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togament · 10 months ago

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⤷ ume, sakura, nirei, kiryu, kaji, togame, suo, endo.

"he wants to make you smile so he left you a little note. What'd he write and where'd he hide it? I got you."

⤷ 𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF!!!!, g/n reader, suo's kinda scares me ngl, I feel guilty for togame pls be patient with him He Is Trying, ENDO IS SCARY, nirei is very sweet oh MY GOD, all the fluff all the fluffies!!!!!!!

♯ 𝐔𝐌𝐄

"You found it! ◡̈ I just wanted to drop a little sunshine for my sunshine while I go get some sunshine ☼ You're my favorite person in the world and I hope this note makes your heart do a little happy dance like mine does whenever I see you. If you find this (and you did!! Yay!) it means you're awesome and that I'm so lucky to have you in my life. I love you!!!!! Your Number One Fan, 🍑"

Little doodles and happy scribbles!!!! You can tell he was smiling so widely when he wrote everything out for you -- it's like you can feel his happiness radiating from his writing it's very infectious. He just loves you that much.

(hid it in your favorite mug for you to find in the morning when he's out tending to his garden.)

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♯ 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈

"Hey, love. Just a quick note to remind you how much I appreciate everything you do. For me and the boys. Your support means the absolute world to me. Don't forget to take your vitamins today -- gotta take care of yourself too, alright? I love you. - T."

Thankful and doting!!!!!! Vaguely smells like him too so you know he kept the note right by his jacket pocket for a while before sneaking it into its rightful hiding spot. His handwriting is sharp and you know he wrote it quick. He probably wrote it while on patrol.

(hid it inside your vitamin case that you use daily so you find it easily.)

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♯ 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀

"I'm not really good with this whole cutesy stuff, but I wanted to let you know I'm thinking about you. You make my days better (even if I don't say it right). Love you. Lots. - S. P.S. there's chocolate for you in the fridge :)"

Clumsy and cute, the note has little writing indents of past notes he's written and promptly thrown away. He settled for this one because you're stirring awake beside him and he doesn't wanna get caught lmao

(Has the note hidden in one of the books you're currently reading, right where your bookmark is.) ────

♯ 𝐍𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐈

"Whoops. You found me. Wanted to leave you a little surprise! I'm planning on something fun for us real soon, but until then (tonight!!) I hope this note makes you smile as much as you make me smile every day. You're the best! I can't wait to see you. - your bunny."

Bright and cheery, much like Nirei is. Of course he has something planned for the both of you by the end of the day and he's keeping it a secret... But you know him. Something's bound to slip from his lips when you meet up with him tonight. Promise to act surprised?

(He hides it inside your pencil box because he knows you use it on the daily.)

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♯ 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐔

"Sweetheart! ♡ Surprise! I just wanted to leave a little reminder of how much I adore you. If you find this note, it means you didn't wait for me to play with you ( •̀ - •́ ) kidding! Can't wait to start our new game tonight. I love youuuu!! - forever your Player Two ♡"

Written on a purple and pink post-it, it's spritzed with his perfume. His penmanship is remarkable too. Playful and sweet!!!!! It makes you extremely giddy and excited to meet up with him later. You know for a fact he's got his space set and decked out in fairy lights for your game night. Gotta wait for a couple more hours though UGHHHSHAS

(has it neatly hidden inside the game case of the new game you both have been dying to play.)

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♯ 𝐊𝐀𝐉𝐈

"Before anything, don't get mushy on me. Just wanted to say you're pretty great and I'm glad you're around. Found this album at the shop. Remembered you saying you wanted to listen to them, so I guess that's my way of saying I care. Listen to it with me later. - Ren. ♡"

neatly written on a post-it note, you kinda think it could be printed out. It's crazy. Short and concise, you can tell he had his brows furrowed when he wrote this for you. He's trying!!!!!! He really is!!!! You know he'd bring some food for the both of you when you meet up. He's a romantic at heart.

(has it taped to the CD he bought for you right next to your player.)

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♯ 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

"I'm probably late again, aren't I? Big surprise. I promise I'm working on it, but in the meantime, I thought I'd leave you a little reminder that you're amazing and that I promise I'll always be worth the wait. Thank you for being so patient with me, doll. I love you. A lot. Bringing your favorite dish tonight. Kame Special. -🐢"

HE'S TRYINGGG AAAASJKDKJASD!!!!!! As you read, you can practically hear the slight purr in his voice and he sounds so apologetic too. HE'S TRYING HE'S TRYINGGJAKJDS he loves his sleep a bit too much, you see. Pepper him in kisses when you meet him tonight. He deserves as much.

(Snuck it inside your planner the night before your date so you'd find it when you go check on your schedule for the day. He's not late for your home date later, by the way.)

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♯ 𝐒𝐔𝐎

"My dove. Consider this a little hint: I've got a little something special planned for you, but you'll have to find more clues first and follow them. I promise you won't be disappointed. I'll be waiting for you tonight. Wear that dress that I love so much, yes? - Your Hayato."

uH OH. UH OH UH OH. Your man has you working for the surprise but that's such a him thing to do. At least he has something super cute planned by the end of it!!! If he says you won't be disappointed, he means it. HE MEANS IT.

(hid it inside the pocket of your coat that he knows you'll be using today. It's something you'd naturally reach into. Such a Suo thing to plan out.)

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♯ 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎

"Hey there, gorgeous. I know you're in the middle of pretending not to miss me while reading up on this chapter. It's my favorite one, by the way. If you find this note, it means I'm missing you too and totally not hiding underneath your bed or in your closet ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ See you in a sec. - Only Your Yams."

Ominous and teasing, much like Endo is. You kind of wanna check under your bed and in your closet but you know your boyfriend's just out to grab some coffee for the both of you. His handwriting is legible and super neat and he spritzed some of his favorite perfume on the note too. Mmmmm. Sandalwood and smoky vanilla.

(hid it between the pages of your favorite book with your bookmark replaced with a new one he bought for you. One of those fancy ones that can mark the words and stuff. Has to match his.)

a/n: I FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING I FUNALLYNJASDJKASD HUHUHUHUHUUASHKAS thank you for reading through this. I feel very rusty.

#windbreaker x reader #jo togame x reader #umemiya hajime x reader #haruka sakura x reader #hayato suo x reader #suo hayato x reader #hiragi x reader #toma hiragi x reader #endo yamato x reader #mitsuki kiryu x reader #akihiko nirei x reader #ren kaji #ren kaji x reader #wind breaker #wind breaker headcanons #hajime umemiya #umemiya hajime #togame

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unhakies · 11 days ago

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i see that ur requests r open… heh… give me a leehan x idol!secretly a marine biologist reader NOW. like reader is a good idol friend thats done a collabd either bnd and leehan really liked her and then found out she does marine biology professionally behind her idol life and he js falls in love THANK YEEEWWW😛😛😛😛

the tides between us. k. leehan (req!)

pairing: idol!leehan x idol!marine biologist fem reader.

word count: 716

genre: fluff, romance, oneshot

notes — i was gonna go to sleep but this was SUCH a good and cute idea that i HAD to whip something up real quick.

you weren't trying to hide anything. well, not really anyways. but in an industry where one can get hated on for simply 'being smart' it's obvious why you would keep that part of your life behind.

nobody noticed.

well, that's what you told yourself.

you met the boynextdoor members during a special year-end stage collab, and needless to say you've been close since. there was woonhak made you laugh until your cheeks hurt, or even jaehyun who dragged you into chaotic tiktok challenges you definitely didnt want to take part in.

but then there was leehan.

he didn't say much at first. but you could always feel his eyes on you.

you sat in the corner of the practice room, cooling down after a tough practice session, tongue poking out of your mouth in concentration as you scribbled away in your notebook.

you were so engrossed in drawing you hadn't even noticed someone was standing over you until they spoke.

"nice whale."

you almost screamed.

"oh my GOD, leehan you scared me." you put a hand over your chest. you breathed out a large breath before continuing. "thank you, it was just a little doodle." you smiled before putting your book to the side.

he sat down next to you, examining the drawing. "you draw often?" he asked, flipping through the pages.

"mhm, sometimes. it helps me think." he just nodded in response, stopping back to your recent drawing. "i think i've seen this species before." he started.

you froze, looking up at him with wide eyes. "huh?"

"the whale. it's dorsal fin, it's head shape. it's pretty easy to tell that its a sei whale." he pointed as he names the characteristics.

you stared at him. you knew he liked fish, but wow.

he gave his signature grin, "i have a knack for this stuff."

you blinked. "well, you're right, it is a sei whale."

he smirked. "lucky guess."

but you knew it wasn't luck at all.

he was reading you like an open book.

days passed by, and it was like he was in a true crime documentary, collecting evidence like his life depended on it.

when he dropped by your dorms to pick something up, he spotted the plethora of sea life books on your bookshelf. he noticed your necklace, the small seashell shaped pendant catching his eye. or even the way your eyes lingered on his fish themed phone case.

the two of you were left in the break room. the rest of the members left to do god knows what. you were doodling in your fish themed sketchbook again, as leehan kept his gaze fixed on you.

you looked up at him.

"are you trying to figure me out?" you chuckled softly.

"a little."

"so, whats your verdict?" you closed your book and sat forward.

"i think you care about a lot of things most people overlook,"

you swallow and look away, you couldn't bare to look at him in the eyes. it's like the room got smaller.

"and i think that's beautiful." he finished. you mustered up the courage to speak. "thank you.." you said, cheeks burning.

he just gave a knowing smile and said nothing else.

the next day, you walked into your break room, your eyes landing on the familiar fish cover of your book. but this time, there was a yellow sticky note on it.

"your whale drawing the other day was really good. ps; i named him seihan." - L

you laughed, startling the staff members who were working on stuff around the room, but you could care less.

leehan found a part of you you thought nobody would see. he didn't just accept it. he liked it.

he liked you.

your staff mentioned something about someone leaving a gift for you in your break room. again.

you didn't need a degree to know it was leehan.

you opened up the small pale blue box. inside a seashell, delicate and smooth with soft blue and pink lines, and a note.

"for when you can't hear the ocean, hold this to your ear. i hope it helps you feel as close to home as it does for me." - L

you bite your lip.

maybe the tide has fully come in

and you might be ready to let it.

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furiouskettle · 2 months ago

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random Look Outside character headcanons/opinions

(may be incorrect cause ive just been watching playthroughs. going off of the info i got from that which may be missing some parts.)

body horror talk, spoilers from all over the game and ending under the cut.

Sam

I love sam. hes just nice (potentially a pushover) and a dork. HES JUST A GUY!!!! i love that the game gives him time to show you how he’s processing his/your actions?

Really funny to me that him being unemployed is part of the reason he’s the protagonist. Can’t become a monster if you don’t have to go outside.

Am curious why he isn't working at the grocery store (if he did work there). did he leave or get fired?

OW losing an arm has GOTTA HURT. i cast pain upon this man.

his hair is just Like That no matter what he does

Joel

mY SWEET BABY BOYYYY i want to see him grow up big and strong (not too big and strong considering the everything but you get the idea).

looks like he has some form of "vision" post-mutation?? he doesnt seem to have any issue playing video games so i opt that he can “see”, just not very well. it’s short range and fuzzy. might be more of a feeling of his surroundings than real vision? whatever it is, it's good enough to play super jump lad.

I also HC that he’d developed shortsightedness when he had eyes, just that nobody had noticed yet that he’s squinting at things more than he should…

I think his biting/devouring is involuntary when he’s agitated. thankfully it hasn’t come to him biting any friends so far!

get this boy some popsicle sticks to gnaw on. not even for tooth reasons. eight year olds just love chewing on popsicle sticks. (preferably after popsicle has been consumed)

Apart from not fully understanding everything going on due to his age, he seems a bit dazed from the mutation and probably has brain fog for a few days after, which is Definitely not helping sam with the Oh My God this kid doesnt know his parents are dead. OH GOD I KILLED THIS KID'S PARENTS AND I HAVE STOLEN HIM AWAY

oddly chill with losing teeth. has taken some of his baby teeth out by himself! gives joel my childhood trait of oh hey my tooth is wobbling! lemme get rid of that real quick. twist twist twist

Jeanne

i dont have much to say on her atm but she’s lovely and really doesnt deserve what happens to her. on the bright side the worst seems to be over for her?? if she’s still growing does that mean that she’s gonna have to be like “oop a new head’s budding. gotta get someone to lop that off for me before it becomes a problem.”

Lyle

FIRST OF ALL i LOVE how his design kind of references how old cameras had to be covered with fabric so the photo wouldn't fail.

i think he wore glasses when he was human! …the lenses got absorbed into his face. the camera he was holding did too. I think he didn’t own as many cameras as he ended up with. That big one he has seems specific enough that maybe that was the one he was using to snap a sky pic??? idk if he touched any other cameras after that but THAT one has gotta be the one he was holding.

idk if he finds spiders GROSS but he is definitely the kind of person to be afraid to be in the same room as one.

I think most of his legs are telescopic to some degree! he just doesnt see the need to make himself any taller than he already is, except for photography reasons.

reiterating from one of my doodle posts, i like to think his eye lenses shed over time. if you took off the lens early on an eye (via injury) it would have weak vision. built-in glasses!

I hope the soul photo thing is like a special attack thing for him that he has to set up intentionally? it feels mean to have all the photos he takes with his built in cameras be the soul-stealing kind. he does take photos by accident/involuntarily a lot but the one he takes after the kiss with sam is totally on purpose and he absolutely still has that one. concerning.

idk if he gets out of his apartment much during the Visit, but it could be that HE hasnt seen any mutations worse than his/doesnt know that sam has totally seen worse. Hence why he's trying to hide so hard from Sam (not to mention the guy is crushing HARD, he's not gonna wanna be vulnerable in front of him).

....also hideous monster or not hes naked under there. i dont blame him for wanting to stay cloaked

Xaria & Monty

oh god theyre art students. that explains SO much.

very funny to me that xaria heard a voice in her head compelling her to check out the window and decided she’s gonna be contrarian about it.

I imagine a lot of Monty’s projects are setting something on fire. shows up to class with a pile of plastic baby heads. sets them ablaze. the most important part of being an art student is the time honored tradition of bullshitting some sort of meaning that’s gonna satisfy the lecturer.

Probably decent at life drawings but he keeps burning his works. (not to mention realism doesnt appear to be his kind of style)

Xaria feels like she’d stick to slightly more traditional mediums (painting, sculpture)? a lot of surrealism, mixed media, themes of nonconformity and violence. has totally used blood in a project before. More intentional about the meaning of her art- the intention being that she wants to make people uncomfortable.

i think it’d be hilarious if they’d been binging horror movies the night before. funniest options are The Thing and Tetsuo the iron man.

Since Sam mutates into something regardless of what you do up on the roof, i’m guessing the same goes for these two if you bring them up there. cool/nasty idea for their mutation is they fuse into one being... not necessarily an idea im running with atm but fun to think abt anyway

Sybil

AGH, sybil….. i love her. she's just really nice...

I think she’s in some sort of schrödinger’s cat situation - dead and alive until observed. or maybe like a quark (particle that cannot be observed but you can see the effects of it).

it’s unclear if someone ever was next door to you, but if I recall the astronomers tell you there’s no way she’s there? (cant recall if its bc she was “dead” by then or if its the totally wrong floor.)

the game says it was a mystery what happened to sybil, but a potential course of events could be your Real Neighbour just got sucked outta their window same as what happens to you if you look and sybil THINKS shes next door to you.

I’m pretty sure she’s in all of the walls? some of her text implies that, even tho she doesnt seem to be really aware of it.

far as she knows, she's in her apartment. what's her apartment like? well, it's an apartment. it's got walls. she can see out the peephole. there's.... furniture. What else do you want?

(man. between her, the pipe lady, the water pump guy, and the boiler room the walls are CROWDED. no wonder the roaches decide to move to your place.)

The Visitor

what do i even say about it? it is, in the most direct meaning of the word, awesome. it’s unfathomably immense. it's beautiful. it's horrifying. I love that in a single eye out of infinite eyes, it sees a miniscule creature who just wants to live. Sam becomes a smaller reflection of the Visitor, and the visitor gains a fraction of what makes sam human…

I wonder, did the visitor even “exist” until witnessed? same as sybil, maybe it could have some quantum thing going on. i can’t speculate on this any more than the astronomers have.

Sam (ritual-denial)

while it’s the nicest ending possible, i still feel kinda bad for sam :( he can never be truly alone anymore, but at the same time isn’t becoming a giant god-creature kind of isolating? sure, he must grow used to it over time but MAN. WHAT AN ADJUSTMENT.

regardless, it’s nice that he decides to use his new form to take care of the world, and sounds like he probably gets some extra brain capacity to be able to do all the stuff he does. (probably a few extra mini-brains to control the different arm nodes)

I hope he gets to take time for himself too, sometimes. probably sleeps like a dolphin (switch off half the brain for a power nap)

I don't think he can do verbal communication (at least, it's gonna take him a WHILE to figure out how to talk with his feelers) but at least there's keyboards.

also its funny how he gains like a gajillion arms after potentially losing one of two.

also i love the cafe patrons and the mutants at the camp. theyre all so fun. AND MANUEL FUNKY LITTLE DUDE WITH THE JAMS.

i need to find more about the lady with the slasher mask i just know she exists.

@mtgc858 @deafeningfestivalpaper @kasprawn39 @contract-crawdad @goawaypopup @eyessss come get yer headcanons

anyway uhhhhhhh hope you found my rambling fun to read byee

#teapot noises #look outside #look outside game #look outside spoilers #ok i keep going back and adjusting things and spending too much time so im just gonna stop here

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for-your-modesty-dude · 3 months ago

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Sacred Tradition

A/N: Hi again! This was a quick idea that was bouncing around my head for the past two days. This is a little shorter than my last, and I honestly didn't even read through it once I finished typing it out, so... try not to judge me too hard for silly errors. - Hy

Just a special shoutout to @bl0ssomanddie whose compliment made me cheese so hard that I couldn't help but continue trying this whole "posting my writing" thing out.

Warnings: ramblings, momentary angst, fluffy ending

Word Count: 2.8k

Per tradition, Thursday nights were movie nights at Eddie’s little apartment.

Since the whole Vecna thing had gone down, he and Wayne had gotten a good settlement from the government to keep their mouths shut about what they knew, and then another for the accusations and resulting manhunt that had caused Eddie mental anguish and physical harm. As soon as he’d graduated high school, he’d gotten himself a little apartment on the nicer side of town, moving out of the house he and Wayne had been moved into once the trailer park was deemed unlivable. As soon as the town was cleared for entry, you’d taken a flight from your college town on the east coast to head back to your hometown, where your friends were. (Not that it looked the same, since the government had to jump through hoops to fix up what Vecna had left behind. Or officially, the “earthquake.”) The only reason you knew anything about Vecna was because Eddie had written almost a journal’s worth of letters to you, with polaroid photograph evidence, and testimonials from his friends before he’d been sworn to secrecy. So naturally, when you’d come home, you’d been panicked to see him and hear about the story in person. You had just entered your junior year of college, but after the chaos of Hawkins splitting open, you couldn’t bear to be away anymore. You decided you were staying in town, and you’d finish your degree at your local college, while you worked locally. Fridays were the only weekdays you didn’t have class, and thus had started your movie night tradition.

By the time you’d gotten your degree and gotten your own little apartment in town, you’d both felt it was inappropriate to change sacred movie night tradition. Eddie didn’t work at the shop on Fridays, and you didn’t work the opening shift at the store, so Thursdays continued to work. Sometimes, however, Eddie liked to break tradition and hold movie night at your place instead.

That particular Thursday, Eddie’s oven unit had been acting up, so he’d called you to request the change in venue, and you didn’t mind it one bit. A functioning oven was a must, otherwise you couldn’t cook your instant stovetop popcorn, and neither of you would dare do movie night without your popcorn. He arrived early, as you were getting home from work, so you left him to his own devices while you went to shower and get into your comfiest sweats.

Typically, with Eddie’s endless supply of energy, he usually found something productive to do with it. However, he was typically in his own apartment, which meant he could pick up one of his current reads when he was bored and read until you gave him attention again. At your place, however, it was a little harder to find a way to tamp down his energy. He chose to just read anything and everything with text that was on your coffee table. This included a mailer ad you’d received for a car, an electrical bill that was annoyingly lower than his own, and a fashion catalog. The problem was that none of these things were near interesting enough, so when he saw an open journal tucked in the bottom shelf of the coffee table, he had to grab it.

He started flipping through pages of random notes you’d made: movies you wanted to watch, a word you wanted to look up in a dictionary, a D&D campaign idea for Eddie, and then a bunch of blank pages. As he was about to give up on that, he flipped to a later page on accident, and saw you’d doodled a bunch of hearts, and in the middle was your name… with his last name tacked on. It stopped him in his tracks, and he just stared down at the page awhile, trying to process if he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. After he gathered his bearings again, he flipped through more pages, and found his name doodled all over the edges of the pages, and hearts. He also found plenty more instances of your name with his Munson surname. Feeling that he’d definitely seen something he wasn’t supposed to, he closed the journal and put it on the coffee table, halfway covering it with a TV guide that was on the side table beside him, and sitting back on the couch, tense.

When you were done with your shower and fully dressed, you came out, scrunching your hair dry with your towel. You smiled when you entered the living room, “ready for some Gremlins?” He gave you a strange smile and a stiff nod, but you didn’t read too much into it, knowing Eddie had a tendency of being weird at times. Instead, you went to grab the movie from the shelf, tossing the box to him before going to prepare the popcorn. He was quiet while you did so, but again, you tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. When everything was ready, you headed to the couch with the bowl of popcorn in arm.

You were about to take your usual seat curled up with him when you spotted your journal on the coffee table, underneath a TV guide. Only you hadn’t left the journal there earlier that morning. When you realized what must have happened, your stomach sank to your toes, and you sat a respectable distance from him as the movie previews began. You put the popcorn bowl in the space between you, and tried to calm your now racing heart as the movie began. Usually, movie nights together were full of laughter and silly comments, especially when watching movies you’d already seen a million times. This time was not like those times. Unfortunately, he was too shocked at this new information to be normal, and you were too petrified that he knew how you felt to act cool. It meant that the whole movie night was weird and tense, and when it was time for him to go, you tried to act as normal as possible, waving before closing the door and locking it behind him, and then collapsing on the ground to stare at the hardwood and contemplate just about every life decision you’d ever made.

You shouldn’t have left your journal in your living room. It was such a stupid mistake. One you never made. But you hadn’t expected Eddie to change plans and decide to go to your place instead of his own, so it hadn’t even crossed your mind until you’d seen it there. You couldn’t be upset with him, he knew he was welcome to look through whatever you left in your living room. He knew not to snoop in your bedroom, but living room was fair game. He had seen your deepest, darkest secret. You had been so good about hiding your crush on Eddie. You’d never once let on, at least not in your eyes, and he certainly never seemed to notice. You thought you were in the clear. But the way he’d tensed around you today? That was all the information you needed. Not only did he not know prior to now, but he was uncomfortable around you now that he did know. Needless to say, you would not be speaking with Eddie anytime soon.

Eddie stood outside your door for a few minutes after you’d closed it, and he’d heard the lock turn. He stared at the parking lot a few yards away, just trying to process what he’d just experienced. If he’d understood correctly, his best friend was writing her name with his last name in her journal, surrounded by hearts… meaning she liked him. More importantly, she returned his feelings. He’d been in love with her for so long, but had never had the nerve to take things to the next level, for fear she’d reject him. Now, there was no more fear of that.

But he’d done something much, much worse, instead. He’d made it seem like he wasn’t interested. It was an accident! He had seen that information, and he couldn’t wrap his mind around what he’d read! So he’d let things get tense and awkward, and then he couldn’t very well do anything about it, because he had the distinct feeling she’d seen what he’d been doing. He’d succeeded at making her uncomfortable, and that was about it. He looked back at the door after his entire thought process had concluded, and noticed your living room lights were out, so you’d definitely retreated to your bedroom. He wouldn’t knock again, so instead he hurried to his car and raced home, before calling you and nearly chewing his nails off as he waited for you to pick up. When you didn’t, he called again. And again. On the fourth time, he got a busy signal instead of just no response. He went to bed with a heavy heart that night, afraid you hated him now.

You’d heard the phone ring the first time, and you just knew it had to be Eddie. Surely, he wanted to smooth things over and let you down easy, but you really didn’t want to hear the pity in his voice. So you’d covered your ears with your pillow, and hoped the phone would stop ringing. Instead, he called again, and again. So after the third time, you just took the phone off the hook and hoped he’d get the hint. You waited an agonizing twenty minutes before putting it back in its place and then finally letting yourself get to sleep, knowing you’d have nightmares that night. The next morning, you took yourself to your favorite coffee shop as a treat, figuring you could at least do something nice for yourself considering your relationship with your best friend was imploding entirely.

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie had gone to your apartment early to try and find you before work, only to find your car missing from the parking lot. He then tried the store you worked at, and didn’t see your car there, either. He waited a bit, in front of the store, before deciding to just go home and give you some space. On his way to his apartment, he found himself instead turning onto Wayne’s street, to try and get some advice. Wayne wasn’t home either, so he collapsed onto the old man’s couch and ended up falling asleep there. He’d get his uncle’s advice when he got home, surely.

You had no idea the trouble eddie had gone to to find you, so you went about your workday as normally as you could. Thankfully, your boss suggested closing early that night, and you grabbed takeout and headed straight home, refusing to speak to anyone. You found yourself watching one of your favorite romantic films, working yourself up about the whole situation despite not actually having spoken to Eddie about it all. You just didn’t want to see the pity on his face when he let you down easy. You’d much rather he just pretended nothing ever happened.

The next day, the only reason you’d had peace was because Eddie worked Saturdays at the shop. It was his longest shift. He got paid extra for it, since no one else wanted to work Saturdays. That meant that by the time he got home that night, he was too tired to pester you, and fell asleep quickly. But the next day, he was determined to follow Wayne’s advice. He woke up extra early, picking up your favorite drink and pastry from your favorite coffee shop, and headed to your apartment. He knew that knocking wouldn’t be helpful, so he had gotten there just in time to wait outside your car until you left for work.

When you opened your front door and saw the familiar mop of curls by your car, your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. You took steadying breaths, and tried to remain calm. Once your door was locked, you walked towards your car with your eyes on the sidewalk, then the asphalt. You unlocked your car door and he appeared at your side to hand you the drink and pastry. You looked up at him silently, before taking the treats with a soft thanks, putting the cup in its cupholder and the pastry on your passenger seat. He grabbed your arm, however, to keep you from getting in the car yourself. “Please,” he said simply.

You stared at the hand on your arm and closed your eyes a moment, before letting out a breath and responding, “I really don’t want to talk right now, I’m going to be late for work.” But that excuse didn’t work with him, because he knew what time you had to be at work to open the store.

“We need to talk, please. You haven’t talked to me in two full days. Thursday night, you avoided my calls. I’m not leaving until you talk to me, and I’m not letting you leave either,” he used his position to switch you, and close your car door - leaning on it for good measure. You took a breath and stared at him, expression unreadable, before shaking your head.

“No, I don’t really have anything to say, and I don’t need you to say anything either. Everything is fine and normal and great and I’ll talk to you later,” you tried to avoid the situation entirely, but your attempt proved fruitless.

“Nope,” he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I’m not leaving until you talk to me, sweetheart. That’s not how we work, and you know it.”

“You shouldn’t have snooped,” you said simply, “you shouldn’t have gone through my journal.”

He blinked, surprised that you’d bring it up first. “Well- yeah, that’s probably true. And I’m sorry about that, really, I am. But I’m not mad I saw what I saw, you know?”

This time it was your turn to look surprised, your eyebrows scrunching together in confusion. “What do you mean? You sat there, stiff as a board, all night. If my feelings make you that uncomfortable, I don’t know what you possibly want to talk to me about. I got it, you’re not interested, okay? I don’t need you to-”

Eddie laughed and covered your mouth gently with his hand, effectively shutting you up, but shocking you as you stared up at him with wide eyes at the audacity. “Can you let me finish? I wasn’t uncomfortable about your feelings, okay? I was sitting there for an hour and a half, trying to figure out if the girl I’ve been totally pining over for ages actually doodled her name with mine, or if I was entirely insane. And then you got stiff as a board, and I thought for sure I’d messed everything up. Do you know how long I stood outside your door after you locked up? Probably like, fifteen to twenty minutes. Standing there. And then when I ran home to call you, you didn’t pick up. Those are mixed signals if I’ve ever seen ‘em,” he pointed out, slowly retracting his hand from your mouth.

“First of all,” you pointed your finger in his face in a familiar sassy attitude that made him feel a little more comfortable than your previous silence. “Don’t you ever shut me up like that again, I’ll kill you. Second of all, I- what?” You finally deflated, puzzled at his admission and not fully grasping it. “I don’t understand, so… you weren’t uncomfortable with my feelings? You were uncomfortable with… the not knowing? And I don’t understand, why did you stand at my door-” Eddie laughed warmly at your rambling, cheeks pink, and that time shut you up an entirely different way - by grabbing your face in his hands and leaning down to kiss you.

You felt like your heart might explode, and the butterflies in your stomach erupted like nothing you’d ever felt before. It took a moment before you finally closed your eyes and let yourself melt into it, before pushing him away from you with a pouty angry look, making his own eyes go wide this time. “I told you not to shut me up, Edward,” you huffed, though your flushed cheeks said you weren’t really angry with him. He hummed and brought his hands to your hips, pulling you closer to him as he leaned down to kiss your cheek this time.

“Oops. You should get to work, you’re really gonna be late…” he teased, and you smacked his arm.

“You’re driving me to work today. And you’re driving me home. And buying me pizza,” you told him simply.

“Yeah,” he grinned. “I think I can handle that.”

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upon-sunflower-trails · 3 months ago

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hunger hurts but starving works (when it costs too much to love)

viktor x reader | oneshot | 4178 words

slowburn, yearning, angst with a happy ending

warnings: one brief mention of reader wearing a skirt

You hadn't attended the Academy for long before you met Viktor. You wanted to further the technological advancements of Piltover through what knowledge you already had but always sought to learn more. It was what was expected of you.

You kept to yourself, focusing solely on your work and not much else.

Viktor was the same way. The two of you had to be top of all of your classes, the way you committed yourselves to your work. It only made sense that you would be partnered up for your final project in one of Heimerdinger's classes.

It started with simple meetings in the library to discuss what direction you wanted to take the project.

You doodled on your notes, humming to yourself. You were usually so much more studious than this, but a less-than-ideal week had you in a slump where all you could wish for was finishing the rest of the week under your duvet.

Viktor narrowed his eyes, much to your discomfort. You knew he was probably writing you off as spacey, incapable. The anxiety clawed at your throat as he spoke.

"You seem distracted."

It was the most he'd said to you outside of the classroom, and of course it had to be negative. You felt your cheeks warm as you huffed, setting down your pencil.

"It's... I'm okay, just..." You struggled to find the words. You hadn't meant for your burnout to carry over into such an important project, let alone one where somebody else was relying on you. You knew you could finish your work on your own time, but he didn't know that— he didn't know anything about you.

He waved off your attempt. "It's fine." He was back to scribbling away on the paper, though you could still feel his judgment.

In his presence, your mouth moved before your brain could. You blurted out the very thing that had been on your mind all week.

"You know, this wasn't always my dream."

Your voice came out hushed, unsure, as if saying the words aloud would get you into some sort of trouble. The boy from across the table's writing ceased, perking up even as his eyes stayed trained on the page in front of him.

"... Go on," he urged. This was the first time either of you had a real conversation, and his tone caused warmth to spread through you.

You straightened up in your seat, adjusting your skirt from beneath the table. "I... I wanted to be an artist, for the longest time," Your fingers traced the indents in the wooden table as you spoke. "To paint the beauty life had to offer me, mold clay into the things I loved the most, sketch people who came in and out of my life."

Your tone was somber as you watched the shapes your fingertips drew into the surface. Viktor turned his attention from his work to you now, brow quirked upwards.

"Yet you're here, studying sciences and technology?" His words were careful as he sized you up, causing you to let out a dry chuckle.

"I know, it makes no sense when I put it that way. But... sometimes you have to give up certain passions to fulfill what you need to become." You chewed on the inside of your cheek, finally picking your pen back up as you finished your ramble. As you met the golden eyes of the boy across from you, you suddenly felt small under his gaze. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, fidgeting with the pen in your grasp. "Ah, anyways, I'll get back to work on my half of the project."

Viktor shook his head, giving you a small smile. It struck you then that you had never seen him genuinely smile before. "It's ok. I like hearing you talk."

The awkward silences of your meetings eventually gave way to comfortable chatter, and both of you finished the project earlier than expected. Even then, you still found excuses to be in the other's company. Whether it was grabbing a quick bite to eat after Viktor had neglected to eat a meal that day or working quietly on individual projects, simply happy to be near each other.

That was how your friendship with Viktor began.

The two of you only grew closer, discussing every and any topic you could think of until one of you decided the other needed rest. You didn’t go a day without talking to him, until eventually he was a research assistant, and you were on your way to becoming a somewhat-known technological researcher at the Academy.

When Viktor met Jayce and vouched for him, you immediately supported their endeavors. There weren’t many topics that brought such a light to Viktor’s eye, so seeing the way his passion ignited over simple meetings with the man was enough to convince you.

You would bring them food when they had been working for hours with no break, slipping an extra baked good to Viktor when you thought Jayce wasn’t looking. When you finally went on your own way with a smile, Jayce sent his colleague a knowing look.

Focusing on your own work was growing easier, as you found yourself living vicariously through the two men you had grown so much closer to. Their passion was enough to ignite your own, and you became more and more renowned by your peers. Living became easier with Viktor at your side, as the two of you would go out for lunch together every now and again, with Jayce always insisting he had “too much work to do.”

You did your best to ignore your little crush on Viktor. You had always admired him, how could you not? But you knew better than anyone that it was much more than admiration. He would come to your home on days he knew you weren’t feeling yourself, comforting you with just his presence.

Those feelings were pushed aside as best as you knew how. It was just a silly crush; Viktor was just a close friend, after all. He was so hard at work anyways, there was really no use in chasing after him or ever hoping for more.

Even with Jayce constantly teasing you when Viktor left the room for a moment, you pushed down whatever feelings you had for the boy. It was just a simple schoolgirl crush. You would get over it, and Viktor would continue to achieve success with whatever he and Jayce had been working on.

You'd been startled awake at your desk one night, dozing off while in the middle of researching a new method of transcribing information in Piltover, using a newly developed piece of technology that you couldn't quite remember the name of. Hair pooling out around your head resting against the desk, you were jolted from sleep as the door to your room was flung open.

An exclamation of your name from a familiar voice was enough for you to whirl around in your seat. Viktor stood there, beaming brightly as he leaned against the doorway.

"We've done it."

“Viktor! Jayce,” you called, hugging both men tightly as you raced over to where they stood. Jayce gaped at you, wide smile on his face.

“You made it? I thought that-”

“You had a presentation to give on your newest findings,” Viktor finished, looking at you with a raised brow. Despite his concern, you didn’t miss the way the corners of his lips twitched into a small smile.

Waving off their concerns, you beamed. “You didn’t think I’d miss your big moment, did I?” Your gaze lingered on Viktor for a moment longer before Jayce was called to the stage. In seven years, you still held the same admiration for the man.

“I’m proud of you, Viktor.” You smiled at him, cheeks heating up slightly as he sent a smirk your way.

“Jayce is the one who’s out there giving the speech, making this possible for both of us. You should save the congratulatory statements for when he gets off stage.”

You scoffed at his words. “I’m being serious. I know how much this means to you in particular. I’m really, really happy for you.”

He had only given you a short ‘thank you’ before you moved into the crowd, hoping to listen to the speech in its entirety. You weren’t sure exactly how Jayce’s speech was supposed to go, but you could tell something was off—especially if the way Viktor reacted when you congratulated the both of them afterwards was anything to go off. You did your best to ignore whatever animosity was lingering between the two as you went on your way, rushing back to where your presentation was taking place.

You didn’t need the men to know that you’d had to delay your own moment just to be there to witness theirs.

It was after that night, as you mulled over the way your heart had fluttered when you embraced Viktor, the way your day brightened noticeably more with him around even after all these years, that you came to the realization that you were in love with him.

When he invited you out the next day to lunch, you found yourself unable to focus even as he lightly ranted to you about his problems with Jayce.

“...Y/N? Are you listening?”

His voice cut into your thoughts as your head snapped up, looking at him with wide eyes as you stopped stirring your drink.

“Uh, yeah... Yeah, of course I am, Viktor.”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You really are always so easily distracted.” The smile he gave you made your heart soar as you laughed.

You pushed your feelings aside for one more day as he rambled on, confiding in you. You could’ve painted a thousand pictures just from the way that look in his eyes made you feel.

The rest of the day was spent on your own as you worked endlessly on research and trials, allowing yourself only a brief respite when you took short breaks to eat. You worked through the night, only stopping when you got news of what had happened.

You were the first one to know when Viktor had collapsed. You’d dropped everything and rushed to his side, tears pricking at your eyes when you finally saw the state he was in.

Doctors, nurses, really anybody who came in and out of the room, spoke in hushed tones while glancing at you. It wasn’t until they confirmed you were who they thought that they finally indulged in Viktor’s state with you.

You’d held your tongue, nodding along with their words while your eyes flitted over to the man you loved, lying comatose on a cot. You slept in the uncomfortable hospital chair, jerking awake every time hospital staff entered and exited the room. Jayce joined you eventually, sending a sympathetic glance your way.

When Viktor finally stirred, he only quietly asked you how much time he had left. You hadn’t been able to answer, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you did your best to quell your tears.

You stayed with him most of the time, not wanting to leave his side for the duration of his stay. You knew he could take care of himself, advocate for himself, but you were afraid. Afraid of what might happen if you left him alone, frightened that if you dared to leave you would get the news that he had passed.

He insisted on you holding his hand in yours as he slept, believing that your touch would be what kept him from slipping away while he was sleeping.

You obeyed.

But you weren’t sure how to handle it in any semblance of a platonic way.

You were there when he was finally cleared to leave, as he clung to you like a lifeline once the both of you left. For as long as you’d known him, you’d never seen him look so defeated. Even once you took him home, helping him get settled back in.

You almost wanted him to beg you to stay, insist on staying however many nights he needed, but you knew that wouldn’t be good for either of you.

Viktor suggested stargazing with you once he was discharged from the hospital. Even though he needed your help after stumbling, a steady hand on the small of his back as you climbed to the hill you’d went to think many times throughout your time as an Academy student.

The two of you sat there in silence for a long while, shoulders touching. You hugged your knees to your chest as you took in the stars decorating the sky. It took everything in your power not to stare at the man next to you.

“I used to stare at the stars as a child constantly.”

Viktor’s voice finally put an end to the silence. You looked at him now, tilting your head.

“What?”

“In Zaun, I would look out at the sky every night and count the stars. I thought about how the night sky in Zaun was the same night sky over Piltover. And yet...” He swallowed thickly, still glaring at the sky.

You could sense the bitterness in his voice as he tensed up—you knew what he meant. Experimentally, you wrapped an arm around him. His tension eased ever so slightly at your touch.

“I only want to make things better. For everyone.” You winced at just how quiet his voice had become. “Even if I... don’t have much longer.”

You pulled him closer to your side, shaking your head. “Viktor, you’ve already done so much. I know you don’t feel you should be proud of yourself, but...” Trailing off, you instead focused on the proximity of you both while looking at the constellations in the sky.

“Thank you, Y/N. Truly.”

Another pause, filled with all the things left unsaid between the two of you over seven years. You interrupted the quiet this time.

“I’ve always wondered how it would feel to burn out as a star.”

It was the man’s turn to be perplexed by you now. He let out an incredulous laugh, shifting towards you. “Whatever do you mean?”

Picking at the grass beneath you, you huffed out a sigh. “How it would feel to finally use up every last bit of energy you have, until all the light you have stops shining. Sometimes...” You shook your head, opening your mouth to continue. “No, it’s-”

Viktor nudged you with his shoulder, cutting you off. “Don’t say it’s stupid. Even your ramblings have value. I want to hear it.”

There was no point in arguing, then. You steadied the rapid pace of your heart as you began to speak, ignoring the heat rising to your face.

“... Sometimes, I wonder if burning out as a star would be easier than continuing to work myself to the bone as I am now. If all the pressure I feel now could mix with the heat and push me past the point of burning brightly, so I could flicker and collapse instead.”

Viktor intertwined his fingers with yours as you spoke, gaze trained intently on your face. You tried to ignore the way it was making you feel.

“If you ever tire of being a dying star, think of yourself as a supernova instead.” He gave you a small smile. “A star burning out sounds more final. Saying you wish to be a supernova is much better.”

You both chuckled at his suggestion as Viktor squeezed your hand just a bit tighter.

He moved to face you, whetting his lips as he opened his mouth, as if to speak, before quickly stopping himself. He leaned in, just by a hair, and your heart jumped. You panicked, and in that moment, you quickly scrambled to hug him.

Silence enveloped the moment yet again, but it was more comfortable this time. You cherished the moment, deciding not to move away from the embrace just yet, but also neglecting to comment on it.

A fail to kiss is a fail to cope.

After that night, you didn’t hear from Viktor for a while—even though you had caught him with flushed cheeks, eyes darting down to your lips as he struggled to focus on gazing at just the stars. You did your best to convince yourself that he was busy. That he wasn’t pushing you away on purpose, running away because he’d figured out your feelings.

And when ash rained down upon the majority of Piltover, your mind immediately went to Viktor. Hearing about the attack, in the building you knew he was in, caused you to spiral. There were already so many confirmed deaths, you couldn’t bear to think that he was one of them. Jayce was the one to console you through your sobbing before explaining how he had a plan.

Jayce had found a way to save Viktor. Or, at least, prolong the inevitable.

Jayce had called you to the lab in the middle of the day, meaning that you expected the worst. That Viktor could no longer hold on. You were put off by the uncharacteristic silence of the lab, Jayce leaned against the desk with his head in his hands.

“Jayce?” You were almost afraid to speak, not wanting to hear the news you’ve dreaded since Viktor first lost consciousness after Jayce was put on the Council. Thinking of Viktor’s life being cut short before he could accomplish all he wanted, before you could ever tell him all that he meant to you, it was a sickening reality you didn’t want to face. He had been your closest friend for seven years, and now he could be taken from you over circumstances neither of you could control.

The larger man looked at you. “Y/N...” he sucked in a breath. “Viktor, he left.” You scoffed at his words.

“He left? He was on the verge of death just last night, and now you’re telling me that he woke up and left everything?” Jayce’s brows only stayed furrowed, and you knew he was being deathly serious as he explained the situation. The tension, the events leading up to the explosion, what Viktor had said to Jayce before he left. You stood there the entire time, nails digging into your palms in little crescents.

You had to fight the tears back as you pressed Jayce further for answers. “He didn’t say where he was going?”

“No.”

“He didn’t tell you if he was coming back?”

“Y/N, I don’t think he’s coming back.”

A drawn-out, pregnant pause. Your breathing came out trembling, same as your body.

“... He didn’t even say goodbye.”

Your voice was barely audible, wobbly as the tears you had been holding in since the beginning of this encounter finally spilled. You weren’t sure how long you stood there, and you weren’t sure exactly when Jayce had comfortingly pulled you into a hug as he began to cry himself. All you knew was that when you finally pulled away, the sky had bled into orange and red, and you had work to attend to before leaving for the night. You turned on your heel to leave before Jayce spoke again.

“Y/N.” You barely turned back, giving him enough acknowledgement to continue. “I’m going to fix this.”

You nodded, finally leaving the lab. Your heart sat heavy in your chest, feeling as though it was weighing you down the entire walk back to your own home. You didn’t even want to go back there, not with all the memories it seemed to hold. It had been where you and Viktor celebrated your graduation from the Academy, where you would both spend countless hours bouncing ideas off each other, where he would rest after a long day as you cooked his favorite meal as a child (something he’d confided in you shortly after you had first met).

You couldn’t go home, not right now at least.

The cobbled road you walked every night seemed even more desolate than usual. Your feet dragged you to the one place you could think of going. You didn’t want to feel the pain of losing Viktor anymore, thinking of what could have been or why he left you without so much as a curt goodbye.

So, you let the soft tickle of the grass beneath you consume your senses as you stared up at the empty night sky. No gleaming lights, you couldn’t even see the moon at this point. Even in all of its emptiness, you knew it was the same sky that connected you to him. All you needed was one star—to prove that you could continue hoping.

You found nothing.

The chill in the air was biting, a harsh reminder of the fact you no longer had Viktor with you. No one to ponder the origins of constellations with, to lean closer to when you dramatically whispered whatever gossip you had heard around the Academy that day, to warm up when he shivered despite wearing layers of clothing.

Much like the night sky, you were empty.

Word had spread about some sort of messiah appearing, gathering a large following in a short span of time. Your interest was piqued, as the thought of someone healing such ailments made you think of him. If you could enter the commune, perhaps speak to some people about the miracles being performed, you could find him and take him there.

Yet as you stepped into the commune, assuring those at the front of the oasis that you had nothing of danger on your person, a wave of familiarity washed over you.

It was beautiful, that you couldn’t deny. It was the sort of place you would never have wanted to leave, had it not been for the mission you were on. You chatted idly with residents of the commune, listening as they spoke so highly of their herald.

It wasn’t until you saw him, glassy eyes meeting your own, that the dam burst, and you felt all the emotions you’d felt when you were twenty-five bubbling back to the surface.

You weren’t sure how you ended up in his arms from across the expanse of land, sobbing into his chest as he held you. It felt right, even as words you couldn’t hear nor understand fell from your lips as Viktor’s grip on you only tightened.

When you finally calmed down, he pulled you into the place he resided and explained everything. You only understood some of what he was saying, still blinded by relief that he was here, he was real, he was alive.

Viktor had changed noticeably, not that you cared. He looked more beautiful than ever, which you admitted to him breathlessly when you were both finally away from prying eyes. He had only chuckled at your compliment, spouting off something about what he’d learned in his time away.

When an uncomfortable moment of silence finally passed, you were the first to jump at the opportunity to tell Viktor all the things you were afraid you would never get to tell him.

“I’m in love with you.” His eyes flickered with an emotion you couldn’t quite pinpoint, throat bobbing as he took in your words.

“... I am... not the same person you once knew.”

“I don’t care. I never cared, it’s not about your condition or whatever afflictions you have. I held back for so long, because I was afraid. I convinced myself that I would ruin any of your chances of success by simply confessing my feelings for you. I’ve been waiting for seven years; I’m not waiting any longer.”

A small, imperceptible smile etched onto his features as he moved to take you in his arms again. He rested his forehead against yours, hands settling comfortably on your hips.

“Your patience is admirable, really.”

And he finally kissed you, a slow, passionate combination of desperation and relief, his resolve slipping for a moment as he grabbed at whatever he could take. You didn’t mind, you only further offered yourself up. Once you both parted, it was as if the world was shining just a little brighter.

“Let me promise myself to you, here and now, to make up for lost time,” he pleaded, eyes glossy as he stared into yours. “I just have to warn you, that I’ve... truly changed.”

“No matter how you’ve changed, you still live under the same night sky as you always have,” you muttered, brushing a strand of hair from his face. He had so much to show you, to tell you about. He had seven years and an eternity to make up for, after all.

He was finally letting you into his life, with no barriers or inhibitions. Eternally intertwining both of your futures, without fear of ruined success or what could have been. He held out his hand, a symbol of the promise he had made.

Wordlessly, you took it. You knew you would have to be a fool to deny him now.

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silksongeveryday · 8 months ago

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Drawing Hornet everyday until Silksong comes out - Day 600!

Here’s a quick 30 min doodle to celebrate! :D

Man time really flies huh

Thank you guys for 3.1k btw!!!

And big thank you to those who have joined me in this wild journey of daily doodles no matter how long you’ve been here. Truly did not expect what started as a joke to make it this far lol

(more stuff I wanted to talk about under the cut)

-A few updates-

General Stuff:

Well, life has been generally pretty busy. And while that’s made it a little more challenging to do daily doodles as of late, it’s been alright for the most part. Some of you may have noticed though that a lot of my daily posts have been showing up as much as 1-2 hours later than the regular time. Unfortunately with all the stuff I’ve been taking care of lately, putting a daily doodle/drawing on top of the pile means it’ll be late very often. I kind of have an unofficial job irl now so this stuffs hard to juggle sometimes.

Hornet’s Strange Adventures:

Initially I was hoping to get a lot of stuff done for this game during October but some recent job stuff is making that pretty hard to do. I probably won’t be able to make any significant progress on this game until very late October and into November. So if you were looking forward to big updates on progress, it sadly won’t be for a while, sorry. Outside of that though, I can at least say that all the routes have been thoroughly planned out from start to finish including the secret route. This includes rewriting some choices that have already been seen during the game’s time on ssed.

About Doodle Requests

I haven’t had them open for a while anyway, but I’ve finally come to the decision that I will no longer be taking doodle requests through tumblr asks/inbox. As fun as it was in the beginning, I often found myself trying to fulfill requests on the daily and that was stressful. That being said, it doesn’t necessarily mean I’m stopping requests entirely. I just don’t really want to do them for free anymore. Since I’m on Hornet Journal Series still, it’s a long way away before anything happens, but there’s a likely chance I’ll only do commissioned doodle requests whenever they re-open. We’ll see as it gets closer though.

Thoughts on taking an actual break:

I’ve mentioned this a lot in the past both here on ssed and on my main blog, but I’ve been seriously considering taking a break. Like a real one. Not just a “I’m gonna stockpile a bunch of doodles and pick it back up when I run out” kind of break. Especially with the way life has been going lately (mostly positive at least), I feel as though I may have to retire from daily doodles somewhat soon if there is no official news by the time this blog hits its 2 year mark. Don’t get me wrong I’ve loved doing this for the almost two years that it’s been going but at some point I’ll have to move on from this whether I like it or not. Does this mean that activity on this blog stops altogether? No. I just won’t be doing daily doodles anymore. There’s a more likely chance it would end up being weekly, or possibly monthly. Just not daily anymore.

Whatever the case, that decision will be considered more when 2 years gets closer. Until then just enjoy daily doodles while they’re still here!

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I think that’s all I can think of to say right now. Might post more thoughts on my main maybe?? We’ll see

Thank you again to all the lovely people that have been here during this crazy journey, you guys are awesome :D

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leighsartworks216 · 2 years ago

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You Have A Type, Don't You?

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Based on this post

I wrote this instead of doing any of the work I need to do! I'm gonna go do that now lol

Warnings: innuendos, minor references to sex, the barest hints of jealousy

Word Count: 1,601

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Your pencil scratched across the paper, drawing Astarion over and over again on a single page. This wasn’t anything surprising; you drew all of your companions. Gale, Wyll, Karlach, Shadowheart, Lae’zel - they all had pages of their own, but it was usually only one drawing. Some had even posed for it. It was just a way to relax, and their faces always lit up when you showed them, even if they tried not to show it.

Everyone needed a break from fighting and exploring day in day out, so you decided one more day here wouldn’t hurt. As such, you’ve spent the better half of the day just drawing. At first it was little doodles of Scratch, but then you realized you hadn’t drawn the vampire spawn yet.

Most of the expressions you captured came from memory. You’d occasionally sneak a glance for quick reference, pretending to stretch or get distracted by some birds. But at some point, he’d disappeared from camp. You just assumed he’d gone off hunting.

That assumption was proved quite wrong when a voice tsked over your shoulder, almost directly in your ear.

Startling away from the sound, you whipped around to see Astarion crouched down. He wore a self-satisfied smirk and settled down into a full sit on the ground.

“It seems someone is infatuated,” he teased. “So who is it? Someone we saved from peril, perhaps?”

Oh. Right. It had completely slipped your mind.

You cleared your throat as your cheeks warmed and smiled. “Y-Yeah, something like that.”

He chuckled. “Come on, darling, there’s nothing to be shy about. Spare none of the juicy details. What’s he like?”

“He’s, well,” you stammer, “he’s interesting.”

He scoffed. “That’s hardly juicy or a detail. Or is he just another pretty face?” He leaned forward, trying to get a better look at your drawings. You wanted to pull them away and hide them, but why? All the others had drawings done of them, and you loved showing it off when they were done. Why was this any different?

“No, he’s a lot more than that,” you admit quietly. You weren’t good at lying - usually Astarion took the lead any time you had to - but maybe if you didn’t tell a complete lie… “He’s funny, charming. His laugh lights up my world. He’s had a rough go of it, but he doesn’t like it to show.”

“He must like you if you know,” he hummed. Your heart leapt into your throat as he pointed to the pin pricks drawn on the neck. “Is he a vampire, too?” He chuckled, but it sounded strained. “You have a type, don’t you?”

You scoffed even as warmth flooded to your cheeks. “No! I do not have a type.”

“No, of course not,” he played along. “Certainly not for creatures of the night who bite into that pretty little neck of yours.” Despite his smile, there was a tension in his eyes. “I don’t mind, dear. I’d be more than happy to scrounge around some nights so you may indulge your new lover.”

You shook your head. “You don’t have to do that, Astarion,” you assured. “He’s not… We’re not together.”

“No?” You shook your head again. He opened his mouth to give you advice or console you, but you cut him off. It was better to end this fantasy now, before it began to hurt too much.

“It doesn’t matter. Besides, you shouldn’t be sneaking around so you can look over my shoulder. I could have been drawing something terrible.”

He laughed. “All the more reason to risk a peek. You’re so good, it would be nice to know you can be tempted.” Then he scowled. “Unless it’s something terribly dull. You deserve much more than missionary.”

If your cheeks weren’t already blazing hot…

“In any case, I was only wondering when you’d draw my portrait. You seemed more than happy to provide the others with a likeness. And…” He looked past you, seemingly far away. “I haven’t seen myself in two centuries. One gets curious, especially when you’re as vain as me.”

If he heard your heart start racing, he didn’t comment on it. Drawing him would make him realize it wasn’t some other vampire crush you were drawing. But, it had been a while since your adventure began, and you’d drawn everyone else. You swallowed down your anxiety. “Yeah! Of course! Did you wanna pose, or anything?”

He blinked and suddenly he was back in the present. A sly smirk covered up whatever emotions could be lingering on his face. “If your little vampire friend doesn’t get too jealous. I would actually like if you could draw me just,” he paused, “smiling. It would be nice to know what everyone else sees. Make sure I’m not off-putting, you know how it is.”

Once he was sitting comfortably, you turned to a fresh page and began drawing. The paper was hidden from his view, but he watched as your hand, wrist, and arm all moved in tandem like a clock’s gears to create an image. Your eyes moved between the sketch and him multiple times. Sometimes you’d glance up and draw for almost a minute. Then other times you kept going back and forth, constantly checking for reference.

Watching you work was fascinating. All your surroundings faded away. Karlach being her usual loud self, Wyll dancing, Gale cooking, Lae’zel sharpening weapons - nothing could turn your attention from him. He almost felt subconscious with the intensity of it. Your eyes studied him, taking in every single feature, and translated it to your journal. What did you see when you looked at him, he wondered. What did the world see? It had been so long, he couldn’t even remember his face. All he knew was he was attractive.

With a final few marks, brushed away to blend them into the rest, you looked down at your masterpiece. You were so caught up in the drawing you forgot why you were hesitant before, but now that Astarion stared at you from two different angles, your anxiety came back full force. There was no way out of this.

“All done, dear?”

You smiled shakily up at him and turned the journal around. His face scrunched up in confusion. When he met your eyes, he was decidedly unamused. “Darling, if you’re going to draw your fleeting fancy, don’t trick me first. I know it’s hard to see past the depraved bloodlust, but we don’t all look alike, you know.”

“No, Astarion, it’s not- I-”

While you fought to find words, Karlach picked up the slack. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she shouted across the camp, “IT’S YOU, FANGS!”

Dread washed over you. You closed your eyes. If a merciful god was going to kill you and rid you of this embarrassment, now would be the time. A bolt of lightning, perhaps. You’d even welcome decapitation.

You risked a glance when you felt your book being tugged carefully from your hands. His eyes were wide, mouth slightly open as he tried to comprehend what the fuck had just happened. Gods, now he was going to leave camp. You buried your face in your hands. He was going to pack everything up and leave before the sun even touched the horizon. And you’d never see him again. Maybe you’d go find Cazador yourself, just to kill the bastard.

“All these drawings… are me? Darling?”

You inhaled deeply and lowered your hands, but you couldn’t bear looking at him. He could stab you with his dagger and you’d apologize to him for it all. Hell, you’d let him drink you dry if it meant leaving this all behind you. “You’re very pretty,” you admitted quietly. “I didn’t know how to ask, and just- You can rip the pages out, burn them, whatever makes you feel better. And if you leave, I won’t blame you or chase after you or-”

“I’m not upset.” Your head never shot up so fast. “Well, a little. You’re not subtle when you stare, you know. I thought you were just uncomfortable being around a vampire, but this…” He turned back to the portrait you’d just finished. “This is really what I look like?”

You swallowed away a small portion of the shame. At least he wasn’t running away. “As best as I can capture you, anyway. Y-You’ve got these sharp eyes, and your hair curls around your ears, and you get little wrinkles around your eyes and mouth when you laugh - and I just like drawing you.”

The page flipped over again. The page of expressions, capturing everything you described. When he smiled full and bright his fangs were on full display, accented by the laugh lines on either side of his mouth. And the puncture wounds on his neck…

“Ah, so when I said you had a type…” He chuckled, but it didn’t hold as much warmth as usual.

“Your laugh does light up my world,” you admit. His red eyes were on you in an instant, flickering over your whole face. “Just, for the record.”

He glanced at the drawings once more, contemplative. Then, he held the book back out to you. “I wouldn’t be… opposed to trying this. Whatever this is.”

You reached out to take it, but he pulled it away. “But, no more sneaking glances across camp when you want to draw me. I would be delighted to model for you again, in any pose your sweet heart can concoct.” He held the book out again. “Deal?”

You grabbed onto the book, finally relaxing as you smiled. “Deal.”

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jenscx · 2 years ago

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BET ON IT — ahn yujin x f!reader

stereotypical jock ahn yujin is given a bet by her friends; take you, one of the smartest students in school, on a date. too bad you’re aware of the bet.

TAGS — literally all fluff, jock!yujin, yuj gets rejected a lot, popular x kinda nerd trope, ice hockey players r so fine, cursing

WORDCOUNT — 4.3k

when you first stepped into your new class, the tall brunette girl sitting at the back had caught your eye. she was wearing a varsity jacket and on her face adorned a boyish grin.

your cheeks had heated up when she sent a glance your way, and that’s when you realised, you had just found your newest object of infatuation. ahn yujin was just another hallway crush, blending into the crowd of high schoolers and standing out when she passed by your locker. she was eye candy for you and whenever you would see her, your day got significantly better.

once you were more settled in the school, you found out that yujin was unobtainable. way out of your league. a typical jock with a scholarship to an ivy league school. one that cared for neither studies nor academics. her only passion? playing ice hockey and with people’s hearts.

you had realised the latter when passing by a toilet cubicle. the sobs inside were too emotional and excruciating to ignore. despite your best efforts, your fist ended up knocking on the door and you had asked, “are you okay in there?”

inside of the cubicle was a girl, sobbing her eyes out. apparently, ahn yujin had promised to take her out on a date and even invited her back to her house but ended up ditching her. you had frowned, you could never have imagined the puppy-like girl you saw on the first day doing such a thing.

your infatuation for her slowly disappeared as you heard more and more stories of the atrocious things she would do to people. stomping on flowers, laughing at confessions and spreading rumours about people. ahn yujin was an asshole and a jerk. unfortunately she was an attractive one.

“y/n,” jiwon whispers, “is the answer x equals to negative five?”

you look up from your worksheet, for which you had doodled ahn yujin’s familiar smirk and quickly covered it.

“no. my answer is positive five. i think you made a mistake in the quadratic formula,” you explain, taking a peek at jiwon’s working. jiwon frowns and a shadow appears next to your desk.

the shadow actually startles you slightly. since the end of year examinations were nearing, lessons meant for teaching content were swapped to self-study sessions. normally, not a single person would move around, in fear of jeopardising their grades to fool around with friends.

thus, you were extremely confused as to why ahn yujin stood next to your table, eyes crinkling in a smile.

“hi,” she says, “i wanted to ask, how did you get a positive five for your answer?”

you can only stare at her in shock. due to her scholarship being on the line, you had thought yujin would have the top students tutoring her, as she had to keep an average of 70% for every semester.

so why was she talking to you now? wasn’t jang wonyoung a better option to ask?

“uhm, i think you forgot to…” you stare at her worksheet, “times 2 to the denominator.”

yujin’s eyes widen and you can’t lie that it’s adorable. jiwon shifts next to you nervously and you place a hand over hers, comforting her nerves.

“thanks! i owe you one!”

“oh… there’s no need…”

before you can even complete your sentence, she bounces back to her seat and smiles brightly at you. a quick whip of your head faces you with jiwon.

“did ahn yujin just talk to you?” she mumbles.

you rub the back of your neck, “i guess she did.”

for the first time in three years, you felt your feelings of infatuation resurface. ahn yujin, the girl at the top of your school’s social pyramid, just talked to you? and looked adorable while doing it?

and what does she mean by ‘she owes you’?

you just hoped it wouldn’t interfere with your studies. yujin was an enigma, one that would need countless hours of observation and detailed assessments to figure out her true colours. was her playboy act all a facade? or was this nice and cute classmate that you had actually just another one of her acting personalities to get what she wanted?

there were so many questions in your head that you didn’t even notice the bell ringing.

jiwon pulls you up and links your arms together, flashing a smile which snaps you out of your daydream.

“let’s go meet rei,” she says. you nod in agreement and let yourself be pulled all the way to the cafeteria. only at the table, you realise that you had left your phone back in the classroom.

rei had soon joined the table and you stood up abruptly.

“i left my phone in class, i’ll be back soon!” you inform your friends who wave you off. a quick few steps and you had arrived back at the classroom. notably, it was empty as students had all crammed to the cafeteria for a quick break before going back into revision.

except for the trio that sat at the back.

you raise your eyebrows and instantly recognise the smirk and brown hair of ahn yujin. she had kim gaeul and jang wonyoung sitting beside her, both of which had questioning looks on their face.

without much thought, you were planning to just walk in and take your phone swiftly. yet, the mutter of your name had made you pause in your steps.

“what was that with y/n during class?” wonyoung asks, head tilting in curiosity.

“what was what?”

gaeul scoffs, “you definitely knew how to do that question.”

“hm, did i? didn’t i look more like a stupid jock just needing assistance from one of the top scorers?” yujin laughs.

“you literally have me, the actual top scorer. y/n isn’t so stupid to buy your whole act. she’s actually a challenge,” wonyoung says. despite them discussing your intelligence in the open, you felt pride simmer at wonyoung thinking you were too smart to fall for yujin’s tricks.

“watch me.”

“okay… if she agrees on a date by the end of this month,” gaeul picks at her fingernails, “lunch is on me for the rest of the year.”

yujin chuckles, “it’ll be too easy.”

“and don’t fall for her,” wonyoung adds.

“still easy. this will be the easiest bet of my life.”

you hear the chair scraping against the floor afterwards. still debating on whether to retrieve your phone, you decide to ponder on what the bet entailed for you.

so one, yujin was definitely still a jerk. two, you would have to agree to a date by the end of the month for her to win. and three, she had no idea that you knew of this secret agreement.

huh.

you smile, finally having the upper hand over yujin for once. maybe this bet would teach yujin a lesson and help you live out your young fantasies.

“y/n!” you almost instinctively start to walk faster at the sound of yujin’s voice. all eyes turned to look at you and jiwon’s grip on your wrist tightened.

“good morning,” you nod. in one hand, a chocolate milk carton and in the other, a chemistry textbook.

yujin smiles sheepishly at you, “i was wondering… were you free this afternoon to tutor me in chemistry? i heard you were the top student of our year—”

“i’m not. wonyoung is,” you reply firmly. yujin falters for a second before bouncing back, “she isn’t free today since she has student council duties. i already tried asking her!”

if you didn’t know about the bet, you genuinely would have believed her convincing act.

“ah, well, i’m not free today.”

“oh? why?”

you gesture to jiwon, “going on a date!”

at that point, you hadn’t realised the impact of your words. those four words changed the trajectory of your life.

“d-date?!” yujin gapes.

you thought she looked like a fish. meanwhile, jiwon was desperately trying to drag you away from the crowd that was forming to witness ahn yujin being rejected.

“yup. so i can’t help you,” you say and wave goodbye to yujin, who stays rooted to the ground, almost jaw-dropped. truly, this was amusing. her reaction was terribly funny, considering that she had never once in her life been rejected before. and for you to be the one to do so? amazing.

yet, jiwon didn’t find it funny and began cursing you for ruining her school year. once word got out that her best friend was the one who rejected yujin, she would not be able to live a peaceful life.

this cycle of rejection only continued despite jiwon’s attempts to hide you from yujin. the requests ranged from, “can you help me with calculus?” to, “there was a new tteokbokki store that opened near school, wanna go together?”

you soon realised that yujin was determined to win this bet. with the countless amount of sweet post-it notes taped to chocolate milk cartons that appeared on your desk every morning… how could you not?

yujin had willpower, you acknowledged that fact. it was just a shame that you had overheard the conversation. maybe she would have actually won the bet by now.

while you were gloating about yujin’s loss, the jock was almost heartbroken with the number of futile attempts.

“she just isn’t falling for it!” yujin exclaims.

wonyoung raises an eyebrow, “i told you she isn’t that stupid. and your methods are so lame.”

“i thought they were cute,” yujin sniffles, pouting. the mere thought of her not being able to persuade a girl was devastating. this would mess up her reputation! she wasn’t the one who chased others!

“you’re not winning this bet,” gaeul states, snickering at yujin’s misfortune.

yujin, despite their claims, was still persistent in trying to get a date. it didn’t matter what she needed to do, she would do it. anything to win this bet.

she couldn’t lose her hard-built reputation as a heartbreaker. that was crazy. if she had to get down on her knees to beg…

well yujin might just consider it.

unbeknownst to the things yujin would do for a date with you, you walk with jiwon peacefully, almost reaching the front gate when your best friend halts.

“ah,” jiwon says out of the blue, “I can’t go home with you today. i need to show the new exchange students around school.” you frown but nodded anyway.

“i’ll see you tomorrow then?” you ask. jiwon sends a smile and quickly walks back to the school doors. you sigh, taking out your airpods when a tap on your shoulder spins you around.

ahn yujin again.

“hi,” she flashes a grin, “mind if i walk with you?”

“don’t you normally go that way?” you point in the opposite direction. yujin turns her head and laughs, “so you’ve been observing me?”

you think for a moment. “no, but your fanclub is waiting there for you.”

like you said, a group of girls and boys alike were standing at the other gate, eyes darting around for yujin. she tilts her head, reminiscent of your puppy back at home, and says, “i’m walking this way so i don’t get bombarded by them.”

“fair enough,” you take out your airpods again and try to drown out yujin’s attempts at conversation.

“hey!” she continuously taps you on the shoulder. you ignore her.

“don’t ignore me!” you do that.

“y/n-ssi..!”

ugh. you think. who the hell said that yujin was like a puppy? (you.) she was more like a parrot that couldn’t shut up.

“yujin-ssi,” you huff, “keep quiet.”

said girl just turns to you with a pout. eyes glistening with hope when you falter ever so slightly. with a sigh, you take out your airpods and raise an eyebrow.

“okay, i won’t ignore you anymore.”

“great! i was wondering,” yujin pauses, a hint of hesitation in her voice that you’ve never heard before, “do you wanna grab lunch together? wonyoung heard from jiwon that you liked the cafe nearby, i’ll pay.”

your voice wavers, “uh, sure.” no one could blame you; your favourite cafe paired with a free meal? anyone would have accepted (regardless of the puppy-like girl who shrieked in excitement).

“great!” yujin discreetly grabs your wrist, pulling you to walk faster. slightly taken aback, you willingly let yourself be pulled away.

on the way there, the typically chirpy yujin doesn’t say a word and instead keeps quiet. it’s only until you both find a seat in the cafe that she speaks up.

“y/n-ssi, do you hate me or something?” you watch as the jock twirls the fork in her hand, eyes gleaming with curiosity. perhaps she’s never experienced being rejected before.

“you’re just too much for me.”

“oh? what do you mean by that?”

you choose your next words wisely, “it’s a bit strange to have someone popular talk to someone so mediocre.”

yujin’s head snaps up, fury in her eyes. you think she’s about to storm out, offended by your words. yet, she grasps your hands into hers, passionately saying, “how could you be mediocre?! y/n-ssi, you’re like the most intelligent person in our grade, and you’re super nice and helpful too!”

you feel relieved. her outburst was just defending you. giggles escape your lips as you reply back, “nice and helpful? after rejecting you so often?”

the sight of yujin’s cheeks being flushed makes you marvel. it’s a rare sight to see the jock so flustered. she’s usually so composed and witty.

“ah… i was a bit insistent and annoying, i understand why y/n-ssi avoided me…” yujin mumbles shyly, letting your hands drop onto the table. your hands feel cold without yujin’s warmth but you quickly diminish that thought.

stop it, yujin is just playing with you.

you straighten up naturally, catching yourself before replying with anything flirty. you had to remember that yujin’s primary reason for talking to you was because of the bet.

unfortunately for you, yujin notices your change in demeanour.

“are you okay?”

“yeah,” you eye her carefully, “i’m just hungry.”

yujin sends you a toothy grin and starts another conversation. you end up talking about her puppy, azzo, her ice hockey training and your art portfolio before the food arrives. you realise even though ahn yujin was a stereotypical jock, she was probably smarter than most.

“y/n-ssi, can i call you unnie?”

you raise your eyebrow, “how do you know my birthday?”

yujin looks startled. frazzled, she quickly replies, “i just asked wonyoung… she’s close friends with jiwon…!”

“doing background checks on me?” you say, stuffing your mouth with the red velvet cake in front of you.

“no… maybe, yes? i was just curious!”

“you just want to talk informally, don’t you, yujin?”

the jock bows her head down, you hate how you find it cute.

“yeah… you caught me.”

you smile, “okay, you can call me unnie.”

it’s like yujin just won the lottery with the way she’s grinning. you would tease her even more but it’s better not to get attached to her.

after this month, she wouldn’t even bat an eye at you.

soon, you finish up your cake and yujin does too. when paying, you sense yujin’s impatience and chalk it off to being her realising that you wouldn’t wield so easily. shrugging it off, you try your best to make a quick exit before yujin drags you to somewhere else again.

after paying, you swiftly leave the cafe, only to be caught in yujin’s grasp again.

“unnie, can we exchange contact info?” her eyes are shining now. you hesitantly nod and hand her your phone.

yujin 🐶 [4.38pm]:

yn unnie! ^^

“there! i sent you a message,” yujin exclaims, “where’s your house? i’ll walk you home!”

“huh?! no… yujin, you should go home, i can walk by myself…”

the puppy-like girl only pouts. you’re mostly helpless to her, unable to really say no to a face like hers.

“unnie, i need to know if you reached home safely! bad guys would obviously kidnap a girl as pretty as you!” yujin scoffs. you try to hide your blush as you finally nod again.

yujin brightens up and takes your hand into hers, “let’s go!”

you feel bad for the younger girl; she was usually the one who played with other people’s feelings and now, she didn’t even realise that she’s the one getting played with. you wonder if yujin has ever seen the aftermath of her entertainment. would she be shocked that she caused someone so much pain? or would she just laugh?

the closer you got to your doorstep, the more you didn’t want to leave yujin. fuck, you think, that’s a bad sign.

how did yujin manage to attract you in only a day?

what the hell type of sorcery was she using?

“thank you for walking me home,” you bow, “send me a text when you get home too.” yujin nods but she stares at you expectantly. maybe she wanted you to invite her into your house?

that wasn’t going to happen though.

“uhm,” you mumble unintelligently. not even giving it a second thought, you quickly plant a kiss on yujin’s cheek and run into your house, slamming the door behind you.

what the fuck! you and yujin both think, your hand covering your mouth, shocked that you even did that. meanwhile, yujin traces the outline of your lips on her cheek with her fingertips, her face resembling a tomato the longer she stands outside your door.

yujin 🐶 [5.02pm]:

unnie…? ㅠㅠ

yn unnie 🤍 [5.03pm]:

IM SINSORYR

I DID IT WITHOUT THINKJNG

yujin 🐶 [5.03pm]:

ure too mean…

kissing me then slamming the door

yn unnie 🤍 [5.03pm]:

im sorry yuj

yujin 🐶 [5.04pm]:

ur lips r so soft tho?

do u use the laniege lip mask? ㅋㅋ

yn unnie 🤍 [5.04pm]:

what are u saying…

go home…

yujin 🐶 [5.04pm]:

yes ma’am!

(￣^￣)ゞ

ah fuck, you flop onto the couch, cheeks aflame, ahn yujin, i think you’re winning that bet.

it’s an early morning, gaeul hums happily, bathing in the sunlight. sometimes she’s glad that she has the window seat, when the sun rises and sets, she gets to watch it all. other times she’s not so grateful. like when it rains heavily and the raindrops splash at her.

life is great—

“yah, kim gaeul.”

the girl opens her eyes, facing an irritating sight; an ashamed ahn yujin. she only looked like that when her suitors yell at her, or when her mother nags her for her grades.

having known yujin for years, it was probably the former.

“which girl was it now?” gaeul huffs.

“y/n unnie.”

gaeul almost falls off her chair, did yujin win the bet? already worrying about her pocket money for the year, gaeul ignores everything yujin says, not until she hears, “i want to call the bet off.”

“what?!” she shrieks, “she didn’t agree to a date?”

yujin shakes her head, deflated but not for the reasons you’d imagine.

“i didn’t ask her on one,” she explains, “because… it didn’t feel right to do something so reckless.”

gaeul widens her eyes, naturally gesturing for yujin to continue. how could something like asking a girl on a date scare yujin? it was second nature to her at this point!

“asking y/n unnie on a date…” yujin’s gaze feels dreamy now and gaeul thinks she’s staring at a different person, “ah… it feels wrong to do it now..?”

“why? you wanted to win the bet though?”

yujin’s gaze hardens, “the bet isn’t as important as her.”

“y-yujin?! you’re saying that…”

“gaeul unnie, i like y/n.”

there’s no need to further explain. ahn yujin, the typical high school jock, falling for a girl that she only talked to for her own entertainment. how did she even manage to fall for you? yujin doesn’t know it herself. maybe it was after that day at the cafe, when you actually showed interest in her life. maybe it was the many online conversations you had with her, talking about mundane things. maybe it was the first day you locked eyes, yujin subconsciously always kept an eye on you afterwards.

or maybe it was all of that combined.

you tap your feet nervously on the bench. after you had kissed yujin’s cheek, she always brought it up, genuinely asking why your lips were so soft or even boldly declaring that she wanted another. maybe because it was rare for you to be so affectionate. even with jiwon and rei, skinship wasn’t so common. honestly, you weren’t sure what you were even doing with yujin. after many midnight conversations, you would consider you two friends. or perhaps even close friends.

yujin had forced you to wait for her to finish practice so she could walk you home. it was almost a routine at that point. there was some speculation of you two dating and you could imagine how happy that made yujin feel. yet mysteriously, yujin hadn’t made any super flirtatious advancements on you. the month was ending soon and the bet would end in her loss. so why wasn’t she doing anything? (not that you wanted her to do anything).

“y/n,” you turn your head. why on earth was kim gaeul and jang wonyoung staring at you from behind?

“yes…?”

the two girls glance at each other and rush up to you. you were currently standing outside yujin’s ice rink, watching her play hockey with her teammates. sometimes while playing a game, she would score and send you a wink. even through the helmet, you could see her mouth, ‘this is for you!’ it was embarrassing and cheesy but you still ended up flustered, covering your red face with your hair.

“we have something we need to tell you,” wonyoung starts off.

gaeul nods earnestly, “we’re very sorry but…”

you realise where this is going.

“ah, is this about the bet you guys and yujin made about me?”

wonyoung and gaeul both have their mouths agape, eyebrows furrowed. you almost laugh at their reaction.

“h-how did you know?!”

“i overheard you guys that day, i was going to get my phone but then i heard my name. sorry for eavesdropping.”

“no! we should be sorry for making that bet! but, if you already knew about it, why are you still hanging out with yujin?” wonyoung asks.

you chuckle, “i just wanted to see what she was planning to do. it was plain curiosity.”

“ah! but yujin likes you!” gaeul blurts out.

huh…?

“what?!”

“yeah! she told me a few days ago, that’s why she called the bet off,” the girl says. wonyoung groans, muttering about how gaeul shouldn’t have revealed that.

you absentmindedly say, “i like her too…”

the subject of your conversation immediately butts in, “you like who?”

you instantly clamp your mouth shut, heartbeat in your ears as you turn to face yujin. luckily you weren’t so out of it yet, if you were, you wouldn’t be able to control blurting out how handsome yujin looked in her gear. even brushing the ice off her jersey looked attractive to you.

“gaeul unnie, isn’t it time for us to leave?” wonyoung briskly drags gaeul out of the ice rink, leaving just you and yujin inside.

“aren’t you going to change?” you ask, facing a different direction from the jock before she manages to fluster you.

“i saw my two idiot friends talking to you, so i came here first,” she says, plopping down on the bench too.

“what were you guys even talking about?”

“oh… we were, uhm,” you stare at your lap, on top, your fingers playing with each other.

yujin senses you hesitate and places a hand on top of yours, holding it tightly.

“talking about… the bet you made about me,” you gulp, anticipating a huge, overblown reaction. you close your eyes but you don’t hear anything from yujin.

the silence begins to become worrying and you open your eyes, only to see yujin barely breathing, her eyes blown open and a pale face.

“unnie, i’m so sorr—”

“i’m not mad!” you quickly say, “i sort of had a crush on you on the first day of school, so having you interested in me, regardless of the bet, i mean, it made me feel good.”

“you had a crush on me?” yujin questions.

“yeah? like a hallway crush.”

“you’re seriously not mad about the bet?”

you shrug, “i was at first. but then your friends told me something.”

the girl’s body becomes stiff, more stiff than when you told her about your knowledge of the bet.

“they told me you like me, that’s what we were talking about before you came over,” you turn to her, “yujin-ah, is it true?”

yujin nods shyly.

“they’re so annoying… i wanted to have this cool confession but, ugh, unnie, i really wasn’t expecting myself to like you. is it crazy to say i’m happy that i made that bet? because it let me become closer to you?”

“yujin, before i accept your confession…” her eyes light up again, “can you tell me why you treated all those girls like that?”

“you mean…”

“you played with their hearts, how can i be sure that you won’t play with mine?” you ask.

yujin sighs, “honestly, i don’t know either but unnie, i need you to trust me that i like you a lot. i like you so much that i don’t know how to live through a day without thinking about you. everytime i experience something, i want to share it with you. please let me show my love for you.”

love… you smile, gently removing yujin’s helmet.

“you’re already thinking about love?”

yujin’s hair is unkempt, her bangs are swept messily, blocking her eyes slightly. yet, you can still see the whole galaxy in her eyes.

reaching out for her jaw, you pull her closer.

“ahn yujin, if you ever play with me, you’re dead.”

your lips are almost touching and you can feel her breath. almost panting already, yujin breathes out.

“there’s no point living if you’re not by my side.”

#ive #ive x reader #ahn yujin x reader #yujin x reader #ive yujin

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loversrocktvgirl2 · 26 days ago

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BUCKY X READER BUT ITS THAT SONG PANCAKES FOR DINNER BY LIZZY MCALPINE

AHHH HIHIHI AWESOME PERSON so

i wrote this for you

i have been obsessed with lizzy mcalpine since 2021 i don’t think you understand how much i LOVE this request

Stuck In Your Head (Coworker!Bucky AU x Reader)

Inspired by Pancakes for Dinner by the queen, Lizzy McAlpine.

word count: 1.5k+

You had this cute little mint green spiral notebook. It had lined pages, a gold colored spiral, and it was with you often. After anything happened that made your wheels turn, you would write poems in it. It helped you process things, helped you reset. It was lovely. And you liked writing the poems, even if you had never felt like you’d ever do anything with them.

Often, Bucky was the subject of your poems. Your charismatic friend who happened to be your coworker. His cocoa powder colored hair, striking eyes, the quirk in his lips when he smirked at you—he was gorgeous. Bucky was a gorgeous man. But more important than his obvious beauty was the way he treated you. Bucky was naturally a little flirty, of course, but he never made you feel like you were too much, too loud, too quiet or too shy, you were just right. His Goldilocks, maybe. He never let you apologize for being happy or excited about something.

You felt like such a teenager around him. Sure, you weren’t far away at all from your teenager days, but…he gave you genuine butterflies. Real flutters in the pit of your stomach. And your face went warm when he texted, or made a flirty comment. And it was just Bucky, you know? It was Bucky being Bucky and you knew that… right?

You were on a work trip to California for a few days, and now, after a terrible day at the airport, were on your flight home. You had your phone and your notebook in your lap, a pen tucked inside the spiral. The plane took off and you put in your earbuds, listening to the music and looking out the window. Then, the plane began to shake. It startled you, and you looked up at the stewardess. “Just a bit of turbulence,” she assured with a quick smile. You nodded, and went back to looking out the window.

You weren’t worried. Maybe a subconscious part of you was. But you didn’t feel fear, you just felt inspiration. And you opened up your notebook and began to write.

Don't wanna be forward

Don't wanna cross a line

But if I were to crash in this plane tonight

I'd want you to know this

Don't wanna say too much

Intrude on your space

But if I were to crash and I never made it home

I'd want you to know this

You tapped your pen against your lips, thinking. And then, you just decided to go for it. You put your pen against the paper, and allowed the angst and cliche to fly away from you.

And to tell you is too scary

So I'll just say something else

And I wish that you could hear me

When I talk to myself

But this plane might not land safely

So, what the hell do I have to lose

If I just tell you?

You paused. What was next? What did you want to say? And then it came to you. What did you really want from Bucky? Sure, you were positive you were absolutely in love with him, but were you just blindly idolizing him, or was there something that you wanted?

Yes. Yes, there was.

I wanna eat pancakes for dinner

I wanna get stuck in your head

I wanna watch a T.V. show together

And when we're under the weather we can watch it in bed

I wanna go out on the weekends

I wanna dress up just to get undressed

I think that I should probably tell you this

In case there is an accident

And I never see you again

So please save all your questions for the end

And maybe I'll be brave enough by then

You went back to the office the next day. You wrote notes on the presentation your boss gave and let Bucky doodle little stars on the corners of your notes. Before he met you, he only knew how to draw six point stars, but he’d always wanted to draw five point stars. When he’d told you this a year ago, you’d grinned and laughed and said you’d be happy to show him. And when he gets bored in meetings now, he gently puts a finger on your paper and you slide it a little further out, and he draws five points stars in the margins over and over until he draws one he’s happy with, which he fills in. It’s adorable. You’ve grown to love the little stars.

Your boss calls you to talk with you privately, and Bucky pulls your binder—which your note taking paper and notebook sit on—closer so that he can focus on his stars. Which is when the notebook catches his eye. It’s open. Sometimes, you liked to reread your poems while you were waiting for your boss to show up—you would make little edits, or you would just enjoy what you’d written. Normally, Bucky respected your space, but the title caught his attention. Pancakes for Dinner.

Don't wanna say something wrong

Don't wanna be weird

But if you're still in love with her

I think that I'll leave it there

And I won't ever tell you this

Oh, 'cause to tell you is too scary

So I'll just say something else

Like how was fall semester?

And what was that song about?

I'll try to hide the way I feel

But I'll just wanna shout

What do I have to lose right now?

I wanna eat pancakes for dinner

I wanna get stuck in your head

I wanna watch a T.V. show together

And when we're under the weather we can watch it in bed

I wanna go out on the weekends

I wanna dress up just to get undressed

I think that I should probably tell you this

In case there is an accident

And I never see you again

So please save all your questions for the end

And maybe I'll be brave enough by then

Well, maybe I won't ever say what's in my head

No, I won't have to say anything

You'll say it instead

The poem makes Bucky tilt his head. It’s…cute. Sweet. Ridiculously soft and romanticizing of mundane moments. You.

When you get back and see him reading, your face pales. “What are you doing?”

Bucky sits up automatically, and begins profusely apologizing. “I’m really sorry, it was right there, and no, I shouldn’t have been reading it and I’m really sorry but I saw the title and I love pancakes for dinner, it’s delicious and stupidly underrated and I’m sick of people saying waffles are better and I’m really sorry and I shouldn’t have been reading it and—”

You cut him off, even though his rambling is adorable. “It’s okay, Buck. Just…ask next time, okay?”

Bucky nods. “Yeah, okay.”

You purse your lips and nod too. “Okay.”

“Are you…are you seeing someone?” Bucky blurts, and you look up at him, startled. “It just sounded like…you were maybe into someone.”

Yes, you, you stumbling twit. “I…can we talk about it later?” you ask, and he nods.

“Sorry.”

You go home that evening without resuming the conversation. And at night, when you’re in your pajamas on your couch, watching some television, your phone rings. You see that it’s Bucky, and you pick up. “Hey, Bucky, what’s up?” You ask, pausing your show.

“I don’t know what your poem was about and yes, I’m very sorry that I read it because it was intruding on your privacy, but I’m also not sorry that I read it because it was an amazing poem, and god, I shouldn’t be doing any of this, but I’ve had a shot, so it’s okay,” Bucky rambles. “Listen. I don’t know who it’s about, but it’s a lucky guy, okay? And if you like someone, you should tell them, because technically, anything bad could happen at any moment to either one of you, and I think married people live longer than single people anyway.”

“Wow, that’s…that was a lot,” you say. “Um…okay…I mean, I really like you, Bucky, and I don’t wanna screw anything up by telling you this, but—”

“Wait, so the poem was about me?”

“Well, yes—”

“YES!! I was hoping for it!! Yess!! Okay, I’m sorry, please continue, I’m listening.”

You laugh. “Oh my God, you’re such a dork.”

You can feel his smile through his voice. “Yeah.”

“I do really like you, Barnes.”

“Do you know how awesome that is?”

You grin at his excitement. “You’re adorable.”

“Why thank you,” Bucky replies. “I do my best, y’know? But you’re pretty tough competition since you’re so cute yourself.”

You laugh. “Flirty as usual.”

“Did you seriously not think that there was a reason for that?” Bucky asks.

“I just kinda thought that you flirted with everybody a little bit,” you shrug, even though you know he can’t see you.

“Well, I don’t,” Bucky says. “I just flirt with you, because I like you very much. Now, I was wondering…do you wanna come over tomorrow? We could have, uh, maybe some pancakes for dinner?”

You laugh at his cheesy pick-up. “Hell yes. I’m there.”

“See you then,” Bucky answers softly.

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lovedrruunk · 8 months ago

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Dating Jinx Headcanons (´ཀ`」 ∠)

Vi version!

I’m so sorry but this girl is so greasy. Smells like gunpowder and hair grease 24/7. She’s like a sphinx cat where if she sits down on something she’ll leave an oil spot so be warned because you’ll have to throw out any white sheets or cushions. She’s completely in denial about this by the way, loves to say she smells like “glitter and wonder” like no bitch when you get in the bath the water turns rainbow

Loves doing your hair! She’s either really good at it or really bad at it, depends on the day. Loves using accessories that she makes herself + giving you really fun hairstyles. “What was the inspiration behind this look...?” “A swan.”

Is actually really embarrassing. Taking her out in public feels like a humiliation ritual. Half the time it’s shit she does on purpose just being herself the other half is her being completely unaware. 100% lacks social awareness and you always find yourself apologizing for her. “Isn’t it crazy that they wouldn’t let us in?” “YOU’RE BAREFOOT.”

Overly honest at the worst times. She’ll blurt out stuff like, “That guy smells like wet dog” while the guy is standing right next to you which makes you want to crawl in a hole. If you scold her about it she’ll just snap back with “would you rather me lie?”

Loves to draw on your skin with markers. She’ll doodle hearts, smiley faces, and even little stick figures of the two of you. It’s messy but endearing, and it’s her own quirky way of being intimate with you

Stays up late just to watch you sleep. As scary and creepy as this sounds sometimes after a day full of her usual mayhem, she’ll find peace just staring at you sleep. She’ll never admit to doing it but there’s something about seeing you calm that makes her feel grounded

Your RIDE OR DIE!!! Don’t let her hear anybody say anything even remotely negative about you because she will be on their necks immediately. If there’s anyone you just slightly dislike, she’ll HATE them with her entire soul like it’s crazy. Your opps are her blood sworn enemies it doesn’t even matter if you’re over what they’ve done to you because she very well is NOT like she’s the type to be madder than you and mad FOR you. Unironically loves gossiping and will remember every little detail you tell her

Unbelievably bad at picking up hints. You’ll be sending every signal under the sun when you want her to calm down in a public place and she’ll just smile and wave, thinking you’re being affectionate, meanwhile you're trying to get her to stop climbing a memorial statue.

Loves it when you hold her hand. even if she pretends it’s no big deal. Her fingers will always end up intertwined with yours, and she’ll usually murmur something about how soft yours are or about wanting to do your nails

Has a weirdly sweet way of saying goodbye. Before you leave for the day she’ll pull you into a bear hug and whisper something like “Don’t go dying without me” before planting a quick kiss on your cheek. It’s her own weird version of “Take care.”

All for now!! The jinx brainrot is very much real

#I LOVE HAA I JUST LOVW HAAAAAARRRR #har har har har #jinx #jinx arcane #jinx x reader #arcane x reader #arcane league of legends x reader #arcane league of legends #x reader #arcane

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zaddizu · 4 months ago

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what’s in my bag? — my TWD dr

── is this possibly excessive? maybe. or maybe i just pack for the right occasions.

a knife, obviously.

a silent way of fending off walkers. gone with a quick swing. or a stab, if that’s how you like it. there's uninteligable engravings in the blade.

a worn pistol.

a way of killing walkers in a panic. it's not ideal, seeming the loud bang it gives off attracts walkers from all corners of the earth.

tangled earbuds.

stolen from the back of a car. zayda covey, being oh so the second guessing person she is, decided music was better than her life and risked it all for frank ocean. not that it wasn't worth it.

my phone. its pink. of course it is.

a phone in a zombie apocalypse? completely useless, right? thank god for solar powered chargers and pre downloaded music. its also there for when i want to reminisce the days pre apocalypse, dramatically scrolling through my camera roll.

a lighter.

im not the biggest smoker. i might have my moments, but i tend to carry it for luke. not like i'd admit it's for him.

a claw clip hanging onto the strap of my bag.

i don't like tying my hair, it never looks correct on me. i like to carry it for beth or the others. a sense of fulfilment comes over me whenever someone asks for it.

perfume.

sol de janerio specifically. i must smell nice at the end of the world. if not me, who will? its contents are slowly dwindling with time.

a tattered leather wallet. its once black leather peels at the corners.

its impractical, it takes up space, but it feels wrong removing it. as if finally letting go of the last part of my old life. accepting this new one which felt so unfamiliar at first. a blurry polaroid is slotted inside a closed pocket.

chapstick.

its peach flavoured. luke likes it.

loose rings.

they're chunky, silver, and probably lived a million lives before i ever got a hold of them. now they rest in the bottom of my bag, waiting to be remembered.

pens.

they come in many forms: glitter gel pens, bullet point pens, those kind of pens you get after going somewhere as a freebie. anything your think of, they’re probably in there. somewhere.

a stuffed racoon.

its tattered. it’s eye looks the wrong way. it certainly went through a rough life, but he lives a calm life in the right pocket of my bag. i occasionally give him to juddith to calm her.

a half filled sketch book.

i occasionally still draw when i have free time and remember i actually have hobbies other than taking peoples heads off. there’s a few doodles of luke, i refuse to show anyone them out of pure shame.

. . .

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bamboobooshark · 9 months ago

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YOUR WADE WILSON X READER STUFF IS SO PERFECT OMG IM EATING IT UP FRFR

WADE WILSON X READER

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮ DOODLES : 580 WRDS

<RATING: PG-13, SOME LANGUAGE>

A/N : HI ANON TYSM FOR THE COMPLIMENT!!! I really am greatful that you and many others have enjoyed my Wade content so much. Also, hey, so could you possibly guess what happens in this? Could youuuu? It’s about Wade being curious about your self-drawn “tattoos”. I swear it’ll make more sense when you read it!!!

You’re lounging around in your bed like you have been all day. Wade lies next to you while playing some random game on his phone. It’s pretty quiet; the only noises in the room are you and Wade’s breathing and his game. His breaths are more quick and sharp, while yours are shallow and slow. He groans loudly and whines as per usual. “I died again, babe! Can you believe it?” he asks dramatically as he puts his phone down on his nightstand. You crack a small smile that only convinces him to continue. He makes his way to lay his head on your stomach, never ceasing his whining. “Why don’t you care? Why won’t you coddle me like I deserve?” he pouts, putting on his usual act when he wants attention. Wade’s efforts succeed when you let out a soft chuckle and move your arm down to rub his textured chest gently. He lets out an unnecessarily loud sigh before letting his eyes gently close. “Better?” you ask with a smile. "Oh, you bet your ass this is better,” he confirms while leaning into you more by the second.

When Wade opens up his eyes, he stares at your arm in confusion, then up at you. He looks back and forth between them a few times before questioning you. “What’s up with the ink all over your arms, pumpkin? You mapping out some tattoos you wanna get?” You shrug in response. “I just got bored earlier. They’re nothing really,” you tell him sheepishly, slightly embarrassed that he’s so focused on them. His fingers gently trace the set marks on your skin with an intrigued look in his eyes. You feel your cheeks warm more; he’s rarely this careful and quiet with you. You’re so used to him squeezing, pinching, and sometimes gently biting you. His fingers continue to trace the lines as if he were drawing them himself. His hand moves to hold your forearm to get a better look at the doodles. He lets out a curious ‘hmm’ while squinting at your arm. “Oh,” he exclaims while smiling. “These would be really fun to color in,” he says in a tone that begs you to let him. You nod in agreement to his suggestion. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” you sigh to him, and he smiles so hard you see his teeth showing.

Wade stays intrigued for the next few hours with coloring on your stick, trying his best to stay inside the lines because, according to him, if you’re going to allow him to color your “sacred silken skin,” then he should at least try to make it look nice. He bites his bottom lip into his mouth and hums for a moment. “Why did you make this one so detailed?” he grunts. “I don’t know. I told you I was just bored. I didn’t expect to end up with you trying to color in every little doodle,” you chuckled while watching him work inside the lines. “You better make these easier to color next time you draw all over yourself,” he mumbles while pouting. “Do you ever stop complaining?” you ask him as a joke. He gasps and squeezes your forearm a bit. “Will you ever stop giving me reasons to complain?” he sasses back. You widen your eyes as you realize he makes a good argument. “Whatever,” you groan in response. He chuckles sweetly as he finishes coloring in the doodle he’d been fussing about, moving on to the next one.

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umikawa · 2 months ago

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a/n: commission for an anon who gave permission to post (thank you again!!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡)

gen asagiri x gn!reader | 1.7k wc | no warnings, modern day, y/n is an assistant for another magician, gen is hopeless and a little too relatable to me I fear, erm yeah 👍

Gen’s stuck.

Figuratively and literally. A magic trick gone wrong, as well as an entirely useless (flakey) assistant who he’s sure was only after a good paycheck, left him dangling by his legs.

God. It really cannot get worse than this.

“Gen?”

Oh, for ucks-fay sake.

At the sound of your voice, he’s quick to sputter, trying to look as cool and calm as possible in this situation. “Ah, Y/n, my dear! What a pleasure seeing you here. Are you in need of assistance?”

“I’m not.” You laugh nervously, watching him swing from side to side with his hands tucked into his sleeves. “Are you…okay?” The question comes out with hesitation. Though you knew the answer, part of you wanted to see if he’d come up with some excuse.

“I’m perfect! This is all a part of an elaborate trick of mine– but I can’t release the etails-day yet, can’t have you stealing it, hahaaa!” His voice goes out near the end, and he watches your lips quirk up into an amused smile– of course, Gen’s an entertainer. He’s not the type to ask for something so blatantly.

You step back, and Gen’s hands reach out instinctively when the heels of your feet come close to the edge– as if he could do anything to help in his predicament. “How do I get you down from there?”

“Er–” he assesses himself, looking backstage at a comical outline of where his assistant stood. “In the back, over there— they may be a lever that lowers me down.” You waltz over to it, eyes raking over the miscellaneous levers until you spot the one with a tiny doodle of his face.

“I’ll let you down easy.”

Gen smiles to himself. He hopes that’s the only time he’ll hear those words. “Thank you, dear.”

The rope holding him swings his body the second you begin lowering him down. He panics on the inside, but the suave smile he always keeps on his face remains intact. He feels the ground beneath him, thanking whatever force brought you to him.

Huh.

He looks to the side when he sees your shoes come into sight, trailing his eyes towards your face. He sputters when your hand touches his forehead, heat creeping up his neck. “Y/n?”

“You were upside down for a while, weren’t you?” You squat down to his level, brushing the hair away from his face. “Is your head okay?”

“I’m…” he trails off, heartbeat suffocating in his ears. You’re too close. Dazed and confused by his emotions, he looks off to the side– it’s too much. “I’m quite alright!” He laughs, picking himself up from the floor hastily. “I eally-ray owe you one, Y/n! I’ll see you later, bye.”

You watch as he leaves with haste, sending one last smile before pushing open the double doors to exit the building. A frown makes its way to your face at his departure– were the rumors true?

Did Gen really not like you anymore?

———

In the solitude of his apartment, Gen nearly falls to his knees the moment he steps foot inside, embarrassment and guilt rushing into him at the remembrance of leaving you alone so abruptly.

He had to.

He always felt weird around you. He couldn’t decipher it as jealousy or—

No. That couldn’t be it, could it? Surely not! He laughs, holding his head in his palm– maybe he did suffer from being upside down.

Yes, that’s it. Definitely nothing else. Definitely.

He picks himself up from the ground, toeing off his shoes, and shuffles to the bathroom– rolling his eyes at the sight of his flushed face after thinking of you. It’s from hanging upside down. He reminds himself.

The shower faucet drips to life, rushing water spewing out while the filter does little to suppress the pressure. He’d have to call that in soon. As he steps under the water, his hair annoyingly sticks to his face before he can clip it away; he wondered frequently if he should cut it off, but–

You really liked it.

You saw it as a trademark, braided it, and messed with it during break periods before he started avoiding you, saying it was what made him: him.

He was grateful for you, always cheering him up after an unfulfilling show, being there for him when he needed it– being you.

Gen lowers his head with a sigh, letting the water wash away the thoughts irritatingly consuming his mind. He had other things to worry about and figure out– he couldn’t let everything drift back to you, even if it did.

It always does.

Frustration fills his body, and his fist knocks against the shower wall. He hates this. It isn’t like him at all. He was supposed to be suave, smooth-tongued, and a manipulator.

Was this what falling in love was really like?

——

The next day, you catch Gen taping ‘help wanted’ signs on the theater’s front window, a distant look on his face, tired– in multiple ways. His eyes drift to the side, to you, and you replace the frown that sets on your face with a welcoming smile, hoping to crack one out of him.

His lips curve upward slowly, cheek twitching like it was physically painful for him to simply smile. He adds a small wave, tracking you as you enter the building.

“Good morning, Y/n.” His voice sounds like usual. Sweet, smooth, enthusiastic. More importantly, he’s not trying to run away.

Your eyes trail over his face again, piquing his curiosity and prompting him to tilt his head. “How are you, Gen?”

“Ah~ I'm doing well, my dear. Just an estless-ray night– new neighbors, you know how that goes.” You hum. He can tell you're not convinced– not even the slightest bit.

Instead of pressing further, you point back to the flyer he hung up, “Fired that assistant, I presume?”

“Well, leaving me dangling sort of goes against my terms of service. It was a reasonable termination.” He smiles in amusement, raising a hand to his hand over his mouth. “Why do you ask? Could it be that you’re interested?”

“Yes.”

Gen freezes, lowering his hand slowly– shakily. “Pardon me?”

“I’m interested.” He blinks, confused and dazed. Unsuspecting of your words, genuinely caught off guard. “That is– if you don’t have any reason to deny me.”

“I–” He hesitates, biting his tongue when you look at him expectantly with your arms crossed. “I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s the first.” Gen blinks. Your voice is strained. Resigned. As if you wished you didn’t have to say that. “It’s fine. I should go.”

His fingers latch around your wrist before he can even comprehend his own actions, and only when you gasp in shock does he realize what he did. He lets go quickly, stammering out an apology while you just stood there staring at him– analyzing him– like he was a museum display.

And then you speak. Once again, he’s caught off guard by your words—a question he never thought you’d ask him.

“Why don’t you like me, Gen?”

God, your tone of voice feels like something had ripped his heart out and stomped on it. He doesn’t say anything for a moment. He can’t say anything– nothing came to his mind at all.

“I miss how we used to be.” You say, eyes cast to the floor, brows furrowed– like you were angry. “When you weren’t avoiding me– I–” A pause, likely to gather yourself before you started ranting. “What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing!” It comes out before he can think, another painful silence casting over both of you. He fidgets, hands twitching at his sides as sweat forms along his hairline. He had to think.

You raise a brow when he chuckles quietly, lowering his head into his palm. “My dear, it’s quite the opposite.” His tone shifts, calm and timid, with a barely noticeable shake. “I get quite restless around you.”

“Because…?” You trail off, heartbeat picking up when he steps closer, attempting to make himself appear taller as he looks at you. Your eyes snap to his arm that curls around your waist, then you feel it,

He’s trembling.

“I didn’t know what it was at first, though maybe I did, but it pissed me off to no end.” Your eyes dart over his face, an agitated grin on his lips. “The irritable feeling in my chest whenever you were around, how I couldn’t stop thinking about you, the avoidance.”

Your hand grabs his bicep, his eyes snapping to it before he pulls you closer. “It all made sense to me when I stopped denying it.” His grip falters slightly when you squeeze, loosening his hold on you. “The feeling I had for you wasn’t dislike.”

“I was falling in love. Genuinely this time, I’m sure.”

Gen releases you slowly, taking a step back to give you space to absorb the confession he just dropped. Your expression doesn’t change from shock, hand still raised like you’d become frozen by his words. He takes it gently, lowering it to your side– he was getting restless, but he’d stand there for hours waiting for a response if he had to.

“Being in love with me pisses you off?” Gen raises a brow, looking to the side as he tries to justify his words. But before he could, you start to speak again, “I guess I shouldn’t apply to be your assistant then.”

“Eh?”

“I mean– if you’re so pissed off by just loving me, who knows what you’ll be like when we work together as a couple.”

Gen blinks. Did he hear that right?

“You can't possibly mean–”

“I do. But you wouldn’t have noticed it since you were avoiding me.” He frowns at the blunt jab at his wrongdoings, nodding in dismay and accepting his actions. “We won’t be some magician 'it couple.' It’s too cliche for me.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t be able to pay you as much as your current magician anyway.” He shrugs in dismissal, smiling at the quick shift of conversation. “So it’s official? I’ve successfully manipulated you into falling for me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself too much, Gen, or make yourself seem like a bad guy.” He jolts when your hands reach his face, cupping his cheeks gently. “You wouldn’t need a hint of manipulation to make me fall for someone like you.”

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