing the few stuffs you only mean to share with Jisoo. If there’s anyone that you could trust, it’s him. But this one? A one night stand with one of his close friends?

You’re pretty sure it’d be better for them not to know.

It’s a one time thing anyway, which isn’t important enough for either of them to be aware of. You’ll just pretend like it’s some random guy and pray Mingyu doesn’t say anything about it either.

So, when Jisoo asks again about what Soonyoung has meant when he says you might have something to tell her, you reluctantly tell Jisoo half the truth—that you got too drunk and ended up in a hotel with some guy.

She deserves at least that much.

Before guilt rushes in even more in Jisoo’s system, you immediately tell her that it’s okay and at least you remember the sex was pleasant. And when she asks if you could remember him or maybe his name, you drop your gaze to your food and shake your head because Jisoo knows when you’re lying. Her gaze stays on you for a few seconds before she eventually drops the topic and talks about her plan with Seungcheol for the weekend.

You’ve never been more glad Jisoo also knows when not to push.

“How are you coping?” Jennie asks with a grin after yet another meeting.

You groan at her question. While you’re used to having multiple meetings back-to-back and typing down whatever the meeting was about, Mingyu is a whole other level of busy from what you were used to.

It’s not always a bad thing, though, because despite the way your back always cries in pain at the end of the day, you actually feel challenged and are oddly motivated to do well and prove yourself even though no one is giving you the side-eye.

You wonder if it’s the way Mingyu would hum in approval everytime he finishes reading your report. Jennie has told you how much of a perfectionist Mingyu is, to the point where he’d check your report himself. Except for the first few mistakes you’ve made due to the unfamiliarity of the format this company uses, Mingyu has never really told you to revise anything after that.

“You do remember this is my last day before I officially take that maternity leave, right?” she reminds you, and your eyes automatically go to where her baby’s at.

It’s pretty weird, to be honest. You grew up with Jennie, you saw her when she was an elementary student, then junior high school, and so on. The image of Jennie in her old uniform pops up in your mind, one where she took your hand in hers when she went to your school to pick you up. And now she’s here, much more mature and pregnant with a baby.

“Yeah, Jaebum must be happy about that,” you snicker teasingly.

Jennie grins at the mention of her husband and you could’ve sworn there would be flowers surrounding her if this was a high school romance manga. “He’s just been worried about my workloads. It eases him a lot when he finds out you’re replacing me, though.”

“Tell him I’m expecting a present or something for that comment,” you say before you go back to typing down the meeting report from earlier. Jennie lets you be for a while before she lets out a confused noise from beside you.

“Huh?” she mumbles to herself as she looks through her organizer. “That was… our last meeting for the day?”

The way you and Seungkwan immediately turn to her is almost comical, eyes wide and mouth open. It’s barely 4 in the evening and there’s…no more meetings? Jennie frowns, flipping through her organizer some more before she decides she needs to confirm with Mingyu. The sound of her heels against the floor as she makes her way to Mingyu’s office wakes you up from your trance.

“Betting you the next report that there’s another meeting after this that Mingyu forgot to tell Jennie,” Seungkwan says out of nowhere.

“So if there’s no meeting after this you’ll do my next report?” you raise your eyebrows at the challenge.

“And you’ll do mine otherwise.”

“Deal.”

For the past few minutes, you haven’t stopped nudging Seungkwan next to you while Jennie and Mingyu are walking ahead of you both, discussing something that you don’t quite hear.

There’s a pout in his face while you smugly grin at him, missing the way Mingyu glances back at you before turning back to Jennie again.

“Who told you to bet against me, huh?” you whisper childishly and Seungkwan just swats your hand in annoyance. It’s a little past 5PM now and currently, the four of you are on your way to get dinner.

When Jennie comes in earlier to confirm his schedule, Mingyu has just told her that he purposefully emptied the schedule after the last meeting because it’s her last day and he’d like to peacefully have dinner with her as a friend. Due to her raging hormones, she almost cries right there and then while you and Seungkwan have gotten the privilege to see Mingyu panic from the clear glass of his office.

After that, she tells him she wants to bring you and Seungkwan because you’re all basically working as a team, anyway. You can tell that Mingyu’s a bit reluctant, which is understandable because he barely even knows you and it’d mean he won’t be as comfortable compared to when it’s only him, Jennie, and Seungkwan.

Not to mention the incident from barely a month ago.

You cringe at the thought. Even though at this point you’re sure Mingyu either: 1. Has forgotten. 2. Does not recognize you. or 3. Simply does not wish to bring it up, you just can’t not be nervous around him.

“Did you say you worked at Pleds before?” Seungkwan asks over dinner. The four of you are in a steakhouse, Jennie’s choice because Mingyu says it’s the least he could do for her. Seungkwan’s sitting next to you while Mingyu and Jennie sit across the both of you.

You nod as you play with your straw, waiting for the food to be served. “It wasn’t… bad. But the workloads and the pay weren’t exactly balanced. Plus, the emotional labor was getting too much so I resigned after working there for almost two years.”

“You must’ve celebrated after,” he grins, knowing how it usually goes when one left a company by choice. You nod absentmindedly, too hungry to realize where the conversation might lead you to. Across you, Mingyu is silently listening to the conversation without any plan to join in and takes a sip of his wine.

“Was it that time you went to Exodus with Jisoo?” Jennie tilts her head, recalling the Instagram update Jisoo posted on her story with the club location pinned in one of the updates.

At her question, you choke on your drink while Mingyu is dignified enough to simply clears his throat as if his drink didn’t just go the wrong pipe. You wouldn’t have thought it was him reacting to the name if not for the way you accidentally meet his eyes for a split second before you quickly look elsewhere.

It was enough. A split second was enough for you to know that Mingyu knows. There was a spark of recognition in his eyes that he couldn’t hide quickly enough, as if something was made clear to him and you fear the illusion of Mingyu’s ignorance regarding that incident would break after this.

After what you hope is enough time to avoid Jennie’s—or anyone, in that matter—suspicions, you excuse yourself to the restroom with an awkward smile. You close the toilet door behind you and immediately slot the lock before you lean back and exhale a deep breath. You close your eyes in contempt, your fingers digging into your palms.

This shouldn’t change anything… right? You haven’t been working in SVT Inc. for long, but you’ve spent most of your time following Mingyu, Jennie, and Seungkwan, so it’s safe to say you’re actually more familiar with him than a lot of people on your floor.

That said, you feel like you know enough that Mingyu wouldn’t come to you and talk about this just for the sake of it. Kim Mingyu is a practical man, he does not do what’s not needed, and you’re 100% sure this is not necessary no matter how you see it.

After you’ve calmed down enough, you take another deep breath before you open the door. You check yourself in the mirror one more time, patting down your hair and making sure you look decent before you step out of the restroom.

Your breath almost stops when your eyes find Mingyu who also has just stepped out of the other restroom. Your eyes meet his and, for a second, you thought he’s going to say something by the way he’s holding your gaze. But Mingyu breaks the eye contact first, looks away and then makes his way back to the table without addressing you.

You’re not sure if you should be glad or disappointed by that.

When you return to your seat beside Seungkwan, the talk has turned into Jennie’s baby and the maternity glow she has beautifully embraced ever since her baby bump has started showing.

“I’m not going to lie. It’s a beautiful process, yeah, and I get why people kinda glorify it, but it’s still not something that everyone can just… go through,” Jennie says as she puts down her fork and knife. “I’m pretty lucky that my pregnancy hasn’t been that hard except for a few times, but you really can’t shame anyone for not wanting to get pregnant.”

Seungkwan nods in agreement, telling the story of how his sister has opted to adopt a child after settling down with her husband because she doesn’t think she can go through the pregnancy process herself.

“They love her so much and they’re considering adopting another child because they want her to have a sibling.” There’s a fond smile on his face, one that you can’t help but mirror as you remember the picture of Seungkwan and Minhee that decorates his desk in the office. “Plus, Minhee has actually been asking if she’s going to ever have a brother or sister like her other friends do.”

“Can I see her already, please?” you join in the flow of conversation. “I’ve known you for, like, a month and I’ve heard more about Minhee than I do my friend’s niece when I literally waited outside the labor room for this kid to be born.”

The table laughs at this, very aware of Seungkwan’s friendliness and tendency to talk about his dear niece to everyone he considers a friend.

“Do you like kids?” Seungkwan asks.

“Well, I wouldn’t say I do, to be honest,” you scrunch your nose and lean into your palm, suddenly conscious of the way everyone, especially Mingyu, is looking at you. You’re not sure why you’re even nervous, isn’t it normal that people pay attention to the person talking? “I find them cute. But I’ve never been one to…coddle them, you know? I don’t know how to act around them, but I enjoy looking at children play, I guess. Minhee sounds very lovely though, and I’ve never seen anyone who loves and talks about their niece as much as you do, so…”

“You know you have to coddle this one, right?” Jennie declares, making a point to place her hand on her rounding stomach as if there could be any other baby she’d be talking about.

“Maybe if you’re finally going to tell me if I’m going to have a niece or a nephew.”

For the first time that evening, Mingyu answers you even though he’s looking at your cousin, nonchalantly saying. “Oh? You’ve told me, though?”

Jennie doesn’t even have the time to glare at Mingyu, already busy trying to calm you down and convincing you that Mingyu totally finds out by accident and she most definitely did not tell him. You see him playfully grin at her and you don’t even realize you’ve been staring until Mingyu turns away from Jennie and catches your eyes. You quickly avert your gaze, pretending to pout at Jennie who’s already looking at you with guilt.

“Okay, tell me if you’d like to have a niece or a nephew?” Jennie tries to ease you up, though the both of you know you’re not really mad at her.

“I don’t mind either, but if I have to choose then… a niece,” you nod to yourself. “Little girls are cuter to me; I feel like they’re… less trouble.”

Mingyu accidentally snorts at this, but no one at the table finds this weird except for you. Seungkwan simply laughs while Jennie shakes her head, and you have enough sense to figure out this is probably some kind of an inside joke between the three of them.

You let them enjoy their little bubble without asking anything.

The night goes on peacefully after that; Seungkwan mainly keeps the table lively and all of you would laugh from time to time. Mingyu still doesn’t really address you, which you only lowkey mind, but you wonder if it’s just his way of warding off the wrong people from befriending him.

You’re pretty aware life as a young CEO must be hard despite his money. He’s rarely not working even when he’s off work, and you’re sure there must be people who have tried to leech off him due to his wealth and social standing.

Your mind suddenly takes you back to that night at the hotel and you frown at the realization, does he not have a partner? Frankly, you find it borderline believable and unbelievable that someone like Mingyu doesn’t have one. He’s probably either: 1. Too busy working that he’s not interested in it. or 2. Has a betrothed or something.

Okay, the second option is rather stereotypical when you don’t even have any idea if people of his class still do arranged marriages. But anyhow, you hope it’s not option 3 which consists of him being a bastard by sleeping with another person when he does have a partner.

Glancing at your phone, you realize it’s already 7 in the evening now. Mingyu seems to notice this too, quickly calling for the bill and says something about needing to go home quickly. For reasons that once again you’re not aware of, Seungkwan and Jennie simply nod in understanding, a teasing grin on their faces.

“Gyuri’s waiting, huh?” Seungkwan jokes, and you quickly register the unfamiliar name as your mind goes through a million scenarios of who this ‘Gyuri’ could be.

Mingyu nods with a suppressed grin, probably the most expression you’ve ever seen of him. Something inside you twists at it, though; did he have a partner, after all? One that waits for him at home?

You don’t dare to voice the curiosity out loud, not even to Seungkwan or Jennie, and you figure if this Gyuri person is important enough, you’ll find out sooner or later because the CEO would probably need you to fix his schedule to be with her.

You wonder why the bitter taste on your tongue refuses to leave even hours later when you’ve gone back to your apartment.

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Manager!Seijoh Part 3

a/n: yall i love seijoh so much like theyre my favorite school and my favorite boys and i know their names by heart and im just so SOFT for them !!!!!

also: yall will find out what other fandom ill be writing for in the future in this one

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

combined two anon requests:

- Could we get the boys reacting to finding out the seijoh manager is quite popular to both genders?? Maybe they over hear a confession?

- Why do I feel like half of the team would be all pouty when word comes around that a guy confessed to manager, the others would probably be annoyed/irritated. Oikawa being all bratty cause no matter what he tried,she never showed ant interest when he flirts. But now this boy comes alone ... (but like you said manager is too focused in school and the team)

MY HEART WAS RIPPED OUT OF MY CHEST AND THROWN INTO A BLENDER WHEN I SAW THIS PART OR JUST WHEN SEIJOH LOST IN GENERAL BC MY BABIES WORKED SO HARD AAAAAAA

oof girl the world is ending

so basically,,,,,

the entire just magically knew about what happened earlier and yahaba’s theory of team telepathy really does work bc not even a minute after it happened, they all spammed you messages and next thing you knew, oikawa was naruto-ing down from the 3rd floor to your class in the first floor

tbh, they shouldve seen this coming yanno?

you were ridiculously pretty and you carried yourself w such elegance and grace that it just seemed to hypnotize everyone into stopping what they were doing and watched you in awe doing the most mundane things like walking or sitting

lmao couldnt be me

your confessions usually happened over letters bc either tol boys kunimi or kindaichi are usually around you at all times so theyre too scared to do anything

hence why your locker was always filled with envelopes yet no upfront public confessions

it ranged from upperclassmen and upperclasswomen who expressed their interest in you and wanted to date you and get to know you better

but tf you dont even know them and you werent about to date a whole stranger

this made the boys a little peeved because you were popular with both the boys and the gals so they were constantly on edge on who was talking to you

it was like having an oikawa 2.0 but not indulging them and pretending theyre not even there

like when you walk to class and sit down, they would flock over and offer you drinks and snacks but you either turned them down or just flat-out ignored them

maybe this was what fueled others on more

your reserved attitude and your refusals made it look like you were playing hard to get and it was almost like a game on who could win the heart of the princess of seijoh

this was proven really difficult because not only do they have your dismissals, you also had guard dogs at every corner and would bite their head off at the slight indication of an interaction

however,,,,

today,,,

this morning,,,,

at 7:53 AM,,,,

they saw you walking down the hallway with a purple-haired boy holding your bag and you giggling at what he was saying

um EXCUSE ME MAAM WHAT

EVERYONE HAS BEEN TRYING TO GAIN YOUR AFFECTIONS FOR MONTHS YET YOU ARE HERE INTERACTING WITH A MALE WHO NO ONE EVEN KNOWS

ESPECIALLY SINCE HE WAS A MALE WHO WAS STANDING RIGHT THERE RIGHT NEXT TO YOU AND HE WASNT A MEMBER OF THE TEAM

!!!!!

and ofc, the boys would immediately know even though theyre spread all over the school

it was kyoken who saw you as he was leaning against your locker and his eyes narrowed before he secretly took a picture and sent it to yahaba, asking if there was a new guy who entered the team while he was away

when he replied with a panicked, ‘NO WHO IS THAT’

kyoken was already advancing to you

yahaba-san immediately sent the picture to the team group chat, that excluded you rood, and oikawa wasted no time and even pushed some fangirls so he could go to you

‘-and she destroyed my sheets’

you laughed at the story and hitoshi stared at you with awe in his eyes

how can someone laugh so beautifully?

like a snort should be considered ugly and gross but it was like cute little squeaks from you and he thought you were like a fairy

‘oh god, i wasnt-’

you were cut off with a hand that held your arm

you came face to face with the glaring face of one of your boys and you immediately turned to him in concern, immediately grasping an arm with the other hand on his cheek to look for any cuts

he rarely comes to you on a normal basis so you thought something was wrong

‘whats wrong, kyo-san? did you get into a fight? do you need me to patch you up?’

he didnt care what you were saying, instead heatedly glaring at this new guy, and grunted a response to agreeing with you going to the nurse

just anywhere to get you away from this,,,, stranger

‘toshi i have to-’

then you were cut off again

‘YYYYY/NNNNNNN-CHHHHHAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

‘OI SHITTYKAWA!’

‘OIKAWA-SAN!’

‘OIKAWA!’

‘CAPTAIN!’

from behind you, 5 tol looming figures were running towards you and next thing you knew, you were in the arms of your captain

‘oikawa-san! what are you doing?!’

oikawa held you tightly against his chest and had his arms tightly around your form to prevent you from being taken away

most of the volleyball team were now circling you and pointedly glaring at the poor boy who was so confused that he wasnt bothered by the death glares

‘oh, its you’

kunimi grumbled

‘kunimi, whats happening?’

hitoshi questioned

you fought away from the hold of oikawa and pushed mattsukawa and hanamaki to stand in front of shinsou hitoshi

‘so sorry about this, toshi. i’ll help you with your room later and ill text you when practice is finished, okay?’

you sheepishly smiled and he nodded, his own smile reassuring you

‘yep. ill see you later then’

‘bye’

you softly said and he turned to walk away

but as soon as he was out of sight, you turned around with a grim looking expression and your hands on your hips, a hard look in your eyes

‘boys, what was that?’

you gritted out

‘y/n-chan! don’t you see?! he was going to take you away! he was an intrude-OW!’

he yelped when you reached up and grabbed his ear before grabbing the other closest who was iwaizumi

they both whined and complained about the ear and slapped your hand but you didnt let up

‘he is a friend, oikawa-san. you have no right on who i can be friends and who i can hang out with because i still have a life outside the team!’

you scolded and the others hung their heads low like puppies

‘sorry, y/n-chan’

oikawa mumbled and iwaizumi also mumbled his apology so you let go of them, dusting off your hands

‘and the rest of you, hold back your captain and dont intimidate him like that!’

‘sorry’

you sighed but ruffled their hair before turning to go to class

‘now, be good boys and dont bother others like this again’

‘yes’

they chorused and you nodded, satisfied

‘ill hold you to it!’

you shouted as you walked down the hallway

when you turned a corner, oikawa grabbed kunimi by the arms

‘you know him, dont you? who is he? what class? address? mother’s name? father’s name? age-’

‘oi stop it, shittykawa’

but despite that, iwaizumi looked at the younger, expecting answers as well

kunimi sighed

‘thats shinsou hitoshi from class 1-3. we have gym together’

and ‘we’ was kunimi and you since you were both in the same class so you constantly saw this shinsou boy?

nuh uh, dont think so, francisco

from the looks of it, you were still single and there was a pining from shinso’s part, maybe yours they dont know

and they were going to do everything in their power to keep you away from him

this was excused to them as protecting their manager from someone else and they werent going to let you be taken by someone else

during practice, they grilled you over your relationship with him

‘i honestly dont know why this is your business but if you must know, his adoptive father, aizawa-san, is my mother’s co-worker and i usually catsit for them. dont worry, we’re not dating. just friends, that’s all’

but they know it wasnt just a friendship type of situation

so when the 4 third years saw you being confessed to by this ‘friend’ outside, they almost toppled out the window as they tried to listen to what was being said

‘shittykawa get off my back!’

‘nuh uh! i want to see clearly!’

‘everyone needs to know that code red is happening!’

yall what

mattsun took a picture and sent it to the gc about their princess being confessed to

no one replied, possibly too upset or too busy sulking

kyoken actually had to be excused outside bc he was glaring at everyone and everything and the teacher and students were so scared that they had to take him out of class

they were even more peeved when you just walked in like nothing happened

you didnt mention the confession to anyone else the whole day and when you entered the gym, it was very tense

the coaches even looked confused

‘did you guys fight?’

you questioned but no one answered

kunimi and kindaichi were playing with a ball and glaring at it as it hit the floor

the 2nd years yes including kyobabie were pouting to the side

the 3rd years looked annoyed and pissed off

overall just not seijoh babie vibes

i am uncomfortable with the energy we have created in the gym today🧚✨

‘hey’

you gently said and walked to the captain to figure out what was going on

‘oikawa-san, what happened?’

‘are you dating him now, y/n?’

the seriousness in his voice shocked you and you took a step back in surprise

your expression made him think that you did accept the confession and he scoffed before walking away and doing a jump serve that sounded like a canon blasting

but you were actually confused and surprised that they even knew bc you were sure it was a secluded area where no one could see you

‘dating,,,? dating who?’

you asked to them and the 3rd years just knitted their eyebrows

‘dont play coy, y/n-chan’

oikawa hissed

‘no matter how many times i flirted or asked you on dates, you never said yes. never agreed or even showed a little bit of interest. on me!! your captain!!! but now!!! this little grape boy comes along and you suddenly start dating just because he has cats! what kinda bias is this?!’

he started ranting and whining and being a brat that you pinched his nose shut

‘oi, oikawa-san, are you jumping to conclusions again? first the hickey accident and now this?’

he made a whining noise for you to let go and rubbed his nose when you finally let go

you turned around to face the others and you sighed, massaging your temples

‘everyone, who spread this misunderstanding?’

no one pointed to anyone but their gazes settled on the thick eyebrow boy that you were sure wouldnt have ratted you out

a noise of surprise and betrayal escaped from you as mattsun quickly scrambled to get everyone to stop staring at him

‘MATTSUN-SAN! YOU-!’

you pointed at him and mattsun rushed forward to grab your hands before holding them close to his chest

‘y/n-chan, we just saw you when we were passing! it was makki who wanted to tell the others!’

the betrayal made iwa laugh but makki ran up to kick mattsun to the side

‘youre the one who committed the deed! i was merely suggesting it! it was iwaizumi who wanted to watch them first!’

‘IWA-SAN!’

you gasped at the normally chill third year and you didnt expect him to be the one who started it first

iwa panicked and held his hands out cautiously

‘y/n-chan, understand that i was just worried and i didnt want you to be outside by yourself after what happened, okay? i didnt know he was confessing to you’

you closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose tightly

‘again! whoever and whatever happens in my love life is my business! mine! and only mine! you cannot control it and get angry at ME because i do want a boyfriend and i do want to experience dating bc i want to know how it feels to be loved like that! so i wont let a bunch of children stop me from having that!’

the third years shared a look before they they gave up and nodded in defeat

but oikawa was the most offended

‘Y/N-CHAN! I ASK YOU ON DATES ALL THE TIME AND I ALWAYS OFFER TO GIVE YOU THAT LOVE SO WHY CAN’T IT BE ME?! WHAT DOES THAT GRAPE HUMANOID HAVE THAT I DONT?!’

he whined and stomped his foot after crossing his arms and a pout on his face

you shook your head, not even bothering to answer that, and went to the others

‘dont be mad and be upset, okay? i refused him bc i have no time for a relationship when im too busy looking after my own boys. i really dont want to add another’

kindaichi and yahaba’s face scrunched as they rushed forward to hug you

‘we thought you would leave us y/n-chan!’

‘stay as ours forever, okay?’

you were so relieved that they werent as aggressive as the oldests and gave each player their own favorite hugs

but you stopped in front of kyo, not really knowing how to hug him since youve never exactly showed any type of affection like that

so you were just awkwardly standing there with raised arms but he patted your head, you smiling and leaning more to his touch

‘hm, kyo-san, ya finally warming up to me?’

you teased but he scoffed, gently headbutting you with his forehead against yours

‘now, everyone! dont misunderstand and know that for as long as i will be a manager, i wont be in a relationship bc my time as a manager is too crucial since i would probably have to look after you so you dont get yourself to jail. a boyfriend is adding more boys in to that list and i dont want that. you will be my boys forever and i wont be taken from you so please trust on me and stop being so overprotective bc i wont give them the affection or wishes they want!’

oikawa teared up and was about to go trample you but he was held back

‘no! i want a hug! i want a family hug! cmon, iwa-chan!’

practice went by quickly but you demanded them to do 10 diving laps in punishment for all the misunderstandings theyve created

but they gladly did it bc it meant that you wont be taken from them and you would be theirs forever and their cute manager is going to pay attention to them and them only

i got serious yandere vibes from this but its so heartwarming that theyre so overprotective and lowkey you got yourself a harem

after practice, they all wanted to walk home with you but you told them that shinsou’s house was the other direction

‘y/n-chan! you said you wouldn’t-’

you rolled your eyes

‘oikawa-san, just because i refused that confession doesnt mean i will stop earning money. i still have to catsit for his family and earn my money!’

they only agreed when kyo said that he was walking that way too but they were still weary and jealous bc he got to spend more time with you than them

as you were both walking, you looked up at him

‘kyo-san, what type of hug do you like?’

‘hah?’

he looked down at you bc we short with wide eyes and flushed cheeks

you smiled and looked forward, skipping slightly

‘everyone in the team has their own special hugs. i want everyone to have one bc you all are individually special to me so-’

but he stopped walking and pulled arm before he lifted you up, making you squeak and wrap your legs around his waist

thank god you were wearing your tracksuit and not your skirt

‘k-kyo-san?’

bruh is it obv that kyoken is one of my favorite seijoh boys like bls love on him

he didnt want you to see his flustered expression bc he still has a reputation to uphold, yanno?

so he tucked it in your neck and you softly smiled before playing with the baby hairs at the base of his neck

‘you like this kind then, kyo-san? kinda aggressive but perfectly suits you, yanno?’

he just grunted and you laughed

he wasnt about to tell you that he liked holding you on his arms bc you were so tiny and so you that holding you like this makes him feel like he was protecting you and feel good about himself bc he gets to be the one who shields you from the world

yuhhhhh get it kyo

‘so yahaba-san told me that you got kicked out of class bc you scared the teacher and kids?’

you questioned and he left his spot on your neck and pulled his face back so you could clearly see his face

it was red and possibly flustered but you just snickered

he still held you by his strong arms so you were able to move your small hands to his face where he flinched at first but relaxed when you touched his cheeks

your fingers gently pulled the sides of his lips and you tilted your head to the side

‘you,,, look really handsome when you smile, kyo-san’

you whispered and he was so surprised that his tough mask fell and was replaced by wide eyes and his eyebrows rose up, the intimidating look disappearing from his eyes

‘i-i do?’

you bit your lip bc this was so different from the aggressive kyo you knew and you didnt expect this type of innocence that he just showed you

maybe he wasnt so innocent from the fights and arguments he has started or been in

but he was so innocent to soft touches and compliments bc he wasnt exposed to it, only used to the ones that were said due to the aura he exuded or his looks

‘yep, you do. so keep smiling for me, kay? dont have to be around the others or all the time, but i,,, want to see it sometimes’

he blinked at you but quickly went back to your neck to hide the big smile that was threatening to come out

you felt his lips move and you laughed

‘noooo! kyo-san!!! i want to see your smilee!!! dont hide it!!!’

but it was cut short when a familiar shout was heard from the other side of the street that was near the school

it seemed that oikawa was worried about you walking alone with kyoken so he followed you both with the other third years

‘kyoken-chan! y/n-chan!’

he shouted in betrayal

you were about to get away from kyo’s hold but he tightened his grip and leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead, still staring straight at the captain

‘mine’

again, do you know what happened next?

oikawa screamed

this was actually pretty funny to write bc wowza oikawa is so oikawa and hes just so oikawa-like, yanno? and im still simping over kyoken and shinsou is my ult fave in bnha and i really love him like ugghhhh :’)

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cathrrrine · 3 years

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Otherworldly | SPN x The Witcher

Originally from my AO3

CHAPTER 1 - How Did We End Up Here?

( forgive me if the facts are WILDLY inaccurate bro...i just write 4 fun dont bully me...also ive only known The Witcher from the Netflix adaptation)

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“Red!” Dean yelled, tossing her a knife as he kicked the demon in front of him. She caught the blade just in time to stab the black-eyed vessel that had her pinned to the wall.

Red and the Winchesters were no strangers to a bloody battle with demons in play. This time it was just as gruel, just as wild and just as exhausting. “I think that’s the last of them,” Sam panted, walking towards his brother and his best friend with a slight limp—they weren’t usually lucky in getting out of a fight without a single scratch. After all, it was only three of them against what seemed like a dozen. “We should get going before more of them show up.”

”You okay, Sam?” Red rushed to his side, putting his arm around her to help balance him. “What happened?”

”One of them managed to scratch my calf with a knife. It’s not that bad.”

Dean turned his head slightly to look at the pair, a small smile tugged at his lips. His brother never admitted it, but Dean knew how smitten he was with Red. Suddenly, both Red and Sam’s froze in their spot, their eyes glued to something in front of them. Dean whipped his head around only to see a raven-haired woman staring at the three of them with dark eyes. Red scowled, automatically reaching for her weapon.

“Atë.” The Greek Goddess of Mischief. This was not their first encounter. Red’s heart beat with rage, anger clouding her vision. The deity in front of her had killed many people, including her very own sister. She wanted nothing more than to kill the being. All three of them were already pointing their guns at her. But guns were no use. Nothing Red tried before had killed the Goddess. Guns, knives, arrows...she seemed indestructible. But that wasn’t going to keep her from trying.

”I can smell your displeasure from here.” Atë narrowed her eyes, looking pointedly at their guns. “Trust me, mortals. There’s nothing you can do that will kill me.”

”Watch me try, bitch.”

”Your words do not hurt me either.” A dry chuckle escaped her lips.

”What do you want?” Sam hissed.

”For you to stop interrupting my plans.”

“Heh, well no can do. We’re not letting you destroy our world anytime soon.” Dean kept his gun pointed at her. He knew it wouldn’t kill her, but it could very well slow her down.

Atë did not reply. Instead, she kept her intense gaze fixed on them. They stared back twice as hard, ignoring the uneasy feeling that was starting to brew in the pits of their stomachs.

”I think it’s time I finally get rid of you three.” And with that, she rose her pale arms to the air, hailing a cloud of dark blue mist. It descended from the ceiling, and all the three humans could do was watch in horror.

They went to shoot at her but she was no longer there, and soon the whole area was covered in the mist.

It was like it happened in slow-motion. There was nothing they could do, they were helpless as the mist surrounded them. It spiralled like a hurricane, blocking all their senses. Before they were completely engulfed, Red noticed a flash of white light but it disappeared just as soon as she blinked.

Red tried to reach for the two men, but her body felt languid. She tried to call out for them, but her voice was gone, her throat dry and coarse. It was a state of frenzy that she didn’t know how to react to. Everything was out of control. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to stop from screaming—there wouldn’t even be any sound.

It felt like an eternity before she felt a thud, she had landed on her stomach. She clenched the ground beneath her, feeling the familiar texture of soft, damp soil.

”Red!”

She groaned, tears threatening to prick at her eyes from the overwhelming sense of relief. “Sam?” She managed to whisper.

”Red, are you okay?” He helped her up, his voice thick with worry. She didn’t look injured, but he asked anyway.

”I’m fine, just a little bit dizzy. Where are-“ Before she could say anything else, a loud groan from Dean cut her off.

”Guys!” The older Winchester called out. “I don’t know what the hell that is, but I don’t think it’s anywhere near friendly.”

It was an insect-like creature covered in what seemed like black goo, standing ten feet across from where they were. The three of them were once again frozen, confused and scared. But it was Dean who snapped them out of the trance when the creature started to move.

”What should we do?”

”Run.”

”Shoot.”

”You think our bullets will work?” Dean looked at Sam.

”Guys, I think we should run. NOW.” Just when Red said that, the creature ran at full speed towards them. They ran towards god-knows-where, desperate for safety. They were pumped with adrenaline, but even that wasn’t enough. They were already tired from killing the demons before.

”It's chasing us!” The forest was thick, and they ran as fast as they could without a clearing in sight. Sam was slowing down as the wound on his leg worsened. Dean noticed and put his brother’s arm around his own shoulders, doing the same thing Red did before. Red stayed behind them, turning to shoot at the creature. It slowed it down, but not enough.

“I’m running out of bullets.” She cried. She fumbled around for her blade, but in the blink of an eye, the creature pounced at her, causing her to fall down.

”Fuck. Red!” The two Winchesters ran over to help her but the creature moved fast.

She managed to dodge an attack just in time, rolling over to her side. The blade came in handy as she slashed it at the creature. It cried out, but it seemed to only make it mad. Red struggled, squirming beneath it’s grasp.

That was when they met him.

He plunged his sword into the creature, pulled it out and beheaded it. Just like that, it was dead. Red was in shock, but she managed to assess the man who saved her.

He was a tall, muscular man with long white hair, pale skin and...black eyes.

”Shit.” She scrambled to get up. It was another demon. “What do you want?” She had enough of them.

The white-haired demon scowled. “I just saved your life.”

”To hell with that.” She seethed. “Did Lucifer send you?”

The Winchesters had just caught up, out of breath, but they pulled their guns out and aimed it at the demon as soon as they saw him.

”Give us one good reason why we shouldn’t send you back to hell.” said Dean.

The black-eyed man pulled out his sword, “I’m not here to kill you.” His voice was low, and British, they noticed. The scowl on his face was still evident. “I did my job. I killed the Kikimora. Now put your weapons down before this gets ugly.”

”The what?” Red lowered her weapon. The name of the creature sounded familiar. She had read it somewhere before.

”Kikimora. That’s the thing that almost killed you.” The tone of his voice was sharp.

”Wait, what-“ She turned to the Winchesters, eyes wide with confusion. “Where are we?”

”It doesn’t look like Kansas anymore. But first, who are you? Who sent you?”

The man laughed. “One of you townspeople.”

”You don’t work for Lucifer?”

”No.” He replied curtly.

”You’re...” Red was shaking. She didn’t know if it was from the cold or from the exhaustion, but her body didn’t feel like it wanted her to stay upright anymore. Nonetheless, she stood up without letting it show that she was weak. “You have black eyes. You’re a demon, but you don’t work for Lucifer?”

”Demon?” He scoffed. “The black eyes are from a potion I drank. I’m a Witcher.” He said as-a-matter-of-factly. Like it was obvious. “Now, before you waste anymore of my breath, I’m going to ask you one more time. Put. Your weapons. Down.”

The three of them shared confused glances as they obliged.

“Can I ask you one more question?”

The ‘Witcher’ grunted. Red took that as a yes.

“Where are we?”

”Blaviken.”

”Blavi- What? Which part of the world did Atë send us to?” Dean exclaimed.

”Sorry, we’re really not from...around here. Are we in Europe?” said Sam.

The man stared at him blankly.

”Asia?”

”You’re in The Continent.”

”But...which continent exactly?”

Dean decided to join the conversation. “Just tell us where we are and we won’t bother you any longer.”

”I have, if you listened.” The Witcher grunted again. “You’re in Blaviken.” “I’ve never heard of that place, ever. Are we even still on Earth?”

When no response came, Sam continued. ”How far is Kansas from here?”

”I don’t know where that is.” Although he acted like he was annoyed, it seemed like he was getting more intrigued.

As the men conversed, trying to figure out the geography, Red stayed silent. She was mentally mapping the whole fiasco up in her head. She remembered a conversation between her and her sister when they did research on the Goddess.

"Guys." The redhead turned to them, a flustered look plastered onto her face. "I’ve got a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore, in fact..."

“I think we’re in another universe.”

#ate is the greek goddess of mischief #CANON DIVERGENCE #otherworldly #sam winchester #sam winchester x you #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #supernatural #supernatural reader insert #spn x the witcher #the witcher netflix #geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #the witcher fanfiction

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kidcorestickers · 3 years

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a common argument i hear for why midoriya can’t possibly be attracted to guys is that he blushes around women, meaning that he has to be attracted to them. except considering the context behind those interactions, i dont think that’s a flawless reason.

when midoriya gets flustered around uraraka, he specifically says that he hadn’t ever talked to a girl before then and didn’t know what to say or do. he stumbles over his words and gets embarrassed because he’s drawing a blank. not even in his thoughts does he ever mention being attracted to her.

he pointedly looks away when hatsume falls on top of him during the chaos of the explosion in the support lab because 1) she’s in his personal space and 2) he knows he’s probably not supposed to be staring at a girl’s cleavage. he doesn’t comment on the situation, nor does he show attraction to her. he just looks away out of common courtesy (same with nejire’s dress). he isn’t even really blushing in these scenes.

during the license exam arc, camie (aka toga copying camie) is very obviously flirting with him, but he only really gets flustered when her “disguise” starts to melt and partially reveals her skin. he looks away again out of courtesy, but only really focuses on the fight.

it seems like he only really gets embarrassed around girls in one of two situations:

1. they’re in his personal space and he doesn’t know how to respond

2. they’re in compromising positions or parts of their bodies are revealed and he’s looking away to be respectful

it doesn’t mean that he can’t be attracted to women, it just means that the “blushing = attraction” argument removes the entire context behind the scenes and ignores midoriya’s own internal monologue about how he’s never interacted with a girl before meeting uraraka at the entrance exam.

also

he can like guys AND girls

#mha #bnha #midoriya izuku #dont even get me started on how many times hes blushed around katsuki #and when he was very visibly flustered around a male pro hero in team up mission #midoriya izuku: bisexual disaster

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tj-wrote-things · 3 years

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Midtown Ice

Bucky x Sam (Established Relationship)

Warnings: None whatsoever its just shenanigans

A/N: Uhhh this is based off of a TikTok I saw I dont remember who made it. Anyways enjoy this is kinda short but still cute. Can you tell I like SamBucky

“Expect a scathing yelp review for this terrible service.” The door swung shut behind them, leaving an exhausted Peter Parker alone for the rest of the evening.

Word Count: 451

“I wanna try the strawberry.”

“How could you possibly want to try more ice cream,” Peter asked the older man, 90 years older, in fact, though he never really acted like it. “You’ve tried almost every flavor!”

“So?” Bucky shot back. “I can be picky! I'm 107, I've earned it. Strawberry.”

Peter very nearly cried at the demand. “Guys please,” he cried out, exasperated. “You’ve been here for twenty minutes!” Sam shook his head resolutely, studying the various ice cream cartons like they were mission reports.

“It's an important decision.” He smacked bucky on the shoulder and looked at Peter pointedly. “And my boyfriend here wants to try the strawberry.”

“Again?!”

“Yes, again. I Forgot how it tasted after trying the mocha.” Sam stifled a grin and threw an arm around Bucky.

“You know honey, now that you mention it, the Mocha’s starting to sound real good. Lemme’ try that one.” Peter sighed and adjusted his Midtown Ice baseball cap as he moved for the mocha carton.

“You guys don't even live in this part of the city. You live in Manhattan.” he muttered. Bucky looked at him sharply.

“Hey, now,” he said holding up a hand. “I believe I asked for the Strawberry first… right babe?” Bucky turned to Sam, who nodded in agreement.

“That's right,” he said to Peter. “What kinda customer service is this? Making him wait like that?” Peter dropped his jaw and gestured to the strawberry carton, all the way on the other end of the store counter.

“Are you serious?” The couple smiled at the teen.

“Customer service is not a joke, Parker.” The brown haired boy shook his head and made for the strawberry carton, taking care to scoop ice cream onto the tiny spoon from a section with freezer burn.

“Here you are, sir.” He emphasized, jerking the spoon over. Bucky hummed appreciatively as he ate the ice cream, only wincing a tad at the ice on the treat. Peter made his way back to the other side and scooped up some mocha. Sam pursed his lips as he watched Peter bring him the ice cream. At the very last moment he hissed.

“Actually… I’d rather try the strawberry. Feelin’ kinda fruity.” Bucky shook his head, staring at his tiny spoon.

“Man, don’t bother. Flavor’s terrible. We should go to Rita’s.” Bucky tossed the spoon into the trash bin by the door as the duo made their way to the exit.

Sam turned back at the flabbergasted boy as he held the door open for Bucky.

“Expect a scathing yelp review for this terrible service.” The door swung shut behind them, leaving an exhausted Peter Parker alone for the rest of the evening.

#marvel #mcu #sambucky #tfatws #raginghomosexuals #gay love #peter parker #sam x bucky #samwilson #buckybarnes #oneshots #drabble #for fun #tiktok

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mistymark · 4 years

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the one with the second chance. [renjun]

summary: you and renjun take part in a video interview following your ex-boyfriend interview.

make sure you read [ex boyfriend interview series masterlist] first !

[the one with the second chance series masterlist] [main masterlist]

[The video begins with the same bare set. Both the wall and the ground are grey, save for the two black spinning stools in the middle of the screen, only a metre or two apart.]

[From the left side of the screen, a boy enters. He sits down on the stool closest to him, looking expectantly off to the right side of the camera. A moment later, another person enters, happily sitting on the second stool. They both turn to the camera.]

[Hi, guys. Thank you for coming back to us. Our first video was a hit and we were hoping you could answer some questions following your first interview. They will be simple questions - where you are in your lives and relationships now - but, as usual, if any question makes you uncomfortable, just let us know. Ready to start?]

[Could you introduce yourselves? Name, profession, and relationship status, please.]

Y/n, smiling comfortably at the camera: my name’s y/n. I'm a full-time college student

[She pauses.]

[Renjun drags his eyes from the camera to look at her. She tries to suppress a smile.]

Renjun, urging her to continue: and?!

Y/n, gesturing to the boy beside her with a roll of her eyes: and I'm dating Renjun.

[Renjun smiles in satisfaction.]

Renjun: I’m Renjun. I am also a full-time college student.

[He smirks.]

Renjun: I’m single

[Y/n’s eyes widen as she turns to look at him in confusion. He laughs at her expression.]

Renjun, still laughing: I’m kidding. Y/n’s my girlfriend.

Y/n, mumbling: not for long, buddy.

[Renjun grins.]

[Now, first things first, have you watched your interview?]

[They both hesitate and then nod.]

Y/n, faintly blushing: I actually watched the whole series.

[Someone off-side laughs at her shyness.]

Renjun, looking confusedly between his girlfriend and the staff: I think I just watched ours.

[Any thoughts?]

Y/n: Renjun’s favourite thing about me is my appearance.

Renjun, rolling his eyes as he explains to the camera: we’ve had this conversation a hundred times.

Renjun: what I meant was: y/n is beautiful inside and out. it just came out...

Y/n: wrong?

[Renjun nods.]

Renjun, shrugging: oops.

[It has been six months since your first time on this channel. Has anything changed since then?]

Renjun, smiling as he cocks an eyebrow: you mean other than the fact that we’re dating now?

[Yes.]

Y/n: uh... not really. we’re now in our second year of college but, other than that, it’s the same old same old.

Renjun, turning to y/n, a sincere expression on his face: you got a guinea pig.

[Y/n attempts to stifle a giggle. The staff behind the camera do not attempt the same, and laughter can be heard from off-set. Renjun looks at the camera in surprise.]

[You guys are dating now.]

[They nod.]

[One comment wanted to know if you took it slow or if it was easy to slip into a routine again.]

[Renjun raises his eyebrows in surprise.]

Renjun: People were that confident we’d get back together?

[Y/n laughs.]

[When did that happen?]

[They both turn to each other to answer the question.]

Y/n: ...uh

[She’s blushing slightly. Renjun smirks.]

Renjun: pretty much straight away.

[Y/n turns to him in shock.]

Y/n: what? you liar!

Y/n, turning to the camera again: we took it slow. we hadn’t seen each other in ages. we went on a few dates and...

Renjun: now we’re dating.

[Y/n shakes her head at his bluntness, but the smile on her face radiates love.]

[You’ve been dating now for six months, then?]

[They respond at the same time.]

Renjun: yes.

Y/n: Five months.

[They both face each other on their stools. Y/n is clearly exasperated, but Renjun remains calm, smirking.]

Y/n: Renjun!

Renjun, smiling at the camera, purposely teasing her: what?

Y/n: we didn’t start dating straight away.

Renjun, looking back at her: I wanted us to start dating straight away.

Y/n: but we didn’t.

Renjun: ...fine.

Renjun, turning to the camera again, speaking pointedly: it’s been five months.

[Y/n shakes her head as she turns to the camera again.]

[Renjun, you said you wanted to start dating almost straight away. What made you feel that way?]

[Y/n is clearly interested in his answer. She leans forward on her stool, resting her elbows on her thighs. Renjun clears his throat.]

Renjun: she was both different and the same. it was practically impossible for me not to start liking her again.

[Y/n raises an eyebrow at his answer.]

Renjun: she was still the same y/n I dated two years ago, but she had grown. my girlfriend practically radiates confidence now. it was very-

y/n, almost laughing, mimicking his voice from their first interview: sexy?

[He laughs, but nods.]

[Y/n, what were your impressions of Renjun after your first interview?]

Y/n, jokingly: I mean, he was clearly not over me.

[Renjun smiles but simultaneously tries to kick her stool. He misses. Y/n grins at this.]

Y/n, now serious: nah, I thought he had grown up a lot.

Y/n, teasingly, leaning towards Renjun: you’re really hot, you know?

[He makes an indescribable face, but she seems satisfied with his reaction.]

[There were a lot of comments about how you still obviously had a lot of chemistry, despite your relationship status.]

[Both nod. Y/n’s lip quirks up slightly.]

[Do you have anything to say in response to that?]

[They both break out into big smiles when they look at each other.]

[They turn to the camera and simultaneously shake their heads. Their smiles are secretive.]

[Now back to the old questions. What do you love most about each other?]

Renjun: oh, geez, this again

Y/n, teasingly: say it.

Renjun: this is my second chance, isn’t it?

Renjun: Y/n is beautiful inside and out.

Y/n, nodding: better.

Y/n, laughing: I really hope they edit that so it sounds like you’re just saying im beautiful on the outside.

Renjun, shaking his head and laughing: you’re awful.

Y/n, now serious: This is going to sound really cheesy.

[Renjun stares blankly at something under the camera, but sits up a little straighter.]

Y/n: but I have to agree with the comments; I think we do have natural chemistry.

[Renjun smiles and Y/n groans, holding a hand out in his direction so she can’t see his face as she continues.]

Y/n: It was very easy to fall in l- very easy to fall back to our old habits and relationship.

[Y/n’s face is much redder than before.]

[You’ve read a lot of the comments under your video?]

Y/n, laughing shyly: yeah, I have

[Anything you’d like to address there?]

Y/n: um...

[Zoom in on Y/n]

Y/n: Renjun isn’t single, guys

Y/n, shrugging: sorry

[Loud laughter can be heard from Renjun as he keels over on his stool.]

[Zoom out]

[Renjun keeps laughing.]

[What do you hate most about each other?]

Renjun: easy.

[Y/n startles at how quickly he spoke.]

Renjun: all my friends love her

[Y/n begins to smile, equally confused and happy.]

Renjun: whenever I tell them I'm going out with Y/n, they always ask to come along

Y/n, jokingly: how is that my fault?

[She dramatically flicks a strand over her shoulder.]

Y/n: Similar to what Renjun said but...

Y/n: my family is in love with him

[Renjun smiles at this. He’s clearly very happy with this fact.]

Y/n: If we ever broke up-

Renjun: you’re planning on breaking up with me?

[He raises an eyebrow. Y/n laughs.]

Y/n: no. but if we did.

Renjun: if we did... what?

Y/n: I think my family would be more heartbroken than me.

Renjun, to the camera: we’ve only just started dating and she’s already thinking about breaking up with me

Y/n, from off-set: that’s not what I said!

[Final question: would you say you were in love? Remember you can skip it.]

Y/n: um...

[Y/n looks at Renjun, who is suddenly more embarrassed.]

Renjun: I dont think-

[He takes one look at Y/n’s face and quickly finishes his sentence.]

Renjun: I’d want to admit it for the first time here.

[Y/n’s eyes are wide as she processes what he’s saying.]

Y/n, smiling at him: me too.

Renjun, suddenly to the interviewer: we were one of the favourites, right?

[Yes, actually. We interviewed over 30 couples and you two were definitely in the top 10.]

Renjun: knew it.

[That’s the end of the interview, guys. Thanks for coming back.]

Y/n: thank you for having us.

Renjun: thank you.

[He stands up and fishes his phone out of his pocket, scrolling through something. Y/n ties her shoe lace and then stands up, too.]

Renjun, still looking at his phone: Ready?

[Y/n nods.]

Y/n: mhmm.

Renjun, beginning to walk, his hand outstretched behind him for her to take: three options for lunch-

Y/n, slipping her hand into his: the second, definitely.

Renjun, laughing: you haven’t even heard them!

[The sound begins to fade as they exit the set.]

Y/n: fine, which do you think?

Renjun: yeah, the second one.

[The sound cuts and the screen fades to black.]

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risoria · 3 years

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i was tagged by @chnqin (thank u!! this was a very fun little game :’)) for this one, and i’m tagging @koalammas, @oneweirdcryptid, @monstermarcie, @blackandwhitemotley and @driszol if you feel up for it! i did it for the untamed but you can just change the fandom to another of your choice, of course!~

Character Interactions

Answer these random questions and tag anyone you would like to see answer them

Which character would you want as your roommate?

tempted to put lan wangji just because he’s my fave, but let’s be real i would never dare approach him and it’d be awkward as hell. also tempted to second you and go with jiang yanli because she’s an Angel, and the warmest person on earth. i think however i’m gonna go with nie huaisang simply because he seems rather chill and Also Loves Birds...... our bird menagerie.... heaven. 75% of the apartment would be aviaries and edible plants and branches and bird poop. there’d be doves and canaries and society finches and lineolated parakeets and button quail (these are just my dream birds. sorry to namedrop), and probably lovebirds and parrotlets and more canaries and mynahs, on his part. the. dream. also chickens in the yard!

he would teach the lovebirds and the mynahs to say THE creepiest sentences in strange voices, and it would just be a madhouse, constantly. (also whenever meng yao would come over one of the mynahs would just look him straight in the eye and say “... bitch” in the most bone-chilling, low whisper. only to him, never anyone else. i think eventually, he’d stop coming over.)

Who would be the best driver (in a modern au, sword flying is a completely different question)

i think wangji because he’d follow every single traffic rule to the point where people get super annoyed and yell at him to just pass that super slow truck already oh my god the road is clear, and he’d just pointedly ignore them. literally impossible to rile him up, unless jiang cheng is backseat driving in which case he goes even slower.

Who would be the worst driver?

jiang “road rage” cheng. second worst driver teenage jin “road rage but Small” ling, but he later grows out of it. xue yang likes to pretend he has a license or at least Passably knows how to drive, for fun. has totalled at least one car but it’s alright it was wen chao’s.

Who would be the best at home brewing?

i feel like wei wuxian might take this up as a hobby (partially to hide how much he drinks?? oh i made myself sad.. ), experiments a LOT with the wildest fruit etc combinations you can think of. it all tastes heavenly.

Who would be the most likely to have a really weird pet (LWJ doesn't count) and what would that pet be?

i dont know why but in my heart wen ning would have an axolotl, and xiao xingchen would also have an axolotl, and they keep running into each other at the pet store buying Axolotl Food.

Who could best pull off tie-dye robes?

i think im going to have to agree with lan jingyi here because i honestly cant even picture anyone else in them

Who would be the best juggler?

jin ling because he had a phase when he was like 11 when he wanted to be a magician, and then a year later thought it was super embarrassing but now he Knows how to juggle and it will stay with him forever

Who would you call if you needed to bury a body?

ok so. first instinct was xue yang, for reasons that should be obvious, but to be honest i think he’s more the “just leave them right in the street” kinda guy... digging is sooo boring. he always bullies su she into burying all the people meng yao has him kill, and at this point su she could do it in his sleep, and probably has, many a late night. so, su she.

Which character would you want to be your best friend?

i’m gonna be Soft for a moment and go for my faves because i love them so lan wangji and xiao xingchen

#tag games #thank for tagging me <3 #and sorry i'm always so slow ghgj #long post

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rowanwhitethornisbae · 3 years

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Liabilities Chapter 4

A/N: Sorry for taking so long for this next update!! Warnings for this are the same as all other chapters. Beware this is heavy chapter! I promise it pretty much goes completely uphill from here.

liabilities masterlist

Rowan Whitethorn had never been this bored in his entire life. Or at least since 8 o clock, when Aelin had kissed his cheek and abandoned him to suffer through calculus all alone. She had been bouncing on her toes all morning, nervous beyond belief about seeing Lorcan for the first time since they'd slept together. Rowan had tried to calm her nerves while simaltaneously trying not to vomit and the thought of his two friends doing ... well that.

Now, he was sitting in the back of Mr. Faliq's class, doodling aimlessly on the front of his textbook. Math had never been Rowan's best subject anyway. Infact, the only reason he'd taken it was so that he and Aelin might have at least one class together. With her wanting to be a doctor and him wanting to be a lawyer, their senior year courses didnt exactly cross over. Unfourtunately, it hadnt worked out, and Rowan had a whole semester to suffer through whatever this was without his best friend beside him.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, the bell to signal the end of first period sounded throughout the room. Rowan was out of his seat and across the room before the rest of class had even begun packing their books. Once he was out in the hallway, he felt like he could finally breathe again. Rowan really needed to think about dropping that course, he'd even take art at this point. An image popped into his head of the last thing he'd tried to paint, a picture for Aelin that had turned into more of a brown blob than anything. Laughing, he walked down the hall towards Aelin's class. Students were beginning to pour out of classrooms and he spotted his friends down the hall.

They were standing by Lorcan's locker, the tall male leaning his head against the wall. He looked positively miserable as he toyed with the strap of his bag, doing practicaly anything to avoid Aelin's gaze. Still, she was looking right at him, gesturing wildly with her hands. Rowan hung back for a moment to watch, not wanting to interupt. After a few more seconds of talking to no one, Aelin socked Lorcan in the arm. Rowan could almost here him groan as he finally looked down at Aelin. She looked relieved as she launched into speaking all over again. When she was done, Aelin paused, apprehension shining in her eyes. Lorcan hesitated a moment before sighing and folding her into his arms. Her shoulders slumped with relief as she hugged him back. When they finally pulled away, Aelin was positively beaming and Rowan couldn't hold back the smile that tugged at his lips in response.

Still smiling, Aelin grabbed Lorcan's hand and pulled him down the hall towards Rowan. Just before they got withing hearing distance Aelin said something to Lorcan that made his head tip back in laughter. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached Rowan.

They stopped infront of him and Lorcan looked up at Rowan slowly. Aelin surveyed the two males tentatively, as if preparing to seperate a fight.

"Hey." Lorcan said at last, his low voice rougher than normal.

"Hey." Rowan replied, nodding his head slightly.

Just as the silence became unbearably thick, a cheerful voice broke through the haze.

"Hey guys." Fenrys said, throwing his arm around Aelin. "I haven't seen any of you since the party, how were your weekends?"

"Totally normal." Aelin blurted at the same time that Lorcan said. "Nothing special."

Fenrys brows narrowed but he didnt push it. "Um okay. What about you Rowan?"

"Shitty." He admitted, avoiding anyone but Fenrys' gaze.

"Aw sorry about that man. I saw you leave the party alone, that sucks. It's been a while since you got laid huh."

Rowan couldnt stop the blush forming. "Uh yeah I dont know, I guess it depends on your definition of a while."

"Wasn't the last one Remelle?" Fenrys asked. Gods sometimes he just wanted to punch Fenrys out.

"Remelle." Aelin blurted. "Rowan that was all the way back in July. Its been like three months."

He was definetly blushing now. Remelle had been his last failed attempt at getting over his being in love with Aelin. He’d thrown up as soon as he’d left their room and from that moment on just touching other women had made him feel slightly nauseous.

“Yeah well I just haven't really clicked with anyone since I guess.” He stumbled over his words. Lorcan was shooting him a knowing look that Rowan pointedly ignored.

“Whatever.” Fenrys said shrugging. “Where’d you two disappear off too. I could've used some help with clean up.”

Instantly all three of them looked down at their shoes, shoulders tensed. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Rowan decided to put everyone out of their miseries.

“They fucked.” He said, his voice carefully exempt of any emotion.

Fenrys mouth fell wide open. “What.” He paused. “Um Wha- How?” At last he sighed. “WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK.” He half yelled.

A few freshman walking by giggled and scurried down the hall.

“Well we were both drunk and not really thinking and somehow we ended up in his bed. But we’re good now so let’s just all forget it ever happened okay?” The plea in Aelin’s voice tightened something in Rowan’s chest.

Fenrys, who was still staring at Lorcan, his jaw practically on the floor, said nothing. Lorcan swore under his breath and grabbed Fenrys, dragging him down the hall away from Aelin and Rowan. Good, let Lorcan deal with his best friend and Rowan would deal with his.

They walked down the hall in silence for a few seconds. Rowan fought to hold back everything he wanted to say. He could feel their friendship slowly falling apart, like a burning house. Yet he couldn't say or do anything out of fear that the whole thing would come crumbling down with one wrong touch. Instead, he allowed himself to focus on the pattern of footsteps against the school tile floor. He watched Aelin’s hands swing back and forth, shaking violently.

“Aelin are you okay?” He asked tentatively.

She jerked her head towards him, then down to her hands, and then back up again. Eyes still on him, she pulled her sweater down to cover her shaking hands.

“Um yeah its just... well I stopped the drugs and everything very suddenly and it’s a little hard on my body.”

“How hard.” He asked, concern shining in his bright green eyes.

“Most people phase out of the shit I did slowly. Stopping it all at once is hard.”

“That’s not what I asked.” He didn't raise his voice but his tone was firm in the way that demanded answers.

She took a long breath in through her nose. “Some vomiting, cold chills and sweating, a pounding headache, shaking, a couple fucked up dreams.”

“So you’re in withdrawal.”

“Yeah from like three different things at once.” Aelin let out a small laugh, as if this was all funny for her.

“Do you want me to take you home?” He offered.

“What no.” She rolled her ankle around in a circle. “I’ll see you at lunch.”

Then she was gone.

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Rowan Whitehorn had thought calculus was the worst class he’d have to suffer through. French, made that course look like a fucking summer breeze. Honestly this class wouldn't even have been that hard if he could speak the language at all. Aelin and him had always wanted to go backpacking through Europe, so when he said he couldn't speak French, she practically signed him up herself.

“Rowan.” A voice snapped him out of his daze. The principal was standing in the class doorway, panting, as if she’d ran here. The look in her eyes made Rowan’s heart lurch forward in his chest.

“Yeah,” He said, already walking towards her.

“Come with me.” Then they were walking swiftly down the hall.

“What’s going on?” A part of him didn't really want an answer.

The principal swallowed and began jogging down the hall. “It’s Aelin.”

A part of him had already known. Had wanted it to be false, but known all the same. Still, it didn't stop the panic that seized him so completely, had him practically running down the halls now, feed sliding on the freshly cleaned tile.

The rounded the corner and Rowan stopped dead on his feet. There, sitting against the wall just outside her art classroom, was Aelin. Her arms were wrapped around her petite frame, as if she could hold herself together. She was shaking uncontrollably, her head buried in her knees. Even from a few metres away, Rowan could hear how she tried and failed to gulp down air. There were no tears on her face, just blind panic. Fenrys was kneeling in front of her, a panicked expression on his face and he tried to calm her down.

Rowan ignore the small puddle of vomit on the floor as he pushed Fenrys away and kneeled before Aelin. He was close enough now to hear her muttering something, words he couldn't decipher.

Ever so carefully, he grabbed her violently seizing wrists and pried them from her knees. Her hands were freezing cold, and Rowan resisted the urge to drop them. Instead, he covered them with his own and waited for her to look at him.

“Aelin” He said softly, failing to hide the pain in his voice. “Look at me love.”

She didn't. Some of the shaking in her hands had ceased though, becoming more tremors than anything.

“Aelin everything is going to be okay. I can help you alright. I just need you to look at me.”

Slowly, so slow that he felt as though time itself had been warped, she lifted those blue eyes to his own. He stared at her broken face, letting her know that he saw every part of her and was not afraid.

“Just breathe with me.” He took one of her hands and placed it against his chest. “Just like this.”

He inhaled slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. After a brief second of hesitation, Aelin did the same.

“Good.” He murmured softly, and repeated the action. “You’re doing so good.”

He continued to breathe in and out until Aelin’s own breath had steadied. Even then, he refused to remove her hand from his chest.

At long last, she spoke. “I don't know what happened.” The words came out scratchy. “One second I was painting, green flowers like your eyes. Then someone spilled red paint on the floor. It looked like blood Rowan. Like his blood all over the tile. Suddenly the walls started closing in and I couldn't breathe. There was blood everywhere and he was dying all over again and I just couldn't fucking breathe.” A strangled cry broke from her lips on the last words.

“We’re going to go home now okay? I’m going to take you home.” He paused to weigh her reaction. She tried to stand up but her legs were shaking so much that it didn't work. Instead, she collapsed back down withe another small broke sob. Rowan’s fucking heart was shattering.

“Can I pick you up?” He asked. Her small nod was answer enough. Leaning down, he curled one arm under her legs and the other below her neck. Still shaking slightly, she buried her head in his chest, as if hiding from the rest of the world.

The principal was still staring at them in shock. Fenrys must've gone to get Lorcan who was now watching Rowan and Aelin with pure devastation on his face. “We’ll be by later.” Lorcan said as they passed.

“Alright.”

When they reached Rowan’s car, he placed Aelin in the passenger seat before climbing in as well.

“Thank you.” Her words carried some of that fearless strength and determination he’d missed. “For everything. You have no idea what it means to me. I honestly don't think i’d still be here without you Ro.”

“Anytime.” He tried not to focus on the deja vu of this situation. Tried and failed to forget that it was barely two days ago when he’d placed a shaking Aelin in the front seat of his car. He was always saving her, not that he had minded much before. But now, as they pulled out of the parking lot, Rowan wondered if maybe there was more out there.

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pietropatrol · 4 years

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Marvel High (Part 4)

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A/N: Happy Fic Fri--Saturday! Had this most of the way written up yesterday, but my daughter has not been going down at her bedtime very well so I didn’t get it done before bed! But here I am now, posting as my husband is now trying to get her to go back to sleep. Babies, I tell yah.

Welcome to Marvel High, where being the new kid wasn’t the worst. Your homeroom couldn’t be weirder though; your teacher wears an eye patch and is always shouting for some reason, and a group of dysfunctional teens calling themselves the “Avengers.” Probably the weirdest thing is their insistence that you join.

Pairing: Pietro x Reader Warnings: language, sexual innuendos, teenage substance abuse Words: 1,300ish

The dynamic of the group was odd to witness. They all had drastically different personalities, something you had already gleaned from the bickering during the school day, but under the influence of alcohol, it became even more obvious. It was as if the group was comprised of smaller groups.

The Maximoff twins were obvious. Natasha and Clint were a pair, that you were sure of. The way they shadowed each other and communicated in their body language was hard to ignore. Either they had been friends for a long time or something was going on between them. Though you felt it would have been inappropriate to ask. Tony and Bruce seemed close, from what you had overheard from their in-depth science conversation at lunch earlier. You could always find Steve, Bucky, and Sam together, but Bucky seemed annoyed whenever he was left with just Sam.

Thor was an outlier and seemed to bounce around all of them seamlessly. His cockiness rivaled Tony’s. Thor appeared to be about six beers deep and enthusiastically telling a story about how he wrestled some unnamed beast in is home country.

“Where is Thor from again?” You turned to Pietro who was watching the group from a distance with you. Though you had felt him watching you when you weren’t looking.

“Some Scandinavian country… we think.” Pietro shrugged. “You sure you don’t want another drink? Nat makes a mean cocktail.”

“I’m sure she does, but I should probably keep my wits about me and not smell like I’ve been drinking. My dad is like a bloodhound with that stuff. One beer was already a risk.”

“So, what is up with your dad anyway? He seems…” Pietro struggled to find the right word.

“Hella protective?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Yes, hell-ah protective, as you so put it.” Pietro inclined his head in your direction, closing the small gap between your bodies.

“He means well. I haven’t made the best choices in my life. And trouble seems to follow me wherever we go. It’s only a matter of time before it finds me here.” You were being intentionally vague. It was a can of worms that someone you just met shouldn’t have sprung on them.

Pietro furrowed his eyebrows but didn’t push. “So, you set fire to your previous school?” He guided you back to the group and you sat next to Wanda on a loveseat, Pietro perched on the arm.

“Fire? Is Y/N talking about setting her school on fire?” Tony had been making his way to the bar when he heard the word fire. Another lit cigarette dangling from his lips.

“Yes, but don’t even think about sitting next to us with that lit.” Steve waved his hand to the offending object.

“It’s my house,” Tony guffawed.

“Rule eleven, specifically made for you, is not smoking within the group circle, because not all of us are trying to get lung cancer before twenty-five.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“I think it’s unfair that we have rules specifically aimed at me. But fine.” Tony dropped his cigarette into his glass and joined the group.

“Rules?” You echoed.

“Top secret,” Tony winked, “Back to the fire, what did you do?”

“It wasn’t anything crazy. I was in wood shop and got bored, wondered if I could burn in a design on a plank with my lighter, and it was highly flammable, apparently. It didn’t take long for the rest of the shop to start on fire, the air was basically half saw-dust.” You shrugged, honestly, it wasn’t the stupidest thing you’d done. It was also an accident for once.

“It only went as far as the home-ec classroom. No big deal, aside from being expelled."

"Lame!" Tony yawned. "Let's play truth or dare!"

Everyone groaned and threw empty solo cups at him.

"Why do you always insist on playing?" Nat looked to him, incredulous. "We've been friends long enough that it isn't fun anymore. You just want us to do stupid shit."

"What's wrong with stupid shit?" Tony insisted. "Besides we have a newbie now!"

You looked at your phone and saw it was almost ten o'clock. Had it really been two hours already? "Sorry, but I have to head out. Curfew."

"And here I was thinking you were a trouble maker," Tony smirked.

"Oh, I am. But I don't want to be grounded for eternity. Great party though, Tony. Thanks for the invite." You made to leave with Pietro and Wanda on following behind you when a young boy, probably about 14, came running in, out of breath.

"Alright, who invited the freshman?" Steve rubbed his temples. "We agreed, no freshman."

"Parker isn't going to cause any trouble, the kid's a saint," Tony argued. "What's going on?"

"Some--oh hi," the freshman saw you. "I'm Peter Parker. You must be new."

"I'm Y/N. You okay, Peter?"

He was still trying to catch his breath. "Oh yeah! There's a bunch of Hydra High douche-bros who snuck in. They're by the pool."

"Fuuuucccckkkkk." Bucky cursed. "They're definitely here to start some shit." "Alright, is everybody sober enough to deal with them?" Steve looked pointedly to Tony who was rolling up his sleeves, already looking ready for a fight.

"We should probably go, you don't need me and Wanda, right?" Pietro looked to Steve.

"Umm... if you're parked in the driveway, you won't be able to get out. They blocked it with their own cars."

"Looks like you're going to be late. Sorry." Pietro frowned at you. A heavy sigh escaped your lips.

"Nah, it's not your fault. How quickly do you think we can scare off these guys?" Tony held up his hand, gaining everyone's attention. "I might have a solution. Let me go down to my basement, and I will meet you out there."

The group made their way down to the pool. Your other classmates had crowded around, keeping a distance from Hydra.

Hydra was raiding the outdoor bar and the scariest student among them was lounging on a wicker chair, sipping lazily on a bottle of vodka. A small voice in your head said he was the leader. Maybe it was because everyone else was at work nabbing whatever they could and he was already enjoying their spoils. You just knew.

"Avengers!" he called out, happily. "Great party!"

"Avengers?" You whispered to Pietro.

"I'll explain later."

The leader's eyes narrowed in on you. "New recruit?"

The hair stood up on the back of your neck as he stood up and stepped closer to you. He looked you up and down, perplexed. "Do I know you?"

"Doubt it." Pietro pulled you behind him, breaking his line of sight.

"Maximoff onto a new toy already?"

"What are you doing here, Keller? I thought we told you not to come near this place again?" Steve pulled the attention to him. "The message was pretty clear when Thor cracked open your forehead."

"We heard about the dope ass party, Rogers. Thought some of your classmates would want to have a little more fun--"

"We don't want your shitty drugs." Peter piped up. "Like weed is cool and stuff, but--"

"Your shit is garbage." Tony sauntered through the group, a contraption strapped to his arms. "And calling it 'Candy Andy' is kinda lame."

A light emitted from Tony's palm and beam jutted out and shatter the bottle of vodka in Keller's hand. Tony hissed from the hot metal burning into his palm but stood his ground.

Keller remained calm and held up his hands, though you could see a slight look of terror in his eyes. "Alright, we'll see you around another time then. Good to see you again, Y/N." He winked at you and they took off.

You froze, you didn't know him, how did he know you?

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sarah-writes-marvel · 3 years

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Interogation: Avengers x Fem!Reader

S.S: This one is a little cringe worthy, its got a lot of Pintrest writing dialouge in it so just caution of that! But hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Knife, Blood (kinda), cringe.....

Word Count: 1,624

MASTERLIST

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I settled onto the couch, in my plush baby blue PJ pants and an oversized sweater, and my wet hair still dripping onto my shoulder. The team had just returned from a rather difficult mission and everyone was exhausted. Slowly one by one, each Avengers walked into the room, decked out in their own pajamas, and freshly showered.

“What are we watching?” Tony inquired as he took a seat in his chair.

“Something funny. I need a laugh.” Clint insisted.

Nat took the remote from my hands, most likely growing impatient with my slow picking and ran through the movies, clicking on one of the funnier ones that we had all seen once or twice.

“I hate to interrupt.” Fury’s voice traveled through the living room, eliciting groans from everyone. “Don’t worry I just need Agent L/n.”

“For what?” I question, from my slumped state on the couch.

“An interrogation.”

“You can’t get someone else to do it?” I asked peering over the back of the couch to see him dressed in his usual trench coat.

“Already had our best people try.” He admitted. I toss the blanket that I had snuggled under off onto Bucky who sat next to me.

“Alright, let me go change,” I grumbled.

“Wait, if your best guys have already tried, why send in Y/n/n? No offense, but isn’t she a little inexperienced in that category.” Nat questioned.

“Gee, thanks. I’m not just a good shot Nat. I’ve got tricks.” I smirked before walking back to my room to change from my cozy jammies. I could hear the questions through the hall and Fury staying silent, causing irritation amongst the group.

I was quick to change into black high waisted jeans, a light blue shirt tucked into the waistband, and shrugged on my leather jacket and pulled on my heeled black combat boots, slipping a small pocket knife between my ankle and leather. Adding mascara and running my hands through my wet hair I decided I was good to go.

I was never one to look or be menacing. I was the sweetheart of the group, I wore bright colors, found the silver lining of everything. I did my best not to focus on all the bad around me, which was maybe power in itself considering what I’ve experienced.

“Alright, let’s get this over with.” I groaned walking into the living room.

“Wow. You should wear black more often. You look good.” Sam commented.

“Thanks but it’s not really my style. Unless it’s needed.” I informed. “Y’all coming or something.”

The group was standing next to Fury, each had their arms crossed or their hand placed on their hips.

“Yes. We want to make sure you’ll be ok.” Steve stated.

“I just want to watch. It’ll be entertaining.” Tony chuckled, I assumed because he believed that I’d walk out of the room defeated.

“Alright, but no intervening with my interrogation.” I laid the ground rule. Each nodded, some after a little bit of hesitation but agreed nonetheless. “Good.”

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We stood on the one-sided mirror, looking into the culprit. A hydra operative, who looked disgruntled, to say the least. Fury handed me the file with a grimace.

“Do you worst. Anything to get him to spill.” He instructed. I nodded in understanding before entering the room.

“Hello.” I greeted, looking through the file. “What’s your name?”

“Why don’t you just read it from the file?” his thick german accent spit.

“Because I dont like conducting interviews like that. I like to see other perspectives first.” I informed, with a small smile.

“Atticus Kahl.”

“I’m Y/n L/n. You can call my Y/n if you would like, or agent if that suits you.” I say as I take a seat across from the man. “I assume you probably know why I’m here talking to you.”

“I will never tell Hydra’s secrets. My loyalty lies with them.” he sneers.

“Alright, we’ll just see about that,” I say with a sickeningly sweet voice. “So I see here that you were a top officer. That must’ve been a lovely privilege.”

“Yes, it was.”

“I’ll bet your wife was proud, to know that you had a commanding officer position amongst Hydra.”

“I don’t have a wife.” he sounded hurt, which he should be.

“Oh, oh I missed that here. It says you volunteered her for experimentation.” I looked at the file. “Oh my, and she died under the needle. I’m sure that was awful.”

“Yes. It was a tragedy, she would’ve been a wonderful asset.” He reminisces.

“I’m sure. Women tend to be very strong-willed. Perfect for the army, things like that. You never questioned your loyalty after they had essentially killed your wife?”

“They didn’t kill her, she was too weak. A woman on her own is weak, I was helping her become more.”

“So are you insinuating that I am weak?” I question his misogynistic view.

“Unless you have a serum running through your bloodstream, yes.” his dark green eyes pierced mine.

“I love it when people underestimate me. It makes my job so much more fun.” I smiled. “Let’s continue. So you sacrificed your wife for experimentation, meaning Hydra is continuously trying to find the right serum.”

His eyes shifted away, giving away the obvious answer.

“Alright. So you want to let me in on that. I mean you were captain. I’m sure you got to see every failed attempt correct.”

“Like I’ve said before. I won’t betray Hydra. They will come for me.”

“Ya, and when they find you I’ll bet you that they kill you on the spot. Im sure they’d take me instead.” I laugh.

“What makes you believe that your life is worth more than mine?” He questioned leaning towards me.

“What makes you believe that your life is worth anything at all?” I reciprocated his actions. “You’re a pawn for Hydra. They gave you the responsibility of captain, expecting you not to fail and get captured. But here you are, sitting in front of me, spilling Hydra secrets chained to a table.”

He jerked towards me, expecting me to flinch at his immediate action but instead I smirked at him.

“That’s so cute. You think your scary, cause you work for Hydra. But sir, I’ve seen scary… and you ain’t got his smile. Now tell me more about the experiments and Hydra. I love learning.” I insisted.

“Go to hell.” he seethed.

“Sorry, I can’t. Satan still has a restraining order against me.” I retorted propping my feet onto the table. “You’re losing my interest and that’s very dangerous so I suggest you spill the Hydra secrets before I take drastic measures.”

We sat in silence for a solid five minutes before I took the knife from my boot, slamming into the table.

“Since it seems that you people respond best to displays of violence, the next time I set that knife down it’ll be through your hand,” I said pointedly.

“Awfully confident arent you?” he chuckled.

“Yes, my momma raised me to be confident. She taught me which dinner fork would be the most effective for killing a person. It was quite enlightening.” I threatened.

“You’re a psychopath.”

“I prefer creative,” I said as I flipped the knife and stabbed it through his hand. His ear-piercing scream rang out. “Now talk. And think before you speak,” I hissed “the last person who lied to me got more than a stab to the hand. And I’m sure you’ll want your tongue so you can negotiate your life with your commander.”

The man paled and his terrified features caused a rush of adrenaline through my system. He immediately nodded his head, fear coursing through his veins.

“Good, let’s start from the beginning.”

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A confession, diabolical plan (if you could call it that), and 30 minutes later I walked out of the interrogation room, facing the in awe Avengers.

“Here you go. Hope it’ll be enough. Just because he was a captain doesn’t mean he was let in on every secret.” I told Fury, handing him the file and the notes I had made.

“I realize that. It’ll be a start. Thank you. You all can return to your relaxation.”

“Dang I forgot my knife.” I groaned, staring into the room seeing my knife still stuck in the operative’s hand. “Oh well. Alright, movie time?” I asked turning back to the Avengers.

“Who the hell was that in there?” Nat questioned, in awe of my immediate change of personality.

“Uh, me. I dont understand what your asking.” I looked at her curiously.

“That is seemingly impossible. You are the definition of joy.” Thor added. I scoffed.

“Seriously, that person in there was terrifying,” Bucky stated. “It wasn’t you.”

“If you all could even begin to comprehend where I’ve come from, you’d be terrified of me. So it was me, just a side that I dont show often.” I admitted. “Now, you guys can bombard me with questions another time but I’m really not in the mood for anything but pj’s and a movie.”

“Ya, I dont want to get on your bad side after seeing that,” Tony confessed. “Let’s go watch the movie and get some sleep. God knows we could use it.”

With that, the team walked back to the compounded conversation about anything but the interrogation and mission were being discussed.

“I’m sorry but it boggles my mind that you switched your personality so quick. Who taught you that?” Clint asked, breaking the streak.

“Clint,” I said in a warning tone. “Not now.” And with that the rest of the walk was quiet, minus the hurried and slightly annoyed click of my heels in the hallway.

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a-lonely-tatertot · 4 years

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numbers & i don't knows

THE FIC BREAK IS OVER

@enbies-and-felonies and @an-absolute-travesty THIS IS HOW TO NOT BREAK PEOPLES HEARTS GUYS

pairing: titz (tam/fitz)

word count: 1807

warnings: two swear words and one mention of alcohol

A/N: This is for titz week the first prompt Winnoning Gala! It ended up longer than it was supposed to whoops. I read through this exactly one time and grammarly wasn’t working so beware @titzweek

Numbers filled his vision. They didn’t anger him like he feared they would. The taunting black #21 on a yellow background only filled him with a deep sadness. The dresses, the colors, the golden numbered badges, none of them would ever mean anything to him. Fitz knew his father was watching him, eyes tracing everywhere he went, watching to see which girl he interacted with would make the perfect wife. And that, that one thought filled him with anger. The people who were labeled with numbers that came from an imperfect list deserved more than what he could ever give them. All he wanted was out. Right now, out of that room.

Biana was trying to help, she didn’t know why it all bothered him so much but she was trying. Chattering excitedly with the other girls, trying to distract them from their goal. The boy who wandered with an unwanted spotlight on him.

Somewhere in his masked misery, he had wandered to the bar that held snacks and punch, for once he wished it was real alcohol. Maybe that would make the night somewhat better.

A knee-length, silky, green dress, with gold sandals and matching gold #4 clipped to the top of the dress. She was polite, well-groomed, she knew exactly what to say, exactly how to laugh. Back as straight as a stick paired with a smile as soft as cotton. He should’ve wanted to be something to her. To mean something, other than just a Vacker. Other than a number. But he knew by her eyes that she was like him. Maybe she did want to be here, but it was all for status. The enticing stare would fool anyone, not Fitz though. Because he knew exactly how to stare back.

The girl was good at carrying the conversation and annoyingly enough couldn’t pick up on the fact that Fitz just wasn’t in the mood. Maybe he was too good at hiding it. His thoughts wandered from one topic to the next through her ramblings. Counting the minutes she talked referencing the giant clock on the far wall that was behind her. Around three minutes he mused again that his father would be happy if he chose her. She knew her manners at least. When five minutes had gone by he rethought that because there was no way he was choosing her. By the time seven minutes had passed he started wondering if he spilled the punch on himself he could leave. At ten he prayed for the sweet release of death when he finally heard her voice falter and felt a presence behind him.

Never in his life had he been as happy to see the silver tipped hair and vaguely threatening face of Tam Song. “Hey man you made it!” he yelled way happier than he should’ve been.

“Pretty sure you would’ve killed me if I didn’t,” Tam pointed out. They had gotten closer, bonding over shitting parents and being vaguely annoyed with the constant PDA from Sophie and Keefe.

Fitz winked, “Anyway, Tam this is Mika, Mika this is Tam.” The two shook hands, Mika giving her full smile while Tam gave only a nod.

“Nice to meet you, if you don't mind I need to steal him for a bit,” Tam said and Fitz was flooded with a wave of relief. Mika nodded and walked off to go bother someone else and he didn’t have the heart to feel bad for them.

“Oh thank the Ancients,” Fitz said spinning back to face the smaller boy after Mika was around the corner. “I thought I was going to have to fake a heart attack.”

Tam chuckled quietly, “Yeah Biana thought you might’ve needed some help.”

They stared at each other for an awkward moment, and Fitz thought that might be it. Tam would go back to shadowing Biana and he would be left alone to face the masses.

Fitz didn’t notice he had started fidgeting until Tam reached up to grab his hand before it ran through his hair for the fifth time. “You wanna get outta here?”

“I think there's a rule against leaving your own Gala,” Fitz said sadly.

Tam shrugged, “Biana can deal with them. Plus you look about a minute away from a panic attack. We could head to my house, Terigan wouldn’t care.”

“Please.” It was Tam’s turn to wink. Wrapping his hand around Fitz’s he dragged them both to a corner and quickly covered them with shadows. They stuck to the walls, moving quickly and quietly. It was nerve racking, Fitz Vacker was the Golden Boy. The Golden Boy wouldn’t leave his own Gala, this was a tradition. This was a birth right. He should’ve been honored, excited! Yet here he was, one hand against the wall, the other wrapped in Tam’s. In that moment he was the farthest thing from The Golden Boy he once was but he had never felt more alive. Every inch of his skin was on fire. With nervous and fear, excitement, and he couldn’t stop the grin that spread when Tam raised the crystal out in the courtyard.

Tam didn’t let go when they arrived. Fitz practically held on tighter. Neither commented on their interlocked fingers.

“So,” Tam said, creaking the door open and falling behind Fitz to the marble gray kitchen. This wasn't his first visit. “Why did you hate being there so much?”

A take it or leave it question. It was his decision to answer or not. That was something he knew with Tam. Somehow he had earned the boy’s trust, and there was a unsaid contract that said Fitz didn’t have to explain himself ever again. But Tam deserved to know, know that Fitz wasn’t normal. That he was wrong in ways that wasn’t just his family. He pulled out ingredients from the cabinets as Tam took a seat. “I dont like girls,” he said with a shrug. “Guess I’m broken like that. Romantically or sexually.”

Fitz was too caught up in his head to notice Tam had moved. It was easier when he was across the counter. Farther away, he could focus on his recipes, on what he knew. Tam was a whole new type of he didn’t know. But there he was, next to him measuring out dry ingredients like he had commented on the weather. There wasn’t a tension in his hands he stirred, nothing about him suggested he was angry. Another thing Fitz just didn’t understand. “Hello?” he asked finally, partly out of annoyance. He just spilled a deep secret and Tam had the audacity to ignore him.

And he continued to. It was like he wasn’t there entirely. Going through the motions of baking (even though Tam didn’t actually know how to bake) without actually thinking.

“Are you going to at least look at me?” Tam said nothing. Tam did nothing except continue to stir. At this point Fitz was angry. Angry and tired and scared and he just wanted to be yelled at. That he knew. That he understood.

Without thinking he grabbed Tam’s shoulders and spun him to look at him. Forcing himself into the boys mind, breaking a few laws in the process, he screamed as loud as he could into the boy’s head, LOOK AT ME!

Tam finally did, but there was stone in his eyes. Get out. Fitz did, he even stumbled a foot farther.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean too, just you were kinda freaking me out,” Fitz rushed out.

Tam’s face softened and he stopped fearing for his life. “So you don’t like girls,” he said slowly, “do you like guys?”

It hit him like a slap. Could he like guys? Hell he didn’t like girls that was already breaking some unspoken rule might as well go the full nine yards. That sounded like his luck. But Tam didn’t sound angry when he asked, only curious. (And maybe hopeful but Fitz didn’t want to have more things he didn’t understand.)

“I-I’ve never thought about it,” he admitted. It wasn’t a no. An unsaid maybe. Tam bit his lip. Fitz watched transfixed, he didn’t want to move because the thought of this all shattering and Tam getting angry was too much to bare.

Tam held his gaze, his eyes were strangely challenging. Whatever he was about to ask he was daring Fitz to say no. (Fitz wasn’t going to say no to Tam, whatever he was going to ask.) “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” Fitz didn’t know how that fit into this conversation, but he didn’t think about it. He didn’t have time to.

In one move Tam wrapped his hand in Fitz tie and yanked him down. He only stopped to look Fitz in the eye before smashing their mouths together. Fitz stilled, not quite wrapping his head around what was happening (and because ow), but quickly he moved with the other boy.

Neither really knew what they were doing, and it definitely wasn’t perfect. But Fitz had three realizations in that moment.

Tam’s lips were softer than he ever thought they could be, even if they were cracked and torn.

Finally he understood why so many people made such a big deal about kissing girls. If he could Fitz wouldn’t have stopped for the world.

He only knew this one because a loud cough came from his left. Terigan had walked into the room.

“Hello,” he said politely. Tam had jumped feet away from him as if he’d been shocked; Fitz was very pointedly not looking at either of them. The counter had become very very interesting in that moment.

“Uh, hi,” Tam responded. “I thought you weren’t going to be home for another hour.” For a fleeting moment Fitz wondered if Tam had planned this.

“Got done early, I was going to make dinner but I guess you two had different plans.” He tried not to choke on his tongue as he remembered how Tam’s mouth felt on his. How he tasted like the chocolate from the snack bar, realization 4. These numbers were better than the black numbers on gold that would decided his future.

“Ha, uh yeah,” Tam pulled on his bangs a desperate attempt to hide his furious blush.

“I’ll tell Linh to find a place to stay. Goodnight boys,” Terigan said with a small wave. Fitz waved back more out of habit and panic and the fact that Tam was too busy wishing himself away to wave.

When he was gone a heavy silence filled the room. Both boys tried to look anywhere that wasn’t each other. At some point they looked at each other. At some point the silence broke and they laughed. At some point they kissed again. And at some point Fitz realized it had been a better night than he ever thought it was going to be.

#i wrote it in like two hours #titz #tam/fitz #tam song #fitz vacker #kotlc fic #tater writes #titz week 2020

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