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swtki · 3 years

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Nothing - C. D

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x fem! Reader

Summary: Fears arise when Y/N wants to tell Cedric how many people she’s been with.

Warnings: mentions of sex, angst, swearing, not virgin reader.

A/N: yes this is based off of my feelings and Y/N is me but also this ones for my high body count bitches <3 ur sexy luv u xx.

He was perfect, absolutely flawless. The Golden Boy of Hogwarts stood tall and lean in his quiditch uniform, talking to some mates. I watched from the stone archway as I didn’t want to interrupt the conversation, not that he would have minded much. Cedric was always happy to see me, he loved dropping everything if it meant I was beside him.

His conversation ended once he spotted me and his face lit up in a smile. He did a small jog over to my place on the stone pillar, he immediately pulled me into a warm hug; which despite it being September and warm outside, I accepted with open arms. The scent of his cologne filled my head, replacing the world around me.

“Hey,” he lifted his head and kissed the top of mine, “I feel like I haven’t seen you in months.”. I smiled, he was in love with me and we both knew it.

“You just saw me like two hours ago.” I laugh and pull away. Six months of seeing each other and our relationship was exciting and we longed to see each other constantly. As we walked, our hands linked together, it was natural for us.

“You know,” Cedric said as we tossed our books onto the plush grass, “Christmas break is coming up.”

“Yeah, I guess it is.” I reply, shrugging my shoulders. “You’ll go home, I stay here as per usual?”

“Actually, I’ve convinced my Dad to go visit some relatives in America, so I’ll be here.” He noticed my confused expression. “I just want to spend this year with you, since you never go home and your owl isn’t the best at flying to a location.” I laughed, he wqs right; my owl was a poor bastard.

“I see...are you sure you won’t miss home? Theres not going to be anyone here - I mean except the handfull of other Hufflepuffs that stay. Its awfully boring.” I watched his face soften, leaning in closer to me.

“Thats exactly why I wan’t to stay.” The air outside was cold, but his warm body made it bearable. “You’ve never spent the night with me - sleeping in my bed, I mean. I dunno, just kind of thought you might like a sleep over in the prefects dorm.”.

“Oh.” I looked back down at my feet, avoiding his eyes. He was right, we’d never been in the others room, never mind going to sleep in it. I knew he would never expect me to have sex with him, he genuinely just wanted to see me - to hold me for just one night.

“I know we haven’t ever...y’know, so I of course don’t think this is my lucky chance or anything. Although, if it were I would love it - because you know it would be my first time-“ he quickly shut up when he realized I had gone stiff. There it was, the truth that he could tell me and I couldn’t tell him; He was a virgin, I was far from it.

“I need to um...I need to think about it. Okay, Ced? Don’t think you’ve said anything wrong, I’m just afraid that I might.” Kissing him on the cheek, I stood and walked towards the library. “Fuck.” slithered out of my mouth as I made my harsh steps.

The library was dim, candlelight and sounds of quills filling it. I spotted my closest friend, Mae, and thumped myself down into the wooden chair next to her.

“If you’ve come to arrange Hogsmeade plans I’m afraid Professor-“

“Cedric’s a virgin.” I said quietly, she relaxed and looked sympathetically at me.

“Haven’t we known that?”

“Well...yes, but he confirmed it. He wants me to spend the night with him.”

“And you don’t want to?” there was a hint of amusement in her voice.

“No!” I whispered, “Of course I do. Everytime I see him in that quidditch jersey I wanna give him a proper shag.”

“He is absolutley fit, who wouldn’t?” I glared at her. “So, whats the problem then?”

I huffed and rolled my eyes to the back of my head. “I haven’t told him how many I’ve had. He thinks I’m as pure as can be.” Maes face fell along side my own.

“Honestly, Y/N? Cedric loves you so I don’t think it will be too much of an issue, if it is then he’s not worth it. Besides its not like over three, yeah?” I quickly lost eye contact with her. “Oh.”

“Over five, to be honest.” I shamefully admit.

“Listen, whatever number it is won’t matter to him. He cares about you, not how many lads you’ve shagged.” Mae stood and collected her belongings, “I’ve gotta run, I’ll see you at dinner in a few.” We waved goodbye to each other.

The next Saturday soon approached, and most of the young witches and wizards departed in its place. Mae had gone home for the holidays, offering me her long distanced support for the talk I needed to have with Cedric. I desperately wanted to avoid it, telling him could ruin everything I’d come to love.

I softly knocked on the smooth wooden door, listening to the shuffle behind it. Cedric opened it and ushered me in, taking my jacket off as soon as I was. His room was warm, rather small yet clean as could be. It could only fit his twin bed, a dresser, and a desk, all the necessities.

“Would you like to borrow one of my sweaters? I don’t want you to be cold or anything?” He said nervously.

“Oh, I’m alright, this is one of your sweaters actually” I pulled at the hem of my top, we both gave a soft laugh. “Its sort of strange,” I looked around the space, “being in your room, I mean. Nice, welcome of course, yet its still a strange feeling.”

“Theres not much option for seating, so I’ll let you have your choice.” I smiled and studied the chair, it was old and wooden.

“I’ll take the bed, I suppose.” I sat down on top of the yellowish orange quilt and he made himself comfortable on the chair. “Cedric, I need to talk to you about something.” His smile turned to a worried expression. “Do you want to be physical with me? I of course want you more than anything, but I know you’re a virgin so I want to wait for you to be ready. I want you to trust me, and I don’t know. If you don’t want to be intimate yet then we can leave this discussion til then, its not pressing.” I looked down at the floor, feeling the bed dip next to me as he sat. He took my hand into his, tilting his head down so he could look me in the eye.

“Y/N, of course I do. Nothing you tell me is going to change how much I love you, nothing. Please, don’t feel like you must hide yourself from me.” His eyes were gentle, his voice smooth as honey.

“I’m not exactly first in line for the chastity competition, well - actually, I’m probably not even tenth. Its not in the hundreds or anything like that, but there are a number of lads who have seen me in compromising positions. I don’t have anything, but if you want to hold off on being intimate I completely understand.” He brought his hand to my cheek, bringing my face to look at his. He kissed me gently and squeezed my left hand.

“Like I said, nothing is going to change how much I love you. I don’t care if its three or three million, you know it will never be the same with them as it will be with me, because I love you, and you’re the woman I’ve been waiting to give my virginity to.” he wrapped his warm arms around me, pulling me into his chest. “I love you, Y/N”

“I love you. Would it be a bad time to ask if you have a johnny tonight, just for future reference of course.” we both smiled, the room being filled with a mixture of love and warmth.

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anxious2dsimp · 3 years

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General Dating Headcanons | Sero, Todoroki & Bakugou

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Pairings: Sero x Reader, Todoroki x Reader, Bakugou x Reader

Reader: Gender Neutral!

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Cursing bc Bakugou 🙄 (as if I wasn’t the one who picked him lmao)

Request: :))) hellooooo :D hmmmm may i get general dating headcanons for sero, todoroki, and [insert your favorite character]? 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 @smexy-goose

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Hi again!! Omg yes, I’ll gladly write some hcs for the best bois! I had a hard time picking a fave, but since I have written for Kami and Kiri in the last request I decided to go with blasty boy❤️ (Also, I’m trying a new way to post requests, I hope it works!)

Sero Hanta

I feel like Sero is genuinely so fun to date, just like he said in that one dorm episode, he’s always the wild card.

He’s a goofball, so he adores making you laugh and smile as much as he can. I love him omg😭

Will definitely take advantage of his height (he’s among the taller ones in the class) and give you surprise hugs from behind and rest his head on yours.

He’ll also use his quirk on you for everything from pranks to just randomly pulling you to him to give you a quick peck or a hug :’)

He’s pretty standard with PDA, so he won’t go around making out with you in public but he will do little gestures like those <3

In private I feel like he’s definitely cuddly, he’s just so happy to be with you!

He loves having you over at his room to just chill or be in each other’s presence, even if you’re doing stuff individually.

Speaking of, the bakusquad definitely complains about you having privilege in using the hammock in Hanta’s room.

Denki will whine like; “why does y/n always get to use the hammock? You said it was out of bounds!”

“That’s on pretty privilege, sorry! And you’re just jealous you don’t have a cool s/o like mine,” Sero will say and poke his tongue out from the hammock where you’re swinging togehter :’)

I’m warning you now, if you had a healthy sleep schedule before going out with him, you can kiss it goodbye.

Sero will absolutely be up till like 3 am sending you memes and tiktoks that remind him of you.

And with him blowing up your phone you’ll most likely end up talking into ungodly hours of the night, the *sleep deprivation* only causing funnier conversations.

Those will end up becoming inside jokes that he’ll bring up to make you laugh while the rest of the class is like ???

That also results in some weird ass nicknames sorry not sorry

So he’ll sometimes call you regular stuff like babe and other times... he’ll call you things like “Bert” (FOR NO REASON??) or “Candied Blood Pumping Organ” instead of sweetheart lmao

Overall you two are just THE chaotic couple (and if you’re not generally that way he will bring out that side of you)

Pranking your classmates? Pranking each other? Random ass adventures? Trying weird food together? Dancing in the kitchen at midnight while sharing late night snacks? By going out with him you said yes to all of the above.

From sneaking out of the dorms for late night food runs to occasionally skipping class to go to the arcade or the beach, you usually can’t go a week without doing something fun togehter.

This one time you two were out with the Bakusquad and y’all stopped by a supermarket to get food.

So you had to ask Bakugou to buy you something bc you and Sero had to stay outside and just hand him the money.

He was like “tf?? why? Just buy your shit yourselves!” You had to explain you two were banned from the store because Hanta had accidentally crashed a cart he was driving you around in into a display of cereal boxes.

Ah yes, good times.

Todoroki Shoto

I feel like he’ll definitely need a small push when it comes to relationships bc of his past, but once you’re with him he’ll care deeply about you and will try to make you as happy as you make him :’)

I’m begging you, please give this boy some luv and affection!! For the most part you’d probably initiate PDA because he’s too nervous to do it himself

At the beginning he wouldn’t even be comfy cuddling, solely because he’d be afraid of hurting you somehow :(

But once you’ve reassured him he complies, and from then on out you just have to open your arms and he’ll instantly know it’s *cuddle time*

It’a one of his favorite pastimes bc he just feels so safe and loved <3 he also just loves the feeling of you playing with his hair

Luckily you get to do it year round since you cuddle his hot side in the winter and cold side during the summer

I feel like he’s secretly insecure, so the fact that you trust him and love him for who he is makes him feel like he could melt <3

Because of that you’re the only one he truly opens up to and shows his real feelings to, not to mention the only one who can touch his scar

And though he isn’t great with words, one look at him during one of these personal moments when its just you two, and you can just see it in his eyes.

Especially if you kiss his scar, his eyes might even get teary this sweet boy I 😭

That’s also probably why he shares his precious cold soba with you

Since you’ve been together, Shoto has just been so much happier, so his siblings and mother LOVE you.

They’re constantly inviting you over for dinner when Endevour is working (bc he’s a huge buzzkill to say the least), and his mom adores when you come with Shoto to visit her :)

Todoroki really enjoys seeing you get along with the people he cares the most about...

BUT what he hates is THE EMBARRASING STORIES HIS FAMILY TELLS YOU OMG (you live for them, but I wouldn’t tell him that if I were you)

“Fuyumi remember when Shoto-” “Natsuo, no💙“ your bf will say as he unconsciously squeezes your hand, both of the siblings laughing at Shoto’s glare.

You had to hold in your laughter so hard omg

Though he isn’t that talkative, you guys definitely have that kind of relationship where you two could be silent and still feel completely comfortable (oh I’m so jealous of that but nvm)

He’s definitely observant, so expect the most considerate gifts and the most assertive observations, he’ll always know what you need.

The type of observant that gives you a water bottle before you even notice you’re thristy during training, or switches sides while walking so you loop your arm with his on his warm side when you’re cold.

Also the type to gift you that one thing you really wanted but mentioned once like months ago along with your favorite snacks/drink (you best believe he has them all memorized bc he’s just that attentive)

Over all, just a really soothing relationship were you can be comfortable with each other and feel at home when you’re together.

Bakugou Katsuki

Ok so, I feel like you’d be a competitive couple, turning anything into a competition in an endearingly annoying way.

You’re definitely the type of couple to go to laser tag, an escape room, an arcade, etc, as dates >:) but the competitions don’t end there:

Who can plan the best date? Who can make the other blush first? Who can get the other the better gift? Who’s the better kisser? Who gets the higher score in class? Or wins at sparring?

Especially when it comes to productive stuff like training or academics, although he won’t admit it, he’s just pushing you to be your best because he knows how amazing you are :’)

All the bakusquad knows about your shenanigans and at this point they’ve learnt to stay out of it & go get the Advil just in case bless their souls lmao

I’m sorry but he definitely calls you nicknames that purposely piss you off (with no ill intentions ofc), like “gremlin”, “dumbass” or “booger”

I suggest you also call him stuff like that back, like “angry pom” or “blasty” to get on his nerves >:)

You guys also definitely friendly bicker all the time, knowing that you take it lightly (though strangers won’t, resulting in some hilariously awkward situations)

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” he’ll say rolling his eyes as he messes up your hair.

Just watch his smirk dissapears when you reply, “no, u❤️″ It gets on his nerves, I just know it.

So he’ll chase you around as you call each other random stuff. While the other people at the convenience store are just like 👁👄👁

He never means it tho, keep in mind if you’re dating the self proclaimed future no. 1 hero he thinks highly of you :)

So he’d definitely be protective while simultaneously showing you off <3

Will always greet you with a kiss and keep his hand on your back or waist so ppl know you’re with him

RIP anyone who tries to hurt or flirt with you, I say try bc Bakugou will be exploding them even before they get the chance😅

Denki’s definitely almost gotten his brows blown off his face bc of that lol

Speaking of, the bakusquad still can’t get over the fact that THE lord explosion murder has a soft spot for you,

You mean you take care of his injuries, scold him when he burns himself out, touch his hair, and hug him when his moody... and you DON’T get cussed out and blown up? Shooketh

However they don’t see what happens behind closed doors, & how you’ve helped him with all the trauma he has experienced

You’re the only one who he is vulnerable with, you’ve seen him cry and he tells you about his nightmares and fears

You do the same with him, and you promise each other to get through anything together, which you’ve done so far :’)

Bc of that his parents love you, and his mom’s always going on about how she’s so glad you “stand” his son😂

Why can’t he be real ughhh

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yanderecrazysie · 3 years

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If you don’t mind could I please request the yandere alphabet with Ushijima 🥺? Thank you 💜💜

OOOH Wonder Boy Ushiwaka! I swear I'm the worst with writing him- he's like simple and complicated at the same time-

Thank you so much for requesting!!! I'll do my very best!

Ushijima Wakatoshi (Haikyuu) -The Yandere Alphabet

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Warnings: yandere themes,

A is for Affection: How do they show their affection for their darling? How often do they show it?

💖 Ushijima isn't the most affectionate type to be 100% honest. It's not that he won't ever show you affection, it's just that he doesn't quite know HOW to.

💖 Physical affection will pretty much have to be something you directly ask for if you want it. He won't pick up on hints well and he's not the type to randomly want to cuddle.

💖 He can be kinda protective/possessive though, so he may wrap you into an embrace or hold you close. That's not so much out of affection though-

💖 Basically: Ushijima's way of showing affection is his ever-constant presence, over-protectiveness, and gentle way of treating you.

B is for Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling? Why?

🔪 I don't think Ushijima sees the need to kill for you. It's not that he doesn't want to kill- I honestly don't think it'd bother him if he had to- it's that he doesn't see any real threats to you.

🔪 This guy looks terrifying and he wants to be around you 24/7. Do you really think anyone's going to try something on you with that giant, intimidating man hovering behind you?

🔪 If someone was stupid/drunk enough to try something, Ushijima would just casually toss him across the street. If that guy was strong/big too, you better believe Ushijima will fight as hard as it takes to get the guy to back down/become unconscious.

🔪 If someone tried something on you while he wasn't there, it just means he has to work harder to protect you. Which means being around you even more. Always...

C is for Care or Cruelty: How would they treat their darling when they kidnap them? Would they mock them?

💔 Ushijima wouldn't mock you in the slightest. In fact, he'd be genuinely confused if you tried to run away or were upset that he kidnapped you. He seriously just won't understand why you're scared.

💔 He'll take good care of you though. Honestly, he'll probably baby you a little. He'll want to be the one to feed you, he'll check in on you every 5 minutes, he'll make sure you're in his line of sight at all times...

D is for Delusion: How delusional are they when it comes to their darling? Do they believe their darling loves them?

💭 It's difficult to say with Ushijima. He isn't exactly good with social skills and he's a little awkward, to put it lightly. So, he does kind of expect you to love him back and will think you're confused if you say you don't.

💭 But I don't know if that's considered delusion because that's just Ushijima being Ushijima. Yeah, he thinks you love him. No, it's not any different than him being 100% sure he's going to win a volleyball match.

E is for Expose: How much of their heart do they bear to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? How much time will it take to trust them?

💧 Uh... Ushijima will flat-out tell you what he's thinking and if you say "bear his heart" he'll think that you're trying to skin him down to his organs or something. He's kinda blunt, basically.

💧 Trust though? I mean, Ushijima trusts you in a way, but in a way, he doesn't. He doesn't trust that you can take care of yourself but he trusts you to be honest.

💧 Like I said, he's complicated. Best way I can explain it is: he trusts you completely but he kind of underestimates your abilities. He has no doubts in his mind that you won't try to run away but he'll also lock up all the exits tight because he worries that you'll get outside and get hurt. Contradictory, I know.

F is for Fight: How would they react if their darling fought back?

👊 Picture a confused puppy that you just pushed off your lap. Like this boy has literally no clue why on earth you're fighting back and he's going to stare at you like you've got a second head growing out of your shoulder.

👊 Ushijima's secretly wondering if you've caught some sort of illness that's making you delirious as he calmly picks you up and tucks you into bed. Your flailing fists and clawing nails are nothing compared to this hulk of a man carrying you away.

G is for Guilt: What would it take for them to feel guilty about their actions? Or do they feel guilty from the start?

😔 Ushijima truly, honestly doesn't see the wrong in what he's doing. Like, I don't think he can comprehend that he's doing something very bad. He's doing what's best for you! That's good, right?

H is for Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

🔥 Ushijima would NEVER hurt you and he doesn't really get angry either. I guess the worst experience would be the struggle of trying to gain freedom or even get the point across that you aren't happy about something. It's like talking to a brick wall. A very confused brick wall.

I is for Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

👩‍❤️‍👨 I don't think Ushijima's really thought too far ahead, to be honest. He loves you and that's all that matters to him. As long as you don't leave (which he's positive you won't) life is happy.

👩‍❤️‍👨 He'd probably want kids one day. Only one or two, but he'd be fine if you had more. He'd take good care of them and teach them to act just like him...

J is for Jealousy: How easily do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

💢 Ushijima doesn't get the concept of jealousy. Worrying about your safety when another guy talks to you? Sure, he does that. But jealous about it? Not really.

K is for Kidnap: How would they go about kidnapping their darling? How much do they plan it out?

🔒 You're just walking home and suddenly you're waking up in a bedroom that you don't recognize. Don't worry, you're not alone! Ushijima's sitting in a chair next to the bed, making sure you wake up.

🔒 Ushijima would plan just far enough to buy all the things you'd need to be "happy" with him. Medication, hygiene products- nothing will go unaccounted for. This man will have a shopping list longer than a roll of toilet paper dedicated to you.

L is for Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

💌 I think he'd try to walk right up to you and he'd be very disappointed that you're kind of nervous around him. He can't really blame you, considering he looks kinda scary- from his stature to his expression.

💌 Okay, so trying to talk to you didn't work either. Ushijima's a little socially awkward. But that's fine! He'll just bring you back to his place and keep you there until you understand that he loves you. Flawless plan, right?

M is for Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they acted before?

🎭 Other than being a little softer and gentler towards you, Ushijima doesn't change in the least. Like, I'm not sure anyone would notice "odd behavior" because he doesn't find it strange or out of the ordinary himself. He's still the stoic guy we all know him as.

N is for Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

🚓 Ushijima really wouldn't punish you. If you're freaking out, he'll just calmly tuck you into bed and check your temperature because, surely, you're ill if you're acting like that.

🚓 In Ushijima's eyes, you can do no wrong. So, you're honestly safe around this giant of a man. Congrats?

O is for Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? What rights can be earned with time and trust?

📜 You may be able to wander around his house, but you aren't leaving it. But you're kind of... babied. Anything remotely sharp will be tucked away and locked up, you'll have a set bedtime, and you'll probably feel like a kid again.

P is for Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

🕊️ Since Ushijima doesn't think you're doing anything wrong and, when you fight back, he thinks that you're having a hard time or you're sick or something, he'll be extremely patient. He could never get frustrated with you!

Q is for Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

🏃‍♀️ If you died, Ushijima would probably just turn to volleyball x100. He wouldn't want to think about it and would just try to distract himself from it all.

🏃‍♀️ If you escaped, Ushijima would just keep searching until he found you. You poor thing, you must be so scared and lonely out there, without him to protect you. Hold on, he'll find you and bring you back home again.

R is for Rage: How do they act when angry? How do they calm down?

👿 He doesn't get angry at you. I'm serious. He rarely gets angry in general but he could NEVER get angry at you.

S is for Soulmate: What made them fall in love with their darling? How did they first meet? When did they realize they loved their darling?

💍 You showed up at one of his volleyball games and he immediately noticed you. He's not sure what drew him to you, only that you were the most beautiful thing in the world to him. It really was love at first sight for him.

T is for Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

😭 Ushijima would be so confused. Why are you crying? Are you injured? Where are you? Oh, are you trying to play hide and seek?

😭 You're honestly digging your own grave because you're making him concerned and his protective instinct levels are off the charts. He's not going to give you time alone to cool down because he's pretty sure you need him by your side- even though he's the thing that's scaring you.

U is for Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

👌 Like I've said, Ushijima honestly doesn't understand your reservations about being kidnapped and forced into a relationship with him. You have no chance of reasoning with him- you'll have more luck trying to convince the walls of your new home.

V is for Visit: Would they allow anyone else to visit their darling? Do they trust their darling to talk to their loved ones (in person, on the phone, etc.) or not at all?

🧳 Ushijima doesn't trust anyone with your safety. No one can come over to visit you under any circumstances. It's not so much "hiding the evidence" as it is "protecting you from his insane buddies".

W is for Weakness: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

❌ I think some affection and some tactful persuasion is your best chance. Especially the persuasion.

❌ "Wakatoshi, did you know that direct sunlight is better for you? Not just through the windows, I mean. I miss the fresh air too, you know..."

X is for Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

🛐 Ushijima doesn't worship you, but he prioritizes your safety over everything in his life, even volleyball. He doesn't care so much about trying to win you over- he sees no need to wait for you to realize what he already knows.

Y is for Yearning: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

😍 When Ushijima kidnaps you, you're going to be VERY taken aback. You won't even know him personally- you're lucky if you even know his name. And even that's likely just by word-of-mouth, considering he's pretty famous.

😍 This man saw you and knew he had to have you. He doesn't wait long, trust me.

Z is for Zero Tolerance: What is the thing that always makes them snap? What things will they not allow their darling to do under any circumstances?

0️⃣ I mean, he won't let you leave. But like, even if you try to escape, he's just going to assume you're confused about where the bathroom is located or something. You cannot make this man mad.

0️⃣ Ushijima probably would be very hurt if you called him names. Even if he chalked it up to you being sick or confused or something, it still stings worse than any volleyball injury. His expression won't even change though...

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HOLY CRAP THAT TOOK A WHILE-

I really hope you enjoy! Ushiwaka's so hard to write for, in my opinion! The wiki's description of his personality makes me laugh so hard-

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #yandere alphabet #haikyuu!!

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melwilson · 3 years

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Breaking Point

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: none

rating: angst, fluff

a/n: i just realized i haven’t written for steven yet so here u go ;) this has been in my drafts for awhile and i just finished. i really like this one.

Steven Grant Rogers. A name destined to be written down in history books forever. A name that changed the world and opened up its mind to new possibilities, new realities. The name of the man you had fallen in love with. The name of a man who had captured your heart before you had the chance to say no. He was a soldier. A leader. A national hero. To you, however, he was just Steve. A kind man with a good heart and an undeniable compassion for people. He was strong. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally too. It was damn near impossible to break Steve Rogers. And when he did break, no one saw and no one knew. No one except for you.

You, a former espionage agent for SHIELD. Someone who had unintentionally weaved there way into Steve’s heart. The first thing Steve noticed about you was your worth ethic. You were driven, determined, knew what you wanted, slightly intimidating too. Steve liked that. He admired your kindness and your love for all people. And that smile. God that smile was brighter than the sun and would always send a wave of warmth through him like a fresh cup of coffee. People thought you were hard. Glass shards and bloody knuckles. But if they knew you like Steve did, they’d see the real you. The woman who only liked her eggs scrambled and literally could not function without caffeine. The woman who laughed at dumb dad jokes and cried at the end of corny romance movies.

That was you and that was the you Steve loved. Although, he had never expressed his love for you out loud. You two were complicated. It was evident you wanted to be with each other, but work oftentimes got in the way of things. You didn’t get to spend as much time together as you wanted to and when you did, it was usually interrupted. So until the busyness of life settled down, you agreed that being friends- close friends, friends that loved each other- was good enough.

However, right now was one of the rare moments that you got to be alone. The rest of the team decided to go out for drinks leaving you and Steve together in the tower. You two made dinner together and watched the sunset while you ate. Steve didn’t talk much. He preferred to listen to you. He loved your voice. Some found it gruff, but Steve would say it was music to his ears. It was soft and honeyed and had the rare ability to calm him down at just the sound.

Right now you were telling him about the training exercises you and Maria were putting new candidates through. This year’s class was good, skilled, but only the top twenty would make it through, and you had fifty to choose from. The topic then bounced to how much paperwork you needed to get done and then about the last thing your mother had lectured you about on your last visit to see her.

Realizing you had been talking for far too long, you asked, “What about you, Rogers?”

The blonde raised an eyebrow. “What about me?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “How are you?”

Steve couldn’t remember the last time someone had asked him how he was and had been genuine. Of course he got the, ‘hey, how are you, Cap?’ But that was just common courtesy. Yet, here you were before him, adoration shining in your eyes as you waited for him to respond. “I’m alright. I’m good.”

You cocked your head to the side, studying the man in front of you. His blonde hair sat in an organized mess on his head, just like you liked it. He was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and black tee that outlined every muscle in his upper body. There was a scratch on his cheek from a recent mission, but the bruises surrounding it were starting to fade. He looked like your Steve. “I don’t believe you.”

“Pardon?”

“Something’s wrong. Somethings off.”

“I’m fine, Y/n.”

You shook your head with a sigh. “Steve, you don’t have to hide anything. It’s just you and me. How are you? How are you...really?” Steve had the tendency to bottle things up and shove his feelings behind him just like you. He was stubborn and headstrong and sometimes it got the best of him. Especially when refusing to talk about his feelings. He preferred to deal with it on his own. His friends had their own baggage and emotions to deal with. He wasn’t going to burden them with his problems too. And that there was one of the many beautiful things about Steve Rogers. He always had the interests of others at heart. He would sit and listen to Nat, Sam, anyone who needed a shoulder to lean on. He would be there. He would always be there. He would carry the burdens of his friends with him to lighten the load on their back. And though he knew they would always do the same for him, he never asked them to. You knew that. Everyone did.

That’s why you were trying to pry your way in. You knew Steve needed to get some things off his chest, express his frustrations, and whatever was nagging at the back of his mind. You could tell. His eyes were an open book to you. The eyes that were usually a bright, ocean blue were dull, light seemingly far. There was a heavy weight behind them, a kind of exhaustion that told you Steve was close to his breaking point.

He glanced over at you holding your gaze. A moment passed before his shoulders slumped and he a ran a hand over his face. He sighed knowing that you weren’t going to give up and you would sit with him until he talked. All because you cared. You truly and deeply cared for the man in front of you. You would be there for him at his best and at his worst, through his highs and his lows and right now was no different. You wanted to be the shoulder for Steve to lean on. You wanted him to pour out his heart to you and carry his load with him. You wanted him. All of him.

“I’m supposed to be strong,” Steve started, “That’s who I am. That’s Captain America. A symbol that is the literal embodiment of strength and courage, but Steve? Steve is weak and broken and so damn tired. And honestly, I don’t know how much longer I can do this, Y/n. I can’t keep up with this life anymore. The missions, the fighting, all of it. Not to mention all the drama. I carry the weight of this team on my shoulders and they talk about me behind my back. And I act like it doesn’t bother me, but it does. It does because I feel like I deserve a little bit more respect.” He paused for a moment, hands balled into fists, eyes searching your own. “I’m exhausted, Y/n. I just got back from a two week long mission and Fury just got new intel. A new mission is being planned as we speak. I’ll be gone for only God knows how long just to come back and be sent off again. It doesn’t feel like I’m in control of my own life anymore. And that’s not even the worst part. The worst part is that you’re here and I’m not with you. This is the longest we’ve been alone together in months. I’ve got a girl that I really like and I don’t even have enough time to take her out on a proper date. And I ask myself everyday if it’s worth it. And I think ‘of course it is. Why would you ask that kind of question? You get to make the world a safer place. Save lives,’ but how can I save lives when I can barely will myself to get out of bed in the morning? I never thought I’d say this, but I want to give it up. I’m ready to throw in the towel. I can’t do this anymore.”

Your heart was heavy as you caught Steve’s eye again. Not once had you seen him so broken, but you should have expected as such from a man who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was a protector, maybe even a savior to some, and he was a placed on a pedestal and given a crown and he was deemed the golden boy. The fearless warrior. A man of war. A lion. A leader. An Avenger. Captain America. Regardless of his title, he still had a heavy load to bear and he bore it alone so that no one else had to. And every day it became a little harder to conceal. A little harder to hold to back. But he did it anyway. He knew he would reach his breaking point, it was just a matter of time...but if he could hold it off for a little longer. However, right now, in front of you, the time had come. Steve Rogers was completely and utterly broken before you. He was weak and he was worn.

You stood up from your seat slowly, moving to crouch down in front of the blonde so you were looking up to him. Your hands rested on the side of his jean clad thighs, a sympathetic smile tugging at your lips. ‘I’m proud of you,” you mumbled, “for opening up. I know it wasn’t easy, but you needed to. Can I be honest with you though?”

Steve nodded as you began to rub circles on his thighs with your thumbs.

“I-I don’t believe you. I don’t think you’re ready to give this up quite yet. There’s no one who loves this job as much as you do. I’ve seen it. I see the way your eyes light up when you get off the jet after a successful mission. I know you love saving the lives of innocent people and getting them the justice they deserve. I know that you love your team, even if they do irritate you. I know that the world needs Captain America. Of course, Tony and Nat and Clint and the rest of the team can get the job done, but you hold that team together. They would be lost with you, Steve. You know that. You and I both do. And yeah, one day it will be too much and one day, you’ll be ready to retire, but you would beat yourself up if you left now. You’re overwhelmed and tired and exhausted. I get it, but you can’t keep holding it in. It’s not selfish to talk about what’s going on, Steve. You can ask for help, you can lean on someone else’s shoulder. You can lean on my shoulder.”

The blonde took your hands tugging you to your feet before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you down onto his lap. Immediately, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders, fingers fiddling with a loose thread. The way Steve was gazing at you made you nervous. He looked at you as if you were the moon. A light in the darkness. An enforcer of wonder, beauty, love, and amazement. Just when he thought the sunset was the most beautiful part, he saw you and your fresh, new perspective. In a matter of minutes, you were able to lift a part of the burden off of his shoulders, relieving him of his pain and exhaustion even if it was only temporary.

“You’re too good for me,” Steve said softly, letting his free hand run the length of your thigh. “Thank you for being here.”

Your fingers dance through his hair as you nodded. “There’s no other place I’d rather be.”

Adoration could be seen in Steve’s eyes from a mile away. Hesitantly, he leaned up lips brushing yours before pressing to them fully. You hummed into the kiss savoring the feeling of Steve’s lips on yours. This was the first real kiss exchanged between the two of you. There had been attempts, yes, but there had also been interruptions and inconvenient timing. Right now, though, the wait seemed to be worth it. Steve’s hands tugged at your hips, fingers digging into the exposed skin. The moment seemed to last forever, until it didn’t, and you pulled away, lips swollen and panting. Steve let his head fall to your shoulder where his lips peppered soft kissed to the base of your neck and collarbone. The feeling sent a shiver down your spine, eyes fluttering shut.

“What would I do without you?” Steve asked, voice deeper than usual.

“Quit, I guess,” you teased, pulling back to see his face fully.

His demeanor switched to serious, a hint of brokenness in his eyes. “I can’t do this without you.”

You leaned down placing a lingering kiss to the soldier’s forehead. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

#captain america #captain america x reader #captain america imagine #marvel #marvel fanfiction #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fluff #the avengers #avenger imagines #chris evans

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theunconcernedembalmer · 3 years

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ok i got the aesvic out of my system now time to pick apart the letter n why i wont really be following aesops diary exactly here. literally no one asked but i wanted to get my thoughts down somewhere cos i have. a lot

just gonna put a quick rundown of aesops diary entry as a refresher (mostly for myself so i dont miss anything): he dreamt that he was helping jerry with what was probably a murder n was affirmed n he thinks its a sign congratulating him on carrying out his duty. over the years, he carries out his duties as an undertaker n comes to the manor looking for a “fresh start” aka what sounds like his first victim. according to aesop, said victim should be quiet, n potential victim number 1 is victor. something about badly needing him to become his “silent friend” n he mentions he’ll get to wick n the 2 other survivors in due time, but for now he’s very eager to start his “mission”.

im generally okay with the letter (i have seen so many fights over this aha) cos there is no surprise he wants to kill ppl (ppl who r fighting over this point. did u even read his deductions?? guy happily killed his mentor??). but i didnt quite like the fact that he still looks up to jerry (although. i guess thats valid i just. dont like it). i was also initially kind of confused about the real reason why he would want to kill ppl since as u progress through the letter it sounds less like he kills for duty (cos of the whole dream thing at the start) but more “because i want to :)”, which is an okayish edgy kinda take imo. like not that u cant characterize aesop as Kill Kill Murder Die, but i kinda find that. pretty boring in the long term.

im just gonna put what my original take on aesop was, like all of it. first off, he hates jerry. u cannot tell me a psychotic serial killer like that can raise a child without emotional trauma. like any child, this isnt even counting the extra damage done because hes autistic. (n i also hc that aesop has read his moms letter to him at some point, n he should have come to the conclusion that it was somewhat also jerrys fault, whether through logic or denial that his mom would want to leave him, so that just adds to it.) but as much as he hates him, his teachings are the only ones hes been exposed to, n its been so ingrained in him since young so even if he hates jerry he would still subscribe to whatever twisted ideology jerry was feeding him, which ill get to in a sec.

going through his accessories, he has that origami that he folds for each of his clients, n it shows that underneath it all, aesop is still kind. this isnt expected of him n its definitely not part of his job scope as an embalmer. he (still?) has the heart to wish the best for those that have departed n takes the time n effort to fold one for each n every client he sends off, which is probably a lot. so going off on that, my hc is that jerry, being the manipulative asshole that he is (who probably definitely manipulated his mom into indirect suicide) probably used his kindness against him to make him believe that by murdering ppl he is helping them, framing all of his serial kills as a sort of mercy kill (like his mom). so the thing that aesop takes away from all this is the very twisted logic that by killing ppl he is helping them, therefore being a good embalmer and a good person in general. n everyone wants to be a sort of good person, or at least for aesop that is part of his job description to be a good embalmer. n we all know aesop is very serious about his job.

i also hc that he has killed several ppl between killing jerry n coming to the manor, cos i follow the story that he took the invitation from that poor lady n thats how he ended up at the manor. surely the lady didnt come to him right after jerry died?? but anyway, the way i see it is that he thought he liked to kill. like he finally truly understood why jerry kills so much (which is interesting now that i think about it. guy really just went along with all those murders without truly believing huh), because it felt good to kill. at least thats what he thought, the revelation that killing felt good n is good, but i say its because he hated jerry, n offing someone u kinda hate should probably feel pretty gucci. n its also so much easier to pick clients off the streets than in the manor, so i would think that he has killed ppl like his mentor did, but each time he did the great feeling that came with ending ppls life just. wasnt as good as the first time round. it just became a sort of normal satisfaction of a successful embalming.

this can go two ways: 1. he keeps on killing to try to find that great feeling again, which is cool i guess (n probably what canon would want, except canon states that he hasnt killed since jerry), but id like to go with 2. he just stops because jerry isnt around to enforce it whenever he isnt feeling up to psychoing someone to their death (which is probably how jerry got his victims, n damn if that doesnt take a lot of mind games that i dont think aesop has the mental capacity for since half of it is fighting with his social anxiety n other issues. dealing with alive strangers?? no thanks?? i doubt he would have learnt properly how to lure in clients as efficiently as jerry because of this, mostly cos he was only needed for the murder afterparty aka embalming n funerals). n as much as he stays professional, there is no. professional way of gaslighting someone to their death.

(n also since ppl have pointed out that his twitter replies n other kinda informal stuff have shown that aesop does have reverent respect for life, which also adds to him not being so blindly bloodthirsty as implied in the letter. i dont really see the twitter replies as very canon, but it does make sense that he would come to revere life with his unique take and obsession over death, for one cannot exist without the other)

so this leads me to the motive that aesop brings to the manor, at least how i see it. he isnt exactly coming to the manor to kill per se (like from the very early story, he came to the manor to return the letter to a relative of the deceased lady, something about respecting her last wishes. something like that, its really been a while since i saw that exerpt), so like killing ppl isnt his main purpose of visit. its more of hes always on the lookout for weaker (or at least those that take less mind games to kill) people to mercy kill, n it just so happens that he knows the manor n his mentor almost died from there, so theres a pretty good chance he can find some ppl that fall into this category n so it just so happens that he also has a job to do there. its still counted as a Job for him since no ones gonna tell him that embalmers dont actually. murder.

so in my version, aesop only tries to sway ppl that he knows he can convince, n these ppl would typically be those very sickly ones like his mom (andrew im looking at u) or those with an actual death wish/ very weak will to live. but here aesop is choosing his “first victim”, and the criteria for that is... quiet? never mind “not evading him” and “not cranky” being on the list too, but that isnt quite what i was expecting from someone so dedicated to their duty of murder. sure he wants an easy first kill, but like. i dont think its consistent if his motive was really to continue jerrys bastard legacy. especially when the next paragraph is essentially him gushing over victor, that... sort of implies something else. or at least in the way i see it, since i believe that canon wants us to think that aesop just really loves to kill.

aesop likes victor. very much so. so much till he wants to kill him. which i guess makes sense cos he likes death, n now he likes victor. so he just. puts the two things he likes together. whats better than victor? dead victor. anyway the rest of the letter is more like “whatever, i technically should kill the others too but my priority is victor” so like. he confuses his (dare i say) yandere tendencies with his duty since the end goal for both is a body in a coffin.

having said that. i know i have aesvic brainrot but i also know this is one sided as hell (at least from the letter alone, not counting the letter shaped cookies in his birthday art that apparently belonged to victors birthday cake aha) n lowkey alarming since. the goal is to kill victor. i kinda want to interpret it as him genuinely wanting to be friends with victor (really wanting him to be a “silent friend”, maybe cos he doesnt actually know how to be friends with living ppl n is better with dead ones? therefore victor should be dead to be friends?) but not knowing how to n throwing in his obsession with death ends up with. this minor disaster waiting to happen. but i uh. dont know if this is valid. its valid to me at least, with my original interpretation of aesop. n again cos of his ingrained professionalism, he also kinda sees this as part of his job to send ppl off, so its another plus. not for victor, tho.

idk if ill add this yandere side in my aesop. i mean my boi has technically tried to kill victor multiple times in the past HAHAHAHA. maybe like sometimes he can be a bit obsessive. as a treat. but generally nah cos thats definitely gonna end up in a murder somewhere somehow n i cant. just kill victors here on the ask blog scene lashjflkjhdlfkjhas

so yeah that kinda takes care of the last part of the letter, as for the first part. as much as aesop hates jerry, i would also think hes pretty starved for affirmation (like i said jerry isnt going to be a good parent figure ever) n i guess it makes sense if the only times jerry has ever complimented him was aiding him in his kills n hiding the evidence, which might (?) add to his desire to kill (but that probably dies with jerry aha). so the way i see it as aesop is getting affirmation n takes it as a good sign instead of. remotely liking jerry. idk if im stretching it a little but i really dont like the take where hes okay with jerry. anyway we are ignoring that he hasnt killed before entering the manor cos that doesnt quite make sense to me (i wasnt dreaming about the letter from a lady stabbed in the face 36 times or so right???? right???????)

im also not like. trying to defend him, im just trying to make sense of his diary. boi has issues n is a little too far gone (not as far as canon tho), in my take very deluded in his way of showing kindness. literally cool motive still murder (or in canon, just murder?), please get therapy. but i just dont really like the direction that the letter was originally trying to imply, with him really just hell bent on murder without like. a clear motive (at least to me it isnt very clear since the last part really doesnt sound consistent with his supposed intentions). i mean i love being edgy with aesop every now n then but i dont think it would make for meaningful characterizations in the long run so. ill still be sticking with my original take on aesop with maybe a bit of yandere for victor cos thats always fun

#unconcerned ramblings #mun rambles #its me the mun #im so sorry i talk so much. i was like Okay i should stop talking on my blog now. n then i didnt #i dont even know if this makes sense im still sleep deprived n tired as hell but i literally cant sleep cos this was bothering me so much #also cos i see a lot of ppl like. just nope the letter n somehow began to hate aesop after loving him as a character for so long. which is #interesting. cos this letter isnt exactly out of the blue. we been knew #just a few minor things that i disagree with. but generally i think it was an okay letter

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angeltrapz · 3 years

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oosdkk dude im sorry ur mood dropped too.. i hope u feel better soon <3 but like i wld love 2 hear more abt ur thoughts on Art in general bc Boy Is He Interesting, and also a lil more abt Daniel coming out as nonbinary to his dad (whether he knows Eric is trans or not at that moment skjdfhdskf)! + if ur feelin it just more abt Mallick in general ESP cuz we agree that Brit doesn't make it thru V

djhfjdks thank u sm <3

okay Art first. I genuinely wonder abt him so much, something in specific I think abt is that aside frm Amanda (+ Eric, obviously, but talkin abt disciples) Art is one of the only trap victims EVER 2 be tested twice and it’s like... what’s that abt? Why? as u’ve said b4 it rly depends on how you personally view his character: whether he’s a disciple or not. fr me, both options are equally plausible, n honestly I don’t rly confine myself to either; it sorta depends on what I’m feeling/writing. if we’re talking abt art being a disciple, then the Spinecutter not going off (one of my BIGGEST questions) makes total sense, as Hoffman’s side of the trap was never set up to work either, + Jigsaw disciples have a history (aside from Lawrence) of appearing as victims in other tests/traps. if he were not just another pawn and was in fact a disciple himself, then the Spinecutter was never meant to go off - it was there just to make Eric think it COULD go off/make it look convincing to outsiders. which brings me to ANOTHER question: what does Art know abt Eric? does he know anything? what does he think of Eric?

(lil side note: if Art is a disciple, then I kinda wonder if it’s a lil bit of a Hoffman + Lawrence situation where Hoffman didn’t know abt Art either? just bc he looks so shocked when he sees Art’s face fully fr the first time... that could’ve just been acting on Hoffman’s part but IDK. food fr thought)

personally, I feel like Art probably does know a lil bit abt Eric - at the very least, he’d know tht Eric had been previously tested + failed by John’s rules, but then I feel that he wld also know Eric didn’t rly have a chance in his second test. that is why Art trying so fucking hard to keep Eric alive is interesting 2 me: what is his motivation 2 do that? like he’s been told Eric’s basically just there to get Rigg to participate, he doesn’t have any personal obligation or anything like that. sure, the aim is to keep Eric alive + see if Rigg can pass his “test,” but nobody said anything about grabbing a man you barely know around his ankles to keep him frm hanging himself w a noose made of chains. nobody said anything abt speaking to him so softly, not even raising your voice beyond saying “hey,” and asking him do you understand? when you tell him to keep still and prevent him frm killing his counterpart (which, if Art is a disciple, he knows it won’t, but he still speaks to Eric so softly, so compassionately, doesn’t he?)

nobody said anything abt grabbing him around the waist and steadying him again after being punched by said man. but Art does that. he stabilizes Eric’s feet on the ice as best he can and he keeps his hips straight and he basically says “look, we’re all stuck here, you need to keep it together ‘til that clock counts down if you want us to live, but I’m giving you a choice,” and he presses the gun w the single bullet into Eric’s hands and tells him it’s up to him. nobody said Art had to care but he does, I think, and it’s just like. he really didn’t have to keep Eric alive over the course of Rigg’s test. he didn’t. but he did and I just,, where does it come from? why does he care? this is even going beyond the fact that we’ve talked abt them being together after their test in a scenario where they both survive - I just think that Art at his core is a very stubborn but very compassionate person, whether he wants 2 be or not. like he HAS to know that kind of involvement cld prove to be extremely detrimental but he cares. I feel like that says a lot abt him (even if he does call Eric an asshole a couple times while doing it,,).

plus I also just. I think his reason for being tested (as it seems to be in most cases) is extremely flimsy. he was doing his job. he’s a LAWYER. often times it has nothing 2 do w personal feelings; they’re there to do their job and sometimes, unfortunately, that is defending possibly reprehensible people (in cases like Rex’s & Ivan’s). + John was already upset w him regarding their argument abt the urban renewal group so like it just feels So Very Petty, y’know?? even in the scenario where he IS a disciple, testing him twice seems entirely like John having a personal vendetta against him. Amanda is the only other person to be tested twice aside from Eric, so like. what. is that abt Mr. Kramer.

like I’ve said b4 in dms one could argue that Art is grey morally, bc we never rly see anything of him outside of flashbacks + acting as a test controller in IV, esp given that he... rly doesn’t seem too bothered abt it all? which is fair. but I also feel like the concern he shows towards Eric is smth to be considered as well.

+ YESS NONBINARY DANIEL I know I’ve mentioned it b4 but for reference, I read Daniel as masc nonbinary (he/they)! so I feel like Daniel wld b pretty comfortable w his identity, he’s never rly had a reason not to be (it’s rly anyone’s guess here tho bc we never see Eric + Daniel + Kate... as a family unit, for obvious reasons), so I feel like he’s vry chill abt it? and in the scenario where Eric survives n is dating Adam, I feel like Daniel wld talk 2 him abt it first (Adam is an adult they quickly come to trust + he’s vocal abt being trans himself so there’s that added layer of understanding - other than his mom maybe Adam might b the first person they come out 2). they’re just kinda like “so I wanna tell my dad I’m nonbinary but like I’ve literally never thought abt coming out what do I do” and Adam’s just like. Aha. bc he knows Eric is Also Trans so like, he doesn’t tell Daniel that bc it’s not his info to share, but he’s definitely like “oh it’ll totally be fine. trust me you have no reason to worry” so Daniel’s just like Okay. I Got This

+ I know I mentioned this in dms but Daniel wld absolutely wear those floral ripped hem skirts over jeans, so I feel like on one of his visits to his dad’s, he just. wears that combined w a completely random niche graphic tee he bought when shopping w Adam (I adore this hc n I am Holding Onto It) n is just like. not super open abt it bc he doesn’t know what to expect? he just kinda waits fr Eric to comment on it but when he doesn’t, Daniel gets nervous n is like “do I look okay?” and Eric’s rly chill abt it, like “yeah! it looks vry cool, vry alternative.” n like Daniel is relieved, of course, but also he’s just like God Pls Say Something so he just comes out w it like “okay this is not working. I’m nonbinary.”

and he’s COMPLETELY SHOCKED when Eric is just like “oh why didn’t u say so? do u have a different name u wanna go by? is Daniel still okay?” bc he wasn’t sure how much Eric knew, so he’s just like “uh no Daniel is still good, he/they pronouns though” and Eric’s just like alright cool but internally Daniel’s just like ??????

n THAT is when Eric asks him 2 come sit out on th front steps w him n is just like. “I don’t think I ever told u this but I’m trans. I transitioned during training in my early 20s” n Daniel is nodding while internally he’s like Adam I’m gonna throttle u. he worked himself up fr NOTHING. he just kinda laughs abt it and Eric is like “are u good?” ‘cause he’s a lil worried but then Daniel just smiles and is like “yeah I’m fine! just realizing I had nothing 2 be worried abt” and it’s a rly good moment fr them. they sit out there together talking abt their experiences for quite a while n at some point Adam steps outside 2 find them deep in conversation + he just smiles n goes back inside bc he cares abt them both so much and seeing them talk like that makes him so 💞💞 (Eric is SO PROUD u can see it on his face)

ohhh gosh Mallick,,, I spend a lot of time thinking abt him actually. he’s just one of those characters I feel vry connected to (me 🤝 Mallick: Ambiguous Disorder 💕) n one I got surprisingly attached to? hello (he IS one of my f/os)

I feel like Mallick is a very lonely person at his core. the way he sort of clings to Brit (w out the whole like. adrenaline of being in very very real danger w ppl trying to kill u SEVERAL TIMES) somewhat confirms this fr me. this is someone who has no reason to look out fr him, no reason to keep protecting him when their fellow captives hit him over th head w a club or attempt to push him into a bathtub to ELECTROCUTE him, but she keeps doing it and he’s just. in awe of it a little bit? ‘cause she could just let Charles knock him tf out or let Luba push him in but she fights for him, some1 she has no obligation to n met fr the first time literally when they woke up.

the moment they share b4 they stick their arms into the saws to activate the 10 Pints of Sacrifice is so very vulnerable and maybe even a little tender. yes he calls her a monster, yes she calls him one back, neither of them deny it. it’s an admission and an acceptance. they’re monsters, sure, fine, okay. but they are monsters and they are in this together. Brit tells Mallick it’s okay when he says he can’t do this alone. she says okay, okay, it’s okay, we’ll go together. and they help each other secure their tourniquets and they stick their hands in together bc it’s the two of them, literally hand in hand, fighting for their lives n for each other n they’re in so so much pain but they are doing it TOGETHER. I lose it thinking abt it!!! they even have a head bonk moment!!! I very much feel like it has some cinematic parallels to Adam & Lawrence’s moment in SAW 2004!!!!

+ as u mentioned, we both share the thought that Brit likely died since she wasn’t present at Bobby’s meetings, and. I want to touch on how fucking despondent and lost Mallick looks when we see him again in 3D. lights on but no one’s home. I feel like for Mallick, losing Brit was losing the first chance at a real connection he’s had in god knows how long - and for him, that’s just very shattering. he’s been thru hell, he’s watched three people die right in front of him, he sawed his ARM IN HALF, n the person he went through all of that with didn’t make it. but he did. and I feel like for Mallick that’s just like... he doesn’t understand it. but he feels even lonelier than he ever has b4 because the One Person who was there w him thru it all, the one person who could ever possibly understand what happened that night, is gone.

the Mallick we see in V would NEVER sit down n willingly listen to Bobby Dagen’s bullshit abt loving yr scars n taking pride in the fact u survived. he wld hate that man with a passion n I am very much sure of this. the fact that he’s sitting in that chair looking numb and glassy-eyed and silent? Mallick is trying to find some1 to connect to, find a place where maybe he belongs. trying to fill that hole that losing Brit made. why else wld he be sitting there, listening to someone he would ordinarily tell to shove his self-love bullshit up his ass? he’s lost. he’s just trying to keep his head above water and find a way to shore even though everything in him is fighting not to. he’s adrift without her.

+ ALTERNATIVELY, bc the reality of that is just. crushing n maybe not where I needed 2 go, in the scenario where Brit survived + just doesn’t want to put up w Bobby’s bullshit, I imagine them to actually move in together after a lil bit of time getting 2 know each other better w out the pressure of “oh god we’re gonna die.” she kinda helps him build up a sense of self-worth bc GOD it’s practically non-existent n thinking abt possible reasons why makes me sad. she’s definitely just like “no, you do deserve to be cared for and you deserve help when you need it, you deserve good things n to be happy.” she just kinds shuts it down while still making sure to talk 2 him abt WHY he feels that way (she’s not dismissing, but she’s trying to nip it in th bud) n Mallick is just like. huh. bc no one’s really done that fr him before. but it rly does end up helping in the long run, even if it is a very slow pace toward actually getting 2 a place where he recognizes his own worth + realizes he deserves all the things he wants Brit 2 have too. they’re there for each other thru thick n thin and if they made it thru their game, they can make it thru anything.

#saw #art #daniel #eric #adam #mallick #brit #thank u so much I rly appreciated this #n it helped me get my mind off things a little #I'm rly glad my ask helped u too!!! mutual support hours #long post #thoughts separated by dashes bc I had Way More than I thought I did oops #asks

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The ghost of romance future

Part Two // Part Three

Pairing: Spike x reader (gender neutral, I will specify fem! or male! if otherwise)

Request: reader is slightly older than the scoobies and really protective of them, especially buffy. The reader hates spike because of how he's bragged about killing slayers in the past. However, a while after he gets the chip, they start to grow on each other, and eventually fall for each other. Sort of an enemies to lovers type of deal. I really really love your stories, I think they might just be my favorite btvs fics fr. Even if you don't do this request, thanks for all the great writing! ❤

Requested by: Anon

Warnings: Swearing. There’s a little heated kissing but idk if that needs a warning lol

A/N: Flattery will get u everywhere with me apparently. Kind asks totally get my inspiration flowing, also Spike and enemies to lovers. So, to sum up, this was one heavenly request for me!

Sunnydale was surprisingly quiet at the moment which meant bad things were probably on the horizon. You were smiling as you did your night-time routine though, thinking about something Spike had said to you that evening at the Bronze which had made you laugh. He was growing on you, ever since the Initiative chipped him, he had been a lot more fun to be around. You didn’t really like him when you first met, you weren’t even convinced by him a few months ago, but now you found yourself almost enjoying his company. Platonically, of course.

That night, as you started to get into bed the temperature in the room started to chill. It was as if you had unknowingly walked into a freezer. You jumped, dropping the sheet you had pulled back for you to slip into as a voice boomed out of nowhere, echoing against each wall in the room. You turned to see a ghost staring straight at you. Great, just what you needed.

“You will be visited by three ghosts tonight. The ghosts of romance beginning, possible and destiny” The figure spoke, apparently the powers that be were getting tired of you and Spike dancing around each other and decided to take direct action.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“The first apparition shall arrive when the clock strikes one” The figure spoke as it disappeared before your eyes. You groaned, you really didn’t need to see some warped Christmas Carol-style look at your past dates. But, that wasn’t what this was. As you fell deep into a sleep you had been fighting so that the apparition wouldn’t get its way, you had a dream. It was very similar to that of a prophetic dream you may or may not have been pretending to read about at a Scooby meeting a day previous.

The Beginning:

The first scene was a memory of yours from a while ago, which really was just lazy haunting on the spectre’s part. It was one of the times that you had finished shouting at Spike for being just plain nasty to your younger friends. You were a few years older than the other Scoobies, making you the protective, ‘parent’ friend. Any advice, worries or study support and you were there. You particularly worried about Buffy, the responsibility she held got her down sometimes and you felt protective of her as if she was your little sister. You wished you could protect her from everything that came her way.

When Spike, having ignored your rant, started to follow Buffy through a darkened graveyard, you stepped out. You had no super-strength, no secret powers, but you did have an attitude and a protective streak. So you blocked his path.

“No”

“Wh-”

“Just no, Spike. Leave her alone” You warned. He enjoyed taunting her with threats and stories of his past exploits, especially gruesomely detailing the way he killed slayers in the past.

“I was just gonna offer my services”

“There are no services you can provide that are gonna make Buffy listen to you. Go home”

“Jealousy looks cute on you, pet”

“Just – go” You warned. He smirked, moving in. He grabbed your upper arm, a mean look as he pulled you into him so he could whisper in your ear. But you thought fast, “Ow! Ow that really hurts!” You hissed, wincing and shaking in pain as he dropped your arm and started to clutch his own head in agony. He hadn’t realised he had gripped your arm that tight. Bloody breakable human bones.

But you straightened up as he started to clutch his head, smiling a satisfied grin before winking. He hadn’t hurt you. You had been pretending, which still fired off the chip because he thought he had caused pain.

“I bloody hate you!” he shouted, still rubbing his head, “Spiteful fucking bitch” He seethed, pointing at you angrily. Wishing he could twist your arm out of its socket and cause excruciating pain you had just given him. He stalked off, the opposite direction from both you and Buffy which had been your goal to begin with, so you were satisfied.

The Possibility:

The second dream sequence was, again, some pretty lazy ghosting in your opinion. It was you and Spike at the magic box last week. You found yourselves sat together as the others excitably skipped to the dance floor. You and Spike were left nursing your drinks together.

“Alright, love?” he asked as you watched the others with a little smile. You weren’t so much older, but old enough that you looked at them fondly as if you were reminiscing about being as carefree as them in your youth. They didn’t get the chance often and you saw Buffy and Riley dancing together which made you happy for her. She needed something like this, something more stable.

“Yeah, it’s just a nice evening” You smiled at Willow and Tara as they gave you a little wave, shaking your head as they tried again to get you to join them and dance.

“Too right, bagged more than one demon and the onion flower’s back on the menu” Spike said, looking over at the bar. He wasn’t too bothered by what the others were doing.

“Onion flower?”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t tried it”

“I haven’t” you shrugged, sipping on your soda. As much as you enjoyed partying with the others, you wanted to keep an eye out and get them all home safe at the end of the night. They were mostly new to drinking so you wanted to be on hand and sober if there were any disasters.

“You haven’t lived! Bloody brilliant, they soak it in water first then fry it – shallow – on both sides until golden”

You were staring at the dance floor as he spoke animatedly, his hands gesturing, clearly this was a particular favourite of his. You looked at him, an amused smile on your face. It made his face harden, he hadn’t realised how carried away he had gotten. He looked a bit embarrassed and you couldn’t help the genuine smile that spread across your face.

“Hey, that sounds pretty cool” You offered him, he was clearly expecting you to make fun of him or run to the microphone at the front and announce loud to the entire Bronze that he was actually really lame and not at all scary. He looked at you for a moment, almost as if he wanted to say something more. Offer more than the usual insults you both traded, but he just got up to get himself another drink – not offering to buy you a round.

However, Spike came back with a smug grin and an onion flower which he set in front of you. You couldn’t help smiling softly at his enthusiasm, it was almost endearing. His face faltered as he saw the way you were looking at him, he felt something suspiciously close to affection rising in his chest, connecting through clusters of nerves throughout his entire body. This was when he realised he liked you. He really liked you. Oh no.

The Destiny:

The third ghost brought you somewhere that was not yet in your memory, but you were very pleased with the way it made you feel. It was unusual, you felt older but nothing about Sunnydale had apparently changed. Spike was in your apartment, a place he had never been invited before but he walked around the place as if he knew it. As if it were his own house.

It was like you were watching a romantic film, the anticipation whether the love interest would kiss you being almost painful. You were staring at him as he moved around your kitchen with ease, making you a hot drink and taking some blood from your fridge. You yearned for him and could tell he felt the same. The subtle glances, the desire for the other’s touch.

He smiled when he saw you watching, you walked into the kitchen, taking your cup and sipping it slowly. It was made exactly how you like it. Spike moved so that he was looping his arms around your waist from behind. You hummed, staring out of the window into the cool night. You felt calm, safe. Something you had never thought about with Spike but you had a feeling that after this dream, it was all you were going to be feeling.

“I’m so glad I’ve got you, love… never thought we’d actually do it mind”

“I could never imagine my life without loving you, Spike. It just feels so right” You found your mouth moving of its own accord.

“Mm, and a little wrong… in a good way” he smirked, moving into your neck as he mumbled the words. He pressed some soft kisses there as he thought about the way you had become his. He loved you, not able to stop himself grinning like an idiot when you were around him still. The strangest part was that you knew he loved you and your feelings complimented his perfectly.

“In the best way” You confirmed, finding yourself smiling. You set the mug down, knowing what was coming as he spun you around to face him. He smirked, eyeing you as you smiled in anticipation.

There was that familiar look in his eye before he moved in, you felt blunt teeth grazing your neck, your own breathy moans ricocheting around the room as you grasped at his shirt. You clutched at strands of his blonde hair, his kisses heated but with an underlying affection he could never shake when it came to you. he pressed you against the kitchen counter, laying kisses so hot they felt as if they were marking your skin, his lips branding you as his. They were on yours now, you moaned into his mouth as his hands started to roam and this is where the dream ended.

It was disappointing, the anticipation was killing you and you longed for this to be real some day. You woke with a start, jolting up in bed. You woke to find yourself alone in your apartment, desperately missing Spike’s touch. His kiss. His love.

Whatever had been going on last night, you were sure you would never see Spike the same again and honestly, you didn’t really want to.

#spike x reader #spike x you #spike imagine #spike btvs #btvs imagine #btvs x reader #btvs oneshot #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagines #scooby reader #scooby gang x reader #gender netural reader #gender neutral #btvs #heated kissing #Riley Finn #Tara Maclay #Buffy Summers #dream sequence

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Lacuna - Part Three

- Characters: Johnny Suh x reader, members of nct - Category: single parent au, fluff, slight angst. - Word count: 6.3k - Warnings: - - Navigation: prologue | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | epilogue - Author’s notes: ACK SHE IS FINALLY HERE SKSKKSK if u noticed, I'm adding an extra part to the series ksksksk as always, this series is dedicated to you bub! love u heaps.

“How was it?” Taeyong asks, taking a sip from the cup of coffee you had just made him.

You ponder on the question for a few seconds before you take the seat opposite him on the dining table. “Pretty well. I think Youngho really likes him.”

Taeyong nods knowingly in relief. He studies your distracted expression before proceeding with his next question. “And how do you feel?”

“Good. I’m happy if Youngho is,” you reply almost too quickly while you play with the ceramic mug nestled in your palms.

Taeyong’s brow shoots upwards and you begin to hate the fact that you really were incapable of hiding anything from him. “So how do you really feel?”

You let out an exasperated sigh this time and the familiar sensation of heaviness comes back to sit on your chest. Ever since that day at the playground, you have been anything but at peace. Seeing Youngho elated meeting his father finally after four years should make you the happiest mother on earth, but whenever your thoughts trace back to that day, worries and concerns cloud your mind.

“I should be happy right?” You start, trailing your eyes to the wooden table. “But.. I don’t know. I feel restless Yong. Johnny has every right to meet his son and that was the primary reason why I allowed it to happen in the first place. But now what? What happens next? Is he going to stick around for Youngho? He’s going to be the next in line for their company– He has so much on his plate. I–” your voice drops when your thoughts run haywire and you don’t know which words to say next.

Taeyong listens to you silently and decides to never let you know how it crushes him inside to see you like this.

“He came back here for other reasons yet I come along and tell him he’s a father of a four year old. I don’t want to impose that role on him so fast nor do I want him to feel he has the responsibility of looking after Youngho because I can do it by myself just fine. I want him to have the choice..”

“Y/n, of course he’s going to want to take responsibility of Youngho. He’s the dad, and any sane person on this planet would feel the need to take care of and protect their own child,” Taeyong replies calmly, making you look up at him. “You’re forgetting about the kind of person Johnny is. We’re talking about the person who once contemplated abandoning everything he’s ever wanted in his whole life just to be with you. Remember? He wouldn’t have left if it wasn’t for you convincing him otherwise.”

Taeyong’s words are like daggers to your heart and you almost choke on the impending tears when you remember how difficult it was to let Johnny go.

“So what makes you think he’s going to leave his son behind?”

It’s not often that you have these kinds of conversation with Taeyong, the last one being five years ago when you were absolutely in fragments the day Johnny left. But whenever you do, you always expect Taeyong to leave you speechless with everything he has to say because he was always right, just like now.

The familiar ring of the doorbell echoes in the house and you get up immediately to hide the fact that Taeyong’s words stirred the things you’ve buried deep down back to life.

Through the glass door, you find Youngho in Johnny’s arms and they’re laughing with each other, probably about something Johnny said. Sliding the glass door open, you catch the attention of the two and Youngho’s eyes immediately brighten up when he sees you.

“Mommy!” He outstretches his arms out to you and you instantly take him from Johnny’s hold and hug him tight. You notice the way Johnny’s scent lingers on your son and you try hard not to let the distinct smell affect you too much as it sends you through waves of nostalgia.

“How was school?” You murmur into his ear, his arms never leaving your neck.

“Really good! I have a surprise for you in my bag,” Youngho replies, excitement evident in his voice. “And Daddy brought me my favourite fruit snacks when he came to collect me so I’m extra happy.”

Your eyes involuntarily widen at the term that leaves Youngho’s lips for the very first time and your gaze flies to Johnny who’s smiling bashfully as he rubs the nape of his neck. You melt at the thought of Johnny feeling ecstatic for being acknowledged by his son and the thought of Youngho finally having someone to call his dad. Taeyong’s words reverberate in your mind and before you know it, a glimmer of hope finds its way to comfort you.

“Thank you for picking Youngho up from school today,” you say to Johnny who’s still caught up with Youngho calling him his dad.

“My pleasure,” he replies. Youngho lets go of you then so that he can twist his body to look at Johnny. “I’ll see you soon?” Johnny says.

“Are you going to bring me to school tomorrow again too?” Youngho asks innocently, eyes expectant.

Johnny pauses before he glances at you. “Of course. If mommy is okay with it?”

You try your best not to flinch when Johnny directs at you and you wish he had used your name instead.

“Mommy is it okay?” Youngho asks you, breaking you out of your trance.

“Of course baby,” you reply.

Youngho beams at you then and his smile motivates you even further to give it your all to keep it. Taeyong appears by the hallway and Youngho instantly scurries off your arms to go and greet his favourite uncle.

“Hi Johnny,” Taeyong says as he scoops Youngho into his arms.

Johnny gestures at Taeyong with a nod, “Hey Tae.”

“I’ll take Youngho inside first,” Taeyong announces. “Thanks for bringing him home man.”

When Youngho smiles at Taeyong, he whizzes Youngho away to leave you and Johnny alone. You watch Taeyong’s back disappears behind a door and when he’s gone, you turn back to Johnny who has his hands hidden in the pockets of his jeans.

“I hope spending time with Youngho isn’t interfering with your schedules,” you say, genuinely worried. “You must be so busy.”

Johnny shakes his head right away. “Not at all. Don’t worry about it. There’s so much I need to make up for, I don’t wanna miss any chance I get.”

You give him a weak smile. “Johnny I hope you don’t feel you have to do this, you know–”

Johnny is already nodding at you. “I know y/n. I want to though–” He’s peering into your eyes and you can’t quite point a finger on what his eyes want to tell you.

“I want to be his dad.”

You blink at him in utter shock but his words bring your raging concerns and previous worries to rest. And you let out a huge exhale when the comfort relieves all the contemplations that’s been keeping you up at night. You didn’t know the words Johnny has just said were the ones you were in desperate need of.

“Okay,” is all you can say, still stunned.

“And I want to say thank you, for letting me meet him,” Johnny adds, voice genuine and lips smiling.

“Johnny, he’s your son. Of course you have all the right to meet him,” you answer.

Johnny shrugs his shoulders and shift in his spot. “I know that. But it mustn’t have been easy on your part to let Youngho meet someone he’s never met all his life and to even introduce me as his dad.”

You nod understandingly, gaining a better insight to Johnny’s thoughts. Taeyong was right. You really were starting to forget the Johnny you knew from before. Because up until now you’ve forgotten how he always managed to reassure you in some sort of way. His reassurance only makes you believe even more that allowing Johnny back into your life was the right decision. If not for you, but definitely for your son.

“Hey, everything is good, he really likes you,” you say in attempts to lighten up the mood.

Johnny chuckles, the sound he emits sending goosebumps all over your skin. “I’m glad. I want to beat Taeyong and be his only favourite.”

You laugh at this and so does Johnny. Silence follows after.

“Hey y/n?”

“Hm?”

“Is it okay if I pick you up from work some time? With Youngho?”

And it feels just like nine years ago. Everything happening at this moment reminds you of the very first time Johnny had asked you to go on your first date with him; a shy smile grazing his lips, his eyes imploring yours as he rocks back and forth on his toes. The nostalgia floods even more and for a second, you swear that the butterflies have come back.

You smile at Johnny when you manage to bring yourself back to the present, loving the featherweight settling in your insides.

“Okay.”

“How are things at home?” Doyoung asks over dinner, your schedules finally aligning with each other’s to make up for the time you bailed on him last minute.

You swallow your noodles after munching on them, wiping your lips with a napkin, “Really good. Youngho’s doing great.”

Doyoung nods with a smile, leaning across the table with a napkin between his fingers to wipe the corner of your lip which you had missed. Your eyes widen for a moment as he sits back in his seat, “That’s good. I haven’t seen him in a while. Maybe I should come and visit soon,” he replies casually, as if what he just did didn’t just throw you off the edge.

You play it off with a smile, silently asking yourself if Doyoung did indeed expect more to come out of this friendship than you did. “Of course. He’d be thrilled to see you.”

“What is he into these days? I should bring over a present while I'm at it.”

You chuckle, the familiarity of Doyoung’s nature settling in again. “There’s no need Doie, you don’t have to get him anything.”

Doyoung shrugs, “I want to. I want to win his heart over.”

You raise a brow as you watch him take a big gulp of water in one go. He’s avoiding your eyes and it makes you suspect if those words were meant to come out or not, or if there was so much more laid hidden underneath them. You don’t want to assume anything, but Taeyong’s words keep eating at you and though you’ve considered asking Doyoung straight upfront, you always seem to find yourself deciding against it for fear of making it awkward between you two or even worse, losing a friend you really liked being around with. Doyoung was good company and the many times you’ve spent with each other was proof that he was a friend who supported you in all aspects of your life.

But a part of you, the bigger part of you, can’t help but wish Taeyong was wrong.

You decide to drop the subject when you see Doyoung shift uncomfortably in his seat. Dinner continues on like that, the both of you carrying on like he didn’t say what he just did, talking about little occurrences of your lives you hope the other would find interesting, maybe just to pass time and to ignore the elephant that’s sitting in the room.

Doyoung drops you home like he always does, jogs over to the passenger seat to open the door for you so that you can exit his car. He does something different tonight though because you see him offering a hand out to you. It’s very Doyoung-like, you think and as you take his hand and step out of the car, you can’t help but feel his hand linger in yours, the seconds lasting too long for your liking, so you slowly pull away.

You use your retracted hand to rub your arm, suddenly growing conscious under his gaze and he’s in the midst of opening his mouth to say something when the headlights of a car emerging from the distance shine directly into both of your visions.

You see Johnny coming out of the driver’s seat not too long after he pulls the brakes and before he sees you both, he’s jogging over to the backseat. Youngho comes into view then as Johnny unbuckles him from his carseat and into his arms. Johnny smiles the second he sees you but the moment doesn’t last too long when he sees Doyoung beside you.

“Mommy!”

Youngho is asking to be put down and Johnny complies by setting him on the ground. The child zooms his way over to you, arms outstretched to greet you in a hug. Doyoung watches the whole thing unfold in front of him, a burst of questions running through his head when he gets a clearer view of Johnny walking towards where you both were.

“My baby! I missed you!” you exclaim as soon as Youngho lands in your arms, hugging him tight as you lift him up. “Did you have fun today?” Youngho continues to hug you tight by the neck, melting your heart knowing that he had missed you as much as you missed him.

“So much fun,” Youngho replies into your shoulder. You see Johnny standing in front of you and you shoot him a grateful smile. He returns it to you, a smile even bigger than yours.

“Doyoung,” Johnny clears his throat. “It’s good to see you.”

Doyoung blinks out of his daze. “J-Johnny. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

You realise the situation then, mentally face palming yourself when you catch the knowing or teasing look in Johnny’s face that’s clearly directed at you with a crooked smile on his face. You shut your eyes to avoid his teasing gazes, remembering the night at the gala where you practically pretended it had been the first time you met him.

“Mister Doie!” Youngho calls and he waves at him from your shoulder.

Doyoung momentarily takes his eyes off Johnny to entertain Youngho who's now grinning at him and gazing at him with big wide eyes, smiling at the nickname. “Hey little one.”

Growing too uncomfortable in the situation, you immediately try to get out of it. “Johnny, can you take Youngho inside first? I’ll follow after.”

You’re not sure why Johnny’s grin is growing wider by the minute and you’re raising a confused brow at him when he takes Youngho from you. You fish your bag for your keys and when you find them, you give it to him, his smile still too prominent for your liking.

“Baby I’ll see you in a bit okay?”

“Okay mommy.”

“Okay y/n.”

You’re frowning at Johnny when he responds to your statement that was clearly directed to Youngho. Even Youngho is perplexed that he snaps his head to his dad, who appears to have no notion of what he had just said, his gaze still on you, too soft and too gentle, as if you had the entire world to gawk at right behind your back. But it was just you, frowning at him, and it was less likely that he’d be staring at Doyoung like that too.

You make a face at him, your features taught as you silently signal him to take Youngho into the house. He blinks once, the smile never leaving his lips and finally tears his eyes off you to direct his attention to Doyoung who’s been watching silently this whole time with widened eyes.

“Doyoung, I’ll get going first. I’ll see you at the office.”

Johnny doesn't wait for a response and proceeds to walk away from the two of you with Youngho watching you from his shoulder.

You laugh awkwardly to break the silence that lingers between you two when Johnny and Youngho are no longer in sight. Doyoung nods slowly, trying to make an understanding of the situation but no matter how many times he’s tried to come up with theories, none of them made sense. All he knows or assumes, is that you and Johnny had gotten very close since your first meeting at the gala, so much so that he’s even looking after your son now.

You know you’re not in any way, indebted to explain yourself, or the current situation, but you feel like you owe it to Doyoung anyway because if there was one thing with Doyoung, he had always been honest with you.

“Hit me with it,” you say, facing him as you secretly brace for the worst. You’re not even sure why you’re nervous but the slight tremble at the tips of your fingers is enough to indicate that what you’d be talking about next will change your relationship with Doyoung forever.

“Johnny?”

You nod slowly, pursing your lips together. It wasn’t a full question, but the mere mention of the name was all it took for you to understand what he meant.

“Johnny, he’s, he’s Youngho’s dad.”

Doyoung’s already round eyes grow even more round, his mouth hanging agape in the process. Silence hangs in the air again and Doyoung’s blinking into nothing, as if trying to put the pieces together to form a coherent picture, but there were still too many information missing.

“I thought you didn’t know each other?” Doyoung quizzes, brows knitting together in the middle. “At the gala?”

You smile sheepishly, “Well you see, I was so stunned to see him there. I didn’t expect him to be there at all since it had been so long since we saw each other last, so when you introduced us... I really didn’t know what to say.”

Doyoung blinks hard and shakes his head once as if to shake the confusion away from his head. He holds his palm up to you as a signal to give him a few minutes to comprehend so you press your lips together in a thin line. You wonder how much more information you’re going to have to give him and you ponder if it would even be necessary knowing that your current situation with Johnny had nothing to do with him or your friendship.

“So... wait. Johnny told me he’d been in the States the past five years,” Doyoung trails off, finally looking at you again, his eyes still hazy with confusion. “Does that mean...”

You nod to confirm his theory. “Johnny only found out about Youngho when he came back.”

Doyoung breathes a big chunk of air, his shoulders rising at the same time his chest does before he releases it through a sigh, slowly comprehending the situation. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks genuinely.

You blink, the question taking you aback a little not because of the way he asked but because it was the last thing you thought he’d ever ask. “I didn’t really see any relevance in telling you.” And it sounds harsh, but it was true.

“Of course it’s relevant y/n!” You’re caught by surprise when he raises his voice slightly, the flinching of your body giving you away and when Doyoung sees this, he pauses to recollect himself. “Y/n- I-”

“I like you, okay,” Doyoung admits quietly, lowering his head to the ground after. “I’m not sure if you could tell, but I've been trying to give you hints for the past two years we’ve known each other.”

So Taeyong really was right.

Youngho is the first person that pops in your mind.

“Doie, I have a son.”

Doyoung takes a step closer to you, “I know that. And it never mattered to me.”

You feel your heart shatter because even before this very moment, even before Doyoung had to spell it out you, you already knew the answer and you knew it wasn’t going to change.

“Doie-”

“I know y/n, I know you don’t feel the same,” Doyoung cuts you off, a hint of dejection in his features under the moonlight. “I can feel it. But, if you’d just let me, if you’d just give me a chance.”

Doyoung’s voice is delicately laced with a tinge desperation and you can’t bear to look at him longer because this was a side to him you didn’t want to see.

“If you’d just give me a chance to change your mind.. That’s all I want.”

As promised, Johnny is waiting outside the gates of your preschool with Youngho’s hand in his. Youngho waves at you energetically as soon as you come into view, exiting the building after what you felt to be a really long day. Thank God it was Friday and there was Youngho in the distance to welcome you to it.

You exhale the biggest sigh of the day when Youngho greets you with a hug. His hugs always made everything better. You in your crouched position, relishing in the way Youngho’s small palms are patting your back gently, knowing you really liked it when he did so, for who knows how long until the fatigue from the day dissipates.

“Rough day?” Johnny asks when you let go of Youngho and stand back up, extending his hand to you where you find a bottle of water.

You take it from him, a smile lifting on your face, already feeling so much better and even better when you realise that he’s already left the cap of the bottle loose so that you didn’t have to struggle. “Yeah. I'm so happy it’s over.”

Johnny smiles and studies you as you take a sip. “Do you want to go straight home then? Or would you be up for a little detour?”

In all fairness, you were exhausted, but the sun is shining so nicely in the sky and the expectant glint in your son’s eyes makes it painfully difficult to deprive him of a Friday to remember rather than lounging at home. So you push past the tempting thoughts of rest.

“Well what do you have on the agenda?” You tease with a grin.

You watch in silence as he takes the bottle of water from your hand when he’s sure you’ve finished drinking and recaps it, taking it upon himself to also unlatch the strap of your bag from your shoulder, your belongings now firm in his palms.

And you hate it.

Because you can’t help but compare the similar mannerisms to Doyoung. And can’t help but feel way more with Johnny.

Johnny shrugs his shoulders, the boyish grin on his face reminding you of old times. “Not much. I was thinking ice cream. And a stroll in the park?”

And you hate it again. Because you almost forgot that if there was anyone who knew you better than yourself, it would be Johnny, even better than Taeyong. And he knew, more than anyone else, how you took pleasure in little things, in simple hobbies that didn’t require much thought.

“That sounds good,” you finally manage to utter after a flood of memories rush past.

Johnny smiles and it reaches his eyes.

And you hate it because under the sun, he looked absolutely breathtaking like this.

Johnny pulls up to the same park he first met Youngho in. And as you both walk side by side one another, a wave of emotions hit him, watching Youngho lead the way with his ice cream in his hand, skipping along happily because looking back now, he and Youngho had come such a long way in such a short span of time. He can’t help but glance to his side where he finds you licking your ice cream quietly, the smile on your face a clear indication of your satisfaction. Johnny thinks that you’re the only reason why he’s gotten along so well with Youngho in the first place.

“Ice cream good?” Johnny asks, starting up a conversation first.

“So good,” you reply shortly, swiping your tongue across your lower lip. “Has ice cream always tasted this good?”

Johnny chuckles, redirecting his attention to his own ice cream. “So what was life in the States like?” You ask absentmindedly, trying to imagine his life there.

“Different,” Johnny replies curtly. “But good. There’s a lot to see there actually. I just didn’t have enough time to since the five years just revolved around the company.” He glances at you again as you train your eyes to Youngho who has now reached the gates of the playground. “But I know I prefer it here.”

You nod slowly, not noticing his gaze and what his words implied, too focused on keeping an eye on your son who’s busy gobbling his ice cream down as fast as he can so that he can finally entertain himself at the playground.

“That’s good,” you acknowledge, munching on your cone. “No place like home, yeah?”

Johnny knows he’s gazing at you for far too long and that any minute that you’d decide to turn to him, you’d catch him and maybe even the longing in his eyes but that was the last thing in his mind right now.

“Yeah.. no place like home.”

And you don’t catch that because Johnny at this point mumbled it to himself.

“How did you and Doyoung meet?”

Johnny anticipates your response, slightly fearful that he’d stepped over the line too soon. But he almost sees no change in your expression when you both sit down on a bench overlooking the playground after having finished your ice creams.

“Two years ago, at a party, we had a common friend,” you answer, watching Youngho come down excitedly on the slide.

Johnny finds himself nodding, memories of the encounter at your house replaying in his mind. And as if reading his mind, you turn your whole body towards him, your right leg bending up on the bench with your arm propped up on the backrest. “Speaking of, what was that all about the other night?” you ask curiously, narrowing your eyes at him.

“What was all about what night?” Johnny asks innocently, avoiding your eyes by staring straight ahead even though he knew what you really meant.

“That night when you met Doyoung,” you start. “Something was off with you.”

“What did I do?” He asks again, finally turning his head to look at you.

You shrug, struggling to describe his behaviour from that night. Was it all in your head? “I don’t know.. you were like.. really, um, smiley?”

Johnny laughs for a second and you’re beginning to think that maybe it really was all in your imagination, that maybe you were beginning to be delusional. “You know what, forget it.” You turn away from him then, trying to distract yourself from what you just tried to confront.

Johnny chuckles this time and you feel him scoot closer to you as you try your best not to be bothered. “Man, you’re still the sharp person I remember.”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms across your chest. “Is that a compliment? Anyone could tell you were being weird Johnny.”

Oh how he loved it when you said his name and hearing it coming from you makes it so hard for him not to smile even more when he’s trying to explain himself on a more serious note.

You see him grinning from the corner of your eye, “You just can’t take me seriously, can you?”

Johnny purses his lips in hopes of hiding his smile but it’s almost impossible when he sees you almost sulking like this. “Okay, I’m sorry.” He scoots even more closer to you, you can feel his shoulder bump against yours. “You want to know why I was behaving like I was that night?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t.”

Adorable, he thinks.

Johnny finds Youngho amongst the children playing in the playground and smiles once again before answering,

“Because I knew that I had so much more advantages than Doyoung.”

You frown but don’t budge, “What does that even mean? You make it sound like it’s some sort of competition.”

“It always is if it involves someone else liking you.”

Johnny’s second guessing himself suddenly, wondering if he’d revealed too much in one day, or better yet, if he’d indirectly confessed something too early.

“How did you know that?”

“He told me.”

“He did?”

“Yeah. He didn’t have to though, it was pretty obvious.”

“I.. I only found out that night.”

Johnny looks at you. “Really?”

You nod slowly, Doyoung’s words replaying in your head. “Yeah. I didn’t know.. Taeyong had to tell me. It was only then that I started to think that maybe. Turns out Taeyong was right.”

“Wow, and you’re still as dense as I remember you to be,” Johnny teases, grinning, staring straight ahead.

You nudge him with your elbow, earning a laugh from him. “Hey, I’m not that dense. I just didn’t want to assume.”

Johnny pretends to roll his eyes, “Right.” He takes a breath, his smile slowly disappearing when a thought comes to mind. He runs a palm on his thigh and prepares himself to hear the answer to what he’s about to ask next. “Well, now that you know.. how do you feel about it?”

You shrug again, uncrossing your arms and settling to play with your fingers, bringing your head low. “I don’t know. Me and Doyoung are friends.. And it’s just a bit more complicated with Youngho in the picture, though he said he didn’t mind.” You sigh when you remember the look on Doyoung’s face, “He said he just wanted a chance, that’s it.”

A gush of wind blows and it carries the momentary silence with it.

“Are you going to give it to him?”

You turn to look at Johnny who’s already staring at you.

“I don’t know.”

It’s a Tuesday evening when you begin to worry about Youngho. Having left work immediately to pick up your child, you find him weak and pale by the nurse’s office of his school. Youngho has just vomited for the fourth time since coming home and thought he insists he’s feeling okay, he certainly didn’t look it.

Youngho was definitely stubborn, just like his dad.

When the evening deepens into the night, you stay with Youngho in his bedroom, keeping a close eye on him and keeping supplies close in case he needed to empty his system again. He’s half conscious and you break at the sight of him so weak and so helpless. You come to a conclusion to bring him to the hospital if he didn’t feel any better soon.

Youngho opens his eye slowly and takes off the damp towel resting on his forehead, “Mommy, toilet.”

You’re quick to draw back his covers and place his slippers by his feet. “How are you feeling ranger?”

“A little better,” he croaks but you’re not convinced.

You let Youngho lead the way and decide to grab a fresh shirt from his closet before following him closely. Not even a second passes that you briefly take your eyes off of him, you hear a thud in the distance and scream for his name when you find him unconscious on the floor. You try not to panic but that’s impossible to do when Youngho isn’t responding to your calls, when he isn’t opening his eyes no matter how vigorously you shake him in your arms. Youngho is sweating and his peripheries are cold to touch. You scoop him completely in your arms and bolt right outside your front door.

Your hands are shaking as you strap him to his seat, too unconscious to even keep his head upright and you’re trying so hard not to cry at the sight of him. You shut his door once he’s secure and you’re scrambling for the driver’s seat. You fish your phone out of your pocket and dial the first number you see through the blur of your vision. You wipe your eyes aggressively with the back of your free hand as you wait for your call to be answered and as soon as it is, you spare no time.

“Y/n?”

“Youngho passed out. I’m bringing him to the hospital.”

You’re fully crying by the time you reach the emergency room, watching helplessly as the doctors wheel your son away from you. And you follow them blindly until you can no longer proceed once they pull the curtains around his designated cubicle. The worst possible scenarios come to mind and no matter how hard you try to block them out, you begin to think that you’ve lacked as a mother, blaming yourself for this very situation.

“Y/n!”

You turn and see Doyoung entering the emergency department, a sigh of relief leaving you at the comforting sight of someone familiar. He grabs a hold of your arms as soon as he reaches you and you know he’s trying to calm you down.

“Take a deep breath, tell me what happened.”

Your breathing is staggering and there’s huge droplets of tears falling down your cheeks, but you try your best follow Doyoung’s instructions, “Youngho, he, he wasn’t feeling well all day. He vomited the whole evening and he passed out thirty minutes ago—“

“Okay okay y/n,” Doyoung tries to match his breathing with yours so that he can train you to slow down with him, his grip on your arms firm and eyes trained straight into yours. “I need you to calm down for me. Youngho is going to be okay, you’ve brought him to the right place. He’ll be okay.”

“Doie what if—“

“Shh, he’s going to be okay.”

And true enough, Youngho was okay. You watch him by his bedside, sleeping soundly, a needle dug into his arm with fluids infusing into his vein. He looks a lot better, with the colour returning to his face and his hands now warm to touch. He didn’t look like he was in pain anymore and you’re tugging at his covers to make sure he’s warm. Youngho’s room is quiet, having been transferred to his own room after clearing the emergency room an hour after arrival. While Doyoung is out to buy some food, your hear the door slide open behind you and Johnny emerges from behind it.

Another wave of relief washes over you at the sight of him and you stand immediately from your seat. You smile weakly at him and he tries to do the same but to no avail, switching his gaze from you to Youngho.

“What happened?” He whispers, examining Youngho when he reaches the side of the bed.

“Gastroenteritis the doctor said. He was vomiting all night because of it and the reason why he passed out was because of dehydration,” you reply in a low voice to not wake your son. “They said he’ll be okay.”

Johnny nods but his jaw remains tight. He should be relieved, he knows he should be, after all his son was okay, but there’s a sour taste in his mouth and an even bigger thought eating him alive.

“Y/n, can we talk outside?”

Johnny’s voice is emotionless and his eyes are empty from where you’re watching him. You’re unsure but you agree anyway, fully convinced nothing would be as scary as the initial conversation you had with him when he found out he was Youngho’s dad.

When you slide the door closed behind you, you’re met by Johnny who’s in the midst of turning to face you. The long corridor is desolate and quiet and it somehow matches the way Johnny is gazing at you with empty eyes. There was definitely something wrong. He hasn’t smiled the moment he set foot here and you kind of wished you hadn’t picked on him for being so smiley that night, preferring that side of him way more than the one you're facing now. He looks sad and somewhat.. lost.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“What?”

“Why didn’t you call me?” Johnny repeats again, this time a little bit louder but his expression unchanging. “Why is it that I had to find out from Taeyong that you brought Youngho to the hospital?”

Oh.

“Johnny no-”

“And why is it that I met Doyoung on the way here?” He cuts you off and you silently watch him slowly becoming worked up, huffing every breath now and shoulders rising and falling with each one.

That’s when you see it. The utter disappointment in his eyes.

“Was he...” Johnny’s voice is quiet all of a sudden. “Was he the first person you called?”

You feel the extreme need to explain yourself because you realise then what Johnny was implying at and you feel so guilty it makes you sick to the stomach. “Yes but- Johnny let me explain.”

Johnny remains silent and just stares at you. You take this as your cue to continue.

“I panicked okay. I didn't know what to do. And Doyoung’s number was the first one on my phone and I called him on a whim because I just wanted someone to know.. I just wanted someone with me because I was so scared.”

“And you didn’t think of me even for a second?” Johnny asks, the hurt too evident in his low voice it makes you choke. Your eyes are already swollen from earlier but you feel another batch of tears threatening to fall. How many times do you have to hurt Johnny until you finally get it right?

“Y/n, Youngho is my son,” Johnny reiterates.

You nod in defeat, biting your lower lip. “I know I know. I’m really sorry.”

Johnny sighs, bringing his head low, “Is this it? Do you choose him?”

You frown slightly. “Choose?”

Johnny takes a step closer to you and you heart beats erratically in anticipation. His eyes are focused on your hand and when he finally takes it in his, you feel all of the hairs on your skin stand because not only were his fingers cold from being outside, but also because Johnny’s touch always had that same effect on you.

He looks up at you again, eyes sad and features worn.

“I don’t want you to have to tell me go away again,” he says lowly, his voice delicate, eyes revealing broken pieces of him. “Y/n..”

“I want you to choose me this time and ask me to stay.”

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Scout x Reader: For Too Long

You repeatedly tapped your pen on the table, biting your lower lip as you thought about what to put on the paper that was laid out right in front of you. "Alright, well, Pyro had some strange stuff in his closet, but I guess I'll consider it." You uttered, and proceeded to mark the box next to Pyro's name. You were one of the Administrator's assistants, and your job was to check the mercenaries' rooms to see if they have any suspicious equipment. You have to admit, it was boring, but you can't complain either. You did develop some interesting relationships with the team, anyway.

Placing your pen down, you stretched out your arms and laid back further on your chair, relieved that you finally finished what you have to do for today. Your body felt numb, all because you walked through the bases, which are also extremely huge and are separated in a far distance. A long sigh escaped your lips, "Finally. I can rest." You were supposed to close your eyes, until a loud knock interrupted your relaxed moment.

The noise immediately caused you to stand up from your chair and walk towards the door. There wasn't anyone else in the office — except for Miss Pauling and the Administrator — to suddenly come up on your door, so you had no choice but to quickly answer the door.

You fixed yourself before opening the door, and to no surprise, you were faced with your boss. "Ah! What can I help you with, ma'am?" You forced yourself to flash a small smile. Don't wanna look gloomy now, do we? The puff of smoke from the Administrator's cigarette somehow made its way to your nose, and you simply covered your face with your hand. "We need to talk, Miss (Y/n)." She spoke, while her gaze was away from yours. The solemnity in her voice made your stomach swirl. You knew you wouldn't like what she was going to say next, you didn't know what triggered her but all you know is that it was probably something you did. You gritted your teeth and furrowed your eyebrows, "U-Uh— Sure. Would you like to come in or—?"

"We can talk here."

"Ri- Right…"

You closed the door behind you and stood up straight, waiting for the Administrator to speak up once again. "Miss (Y/n), how long have you been here?" She raised a question that filled your head with confusion. She knows the answer, and yet she asks you this question. However, you still answered, not wanting to irritate the woman in front of you. "Um, I've been here for three years, ma'am." You responded formally. Clenching your fists, your arms stayed at your sides. The Administrator walked towards the window, which was at the opposite side of your room, and spoke whilst her back was onto you.

"In those three years, what have you done?" She questioned again. Your eyes followed her figure, but you stayed at where you were. "Well, I go around the bases on a daily basis to see if the mercenaries are keeping anything in secret." You could have sworn to yourself that you saw her turn head on a slight angle. You could feel her intense gaze, even when she isn't looking directly at you.

"What else?"

You thought for a few seconds, bringing up your hand to your chin, "Oh! I often substitute Miss Pauling whenever she's busy with…other business." You explained, the last part of your statement sounding rather unsure. Maybe tuning your voice like that was a bad idea, as the Administrator fully turned around to you with a displeased expression on her face. "And that's it? You've done nothing else?" She creepily walked towards you as she spoke, causing you to take a step backward. Anxiety crawled up to your veins as you caught a glimpse of her eyes. "I, uh— Yes, ma'am." You stammered between your sentences, in fear that she might slap you out of nowhere.

But she didn't. Instead, she narrowed her eyes at you. She backed up and dropped her cigarette on the ground, stepping on it to get rid of the smoke. "Miss (Y/n), did you forget that we have cameras all over this place?" She questioned you again. "Huh?" You blabbered, genuinely confused by her sudden questioning. You didn't know how to respond, you simply stood there with a puzzled look on your face. She hummed at your stance, the corner of her lips perking up. "We know everything. We watch everything."

You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. You felt like you were being choked by some kind of invisible force. "Well, maybe except for your room. That would be an invasion of privacy." The Administrator interrupted your running thoughts as she walked past towards you, making you tense up your shoulders. She stopped right behind you while you were contemplating the situation.

"So, from this day onward, you will be forbidden to visit the bases."

Did you just hear that correctly? You immediately turned your head towards her, waving your hands everywhere as you couldn't understand her motivation behind this. "But- I don't- May I ask why?" You were extremely in shock that you couldn't get your sentences right. The world felt like it was breaking down to pieces, the gray color replacing the rainbows that once scattered around your vision. "Why?" She repeated your question and turned around, looking directly at you with such seriousness. "Because you've been distracting the mercenaries!" She yelled, finally breaking her formal gestures and speaking. "Especially your little sly boyfriend." You gasped at what she said.

"Bo- Boyfriend?"

Oh.

Scout.

Realization struck through you. "Wha- Ma'am, it isn't what you think!" You tried to make up an excuse. It was true that you have some feelings for the youngest mercenary in the team, but having the Administrator find out what you've been doing just for him for the past few years will get you real trouble. You couldn't bear the thought. "No, no more excuses. I've had enough." She breathed in and out, calming her senses. "That's all. You can get back to work." She simply stated, walking away and leaving you utterly broken.

But she stopped in her tracks, saying one last thing before she leaves the scene, "Oh, and,"

"Miss Pauling will exchange jobs with you."

She walked away sassily. All sorts of emotions burst through you, causing you to immensely tremble. You knew Scout had a huge crush on Miss Pauling before, what if it comes back now? You'll lose your chance. Oh god, you can't even accept the fact that this whole thing is happening. You won't even be able to see the other mercenaries! They were like your best friends.

You felt a tear drop from your cheek. You quickly wiped it away to avoid anyone from seeing your weakness. Afterwards, you quickly returned to your room, letting out all your tears as you weep on your bed.

Little did you know that Miss Pauling saw the whole thing happen. Watching from a corner.

The Next Day

"Oh, hey, Miss Pauling!" Scout greeted the purple-wearing lady as she entered the base. "Hi, Scout." She greeted back with a weak smile. The young man looked around the surroundings, as if he's looking for something — or someone — specific. He scratched his head, "That's kinda weird. Usually, it be (Y/n) who comes around by this time." Miss Pauling nervously laughed at his statement and gripped her clipboard tightly. "Ah, well— We're just switching jobs for a bit. She got a lot of work from the Administrator." She waved her hand in front of her neck, implying that she could get killed if she told him the actual reason.

Scout got the sign but interpreted it wrongly. He first raised a finger, his eyes narrowed and mouth slightly agape. His eyebrows then raised and his eyes widened as soon as he realized what she was trying to say. "Ohh, right, right!" He finger gunned at her, and she merely nodded in response. They both agreed on something they didn't even get the message correctly. "Well, uh, why don't ya check my room first?" He pointed behind his back with his thumb. "Sure." Miss Pauling accepted his offer with a smile. Scout led the way to his room, skipping over the way as the black-haired lady trailed behind.

Eventually, they arrived at their destination. Miss Pauling quickly checked around his room — it was unsurprisingly messy — and marked off Scout's name on the clipboard she has been holding. "Seems like you've got nothing suspicious hidden." She remarked, turning around just to see the young man scavenging through his closet. "Uh, Scout?" She called out for him. He didn't even bother to look up or hum at least, and it caused Miss Pauling to approach him to take a closer look at what he's doing.

"Aha! Found it!" He cheered as he raised his arms with a pen in hand. "It's a…pen." Miss Pauling spoke in an uninterested tone. Scout waved the pen, "Hell yea it is! I borrowed it from (Y/n), actually, and I was gunna give it back to her today, buuut only you came." He approached Miss Pauling with a pleading smile and lent the pen to her. "Maybe ya can give to back to her?"

Miss Pauling snickered at his gestures. "Sure. I'll stop by her room later." She took the pen from his hand, taking a quick scan of the item. It was a simple-looking pen with a cap, the ink almost drained out and the ends look like they've been scratched intensely. She couldn't understand how it happened but here she is, with your pen in hand. When she took her gaze away from the item, Scout was grinning widely like an idiot. He suddenly took her into a tight hug for a quick moment and put her down afterwards, nearly leaving her breathless. "Thanks, Miss Pauling! You da best!" Scout gave her a thumbs up as his wide grin stayed on his face, Miss Pauling did the same thing but with a more distressed expression.

Later that day, she actually stopped by your room to give back your pen. She knew you had a lot of spare pens to use, so she didn't see why she still had to give this to you, but she could see that you were lonely and wanted to check on you, at least. You quickly answered the door once she knocked, and you were actually surprised that the dorkiest person you've known for the entire time that you've worked here would actually give back something you never really thought of. You merely thanked your co-worker and went back to work, Miss Pauling got extremely concerned when she saw the depressed look on your face.

She had to do something.

Several Weeks Later

Another day, another chance to sulk in your room. You were getting bored with the current job you had, all you had to do was watch the battle immense and take down notes. Where's the fun in that? The only people you could talk to was Miss Pauling and the Administrator, and nothing interesting ever really comes up in your conversations. You already missed the enormous laughter and screaming voices of the 9 men you loved wholeheartedly. It gets you sad every time you think of them.

Meanwhile, Miss Pauling was once again in the base, checking everyone's room for any suspicious equipment. She decided to visit Scout last, as she didn't know how to confront him in case he asks where the hell you are.

But this day was different.

Scout was acting strangely. Too strangely. He was silent the entire time Miss Pauling searched throughout his room, with his arms crossed against his chest and leaned on one of his desks. She got worried and questioned what was bothering him, "Scout? Are you okay? You've been quiet."

His lips almost immediately turned into a thin line, his eyebrows furrowing. Miss Pauling sighed, the expression on his face making her feel uneasy. "Scout, are you—"

"Where the heck is (Y/n)?"

And boom. Her heart skipped a beat. She knew he would ask one day, but for some reason, she wasn't prepared for this moment. Nervously, she spoke, "Scout, I can't tell you that."

"And why not?!"

"Because we're being watched!"

Silence fell through the room. It wasn't normal for the lady to shout in conversations, and even Scout himself was shocked at the event. Miss Pauling rubbed the bridge of her nose and took a heavy sigh before looking up again, "Scout, look, I really want to clear your questions and all, but I just can't tell you. Alright?" The young man frowned at her response. He brought his gaze away from her and stared hard at the ground. It's been so long since the last time he saw (Y/n), he's getting mildly worried and wanted to ask Miss Pauling where she was, but all he got was refusal of an answer. Even the other men were getting worried about the lady whose bright smile would make up their day in an instant.

And Miss Pauling knows all of that. She wasn't dumb, she took notice of their actions and frequently received questions about her friend. A sigh once again escaped her lips, rolling her eyes as she grabbed her clipboard, and started writing.

Scout didn't notice as he was too focused on keeping his attention away from the lady. He doesn't like her anymore, was she trying to get him back when it's already too late? His thoughts were cut off when Miss Pauling suddenly took his hand and put something in it, "Don't tell anybody. And don't do anything stupid." She whispered quietly to him, she immediately backed away from him and left the room without saying a single word.

Scout blinked multiple times before setting his attention on whatever Miss Pauling just gave him. It was a piece of paper, and was almost crumpled. He carefully opened it with his bandage-wrapped hands, and what he read made his jaw drop and immediately regret those thoughts he had earlier.

He should have known.

Some Time Later

"BLU team, the intelligence has been captured! Retrieve it now!" The Administrator shouted into the microphone, alerting the team and causing everyone to move quickly. You stood there beside her, with a clipboard and pen in hand. Specifically, you were using the pen that Miss Pauling gave you, the one that Scout borrowed. You missed him and the others, and just wanted to at least bring one piece of memory that could cheer you up as you watched the battle through the screens.

You saw Scout run through Tuefort, a frown on your face. Even with him visible across the screen, you couldn't help but feel a little bit of sadness in your heart. He was the one, and you knew that, and the Administrator took it all away. You couldn't blame her either, though.

A knock on the door somehow echoed throughout the room. Both you and the Administrator turned your heads around to the sound, but you made it up for her, "I'll go get it."

She nodded and went back to announcing alerts for the teams, as you quickly jogged to the door and grabbed the doorknob, expecting to see Miss Pauling or, perhaps, Mister Hale. That guy is crazy but who else would disturb his assistants when there's a battle going on? You took a quick breath before completely opening the door and putting on a fake smile, "Hello, how can I—"

"Hey, (Y/n)!"

Your eyes widened, your jaw dropped, and you even nearly dropped the objects you were holding. "Whoa, okay there. Is just me, sweet buns." Scout spread his arms for reassurance, but you stood there completely shocked at what you were seeing.

"(Y/n), who's there?"

You turned around nervously at the sound of the Administrator's voice, thankfully she was still facing the screens, but still, you couldn't let her know that one of the mercenaries was in the office! You will get screwed! And worse, him! "Um, it's just, uh, Miss Pauling! She's asking some questions and I'll be helping her for a few minutes!" You spitted out a lie, if you had to be honest, you didn't know if it would work.

But it did. The Administrator trusted your words, even with that tone in your voice, and let you off easy. "Okay, make it quick."

"Yes, ma'am!" After responding to her simple command, you immediately closed the door and grabbed Scout's wrist, taking him somewhere else as you didn't want your upcoming disastrous conversation to be overheard by anyone. You ended up dragging him — he was wincing and begging you to slow down — in a storage space and that's where you bursted out. "Scout, what are you doing here?! Actually, how are you here?! Who's in the battlefield?!" Your hand gestures just showed how shocked you are at this moment. Scout waved his hand to shake off the pain and merely grinned at your questions, "It was Spy! Cool, ain't it?"

Was he flexing? He was flexing. You took a palm to your face and sighed, "Of course it was Spy."

"Hey, at least I got here!"

You looked at him with disappointment, your hands running over your hair and your face scrunching up. "No, Scout, you can't be here. You know that! Both you and I will get screwed if the Administrator finds out!" You were practically yelling at this point, you still couldn't believe the boy of your dreams somewhat managed to get here, how else were you supposed to react? Even Miss Pauling would be devastated at the sight of him being here. Scout noticed the emotions you were emitting and frowned, "Come on now, it's been far too long, (Y/n)." The change in his tone made you ease up a little bit. Your arms dropped at your sides as you listened to what he had to say.

"Actually, I just wanted to see ya— But, uh, the other dudes missed ya too!" He was shifting and blushing furiously, his ears were flushing red as his eyes were going everywhere except at you. You were speechless. You didn't know what to say. Did he really escape the battle just to see you? Would you even be able to believe that? What if it was a Spy who was trying to make you feel all sorts of emotions?

No, it can't be. Spy was too old for you. "Scout, I, I didn't— I wasn't expecting to—"

"To see me here? Yeah, me either."

Scout cut you off before you even got to finish what you were trying to say, he continued to ramble about his journey all the way here. One part included that he had to beg to Engineer for making a teleporter but he was rejected by the Texan. You heard everything he said, but you just couldn't speak up. He is right in front you, weren't you supposed to feel happy? Didn't you want to see him?

You didn't know what to feel and just cried off at the spot, bringing your hands to your face. The young man immediately stopped his gibberish talking as soon as he heard you sob, and he panicked, "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Okay, chill! Did I say something wrong or what?!" He tried to hold your arms for comfort, but he was afraid he would scare you. His eyebrows furrowed in worry as he saw your tears fall off your cheeks. "Dammit, Scout! I've missed you so much!" You wailed as your hands stayed on your face. Another sob escaped your lips. The heartbreaking sound ripping out Scout's sense of hearing and tearing his heart apart. He couldn't bare to see you like this.

He sighed, "I- I missed you too, (Y/n)." He shyly spoke, averting his gaze away from you even though you had your eyes covered. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "No, to be honest? I really wanted to see you. Shit, maybe I did this because I love you."

"Huh?" You put away your hands and looked at Scout in confusion. You still had tears falling off from your face, but you came to your senses. His face was so red to the point he looked like a tomato, "Eh, well, I mean— I loved you! I mean, I love you right now, but like— I just— Ugh, whatever." His sentences came in stutters as he was too embarrassed by what he just said, he had his head lowered in defeat. But you didn't care. You thought it was cute, actually. For once, a genuine happy smile crept to your face. You embraced him into a tight hug and cried into his chest, this time they were tears of joy.

Scout was shocked at your action and didn't move an inch. He was hesitant if he should hug you back, but sooner or later, you felt his arms around you. It made you feel safe and happy, and you didn't want to let go.

"I love you too, Scout."

Extra Scene

The sun shone through the windows of the base, setting off shadows of various shapes and adding a warm glow to the large area. Scout walked through the hallways to the dining area with a cheeky grin on his face. The other mercenaries noticed this as he sat down, starting to munch down on his food without saying a word.

Sniper raised an eyebrow at his change of mood, "Ya seem lively today, mate."

"Yeah, yesterday was awesome!"

Spy remembered what he had to do with him and groaned in frustration. Soldier slammed his hands on the table, causing the utensils to shake vigorously due to his force, and pointed a finger aggressively at the young man. "Did you get a girlfriend or what?!"

"I did!"

Their eyes widened at his answer. "I…I was not expecting that kind of answer!" Soldier announced as he sat back down. Scout grinned cockily at them, amused about the fact that they couldn't believe a word he said. "You guys don't believe me? Her name is—"

"Hey, guys?"

They all turned their heads to the door, and there you were. "(Y/n)!" Scout stood up from his seat and ran towards you, bringing you to a hug.

"IT'S (Y/N)?!" The other mercenaries shouted in disbelief. You looked at them in confusion, but soon realized what they were saying. Bringing your gaze to your newly found love, you gasped, "Scout, you told them?!"

He grinned at you, "How can I not? I want to flex to them my beautiful girl." He poked your nose, making you giggle. The 8 men watched you two lovebirds, a frown on their faces except for Pyro who was clapping happily for the new couple.

It was kind of embarrassing to know that the Administrator did find out about you two, though.

#a bit long but it's ok #actually it's really long #tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 fanfic #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 x reader #scout x reader

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bonnieventure · 3 years

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16, 17, 25!

hey lei, thank u ! happy v day 💘💌

📕 fav luv story:

idk about fav but first thing that always comes to mind is shusaku in this corner of the world.... ? even tho it was an arranged marriage it struck me how understanding n thoughtful he was of his wife.. the part where her childhood friend/crush comes to visit before he leaves for war, even tho it’s not exactly subtle why the friend showed up to see suzu he still encourages her to spend time w him alone because he knows that will likely be the last chance she’ll ever get to see her friend, or to say goodbye. idk it was just like, the immediate trust and kindness of that, being able to set aside one’s pride n jealousy to see how important smth would be for someone else, and wanting them to be happy even if it means it’s not the choice you would have made. again when she’s agonizing over whether or not to go back to hiroshima, he’s emotional and upset of course because he doesn’t want her to leave but he just trusts her decision and doesn’t want to trap her, always encouraging her to do what she needs to do and helping her to do so..it was very touching, to me, that seemed like a rly genuine love...!!!

👗 most attractive thing a person could wear:

😳 this is the most leo answer lol but i would b so flattered if they wanted to do a twin/bff look (like just in general u know, each theming an outfit coord that will go together) especially if it was like ‘ok for this one im thinking ur the yellow one and im the orange one’...lmfao... imagine someone just walking in mid-dress ‘u can be the strawberry if u want. ill be a blueberry’ i luv the spontaneity..the Challenge dfshghjgj. i’d love to be assigned the strawberry

💕 do i believe in luv at first sight:

not really, or at least not for me.. i gotta know more !! ☝👀

#thistownaintbigenoughforbothofus #ask games

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himbowelsh · 4 years

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hey! can i request the valetine’s day prompt for joe liebgott!! 🥺💛 thank u friend!! :)

@noneofurbusinez asked : i am asking you for some liebgott valentine alphabets. do you accept?

valentines day alphabet ( accepting! )

A : AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?

He’s got a very carefully guarded tender side, and Joe’s affection is exactly that --- softer than expected. Physical contact is easy for him, so he loves that; he definitely shows his affection through touch, whether claps on the back or more sensual caresses.

B : BOUQUET. does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

Oh god, he’s absolutely not a bouquet type of person. The only reason he’s ever been in a garden was because he got lost and literally couldn’t find his way out. He tramples flowers and thinks they’ll grow back fine. Florists have him on a watchlist.

C : CHOCOLATE. does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

Bitch, he doesn’t have a favorite. Give him any chocolate, give him all chocolate. Once someone left a box of Hersheys’ bars in the sun for hours; Joe claimed them before they could be thrown out, and had the time of his life just slurping hot chocolate sauce.

D : DATE. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Definitely not your stereotypical romantic date. He’d love to just... explore somewhere new, to be honest --- to make off with his partner and see what kind of hell they can raise. Joe’s got a naturally intrepid and curious nature, interested in other places, other things... he likes just wandering sometimes, and seeing where they end up. Having someone who’ll do this with him is just living the dream.

E : EMBRACE. does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

For the love of god, please hug him. Joe wants hugs more than he knows how to admit; he’s thirsty for them. When given the opportunity, he will be a complete cuddlebug, but nothing makes him happier than having someone else initiate it first. However prickly his exterior might be, he loves physical contact, and really loves holding and being held. His hugs can be a little playful --- he might make a dirty joke or press cold hands to his partner’s back --- but overall he just wants to hold someone for a long time.

F : FLIRT. is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

He’s got this wink that leaves whoever’s on the receiving end feeling mildly dirty and a little overheated all at once. Joe knows he’s a handsome guy, knows the sort of effect he has, and carries himself with confidence. Flirting isn’t something he has to try hard at; it comes easy to him, and he’s shameless with it.

G : GIFT. is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

Well... he tries. He gives it his best effort. That’s the absolute most generous thing anyone can say about him, because showing up to a kid’s birthday party with a pack of socks or rocking up to Christmas with grill charcoal is not good gift giving, Joe. He tries to be thoughtful; his gifts always seem like good ideas at the time.

H : HEART. is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

That’s the thing. Joe’s lived and learned enough to know that he shouldn’t... but it’s not something he ever means to do. He’s a passionate guy, and doesn’t realize he’s falling in love ‘til he’s already too deep to get back up. It should scare him, but when he loves, he loves hard.

I : I LOVE YOU. does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

He has a gross soft side which comes out whenever he lets his guards down, and he feels comfortable doing this with no one moreso than his partner. Joe will say it a thousand times, just for the two of them alone. He’ll whisper it in their ear in public; he’ll trace hearts in the back of their hand while watching a movie; he’ll pull them close and mutter it over and over into the crook of their neck, just inhaling their presence. Joe loves saying “I love you”, but for him it’s a private thing. He doesn’t need to put it on display, because no one gets a piece of their love --- no one gets to love his partner the way he does.

J : JEALOUSY. does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Yeah, and he’s not subtle about it. He’ll straight-out ask his partner, “hey, what’s up with that guy? what’s he think he’s doing, touching you like that?” or, if he’s in a pissy mood, “what are you laughing with them for? I’m not funny enough for you?” It’s something he’ll grumble about, but there’s a line with Joe between sulky and genuinely upset. Once that’s crossed --- like, if something’s been going on too long, or he feels like someone ought to know better --- there might be fireworks.

K : KISS. is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

Joe Liebgott has a dirty, dirty mouth, and he knows how to use it. He’s rough with his kisses, very passion-fueled, impulse driven; it’s all about taking and giving in return, a fragile equilibrium that Joe subconsciously understands how to tread. He never leaves his partner unsatisfied. All about the lip bites, and he definitely never restricts himself to mouth-to-mouth for long --- he’s a traveller. If he can kiss someone’s neck, their ear, their collarbone... Joe’s kisses happen in four different places at once. He can be overwhelming sometimes, which is just how he likes it.

L : LOVE. who does your muse love?

He loves his Ma to death --- would literally murder for her, or at least help her hide the body, because she’s more than capable of doing it herself. Joe’s very devoted to his family; to everyone he loves, really. That can have its downsides, too --- if he feels like he needs to put distance between himself and his loved ones, he’s more likely to do it fast, like ripping off a band-aid, because he thinks it’ll hurt less.

M : MOONLIGHT. is morning or night a more romantic setting?

He’s a morning person, regrettably, but that doesn’t mean he wants to, like... have sex and stuff. No way. There’s stuff to see, things to visit, places to do... he’s more tired at night, but a tired Joe is at his softest and most romantic.

N : NAUGHTY. what is your muse like in bed?

Again, it’s all about the mouth, baby. He’s everywhere at once, just... exploring. There’s really no stopping him; once he sets his mind to pleasuring his partner, he’s gonna make it good, and no one gets to rush him. Really into hair pulling --- his own, not his partner’s --- and loves to fight for dominance in bed. If his partner is putting up a good fight, trying to wrestle with him for control, it’s a huge thrill. Don’t get him wrong, Joe loves enthusiastic consent. He craves it --- getting to get under his partner’s skin, get them to make those noises, to gasp his name until they’re screaming it, so out of their mind with pleasure that they don’t stand a chance of keeping quiet... Joe’s a dirty talker, sometimes rougher than he means to be, but very enthusiastic in bed.

O : ODE. does your muse have a way with words?

He... jesus, fuck, he doesn’t know. Shit. He tries? Yeah. Fuck. Fuck yeah, he tries, he gives it his damn best, stop fucking questioning him, huh?

(Boy’s got a filthy mouth.)

P : PARTNER. what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

B o o b i e s . No, okay, Joe likes... he likes something to hold onto, okay? He’s a skinny bastard as it is, but wouldn’t like that in a partner at all. He needs something, be it muscle or softness or something else. Curvy girls and muscley guys are both exactly his type. Aside from that --- Joe needs someone who’ll scream at him, okay? It’s not a kink, except maybe it is, except he needs it sometimes. He needs it like he needs to remember to eat and sleep and pee; he needs a partner who’s not afraid to deck his goddamn halls, and remind him to get his head out of his ass. Joe will holler back, and he needs someone who won’t be intimidated by that; it’s a massive catharsis for both of you to just scream sometimes.

Q : QUESTION. would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

He’s got this, guys. It’s okay, he’s got this. Joe has cycled through about a dozen Perfect Ways to pop the question. Inevitably, when he does, it will be nothing like he had planned; it might even be spontaneous, like over a bucket of chicken wings, or in the middle of an argument. It just comes out, because it’s been on his mind for so long, that he can hardly believe he and his partner aren’t married at this point. How fast can they fix that?

R : ROMANCE. is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

He’s not... a romantic guy, definitely not. He’s not good at all the “candles and gondola rides” cliches... but Joe’s romantic in his own way. He’ll think up surprises just to get a grin out of his partner, watch their favorite movies to cheer them up, make some elaborate breakfast-in-bed because he was “just up early, okay”... he’ll go out of his way to learn an entire Broadway-class wedding dance, just for them. Don’t expect love poetry from him, but he does his absolute best.

S : SWEETHEART. did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

He had a few girls who thought he was a cutie, but Joe was stuck in the “girls are icky” phase for years --- he had a bunch of older sisters, he was prejudiced! --- so it definitely wasn’t something he wanted to entertain.

T : TRUE LOVE. does your muse believe in true love?

Nah. He believes in love, sure, but he’s too much of a cynic to think there’s anything “true” about it. Nothing’s certain like that.

U : UNREQUITED. has your muse had their heart broken?

In... multiple ways, at various points in his life, most of them not even romantic. Yeah, he’s got a very bruised apple in there.

V : VALENTINE. how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

It’s commercial garbage. His favorite thing to do is raid all the convenience stores the day after, and buy a horrifying amount of chocolate at half-price. He’ll share if someone asks nicely, because he’s a saint like that.

W : WEDDING. would your muse get married? why / why not?

Oh, hell yeah. He craves that domestic bliss, okay? Even before meeting the right person, he’s got plans, he’s got ambitions, he’s got dreams... and Joe’s not much of a romantic, but when he meets that person, then he just knows. You know the teenage girls who plan their weddings on Pinterest boards and flowery notebooks, right down to the silverware they’ll use and the types of flowers they’ll carry? Yeah, that’s Joe. He’s ready.

X : XOXO. does your muse use / like pet names?

He uses pet names in German, and knows exactly how damn cringy it is, but it sounds better than English somehow. More romantic, y’know? He carries a lot of pet names from his own childhood, like “liebling” and “Mausebär” (his mother’s favorite, always used with Joe when he was a kid --- “mouse-bear”) forward, eager to use them on his own kids. Also very fond of, like... “baby”, “sweetheart”, “doll”, stuff that sounds kind of ridiculous to his own ears but feels right in the moment.

Y : YOURS. does your muse get protective easily?

Do you even have to ask? He’ll kick anyone’s ass. He’ll kick his own ask. If someone he loves is in trouble, Joe’s there and he’s already swinging. He’s ride-or-die for the people he loves, until the moon falls from the sky.

Z : ZZZ. how many people has your muse slept with?

Well, the Torah doesn’t say it’s wrong, does it? Like, does it explicitly say, “no, you’re not allowed to do that”? Is his dick gonna fall off? No? Okay! That’s all Joe needs to know. He’s very open to sex, and is usually willing --- so long as the mood is right and the partner’s a good match, he’s down for anything. So... yeah, there’ve been a good few.

#joseph liebgott #headcanons #wexhappyxfew

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suearthboundau · 4 years

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a summary of the plot points would be appreciated!

alright so here’s the whole story:

the end of the current bit would’ve been that yellow n steven just get some time to interact

skip to a day or two later. blue is still mopey and depressed, peridot is getting frustrated w her and then lapis steps in like “i’ll talk to her”. she gives her a speech like “i know what it’s like getting stuck here and never being able to go home, it sucks and it’s miserable, but you have to snap out of it. earth can actually be pretty cool if you give it a chance.”

she takes her out on a walk in the countryside where she shows her the sights of earth, animals and nature and stuff. at first blue is really apprehensive and nervous but she slowly warms up to things and has a good time. her and lapis become friends.

blue comes out of her shell more. she gets really interested in animals and starts observing/studying them, she basically wants to keep anything she sees as a pet. her and lapis get tadpoles from a pond to keep as pets and they all have names and stuff. blue also gets interested in earth fashion since it’s nothing like the uniforms theyre all stuck with on homeworld.

yellow mainly grows close to steven since everyone else ignores her and blue tries to avoid her. she acts pleasant but is secretly trying to figure out how to escape. she never gets anywhere but comes to like steven bc hes genuinely nice and tries to make sure she’s happy and stuff. he brings books to educate her on earth, which she finds interesting, and they also play boardgames together.

lapis leaves about a week after the zircons arrive. pretty much the same as in the show, except blue tries to debate her into staying. when lapis says they can take the barn into space, she points out that 1) the tadpoles will die and 2) the barn is obviously an earth structure and stands out so homeworlders will easily spot them. but instead of convincing lapis to stay, she just flies off without the barn. so everyone remaining continues to live in the barn.

more character development and stuff yada yada. smaller fillery arcs. then one day a homeworld ship arrives at the barn, filled with quartz soldiers. they spot yellow, and yellow’s terrified they’ve come to arrest her but then they reveal they’re trying to rescue her. some of them free her from her cell, while the other quartzes find and bubble peridot and blue. yellow realises from what they’re saying that she was never a wanted criminal and that sapphire must’ve lied to her.

she pretends to play along with the quartzes and act nice. they ask if she knows where the other rebels are and she says yes. something wouldve happened previously so she knows where the crystal gems house is, she leads them to it. however when they arrive and the quartzes disembark, ready to fight the cgs, yellow stabs them in the back by destabilising their leader. the other quartzes are so shocked that they let their guard down, giving the cgs time to form alexandrite and effortlessly defeat them. they bubble all the quartzes and free peridot and blue.

garnet congratulates yellow and tells her she can be free now bc they know they can trust her. but yellow still doesn’t trust them, and only really likes steven. peridot and blue reform (new outfits yayy), and it’s decided that they should all stay at the temple instead of the barn because homeworld knows the barn is a base.

the plot kinda chills out after that big event. it’s mainly just character development stuff and characters growing closer to each other. all the peridot and steven episodes from canon happen off-screen or in the background bc the zircons have nothing to do with them. this is the maybe month or so before ASPR, where there’s no more major canon plot.

yellow gets a new outfit, whether it’s from having to reform or just deciding to change for fun. also the zircons move into the lighthouse, maybe with peridot. generally all i had planned for this was smaller, humour-based storylines. blue becomes more outgoing, yellow develops interests if her own and joins jamie’s acting club. the zircons still argue constantly but start to agree on a few things. like, they both like the same tv shows, they’re both crazy competitive rules lawyers with board games, and they both hate ronaldo, who comes up to their house to play lookout and constantly bothers them about “totally seeing aliens” in his telescope.

eventually they finally just talk things out, apologise to each other for all their grievances, and yellow admits that she’s actually happy living on earth with blue, and it feels more like home than homeworld did. and then they hug it out and fuse. we would’ve had a few comics here where i might’ve taken questions for green zircon. then she’d hear ronaldo coming up the hill to do lookout, panic, and unfuse.

they’d both go inside, do some stuff, then hear ronaldo freaking out outside about spotting a “real moon alien”. they’d just roll their eyes about it but he’d insist they come look. and then they’d see lapis on the moon. ronaldo runs off to get steven, while blue gets really excited that she might see her friend again. when steven goes up to the moon, she tags along. lapis still leaves again, and steven tells blue about his dream, causing her to go into Theorising Mode.

blue obsessively goes over the evidence while yellow teases her for being a crazy conspiracy theorist, and she figures out that pink diamond was rose quartz and cracks the whole mystery. then like 2 seconds later steven knocks on the door and sits them down to explain the whole story. he doesn’t even get to start saying anything before blue’s like “in a second, can i explain my thing first?” and basically explains to him everything he was about to tell them. and then stevens like “uh yeah u got it.” and blue gloats at yellow that she was right while yellow pretends not to care.

garnet has her wedding and the zircs go, yellow doesn’t really hate the cgs anymore but she doesn’t feel hella welcome around them but yeah she goes anyway everyone has a good time. the diamonds show up, pretty much the same as in canon, i hadn’t really figured any way the zircons might impact stuff as i couldn’t see them fighting. they’d probably just hide tbh.

when everyone goes to homeworld, yellow goes with them so she can visit her friends and tell them how she’s been. blue decides to stay on earth so she can catch up with lapis, and also bc there’s not really anything for her up there. pretty much the same as in canon, yellow is not invited to the ball and she doesn’t want to go bc it’s not her place, she splits from the squad and goes to the zircon quarters to chat with her friends. she would’ve changed back into her uniform.

so we’d basically just be following yellow and seeing what life on homeworld is like for a zircon, the living quarters etc etc. as well as the kind of friends she had and her old life and stuff. i had an idea that gems like zircons that access databases can basically connect to the homeworld internet, and yellow would’ve known when they were almost at homeworld bc she would’ve suddenly got three trillion notifications from all the texts people had been sending her trying to find out where she is.

we’d also go back to blue on earth. she’d chat with lapis and they’d reconnect, i’d also have lapis and peridot talk things out bc they left on a sour note. also bismuth would get to know blue bc they never met. then they’d get the steven message and go up into space to help. while everyone else is going to the diamond fight, blue would go to find yellow and make sure she’s safe. they’d meet up in the zircon quarters, check everything’s alright, and the other zircons would be like “um yellow why r u hanging out w that loser lol”. then the chapter would end with all the zircons noticing white diamond’s ship blushing and being like “wtf”.

there’d be an epilogue thing set at the little party that ended the season. i didn’t plan to go into the movie or SUF (the whole plot of the movie would just be the zircons hiding in their house going “wtf” at the giant injector planted right in front of it lol). i guess in SUF they’d just be living their best lives.

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thirsty-x1 · 4 years

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Get Her (Back) | Kim Yohan, Cho Seungyoun

Request:

Hi! Can u do one where y/n has an obvious crush on her great friend seungyoun and everyone knows about it but she’s not ashamed of it but seungyoun “doesn’t like her back” but never rejected nor accepted her. One day y/n suddenly stops liking seungyoun because she wants to move on with her life and yohan takes the chance to ask her out because he always liked her. Then seungyoun acts like it’s not a big deal but slowly he realize he does like her and tries to get her “back”. Ending up to u 😉

↬ Pairing: Yohan x fem!reader x Seungyoun

↬ Genre: Fluff, slight Angst

↬ Warnings: none.

↬ Word Count: 3.7k

Everyone was sitting in a round, some having few cans of alcohol next to them and others starting to flirt between each other. One bottle was in the middle spinning and determining everyone’s fate. You were already feeling a little bit tipsy, giggling every now and then when everyone had to come up with their dare.

“So now it’s Seungyoun’s turn, truth or dare?” Hangyul looked at him as if he didn’t know the answer.

“What do you take me for? Dare.” His voice made your skin feel tingles and your heart beat faster.

“Chug that whole beer down now.” Some of the guys complained but Hangyul shut them up. I knew what his intention was: Seungyoun would get drunk with literally very little alcohol, so this was a good plan, at least to embarrass him and make the party more fun. Your friend didn’t hesitate as he drank it all in record time, laughing as some spilled down the borders of his mouth.

The bottle spun again and pointed in your direction for the first time in the night. The question was made and you knew that the ‘dare’ option was much worse than the other, so you went for the safe one despite everyone booing at you.

“Who are you into?” It surprised you that the one asking was Yohan this time, but as soon as you processed the question, you started to feel your cheeks get red.

“Aye, we all know that already.” Wooseok stared at Yohan as if reprimanding him, but he seemed to genuinely not know about it.

“Why would you ask such a boring question... Anyway, it’s me.” Seungyoun’s words already sounded a bit blurry, if that was possible, and the laugh he let out after saying it made you feel a little upset. “Let’s move on already, someone has to make out or something.”

Everyone had gone silent at Seungyoun’s comment but quickly continued to your relief, the embarrassment being too much. You stayed there for a few minutes so no one would get too suspicious and then got up, using as an excuse that you weren’t feeling very well at the moment so you were going to go back.

“Are you sure you are going to be fine? The alcohol seemed to have gotten to you a bit.” Seungwoo seemed genuinely worried, watching you as you stood up. “Let Yohan accompany you, at least he knows taekwondo.”

“I know taekwondo too!” Hangyul seemed offended by no one remembering that.

“Maybe, but I don’t trust you.”

Yohan stood up without complaining at all and picked up your purse. You two went out of the house and started walking in silence until he took a deep breath and opened and closed his mouth three times before being able to let out the words he had been holding back.

“I’m sorry about the truth thing... I really didn’t know it was Seungyoun.”

You chuckled at his comment, he really looked apologetic.

“It’s ok, they all knew anyway.”

“So... Since when do you like him?” Why was he so curious about it? He could ask any of the other guys... But maybe it was better if he heard it from your lips and not through jokes and sarcasm.

“A few years. I guess I’m not really good at hiding my feelings because somehow everyone noticed I liked him.” You looked at him. “Well, maybe not everyone but you get the point.”

“Ah... I’m the complete opposite. I can hide them pretty well.”

“That’s not true.”

His eyes went wide and his ears were slightly pink.

“W-What do you mean? Do you know anything o-or...”

“See, right now you just panicked. I was joking around but I was right, huh?” He lowered his head, getting shy as you laughed it out.

“And... what did he say about it?”

“He... He never really said anything. He knew but never asked me about it, but since he didn’t go into ‘cold and distant’ mode I feel like he rejected me very subtly, you know? So we are just friends.”

“Oh, so tonight was the first time he talked about it?” You stopped walking, the embarrassment turning softly into sadness. Since Seungyoun never mentioned anything related to the rumors and often ignored their friends joking about it, you had a little, tiny bit of hope that he might like you back... But tonight that fantasy shattered.

“Yeah... The alcohol must have made him release it all.” Yohan noticed the sad look in your eyes, the way your feet dragged, your fingers fidgeting and your whole posture just changing.

“He’s an idiot.” Your eyes went open wide at the confession and he realized what he had just said. “I mean... he could have talked with you to just clear things out. It’s not fair that you still like him when he didn’t even try to reply to your feelings... I know he is older than me and all but, that’s just rude.”

He was right. You hadn’t seen it from that point of view... Despite knowing everything, he didn’t even try to come up to terms with it nor anything. Did he like knowing that you would be there no matter what? Was he afraid of you leaving if he rejected you? Whatever the reason, it wasn’t fair. He should have rejected you from the start, like a decent person!

You simply nodded and smiled at Yohan and continued the way back to your apartment. He waited for you to get in before waving his hand at you and turning around. Your head hurt with every single train of thought colliding between them, the knot in your throat making it hard for you to cry tonight events easily. You undressed and put just a big shirt on, the one that was for when you felt lonely, curled up in your bed and closed your eyes. This time you were giving up on Seungyoun for real.

Morning came and you were ready to face anything... Or so you thought. The minute you saw Seungyoun, every little emotion came back to you, every single memory from last night did too, but apparently he didn’t remember anything because he gave you that big, dorky smile.

“It’s my favorite girl who came to visit at work~” You knew he didn’t mean it, and that he said it to practically anyone who gave him some food, but your stomach still flipped three times.

“Yeah, yeah, just shut up and take it.”

“What is today’s lunch?”

“I don’t know, I picked a random one.” Yeah, sure.

“Random one? But it’s my favorite food...” He overreacted by faking some tears, having his hand over his heart and letting out what was pretty much a howl.

“You eat anything, you literally don’t have a favorite food, now you should get your own food, you know?” Even if you meant it, it still made you feel slightly special to see the rest of the girls at the cafe staring at you.

“If I did that, I wouldn’t be able to see you every day~” What the fuck was up with him today. Before you could say something, Yohan appeared behind the coffee machine.

“Ah, y/n, you’re here today as well.” You nodded and he gave you a small smile. “Hyung, your break finished like fifteen minutes ago, can you hurry up and help?”

“You could treat me better, my head is killing me today.”

“Boohoo, don’t get wasted if you can’t handle it.”

You sat at one of the tables and opened your laptop to work on the group project you were assigned... although you were the only one genuinely making it. The drink that was left at your table distracted you from the frustration that was starting to form in your system. You lifted up and saw Yohan’s shy smile.

“I saw you scrunching up your nose so I thought this might help... It’s supposed to make headaches go away too.” You were at a loss of words, but there was nothing you had to say. “Is that the group assignment? The one that’s due tomorrow?”

“Don’t even mention it. My teammate literally took off and did nothing of what I asked them for, so...”

“That sucks. Maybe next time we can be together. I’ll work on it, I promise.” You knew he did. He got high grades despite working part-time and was extremely responsible. It seemed like last night conversation got you two closer.

“That would be nice, yeah.”

Yohan went back to work and you tasted the drink. It was exactly the kind of flavor you liked. You looked back at the counter and saw Yohan with a proud smile on his face while preparing the rest of the orders, although it might have been your imagination. You didn’t focus on Seungyoun for the rest of the day.

A few weeks had passed since The Night™ and you had come to one conclusion: in order to get over Seungyoun, you needed to stop seeing him. You hadn’t noticed until then, but you saw him almost every single day. It had been five days and multiple “are you coming today?” since you had last seen him, but today was the exception: Yohan had kept his proposal of being in the next assignment together so you were going to your apartment to study. He said that he would go as soon as his shifted but this was a good opportunity to see if Seungyoun still had the same effect on you as he did before, so you replied that you were going to wait for him at work. It felt weird to just drop there, especially after how much he had helped you with the whole crush thing, so you decided to prepare him a lunch as a way to say “thank you for not leaving my sad ass alone and helping me with this subject that I hate so much.”

You opened the door to the café and Seungyoun’s face lightened up. You panicked. He didn’t.

“Finally! I missed you bringing me food~” He snatched the bag from your hands and tilted his head. “Wait, homemade? You never cook me any food–”

“That’s because it’s not for you, dumbass.” You grabbed the lunch bag and handed it to Yohan who was witnessing everything from behind the counter, his eyes getting bigger as he saw the food.

“For me?”

“Yeah, you know... Thanks for... Uh...” nervousness suddenly hit you up: you didn’t really know what his favorite food was, nor if he would like that at all, maybe you had fucked up somewhere. “Ah! You don’t have to accept it, really, it was just... Really stupid, I’m sorry, I’ll take it back–” You had no time to finish as he grabbed a spoon and took the food straight into his mouth, one gulp and it was gone. “What... What are you doing?! You weren’t supposed to eat it!” You leaned over the counter to try to take it from his hands but he turned around and kept eating without saying one word.

A few steps behind, Seungyoun was watching the scene without understanding a lot. Since when did you two got along so well? Why had you been avoiding him? Why there was no food for him? Why there was homemade food for Yohan? He didn’t know the answer for any of those questions, and neither for the sharp sting he felt while looking at you laughing with Yohan.

“Can I talk to you for a bit?” Seungyoun voice was heard loud enough for you to stop fighting with Yohan. You weren’t sure who he was talking to, but his posture wasn’t aiming at you.

“Uh, sure hyung. Y/n, why don’t you wait outside? I just have to take off the apron and I’m ready to go.” You nodded and grabbed the empty food recipient.”Oh, by the way, it tasted really good.” You could almost feel your cheeks getting hotter at the unexpected compliment and got out quickly before anyone could notice it.

Seungyoun did, though, and he couldn’t take that picture off his head. That face... He had been the only one that had seen it: your red cheeks and sparkly eyes whenever he talked to you. What did everything this meant...

“So, you and y/n seem to be getting along pretty well, right?” he asked as Yohan took off his apron and grabbed his backpack.

“You could say so, yes.”

“Do you like her?” The younger stopped on his tracks, the tip of his ears burning up. So he does.

“W-well, I don’t know, why are you asking that?” The stuttering came out of nowhere.

“Just wanted to know. Since when?”

“...” Yohan wasn’t sure how good this could be. “A year or so.”

“I see... Good luck, then.”

As his friend left, Seungyoun clenched his teeth. There was no reason for him to be angry nor feeling betrayed, but he did nonetheless. He broke two cups and got wrong three orders that day.

“Finally last day of semester!” You exclaimed as classes finished, Yohan at your side just laughing at you. “And we aced the group project~ We should celebrate or something, don’t you think?”

“Let’s go to an arcade. I haven’t gone in forever.”

“Me neither... Sounds fun~” You continued chit chatting for a while. Now you two were almost like best friends. Almost. Almost because there was this tingly feeling whenever Yohan smiled at you or when you saw him practicing taekwondo that wasn’t what “friends” felt, but the experience with Seungyoun left you exhausted so you just pushed that feeling to the back of your mind and put a lock on it.

“What the...” You followed his gaze and saw Seungyoun at the entrance. With flowers. Looking at you.

“What are you doing here? And what’s with the flowers?” It was easier to talk with him now. There was no butterflies, no teary eyes, no blushing.

“For you. Happy end of semester.”

“Isn’t that for when you graduate or something?” You giggled accepting the bouquet.

“Shhh, even a small achievement deserves recognition. What are you doing today? Let me treat you to dinner.”

“Uh, now I’m going with Yohan to celebrate our grades but, maybe later? I’ll let you know, yeah?” Seungyoun nodded as he dropped his head, a millisecond later giving you a bright smile, saying goodbye and walking away. “What a weirdo... Anyway, let’s go!”

You didn’t see Yohan’s face and he was so glad of it, because you would have realized how dumb his expression looked and how he couldn’t hide his smile as you took his hand and ran to the arcade.

It was nice being surrounded by old video games. You two had your fun winning and losing over and over again, laughing at each other, and it was hilarious to see how competitive Yohan could really be. You were used to see his calm and carefree side, but the stare in his eyes when he wanted to win was something else. You were focused on the way his proud smile appeared until you noticed he was giving you something: a puppy. Well, a stuffed animal, but still a puppy.

“Here, this is my ‘thank you’, take it.” You looked at the soft toy and then at him, back and forth a few times, until you realized.

“It looks like you!” he mumbled a small ‘what’ before staring at the dog. “You two look the same. I’ll call it Yohanie. I like him, he’s cute~” you grabbed it and played with it for a while, whilst Yohan simply stared at you trying not to die.

“Let’s get some ice cream.”

As you two walked and ate the ice cream with Yohanie being held tight between your arms, the real one stopped right in front of your building.

“What is it?” You asked, looking around to see if he had dropped his cone or something.

“I really need to tell you something but promise you won’t talk until I finish, yeah?”

“... This sounds like you’re going to tell me that you murdered someone.” He gave you a ‘really?’ stare and you laughed. “Fine, fine, I promise.”

“Here we go...” It seemed like he was trying to recall some kind of monologue. Cute indeed. “I like you.” What. “I really like you, I have for a year and a half, practically, but I had heard that you were into someone and when I found out it was Seungyoun, I just couldn’t bring myself to confess. I thought it was going to be easy to just let it go but when you said that you were going to give up on him, I just couldn’t help but too see a ray of hope. Ah, but I haven’t been helping you because of that! I’m really not waiting for you to say ‘yes’ out of compromise, actually, it’s totally ok if you reject me, I might run away but that’s not big deal. I just... What I wanted to say is that I like you. That’s it.”

No words came out of your mouth.

You were lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, only the moonlight coming through the window. How come he liked you? Since that much time? But you two weren’t even close until the night of the party... How come you didn’t notice? Was he really that good at hiding his emotions? You just wanted to scream into the pillow and choke on it. Your phone screen lighted up and you almost fell off the bed while trying to reach it.

Seungyoun:

21:43 - So... Are you free?

You turned around in bed. You forgot about him with everything going on.

Y/n:

21:45 - Yeah, but I’m not feeling really well right now...

Just a little, small, tiny lie wouldn’t hurt, right?

Seungyoun:

21:46 - What? Wait, I’m close to your apartment. I’ll be there in a bit.

He disconnected before you could even reply anything. Well, there was no use in avoiding him. Maybe you could vent out with him? Sometimes he was good at listening and giving advice.

Fifteen minutes later, you heard a soft knock on your door. There was no use in asking, you could sense him already. You opened and saw his worried face, a little bit of sweat running down his face, his breathing unsteady.

“Wait.. Did you run here? You said you were close!”

“You said... You were feeling unwell so... Here...” he handed you a bag with medicine and entered, almost passing out on your sofa. The guilt started creeping out as you saw his eyes closed and his head thrown back.

“Have some water. Thank you for the medicine.”

“Sure, no problem...” he gave it a sip and calmed down a bit. “So, how did it go?”

“Huh? Ah, yeah, good, it was nice. We went to an arcade and ate some ice cream...” You avoided the last part, not being able to look him in the eyes.

“That’s great.” Silence fell between you two, the atmosphere turning awkward real fast. “Do you like him?” His question took you by surprise.

“What–”

“Because I like you.” More silence. What the actual fuck. You raised your head but he was staring at the ceiling. “I don’t know since when. I realized not long ago. To be honest, it was when I saw you playing with him at the café. I was confused. Everyone said you liked me and you never denied it so I thought it was just a joke, or not that deep, since you never confessed to me directly. I ignored it because I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” It was too much for you to process. “I didn’t understand why you had gotten so cold with me until Hangyul told me about the thing at the party. I didn’t remember, so I’m really sorry if I hurt your feelings. I didn’t know how to bring it up to you because you were always busy with something else, so I’m saying it now. Sorry if I’m too late and sorry for everything else, too.”

You said nothing. You couldn’t believe it at all. It made no sense. Why all of a sudden? Sure you had been avoiding him but maybe if he had tried to explain before? Or simple said it was an emergency or something? Ah, but it wasn’t all his fault, really... It’s true that you never confessed, you never asked how he felt. You were to blame as well. You just assumed he wasn’t interested in you, accepted it and lived on, but didn’t actually communicate with him.

“Yohan confessed to me. A few hours ago.”

“Oh.”

“I accepted.”

“... Oh.”

The silence was unbearable. The tension was making you feel sick. Maybe it was good that he brought the medicine.

“I just–”

“It’s fine. You don’t have to say anything and much less apologize, yeah? I was selfish to come here and just blurt out everything. I should have noticed sooner.” He gave you a smile but it somehow seemed the saddest one ever. “Thank you, really. We can just keep it like before! You two are great friends for me and I’m really happy, for both of you, I mean it.” You said nothing. “I guess I... I will be leaving now. Make sure to take the medicine and get better soon, yes? Call me if you need anything.”

And just like that he left. Your chest felt heavy, as if you hadn’t made the right decision, as if you had to run after him. You stared at the sofa, Seungyoun’s flowers and next to it, Yohanie. You unconsciously smiled, and things seemed pretty clear. It wasn’t wrong. You deserved this, didn’t you? Have someone who likes you and who you like too. A new chapter and a new beginning, not reading the previous pages, just enjoy writing the new ones.

You received a message.

Yohanie (the real life one):

22:26 - Let’s go on a date tomorrow~ Any movie you want to watch?

You smiled at the screen. You made the right choice.

Did I make the right choice? I have no fucking clue but I’m crying.

~Nani

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Flutter.

SUMMARY: you never knew the reason why your heart always fluttered with the boy you had grown up with all your life.

PAIRING: jeno x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff! neighbor!jeno & bestfriend!jeno; friends to lovers au

WORDS: 2.3k.. like exactly 2.3k

WARNINGS: like. a speck of angst in the middle.

A/N: it kinda follows the american school system bc that’s the ... only school system i know LOL but alSO i usually write only soft hours aaaa but lets start off with my first fic with the one n only ... lee jeno hehe

Ever since you moved into your new neighborhood, only one person pops into your mind: Lee Jeno.

He was there when you first moved in, offering you a cookie his mom baked as you timidly clung on to your dad’s leg.

“Go on, sweetie. He’s going to be your future neighbor!”

Slowly approaching the long-limbed, yet small boy, he quickly took your hand in his and started to shake it. “Hello! My name’s Jeno. What’s your name?”

Little did you know that your encounter with Jeno would turn out to be the first of many, many other ones.

You had just turned six years old, and you were going to start your first day of first grade soon. Your mom insisted that you take the bus, calling it a way to “make new friends”, but being the introvert that you were, it was your worst nightmare. Lightly tugging at your backpack, your mom said, “Come on, sweetheart, you’ll be okay!” You held back tears, and pecked your mom on the cheek before stepping on the bus.

The bus driver gave you a kind smile, but that did nothing to ease your nervousness. You walked down the cramped aisle filled with legs that stuck out and glittery backpacks and looked for lone seats; instead, you spot your neighbor, Jeno. At the same time, he spots you too, and gives you one of his iconic crescent eye smiles.

“Come sit here, Y/N! We can be seat buddies for school!”

“O-o-okay!”

That was the first time Lee Jeno made your heart flutter.

You’re now twelve, but instead of your first day of first grade, it’s your first day of middle school. Jeno not only had found a new group of friends, but also became one of the biggest heartthrobs in the entire school. He had become good looking and was so tall that he towered over you at times. But still, he never forgot to hang out with you. He often came over to your house most nights to play games with you on your older brothers’ game consoles. He always went on ice cream runs with you and your mom, always yelling to his parents that “he’s off to get ice cream with Mrs. Y/L/N again!” Most importantly, he still rode the bus to and from school with you, insisting that he was your “eternal seat buddy”.

However, when you stepped on the bus this morning, he wasn’t there in your usual seats, so you ending up walking to your locker alone in the morning.

“I ... can’t ... get ... this ... stupid ... combi-”

All of a sudden, another pair of hands land on your lock, and you look up to find the one and only, Lee Jeno.

“I’m sorry that I was gone this morning ... what’s your combination? I’m sure I could open it.” Jeno says, while giving you another one of his genuine smiles.

Smiling at his genuine willingness to help, you say, “Trust me, Jeno. I might have a better chance at going to the office instead. My dad literally scribbled it down this morning and it could be passed off as a kid’s handwriting. Plus, what if you’re late for class?”

Jeno lets out a laugh and says, “Don’t worry about my classes! Can you read out the combination for me then?”

“I think it should be 29-10-35,” you hesitantly say, looking down at the crumpled piece of paper in your hands, attempting to decipher your dad’s rushed handwriting. Jeno questioningly looks at you and snatches the paper out of your hands to stick it up to the closest window, as if he believed the sunlight would help him read the messy, loopy handwriting better. Suddenly, he lets out a “Ha!” and hands you back the paper. Jeno turns back to the lock on your locker while whispering, “It’s actually 28,” Click. “19,” Click. “36.” Click.

With one swift motion, he was able to get both the lock in his hands and your locker door wide open. You glance at the nearest clock and it reads 7:58 AM, giving you two minutes before class starts.

“See? I told you I would open it on time. Now, hurry up and get your books! I don’t think all the girls in this school would be fond of you if you were to be late to homeroom with me.” Jeno says with a smirk before holding his hand out to you, ready to sprint to class with you hand-in-hand.

That cocky boy, you thought. Grabbing your textbook and slamming your locker shut, you stuck your lock back on and placed your hand on Jeno’s.

The moment Jeno whisked you away to homeroom with your hand in his is the second time he made your heart flutter.

The ripe age of sixteen has arrived, and your friendship with Jeno has altered in ways that you didn’t expect. For one, Jeno got his license earlier than most kids in the junior class as he had an earlier birthday while your birthday was stuck in the summer, so you weren’t able to get it as quickly. So instead of riding the bus every morning with Jeno, he swore that he would take you to school every morning, which of course, was approved by your parents immediately. Two, junior year was taking a toll on the both of you, so your nightly visits through each other’s windows were shortened to once a week. However, today you had promised Jeno that you would meet him at his house for an AP Biology test study session.

You knocked on his door three times, one time with a pause, proceeded by two quick ones. With this knock, Jeno is sure that you’re the one on the other side of the door, and not another girl from school asking for his number.

“Ah! Y/N! Ready to grind on some bio?”

Looking back up into his eyes, you lose balance, not realizing that you blanked out and didn’t even notice the door opening. You lean forward a little in an attempt to regain your balance, but your knees lock instead. Jeno steadies you by holding onto your waist, and says, “You okay?” You nod almost instantly, cheeks reddening out of embarrassment.

You take off your shoes before entering Jeno’s house and you’re instantly greeted by his mom. “Oh! Y/N! Jeno didn’t tell me you were coming,” she says while wiping off her hands with a towel, “I would’ve made you guys my neighborhood famous cookies!” She winks jokingly and you respond, “Your cookies are just too good, Mrs. Lee. I was all over them when you brought them over last week!” with a smile as Mrs. Lee approaches you for a hug.

“Hey! Don’t think I’ll let you steal her heart from me!”

Before you can give Mrs. Lee a nice “I’m-glad-to-see-you-again” hug, you turn around to find Jeno leaning against the stairs. Realizing he saw the entire encounter, you smirk at him, saying, “And what if I do? Your mom is just so sweet!” You can hear Mrs. Lee laugh behind you as Jeno walks up to the both of you and says, “You’ll have to steal my heart before you can steal my mom’s!”

When Jeno said that, it was the third time he made your heart flutter.

Jeno then takes your hand and says, “Okay, mom, I’m gonna go study upstairs with Y/N. We have our AP Biology test soon and I don’t think you want us getting two’s. Bye! Love you!” Mrs. Lee responds with a “Mhm.” before Jeno leads you back up to his room, with your hand still in his.

Once you step foot into his room, a wave of memories hit you.

“Tsk. Y/N, are you climbing through my window again?”

Midway through his window, you say, “Sorry, I’m home alone again. And I keep hearing weird noises! Jeno, I’m just scared.” Jeno looks up from his school project that’s scattered all over his desk with a glue stick in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other. “So, what do you want me to do? Cut them apart with scissors? Snip snip!”

After you helped Jeno with his Egyptian project for his presentation on Monday, you found the both of you staring at his ceiling, adorned by glow-in-the-dark plastic stars and planets. You began to fall asleep while Jeno was talking, and the last thing you remember is Mrs. Lee whispering to you that “your parents are here to get you”.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N? Oh my god, she’s a goner.” Jeno says while vigorously trying to snap his fingers in front of your face. You grab his hand and say, “Stop it, you dork, I need more help on cellular respiration. I can’t remember any of the products again.” Jeno makes a sound in agreement and you feel buzzes coming from your phone in your back pocket.

[2:03 PM] juuuudy🧚🏻‍♀️: hey y/n where are you rn?

[2:03 PM] diane💃🏻: yeah where you at bro? let’s go get ice cream!

[2:03 PM] y/n: oh i’m @ jeno’s rn for ap bio. guys i cannot fail

[2:04 PM] juuuudy🧚🏻‍♀️: WHat YOU’RE AT JENOS

[2:04 PM] diane💃🏻: WAIT DO U MEAN T HE LEE JENO

[2:04 PM] diane💃🏻: BRO WTF GET US HIS NUMBER

[2:04 PM] juuuudy🧚🏻‍♀️: ^^^ agreed!!!!!1

[2:05 PM] y/n: guys i can’t just give y’all his number thats just creepy

[2:05 PM] juuuudy🧚🏻‍♀️: bro wtf.... do u like him or smth?

Before you can type out a reply to Judy’s text, Jeno whisks your phone away from your hands. “Hey! Give me my phone back!” you say, trying to get it from his hands, but his height allows him to keep it held high above his head while he attempts to read the texts that you sent. All of a sudden, he stops resisting you and hands your phone back. Confused, you’re prepared to tease him as to why he gave into you, but you’re interrupted by Jeno saying, “Do you like me?”

Shocked and unable to answer, you were only able to spit out an “I don’t know.” You had never felt this nervous before, as you’ve never thought of it that way. But perhaps, you do have feelings for him. Jeno, clearly confused and also unable to answer, simply says with a straight face, “Let’s just get to work on AP Bio. You said you needed help anyways,” before turning back to his desk.

Instead of a fluttering heart, your heart broke into a million pieces.

But what you didn’t know is that he really had just hoped that you said you liked him.

It’s been two years after he asked if you liked him, and it’s never left your mind. Jeno ended up acting like nothing had happened anyways.

Now, both you and Jeno are eighteen. Your graduation is set to happen tomorrow afternoon, and you’re getting a whole wave of nervousness running throughout your body. Trying on dress after dress, Jeno sits in your room clearly bored and swiping mindlessly on his phone. When you finally find a V-neck dress that’s just the right length and adorned with a floral pattern, you step out of your bathroom to show Jeno.

Noticing that his eyes are still glued to his phone, you say, “Jeno? Hello?” He still doesn’t look up, so you decide to spit out nicknames you knew he wouldn’t like. “Jeno-jaem! Loser! Momma’s boy!” is the three nicknames that finally get his attention.

“Dude, you know I hate that nick-”

Jeno’s mouth gapes open as he looks you up and down. You notice his ears getting slightly red when you say, “So? Is this the dress I should wear?” Stuttering, Jeno replies, “U-u-uh, yeah.” You look at him suspiciously and mumble, “Okay, I guess not then.” As you turn back to the bathroom to change, he quickly grabs your hand and says, “What I meant is that you look beautiful in it. Absolutely stunning in it.”

You can feel yourself blush. His hand is still holding yours, and after a few seconds of silence, you feel yourself suddenly asking the same daring question he asked two years ago.

“Do you like me?”

Expecting a rejection, you let go of his hand and turn back around. However, this time, he pulls your hand back into a tight hug and says, “Maybe I do. And maybe I’ve liked you since the first time I met you.”

It’s finally the day of your graduation, and you’re lucky enough to be sitting next to Jeno. While sitting on white chairs lined up across the stadium’s field, you can feel all eyes on you and Jeno. Ever since last night, Jeno has been close to you, making all the girls around you become filled with instant jealousy and envy.

You look down in your lap and play with your fingers nervously when you hear Jeno say, “Don’t worry about them. I know you think they’re all looking at you, but if it makes you feel better, you’re the only one I’m looking at.” Looking back up into his eyes, you give him the biggest smile accompanied with a blush.

Once the speeches are given and the diplomas are handed out, the principal makes the final, iconic line said at every graduation. Immediately afterwards, the stadium is filled with cheers and yells, as you and Jeno throw your graduation caps up into the air. You both stand up facing each other when he finally makes the bold move to take your face in his hands and connect your plush lips with his.

His simple, yet loving action was the fourth time your heart fluttered for him; except, this time, you know why it was fluttering.

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