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loveharlow · 1 year

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FLUFF ALPHABET

PAIRING‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ [2.7k] Fluff Alphabet for JJ. Template from @snk-warriors

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, might be some suggestive stuff

A/N‧₊˚ A lil something while I work on chapter 8 of my JJ series.

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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Life on The Cut isn’t exactly luxury so you make do with what you have. If it’s something with the whole group, it’s probably a kegger or hanging out at The Wreck. If JJ wants it to just be you two, he’d try his best to set up something you both like because he just wants to be with you. That can be spending a whole day at the beach and acting like two idiots in love or sitting in his room at The Chateau scrolling on your phone and just cuddling with each other.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He thinks you’re like out of this world, stunningly, beautiful (obviously) but he’d have to say he loves your eyes because he’s learned to read your emotions just from them alone. He loves the little glint they get when you’re happy or excited, the crinkles when you laugh so hard that you double over. He just loves them because they suit you so well.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He keeps it to himself, mainly, but JJ has a had a few panic attacks himself, especially growing up with his father. However, this doesn’t make him an expert on how to handle them with other people. When it first happened, you didn’t really want his help and he truthfully didn’t know how to help you. He was scared but he toughed it out and actually, surprisingly, did research on how to help other people through them. When you’re just sad in general, he’ll let you talk about it, cry into his shirt if you need to while holding you tight and pressing kisses to your forehead. Once you’ve calmed down a little bit, he’ll crack a joke to get a laugh or smile out of you.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

It took JJ a while to realize where your relationship was headed. It wasn’t a bad thing but he was kind of like “Damn, I really love this girl”. He had to get used to the idea of a future with someone and not seeing himself as a complete fuck-up, which you assure him he isn’t. You both talk about how many kids you want, whether you want to stay in the OBX or move, etc. He honestly doesn’t care as long as he’s with you and you’re happy, as cheesy as it sounds.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

JJ is the dominant one. 100%. He isn’t aggressive or demanding. More in like a caring and slightly possessive way. His insecurities can get the best of him sometimes, I will admit. Times when he’ll catch someone staring at you a little too long and suddenly his featherlight grip around your waist is holding you against him to the point where you’re almost melting into one another. He’ll defend your name to no end because you’re his girl and he won’t let anyone talk down on you no matter what. And he stands firm on the basis that you can “do whatever you want because he can fight”.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

It depends. JJ doesn’t like loosing people but he's also not a pushover. He won’t forgive you just because he’s afraid of loosing you. If it’s something small, he’ll be stubborn but one of you will cave and apologize. It always happens. If it’s a big argument that went way too far, the pogues may have to get involved for some kind of reconciliation because no matter how stubborn or not you are, JJ will avoid you like the plague because you either hurt his feelings real bad and he’s overthinking or he said some fucked up shit to you and thinks that you hate him for it.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Absolutely. Growing up on The Cut and in the household he was dealt, JJ is grateful for everything you have given him. And I mean everything. He may not say it but he tries to show it. He’s grateful for how you help him through his emotions down to the way you bring him a smoothie or snacks from the gas station every time you come by The Chateau because you know he probably hasn’t eaten or drank much since he woke up.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He has some. He doesn’t like it but he’ll do it if it spares you the headache. Like the whole stealing from Barry thing? Yeah, you weren’t there for that and he was not going to let what he did get back to you in any way, shape, or form. For fear that you would be disappointed in him or it might rope you into the BS they’d managed to get themselves deeper into. But if it poses no threat to you, it’s all cards on the table.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You changed each other, honestly. You got JJ to settle down, which took almost the whole island by surprise. He was a party boy (and a bit of a player, let’s not kid ourselves), so when he started turning down tourons and ignoring these picture perfect girls, it was kind of like “okay, what the hell?”. He changed you by getting you to be more open and outgoing. JJ is totally a golden-retriever type and isn’t much of homebody. So, dating him really got you out of your shell.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

At first, hell yeah. JJ battled a lot of insecurities. Now, don’t get me wrong. The man knew he was attractive. The issue was his status on the island; A pogue with little to nothing to his name. He thought you could find someone so much better and it wouldn’t be long before you did. You helped him deal with it though. Reminding him that he’s the only one you could ever and would ever want. And plus, if you’re a pogue yourself, reminding him that you’re both in the same boat and you’ll row it together.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Why wouldn’t he be? He’s had a lot of practice. However, your first kiss wasn’t perfect. He wasn’t used to the intimacy of a kiss. It was always frantic and needy, just needing to get your clothes off. But when he settled down with you, you had to tell him to take it easy, y’know?

“Why are you laughing?” JJ pulled back from where you both had been sucking each other’s faces off on the worn sofa of The Chateau.

“Nothing, it’s just…you bit my lip like 3 times and I think it was on accident.” You giggled.

JJ sighed and let his head fall. “Sorry, I’m not used to this.”

Your hand came up to caress his cheek as you looked into his eyes and spoke. “It’s fine. Just take it slow. I’m not going anywhere.” You assured. “So, put the fangs away and kiss me like you love me.”

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Actually, it wasn’t JJ. It was you. JJ was never good at expressing himself so he would never up and out with a love confession unless he was “under duress” and just like, blurted it out. So, one night you just took it upon yourself. He was having a super bad day and you were comforting him as you both laid in the hammock, his head pressed to your soft chest and you just...said it. He stilled and looked up at you and asked if you meant it and things just went from there.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Took him a minute to get used to the idea of it but yeah, he wants to marry you and only you. He probably doesn’t propose, however, until your like mid 20’s, nearing 30’s. He didn’t want to rush into it and he knew he wasn’t going anywhere and neither were you. He would love you anyway he could have you so calling you his wife was just an extra bonus. The marriage would be a little rocky at the start, as most are — you trying to be the picture perfect wife and him trying to be the perfect on paper husband until you both learned that this is your marriage and it doesn’t have to look like everyone else’s.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Nothing too out there but he loves the typical, cliche ones — baby, babe, sweetheart. He also has one or two specific nicknames for you that were born out of a funny scenario that only you both and the pogues would get. You call him names that you know make his cheeks on red and make him pull his hat down over his face to cover it — pretty boy, handsome, sexy blonde, daddy- what? Who said that?...

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Oh, it’s absolutely obvious. You two are attached at the hip when the other isn’t overly busy. He’s either, arm slung over on your shoulder, arm around you waist, or hugging you tight from behind when he just needs to be near you or wants to touch you. JJ isn’t great with his words so his love language is definitely touch. For you, you love clinging to him like a koala because it makes him smile. You’ll be on his back as he holds you up by your thighs, resting against his chest as he sits back, or literally just straddling his lap with your arms around his neck occasionally kissing his cheek.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

What reason would he have not to be? If someone asks, you’re his girl and he’s your man. Neither of you brag, per say, more like show off one another. And only if you feel someone threatening, more like trying to threaten, your relationship or wedge their way between you both. JJ has never been opposed to PDA but it did take you a little while to get used to his public affection with zero shame.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He has this like really creepy ability to know when you’re about to get upset about something before you even do it that even the pogues can’t pick up. Like when someone cracks an insensitive joke, he’s learned to just pick up some cues — the way your face twists, the snarl you get in your lip, when your eyebrows do this weird thing and your eyes darken just the slightest while your body stiffens just a bit. No one else notices, like ever, but he does in an instant. He’ll pull you close and kiss your neck before whispering something like “It’s okay.” or “Do you wanna leave?”

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

JJ is still getting the hang of the whole intimacy and romance thing but he tries his hardest. He just wants to see you happy and you remind him that he doesn’t need some grand gesture to do that and he makes you happy but he still likes to spoil you as much as he can anyway because he loves how nervous it makes you. Sometimes, it’s super cliche because it gives you both something to laugh about and remember but the creative ones always stick with you because it came from his heart and everything he remembers about you, even the small things.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He supports you all the way in whatever you do. If it’s dangerous, he’ll try to talk you out of it but if he can’t he’ll be there to catch you if you fall, and tell you “I told you so.” He’s your biggest fan and you’re loudest cheerleader.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Try new things, for sure. He’s up for literally almost anything. He knows your strengths and weaknesses and knows your boundaries. If you say no or anything like it, he won’t push it and won't try to convince you again. But if you’re in, he’s in.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

You both know each other so well, a little too well if you ask anyone else. You’re more empathetic towards each other because you can understand and sometimes even relate to one another’s experiences. With other people? You, personally, will try but you’ll also be honest. JJ? If it’s not someone he’s close to, he doesn’t really feel like their feelings concern him.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

He values your relationship with his life. Same for you. It’s worth everything. You go to each other for everything, take care of one another and if things go south you’re the first person you each turn to. You think your relationship is the best thing to happen to you both.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Call it creepy but JJ loves to take pictures of you, especially when the sun is beaming on you. For example, he has one he took you of you the morning after you guy’s first time with your head on his chest, a steak of sunshine illuminating your skin. You looked so peaceful and he wanted to see you look that way forever. So pulled the cover up to conceal your indecency and snapped the pic. That was his lock screen for a long while. Until, you went surfing with Kie and came back to the shore in a wetsuit that hugged you just right, board tucked under your arm as the sun was shining on every part of you — hair wet and eyes glowing as he raised his phone with no shame as you shifted your weight and smiled brightly at him.

“Did you just take a picture of me?”

“Mhm.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re pretty. Also my girlfriend, so I can do it without it being creepy.”

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Very affectionate but it gets worse when he’s having a really good day or a really bad one. A really good day — he’s bear hugging you and kissing your face all over. A really bad day — he justs wants to lay with you in bed all day.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He will call you anytime he can and text you throughout the day, unless you can’t talk but he’ll leave you cute text messages, take pictures for you and send the occasional voice message if he’s busy himself.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He’ll go as far as he has to. He doesn’t like when it escalates into violence because he knows you aren’t particularly fond of when he gets himself hurt/into trouble. Because regardless of whether he can beat a touron, kook, or another pogue’s ass – he’ll be the one to take the fall and that’s the last thing you want for him and he knows it.

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syrupfog · 30 days

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Infiltrating the Marines is honestly pretty par for the course, at this point. Penguin might even say it’s a bit BORING.

Actually, there’s no “might” about it. It’s INCREDIBLY boring, and tedious, and Penguin is pretty sure that even if he had started as a marine, he would’ve defected to piracy by now.

Like, gods above, Law’s only directed them to be here for three weeks, but three days in and Penguin is considering causing some trouble just to feel ALIVE.

It doesn’t help that Shachi ended up filtered into a department on the far end of the base.

So here Penguin is, bored out of his mind and serving SLOP in the canteen. SLOP. Like, this is a downgrade from gruel. Have Marines never heard of spices?

“Cadet,” a very boring Commander says, turning to Penguin as Penguin hurries to put down his ladle and salute.

“You’ll be delivering meals to the brig today,” the Commander says.

Penguin’s eyes—hidden under his cap, of course—light up. “Yes sir,” he says. He has no idea where the brig is.

Laden with a full cart of slop, he then proceeds to get hopelessly lost. The place is labyrinthine.

When he locates the brig, the Junior Lieutenant at the door keys him in, and Penguin finds him in a significantly dimmer hall of cells.

He hands bowls of slop through the bars of a number of sad looking prisoners that he can only imagine are hapless unlucky pirates.

But at the very end of the hall, in the last cell— well now, this is a surprise.

“Oh,” says Penguin brightly. “You’re the Massacre Soldier.”

The Massacre Soldier has several more chains on him than most of the hapless pirates. He’s still got his mask on, at least.

“How… are you going to eat this?” Penguin asks.

The Soldier, who had been doing a decent job pretending Penguin isn’t there, turns toward him. “Like a fucking dog, I suppose,” he rumbles in a deliciously low voice.

“Well that’s no good,” Penguin says. “I’ll find a straw.”

He wanders off to find a straw.

It takes a while. The marine base has apparently become “eco conscious” so there are no plastic ones, but he eventually comes upon a metal one. Well. Possibly it’s a small metal pipe, but close enough.

The lieutenant doesn’t question it when he returns. Dang, these guys really need to work on their security.

“Here you are!” Penguin says, sticking the straw in the slop and sliding it forcefully in his direction.

“…Thanks,” The Massacre Soldier says, sounding somewhat confused. As Penguin is leaving, he hears the Soldier say, “I’ll kill you last.”

That’s nice, Penguin thinks. Very kind of him.

Penguin ends up taking meals to the brig on the regular. It’s a nice change of pace, and he learns to hide straws in his uniform. USUALLY The Solider gives them back, but a few are missing.

It’s two and a half weeks into his three week stay when Penguin’s very boring routine is interrupted by explosions.

Ah, Penguin thinks, finally some excitement.

Unfortunately that excitement comes with a little more chaos than expected, and he gets caught up in a crowd of

panicked cadets running every which way. Penguin has to work against the flow because he’s pretty sure the most dangerous place right now is going to be wherever the marines are exiting.

And the most interesting will be the Brig.

He’s almost down there— the halls here are much more deserted— when another explosion sounds and the walls around him crumble. Penguin lets out a muffled shout as he’s brought down by a pillar collapsing directly on top of him.

Shit.

That fucking hurts.

He can’t move, can’t lift it from where it’s crushing his abdomen. There’s definitely some cracked ribs.

Ah Shit. Law’s gonna kill him if he dies.

Suddenly, his attention is taken up by the sound of heavy footsteps coming toward him.

The Massacre Soldier and Eustass Fucking Kid

“I’ve got the twerp,” Kid says.

“Wait,” The Soldier shouts, putting his hand out.

He points at Penguin. “Straw Guy,” He says.

Well.

“That’s me,” Penguin groans.

The Soldier, still at a run, fucking KICKS the pillar to pieces and grabs Penguin around the middle, hoisting him under his armpit.

“Demeaning,” Penguin wheezes.

“Hello??” Kid screeches.

“Straw Guy,” The Soldier says to Kid, pointing with his free hand at Penguin.

His free hand which, it turns out, is covered in blood and has four metal straws between the fingers. A makeshift weapon.

“You can’t just bring a pet marine home, Killer” Kid yells as they run.

“Mine,” Killer says. He’s POUTING.

“If it helps,” Penguin speaks up, “I’m actually a pirate.”

They stop briefly to kill some loose marines.

“That doesn’t help,” Kid says.

“Yes it does,” Killer argues. He pats Penguin’s hat with his bloody hand.

Kid screeches in frustration. “Fine!” He yells. “Take home your fucking pet pirate.”

“Thank you,” Killer singsongs. They have to stop to murder some more marines and Penguin sees his straws at work.

Its gruesome.

Finally they emerge into sunlight at the top of the base, Kid’s ship looming over them. Penguin wonders if Shachi’s waiting for him. Hopefully not. He’s indisposed.

Killer carries him onto the ship and, only stopping briefly to dispose of the straws, goes straight down into the depths of it.

Penguin finds himself shortly thrown on a messy, unmade bed.

“You get your own room?” He asks.

“First mate privilege,” Killer says, and then he’s on top of him, one LARGE hand covering Penguin’s eyes. There’s a thunk, and then lips meeting his own.

It’s an odd experience to be passionately kissed with your eyes forcefully covered. Penguin’s not against it, though.

When Killer breaks the kiss, Penguin says, “Could’ve just gone for a blindfold.”

“Haven’t done laundry, Straw Boy,” Killer says. “And maybe I like the feel of your lashes.”

Ohhhhh that’s. Penguin blushes. “I’ve got a name,” he says after the next time Killer’s mouth disconnects from his.

Killer hums in response, chasing his lips.

“It’s Penguin,” Penguin gets out.

Killer pauses.

He sits back.

He inadvertently puts pressure on Penguin’s face, pushing him against the bed, and Penguin groans in protest.

“The heart pirates?” Killer asks.

“You’ve HEARD OF ME?” Penguin squeaks.

“…that’s a yes,” Killer says. Then he’s kissing Penguin again.

Then he’s moving down, sucking a bruise into Penguin’s neck, and only disconnecting long enough to say, “Kid’s going to kill me when he finds out.”

“As long as he doesn’t— kill ME,” Penguin complains, writhing under Killer’s teeth.

He feels Killer grin against his neck.

“I’ll let your uptight captain know where to find you in the morning,” Killer says.

“He’s not uptight,” Penguin argues (lies). But then Killer’s working hickies into his neck again and Penguin decides he’s just going to embrace being Straw Boy. Until morning, at least.

#kilpen #kilguin #my writing

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natriae · 1 year

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Wakatoshi watched you guys run over and honestly looked startled with the speed in which the two of you came over. Isamu had been holding a volleyball and placed it gently on the table in front of Ushijima. His smile was just as wide as when he saw Sakusa. So much like Wakatoshi's it doesn't seem genuine, but it is.

"hey little guy," Wakatoshi had said to Isamu. If you'd never been in Isamu's room you'd think Ushijima was his favorite with how he was acting. Hopefully, he's just being petty because of his friend, and isn't actually a big fan of Ushijima, but that's just being hopeful. As Ushijima signs the volleyball for your son you can see him glancing quickly at you out of the corner of his eye. "so are you a big fan?" Wakatoshi questions. He was clearly trying to make conversation, but he seemed hesitant. His voice got deeper, more smooth than the last time you spoke to him. No more voice cracks. It's too sexy now. He looks at your son in way that he's trying to read him without asking to many questions.

"..no… sorry," your son says quietly. Wow Isamu, smooth. You wonder if Ushijima would have been effected by those words if he knew that it was his son who said them. He was always confident in his skills, only certain people's words affected him. Ushijima never out right said it, but he was a family man. He wanted to have kids of his own, and provide them with parents that would be there for them. Which is why it hurt so much more to leave. You didn't want to hurt him by taking his son away, and you didn't want to hurt Isamu by taking his dad away. But you were left with no choice. You couldn't guarantee that Ushijima would be there, plus now he's in the pros. Who knows if that would have happened if you stayed. "but i do think you're a great player, but MSBY will always be my favorite," Isamu said as damage control.

Ushijima chuckled a bit at your son's honesty. He looked down for a moment thinking of what to say and finally settled on. "so did you drag your sister over here to get her an autograph. Is she a fan?" Sister? is it really not obvious. Maybe it was because he saw you and was curious, but Ushijima very rarely talks that much. Good media training, huh.

"no, my mom is just here so i don't get lost," Isamu said in response. Proud that his mom was with him. Why would he tell him that though. I mean of course he would casually tell people you were his mom, but of all people him.

"your mom is very pretty. I hope you guys had a good time," Ushijima said. You blushed at his words, and looked at the ground. He always knew exactly how to compliment you. He tried to give a small smile, but it was definitely forced. He's always been monotoned, but you could tell he was sad. Did he realize that this was his son? Walking to the next team member Ushijima whispered quietly, "you left cause you had another man's child.. humm," you definitely weren't supposed to hear that, but you couldn't tell if you should be happy he didn't realize or not. He looked around the table for his pen that was resting on his ear, and that's when it hit you.

Ushijima Wakatoshi was still stupid. You can say that, you dated him in highschool. He had amazing grades, but he definitely passed his test by memorizing, and not actually learning the material. Everything he learned would be gone the minute he finished the test. You're honestly surprised he made it this far. Does he have someone in his life? A girlfriend? A boyfriend? Satori?

Moving on down the line you couldn't help yourself but want to correct him. No matter how upset you were at him. It's been years and both of you deserve closure. You want him to have the story straight, and understand where you were coming from. Once the two of you got to the end of the line, Ushijima began walking back to the locker rooms. Isamu was on his way to the bathroom, and it was just you standing at the double doors that connected the lobby to the gym. A small tap hit the back of your shoulder, and when you turned around a white jersey was right in front of your face. Your heart dropped to your ass. Looking up you can see his handsome face in full view. He got taller, if that was even possible, or maybe it was the fact you haven't seen him in so long. He opened his mouth once, but no words came out. He tried again and was able to get out a small hi.

"hi Ushijima," you said trying to hide your raging emotions. You wanted to hug him, and hide him in your basement(that you didn't have). You also wanted go beat him up, but give him a fat smooch over his perfect lips. Those feels were valid. He was your first love. You can hate and love him, right?

"hi, i uh i wanted to give you this," He handed you a small white paper with several numbers on it. It's his phone number, you know. It's still in your phone with his name and a heart. You couldn't bring yourself to change it or block it. His face was red and he was looking everywhere but you. Even after all these years you could still make this giant man stutter and blush when talking to you. Just like when you were 16 and he walked up to you in the court yard. Actually he sat next to you on the bench and stared at you for a minute before speaking. "you don't have to text me, but i don't know when i'll see you next," I want closure for whatever we had. You nodded at his words, and muttered out a small 'thanks'. He nodded once and walked by you into the locker rooms. Finally you can hear your heartbeating faster then normal. If you were a cartoon everyone would see it jumping out of your skin. Isamu came running up and tapped you on your spine. Startled at the tap you jumped, and turned around to just find your son's large eyes staring at you in confusion.

"you okay? you've been jumpy today," Isamu said. He was worried, obviously. Wondering why his mom was acting so weird ever since they got here.

"i'm fine a promise. My senses are just heightened today, girl stuff," you said. Not wanting to spill that you saw Ushijima, aka your ex boyfriend, aka his FATHER, and not only that but a student you barely knew in highschool is now flirting to you in front of your ex boyfriend. "i'm fine, i'm serious," you said to convince him. No you are not. Your holding your ex-boyfriend's phone number in your hand, literally. "let's go get some food," you said changing the conversation. You could see Isamu's eyebrow raise up at your statement behind his thick lenses.

The day was finally over and now you were left with your thoughts. Thank god Isamu didn't ask about you being "ushijima's girl". The long day probably made him forget. Staring at the screen of your phone, a small circlular picture of a sleeping teenage ushijima was there with his name under it with a heart. You really need to change that. The realtionship too. 'boyfriend'. You scoffed at that. It's been a decade and you still can't bring youself to change it. You look back at the photo. It was from a training camp Shiratorizawa went too. You guys were second years and he had snuck into the manager's dorm to see you. He got hit by a lot of pillows because he came over unannounced. When everyone realized he wasn't a perv they let him in, and he rested next to you. While you were telling him a story he fell asleep on your arm. His head was resting on your shoulder, and you had immediately pulled out your flip phone and snapped a quick picture of the boy. His eyes were shut and you could see his beautiful eyelashes, and the small moles on his face. The photo was such bad quality, but it held so much value to you. You wonder if he ever met up with his dad. That was the story you would tell him. You could tell he was stressed so you began to making up a story about how amazing it would be when he finally met up with his dad. He would get a passport and a plane ticket to California. Spend the summer with his dad on the beautiful university campus. He would get to play volleyball with his dad again and show him how much he improved. He would go to the beach with him and enjoy an american boardwalk. He'd get american fast food, and see the golden gate bridge. It would always brighten his mood, so it became a usual story you would tell. You hoped he was able to do all the fun things you guys talked about. Did he ever see his dad? Did he get to play volleyball with him? Did he find a pretty american girl? Did he kiss her? Did he do more then just kiss her? Did he at least use a condom? Omg what if he has Japanese american baby right now in California who he also doesn't know about. Throwing your phone down you begin to lightly smack your head to stop the intrusive thought that you definitely don't want to think about. "ugghhhh," you let out loud enough to get your emotions put, but not loud enough to wake up Isamu.

A buzz was heard from your phone now resting between two couch cushions. Picking it up you slowly turned around praying to whatever god there was that you didn't accidentally text Ushijima in your fit of anger. How embarrassing would it be to get a text from you ex that's just 'hdjskao' after a decade of not talking.

Finally flipping your phone over the screen lights up to show that you recieved a dm from none other then 'sakukiy' on Instagram. He really was stalking you huh. It's not like you posted much. Your last post was from 2013, only really updating anyone on your story, or through your tags. He was really ballsy to be dming an account that's mostly dead. Opening your phone your brought back to your contacts. Ushijima's name being burned into your eyes as you get yet another notification from 'sakukiy'. Why does Instagram have to tell the person you read their notification. Taking a deep breath you opened Instagram and swiped over to your dms. There was a now deleted account with the kanji of Wakatoshi left. He was the only person you ever really interacted with. Sharing posts you thought were funny with him, but you never realized his account was deleted. He probably has a new one now. One where he posts thirst traps…with his abs..god he probably has eight and it's probably- stop you need to open kiyoomi's messages it's already been five minutes. Clicking on the messages you see two texts.

'hey it's Kiyoomi'

'are you free for lunch sometime?'

Is he asking you on a date right now? Is this cheating. No, you and Ushijima are broken up. You have been stop feeling guilty for moving on. You haven't dated anyone this whole time. Saying you need to focus on Isamu and you have no time for love. In reality you didn't want to be hurt again, you didn't want isamu to get confused or hurt, and at this point being 29 and only having sex once is embarrassing. You're getting to far ahead of youself. He just asked you for lunch. Why not. He probably means just as friends.

'sure! when are you free' you respond.

tags: @mineta-phobic @rukia-uchiha-98 @ssc7514 @megumuro

so far who do u want to end up with?

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selfindulgentpixies · 11 months

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Satoru Gojo x GN!reader

A new home with you

I actually had a different idea for this fic but it took on a life of it's own. I may write a part 2 for it to actually get in the bit i'd set out to write in the first place. Reader was behind Gojo by a year in school and is now preparing to move in with him now that they're finished with school. Gender neutral reader, mentions of reader wearing glasses.

Your last year at Jujutsu tech as a student had been.. hectic, yeah, that's the word for it. Just as good as any other. It was strange standing in your nearly empty dorm room. It had started just as empty of course but as the years passed it had filled with proof of the life being lived by its inhabitant. Artwork plastered across the walls, a well loved bed set, art supplies perpetually in disarray on your desk and sometimes floor. There were also signs of the friendships you'd forged while there as well. A shelf full of various knickknacks, plushes on your bed, most of which were gifts. When a certain senpai had learned of your love of cats and how you missed having one he'd started buying various cat figures for you. It had started small but by the end of your time there an entire shelf had essentially been dedicated to your little feline army. Among your many photos there's one of him pulling you in for a picture looking particularly happy with himself, you're holding a white plush cat with big blue eyes he'd just gifted you for your seventeenth birthday.

You sit back on your haunches as you finish sealing off a box with said photo carefully packed away. Letting out a slow breath you bask in the memories of the room for a moment. You'd miss it. the late nights spent talking instead of studying, the tears, the laughter, the first time Satoru pulled you against him and laid the two of you down on the bed. You'd felt consumed by him even though to an outside perspective you were just cuddling. The memory has a biter edge because of the circumstances, you were taking comfort in each other and it was one of if not the first time he'd been so vulnerable around you.

A knock on the door. "You ready to go?"

You were so deep in thought that the man in question's voice nearly makes you jump out of your skin. Nearly. Instead you fall back on your ass from your crouched position and let out a yelp.

Satoru laughs as he walks over to you and leans down to help you back up. He pulls you to your feet, his dark glasses showing you your own heated face like little mirrors. "You're always so jumpy. You could give Utahime a run for her money you know."

You stick your tongue out at him briefly. "Shut up, Satoru. I was just lost in thought is all." Your eyes move away from him toward the box and then to your- the stripped bed and then back to him. You may not be able to see his eyes but you're fairly certain he followed your gaze about the room. After all he'd started spending time in here as well around the middle of his second year.

Even behind his glasses you're fairly certain you can feel his gaze burning into you. You go to open your mouth, feeling like you should elaborate. Before you can though he boops you on the nose, a fond smile starting to form on his lips. "You don't need to explain, I think i understand." Your mouth closes and you watch him turn and pick up the last box. "Let's get home, yeah? Don't wanna let the kids burn down the apartment."

That makes you laugh a little. "I mean they're good kids. Good enough kids to handle a year of your parenting alone."

"Hey! I'll have you know i'm an excellent parent." he sniffs in mock indignation.

"Uhuh, sure and-"

"You're going to be a good parent to them too, ___" His voice softens and your name is said with so much fondness your heart is about to burst.

You feel tears prick your eyes, not because of leaving behind one stage of your life, but because of the one you're moving onto. One you know will be filled with just as much comfort, sadness, love and all the other things that come with living a life worth living.

The rough pad of Satoru's thumb rubs over your soft cheek, "Hey now, I didn't want to make you cry." You blink rapidly to get the tears out of your eyes but make them splash against the lenses of your glasses. You give a watery laugh and pull them off so you can wipe at your face with the sleeve or your, or rather Satoru's sweater. "S-sorry, it's not a bad cry or anything. Just.. I'm a little overwhelmed i think."

The concerned furrow to his brow ease a bit at that and he leans forward to press his forehead against yours. "Don't worry, I'll be with you every step of the way."

You give a watery giggle and then gasp, "Satoru, careful!" You say as you realize how precariously he's holding the box in one hand so he could cup your face with the other.

He makes a surprised sound as the box slides from his grip and he just barely catches it before it can fall to the ground. You hear things clack together uncomfortably in the box but not anything breaking. Hopefully anyway. He huffs as he straightens with the box, an apologetic grin on his face.

He adjust the box for a more secure one handed grip so he can grab one of your hands. "So you ready to come home?" You duck your head a little with a smile. "Yeah, i'm ready to go home."

@nanamikentoseyebags @strawberrystepmom @gojoest

#satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gn!reader #jjk x reader #rossi writes

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seashellcosmos · 5 months

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Do you have anything you just wanna talk about?

I really like your rambles about the fic:D

Tbh I’ve been thinking a lot about them growing up and aging. Like what the hell would that even look like??

There’s only so much I can actually ramble about because I fear accidentally letting spoilers slip, but I wonder often about how they would grow up and move on once everything’s said and done and the world actually gets a chance to heal. (If it ever does)

I think some of the THH kids would keep up the hero work as long as they could, even after they try settling into adulthood and getting like… normal jobs and normal lives. Some would be more successful than others, I think. For example I don’t think Sayaka could ever go back to performing the way she does, it would lead to her identity getting discovered and she wouldn’t want that. Leon probably couldn’t go back to baseball either, i think he’d try, but rumors would start and he’d have to quit for good before people asked too many questions about where his perfect aim really comes from.

I think aging would freak Taka out So Much and he’d just…. Never tell anyone. There’s no way he could talk about it but the gray hairs appear and his friends change but he’s… still the same. Even if Chihiro helps him look older he’d know he’s still not really changing. (Though even he can’t live forever, he’s already pretty outdated)

But moving on from the SAD STUFF I don’t think they lose touch with each other over the years- after all of this how could they??? Even if they move off they all still end up getting roped into dinners and weekend-long sleepovers and doing a liiiiiittle bit of vigilantism ‘for old times sake (and also so this town isn’t obliterated please help)’

The V3 kids are different, they all had normal lives they could try to get back to, even if that’s really hard. Like imagine the hoops Kaito would have to go through to be an astronaut now that his blood is a different color and he’ll occasionally just…. Float right off the ground. I think Gonta would want to be a teacher, or a real entomologist, or SOMETHING because this boy is so smart and he wants to learn!!! But he’s HUGE with pointy teeth and scaly skin and how is he supposed to blend in during classes and stuff?? I like the idea of the THH kids helping them out, being weird mentors and doing whatever they can to help the kiddos blend in when they try to get back living a normal life. (I did have a thought about Miu actually making a name for herself in the tech industry and hiring her weirdo friends so they have an easy job. Ryoma as the very small head of security who somehow happens to always be around every corner is a very funny idea to me)

I guess that’s the end of the ramble for now, but yeah. I have a LOT of thoughts on the THH kids getting older right now lol

#au asks #rambling #but I was ASKED to ramble this time so it’s okay :D

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latibvles · 1 year

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SAD, BEAUTIFUL, TRAGIC.

beautiful, tragic // craving humanity

you’re like humanity, drownin’ in vanity, craving humanity

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TAGLIST: @liebgotts-lovergirl , @softguarnere , @brassknucklespeirs , @monalisastwin , @mads-weasley , @eugene-emt-roe

SUMMARY: In the late hours of the night — all either of them want is to feel human again in a way only the other can elicit.

WARNINGS: explicit sexual content in a church no less so uh … my fault fr. difficult company gc i know i joked abt this before but i really didn’t think it'd get this far.

DEDICATIONS: to dove, for helping me pick this chapter’s title! xx

Daisy heads inside a little soon after that, to enlisted men sleeping in pews, a handful of the NCOs and officers unaccounted for, her lips still tingling and her face a little flushed as she sinks into the seat to resume letter writing, Liebgott sliding in and slumping in the pew to get some sleep.

She writes about vague snow-covered villages, and beautiful choirs, and about how she’s learning a lot so far from home.

It’s easy to work around censoring in this case — unless whoever censors their mail is also reading it for leisure. R says he’s doing fine. Don’t know how much he writes home, unfortunately. There’s a lot she could say, but some things are better said in person and there’s the embarrassing fact that even though Ron admitted to being hers, she, stupidly, didn’t say it back.

She really ought to say it.

There’s a sharp tap to her shoulder and she snaps her gaze up. The mask is back on, his piercing gaze boring into her but her heart just flutters a little in response. Next to her, Joe snores, tucked into Chuck, who’s leaned up against Talbert, like three kids at a slumber party.

“The Mother has a spot for you. Proper bed,” Looking at the Bible she’s using as a lap desk, he then adds, “Proper desk.”

“Real five star treatment then, huh?” She shoves the paper into her pocket and rises to her feet. He rolls his eyes a bit at the remark, she doesn’t miss the way the corner of his lip twitches like he’s biting back a smile.

“No room service though, staff shortages.” He starts walking out of the main room and she’s right beside him, just slightly behind.

“Damn, and here I was hoping you’d wait on me hand and foot,” He raises a brow at her, but doesn’t remark on it. They head down a hallway and round a corner. She looks over at him. “What? No quick rema—”

She’s cut off by Ron pressing his lips to hers again. His hands wrap around her waist and pull her into him, moving closer to the wall to shroud them in the dark. Daisy cups his face in her hands, kissing him back all the same, that fire lighting in her veins again. She feels… alive like this, in his arms, drinking in his heat. It's dizzying. It’s hard to imagine her desirable like this, with tangled hair and sallow skin — but he makes her feel less hollow, more human. Ron pulls away, but doesn’t let go of her, and their breaths mingle in the quiet.

“So is there actually a bed or do you plan to have your way with me in a hallway?” It’s a half jest, she lets her palm smooth out against the roughness of his cheek and she doesn’t miss the way he leans into it almost eagerly.

“There is a bed, and I’m not planning on anything. Just wasn’t done kissing you.” He turns and kisses her palm once, and then the inside of her wrist, lifting up to lace their fingers and pulling her closer into his side. Still, electricity crackles between the two of them and she’s tingling all over, face flushed and heart beating a little quicker as they approach the door. She wants to kiss him again, feel human again, in a way that doesn’t involve tears or pain or grief. She wants his hands, and his lips, and his eyes on her. He only lets go of her hand when they reach the door, and she opens it tentatively, stepping into the dim candlelight.

It’s a small room — a single bed tucked in the corner, a cross hung above it, a small desk with a bible, a lit candle, and a picture of what she assumes is one of the Saints overlooking it. The door clicks shut behind them, she hears Ron clear his throat.

“The Mother figured you’d want… a private spot. To sleep. They changed the sheets, but if there’s anything you—”

It takes two steps to turn around and crash her lips into his, hands pulling him towards her by the webbing. Although he stumbles back until he hits the door with a gentle thump, his hands find her hips, fingers digging in to leave their mark on her skin through her layers. Ron returns her kiss, mouth moving in time with hers. She exhales as she pulls away, barely, close enough to feel his breath on her face.

“Wasn’t done kissing you,” She parrots. Were it not for the frigid air and the interruption of Liebgott and the others, she could’ve kissed him for days out there. Ron just smirks, giving her hips a squeeze.

“So kiss me.” He challenges. He doesn’t need to tell her twice.

It’s… less swift than the first, more needy than the second — firm, his body curves to the shape of hers, fingers weaving in her hair as she pulls him closer by the waist. She feels a surge of confidence at that — knowing she’s not the only impatient one here, feeling his body shudder when she fiddles with the buckle holding his webbing together. She feels alive, more awake than she has in weeks.

On the most basic level, he wants her. On a much more intimate level, he always has.

Daisy pulls away, looks him in the eye. His pupils are dilated and she knows her own face is flushed.

“Do you have somewhere to be?” She asks, breathless.

“Are you asking me to stay?” Daisy nods, and Ron’s brows furrow for a moment. “Say it.” He looks over her face, in that analytical way he does. No catch here, she can’t help but smile the smallest bit, that I can promise.

“I want you to stay, Ron.” Stay tonight, stay tomorrow, stay until you’re sick of me, just stay.

He brings his mouth back to hers — forceful enough for her to stumble, but he grabs her by the hips, walking her backwards. Somewhere along the line there’s the gentle thump of him shedding his bags, his webbing, her own bag falling to the floor, between broken kisses that resume with fervor and the heavy panting between them. It’s a little like fumbling in the dark, groping at his arms, his hair, to keep him close. Her brain is fuzzy, consumed by the warmth of him and his hands grabbing at whatever they can — her thigh, her hip, her ass, cupping her face or his thumb running across her lip anytime they separate. She falls backward unceremoniously when the mattress hits the back of her knees.

She props herself up on her elbows, looks up at him. He undoes his scarf and sheds his jacket on the floor. She backs up and lets him crawl on top of her on this bed, his palms on either side of her head, holding himself up. How long had he wanted her under him like this? How long had she wanted to be under him? She didn’t have an answer.

Out of the cold, into the warmth.

“We should probably stop,” she mutters as her hand reaches up to caress his face — palm brushing against the rough stubble, running her thumb over his bottom lip and feeling his hot breath against her palm.

“Do you want to stop?” He asks, more breathless than she’s ever seen him. The top two buttons of his shirt are open, exposing a bit of his neck and collarbones to her. The entirety of him is undone in a way she’s never seen — lips a little red from her kisses, hair even messier from her fingers, the bulge in his pants apparent everytime he so much as shifts against her. A sense of pride swells in her chest.

“No. I don’t.” She whispers, spreading her legs a bit further to accommodate him — as much as she can on the bed.

“Have you ever..?” Daisy nods, her face flushing for a moment. She’d never told him that before.

“Once with Arthur before we broke up. Couple times in college. I’m not big on one-nights.” Ron raises a curious brow at that.

“And this…” he begins.

“You are more than just a one-night, Ronald.” Ron gives her a wolfish grin as he lowers to his elbows, slotted neatly between her hips, lips and nose brushing against hers.

“Damn right I am.” He mutters. Daisy laughs and rolls her eyes, as Ron brings his mouth back onto hers. There’s a bit of fumbling with pants and buckles, frantic untying of boots and trying to just get the necessary garments out of the way. His hand finds its way into her underwear at some point, and Daisy bites hard on that exposed bit of collarbone when his fingers circle her bundle of nerves with precision, desperate to be quiet as he touches her in ways that have her keening into his palm.

He fumbles with the condom and she fails to withhold a snort but Ron smiles at her in a way that makes her stomach flip more than the act itself.

Daisy thinks she could get drunk off the sound of his quiet sigh when he eases into her. She wraps her legs around his waist to keep him there, he presses his forehead to her own and wastes no time in pulling out before thrusting back into her with a suppressed groan.

It’s a little desperate, just needing him as close as she can get him — her hips rolling to meet his, trying to find a rhythm that works for both of them. The thump of the headboard, as soft as it is, is the only thing grounding her in reality. At some point his fingers go back to circling her clit harshly and she’s undone more of his buttons to kiss and bite where no one else can see. He whispers her name like a prayer — she thinks that’s almost enough to send her over the edge on its own.

“Say it again,” she pleads, her own voice barely above a whisper. “My— my name. Say it—”

“Daisy.” Ron groans into her neck, with a roll of his hips that leaves her gasping and biting her lip to suppress it, wrapping her arms and legs around him tighter. He’s kissing her neck and her cheek all over like he’s fighting back the urge to bite.

“God, right there Ron,” Daisy pants, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling slightly for him to lift his head, turning to look at him. She brings her mouth back to his as he repeats the motion. With each roll of his hips he swallows a noise that would otherwise get them caught.

When she finishes, it’s with a trembling sigh silenced by his lips and Ron quickly chases his own release after that. She muffles his groan with her lips again when he hits his release, and he falls onto her, spent, caging her body with his, both of them panting in the silence. Ron tilts his head to look at her, and she smiles at the flush on his face, the hair sticking to his forehead.

She leans forward to bump their noses. Ron chuckles.

“You’re unreal.”

“So I’ve been told.”

Ron quirks a brow, amused, pulling out and sitting on the edge of the bed to roll the condom off and dispose of it in the wastebin, tucking himself back into his pants, before running a hand up her calf. He stops at her bent knee, presses a kiss to it, then moves to grab her pants and underwear by the waistbands. She’s never felt prettier. Daisy finds herself grinning a bit at the bite marks littering the small portion of his exposed chest.

“By who? Lift up.” He asks. She lifts her hips, lets him slide her pants and underwear up and over.

“You. In Holland,” She moves a bit on the mattress to let him slide back into place. Ron grabs her, and shifts so they’re a tangle of limbs on the twin, and she’s practically half on top of him. She looks up at him, from her new spot on his chest. “You asked me if I was a dream.”

“Pretty fair question that night, I think,” he mutters, fingers grazing her cheek. “You were holding my hand. Put your jacket around me.”

“You were shivering.”

“Well,” he leans forward to kiss the crown of her head. “I’m not anymore.” Daisy smiles, heart swelling a bit as she looks over his face. She almost wishes she had a camera to capture it — the softness in his eyes, the content half-smile, the flush to his face. Beautiful. She doesn’t have a camera, so she opts for lifting a hand to drag her fingertips over his brow, down the bridge of his nose and over all his sharp edges, not missing the way his face seems to flush darker and he leans into it.

“Me neither,” she murmurs in agreement, staring at him for a few, long moments, biting her lip. “And I… meant what I said. About… this— us… not being a one time thing and I know we kind of talked about it outside but…” she takes a measured breath, sitting up a little straighter to look him in the eye. “I’m yours, Ron. I just… I wanted you to hear it.”

For a moment he says nothing, staring at her with that same sort of soft expression. Then he lifts a hand, tucking some of the strands of her hair back, and nodding once.

“I’ll take my time next time,” he says with a smirk, and before she has a chance to swat at him, he’s messing with the covers to get them both under them and coaxing her back onto his chest. “And… I like the sound of it. Mine. Us. Sounds about right.”

The statement makes her heart skip a beat, the way he says it so casually, and she has to remind herself that he’s been dealing with his feelings for a long while. She still smiles at that, wrapping her arms around his middle, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat against her ear.

Tomorrow, they would start the long ride home to Mourmelon, and there would be a mountain of things to face — the dead, the living, the wounded, letters from home, all which has snowballed since they set out for Bastogne in December. But if Ron’s arm wrapping around her and keeping her close is indicative of anything: she isn’t alone in the matter, and for tonight, that’s more than enough.

And for the first time in a long time, it’s a comfortable and inviting sleep that overtakes her, as his heartbeat lulls her into a sense of security she’s only ever known with him.

#fic // sad beautiful tragic #ronald speirs fic #ronald speirs x oc #ronald speirs smut #band of brothers oc #band of brothers fic #ron speirs x oc #ron speirs fic #hbo war oc #hbo war fic

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witchy-kittyy · 2 years

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Raiden head-canons and ideas no one asked for but I need to get my thoughts down.

-Raiden often visits the Emmerich home and brings stacks of really shitty movies with him that him and Sunny can mindlessly watch while sharing popcorn. Sunny always puts a ton of pillows on the floor and blankets so she can sit with Raiden on the floor since he refuses to sit on the couch because his frame is a bit too heavy and he doesn’t want to put a dent in it.

-when Sunny was young (MGS4 time) Raiden would let her just be as girly as she wanted with him, she’d braid his hair and stuff and he’d let her so she could at least have somewhat “normal” childhood memories too amongst all the fucked up stuff. During this time Raiden also manages to find Sunny pictures of Olga, so she could at least see what her mom looked like.

-During Raiden’s procedures during MGS4, Sunny would often climb onto the lil gurney bed with him so he wasn’t alone, she’d tell him all about her trials of cooking her eggs and get a lil sad that he couldn’t try them and tell her his opinion. But he’d smile and tell her the smelt delicious and he was a lil envious he couldn’t but that one day if he could, he’d like to. She’d often fall asleep against him, his bits of armor were cold but she didn’t mind, at least her savior and hero was there. And having Sunny there during this time was a big comfort to Raiden too.

-Post MGR, During a visit to the Emmerich home, Raiden asks Sunny to make him her famous eggs… saying he never backs out of a promise. She happily scurries off and returns with her Sunny side ups. They’re wonderful.

-Sometimes Raiden brings John around to the Emmerich home too, Pre-MGR before they moved to NZ. John and Sunny get along and Sunny is talking about codes and things that not even Raiden understands but John is enamored with it all. Post MGR lil John tells his dad he wants to get into Science or the Arts, he’s not sure which. Raiden supports whatever he wants so long as he doesn’t get into war, he doesn’t want his son to walk the same path he did.

-End of MGS4, once they return home as a family, Raiden gets himself and John wooden katanas, something sturdy and decent. No shitty plastic swords for his son. And they enjoy having mock sword fights out in the back yard while Rose watches. Raiden feigns defeat a lot, always collapsing in a very dramatic fashion onto the grass. There’s a lot of laughing, especially from Raiden.

-although he enjoys the mock sword fighting, sometimes when he watches from a distance as John plays, he can’t help but feel a sinking feeling in his gut as he pictures his younger self in John, one afternoon it gets a bit too real and Raiden collapses onto his knees, trying to calm himself down from an attack, John calls out to him and before long there’s small arms trying to wrap themselves around Raiden. He asks if his dad’s okay, to which Raiden replies that he is now, but he gives his son a tighter than usual hug. Maybe to unconsciously ask his son to never actually get into violence or to maybe just go back in time briefly and give his younger self a much needed piece of affection.

-Roses cooking is horrible, that’s canon. When Raiden is home in between ops he has a ton of rations stashed in that stealth-camo case for his blade that he generously shares with John when she’s insistent on cooking that night. The fact he can turn his taste receptors on and off at will is a godsend.

-Raiden’s a pretty decent cook tho, despite not needing to cook for such a long time. Between his trip to Alaska and learning scouting from that, he did pick up some techniques from the experience. He’s also a clean freak. Doesn’t really like clutter either, a very bare-minimum to live person, but its partially between his living conditions as a kid but also because of how he is with work, got to pack light. Rose on the other hand enjoys her mementos. Raiden doesn’t mind them if they’re important to her, he personally just doesn’t care for such things for himself. But he will admit it does make their house feel homey.

-Alt HC for his relationship, post-MGR, Raiden and Rose choose to get divorced, they still care for each other and Raiden still plays a big part in raising his son. It’s more so for safety reasons and that he wants Rose to be able to move on with someone who will at least be a constant in her life. Rose can never and will never truly understand whats going on in his mind, she’s never been on a battle field, Raiden needs someone like that. Enter a Samuel Rodrigues that didn’t die, that wound wasn’t fatal, he’s just a very good actor thanks to Wolf’s lying.

-Raiden hates being seen as weak and hates showing too much emotion and affection in front of Sam, before and after they start seeing each other. It takes a lot for him to finally break the walls down for Sam.

-^^^ Raiden is very princessy- he’s stuck up, cold and kind of an asshole in his early relationship with Sam. Sam is just a smug asshole who likes to poke at him and see what makes him tick. But he’s a lot more compassionate than Raiden in the beginning, even after Raiden lets his walls down.

-Post MGR, after doing whatever Raiden was doing, he returns to work for Maverick after everything died down. While the team at Maverick are his work colleagues, Raiden sees them as found family. and they feel the same way about him.

-Continuation of above, once he starts up at Maverick again that’s when Sam shows up, a very heated argument takes place, the two of them end up in the training room to brawl because Boris yelled at them to take it someplace else that WASN'T the briefing room.

-Synopsis of what my main fic is based around: Sam sees a completely different side of Raiden when they’re told their next op is protecting a VIP in Liberia. Raiden is completely stiff. Boris apologizing that he can’t spare someone else to take this mission, he only trusts Raiden with it. Raiden assures him that he’s okay with it. But something unexpected happens on the op, causing a chase, which neither Raiden or Sam could keep up with. Raiden encounters something that haunts his soul and he politely asks everyone back at HQ to turn their codec’s off and for Sam to give him a minute. Sam’s never heard Raiden break. And he never wants to hear him break like that ever again.

Update 1 additions:

-In continuation to the memento hc, Raiden keeps one. Snake’s SOCOM. He gets a custom holster made for his MGR body (like it was originally meant to have in MGSR), although he barely uses it, its there if needed but more so to keep a memory of his hero alive and with him since Snake most likely passed around the time MGR takes place.

-Raiden has a sweet tooth, although he doesn’t indulge in it often saying it loses its value if he does it too often, but he enjoys having the odd chocolate (milk or dark, preferably dark). On a bad night, after a nightmare, Sam handed him a cup of hot chocolate to warm him up and calm him down since coffee might not be the best thing at 3am. Since then that drink became his comfort drink of choice.

-Raiden has a few self-destructive “coping mechanisms” and tendencies brought on due to his PTSD. One being putting his life and body in harms way by engaging in risky activities as a means to numb and distract himself from dealing with the issue, another becoming increasingly distant and prone to outbursts of aggression to try push people out and away.

Update 2:

Raiden goes through about 2 bottles of conditioner a month. He conditions his hair every fucking morning, how else is he gonna keep it looking that silky and fluffy and so soft. Even though I doubt his hair grows anymore, because cyborg, and it’s most likely a wig but it still needs to be maintained.

Update 3:

-My guess for Raiden actually being born in Liberia (and Liberian despite the fact he would’ve never been acknowledged as a Liberian citizen officially) is that his actual father ended up marrying a Liberian woman. Just that Rai ended up getting all of his father’s features and none of his mothers, it’s entirely plausible and has happened as far as I’m aware.

-Raiden often has to deal with depersonalization /derealization, and just in general not feeling human. While being a cyborg doesn’t bother him on most days any more, some days it hits a bit hard, either with the stigma surrounding it while he’s just trying to do every day things or if he catches a glimpse of himself when he’s already not feeling great, it just sends him spiraling. Often he’ll just sit down and stare at nothing while going through the motions, often not realizing he’s being called, only really being brought back when someone touches him, but it either startles him or sometimes he doesn’t even register it. It’s another one of those things he seems to self-treat with sparring so he can make himself feel sensation, and that he can let his body run off of an “auto-pilot” like feeling, not really thinking about things, just doing.

Update 4:

-Raiden is incredibly harsh with himself, from other HC discussed above and in canon (for example his room being so bare, not allowing himself any sort of luxury), but he is very soft with others, especially children and animals. It’s in the way he’ll make himself smaller by kneeling down to their level, dropping his voice so its softer to not frighten, even in his combat body his touch is light and gentle.

-^^^ in addition to this with his relationship with Sam, after the walls had come down, he can still be cold but its more so due to the harshness he inflicts on himself, but every now and then his touch is very soft, it still surprises Sam sometimes just how soft he is capable of being, he wonders if Rose also thought the same when they were together.

-There are times where Raiden does completely come out of his shell for Sam, for a bit. Long enough for Sam to see Raiden being somewhat carefree. It comes when they watch movies together, although Sam isn’t one for them he enjoys seeing Raiden completely change when discussing movie trivia, it happens often when they play trivia games together the one night as a date. Although Raiden can be quite hotheaded and it can make him come off as a bit dim-witted, he’s actually incredibly knowledgeable, very intelligent and absolutely wipes the floor with Sam’s ego when it comes to trivia nights. But its so worth it to see how his face lights up when he gets to explain things he’s passionate about.

I think for now that’s everything I have in my mind. Might add more later as I think of things <3

#raiden #mgr raiden #raiden mgr #metal gear raiden #samuraiden #samuel rodrigues #jetstream sam #this was written more so that I can keep track of my ideas but I thought itd be fun to share them #rairose #some thoughts on the sears family cause raiden deserves happiness #Aven’s Ramblings

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Rise of the Blue Beetle!

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Batman: The Brave and the Bold (season 1, episode 1)

Let’s start with the opener for the episode.

The first voice line spoken in the entire season (and series as a whole) is said by Clock King. There is nothing wrong with this, of course, as he’ll be a reoccurring villain in the series. Though it’s an odd choice to open with an originally Green Arrow villain instead of a stereotypical Batman one like the Joker.

However, this makes more sense when we pan down to Arrow and Batman in a trap together. Both look mildly inconvenienced by this. Naturally they escape the trap while bickering. However Batman has a little mental monologue? Narration for the audience? Which goes as follows;

‘Sure, Green Arrow and I have our squabbles... but that’s because we go way back. As competitive as we are, the truth is we make each other better. And though I’d never tell this to his face... there’s no one else I’d rather have at my side in a tight jam than him.’

Straight away we know that this version of Batman isn’t a loner and actually cares deeply about his friends. Actually wanting to work with them over just working with them out of necessity.

And freeze frame into the intro. So far we know that Batman is friends with Green Arrow and Clock King is a villain in this universe. Not a bad opener for a kids show.

Speaking of the intro, part of it shows heroes in single colours. The order is as follows;

Etrigan the Demon

B'Wana Beast

Doctor Fate

Deadman

Fire

Red Tornado

Guy Gardner

Plastic Man

Bronze Tiger

Blue Beetle

Kamandi

Jonah Hex

All of these characters are seen in about 6 seconds and the expectation is that we’ll see them at some point in the season. (I won’t list the intro again unless it changes.)

And from the intro we go straight to posters that I can only assume are meant to be Easter eggs for future episodes. From what I remember about watching the series as a kid, it seems likely. Either that or being a superhero doesn’t pay the bills so they all sell merch in this universe.

Back to the plot though. We’re introduced to 2 teens talking about a hypothetical situation with Batman and Superman. Then they switch channels to the news, showing that Batman and Green Arrow are stopping Clock King. Once he’s defeated, we finally learn the names of the teens.

Paco (right) and Jaime (left). Jaime asks if Paco could ever see him as a hero up on a poster and Paco’s response is pretend to scan him, ‘detecting high levels of geek.’ Jaime is obviously hurt by this, but brushes it off as him just having to sleep. Personally I feel like Paco was kinda a jerk here, but moving on.

Batman shows up and when Jaime expresses sadness at his friend not believing he could be a hero states;

‘Secret-identity thing’s a bummer, huh?’

First off Batman just said bummer. Second, he just sympathised with Jaime rather than just being there to get him for the mission. This small bit of acknowledgement sets up Batman as more of a mentoring figure, instead of just a boss-like one.

Blue Beetle!

Oh and I should also mention that there’s a meteoroid heading straight towards a space station. On the way out of the atmosphere the pair have this conversation;

Blue Beetle: This is like a dream come true. Partners with Batman.

Batman: We’re not partners. Not yet at least.

Blue Beetle: I know. You teach. I learn.

Batman (inner thoughts): I’m here to learn something too. I could’ve asked Green Lantern to help me with this mission. But I wanna find out if Jaime has what it takes to be a hero.

Once again setting Batman up as more of a mentor.

Also Batman’s regular suit can just allow him to go to space. I guess this is a kids show and and understandably follows these rules.

Anyway, Jaime loses control of the suit. Batman asks if this happens often and we get a flashback to him trying to get a cat out of a tree. The suit clearly takes control in the flashback but Jaime says no to it happening often.

The suit opens a portal to another planet and both heroes go through it. Obviously the meteorite has not been dealt with. Where are the other heroes who can fix this? I refuse to believe that all of them are busy.

So there’s these little alien blob creatures getting attacked and abducted by these guys. One alien tries to fight back but is wounded. I assume this one will be important as they’re a different colour to the rest.

These two are awfully calm given that they’re lost on another planet with currently no way home. They get surrounded by the aliens and look at that, I was right, the one that’s a completely different colour is indeed important.

This one states that the ‘great one’ has once again returned to save their people. Beetle assumes that they mean Batman, but Batman looks at a statue of an alternate Beetle while saying that they’re not talking about him. Jaime is understandably shocked.

We then learn that Kanjar Ro is the name of their attacker and he wants to harvest their bodies for fuel. Kids shows in the 2000s did not mess around. There is mention of a previous encounter where the last Blue Beetle faced a gamma gong. All shudder before referring to their people as ‘Gibble.’

I will be referring to this character as P Gibble (short for Purple Gibble) unless a different name is given.

‘All hail the blue one!’

Jaime is being very polite despite having no idea what’s going on. Batman points out that it’s probably the scarab. He backpedals on saying the last host could’ve been killed after he realised that he scared Jaime.

‘Sidekick... why do you not bow?’

While Jaime tries to explain that Batman is the bigger hero, Batman just goes with it.

Playing the part of the sidekick and even bowing to Beetle.

Beetle doesn’t like this. Thinking the plan is bad given that he can’t even work his suit fully and doesn’t think he can save them.

A child handing him a drawing makes him change his mind. Speaking of which, why does the paper look the same as earth’s? Are there the equivalent of earth trees on this planet? It looked completely made of rocks earlier.

Batman realises that the Gibbles will be needed if they are to win this fight. Beetle manages to convince them with some minor encouragement from Batman.

I would also like to point out the closing statement;

Blue Beetle: ...and, um, you know, better to die on your feet... than live on your knees.

Batman: They don’t have knees.

This got a decent laugh out of me I must admit.

And the attack begins.

Then we get to see what Kanjar Ro is doing to the Gibble people. I have to point out that what looks like a pile of Gibble corpses is actually a pile of still alive Gibbles. They’re screaming in pain so we know that they’re alive. Thanks writers. This isn’t horrifying in the least.

From that we swiftly move onto the fight. The Gibbles go to find their kidnapped friends and Kanjar Ro initiates a fight with Jaime believing him to be the original Beetle he fought.

Jaime blasts Kanjar Ro into a console. The latter yanks a blaster off one of his men and just starts firing. He almost blasts Batman but Jaime defends him. Earning a ‘way to go kid’ from Batman.

From here we get some nice stylised action shots as Kanjar Ro is seemingly defeated. However while they’re celebrating it is revealed that Kanjar Ro is still in the fight.

Jaime lets the victory go to his head, giving the Gibbles a hypothetical situation between him and Kanjar Ro. Similar to the one he gave Paco at the start of the main plot.

An explosion in the ship’s deck reveals Kanjar Ro. Batman says he should take the lead but Jaime brushes him off to rush in.

This leads to him getting struck down by the gamma gong that was mentioned earlier. Black Beetle in young justice was also defeated with the same tactic, though there was no gong used.

Everyone is defeated. Jaime is taken by Kanjar Ro while Batman and the Gibbles are left as bait for... giant space squid leeches? That’s the best description I’ve got. Honestly.

I mean look at these things. What else could I describe them as? The most concerning thing here is that someone will want to smash these things. I know.

Anyway, Batman gets an arm free and punches the leech things. P Gibble wishes that they could find the power within that Blue Beetle spoke of. Batman responds by pluging a cable into them which makes them super-charged. Making P Gibble realize the power within.

Cut back to Kanjar Ro throwing water on Jaime. Given in the next shot he’s hitting the gong to try and vibrate the scarab off his back, I can only assume Jaime passed out from the pain and was woken back up with water.

Batman gets dropped off by the Gibbles. Takes out the guards and then hits Kanjar Ro into the gong which causes the scarab to jump off Jaime’s back. The gong is then bashed into his head by Kanjar Ro.

Kanjar Ro puts on the scarab and begins to fight Batman. Meanwhile, Jaime reflects on his arrogance and spits on a lever to escape. Picking up the gong on his way out.

Using the gong, Jaime removes the scarab from Kanjar Ro. He recovers it as Kanjar Ro reaches for a blaster on his calf. P Gibble blasts him twice before he can do anything.

The episode ends with the Gibbles thanking both heroes before they return in time to stop the meteoroid. With Batman’s final words being;

Batman (internally): Of course, that’s just a fancy way of saying “That’s weird.” But half the things I encounter on this job make no sense. Take this mission. I wanted to see if the kid had hero potential. Instead, I got to see him become one.

Batman: Ready, partner?

This ends the episode on a good note. Jaime finally gets to be Batman’s partner like he wanted to be at the start.

Overall I’d rate this episode a solid 8/10

#batman the brave and the bold #jaime reyes #blue beetle #dc #batman #kanjar ro #gibbles #green arrow #clock king #review #animation #nostaliga #dc cartoons

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Unnamed AU 2

Cherry doesn't like her voice, especially since it sounded off to her.

She is aware of what happened to her and it confuses her on how she should act which results in small fits of sadness which was mistaken for anger in the beginning.

Surprisingly, Leo was the first to understand and asked Donnie to help everyone learn sign.

Despite Mikey being Dr. Feelings, he couldn't get Cherry to open up as much as Donnie

Donnie, being emotionally constipated, understood better what his baby sister was going through

Cherry does love her family, but she also thinks about how she doesn't know them and barely have a chance to.

(She knows them, she's just overthinking)

During Draxum's redemption arc, she steered clear of him only willing to be with him so long as she wasn't alone.

Mikey has tried to get them alone but Donnie was usually there or Leo was on the phone with her.

It takes Splinter scolding Mikey and telling him to slow down for him to back off.

Michelangelo is still Splinter's favorite but he has always looked out for all his kids.

Mikey tries to teach Cherry how to cook, it's edible.

At first Mikey swore she hated him but he later Dr. Feelings himself and realized that he doesn't really hang out with her.

Cherry does get along with her family, April included, and has given each a ribbon

Cherry likes ribbons and stuff creatures

During the movie, Kraang decided to let her see her family attacking her.

This wasn't a problem unless someone was moving too much or upset.

Nobody found this out until Leo was scolding her for being reckless and approached her.

She knows her family won't hurt her but she couldn't stop the flinch.

She hid in Splinter's room for the rest of the day.

There are family chats monthly to find boundaries and stuff.

Splinter makes sure to have it written down somewhere in a book and a Lair wall. (Will post list eventually)

She's usually seen hanging from Leo's back, leaning on Donnie or holding Mikey's hand

She is still an Alligator Snapping Turtle so she's a bit taller than Mikey.

She and Casey actually do vigilante work, so long as they tell Splinter or Donnie when they went out.

Cherry's favorite stuffie is a giant pink bomb Donnie gave her, it has pockets and a hole where she can curl up in.

Leo gave her a fluffy unicorn that she cherishes as well.

Mikey gave her a teddy bear and some fabric, he promised to teach her how to sew and knit

Splinter gave her Mrs. Cuddles, which she was afraid of at first but she still loves it.

April gave her a membership to the local build a bear (I don't remember the name and I'm too lazy to look rn)

After the movie, Junior goes with Casey and Cherry during their vigilante time.

He realized just how unhinged they are.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt fandom #tmnt #au?#owl imagines #owl writes #girl Raph #unnamed AU

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The Adventures of Lil & Die

Part One | The Early Days

Pairing | Eddie Munson x OC (Lilith Calder)

Description | Eddie and Lil have been best friends since forever, this is a lil background on their upbringing

A/N | I’ve been sitting on this one for far too long, idk if I’ll write more of this story but at least wanted to get this part out there!

Every single resident of the Forest Hills Trailer Park in the small town of Hawkins Indiana knew that Lilith Calder and Eddie Munson were attached at the hip. Despite the two year age gap, the pair was nearly inseparable, and had formed a close friendship being the only two young kids in the trailer park during the late 60s.

Eddie was already toddling around in diapers when he came to live with his uncle in Forest Hills, the product of a broken marriage that had ended in tragedy, blissfully unaware of the pain and sadness that had surrounded his life up to that point. His father was locked away in a state prison, and the Indiana Department of Family Services had reached out to his brother for what was supposed to be a temporary placement. Temporary turned into permanent though when Wayne Munson first met his nephew Eddie. He quickly became enthralled with the kid and vowed to raise him as his own, despite having no previous intentions to ever start a family.

Wayne had just taken a job at the nearby plant and was working the daylight shift when Eddie came to live with him, meaning that until he could swap shifts, he had to find someone to watch the toddler during the daytime hours. It just so happened that around the same time, a young couple moved in next door, the Calders, Mary and Hank. And while He’d initially brushed them off as a couple of low-life hippies, with their colorful clothes and anti-war sentiments, he soon realized that the young woman was a housewife, and the two were already well on their way to starting a family of their own.

“You wouldn't have to pay, it would actually be great practice for me” the woman had said when Wayne approached her about watching Eddie while he was at work, “we’ve got a little bun in the oven ourselves and my husband says I better learn real quick how to take care of babies before our little one comes along.” She’d said with a toothy smile as she rubbed her belly softly. Wayne guessed she was about 20 years old, practically still a child herself, but he wasn’t in a position to judge, not when he needed the help.

Luckily, Eddie was still too young and unaware during that time to remember what had happened with his parents or coming to live with his uncle. He certainly hadn’t been aware that the nice lady who babysat him while Uncle Wayne was at work was pregnant (or what being pregnant even meant) until he had to share the spare room during nap time with a screaming infant named Lilith.

Safe to say, Eddie didn’t love Lilith at first. In fact, he thought she was pretty boring for the first year or so when she couldn’t do anything but babble and roll around. As time went on though, Eddie grew more and more excited to see his little best friend every day. When she started to crawl, Eddie was intrigued. Her first word? Eddie still swears up and down that it was his name. And when she finally learned to walk, it was game over for Forest Hills.

For years the two would run rampant from dawn until dusk, chattering in their own secret language and playing games that only they knew the rules to. Mrs. Calder only had two rules for the children that were easy enough to remember and simple enough to follow.

Rule number one was not to leave the trailer park. In the early days, this rule needed no further elaboration; but as the years went on, Lilith and Eddie learned how to get creative in bending the rules. Three sides of the trailer park had clearly defined boundaries, but the last side was a bit of an undefined gray area. Eddie argued that the west side of the neighborhood where the trailer park faded off into woods couldn’t be considered a boundary for the kids, since there wasn’t a fence or a road like the other sides. So technically, going into the woods could be considered “staying in the trailer park”. Mrs. Calder didn’t buy that argument, and in no time an amendment was added. The creek that trickled through the woods just 20 yards away from the tree line became the fourth boundary, allowing the kids freedom to play in the woods but not so much freedom that they could wander away and become lost and disoriented in the forest.

Rule number two was that they had to come home before it got dark. In the winter, rule two was easy for them to follow. With the cold temperatures and the sun setting earlier and earlier, the kids more often than not ended up causing a ruckus inside the house; but the summertime was a different story. Lilith’s mom had to get creative with reminding them when to come home, and that also meant drilling into the kids' heads what their pseudo curfew was.

The two youngsters would be clamoring to leave the house, bouncing off the walls when she would start the phrase, “When the lightning bugs come on…” she stated, trailing off for the kids to finish, “we come home” they would reply monotonously, awaiting the green light allowing them to go play. Mrs. Calder would then nod and wave her hand, and the two would explode out of the house, busting the trailer door open and running off on their next adventure.

The two were never apart for more than a few hours at a time until it was time for Eddie to start school. Lilith didn’t really realize what it meant when Eddie started all day school, she’d been upset enough when he’d started half-day kindergarten the past fall, but when her mom sat her down and explained that Eddie would be taking the bus to school for eight hours a day, Lil was pissed. “Why can’t I go to school with Eddie?!” She’d cried, letting up only when Eddie patted her head gently and promised her that he’d remember everything as best he could and teach her himself when he got home.

That seemed to calm Lil enough, and eventually, she started looking forward to Eddie going off to school, because it meant that she got to learn something new as well. Every day when the bus would stop at the entrance to Forest Hills, she would be waiting, sitting atop the Large rock that denoted the entrance, swirling in dust with a grin from ear to ear. Eddie would clamor down the steps and run to her, throwing his arms around his best friend as they made their way up the gravel road towards the neighborhood.

Despite his future struggles with academics, Eddie followed through with his idea to play teacher in those early days. He even stole stacks of construction paper and various colorful crayons to bring home and play school with Lil. They’d set up shop on one of the half rotted picnic tables left by previous residents and Eddie would regale stories of first grade and the entire school experience to his best friend, teaching her everything he’d learned that day.

Lil’s nickname had come from Eddie not being able to say ‘-th’ correctly when she was first born. Somehow the letters would get jumbled in his mouth and he’d say Lilif instead of Lilith, so it was just easier all around for Eddie to call her Lil. It was Eddie’s tutelage however, that led to Lil’s special nickname for him.

Like many other afternoons, the two had settled on the same side of an old faded picnic table, with Eddie firmly gripping a red crayon and drawing out all of the letters he’d learned at school that week. His small hands weren’t the steadiest, but he tried his best, pink tongue pressed between his lips in concentration as he worked to get each letter perfect.

“See?” He asked as he pointed to his newfound penmanship, “E-D-D-I-E” he spelled out each individual letter making up his name and then smiling down at tiny Lil who was taking it all in, “do you know what those letters spell?” He asked, grinning as he mimicked his teacher's authoritative voice, Lil gave a tiny shake of the head indicating ‘no’ and Eddie continued, “remember how I told you to sound it out?” Eddie asked as Lil looked up at him and nodded fervently, “Okay now you sound it out for me!”

The little girl spent a few minutes looking over the word spelled out in front of her before she attempted to sound it out, “EH-DIE” Lil pronounced slowly, her brows furrowed as her eyes passed over each letter and then turned to meet his little brown eyes for approval, “no no, Lil, you say EH-DEE, not DIE” the boy explained, pointing to each letter as if it would explain it more clearly.

“But it’s spelled like Die!” She argued back, arms crossing over her chest before she pointed with her teeny fingers to the last three letters. Eddie considered this for a few seconds before nodding and shrugging his shoulder, “but everyone says it like Ed-dee” He reasoned with her, his little unruly curls shaking slightly as he looked over the letters and considered this new revelation.

“I’m still gonna call you Die though!” Lil said, giggling as she stood up on the bench and hopped down with both feet and started across the yard before turning back and motioning for the boy to follow, “c’mon Die let’s go to the creek and catch tadpoles!!” She shrieked as the boy jumped up to follow.

From then on out, it was the adventures of Lil & Die.

Lil’s first day of school had been…less than stellar. She and Die were overjoyed to finally be school mates, bouncing around the bus stop, babbling and chattering non-stop for weeks in excitement. Mary Calder had been a wreck, insisting that Eddie hold her hand all the way to and from school, only leaving Lil to go to his own classroom.

As far as Eddie knew, everything had been normal until he met Lil on the bus after school, her knees pulled up to her chest and head resting against the window longingly. By the time they arrived home, Lil was a puddle of tears as Eddie guided her by the hand up the stairs to her trailer. Mary swung the door open and ushered the two inside, bewildered by her daughter’s tears after the sheer excitement she’d displayed just a few hours ago.

The little girl was inconsolable, and Eddie remained glued to her side, still holding her hand as if he’d never dropped it. “She said they weren’t allowed to have snack time this afternoon” he said, shrugging his shoulders, “I think she’s just tired, you don’t get nap time anymore either…” Eddie added, extracting his hand from Lil’s to pat her on the back. Mary nodded, kissing her daughter's head before whisking away to the kitchen to grab the kids a snack, thankful that Lil would always have Die to lean on.

A few years later, when he was in 4th grade, Eddie fell off the monkey bars at recess and broke his arm in three places. Lil sat with him on the ground and wiped his tears away until the grown-ups called 911, and even got to ride with him and the school nurse to Hawkins Memorial in the back of the ambulance. She’d held his good hand and talked his ear off the whole way, successfully distracting him from the pain until they made it to the emergency room.

Lil couldn’t help but cry into the arms of the school nurse when she’d heard her best friend screaming down the hall as the doctor reset the broken bones and put him in a cast. She’d been so distraught and worried for Eddie that as soon as he was released from the hospital, Lil designated herself as his own personal nurse, fluffing pillows everywhere he went and bringing him endless popsicles from the icebox even though his legs worked perfectly fine.

For years, Eddie maintained that he only cried because he realized he wouldn’t be able to have his guitar lessons until he got the cast off. It was only after the arm had healed and the cast was off that he realized the still wonky joints in his wrist and elbow allowed him to “shred harder than Hendrix” as he would often say.

In the fall of ‘77, Hank Calder was driving home from a late night shift at the plant and fell asleep at the wheel, wrapping his Wagoneer around a telephone pole a half mile from Forest Hills. The crash knocked the power out at the park for a whole week, but his death knocked the life out of Lil’s mom for years.

Lil and Die were known for their run-on sleepovers, going back and forth between the two trailers for days on end, but the months after Lil’s dad died had been their longest consecutive sleepover to date. Lil’s mom didn’t get out of bed for what felt like weeks, so Lil stayed with Eddie and Wayne until her mother got back on her feet.

Unsurprisingly, Eddie never left Lil’s side during the whole ordeal, letting her cry, and making silly faces or cracking jokes to cheer her up as much as possible afterwards. He’d sat in the front row next to her during the funeral service, and even got to help throw dirt on the casket, even though the idea that Lil’s dad’s body was in there had given him serious heebie-jeebies and nightmares for a week.

In fact, Eddie had been terrified of death following Hank’s untimely demise. The idea that anyone could die at any point, suddenly and without notice overcame him with sadness. The wails and screams of Lil and her mom haunted his nightmares. And the idea of dead, lifeless bodies made him positively sick.

Lil had the complete opposite reaction, her father‘s death made her that much more interested in the idea of death in the afterlife. One of her parents' old hippie friends had told her at the funeral that the separation between this life and the next was so thin, that sometimes one spilled over into the other. She started reading books about ghosts and reincarnation, even suggesting that maybe her dad was still around, just trying to gather up enough energy to reach her from the beyond.

His best friend’s sudden obsession with the afterlife freaked Eddie the hell out, his Uncle had said it was a normal response to the death of her father, and he prayed that it was a phase that she would get over quickly. Much to his dismay, she didn’t. She’d asked for a ouija board as a birthday gift the next year, and she’d even been flagged at the Hawkins library for checking out too many books on the occult. But because Eddie loved her, he never said a single word about it.

Lil’s dad’s death also meant that her mom had to go back to work. She had been studying to be a nurse before she married Hank, so a couple months after the funeral, when Lil pointed out that a stack of past-due notices had arrived in the mailbox, she pulled herself out of bed and went down to Hawkins Memorial to ask for a job.

A year later, Lil’s mom was working a late night shift in the ER when Lou came in; and even though it seemed like the remaining members of the Calder family had hit rock bottom, things just went further downhill from there.

Lou was a drifter, he’d been working at a warehouse outside of town for an hourly pay when he’d been struck in the head with a wayward pipe, forcing management to send him to the hospital to get checked out. He seemed nice enough, but he didn’t have any family in the area, so when the time came to discharge him, Mary Calder was sweet enough to invite him back to her place so she could keep an eye on him overnight.

He never left.

In truth, Lil’s mom was lonely. That’s all it boiled down to. She had been with Hank for over a decade, and the sudden loss of her partner and best friend was crippling. Lou was a poor substitute for her late-husband, but he made Mary laugh for the first time in what felt like forever, and he didn’t put up too much of a fuss about her having a kid, so she let him stick around.

Lil had tried to be open and understanding about her mom’s new friend, really she had. She’d been sweet and friendly with him, asking about his job and his life, but after a few weeks of him hogging the couch, bumbling around the trailer in his skivvies, and drinking away her mom’s paychecks, Lil was ready for him to go back to whatever hole he’d crawled out of.

A month after he showed up, Lil was headed out the door to meet up with Die on a Friday afternoon when Mary stopped her short. “Lilith dear, be home in time for dinner this evening” she’d asked pleasantly, nodding to Lou on the couch, “we’re all going to sit down and have dinner together” the man grumbled, “s’important for families to have meals together”.

Lil rolled her eyes, turning back to her mother with her arms folded across her chest, “Mom it’s a Friday, you know me ‘n Die go to the movies on Friday nights!” She whined, unsure of her mom’s sudden urge to act like a family with this lazy son of a you-know-what. “You'll have plenty of other fridays sweetheart” Mary cooed, “but tonight you’re gonna be home in time for dinner, Eddie can eat here if he wants.” She said, effectively putting her foot down.

Eddie was understandably miffed about the movies, The Hawk was doing a special showing of Halloween that he was particularly excited to sneak into, but he agreed to have dinner at the Calder’s if for nothing else than to keep an eye on Lil around that creep Lou.

“So uh, Eddie,” The sweaty man grumbled, “why you hangin’ out with this little girl here? Don’t ya got any friends your own age?” He asked gruffly, pushing his food around his plate sloppily.

“Die is my best friend” Lil reminded him, reaching for her glass as she sighed in annoyance and shot Eddie a look. “No no, I know that,” Lou shot back, “but it’s weird for a boy of his age to be hanging out with a young girl like you” he said, pointing his fork at Eddie as he chewed and spoke at the same time. Lil was disgusted and her face showed it, looking to her mom for help. “Now Lou, of course Eddie has friends his own age, but he and Lilith have been best pals since she was born, nothing strange about it” she asserted, dabbing the corners of her mouth politely and patting Eddie’s hand on the table. The boy forced a grin and a terse nod, shifting his eyes back to his plate in an attempt to get the topic of conversation off of him.

“You just can’t be too careful!” Lou said with alarm, holding his hands up, fork still clasped between his fingers. “Young girl ought to have a strong father figure around to protect her from wily boys who intend to do her harm.” He shrugged as if it was the most innocent thing in the world to worry about Lil’s virtue.

Lil couldn’t take another second of his drunken soliloquy, “I have a dad!” She shouted, standing up and pushing her chair back from the table with enough force to knock it over, “and you will never be a fucking father figure to me!” She let out as she pointed a finger at Lou and then ran to the door, despite her mother’s angry insistence that she come back and apologize.

Ten minutes later, Eddie found her exactly where he’d expected, sitting on their rock by the creek, legs pulled up to her chest and her head resting on her knees.

“So…we fucking hate him right?” Eddie asked, making sure to enunciate the curse word Lil had let fly at the dinner table as he climbed up onto the rock and scooched his body right up next to hers.

Lil sniffled, choking out a laugh and nodding, “we hate him so fucking much.” She was sure her mother would wash her mouth out with soap when she got home for her nasty language, but the word had just felt so right coming out of her mouth at that moment, it was almost worth it.

“We’ve got maybe another 10 or 15 minutes until they send out a search party, Lil” Eddie sighed, wrapping his arm around Lil’s small frame when he noticed her shivering. “I can’t go back there Die, can I stay at your house tonight?” The girl whispered, nuzzling her face into his hooded sweatshirt and sliding her arms through the front pocket.

“You know you don’t have to ask” Eddie whispered back, moving his hand up to stroke her hair softly as they sat in the silence of the woods. Eventually though, they heard Mary calling out for the kids to come inside, and despite her insistence otherwise, Eddie eventually coaxed her out of the woods and back to the trailer park.

Three months later, and Lou was still firmly ingrained as a part of the Calder ladies' lives, except he was no longer sleeping on the couch and had moved into Mary’s room, meaning Lil was spending more time at the Munson’s than at her own house.

A few weeks after New Years, Mary and Lou sat Lil down after school and broke the news. Since Lou had made such a ‘miraculous’ recovery, (that was the actual word her mother had used, which just about made Lil roll her eyeballs out of her skull), he had gotten a job working for a commercial fishing company In Connecticut.

At first, Lil’s heart soared, Connecticut must be at least a thousand miles away from Hawkins! She would finally be rid of this slimeball for good! Lil smiled and nodded at her mothers explanation, offering Lou her heartfelt congratulations, when Mary cocked her head and furrowed her brow. “Lilith sweetheart, we’re telling you this because we’re going with Lou to support him in his new job.”

It really shouldn’t have been all that surprising when Lil burst out into hysterics, “No!” it sounded so far away to her own ears, as if she was in another room, “what about Die?!” She screamed, shooting up out of her seat and making her way to the door, “He’ll be going off to high school next year anyway!” She heard her mother plead weakly as she flung the trailer door open and ran out. “Maybe then he’ll find a girl his own age to fool around with” Lou had grumbled, but Lil didn’t hear it, because she was already flinging The Munson’s door open and running straight for Eddie’s room.

Being a few years older meant that Eddie saw himself as Lil’s protector, so for as long as he could remember, he’d taken it upon himself to watch over her. When Eddie was in 5th grade, Jason Carver called Lil ‘trailer trash’ on the playground, getting all of the other little 3rd grade assholes to chime in and chant it loudly as they followed her around.

Eddie had been suspended for three days because after recess when he confronted Jason about it, he’d ‘chosen violence over talking it out’ as the principal had told his Uncle. What the principal didn’t know however, is that as they walked out of the school, Wayne Munson had clapped his nephew on the back and told him that he’d done the right thing in sticking up for Lil.

So you can only imagine his reaction when Lil came bursting into the trailer, face red and wailing as tears streamed down her face. Eddie was ready to kill whomever had hurt his best friend, but his rage turned quickly to helplessness once Lil had regained her composure and explained through shaky breaths what exactly was going on.

Lil and Die were understandably heartbroken. After two miserable years apart when Eddie went off to Hawkins Middle, they had finally been reunited that fall when Lil started sixth grade and could finally see each other nearly all day every day again. They rode the bus together, walked to and from every class together, sat at the same lunch table, and shared the same friends.

“Die please, please they’re trying to take me with them!” She’d wailed, “we’ll run away, we just have to make it past the creek Eddie, we just have to make it past the creek and then we’ll be in the clear” she begged and sputtered, eyes darting around wildly while the rest of her body shook like a leaf.

But Eddie knew better, Winter had settled early in Hawkins that year, and he knew they likely wouldn't make it past the creek before they froze to death in their threadbare winter clothes. Running away simply wasn’t the answer, so instead he devised another plan, to hide Lil. It was the best his middle school brain could conjure and it was severely under planned, because 36 hours later Lou came banging on the metal door of the Munson’s trailer; and even though no one answered, the man let himself in and made a beeline to their hiding spot, dragging Lil out from under the bed out by her ankles, ignoring her and Eddie’s screams.

Eddie had tried to fight Lil’s soon-to-be Stepdad the same way he’d done with Jason Carver, puffing his chest out and swinging his fists around, but the 8th grader was no match for the burly middle-aged man; and he’d ended up on the ground in the snow with a bloody nose as Lou manhandled and shoved a distraught Lil into the rundown pickup truck that was already chock-full and ready to go.

Despite the woozy, aching feeling behind his eyes after taking one of Lou’s fists to the face, Eddie had chased the truck all the way down the gravel drive to the main road before he lost sight of it. His last glimpse of Lil was her tear stained face screaming silently behind the window as her fists banged the glass.

The two had been so insistent that their hideaway plan would work, that they never even discussed what would happen if it didn’t. Eddie hadn’t gotten Lil‘s new address or a phone number, meaning he had absolutely no way of contacting his best friend.

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Child!reader being adopted by spy x family characters Pt. 2

As I said in the previous part, these adoption headcanons are really specific, including your hypothetical pronouns and name; these two are extra so you can imagine yourself with your name and desired gender. You can ask for less specific headcanons if you want too. Part 1 here

Enjoy!

Sylvia Sherwood

How you met

She carries the responsibility of WISE, she needs to be committed to it. More than ever now that the peace was threatened every day by those who wanted war to arise again

She missed her family, but she overcame it. Just like the HQ she had to be impenetrable

At least, that's what she thought

Because right in front of her there was the question which answers she wanted to hear. A kid.

It would be normal to see one if she wasn't at the HQ

It didn't help no one knew there was a kid there until you spoke up

The camera system didn't record you and there wasn't any entrance to the agency that had been forced. You weren't any employee's kid either

After scolding them and order to search your parents she met you again

"Hello little one. May I ask you how did you get in here?"

You smiled, seeming to have been waiting her to ask

"Because I like to play and explore! And I'm really good at hide and seek"

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. No matter how well someone was good at hiding there was no way you could break into the HQ; it sounded surrealistic

"But how did you find this place?"

"Because it was easy to find"

"Don't you think you could end bad breaking into unknown places?"

"If I don't know what isthis place how I'd know that?"

Fair enough

That conversation wasn't going anywhere, yet she was angrier with the security staff than you. You didn't look worried though

You gave her an idea

"Do you want to play with me?"

Both entered in the nearest police station, she talked with the officers before telling you to count until 1000 while she was going to hide. You started the count facing a wall

She felt bad, but there were some traffickers she had to catch before they made the exchange

She was following their car; everything fine until she believed to see a small hand greeting her from the car's trunk

She returned to the police station to find out that moments later of her departure you disappeared without anyone realizing. She went to the point where the delivery would be made

Outside the abandoned warehouse there was no signal that you were there until she saw you getting out from under the car on the other side

Something caused a shooting that would make the police come and caught her at any moment. The bands kept shooting at each other while you were behind a transport container

"What were you thinking?! I told you to stay with the police!"

"I'm sorry, I counted until I know, then I saw you following the car, so I followed too. But before they caught me I hid in there...I'm sorry..." You pulled out a walkie-talkie

"I got two from the police station. I left one in there so the others thought the guys of that car were betraying them, it should have worked to scape with no bad guys seeing us"

She was impressed. However, there was no time to ask where you learn that from

Analyzing the situation the principal scape was blocked, fortunately they hadn't noticed you yet so–

You pulled her shirt, pointing somewhere else

"Let's get out"

General headcanons

Sylvia was still surprised that your plan of exiting through a rear window she hadn't seen and walk away without hurry could work

She stopped walking to watch you smash the walkie-talkie and take out some matches to burn it

"Now they can't find footprints!"

The police may not get answers about it but she had many questions for you

She lied to you about the HQ, after the shooting her lie was on the floor. Thenceforth Sylvia's not able to tell if you were playing along and keeping her secret or you have no idea what's all about

You thought her name was Handler. When you knew she was called Sylvia Sherwood you pointed your hoody logo and say "S of Super, you're superman–Superwoman!"

That's how she begun to be mistaken with an endearing mother and her son. She was superwoman and you "kid", because you said that's how you were called, along with child, shrimp, demon...

"That's unacceptable". She handed you lists of names to choose, unfortunately no one convinced you

It wasn't until you two went to a jewelry store that you found the name

The casual way you break in HQ when you want still frustrates her, how do you do it?? You don't see big deal though

Fullmetal lady didn't remember how tough was motherhood

Anyone would freak out if they found out about spies. Yet there you are, admiring flying guys in underpants

Sylvia asked you about your family, but you always tell the same: you lived with dad until he left you with a woman that he said was your mom

The Handler found out your father is a repeat offender, currently on a maximum security prison in another country. Both him and the woman without offspring legally

"Please, don't tell me one of his criminal records is jailbreaking"

The informant doubted "Actually, that's the main one"

"..."

The Forgers

Scenario where it's up to both of them to adopt you. To keep Loid's mental sanity safe it will be independent of the timeline where Yor has a kid on her own, feel free to imagine both kids being Anya's siblings at the same time. You can ask me to include that idea if I write more about this

How you met

As I said before Twilight wouldn't adopt anyone due his job, only one kid for Operation Strix and that was Anya. For now Yor didn't want more kids, she loves Anya and that's enough for them

Not for Anya. She wanted a little sibling

All started talking with Becky when Damian mentioned his brother. Back at home she brought the topic and neither Pa or Ma were giving her an answer of where babies come from

That's when she begun to feel like being a sister. Any plan helped her to convince her parents though

Anya remembered something Mr Henderson told them. "If you want something, take it into your own hands"

And she took it too seriously

Next day Anya and Bond disappeared, she was in the dogs park with Yor

While Mrs Forger panicked Anya had returned to the place she met Twilight

As the time passed the Forgers worried more. When they found Anya and Bond at their building's door they felt relieved

Your presence didn't make things better

They asked Anya where she had been and where did you come from. She said she adopted you

Of course Anya wasn't going to say she broke into an orphanage and took you

Loid's scolding made you cry

"Anya, we aren't adopting–"

"If she's not my sister I won't go to school ever again!!"

"Just for a trial period" that's what Loid hoped

General headcanons

Loid thought babies were easy because it's unnecessary (more impossible) communication with a living being that can't talk; after all babies only have basic needs. He was wrong

It would be easier if you could talk. Why are you crying? You have eaten! Are you sad? Cold? You dislike him?

Yor is not better either. Because her parents died when Yuri was a kid Yor didn't have experience with changing diapers, or anything related with babies

She was more scared than Loid to the point she didn't want to hold you. She broke Yuri's ribs with a hug when he was a toddler, what if she kills you with few contact?

In less than 24 hours you already had a crib and all kinds of things a baby would need. However, having three bedrooms and parents sleeping in separate rooms meant all your things ended in Anya's room

You cried at night until they discovered you calmed down when Anya let you a plushie to hug

She can't wait for the day pa and ma share bed to take back her bedroom

The second night Anya had an idea

Ma is scared of being your mom, solution? Leave you in her bed while Yor is asleep imagining that would work

Thanks God Yor doesn't move much when sleeping. On the other hand Yor is a light sleeper due not being used to sleep with someone so she woke up minutes later

She almost jump out of the bed, realizing that would make you cry made her contain. You groaned, did she wake you up? Yor wasn't sure of holding you, instead she laid down again and approached you to her chest

Seeing you so peaceful by her side melted her, thinking about it you looked a bit like her and Loid.. She blushed at the embarrassing thought

Bold of them to not imagine that's why Anya chose you

In the morning Loid discovered what happened and had a little words with Anya during breakfast before she went to school

Yor went to work and he decided to take a day off from his work to spend the morning with you. The Handler said the first days you should see them to recognize faces

Walks with Bond, buying toys, trying to teach you sign language...Normal stuff

Loid is glad you don't do anything but sleep and eat, except your obsession with munching. When you first kissed Yor he found it normal until you munched her cheek and now you do that to everyone; probably you're teething

Yor found it really cute, but you shouldn't go kissing and chewing cheeks. Anya thinks is funny just don't try to chew her hair again please

Another problem came with names. Loid was going through a list of 850 names in alphabetical order, meanings included; Yor didn't take it to the extreme

"Hum, what about Rose? I think it's a cute name, I mean it's both decision and I'm not good with names Loid–"

Welcome to the family Rose

A spy, an assassin, a telepath and... Well, a baby. Seems like a good mix

Yor Briar

As we know Twilight only would adopt for Operation Strix's sake. Yor became mother by marrying Loid, but what if she had already a kid before being Mrs Forger?

Inspired by this post of @say-seira

How you met

Long ago before Twilight adopted the identity of Loid Forger, the Briars moved to a flat in Berlint

While the eldest sibling had recently become an adult Yuri was only a kid, Yor decided to move to the city so he had nearer his school. It was possible due her proper salary as Thorn Princess

This change would make her job easier too. She had a new client which death could pay Yuri's entrance to a good university

There was a politician who negotiated with terrorists, helping them to get into Ostania and providing them with weapons in exchange to gain good propaganda abroad and getting rid of competition

Knowing this was enough to make Yor's blood boil. He deserved to die, she was sure of it

Struggling with the security around him, Yor finally killed the target without leaving trace

The only inconvenience was a bad injury made by a bullet that she received. After removing the bullet the wound got worse

She went to the hospital to avoid an infection. In the waiting room she met a kind lady, Yor swore that she had seen her before

The woman was scared, but Yor reassured her she will wait her

While Yor was attended the girl was taken to another room. As she promised, Yor waited in the hall after her wound was treated; with a buttoned medical gown on because she didn't want to attract more attention due the bandaged wound in sight

Time passed and many people enter and exit from the room, but she didn't. A nurse carrying something mistook her for one of the staff and scolded her for standing there

"Here, take the baby to the nursery"

"Me? But— wait! What about the woman? Is she okay?"

From afar she heard the answer, but before Yor could explain the error the woman had left. She was shocked, how? She seemed fine

Against her will the dark-haired looked at the lump she was holding: rosy cheeks babbling in dreams, you were in peace

Her shock grew when she saw you shared the username that the man she killed had. That's why the woman was familiar: she was the politician's daughter

Yor searched someone who hand the baby when she recognized the doctor that guided the woman to the room, he was talking with a masked nurse

The fact they went to a private place and maintained their voices low made her suspect

"Did you take care of the mother?" the nurse asked

"Yes, they got ahead of us with her father but I think they will pay us anyway. When they found it was a medical negligence we'll be far from here"

Yor understood they were assassins as well, probably paid by a rival. Luckily they hadn't seen her yet

"Heh, do you they will pay more if we got rid of the baby?"

Yor left the hospital with you, unsure of what to do. Did you have more relatives? The widowed politician didn't have more kids, and your mother came alone. What if they wanted to kill the rest of the family?

A small hand grabbed hers, and every fear disappeared. Looking at each other, she knew you were safer with her. Perhaps it was only guilt or sympathy, but she would try

General headcanons

The moment Yuri saw Yor holding you was in disbelief. Yor said she found you in the streets and he believed it

At first he tried to convince her sister to leave you in a orphanage but once scolding was enough to cease

Still disliking you for the first months. It took some time until he saw you like one of his family

Yuri helped, although they had a rough time because you refused to eat Yor's purees. Your endurance might grew up to make you the only person who can eat her food without bleeding but it doesn't mean you like its flavor

She viewed you as a sibling until you were two, being called mom made Yor too happy to correct you. Yuri was just Yuri, you never feel like using formalities with him or addressing "Uncle" everytime you talked

Yor decided to let your belongings, it was better that way. When you were older, and only if you wanted, she would tell you the truth

She's bad with names, Rose was the only name she could think of but you're a boy. Yor's parents loved that Yuri and her had matching names, therefore you would be the sweet addition to it

The only name I could think of is Yuu because it's gender neutral and means "you" sorry

During the first year of your life she didn't try to hide the blood of her clothes from you. Yuri never suspected either and you wouldn't remember it when you grow up

Your lack of childhood amnesia was something she didn't have in count. Not that she knows you know anyway

Yor has been training you since you were able to walk, if she wasn't there when you needed at least you would be ready to defend yourself. Proud to say you're her strong boy

That said, if the assassins that tried to killed you found were you lived it's something you ignore. Being the protective mother Yor is they could be dead by now

Six years later, it was still Yor and you against the world, with Yuri being the only paternal figure you had. Before one day she met a man and everything changed

She said he will help her by accompanying her to a party so Yuri stopped worrying about her. She said it would be one night, and the next morning you woke up with Yor waiting to talk with you

In part she accepted because of you; you passed the Eden exam before knowing you needed a dad for it. That requisite seemed stupid for you, as you reassured her you could go to any other school; now you would be accepted into the best school!

You agreed and started packing. What else you could do? The decision was made before you were asked anyway, and you didn't want to argue with your mom because she was doing it for your future too

Of course it affected you. No matter how nice they were it was a huge change; in one day you had to move to a new place which didn't feel like home and live with strangers who you'll have to share mom with isn't easy

Anya was nervous too, but for different reasons. She was so excited to meet her soon-to-be sibling! For her, who was an orphan last week, having a pa, a ma and a friend to play with was great

Her expectations went down when she read your mind. You didn't think bad of them, but excited wasn't the word to describe your emotional state either

Loid may not be good at understanding children, but it was clear for him you wasn't comfortable. For him would be weirder if you didn't seem affected at all

On the contrary, Yor seemed cool with all of this to you. Even without any idea of how to be a wife or mother for Anya she enjoyed her time as Forger, which confused you a bit

Yor is happier, not only because she didn't have to worry about the SSS or Yuri anymore. They make her happier, it's just matter of time she could fall for Loid and have a baby that was her own, real kid

Being sure Yor loves you and your new family want you to feel welcomed doesn't make disappear the feelings you carry with. Still, if mom is happy you prefer to keep it to yourself and try to maker her smile too

If it wasn't because Yuri hates the idea of her sister hiding her marriage for a year and sympathized your situation he would have laughed at the irony when you told him during your uncle-nephew walk the next day of his meeting with "Loiloi"

He doesn't know they got married before you attended school so he assumed you had been holding it for a long time. He passed his fingers through your hair

"I understand it's difficult, but I'll be for you whenever you need me"

+ Honorable mention to compensate you for the mild ansgt without warning

Daybreak

We don't know much about him but I included this dork for fun

Thinking about "Daybreak" and "parenthood" makes anyone's mind stopped working

Mainly because it's difficult to say which one would be the child

Not "How you met headcanons" because he wouldn't be able to adopt to begin with

From what we saw in chapter 27 he seems to live alone, depending on his amazing spy career to afford pork steak for dinner. So he must not live too good given that after his first mission he was fired

If he had a child, it would be likely because of a previous relationship he had and didn't end well

He didn't adopt you. You're his biological kid, the only not adopted of this gang

Sorry we can't choose our family good luck ig

Not necessarily ended bad, even remaining as friends, your mother took a different path and is happily married with another man

If she knew he wanted to be a spy either thought "it's a joke" or *sigh*

She was who brought money in the relationship, now you live with her and your step-dad but at the beginning you didn't want to

Daybreak talked with you and promised you could visit each other and even live with him when he could afford it

They don't get it

Who would take care of him? The idea of living on his own was frightening to you

Imagine being father and is your kid who worries about whether pops know how to pay taxes without mom

You took after him in terms of appearance. Any signal of intelligence was from your mother

Average smart but surely smarter than him

Probably he thanked God that you were a boy. He will love whatever you are but he was relieved of saving himself of buying female products when you were on that time of the month and guide you through puberty

As much as he says to be a charming man he's not good with women either so

Your name is Sunny. Guess who chose it

Probably you see him more on weekends than during the week

Until you showed him Spy Wars he didn't have no idea that existed such good series

Of course not cooler than the legend he is but Daybreak jokes about how reading that and seeing your cool pops in action would make you half as good spy as he is someday

Quite sad is that your common sense along with the things you see on TV are enough to be better spy material

You try to watch it with him to see if he learns something

Unsure of what you'll be in the future but in the mean time you had fun watching cartoons and liking kids stuff like dinosaurs and skateboard

Current status: Busy with your first year at school and getting him out of trouble

#spy x family #sxf headcanons #sylvia sherwood #the handler #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #yor briar #thorn princess #daybreak #child!reader

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chaeryybomb · 3 years

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TRAITOR

pairings: female reader x lee heeseung

summary: you thought lee heeseung was the best boyfriend you could ever wished for. but they did warn you about long distanced relationships. at first, you convinced yourself that it was just your insecurities taking over. but your gut feeling has never been wrong

genre: college au, lovers to exes, fluff, angst, sad ending

featuring: kang hyewon, shin ryujin, lee chaeryeong, lee daehwii, yang jeongin & zhong chenle

word count: 10.4k

warnings: breaking up, mentions of insecurity and cheating, arguments, strong language

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Setting down the final box on the ground, you released a sigh of relief and stretched your arms upwards. The satisfying sounds of your joints popping gave you a sense of relief as you stretched. Then you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist. You smiled as you took in his familiar scent. You reached up to touch his neck as Heeseung pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

"Thank you for your help, lovely," he mumbled in your hair.

You turned around in his arms and clasped your hands behind his neck, toying with the back of his hair. Lee Heeseung was looking at you with pure love in his eyes and you couldn't be more happy. "I can't believe we're both finally in university," he said, squeezing your waist.

"Hmm yeah, finally out of high school," you hummed. "It's sad that we didn't get into the same university though," you cupped his left cheek, rubbing his cheek lovingly with your thumb.

Heeseung nuzzled into your hand, slowly drawing you closer. "I can always drive to your dorm, it's just a three hour drive from here."

"Or I can drive to you," you replied.

He scoffed, "Yeah if you get your driver's license," he teased.

You rolled your eyes and softly punched him on the chest before pushing yourself away from his embrace. "Listen, not all of us can miraculously pass on their first try okay," you defended yourself but Heeseung just laughed at you.

Although you tried to act like you were mad at his joke, you couldn't wipe the smile off your face as you sat down on his bed. Currently, the two of you were in Heeseung's dorm. You wanted to help him move in before you had to leave. Heeseung and you were high school sweethearts, the school's loveliest couple. And you've been together ever since then. Today marked a new milestone for the both of you as you had finally graduated from high school and now both of you were accepted into different universities.

The both of you had decided to do what's best for each other and went to different schools. It was for the sake of your future, you didn't want to cause a commotion just because you guys were three hours apart. Plus, it was just three hours. Heeseung could always come visit you and video calls were a thing. You're friends were scared that the both of you wouldn't survive a long distance relationship but you had faith in each other. And that was enough.

Heeseung was lucky to have a room all for himself, whereas you had to share a dorm with two other girls. His room was small but big enough for one person. You knew Heeseung was a simple man, if it had a bed and a table, that would be enough for him. A knock on the door caught your attention, you suddenly remembered that you guys had left the door open when you were moving boxes.

Outside the door stood a pretty girl with long blonde hair. She was really pretty, you noted. She looked so natural as a blonde as well, you couldn't help but thought. The pretty girl sent both of you an awkward smile and waved. You stood up and walked to her, somewhat excited to make a new friend.

"Hi!" You greeted her with a smile, you felt Heeseung behind you.

"Hi," she mirrored your smile. "I'm Hyewon, I'm from the room next door," she pointed out.

"Oh! I'm Heeseung," the taller boy introduced himself. "And this is my girlfriend, Y/N," he smiled at you.

"It's nice to meet you, are you both music majors too?" Hyewon asked. It was common for Hyewon to ask that, considering the university Heeseung applied for is known for their music stream. Heeseung was extremely talented, being blessed with a heavenly voice and all. It was his dream to pursue a music career. Thanks to you, he found the courage to do so,

"Oh no, just him. I don't actually go here," you immediately told her. "I actually go to George University instead."

"Oh! So you're a theatre major then," Hyewon said, surprising you a bit. You nodded in return and Hyewon's smile seemed to grow wider. The university you applied to was quite well known for its theatre arts course. "That's so cool, I'm a theatre major too!"

Your eyes lit up in excitement and you stepped closer to the blonde, eager to learn more about her. But before you could ask her anything, your phone chimed. You gave her an apologetic look before checking your phone. "It's my mom, she's asking when I'll be home. I still have to pack up," you said disappointed. You really wanted to talk more with Hyewon so the both of you could geek out. (And spend a bit more time with Heeseung.) Hyewon looked disappointed too that you couldn't stay longer.

"Let me drive you home," Heeseung started to move to get his keys but you placed your hand on his arm to stop him.

"Nah, it's fine," you shook your head. "I can take the bus home."

"Then I'll walk you to the bus stop," Heeseung said with determination. He was gonna make use of whatever time he had to spend it with you, even if it was for five seconds.

You realised that there was no way of rejecting him, so you just chuckled and said, "Alright, let me grab my bag then." But Heeseung was already one step ahead of you as he had already gone to get it for you. You sent another smile to Hyewon. "It was really great to meet you, Hyewon. I hope we can talk again soon," you told her.

"Likewise Y/N, have a safe trip home," she bid you goodbye before returning to her room.

Heeseung appeared behind you once again, sneakily slipped his fingers through yours and pulled you out of the room. He locked the door with your bag on his shoulder, he looked like he had the intention of not letting you hold it.

"C'mon," he tugged your hand and you giggled, falling into step with him.

The walk to the bus stop felt quicker than it should be, much to your dismay. The bus stop was empty besides the both of you. As the two of you stood under it, you mindlessly swung your intertwined hands back and forth. Heeseung laughed at your action. He released your hand and you looked up curious on why he did it. Heeseung moved so he was standing behind you and wrapped his arms around you, effectively back hugging you.

Your lips tugged upward at the position you were and you held onto his arms. Slowly, he started to rock you back and forth. "I'm gonna miss you," he suddenly said.

You couldn't help but let your smile falter. You were gonna miss him too, you're gonna miss him so much. "This is the first time where we'll be so far apart, I think I might die without you," he rubbed his face into your hair as you laughed at his words.

"I'll call you everyday, Hee. I promised," you assured him with a pat on his arm. The taller boy only hummed in reply but you felt him move his arms to your middle so he could bury his face in the crook of your neck. You giggled when you felt him peppered small kisses up around your neck.

"I love you," he mumbled before pressing a loving kiss to the top of your head.

"Love you too," you leaned back into him.

Just in time you saw the bus in the distance, which meant your time with Heeseung was ending. As the bus slowed down in front of you, your boyfriend finally reluctantly let you go from his slip. "I'll see you soon, okay?" you promised him. He nodded and leaned down to give you one more kiss before you entered the bus.

Sitting down, you waved from the window and he gave you a smile. Oh god, you already missed him. Heeseung watched as your bus left the station. You sighed, leaning back into the seat. This was the beginning of a new chapter of your relationship, and you have faith that the both of you will be okay.

"Thank you," you said to the barista as she handed you your coffee. With your free hand, you pushed the front door open. The November breeze welcomed you once you stepped outside, your coffee warming your fingertips. Your phone then started to ring in your pocket. You fished your phone out and a smile crept onto your face when you saw the contact name.

"Hello, love," Heeseung greeted as soon as you picked up. You smiled at him, holding your phone in front of your face.

"Good morning, Hee. I just got my coffee," you showed him your coffee like it was a little trinket. Heeseung laughed at your child-like action. The second semester was almost ending and your relationship was still going strong. The both of you were consistent with the video calls and text messages. You'd be calling him at the end of every day and the two of you would talk about your day till one of you fell asleep. (Spoiler: It was usually you.)

And now your second semester as a couple is ending, the both of you had decided to retreat back to your hometown during the break like you did during your first break. So you could bask in each other's presence and visit some old friends. It was slowly starting to become a tradition and you couldn't ask for anything more.

"So, how was your audition?" Heeseung asked as you walked past a group of band kids, sending them a smile as they waved at you.

At the mention of the audition, your smile turned into a pout. "Rejected, as usual," you sighed. You have auditioned for almost every play in your school but you were always rejected or chosen as a background character if you were lucky. You knew that there were a lot of talented students in your school, but you felt dejected each time.

"Sorry, love. I'm sure you'll have better luck next time," Heeseung told you with a sad smile. "I wish I could hold you right now."

You looked at him with a sad gaze, "Me too, Hee." You couldn't lie that long distance relationships were hard, everyday was spent through a screen and you yearned to be next with him physically. During the first few weeks, you told yourself that you would get used to it after a while. Spoiler alert, you still haven't gotten used to it. "But enough of that!" You said, waving away the depressed aura and taking a long sip from your coffee before letting out a sigh. "Our break is coming up and I can't wait to see you."

At the mention of the break, you noticed how Heeseung visibly flinched. His eyes suddenly weren't looking at you anymore, averting his gaze to the side instead. "We are going to be seeing each other, right?" You inquired. But you were met with silence, you stopped in your tracks when Heeseung didn't say anything. "Hee?"

"Actually, Y/N," he started to say and you felt your heart sink already. He didn't call you "love". Some may say you were being dramatic, but Heeseung only used your name whenever something was serious. You're not going to be able to see him during break, your mind told you. You knew it was the most possible outcome, but you hoped that you were wrong.

"I'm not going back during break."

And there it was, what possibly could have been the worse news for you. "Oh," was all you could say, your fingers tightened slightly around the plastic cup before you plastered on a fake smile. "Well, there's always next semester," you assured him, but it felt more like you were reassuring yourself. This was going to be your first winter break without Heeseung.

Heeseung smiled at your reply, a twinge of sadness in him but he brushed it off. "The reason is cause a senior from the film department asked me for help," he explained. "You see, there's a music video competition and he asked me if I could write a song for it."

Your eyes lit up in excitement. "No way! So they're gonna shoot a music video for your song?"

Heeseung nodded with a big smile. "Yup! It's such a big project, like they're bringing in some of the theatre kids as the actors and we're gonna start filming, like next month."

"I'm so happy for you, love," you told him truthfully. Internally, you were scolding yourself for feeling sad that he wouldn't be free during the break when he has something big going on in his life. Stop being so selfish, your mind scolded. Of course you felt a bit blue but this was a big opportunity for Heeseung, imagine if they won the competition. He would finally get some recognition for his music. And the fact that the senior chose him to write the song meant that people were already starting to appreciate his songs and his voice. You were being selfish, like a child.

As Heeseung continued to tell you about the project, you resumed your walk back to your dorms. You listened to him intensively, capturing every small detail in your heart. It was rare for you to see him speak so passionate. Music was his passion, his safe place. You knew that and you wanted him to live a life where he could make his dream a reality. A singer on the bright stage with thousands, no, millions of fans to appreciate his vocals.

You managed to reach your dorm just as Heeseung was being called for off screen. A feminine voice was calling from him and you easily recognised it. "Is that Hyewon?" You asked.

A few seconds passed and a familiar looking pretty blonde came into view. "Y/N? Y/N, hi!" The blonde waved at you enthusiastically, Heeseung was slowly being pushed out of the frame. You could tell he was scooting over to make space for Hyewon. An uneasy feeling slowly sprouted in you when you saw how Hyewon and Heeseung were sitting too close, but you shoved it down when the blonde girl grinned at you.

"Y/N!"

"Hyewon!" You responded with the same enthusiasm, which made the two of you burst into a fit of giggles.

"I'm so sorry for disturbing your time but Chan is looking for you," she apologised, the last part directed to your boyfriend.

"Ah, it's okay, I understand," you said.

"I'll talk to you later, okay? Love you," Heeseung said once Hyewon was out of frame.

"Love you too," you replied and your phone screen turned black, your reflection staring right back at you. You were frowning. With a sigh, you stuffed your phone back into your phone pocket to unlock your front door. Your coffee was now cold in your hands and the uneasy feeling from before was slowly creeping back in. You did not like it one bit.

Chaeryeong and Ryujin thought you were being dramatic, they were right in a way. But you were too busy missing Heeseung to be bothered. You missed his warmth, his voice, the way his hands perfectly fit yours when he held them. you missed the way you laid your head on his chest when he sat behind you, you could always hear his steady heartbeat. It always lulled you to sleep in seconds.

You let out a long and loud sigh as you flipped onto your back on your childhood bed. You had returned to your hometown one week ago, which also meant another week without Heeseung. Your best friend and roommate, Chaeryeong, was the one who drove you both home. The last time you saw her was when she dropped you off at your parents home. And you've been dwelling in your Heeseung-less days ever since.

Reaching over to retrieve your phone, you moved to open your chat with Heeseung. The last text message from him was from this morning. It was just a simple "good morning" text, and you replied with the same message except you added a heart emoticon at the end. And the message was on delivered. Not even on read. You don't know which one was worse.

Your phone suddenly dinged and you immediately sat up straight, thinking it was Heeseung. But your shoulders sagged in disappointment when you saw it was just a message from Jeongin. If Ryujin had seen you right now, the short hair girl would have called you a "lovesick fool". She was right, of course but still.

[2:42 pm] jeongin: guess what

[2:44 pm] chenle: what

[2:44 pm] jeongin: guess

[2:45 pm] chenle: no

[2:45 pm] chenle: just tell us

[2:46 pm] jeongin: g u e s s

[2:46 pm] chenle: n o

[2:46 pm] jeongin: guess goddammit

[2:48 pm] ryujin: jeongin i stg

[2:48 pm] ryujin: i will break ur kneecaps just tell us

[2:49 pm] jeongin: ugh fine theres a amusement park and i wanna go

[2:50 pm] chenle: its winter

[2:50 pm] jeongin: yeah and

[2:50 pm] jeongin: is there snow? no

[2:51 pm] jeongin: so therefore, amusement park

[2:51 pm] ryujin: i-

[2:52 pm] chaeryeong: where is it

[2:52 pm] jeongin: its like a 2 hours away from here

[2:54 pm] ryujin: and who tf would be driving us genius

[2:55 pm] jeongin: y/n bc she loves us

[2:56 pm] y/n: since when

[2:56 pm] chaeryeong: and shes alive, great job jeongin

[2:57 pm] chaeryeong: u pulled her out from her depression

i[2:58 pm] y/n: hey im not depressed >:(

[2:59 pm] ryujin: hm sure

[2:59 pm] y/n: >:(

[3:00 pm] y/n: also i dont have my drivers license yet dumbass

[3:01 pm] jeongin: ah right i also forgot y/n cant drive

[3:01 pm] jeongin: ryujin it is

[3:02 pm] ryujin: whAT I DID NOT AGREE TO THIS

[3:03 pm] chaeryeong: lets meet up at jeongin's place then

[3:03 pm] chenle: cool with me

[3:05 pm] ryujin: HEY DONT IGNORE ME

[3:04 pm] y/n: sure!

You stifled a laugh as you read Ryujin's message. Then, you switched to check your chat between Heeseung and you. It was still on delivered. Maybe he's just busy with filming and recording. Yeah, he's probably busy. Stop being so selfish, Y/N.

Yang Jeongin just had to choose the coldest day of the year to go to the amusement park, didn't he. You silently thanked yourself for dressing up in an extra layer, unlike Chenle who looked like he was about to die from frostbite. Whereas Jeongin had a huge grin plastered on his face as he looked at the Ferris Wheel ahead. You rubbed your hands together, bringing it to your mouth to blow hot air at it. You heard the car door slam shut behind you and Ryujin walked next to you.

Families lined up at the ticket booth, laughter and chatter filled the atmosphere. You spot some couples around the area as well, the sight of them tugged at your heartstrings. You wished Heeseung was here with you, he would've wanted to go on the Ferris Wheel with you.

Chaeryeong linked arms with you and Ryujin, leading the two of you to the entrance. The boys already beat you guys to it, you realised. Once Chenle handed you your ticket, you were immediately dragged to the first ride that caught Jeongin's eye.

After a couple of hours, you found yourself resting on the bench with a cup of hot chocolate at your side. Your social battery was empty and you didn't know where the rest of your friends had gone. Ryujin may have mentioned going to the restroom, you're not sure, you were too tired to keep up. So here you were, on the bench next to the Teacups Ride.

You watched as the visitors walked past you. Some were students with their friends laughing as if it was their last day on earth, children giggling as their parents lifted them up in the air and couples sharing a loving look. You fiddle with your phone, debating whether you wanted to text Heeseung or not.

The both of you had called each other last night. You couldn't see him but his voice sounded tired. You felt bad for calling him. Maybe it was for the best if you didn't. You picked up your hot chocolate, the warmth spreading through your fingers as you blew on it. Your body relaxed once you took a sip, enjoying as the warmth spread through your body. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a very familiar looking coat.

You saw a couple walking together, he was wearing a coat that looked identical to the one you gifted Heeseung last year during Christmas. It was almost as if that was Heeseung, well his back kinda looked like his and Heeseung was about that height as well. But it couldn't be him, his school was almost three hours away from here. Plus the girl beside him was blonde, she kinda looked like Hyewon.

What are the odds of those two being here, you laughed. But when those two stopped in their tracks to look at the Ferris Wheel, your entire body froze right there and then. That was Heeseung and Hyewon together. What were they doing here?

Your body reacted immediately by standing up. Heart beating rapidly, you were about to walk towards them when you saw Heeseung laughing at something the blonde said. A gnawing feeling grew in you, he was laughing with her. He was at the amusement park with her. Not you. Her.

And he never mentioned anything about going to the amusement park, let alone the same one you were going to. Your feet stayed glued to the ground as you watched them get into one of the carts. Why was he here? Why didn't he tell you? Why was he with her? Why? Why? Why?

You saw Hyewon stopped from getting into the cart and she stretched her hand out while she looked up in the sky, Heeseung following her. It was snowing. It was the first snow. And Heeseung spent it with Hyewon, while you watched from the sidelines. They looked like an actual couple. Snow started to fall, your hot chocolate was losing its warmth and jealousy filled up instead. The noise drilled out of your ear so all you heard was a low buzz, your gaze burning on the two. You didn't notice Ryujin walking towards you.

"Jesus, the line was so long that I-" Ryujin stopped mid sentence, her eyes following the direction of your gaze. "Y/N?"

You walked past her without saying anything, chucking the drink into a trashcan.

Your phone felt heavy in your hands as you paced around your room. You knew your eyes weren't wrong. It was Heeseung and Hyewon at the amusement park, you could tell it was him from a mile away. After that incident, you went to find your friends and told them you wanted to go home because you weren't feeling well. It was partially a lie anyway, you didn't feel comfortable. You don't know what you would do if you had stumbled upon them.

Thousands of questions echoed through your mind. And you couldn't bear to ask Heeseung. You knew you had questions but you didn't know what to ask. Why didn't you tell me? Why were you with Hyewon? Why wouldn't you tell me?

Your phone suddenly rang, causing you to jolt in surprise. The phone screen lit up with his name in bold. He was calling you. Without thinking, you accepted the call.

"Hey, love," Heeseung's smooth voice greeted you.

"Hey," you replied, making sure your tone was steady. You were silently grateful that it wasn't a video-call so he couldn't see the nervousness in your eyes.

"How was the amusement park?" He asked.

You bit your thumb, hesitant to answer. Should you tell him that you saw him today? "It was fun, a lot of people thought," you hummed, moving over to sit on your bed.

"You know, funny story. Today we actually went to an amusement park too," he suddenly said and you froze on the spot. "They decided to film there so we went there in the afternoon, it started snowing too!"

You felt a weight was lifted from your heart. So it was just a pure coincidence. Heeseung never planned to go to the amusement park, he just went with what they said. "It would've been funny if we bumped into each other, don't you think, love?" He laughed but you couldn't find the energy to laugh along.

"Yeah," you mumbled, leaning back into your pillows. He was there to film for the music video. He's busy with the music video. It's always for the music video. You trust Heeseung, don't you?

Winter break went by like the cold breeze and now cherry pink flowers occupied the empty branches. Flowers were blooming from the left and right, the cold winter was now in the past and you welcomed (the still cold) spring into your arms. Which meant you left whatever uneasy feeling and doubts in the past.

You were currently in Heeseung's dorm. Today was a big day, it's the day where they were gonna upload the music video and Heeseung wanted you to be there to watch it with him. Heeseung picked you up from the bus stop and then took you out for lunch. Thankfully it was the weekend so you could stay for the night.

Heeseung was at his desk, his thumbs typing away as he laughed silently at his phone. You wondered who he was texting. Maybe he's texting Hyewon, your mind taunted. You shook your head to drive the thoughts away, you were not going to be paranoid. You already left the bitter feelings in winter, you agreed with yourself that you'll leave it behind. You trust Heeseung.

"Who are you texting?" Yet the question slipped out of you either way.

"Huh?" Heeseung looked up, like a deer caught in headlights. "Oh, uh no one," he quickly said, turning off his phone and placing it on his desk. "I think the music video is uploaded," he added before you could question him more.

He moved to his bed, where you were sitting. You scooted over to make space for him as he sat next to you with his laptop propped on his lap. He clicked into his senior's channel, Jeong Yunho, you took note. And there it was, the music video, uploaded forty five seconds ago. You let out an excited noise once you saw it.

"Not for sale," you read the title out loud. Heeseung had a proud look on.

The music video started off with a frame of Heeseung and Hyewon facing each other, then he handed her a note with the words "Not For Sale" on it. The camera then panned out to film the sky where the title appeared again in bold, and the song started to play. The song had a bubbly beat to it and Heeseung's angelic voice accompanied it. The music video was filled with pastels and some scenes were filmed at the amusement park. Specifically, at the carousel. There weren't any scenes of the Ferris Wheel though, you noted.

The video ended with Heeseung and Hyewon holding hands as they face the sunset, while the camera slowly zooms away from them and into the sky. The last scene was a black screen with all the credits listed out. When you saw Heeseung's name being credited for writing the song, you felt a sense of pride inside of you. Your boyfriend wrote this song, of course you're going to be proud.

Once the video ended, you threw your arms around Heeseung. Heeseung laughed as he wrapped an arm around your middle and the other holding onto his laptop. You planted a big fat kiss on his cheek and he tightened his hold on you.

"The song was so good, Hee! I'm so proud of you, babe," you complimented him, one hand reaching up to ruffle his hair while the other cupped his cheek.

Heeseung smiled and leaned into your touch. "Thank you so much, lovely. This song means a lot to me," he kissed your nose. "I actually thought of you when I wrote this song," he confessed.

You blinked at him, your heart beating faster as you processed his words. You were kneeling on his bed as he looked up at you, pink dusted on his cheeks. Instead of saying anything, you threw yourself onto him, tightly wrapping your arms around his torso to buried your head in his neck. Heeseung let out an "oof" when you knocked him back onto his bed, his laptop on the edge of his bed.

"I love you," you mumbled.

"I love you, too," he said. His hand reached up to stroke your head as the both of you laid there in each other's embrace.

A few minutes passed and Heeseung tapped on your head to get your attention. "Hm?" you hummed in reply.

"I need to go pee, love."

"No," you said stubbornly, tightening your arms around him.

"Please, love. I'll be back fast, I promise," Heeseung told you, looking down on you.

You lifted your head to rest your chin on his chest as you narrowed your eyes at him. "Hng, fine," you pouted before you rolled off him.

"Thank you, lovely," he pecked your lips before pushing himself off his bed, not before moving his laptop to his desk.

You watched as Heeseung left his dorm to go to the restroom. You stretched your arms upwards, making grabby hands in the air before sitting up. You reached over to his desk, which was next to the bed, to get your phone when you saw Heeseung's phone lit up. You knew you shouldn't have looked but when her name was in bold white, you couldn't look away.

[4:47 pm] hyewon: can't wait to do it again hee!

"Can't wait to do it again?" You read the message out loud. Can't wait to do what again? And since when did Hyewon called him "Hee"? That was your nickname for him. The bitter feelings from winter crept back into you like the cold seeping in through the crack of your window. Why did you feel so uneasy whenever Hyewon was alone with Heeseung? Was there something going on?

No, they're just friends, Y/N, you reminded yourself. Just friends.

The door opened and your eyes snapped up to see Heeseung returning from the restroom. Suddenly, you wanted to get out of here. You don't know why, but that text message from her just rubbed you the wrong way and you wanted to get out of there before you say something you regret.

"Ryujin just texted me that she needs my help," you lied. You stood up to grab your coat and bag from the chair.

"Woah, woah, what's with the hurry?" Heeseung took a hold of your wrist as he looked at you. But your eyes didn't meet his.

"Ryujin has an emergency, she needs my help," you said again, this time firmly.

"Oh," his grip on you loosened and you pulled your hand back to you. "I'll drive you back-"

"No, it's fine," you cut him off. "I-I'll take the bus home. I'll call you tonight," the words rushed out of your lips and soon enough you were out of his door.

You did not call him that night.

You ignored Ryujin's questions when you reached your dorm, she didn't press on. Now it was Sunday morning and Ryujin had left for breakfast. You felt bad for leaving Heeseung like that and ignoring Ryujin when she just wanted to help you. And you knew you should've talked it out instead of walking out. Sighing, you curled deeper into your blanket.

After a few minutes, you threw your covers off and sat up. Maybe some warm breakfast would make you feel better. So you went down to the cafeteria to see your friends all huddled up at the corner.

"Y/N, just in time!" Jeongin called out. Curious, you walked towards them and saw that they were watching Heeseung's music video.

"The song is so sweet," Chaeryeong cooed, leaning onto you.

You let out an awkward laugh, not quite sure what to feel because of the act you pulled yesterday.

"It has almost two thousand views. I bet you must feel so proud, huh," Chaeryeong said.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you nodded. Now you feel even more bad, Heeseung wrote this song for you and you should've stayed at his dorm to celebrate with him. Instead, you left because you saw one text message without context. You were being a bad girlfriend, you should apologise to him.

"Who's the other girl? She's really pretty," Jeongin suddenly asked.

"Ah, that's Hyewon. She's his neighbour," you explained.

"Hyewon? As in Kang Hyewon?" Daehwii suddenly said. He was passing by when he heard you say her name and pulled a chair across Jeongin. You nodded. "Oh, I know her," he casually said.

You tilted your head to the side. "You do?" Jeongin leaned forward. You heard Ryujin mumble "simp" under her breath, and you bit back a laugh.

"Mhmm," Daehwii nodded and pulled out his phone. A few seconds later, he showed his phone screen and it was Hyewon's Instagram. "I went to the same high school with her, she was really popular. All the teachers said she had the face of an actress. There was a rumour that she even got scouted by an entertainment company."

Ryujin reached over to grab his phone to scroll through her account. "Woah, she has like two hundred thousand followers," she said in amazement. You leaned closer to Ryujin to check, Hyewon sure was popular.

"Yeah, she's a free-lance model and I think she models for smaller brands," Daehwii added.

You couldn't help but feel very small next to her. She was beautiful and she had somewhat of a reputation in the entertainment industry, a rising model. Imagine what kind of connections she could get for Heeseung…

"I bet Heeseung wrote this song for you," Ryujin suddenly said, smoothly switching the topic back to the song.

You felt your cheeks to warm up at her words. Sheepishly, you nodded. Your friends immediately reacted with a chorus of "ooh"s and Chaeryeong playfully nudged your shoulder. "Fuck Romeo and Juliet, I want what these bitches have," Jeongin quoted and the rest of you fell into laughter.

After breakfast, you and Ryujin strolled back to your rooms with your arms linked together. She was telling you about what happened when you weren't here yesterday. "And then he said and I quote "sometimes bullying is okay" just as a family was walking by, the mom was literally glaring at us," you laughed as she told you. "And then- oh," she stopped, and you stopped as well. She was looking ahead of you so you followed her gaze.

"Heeseung?" His name left your lips before you could even process the whole situation.

Heeseung waved awkwardly at you, internally wincing when you used his full name. You and Ryujin exchanged a look before Ryujin pushed you towards him. You stumbled right into his arms but you took a step out of his arms, you rubbed your forearms instead.

"What are you doing here?" You asked him.

"Ah," he rubbed the back of his neck, "I wanted to surprise you since you left early yesterday. I hope you were able to solve Ryujin's problem."

At the mention of Ryujin's "emergency", you stiffened because you didn't mention that you had used her in a lie. You could feel her eyes on you and mentally hope that she got the message.

"Uh, yeah. It was solved," Ryujin replied with an awkward chuckle. "Actually, I forgot I had to meet up with Chaeryeong so it was great seeing you, Heeseung." You turned around and mouthed a "thank you" at her and she gave you a look as if to say "we are going to talk about this later".

And then the two of you were left alone in the empty hallway. Was it always this awkward?

Heeseung stood awkwardly in your room. This was the first time he looked so out of place. Usually, you were the one at his dorm. He doesn't come over to yours that often since he was more busy than you. So it truly was a surprise when you saw him outside your door.

"So, uh, how are you?" He asked.

You hummed in reply. "I'm doing fine," as you sat down on your bed.

"Great! That's great," he coughed while he played with his fingers.

And then the awkward silence returns. You knew it was your fault for walking out yesterday, you probably made him think he did something wrong. When really it was just you refusing to communicate. You gripped your sheets, your mind running laps on what to say. But he beat you to it.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Your eyes snapped up to finally meet his eyes, he was looking at you with brown innocent eyes. Your heart broke a bit at the sight. "It's not you," you assured him. "It's…it's just me," you told him truthfully.

Heeseung looked at you with confusion, he didn't understand what was wrong. He wanted to help but he didn't know how. So instead, he slowly moved to sit next to you. When you did not move away, he took it as a sign of permission. So he took your hands into his, slowly rubbing circles on top of your hand.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

"Love, what are you even sorry about?" He softly asked.

"I saw you at the amusement park that day," you confessed.

Heeseung's fingers stopped moving. "Oh," was all he could say. You bit the inside of your cheek, the atmosphere shifted but you can't read him at all.

"I'm sorry," you whispered again because you didn't know what to say. "Ever since that day, I've been feeling weird whenever I see you with Hyewon and I don't like it."

"Love," he softly cupped your cheek to make you look at him, "are you perhaps jealous?" he asked with a teasing tone. You shifted your gaze to the side, you were jealous but you were reluctant to admit it. But your avoiding eyes already sold you out. Heeseung chuckled and brought you into his embrace. "There's nothing to be jealous of. Hyewon and I are just friends," he assured you.

His voice was genuine when he told you and you felt a sense of relief hearing him say those words. You fell forward to hug him and Heeseung immediately accepted you. He planted a kiss on the top of your head and sighed. "Next time we're gonna be honest with each other, okay?"

"Okay."

Heeseung was right, honesty was the key to maintaining a healthy relationship, Heeseung has been nothing but truthful to you since the start, and you allowed yourself to be overwhelmed by your insecurities instead of talking it out. This reminded you of when Heeseung once shut you out because he didn't want to burden you.

He hid his passion for music from you because he thought you would react like his parents, against him. He refused to tell you the truth which left you confused and hurt. Did I do something wrong? The question was constantly in your head. It wasn't until you forced it out of him, and it was the first time you saw his composed figure break down in tears. You embraced him and assured him with comforting words, you loved him at his worst.

And you told him the exact same words: "Next time we're gonna be honest with each other, okay?"

Exam season was the most painful time of your life. Everyday was the same routine: wake up, eat, study, sleep and repeat. You're starting to spend more time in the library than in the comfort of the dorm. Heeseung was just as busy as you, the both of you rarely have enough time to check up on each other. But you tried and so did he.

You plucked out your earphones and let it fall into your lap as you stretched your arms upwards. Chaeryeong and Ryujin were scattered around your shared room, with the latter laying face down on her bed. The three of you had spent your entire morning studying for your own examinations. You had sent Heeseung a quick good morning text before telling him that your phone will be on silent mode until you were done.

That was six hours ago. You pushed your laptop away from you as you reached over for your phone. You smiled when you saw your first notification was from your boyfriend.

[8:15 am] hee <3: okay remember to stay hydrated love! and take some breaks in between!!!

"Look at her, smiling all lovey dovey and shit," Ryujin sneered at you in disgust as she lifted herself onto her elbows.

You stuck your tongue out at her before typing a reply.

[3:52 pm] y/n: guess who's done studying??

While waiting for his reply, you decided to scroll through Instagram. Tapping through people's stories, you stumbled upon Hyewon's one. (She had followed you a few weeks ago.) Your thumb pressed down on your phone screen as your breath hitched. It was a photo of Heeseung, it looked like he was in the library and he was reading a book. The words "with mr. hardworking" positioned above his head. You tapped through to the next slide and it was a candid of Heeseung looking up at her with a smile, his hand outreached to grab her phone. This time the words "oops, got caught" were written on the side. You checked and saw it was posted ten minutes okay.

You frowned at the two photos. You knew Heeseung said they were just friends, but you couldn't shake that uneasy feeling away. Your mind was telling you that they weren't but your heart was with Heeseung.

"Who's that?" Chaeryeong suddenly asked.

You jump, startled. Since when was she behind you? Chaeryeong ignored your expression and leaned towards your phone. "Isn't that Heeseung? Who's he with?" She asked.

"Hyewon," you answered.

Ryujin crawled over to plop down next to you, her curious eyes peering up at your phone. "The same girl we saw at the amusement park?" The short-haired girl asked.

You looked down at her, shocked. You never told her about what you saw last winter. Ryujin understood your expression and rolled her eyes. "I'm not dumb, Y/N," she said.

Chaeryeong looked between the two of you with confusion. "Did something happen when we were at the amusement park?"

"Y/N saw Heeseung and Hyewon getting on the Ferris Wheel together."

"Ryujin!"

"What?" She shrugged at you. "We did see them there and it was the reason you were upset," she stated with her arms crossed, now sitting crossed legged next to you.

Chaeryeong gasped beside you and placed her hands in front of her mouth. "Do you think he's cheating on you?"

"Chaeryeong!" Ryujin hissed at the other girl. "Heeseung isn't the kind to do that," she defended him despite what she said before, "right, Y/N?" Ryujin nudged your elbow.

You opened your mouth to defend your boyfriend but no words were said. You bit your lips, Heeseung wouldn't be the kind to cheat, right? Then why were you hesitating? You wanted to agree with Ryujin and say that Heeseung would never cheat on you. So why were you doubting him?

"I'm just saying, long distance relationships never work out. Like Yeji and Soobin, they broke up like six months later," Chaeryeong shrugged innocently and leaned back on her hands as she spoke.

"But that was different, Yeji never really liked him anyways!" Ryujin countered.

"Vivi and Haseul! Everyone thought they were gonna last but they broke up the moment Vivi went home, and they were together for four years. Four years, Ryujin!" The younger girl exclaimed. "Point is, long distance relationships rarely work out."

Before Ryujin could retort, your phone lit up and all three of you looked down. It was a notification from Heeseung.

[4:01 pm] hee <3: hey sorry i was with taehyun

The three of you blinked at the message, Ryujin and Chaeryeong exchanged a look. While you just stared at the notification, refusing to tap into the chat. Did Heeseung just lie to you?

Something shifted in your relationship, you could tell. Calls with Heeseung were now cut short and text messages got short. At first, you blamed it on the upcoming exams and you told yourself that Heeseung was equally busy as you. Sometimes you were too tired to send a text because all you wanted was to sleep but when you tried to give him a call, he always brushed you off with a "I'm busy" text.

Text messages now never got past the "how was your day" before he said that he was going to sleep. Ever since that day with Ryujin and Chaeryeong, you turned a blind eye to the text message. Maybe he really was with Taehyun, you wouldn't actually know.

But that's the thing, isn't it? You would never know what really happens because you're not there with him, your mind taunted you. You shook away the thoughts and tried to be positive. Exams had ended a few days ago and Chaeryeong suggested that you should surprise him with a visit.

So here you were, on the bus to Heeseung's university. You could barely contain your smile, it's been so long since you last saw him and you just missed him so much. You could imagine how happy he would be to see you. An hour later, the bus came to a stop and you thanked the bus driver before boarding off.

Tightening your coat around you, you looked at the road ahead of you with a determined look. You were gonna surprise Heeseung today. And nothing was going to stop you from doing so. You reached the entrance of the school and sent a friendly smile to the security guards.

You made your way towards Heeseung's dorm, your feet have walked this path multiple times. You were familiar with these hallways. Soon enough you reached his door, you patted your clothes and fixed your hair before raising your fist. Your hand hovered in front of the wooden door, Heeseung was one door away from you. Knocking precisely three times on the door, you took a step back and clasped your hands behind you. You couldn't wait to see his smile when he sees you.

"Surprise!" You said, doing jazz hands the moment the door opened.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" Heeseung asked you.

You blinked, slightly lowering your hands. Heeseung wasn't smiling at you like you thought he would be, instead he was looking down on you with furrowed eyebrows. His hair was dishevelled, like he ran his fingers through it multiple times and he wasn't opening the door fully, like he was blocking something.

"I was going to surprise you, since exams are over and all-"

"Why didn't you text me beforehand?" He cut you off.

You narrowed your eyes at him and crossed your arms, annoyed that he was questioning you instead of being happy to see you. "Because it was a surprise, Hee, that's the whole point. I wasn't supposed to tell you, surprises don't work like that."

Heeseung opened his mouth but cut himself off with a sigh, he turned his head around to look inside then back at you. "I didn't mean it that way, I just wished you would've told me before," he repeated with a softer tone this time.

You frowned and dropped your arms, you shouldn't have listened to Chaeryeong. Maybe you should leave, the next bus would be in two hours. Heeseung was still leaning against his door, you couldn't see past him. "Whatever, I'll leave then," you mumbled and waved him off, turning on your heel to walk away.

"Y/N! Wait!" Heeseung called after you but you ignored his calls and just continued forward. The taller boy caught up with you and grabbed your wrist.

You tried to shake him off but his hold on you was strong. "Let me go," you said through gritted teeth.

"No, you're mad," he said.

"Of course, I am! I wanted to surprise my boyfriend after not seeing him for weeks but he doesn't even look happy to see me!" You sneered at him, still trying to shake his hand off your wrist.

Heeseung's hands moved to hold your shoulders instead to keep you in place, forcing you to look at him. "Hey, I didn't say I wasn't happy to see you. I am happy to see you, okay? It's just that today's a busy day, love," he explained to you softly.

You stopped squirming and sighed. "Sorry, I just…I just really missed you okay," you told him. You overreacted and got mad at him without letting him explain himself. "Sorry," you said again.

Heeseung smiled warmly at you and pulled you into a hug. "It's okay, love," he planted a kiss on top of your head. You rested your chin on his shoulder and returned the hug.

Then, you watched as a certain blonde walked out of Heeseung's room. Hyewon stepped out of his room and waved at you with a smile. Was Heeseung hiding her? You slightly pushed Heeseung away and he took a step back in confusion. He turned around to see Hyewon and then back at you.

"Hyewon and I were working on a project," he quickly explained.

"Yeah," the other girl nodded in agreement. "If I had known you were coming today, I wouldn't have bothered Heeseung," she said.

"Ah, no. I'm sorry for interrupting the two of you," you apologised, slightly ducking your head. You're not sure if you meant the apology. Should you be sorry that you interrupted them? But Heeseung was your boyfriend.

"Well, I'll leave you two be," Hyewon smiled at the both of you before walking away.

You watched as Heeseung smiled at her and how his eyes followed her figure until she disappeared down the stairs. You bit your lower lip and clenched your fist together, feeling uneasy in your chest once again. Your hand reached to tug on his sleeve and he finally looked at you, like he forgot you were there in the first place.

He moved to hold your hand and lead you into his room, not before smiling softly at you. Instead of the usual feeling of butterflies in your stomach whenever he smiled at you, there was a sinking feeling. Because he smiled at Hyewon the same way. Your lips raised a small smile for him but it didn't reach your eyes. He doesn't seem to notice.

The door closed behind the two of you and you swung your arms before clasping your hands behind you. "So, what was Hyewon doing here?" You tried to ask naturally.

Heeseung wasn't looking at you when he replied, "She was here for a project," he hummed.

"What project?" You continued to ask more.

"For school," he simply replied, taking a seat on his bed.

You leaned against his desk while nodding your head. "Ah, so you're helping her?"

"Uh huh."

"Ah, didn't know you guys were this close…"

"Well, we are neighbours so it's just natural that we grew close, you know," he shrugged.

"Close enough to get on the Ferris Wheel with," you muttered under your breath. You thought Heeseung wasn't able to pick up what you said but his eyes snapped to look at you. You gulped, knowing you were caught.

"Love, I already said that we were there for the music video shooting," he told you with a tired sigh.

"I know, I know but I can't help feeling jealous, Hee," you explained yourself.

Your boyfriend sighed exasperatedly as he ran his fingers through his hair. "I already told you that we're just friends, there's nothing to be jealous of."

"Well, you would be jealous too if your boyfriend didn't mention that he was going to the amusement park with you and you found him hanging with another girl!" You scoffed sarcastically.

"I already told you it wasn't planned, Y/N. Why don't you trust me?" His voice was slightly raised when he spoke the last sentence, his expression was begging you to drop the topic.

But your stubborn self refused to let it go and stood up straighter. "Because you're making it really hard to trust you."

"What?" He looked at you in disbelief as he stood up as well. "How am I the one being hard right now? You're just being paranoid and you're letting your insecurities get the better of you!"

"Can you blame me?!" You raised your voice at him. Anger clouded your eyes as you begged him to understand your point of view. "We're so far apart and we rarely get to talk to each other and you're always brushing me off! It's almost like you're cheating on me with Hyewon!"

Heeseung groaned in frustration and dragged his fingers across his face. "How many times do I have to tell you that we're just friends, Y/N? Hyewon literally has nothing to do with this! I don't get why you hate her."

"Cause you talk to her while we're together," you knew that sounded childish and selfish but you were blurting whatever that came to mind.

"Oh, so now I'm not allowed to talk to other girls?" He curled an eyebrow at you while crossing his arms.

Your words were caught in your throat. "I didn't mean it like that-"

"Then what do you mean, Y/N? You never acted like this before," Heeseung rubbed his temples.

"Because!" You threw your hands out in frustration, trying to convey your words out, "I don't know what's happening in your life because we're not in the same school and I'm scared that you're cheating on me with Hyewon!"

Heeseung knitted his eyebrows at you, you don't know if it was from confusion or annoyance, maybe both. "Cheating? No, you just don't trust me! Never once did I doubt your relationship with Jeongin, so why are you doing this to me?"

"Don't bring Jeongin into this," you sneered at him, "you knew Jeongin since we were in high school. Hyewon is a completely different story. You…you look at her like…you're in love," your voice slowly died at the end, it was the final hit on the nail. You looked up at Heeseung, his eyes widened at your words.

They said the eyes are the window to your soul. Brown guilty eyes just stared at you, because you were right. Heeseung couldn't figure out his feelings and you just did it for him. Your boyfriend was falling out of love with you and he was falling for someone new. And you watched as he realised it right in front of you. You swore you heard your heart crack.

He held his head and took a step back from you, silence fell upon the both of you. "I-I think you should go," he managed to say.

"Yeah," you croaked out, your throat was swelling up. You walked past Heeseung in hurried steps and out the door to the stairs. You never saw how Heeseung dropped to his bed with his head in his head as guilty tears slowly rolled down his cheeks.

God, you wished he had thought this through before you went and fell in love with him.

You haven't talked to Heeseung since that day, you knew that your relationship was over but your heart refused to believe it until those words came from Heeseung himself. A dark cloud hung over you and your friends didn't dare to ask. You felt betrayed by him.

You loved him at his worst, but that didn't matter. He gave you his word, but that didn't matter too. You were bitter, angry, devastated, heartbroken. But you couldn't cry, your heart was full of tears yet nothing came out. A single piece of tape holding back your fragile heart. A small sign of hope that you were wrong and Heeseung still loved you.

In the middle of a cold winter day, you were nestled between your warm sheets. Chaeryeong and Ryujin had left for lunch, not before promising to get you something. In the midst of your dark covers, your phone screen lit up and caught your attention.

[2:23 pm ] hee <3: We need to talk, I'm outside your door right now.

What? Your head snapped up to look at your front door. There's no way he was standing outside right now. Gulping, you pushed yourself up and walked to the door. Your hand hesitated, hovering right in front of the silver door knob. You already knew what was coming. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door.

The same brown guilty eyes looked at you, and the little white lies from before all came crashing down at once. You stepped to the side to let him in and closed the door. Your back was facing him, you refused to look at him. Your hope was wavering, you don't know if you accepted it or not.

"I'm sorry," he was the first to break the silence. you still refused to turn around. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Lies, lies, lies. You shut your eyes closed, your hand was still on the door knob, holding it tightly.

He inhaled a deep breath before saying his next words, "This is the end."

The words pierced your heart and it started to fall apart. This doesn't feel like a break up, it was the end of your story. It was him telling you that he was removing himself from your life. Falling out of love hurts, but losing a friend is the worst.

"Do you still love me?"

"What?"

"Do you still love me?" You finally turned around, your glossy eyes looking right at him.

Without a heartbeat, he said, "No."

And when you were alone again in your room, your heart finally shattered and the tears poured out like a waterfall. You fell to your knees with your hands clutching your heart, ugly sobs escaped from your lips. You were crying out the pain as big fat tears dropped onto the wooden floor,

Chaeryeong and Ryujin nearly dropped the food when they found you broken on the tear stained floor.

Two weeks later (after being forced to get out of bed by Ryujin), you found your friends huddled at the same place of the cafeteria like when the music video was released. They were surrounding Daehwii with their heads ducked, whispering to each other.

"What are you guys doing?" Ryujin's voice caught their attention and their heads lifted to see the both of you, eyes widening at the sight of you.

Everyone exchanged nervous glances whereas you and Ryujin were left confused. You tilted your head to the sign to show that you were confused while Ryujin raised an eyebrow as if demanding an explanation. Chaeryeong shoved Daehwii's shoulder and gave him a look, silently telling him to break the news.

Daehwii nervously looked between you and his phone before sighing, his shoulders dropping. Instead of saying anything, he showed you his phone. Ryujin reached over to take the device from him before you could see anything and squinted her eyes. The short haired girl inhaled a sharp breath and looked at your friends, finally understanding what was happening. She then looked at you, deciding whether she should tell you or not.

"What?" You asked her, your eyebrows furrowed as your patience was running thin. What were they not telling you?

But instead of telling you, she showed you. The phone screen displayed an Instagram post with a person holding hands with someone else. The caption was a simple "with him". At first you were confused on what it had to do with you, then Ryujin tapped on the post to show you the person tagged in the post. Heeseung's username appeared, your eyes travelled up to the owner of the post and it read Hyewon's name.

"Oh," was all you could say.

Your gaze averted down and you don't see how your friends exchange worried glances. "Y/N..." Chaeryeong softly called out to you while she walked towards you. She angled her head to look at your face with her arms around you.

Your mind was a mess, it took him two weeks to find someone new. No, not someone new. It took him two weeks to go off and date her. He talked to her when you were together. And you knew if he truly loved you, there was no damn way he could fall in love with somebody that quickly. Ryujin and Chaeryeong embraced you but you felt numb. He betrayed you. And you knew that he'll never feel sorry for the way you hurt.

"He cheated on you," you heard Jeongin say, but you shook your head as you tried to rub the tears away.

"Guess he didn't cheat but he's still a traitor," Jeongin rephrased.

The girls hugged you tighter when you let out a choked sob. Jeongin was right, he didn't cheat but he was a traitor. You played dumb but you always knew that he'd talk to her, maybe did even worse but you kept quiet so you could keep him.

God you wished that he had thought it through, before you went and fell in love with him.

a/n: this took so long to write and i wrote more than i expected. thank you for waiting and reading this, see y'all in "drivers license"!

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