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masterjedilenawrites · 3 years

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Blueberries and Cowboys: Chapter 1

A choose-your-own-adventure style fic. First, 2 platonic chapters for set-up/build-up. And then, the story will split into 2 paths depending on your romantic pairing preference: You and Thrawn, or You and Eli.

Set Up: You are an outcast at the Imperial Academy, which means your only options for friends are the tall and stoic Chiss Mitth'raw'nuruodo and his translator from Wild Space Eli Vanto. The three of you get along, for the most part... Thrawn is obsessed with acing all the exams, Eli is desperate to show up his classmates, and you... well, you just want to feel like you belong somewhere. And hiding beneath it all are your unspoken feelings, longing to be realized, but fearful of ruining the balance of your trio's friendship....

Chapter Masterlist

Chapter 1: The Problem

Pairing: None yet, just a nice friendship trio

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of bullying

Length: 2k

AO3 Link (In case you like it better over there, it’s okay, no judgement)

You wound down the hallways of the building with a scowl on your face. You would never grow used to this ridiculously long walk, from your first class of the day to the next, so conveniently located on complete opposite sides of the facility. Whoever had designed your schedule this year was either an utter imbecile or had done so on purpose, just to tick you off. At this point in your education here at the Imperial Academy, you knew either scenario was equally likely. You weren't exactly liked by the staff or your peers, and there were plenty of idiots to go around.

The one saving grace of your journey was that you would eventually cross paths with the only two friends you had managed to make in this elitist hell-hole: Eli Vanto and Mitth'raw'nuruodo.

Eli would be the first, his class letting out just a few corridors away from yours. He was leaning against an alcove in the wall just out of the way of passing traffic, his usual spot. When you rounded the corner, he pushed off and fell into step beside you.

"What happened?" you asked, having noticed he was scowling as well. His resting face usually made him look like a sad puppy, so for him to have such a prominent frown this early in the morning, something really upsetting must have happened.

"Lost the debate," he grumbled.

Ah, you'd forgotten he had that today. You and Thrawn had helped him practice for weeks, covering every possible argument and rebuttal from his opponent on the assigned topic. He had it in the bag, or so you'd all thought.

"What? How? Don't tell me you got stage-fright."

He glared over at you. "No, I wasn't nervous or anything. I did everything perfect. But all Arden had to do was throw in a few snide remarks about my accent and that got the whole class turned in his favor."

Eli started biting down on one of his nails in frustration. You frowned along with him. That was a variable none of you had accounted for while practicing.

"Is Arden the pimply-faced guy?"

"Yeah."

"Hate him," you muttered.

"Yeah."

The two of you paused at the doors of a lift, waiting for the previous occupants to exit before filing in yourselves and punching the button for the next level up. Eli was still chewing on his nails.

"Stop," you exclaimed, swatting his hand away from his mouth. "I told you that's a bad habit."

"Oh yeah, what's this then?" He grabbed one of your hands and twisted it around so you could see the splotches of chipped polish on your nails.

You jerked your hand away and held it defensively against your chest. "There's only so much I can do with this insane caseload, okay? I haven't had time to think about my nails."

"Then why'd you paint 'em in the first place?" he said with a bit of a laugh. Well, at least his mood was improving, even if it was at your expense.

You swatted at him just as the lift doors opened. "Maybe I want to try feeling pretty sometimes, not like some zombie student."

You both were keenly aware that the cadets waiting to board the lift had backed up significantly as you passed, despite not having been in your way at all. They were all whispering too, and by the tone, it was probably not about very nice things. It was always like that, wherever you went. Even if they didn't know your reputations of being from wild, "backwater" planets, they need only hear one of you speak to know you were different. And in these Core worlds, different was inferior.

"You know you don't have to follow our course map, right?" Eli spoke up again, once you'd put some distance between the lift of sneering cadets. "Me, I don't have a choice. Thrawn's determined to graduate in as little time as possible, and I'm the sorry sucker who has to follow 'im. I'd run far away from the guy if I were you. Enjoy your freedom."

Eli complained about the last member of your trio, Thrawn, at least six times a day. And half of those complaints ended with him telling you to make a break for it. You knew he didn't mean any of it; the two of you had spent the last holiday break at a bar, and in his drunkenness, Eli had confessed to being secretly grateful for having met the Chiss. He only complained to cope with the stress.

And you... well, you weren't really sure why they let you hang around. They'd both easily become your closest friends, but you weren't always sure where you stood with them. Maybe they did like your company. Or maybe they just felt sorry for you. They were both friendly enough, allowing you to join them on Thrawn's "fast track" out of the Academy. But you had a feeling that as soon as you all graduated, they'd leave you behind and move on to whatever mission the Emperor had planned for Thrawn in the Navy.

You tried not to think about it too much.

Speaking of your friend, Mitth'raw'nuruodo emerged from a classroom doorway just a few paces ahead. Right on time, as always. His specialized "tactical statistics" class ended several minutes ago, but he had learned to carefully time your path so he wouldn't have to stand awkwardly in the hall waiting. It was for the best; you and Eli may sometimes draw unwanted attention, but poor Thrawn always stood out like a very big, very blue sore thumb.

"We have a problem," he stated, coming up on your other side. You never had to ask Thrawn what was wrong; if he had a problem worth sharing, you would hear about it.

"Hallway problem or 'fresher problem?" asked Eli.

You'd all agreed long ago there were some topics of conversation best had out of earshot from any passerby. And since most scurried out of the refresher whenever Thrawn went in, that became the only suitable place for such conversations, if it couldn't wait until your dorms at the end of the day.

"Refresher," Thrawn said. He looked down at you. "You'll be late for your class."

You shrugged. "If it's important...."

"It is."

You trusted him; he wasn't the type to make up drama or blow things out of proportion. The three of you picked up the pace, turning right instead of the usual left, and slipping into the men's bathroom. Thankfully it was already empty. Eli turned the lock just in case.

Thrawn wasted no time diving into the particulars. "I have come to learn our flight instructor, Commander Burdick, intends to sabotage my simulation tests next month. He is acquainted with Admissions Supervisor Aberdeen and understands that a failing mark will require a remedial course before being allowed back into the program. This would set my graduation back several months."

That was a problem. The flight course was one of the longer ones, and mandatory, and you were all so close to finally being through with it. Just one more round of simulation tests and then an actual flight around Coruscant.

Eli was groaning by the door. "You've gotta be kidding."

"I am not," said Thrawn in a measured voice. He knew it was just an expression, but you knew it was one of his pet peeves.

Eli wasn't listening, instead kicking at the tiled floor and mumbling about how this was so typical and why can't we just be left alone.

You turned to Thrawn. "Just you?"

"The ill will seems to be mostly directed toward me. Supervisor Aberdeen does not appreciate the special provisions that have been afforded me on behalf of the Emperor, and has coerced Commander Burdick to indulge in his spitefulness. However, I would not put it past them to also have plans for either of you, as well. They are aware of our... connection."

You were certain he was about to say friendship but changed his mind. Did he not know the word for it? Was he too embarrassed to admit it? Or did he truly not see you or Eli as anything more than connections?

"Okay, but..." Eli was still processing things. "How? What's their plan?"

"I purposefully said the Commander intended to sabotage the tests. He does not yet have a plan."

"So... we stop 'im," said Eli.

"Or," you countered, a mischievous smirk playing about your lips. "We don't."

Eli merely blinked at you, but Thrawn was very interested. "Go on," he encouraged.

"If we learn what the plan is, or maybe even give him a plan of our own, then we can let it play out and ensure he gets in trouble for it."

Thrawn rubbed his chin as he considered. You knew he'd soon slip into his usual routine of pacing and muttering in unknown languages, which could take a while and make you even later for your class. You cleared your throat, drawing his two red eyes back to yours.

"Surely a Commanding Officer wouldn't dare do anything to sabotage you directly," you offered. "He'll either look for some help or pin it on someone else, in case there's an investigation."

Thrawn rubbed his chin again. "You think we should influence the Commander on who to pick to be his... what do you call it, ensipki?"

"Scapegoat," Eli said quickly. It was becoming second nature for him to translate what was left of the holes in Thrawn's understanding of Basic.

"Right, and then we can expose the deception just before the tests," you said. "Before there's time to come up with another plan."

Thrawn's eyes narrowed in thought. "A decent idea, but it would require the education of one of our fellow cadets to be jeopardized. It should not be our first plan."

"But if he's going to use one of them anyway..." you started to protest.

"Then we should seek to expose his connection to that person as well. This is an instructor who is not serving the best interest of several of his students. He should be the only one blamed."

You weren't going to let his logic win this time. As far as you could tell, this was a perfect opportunity to get revenge on your obnoxious classmates. "It's going to be a lot easier to take issue up with the Board against a student than an instructor. We can try to expose both people, but if we can't, then at least we can nail one of them. It's called a scapegoat for a reason."

Eli spoke up before Thrawn could respond, throwing you a meaningful look. "Arden's in his class. Different time, same instructor."

"Who is this Arden?" asked Thrawn.

"The racist asshole who unfairly stole Eli's grade on the debate today," you said. You'd picked your words deliberately, and it did the trick.

"Very well. We have our scapegoat," said Thrawn.

You winked at Eli and he hid a smile.

"So," Thrawn continued, fully invested now. "We will need to push Arden toward the Commander as a viable accomplice. We will need to gain insight into the details of their plan. And then we will need to ensure those details are brought to light at the right moment."

The three of you looked among each other. This was probably the tenth plan this year alone that you'd all devised to take care of some kind of "problem." Just last week Thrawn had discovered misinformation in one of your textbooks that took the three of you on a field trip to the lower levels of Coruscant to find a con-artist who'd sold a quarter-hundred counterfeit materials to the Academy library. You'd only had the weekend to catch up on all the rest of your homework, and here you all were again, ready to jump into another scheme.

You had suggested the idea, so you were already grinning and ready to go. Thrawn had just put together a to-do list, and you could almost see the gears in his head continuing to spin as he determined more points to the plan.

The deciding vote was Eli. Though he often complained about not having a choice, you and Thrawn rarely forced him to do anything and were always respectful if he had a differing opinion. This time, you had a feeling he'd be on board.

He set his hands on his hips and smirked. "Disgracing a shitty classmate and a shitty teacher in order to save our grades? Let's do it."

Next Chapter: The Plan >

#star wars #thrawn #eli vanto #thrawn x reader #eli vanto x reader #choose your own adventure #friendship #romance #mitth'raw'nuruodo

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danger-xylophones · 4 years

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Changed Your Name (Captain Rex x Jedi! Reader)

This can be seen as a sequel to Uncharted or predating it

Summary: You and Rex don’t always have time to call but you do find ways to talk

Warnings: none except for some slightly suggestive language, I put it into a text conversation format and I used female pronouns

Word count: 2383 words {masterlist}

[Cyar’ika]

!!!

Three exclamation points. This was how this conversation started. Now, Rex would like to think that he has holochatted with you enough times to get a grasp on the bizarre shorthand you used. You had explained to him that the people of your planet primarily holochatted (or ‘texted’ as you told him it was called on your home planet) using shorthand. So, naturally, Rex made it his duty to figure out how to communicate the same way. However, the captain wasn’t particularly good at it and he still had a lot to learn. Case in point: the three exclamation points. What did those mean? Were you in trouble? You were supposed to be on leave right now. Suddenly, the captain’s earlier anxieties returned. He never liked leaving you alone on Coruscant (even if you weren’t really alone, you had your entire battalion along with the Jedi) but now he was extra concerned because there was little he could do to help you as he was off-world and currently setting up camp for the night.

[Captain Rexy]

What? What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Was there an attack?

Cyare, what’s going on?

The captain was on the verge of a crisis and suddenly very grateful for the helmet aiding in disguising his growing panic.

[Cyar’ika]

Rlx, Rexy, m fine. But look-

You sent him a picture and Rex sighed in a cross between affection, relief, and soft frustration at his needless worrying. The picture wasn’t of great quality, a little grainy and very dark which told Rex you were out at night. However, before he could begin to panic because you were out at night and anything could happen to you, Rex took notice of the corner of a sign indicating you were in the alleyway beside 79’s. Most likely, you had headed to the clone hang out with your boys and had simply stepped out for a breath of fresh air. Rex knew that you weren’t a people person and that you could easily be overwhelmed even by your own men.

Rex could also see the tip of your thumb slightly covering part of the picture which told him that you had taken this picture in a rush. But what had caused that rush was in the center of the image; a little tooka kitten that looked to be a light shade of blue with darker, almost black spots dotting over its face and back was sitting on top of your boot-clad foot grinning up at him seemingly through the image.

[Cyar’ika]

Can we keep him?

he’s so cute

he jst plopped down on my foot

[Captain Rexy]

No.

[Cyar’ika]

wut

Why not?

[Captain Rexy]

You already have a tooka that goes on missions with you.

[Cyar’ika]

Yeh but this would be OUR tooka

[Captain Rexy]

As tempting as that is, no

[Cyar’ika]

[Captain Rexy]

Still no.

[Cyar’ika]

:’’’’’’’(

[Captain Rexy]

Cyare…

[Cyar’ika]

We could name him Rex Jr. too

Rex couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh whilst ignoring the way his face warmed. You were always like this whenever you saw an animal you deemed cute. He remembered the first time you had shown him the tooka you adopted early on in the war and Fritz told him the story of how he argued with you for maybe five minutes before you eventually went ahead and adopted it anyway. You named it Snake due to the markings it bore which gave it a reptilian look and it was the unofficial mascot of your battalion. And the damn thing hated Rex. So, the captain wasn’t ready to share your affection with yet another living being.

[Captain Rexy]

No.

[Cyar’ika]

But he could be the mascot or the 501st

[Captain Rexy]

We can’t keep him.

End of story.

[Cyar’ika]

Boo.

…[Cyar’ika] changed your name…

[Cptn Stick-In-The-Mud]

Really?

[Cyar’ika]

How did that happen?

…[Cptn Stick-In-The-Mud] changed [Cyar’ika]’s name…

[The-Most-Annoying-Jedi]

Didn’t know you thought you were texting Anakin this whole time

A chuckle escaped Rex as he read your response, catching the attention of some nearby troopers and the general in question. The captain was quick to disguise his chortling as a random coughing fit so he wouldn’t have to explain himself. Anakin, however, still sent him a raised eyebrow that Rex quickly waved away before returning his attention to your ongoing conversation when the general was distracted by a ding coming from his wrist.

…[The-Most-Annoying-Jedi] changed your name… …[The-Most-Annoying-Jedi] changed their name… …[General Ice] added [Anakin Skywalker] to the chat…

[General Ice]

Tell your captain to stop arguing with me

[Anakin Skywalker]

Oh, so it’s you that’s got my captain so distracted.

Rex, stop arguing with Y/n.

Rex pulled a face underneath his bucket before sending an incredulous look at Anakin who was smugly smiling back at him. He would have liked to say that he was taken aback by you adding Skywalker to the conversation but you’d done this before.

[Captain Rex]

But, sir, she’s being unreasonable.

[Anakin Skywalker]

How so?

[General Ice]

I want Rex to make this little guy the mascot of the 501st

You sent another picture. In this one, it was clear that you were back in 79’s, crammed into a booth with Commander Fritz on one side and Bolt on the other, and peaking out over the top of your shirt was the little tooka. The little furball was smiling again, this time in contentment as he was undeniably warm and safe. The captain felt the familiar worm of ugly green wriggling around; he should be lying against your chest, not that little monster.

[Anakin Skywalker]

Force…

He’s adorable

[Captain Rex]

No, not you too

Why don’t you keep him?

[General Ice]

I would, gladly, but look at him-

Another picture, this time of only the tooka as he was curled up in the palm of what was probably Fritz’s hand.

[General Ice]

Look at his lil ol’ face

Yet another, zoomed in on the creature’s face.

[General Ice]

Plus he’s blue

And I already have Snake

[Captain Rex]

And that brings me to the very first objection I made

[General Ice]

That was not

[Captain Rex]

Yes, it was, general

Your reply didn’t come through immediately and for a second, Rex was worried he had angered you by using your title. He knew that you didn’t like being referred to by it. But, his fears were laid to rest when your response came through.

[General Ice]

Ok, so, maybe it was

But still-why can’t he be your battalion’s mascot?

He’s friendly, protective, trustworthy and v loyal

Jst like the men of the 501st

[Anakin Skywalker]

Those are all valid

Why can’t we keep him, Rex?

The captain suddenly felt like walking into the ocean. By now, he had taken off his helmet and switched to his datapad as he sat by the fire beside the other general he was now about to argue with.

[Captain Rex]

General L/n had the added luxury of Snake being partially trained when she found him

None of the men in our battalion would have time to train the little guy.

On top of that, General L/n has her own apartment where the tooka can stay.

You do not, General, so, he would have to stay aboard the Resolute.

Or, he’d stay in the temple or the barracks where he’d only be underfoot.

The captain leaned back in his seat, eager to see the response to his well-crafted arguments. Anakin’s eyes were busily flicking over the screen of his own pad as he tried to think of a comeback and Rex could just imagine you making that ridiculously adorable face you always make when you know you can’t win an argument but are determined to try. Your eyebrows would knit together and your lips would form into a minuscule pout, after that, your nose would crinkle just a little bit as your eyes would focus on something unseen. Then, suddenly, you’d snap back to reality with your rebuttal on your tongue. Maker, he missed your face.

[Anakin Skywalker]

I hate to say it, Ice, but Rex has a point.

We can’t take him.

[General Ice]

It’s alright

But we have to do something for the little guy.

He was just shivering on top of a trash can when I walked by the alley.

He perked up when I made him realize I wasn’t a threat

And he’s so skinny, he could die and it’d be my fault.

There you go again, letting the facade of the ‘Ice general’ melt away to reveal the compassionate, loving girl Rex held so close to his heart. A wave of guilt suddenly crashed over the captain and he wanted nothing more than to hold you. Rex caught Anakin’s eye and they both seemed to share the same guilt though Rex wasn’t certain the general understood how far his feelings delved.

[General Ice]

Wait, didn’t Padme say she wanted to get a tooka?

[Anakin Skywalker]

Yeah, how did you know?

[General Ice]

I overheard part of your holo call like a week ago

I recommend making sure your door is shut before you do those btw

Do you think she’d want the little guy?

[Anakin Skywalker]

Maybe, how old do you think he is?

[General Ice]

Not sure, I’d wager around two and a half months old

[Captain Rex]

And you’re sure he doesn’t belong to anyone?

[General Ice]

Positive.

So?

[Anakin Skywalker]

I think that’s perfect!

Thanks

[General Ice]

Thank you, actually, for taking that off my conscience

I’ll take him to the vet and get him all checked out tomorrow

For now, he’ll be living in my room in the temple

Oh, and I request visitation rights

[Anakin Skywalker]

Pfft, I’m sure Padme won’t mind

[General Ice]

Oh, and one more thing.

[Anakin Skywalker]

[General Ice]

Padme needs to make him the official mascot of the 501st on Coruscant.

Rex’s face dropped as he stared apathetically at his datapad, by now most of his brothers had retired for bed and thus he could be a bit laxer with his facial expressions. Of course you would figure out a way to undermine him. Anakin could be heard laughing to the captain’s right and Rex just bowed his head in defeat.

[Anakin Skywalker]

Done.

Alright, I’ll let you two lovebirds get back to gross couple talk now

[General Ice]

It’s not gross!

And you can’t say that when you have ‘gross couple talk’ with Padme at two in the morning!

[Anakin Skywalker]

How did you…?

[General Ice]

Shut. your. door. and. WINDOWS. hotshot.

My room is right next to yours, peedunky.

…[General Ice] removed [Anakin Skywalker] from the chat… …[General Ice] changed their name… …[Y/n] changed your name…

[Cptn-Stick-In-The-Mud]

Cyare…

I’m sorry.

[Y/n]

Y’know, maybe I should start dating Fives-

He at least likes to have fun

Rex snorted unceremoniously, seeing right through your bluff.

[Cptn-Stick-In-The-Mud]

Please, we both know you’d strangle him when he got a little too handsy

Besides,

You knew that we couldn’t keep the little guy

…[Cptn-Stick-In-The-Mud] changed [Y/n]’s name…

[Cyar’ika]

I know

I just got excited at the idea of having a little one for us to take care of

:’)

Rex’s face grew warm once again. The two of you had talked about your future together and whether or not you eventually wanted children. You’d been on the fence about it...until now.

[Cptn-Stick-In-The-Mud]

I wish I was there to hear you say that in person

…[Cyar’ika] changed your name…

[Cyar’ika]

Believe me, I wish you were here too

;)

Oh...Rex’s armor suddenly felt a little too tight. The captain couldn’t help but smile at your boldness as he struggled to craft a flirty reply.

[Cptn Sexy]

There isn’t a moment where I stop missing you

...

[Cyar’ika]

Ner mesh’la alor’ad…

That’s so sweet

…you changed your name…

[Cyar’ika]

Why did you change it?

It’s accurate

…[Cyar’ika] changed your name...

[Cptn Sexy]

Y/n…

[Cyar’ika]

;)

...you changed your name…

[Cyar’ika]

[Rex]

Cyar’ika, please

[Cyar’ika]

:(((

[Rex]

[Cyar’ika]

You’re catching on

[Rex]

...you changed your name…

[Captain Rexy]

Better?

[Cyar’ika]

(*.* )

Almost

…[Cyar’ika] changed your name…

[Cyar’ika]

There

[Rexy]

Whatever makes you happy.

[Cyar’ika]

Oh, believe me, this does

I miss you-please hurry home

[Rexy]

I’ll try, ner cyare, I’ll try

[Cyar’ika]

I know you will

You sent another picture. In this one, you were already in bed, hair fanned out over your pillow with the duvet pulled up to your nose but the covers weren’t enough to hide the dazzling smile. Just above your head was the infamous tooka, Snake, sound asleep on the pillow. His deep red fur looked glossy and freshly brushed and the black markings on his face added a seriousness to his furry little image. You must have snapped this picture mid ear-twitch because one of his black striped ears was blurry. In the curve of Snake’s body was the younger tooka you had found who looked like he had received a bath and a brushing for his fur looked less matted and much shinier than in any other picture. Both of the animals were completely passed out and it was easy to tell that you would soon be following their lead. You just had to turn off the lamp on your bedside and Rex knew that you would be dead to the world for a few hours till you woke up curled around his pillow with the tookas wedged between you. You looked happy but Rex could still see the longing in your eyes.

[Cyar’ika]

We’ll see you when you get back. I love you, always.

…[Cyar’ika] changed your name...

[Cyar’ika] Good night.

[Riduur] Good night, ner riduur.

And as night settled on the captain like a heavy blanket and Anakin ushered Rex to get some rest, he couldn’t help but think back to the image of the little tooka curled into Snake and the adoring smile you sent both the animals and him. He knew you loved him and he knew you loved those two. And suddenly, the idea of sharing your love with a little one didn’t seem so impossible.

#clone wars #captain rex #star wars: clone wars #help me I'm obsessed with this animated man #danger-xylophones

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daddygraves · 7 years

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Inktober Day 7. Confusion

Suuuuper late Day 7 submission!

WARNING: This fic contains mentions and explanations of intersex characters.

Also if you'd like to be tagged in all my future Inktober posts, just sing out! Hope you like this piece, it gave me so much trouble getting the tone and expression right! And I'm waaaaay over my intended word limit, this is close to 2.5K! Sorry!

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The first warning sign that your partner is being unfaithful, according to The Truth About Cheating by M. Gary Neuman, is when the notion pops into your head in the first place.

There would have to be some happenstance to cause such a thought, to bring this niggling idea to fruition. Such an idea would not appear out of nothing. And this unfortunate truth is why Harry Hart cannot seem to shake this hankering suspicion.

Eggsy Unwin is the love of Harry Hart's life. The younger man is utterly perfect, a pretty face with a heart of gold, as well as one of the best Kingsman proposals in near a century. It hadn't taken very long for feelings that weren't very platonic to develop within Harry for his protégé, however outrageous and inappropriate those feelings had seemed.

The two men had their fair share of drama, to put it lightly. Harry had been lying comatose in the Infirmary for a good portion of their acquaintance, and then, not long after he awoke, after a horrible row with Eggsy, he'd been shot in the head by a megalomaniac with a lisp in the middle of redneck USA. That had put a damper on things, for a year. Particularly since Harry had woken up sans left eye in the headquarters of the American spy agency, Statesman, with a healthy dose of retrograde amnesia.

But Eggsy hadn't given up on him. He'd come back again, and again, until finally little Hamish the puppy had pulled the strings of Harry's memories back together again. There's a shitfest in Cambodia, a dead nostalgic psychopath and an antidote for the Dancing Disease. Then, the surprise return of a robo-legged quartermaster and much-missed Lancelot, a newly rebuilt HQ and a consensually annulled marriage (Tilde, Crown Princess of Sweden, was ever so grateful to Eggsy for helping her ailing father gracefully abdicate).

Finally, agonisingly, there were no more barriers that stood in their way. So two backstage passes to Elton fucking John later, Eggsy Unwin ends up back at Harry's place. And this is not the sort of mentor-proposal sleepover that had occured last time. Martinis were still brewed, and a breakfast scene still occured, but there were far more confessions of love and a deal of heavy petting involved. The fact that Eggsy Unwin continued to come home with Harry every day and night since, and he was now fully moved in, was just a happy coincidence. No more wasting time- they were Kingsman, and in Harry's lover's words 'who fuckin' knows when one of us will get shot in the head proper this time'.

So with all of that to consider, Harry was firmly in the belief that they could survive anything the world threw at them. But then again, he'd never expected any dilemma like this to occur. Not even in his most haunting, wildest nightmares.

Eggsy was always so attentive, and never once failed to shower Harry with affection and reassurance. A casual hand looped with his at work, stroking acroos Hary's knuckles, and always a kiss and cuddle for luck before every op. At home, the boy was even more attentive, to the point that Merlin now actually refused to check the monitoring cameras at random, complaining that the sight of such 'excessive adoration, yeh twats' was giving him headaches. And then, of late Eggsy had taken up cooking in his spare time, meaning there was no short of oddly healthy, yet delicious food in the cupboards. Shouldn't Harry be over the moon? But M. Gary Neuman had taught him to see right through this glass window of false security. So unfortunately for the latest Kingsman chief, he was feeling anything but over the moon.

Because Harry Hart has a heartbreaking suspicion that Eggsy is cheating on him.

"It's only possible explanation," he argues with subdued certainty to Merlin,as the Scot shakes his head incredulously in the guest chair in Harry's plush office. "He spends all day glued to his phone-"

"Like every other millenial in existence," retorts the quartermaster, poking at his clipboard dismissively. "They're all glued to the bloody things."

"But Neuman, the author of the book on infidelity I'm reading-"

"Neuman can shove it where the sun don't shine."

"He might be organising something nice, for all yeh know," the tech wizard suggests reproachfully. "Is yeh anniversary coming up?"

"Was 3 months ago," Harry answers glumly. "He took me to watch Madame Butterfly." With front-row seats, no less.

"Now tha' don't sound like a man who's cheatin' on his boyfrien'," Merlin remarks, raising eyebrows knowingly. "Yeh worry too much, Arthur."

"My instincts are uncannily accurate thank you very much, Merlin," Harry responds, a hint of huffiness in his tone as he fiddles with a pen on his desk. "I wouldn't suspect something without reason."

"I bet he is planning somethin' wonderful, an' yeh gonna feel sick with guilt at doubtin' him," Merlin declares. "Tha' boy is utterly mad for yeh, yeh twat. He's probably plannin' on proposing."

Harry chooses to rebut this argument with the information that he had turned the house upside down, looking for a ring. And the fact that when Harry brought up the possibility over last night's pasta, his young lover had laughed, no hint of nerves in his tone, and suggested maybe one day, but not yet.

"You're an actual headcase, Harry," Merlin sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "For the last fookin' time, yeh boy isn't cheatin'. Now can I take some aspirin, and we get on with discussing the mission allocation for Mumbai?"

The concrete evidence comes several days later. As excruciating as the truth was, Harry simply had to know. He'd been taken for a fool before- he wasn't about to let it happen again.

When he hears Eggsy on the phone, calling someone 'love', his heart finally splinters in his chest. The bowling ball drops into his stomach, and Harry hovers outside the ajar office door, hand over his mouth to stop a cry escaping his clamped lips.

"Ta, darling. I'll see ya tomorrow, as planned? 11:30? Amazin'. See ya!"

M. Gary Neuman had been right.

Eggsy was cheating on him.

Harry hovers around the house for the rest of the night, brushing off Eggsy's various attempts at advances with soft, subdue rebuttals. Whose lips were crushing against Eggsy's when Harry wasn't around, when thise very same lips wrapped around a forkful of spinach quiche across the table from him? Whose wit was making Eggsy chuckle to himself on his phone as he curled down one end of the couch, Harry sitting rigidly up the other? Whose love was making Eggsy's cheeks pinker, and his skin glow, like it never had before with Harry?

"Arthur?"

"Come in, Lancelot."

Roxy takes the seat Harry proffers, waiting patiently as the man himself takes his own seat behind his expansive mahogany desk.

"You asked to see me?" The brunette offers, eyebrows quirking imperceptibly in apparent confusion.

"Indeed," Harry replies, taking a moment to steel himself as he stares down at the grains of wood beneath his fingertips.

"This is difficult of me to ask you, Roxanne, but it has been giving me a fair amount of grief these past weeks. And as Eggsy's closest confidante, and best friend, I trust you will be able to aid me."

"Anything you need, Arthur." Roxy's tone has more than hint of concern into it, and Harry doesn't need to meet her hazel eyes to know she is utterly focused on him.

"Let me be brief," he sighs heavily, wishing his next words would not bring him so much aching agony.

"Is Eggsy having an affair?"

Roxy appears to be choosing her words carefully, and a calm kind of numbness settles over Harry. It's all the confirmation he needs, the final nail in his lover's coffin.

"He's not,-"

"Please, Roxanne, your silence says enough. You may be a wonderfulasset to the Kingsman team, but when it comes it your loved ones, I see what Eggsy means when he says you cannot lie."

"Arthur, wait-" there's sheer panic in Roxy's eyes as Harry gets up from his chair.

"If you will excuse me, Lancelot. I have matters to attend to."

If only every step down HQ's halls did not feel as though Harry's legs were crumbling beneath him. If only every breath did not feel as though his lungs were stuck with thousands of needles as he strides on. If only the sheer suffering that wracked his body didn't hurt so much worse than when Valentine's bullet pierced his skull, as Harry stalks closer to the Galahad office. It's ten to eleven. If Harry catches Eggsy just before he leaves to see his mister, mistress, whoever they may be, it will give the boy several hours to collect his things from Harry's before Harry returns home for the night.

The first thing he had felt was sadness, just as Neuman had explained on pain 263. Misery that he, Harry, was clearly not enough to satisfy the boy's needs, even as a traitorous voice within whispered it was to be expected. That his love would never be enough for someone so young and beautiful. That Eggsy had never loved Harry as much as Harry had loved him. The tears he had shed in private, while Eggsy was half a world away, mourning what had and what could of been.

Then, there was the wondering. The questioning of why the boy had strayed. What had Harry done, or not done, that was not enough for him? The constant thinking of how long it had taken the boy to meet someone who held his eye, who wasn't Harry, and if he loved them. Of exactly who had made Eggsy so withdrawn, engrossed in himself, yet putting on a sunny front for Harry, hoping he wouldn't notice.

And then, last of all, Neuman had warned there was anger. Anger that Eggsy would think him so gullible, an old fool to be taken advantage of. To have the audacity to expect kisses goodnight, and the same level of intimacy, when he was taking a dip in another's pond. And fury, but mostly with himself- for falling in love so deeply and wholly with someone who had been destined to destroy him.

"Hey babe." Eggsy looks faintly surprised to see him, standing at his office door. He steps back, allowing Harry to stride inside.

"I think we need to have a talk, Eggsy." Harry is surprised by how calm he sounds, despite the rushing cyclone of emotions inside of him, ripping through the fabric of his consciousness.

"Uh, yeah, I think we do too," Eggsy says a tad guilty, rocking back on his heels. Was he about to confess?

No. Harry wouldn't give him that courtesy. It was time to cut the cord. Then retreat, pull back before salt could be poured on his deep emotional wounds, and hope he would heal.

"Haz-"

"Eggsy, I know you've been having an affair."

"And quite honestly," Harry continues, tone still mild, "I don't want to know who with, or why. I just want your things out of my home by eight o'clock tonight. Are we clear?"

Why was his heart hammering so painfully, and his throat swelling?

Eggsy stares, clearly dumbstruck. Before-

"What in the actual FUCK?!"

Harry's own anger swells exponentially at Eggsy's own furious expression. "Don't play dumb with me, Eggsy. I know. You can't hide it, I'm not entirely oblivious-"

"Are you actually fucking serious?!" The younger agent shrieks, eyes slits, body rigid with indignance. "What the fuck?! You actually think I would do that to you?!"

What?

"You've been glued to your phone relentlessly," Harry splutters defensively, finding his flame. "I heard you talking to your mistress or mister, I don't know, last week, calling them darling for fuck's sake, you've been taking more pride in your appearance-"

"You're an actual fucking idiot, you know?!" Eggsy spits, grabbing Harry by his upper arms. "What the fuck."

"Stop trying to deny it. Just get out-"

"I'm fucking PREGNANT, you massive wang!"

The oxygen is promptly sucked from Harry's lungs.

"You're what?" He manages, rather faintly, immobile.

"Yes," Eggsy's face is irritated rather than angry, but there's a slow, teary smile creeping across his face. "Pregnant, you fuckin' cockwomble. With your, our, child. Since April."

Eggsy's pregnant. Eggsy's fucking pregnant. His beautiful, beautiful unique boy, was just on 3 months with child. The parts he'd spent so long convincing the boy to love, that he was no less of a man because of what lay between his legs- those pieces of Eggsy, pieces of Harry, had made something wonderful.

Oh my god, oh my god, a dream come true- it's a miracle. Their little miracle, nestled inside the fleshed walls of a womb, slowly blooming to life-

"If I've been on me phone a lot, it's cos I've been Googling like mad," Eggsy explains, eyes meeting Harry's beseechingly. "When I first did the test I was mad scared, ya know- I was in fuckin' Osaka for tha' intel op, I called Rox an' cried my eyes out.

"I was freakin' out so bad, cos I didn't know if intersex people could even have kids- would the baby develop proper, be born ok? It was so fuckin' scary-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry doesn't mean to sound accusing, but he's just had an atomic bomb dropped on him, quite frankly.

Cos I knew you'd freak out even more'n me, dickhead," Eggsy says pointedly, but there's not much bite in his words. "Ya worry enough as it is. Let alone a pregnancy in a womb tha's not sposed to be there- you'd spontaneously combust, you would."

And as shell-shocked as he is, truthdoes register in Eggsy's words. But there's still a question burning a hole in Harry's larynx.

"Then who were you calling darling on the phone?"

Perplexingly, Eggsy barks a laugh, smile stretching his mouth. "Darling is my gyno's last name, you twat." He rubs Harry's arm absently.

"Louise Darling, she specializes in intersex pregnancies. She's been having appointments wif me every couple of weeks, to check up on Bean."

"Bean?" Harry quirks an eyebrow.

His young lover blushes, seemingly embarrassed. "S'just what I'vd been callin' the baby," he murmurs quietly. "Cos it's so small still. Like a li'l bean."

"An before ya ask, I've been cookin' a shitload of stuff cos' it's all good for the baby, see? Gives me the 'pregnancy glow' All the stuff I been cookin has lots of vitamins in it, an' folic acid, cos Bean needs loads of that-"

But the words die in Eggsy's throat as Harry pulls him in for a crushing cuddle.

It all makes sense, all of it. Every single detail, that Harry blew utterly out of proportion. He'd been so blinded by his own stupidity he hadn't seen what was right in front of him all along. What an absolute fucking fool he had been.

"I'm so sorry, my dear boy, for ever doubting you-"

"An' I'm sorry for not tellin' you, love." Eggsy's voice is muffled into Harry's shoulder, but the tearful emotion in his tone is evident.

After a long moment, the pair break apart, and concern clouds the younger man's sunlit features.

"Wait. Ya do want this, him or her, right?"

Harry drops to his knees without a sound, onto the lush dark carpet of HQ and kisses Eggsy's belly firmly through the fabric of his bespoke, clinging to his partner for dear life.

"There is nothing, absolutely nothing, that I want more than this," Harry says thickly, a solo tear sliding down his cheek, as Eggsy's hand caresses through his pomaded hair."

"It- Bean- is ours. Our little one, a little piece of you and me and I am going to love it and you forever, my dear, dear boy."

He's going to come to meet this Dr. Darling, and see his little Bean fluttering away on the ultrasound screen, hear the sound of it's heartbeat. He'll rub swollen ankles, and run out at all hours of the night to sate whatever weird and wonderful pregnancy cravings plague Eggsy. He will hold tiny, designer, cashmere onesies to his cheek, and imagine the feel of a tiny little body wearing them, who will soon be resting in his arms. He can hardly wait.

"I fookin' told you he wasn't, Harry," a familiar Scottish brogue declares smugly over the office's intercom. "Told yeh. But congratulations. I formally reserve the title of Godfather."

"Noted, Merlin. Now do piss off."

But in fact, Harry isn't even bothered by the interjection. Because all he can do is hold Eggsy close, and cry happy tears into his boyfriend's smiling, equally tear-streaked face. He isn't being cheated on. He's going to be a father.

Let's see what M. Gary Neuman has to say about that.

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nctsrenjun · 7 years

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let’s kick it.

Anon said: Hii can i request a yuta scenario where he is just cocky af and a fuckboy but ends up being really sweet and you fall for him pls (:🌸

Yes, perfect.

Pairing: Yuta/Reader

Word Count: 4100+

Summary: The end of the school year is approaching and the only obstacles ahead of you are graduation, prom, and Yuta.

Senior year tends to be a bittersweet experience for most people, including yourself. You didn’t think it would fly by so fast and it’s all coming to an end after this week. With prom and commencement being the only things ahead of you, the feeling of relaxation is becoming a recurrence for you. You observe the surroundings of your associated student body room and think to yourself, “Hey, I’m probably not going to see any of these people for a very long time or never again!”. For you, it makes things a lot easier.

Going off to college with a clean slate and having the ability to showcase your introduction skills to new peers makes you content. Until you’re brought back to reality that one of your colleagues is coming with you for the ride. Yuta Nakamoto. It is unfair to say that you can’t stand the guy because you two have never properly met but…you can’t stand him. Knowing each other’s names is good enough for you. Having the opportunity to choose from 10 colleges that accepted him and the odds of him choosing the same college as you is highly unlikely. But, Lady Luck thought wrong. You catch him in the middle of the room discussing with fellow classmates on final prom preparations. He always tends to get loud and obnoxious over the smallest of things and today is no different.

“What do you mean we couldn’t get the snapchat filter for prom? It’s literally five dollars! If ASB isn’t willing to pay for it, I’ll pay out of my own wallet for it.” Yuta exclaims while standing up. You roll your eyes and note that his actions are done to draw in more attention from other people in the room.

“No one is stopping you, Nakamoto.”

“Was I talking to you?” He retorts. You froze. Did I just say that out loud? You glance back at the boy causing a ruckus and look around the room as well. Everyone was staring at the both of you, waiting to see what is bound to happen. Yuta then walks over to where you are seated to bring the tension to a climax. You stand up to capture his eyes at a level that seems to fit the mood. You wouldn’t want him to have an advantage over this stupid argument that literally happened two seconds ago. He smirks and says,

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart? Do you want me to repeat the question again?” You can’t stand the way he talks to you as if you’re one of his fanclub members. If he stopped the faux sweet-talking you’d find a way to win this battle easily.

“I said that no one is stopping you. Do you want me to simplify it for you? Go ahead and buy it yourself. The entire associated student body is not objecting your possible actions.” You smirk back at him enjoying the change of expression on his face. It stops once he comes back for more.

“Alright, but I have one more thing to ask. Why do you care this much about my suggestion? Is prom a sensitive subject for you? No date? No plans?”

“It’s none of your business whether I have a date for prom or not. Just buy your precious snapchat filter and go.” With that ending thought, the class bell rings signaling the end of the school day. You pack up and head out for the door, leaving Yuta to compute what exactly just happened. Once leaving the building, you hear footsteps coming towards you and an arm around your shoulder following that.

“DUDE, that was fucking wild!” That voice could only belong to the one and only Johnny Seo. He is a prime example of someone you would actually miss during the next four or so years of college. Being your trusted friend all throughout high school, he understood most if not all your problems and knows more about you than yourself. You’re not surprised that word spreads fast around here however, you’re more surprised by the fact that the campus found that discussion between you and Yuta worth talking about. Johnny lives for spilling the tea so, you’re more than happy to let him in on the details.

“What do you want to know about it?” The two of you make it to your destination, your car. You grab the keys from your bag and unlock it for Johnny to hop in as shotgun. You then enter as well, turn on the ignition, and lock the doors. This afterschool tradition of driving to the nearest boba shop to spill the “tea” is what keeps you sane mostly. Johnny always gets a ride home from you so he makes it up for you by treating you to a drink.

“NOOOOO, keep it in your mind until we make it to the shop! I’m not ready to hear!” He whines as he pretends to block you out by covering his ears. You roll your eyes and put your car on drive. You proceed to head to your designated destination, Tranquili-tea. This place was the main hangout joint for people of your age. You wouldn’t be surprised to see if Yuta would be there. Luckily, karma wanted to apologize and he wasn’t at the scene. You grab a table and pull out your phone to check the notifications. Nothing too out of the ordinary on Snapchat, some mentions on Twitter, and a message from your folks. Johnny soon returns with two drinks in his hands and his goofy ass smile.

“An Okinawa milk tea with mini boba for you and a mango green tea slush for me! Ok now, SPILL IT” He says as he pokes his straw into his drink awaiting for your side of the story. You reluctantly sigh and begin to process your thoughts. You had wished that Johnny somehow forgot about the whole thing while ordering but you both know that would’ve never happened.

“Nakamoto was complaining about the school not getting a Snapchat geofilter for prom and I just told him that no one is stopping him from purchasing it himself. No big deal honestly. I just wished that I kept that rebuttal in my mind rather than saying it out loud and embarrassing myself in front of people I probably won’t see again.” You say and then soon after taking a sip of your tea. It seemed a bit bitter today which symbolized how you felt honestly. You can’t stand the guy but that doesn’t mean that you’re willing to cause a scene over something as small as this.

“There were no punches being made? No “WORLDSTAR” being shouted from the distance?” You absentmindedly blinked at Johnny. Where did he get these vivid thoughts from?

“What the fuck are you going on about? Is that what people were saying?”

“Yeah, they made it seem like you guys were at each other’s throats. The way you described the scene makes it seem like it was small, insignificant, and boring.”

“Well, it was.”

“Lame.” You give him a friendly hit on the shoulder and he pretends to be in pain.

“I can’t believe you expected me to do something crazy. We literally have a week left of school. Why would I do something that would risk me losing my senior privileges.”

“Very true. Speaking of senior activities, have you figured out your prom plans yet?” You’re glad Johnny switched topics. Prom is actually worth talking about. You had no idea where you were when it came to that. The only things that you had figured out was what you were going to wear and the accessories that came with it. However, that wasn’t as important as the “pre-prom ritual”. Where to eat and where to take pictures is definitely essential to you.

“I thought we were gonna grab Italian and take pics by the park?” You look to a very confused Johnny. Is that not what we planned?

“You thought correct however, I wasn’t referring to that. I was mostly referring to the date issue.” He then sends a wink your way. You smack the air around you and then state,

“That’s not really an issue. I won’t die if I go stag, dude. You can bring that girl from psychology and I promise I won’t third-wheel with y’all.”

“Really? Would you do that for me? That’s so sweet of you!” He says while pulling you into a hug. You could tell from ages ago that he had a thing for that girl in psych.

“I’m sure there’s going to be people doing last minute promposals. You’ll definitely be one of them, I know it. You’re such a catch, who wouldn’t want to go to prom with you?”

“You.”

“Hey, watch it.” You laugh it off and start talking about other topics that seem to be on the top of your minds. Time flew by abruptly and stopped once someone came in. Since you were sitting right by the door, you couldn’t help but notice the figure walking towards the line. You suddenly duck down and hide behind your booth causing confusion for Johnny.

“What’s going o- OH I SEE-” You then push Johnny down as well. You wished that he could actually keep his mouth shut for once, especially since Yuta decided to show up to the boba bar. However, Johnny thought different. He broke from your embrace and yells,

“Yuta! How’s it going? Come over after you get your order!”

“Hey, Seo! Yeah sure, I’ll be there!” Fuck, seriously? You got up from your seat and head for the door. Johnny grabs your wrist and stops you in your tracks.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Leaving.”

“You can’t leave now, the interesting part is bound to happen!”

“What do you have up your sleeves?” He smirks and looks at his arms. He shrugs and says,

“What sleeves? Can’t you see that I’m wearing a sleeveless top today.” This fucking fool. You were about to give him a piece of your mind when a disturbance in the environment was present. Present especially close to you. You look up to find Yuta awkwardly standing in front of the table carrying a drink quite similar to yours.

“Twinsies?” Yuta points to your drink with his spare hand and you release an awkward chuckle.

“Yeah, I guess so. Don’t be painfully awkward, sit down.” You make room for him and he obediently listens to your order. You take out your phone to look like you’re doing something and Yuta starts to sip his drink. Johnny could sense the atmosphere being somewhat awkward so he decides to break the ice. He stands up from his seat and says,

“I’ll be right back, I got to take this phone call!” Johnny runs out of the shop and you give a deadpan expression. How dense can Johnny be to think that you would believe that was a real excuse? You snap back to reality once you realize that there’s a whole Yuta sitting there silently. You sigh and decide to get some closure.

“Hey, Yuta? I’m sorry about today. I didn’t mean to make you look like a fool in front of class today. It wasn’t very ASB-like behavior. In all honesty, it’s great that you remembered about the Snapchat filter. People would love to post things with that on it.” You look him in the eyes awaiting his answer. His face turned was unreadable at first but it soon changed.

“Oh, that thing? Pff, it wasn’t that big of a deal. I just thought it was really weird that you decided to butt in on a conversation that wasn’t even direct towards your committee. But, I forgive you. Also, my apologies for mentioning prom dates and stuff. That wasn’t cool of me exposing you in front of everyone.” He says with a smile. That wasn’t that bad, you think to yourself. You’re glad he’s being reasonable to you on the special occasion you actually talk to him. You decide that being his enemy when there’s one week left of school isn’t the best thing to do so, making conversation would be the better alternative. You observe Yuta and realize that he’s sporting your future university on his hoodie. Your university and his university. You point at his hoodie and say,

“I totally forgot you’re going to attend there in the fall with me.” He looks down to his hoodie unclear of what he was wearing at that time and looks back up with a smile. No wonder he’s known in the yearbook as “healing smile”.

“Oh yeah! I do recall you being in my tour group on campus day. Are you excited? I sure am.”

“Yeah, mixed feelings. But honestly, I’m kinda glad I won’t be seeing most of these people for the rest of my life.”

“Hopefully you’ll be seeing me on campus.”

“Yuta, the incoming freshmen class is around 6000 or so.”

“Atleast study with me!”

“I don’t know you that well, how am I supposed to know that you’re actually gonna study?” He blankly blinks at you and processes what he wants to say next. He then puts out his hand and awaits you to shake it. You do what he wants and end up shaking his hand. He smiles and exclaims,

“Hi, I’m Yuta Nakamoto! Graduating senior and incoming college freshman in the fall. I love playing soccer and will be playing in college. I love to eat food especially takoyaki. Also, Sicheng is my best friend. You know him right? The co-captain of the dance team? Anyway...since we are both attending the same university, it would be a pleasure to keep in touch during the next four years. If we suffer in high school together, we might as well suffer in college together too.”

“God, you’re so extra!” You retract your arm back while laughing and he laughs. You admit that judging the book by its cover was probably a bad idea and now you’re somewhat happy that you actually got to talk to him.

“Well, it has to be a two-way street here. I want to know more about you!” You start to think of things to tell Yuta. My hobbies? My favorite color? Any instruments I play?

“Uh...well, I’m-”

“Hey, sorry guys! Did I interrupt something?” You both look up to Johnny who finally came back from his “phone call”. He sits down from across the two of you and you glance over to your phone. You start packing up and state,

“It’s getting late. We should head out, Johnny.”

“Seriously? But I just sat down! Plus, I haven’t even finished my boba!” You can sense Johnny is coming up with excuses at this point but, you’re not buying them. You practically drag Johnny out of his seat and glance over to Yuta.

“Sorry, Yuta! My parents are expecting me to be home in a bit and I also have to drive this dunce home. It was nice talking to you!”

“That’s fair. See you around, you two! Drive safe!” With his final words, you successfully dragged Johnny out of the cafe and into your car. You start up the car and leave the parking lot without a word. You then glance to a not-so-happy Johnny.

“What’s your deal?”

“Dude, could you not see what I saw?” What exactly could Johnny see?

“Stop being vague and spill it?”

“Yuta, dude. He’s totally into you.”

“That’s bull and you know it.”

“You should’ve seen the way he was looking at you. Dude, major heart eyes.”

“You’re such a kid, Seo.”

“Oh my god, what if HE asks you out to prom?” Prom? With Yuta? Yeah right. You highly doubt he was still available as a date considering how many girls are head over heels for him. It’s not that you wouldn’t want to go to prom with him, it’s more like a “you wouldn’t expect it and if he didn’t ask you, you wouldn’t care” kind of thing.

“Please be realistic, Johnny. I saw at least three prom posters made for him in the last week. Plus, I barely know the guy. Things would be extremely awkward.” He slightly chuckles in his seat and declines it a bit.

“Suit yourself. Just don’t be too surprised when he pulls out a poster in the quad during lunch.”

“Yeah and then Berkeley will send me another email saying that my rejection letter was fake and they’ll award me with a full ride.”

“You’re still bitter about that, aren’t you?”

“College wounds are always present, loser.” You finally make it to Johnny’s house and pull up on his driveway. He thanks you for the ride and leaves for the front door. You pull out of his driveway and drive about another block away to make it to your own house. Today was so extraneous and all you wanted was some good sleep. You greet your parents, tell them that you’re skipping out on dinner and will have a big breakfast instead and head for the bedroom. After refreshing yourself and changing into your night attire, you hop into bed and charge your phone. You scroll aimlessly on your tiny glowing screen for a good 15 minutes until you get a text message from an unknown number

[Unknown] 10:01: Hey, it’s Yuta. I got your number from Johnny, I hope that’s okay!

You groaned to yourself and hid your head underneath a pillow. Are you fucking serious, Johnny? Rather than silently plotting Johnny’s demise, you decided to text Yuta back.

[Me] 10:04: oh, hi. that’s fine. what’s up?

[Yuta] 10:04: Nothing really, I just wanted to make sure you got home safe :-)

[Me] 10:05: oh that’s sweet of you!! yeah, i’m really tired though.

[Yuta] 10:06: AHHHH i’m so sorry !!! I won’t text you anymore then !! please sleep well and see you physics then! Try not to dream of me ;^)

Winky face? How greasy of him. You laugh to yourself and lock your phone. Geez, Johnny might be onto something… But I can’t rely on his tiny intuition to make any assumptions. I should just sleep it off. Tomorrow is a new day.

The next day was a new day, in fact, it was too new. In the sense that you were greeted with gifts on your desk during first period. On your desk, there laid a notebook of some sorts and also a boba tea drink.

“Isn’t it a bit too early to be consuming such thing?” You turned around and saw Johnny.

“Who did this?”

“Why would I know?” He smirked.

“Because of that look on your face. Just tell me!” He begins to walk over and then whispers something in your ear. You aren’t able to listen correctly due to the school bell ringing. People start trickling in and Johnny heads back to his desk. You look at him angrily and he shrugs his shoulder in a friendly-like manner. That prick. You sit down and begin to examine the notebook in front of you. The first page reads, ‘ Be sure to head to the quad during lunch! ’. You slam the book close and cover your head with your arms. Oh no....Johnny really was right. Yuta really is onto something…

“Is there something wrong?” You look up and your teacher is right by your desk. You flash him a smile and reassure him that you’re okay. He tells you that it’s a free period due to the fact that the school year is practically over and lets you do your own thing. You run to Johnny’s desk soon after demanding answers.

“It’s Yuta, isn’t it?”

“You cracked the case, Sherlock.” You grab a chair near by and sit across from him in an interrogation fashion.

“Spill it.” He reluctantly rests his head on his left hand and begins to speak.

“There’s not much to say. Yuta has a thing for you and I knew it from the start. I should’ve placed money on it… Please show up to the quad during lunch today. It would be embarrassing if you didn’t.”

“Why should I go? I don’t even know much about the guy.”

“Trust me, I know Yuta like the palm of my hand. He’s actually a great guy. Yeah, he’s a bit cocky but that’s just him not trying to be a rug for people to step on. He’s actually such a softie.” Johnny gives you the “puppy dog eyes” and you roll your eyes.

“I can’t believe this is happening…”

“Me either! You’re growing up so fast. First college acceptance, now prom date? I feel like a parent.” He puts his right hand on your shoulder and you move it back to his desk.

“Just... make sure no one records anything.”

“No promises.”

The lunch bell rings and you pack your stuff up quite slower than usual. Your heart begins to beat extremely fast and you keep telling yourself to stop it. You couldn’t understand why Yuta possibly asking you to prom was such a big deal. He could be asking you as a friend. That would make things a lot better. But also, what if he wasn’t? Yuta isn’t that bad looking. He does have a great smile… what am I doing? You snap yourself out of it and head for the quad. You are then stopped by none other than Yuta himself.

“Hey, loser. Mind following me for a bit?” That’s it, the moment of truth.

“Sure?” He then goes behind you and covers your eyes with his hands. He tells you to go forward until he tells you to stop. Finally reaching your destination, you hear chatter in the distance and silence once Yuta takes his hands off your eyes. You are greeted with the sight of a soccer goal post and a soccer ball not too far from it. A poster hangs in the center labeled, ‘Let’s KICK IT at PROM?’ and two smaller posters placed on the left and right respectively saying ‘YES’ and ‘NO’. You look to Yuta on your right and he sports that huge smile of his.

“Well, I hope you’re a good kicker like me.” You laugh and walk over to the soccer ball. You kick it with great force towards the ‘YES’ and the crowd surrounding you goes wild. You turn around and Yuta comes towards you with arms wide open. You embrace him and your heart is beating quite rapidly. Wait, that’s his heart not mine. You look up to him and his smile seemed to have gotten bigger, if that was possible. The commotion that took place in the quad had to be soon evacuated because it was getting too loud. That sooner or later left you with Yuta to clean up the area and take the goal post back to the sports facility after school. The walk there had been quiet but you decided to finally ask him about his promposal on the walk back.

“So, why me? Why prompose to me the day after having a petty discussion with you?” He looks to you and laughs.

“You do realize that I knew you even before that? Just because we never talked doesn’t mean I don’t know of your existence. Johnny is my best friend too.”

“Johnny…he’s getting such an earful later.”

“Spare him, please! He’s the one who helped me out with this. But as I was saying, I know about you quite well actually. Being in a few classes with you this year has allowed me to see how you are and you’re honestly such a cool person. I’m terrible at interacting with people so when you decided to speak up during ASB yesterday, I made a mistake. I wanted to talk with you, not argue with you. Bad first impression, right?”

“Tell me about it.” He playfully hits your shoulder and you fake cry out in pain.

“Hey, only I can be the sarcastic one here. Anyway, I wanted to prompose to you because Johnny informed me that you still didn’t have a date. I honestly couldn’t believe that for one minute but, I had to think fast. So yeah, I thought prom would be a nice way of getting to know each other on a face to face basis rather than getting information from a secondary source. I hope that isn’t too creepy for you…” You try to process all the things he said considering he said it completely at twice the normal speaking speed. You stop him in his tracks and he looks to you confused. You walk closer to him and place a small and gentle kiss on his cheek. Content with your action, you walk ahead and look back to a flustered Yuta. You laugh at him and say,

“Come on, let’s go grab some boba. It’s on me.”

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Pete Buttigieg officially announces presidential campaign

South Bend Mayor Pete Buttigieg officially launched his presidential campaign on Sunday, formally vaulting the Midwestern Democrat who was largely unknown over a month ago into the large — and growing — field of Democrats vying to take on President Donald Trump in 2020.

Buttigieg cast his candidacy as a direct rebuttal to Trump’s campaign — including his slogan “Make America Great Again” — and highlighted his belief that the country needs both a generational change and an entirely different political figure to lead the country past Trump. Buttigieg’s argument is that he, a gay, veteran mayor from the Midwest, is just that kind of different politician.

“My name is Pete Buttigieg. They call me Mayor Pete,” Buttigieg said to cheers. “I am a proud son of South Bend, Indiana. And I am running for President of the United States.”

He said: “I recognize the audacity of doing this as a Midwestern millennial mayor. More than a little bold—at age 37—to seek the highest office in the land. … But we live in a moment that compels us each to act.”

The South Bend mayor is the fastest-rising Democratic candidate in the crowded presidential field and his decision to exit the lengthy exploratory portion of his 2020 bid comes at a time when a series of polls have shown Buttigieg to be firmly among candidates like Sens. Kamala Harris, Elizabeth Warren and Cory Booker, a far cry from when he was receiving less than 1% of support in some polls months ago.

Buttigieg used his hometown as a character in his announcement, including the fact that he, over the last eight years, had overseen a renewal in South Bend’s city center.

“There’s a long way for us to go. Life here is far from perfect. But we’ve changed our trajectory and shown a path forward for communities like ours. And that’s why I’m here today. To tell a different story than ‘Make America Great Again,’” Buttigieg said, the rain audibly beating down on the steel roof above him as the lectern in front of him visibly took on water. “Because there is a myth being sold to industrial and rural communities: the myth that we can stop the clock and turn it back.”

He added: “It’s time to walk away from the politics of the past, and toward something totally different. … That’s why, this time, it’s not just about winning an election—it’s about winning an era.”

Buttigieg’s launch took place inside the rain soaked and once bustling Studebaker plant that, when hollowed out after the company left in 1963, was a tangible symbol of his hometown’s march toward decay. The building stood as a symbol of what Buttigieg hopes to deliver to the country: While the mayor announced on the rusted factory floor, just a doorway away stood the portion of the building that had been revitalized into a gleaming incubator to tech startups.

Buttigieg addressed a few hundred people in the event’s outdoor and fully uncovered overflow area.

“I am impressed by the people standing inside,” he said, the rain hitting his uncovered head. “I am moved by the people standing outside because this is what the beginning of a new American spring looks like.”

It has been a whirlwind few weeks for Buttigieg: The mayor has crisscrossed the country looking to seize on the boost he received from a well-reviewed CNN town hall in early March, hopscotching between early nominating states and a string of fundraisers in Democratic strongholds like San Francisco, Chicago and New York.

By Buttigieg’s own admission, the experience has been “heady,” but now, the mayor said, it’s time to make it official.

“What we’ve seen as we’ve explored is that we’re exploring some really beautiful territory and now it’s time to make it official and announce a decision,” Buttigieg said on Friday as he made his way back to South Bend after a whirlwind trip through California that included an appearance on “Ellen” and a top dollar fundraiser in the Bay Area.

Buttigieg announced the exploratory committee at a January news conference in Washington, DC. He told CNN in late March that while, “all of the indicators are pointing” toward an official campaign, “a launch is something you only get to do once, and we’re not going to do that until we have all of the pieces in place.”

It wasn’t always the plan to launch the campaign inside Studebaker’s former factory. Initially, Buttigieg’s nascent team has planned to basically shut down parts of South Bend’s downtown and hold an outdoor rally in the heart of the city center that has been revived under the mayor’s tenure. Rain and wind meant they had to change plans, but Buttigieg said there is a silver lining in the change.

“The rain location may be a blessing in disguise because there is such symbolic power in that building and you can see in it the past, the present and the future,” Buttigieg said before the event. “I talk so much about how we’re not looking to turn back the clock and it’s not about retrieving some impossible again. That building is kind of a living symbol of all of that.”

The building has recently been repurposed. It now anchors South Bend’s Renaissance District and houses a mix of technology companies, including South Bend Code School and an Amazon Web Services company, a symbol — Buttigieg is expected to say — of how his leadership as mayor over the last eight years helped revitalize portions of the city.

Buttigieg was introduced on Sunday by three mayors — Nan Whaley, the mayor of Dayton, Ohio; Christopher Cabaldon, the mayor of West Sacramento, California; and Steve Adler, the mayor of Austin, Texas — all of whom highlighted a different aspect of Buttigieg’s record and candidacy.

“Are we aware that we are making history,” said Cabaldon, who himself is gay. “Even as the chair of America’s LGBT mayors, I couldn’t even dream of this moment four months ago.”

Although Buttigieg made his announcement official on Sunday, he officially dropped “exploratory” from his committee with the Federal Election Commission on Friday.

Buttigieg’s committee has been shoestring for months. According to the Buttigieg aide, the committee currently has 32 people on staff and plans to get to 45 or 50 staffers by the end of the month.

That initially small staff has meant the mayor has spent very little of the $7 million his team raised in 2019’s first fundraising quarter. According to the aide, Buttigieg’s first quarter fundraising report will show he only has a burn rate of less than 10%, a number far smaller than other candidates, like Warren, whose campaign announced earlier this month her burn rate was more than 85%.

“Pete’s a different kind of candidate and we want to build a different kind of campaign,” said Mike Schmuhl, Buttigieg’s campaign manager. “We don’t want to a top down, consultant-laden operation. We want to be more like a startup, and we want to build in a smart way and a steady way.”

Schmuhl said that, right now, the campaign does not have any pollsters or consultants. While he didn’t rule them out in the future, Schmuhl said the campaign is looking to be “nimble as we go along.”

The campaign has already opened a campaign headquarters in South Bend, two small suites in the Jefferson Centre building. The campaign also has plans to open a small office in Chicago, where a few aides will live and, given the relatively small size of South Bend’s airport, the candidate and campaign aides will work ahead of flights around the country.

Buttigieg’s rise has also seen him get accepted to the upper echelon of Democratic donors, many of whom are looking to donate to multiple candidates as the field continues to grow.

“I said to him I will do whatever you need. If it is raising money, I will raise money, if it is talking to people in the national network, I am all in,” said Steve Grossman, a former DNC chair who endorsed Buttigieg days ago.

Another one of those donors is Susie Tompkins Buell, who — while supporting Harris — also hosted a fundraiser for Buttigieg and around 150 donors on Thursday in the Bay Area.

“He made a very big impression on, I think, everyone. He is very authentic, and this is what people are craving,” she said. “That is one thing he has in common with the current president: What you see is what you get. Otherwise, they are complete opposites.”

The mayor has also not been the only Buttigieg to experience a bump in notoriety. So, too, has Chasten Buttigieg, the mayor’s husband and a teacher, who has become an omnipresent feature of political Twitter and, according to aides, is slated to do a number of solo speeches, primarily to LGBTQ and education groups.

Buttigieg will follow up his announcement with a trip to New York for a low-dollar fundraiser in Brooklyn on Monday, followed by a two-day trip to Iowa on Tuesday and Wednesday.

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