#also in all honesty this didn't turn out exactly how i wanted it to look but considering a whole week went by where i thought

[dreamingpartone]

They lay down in the soft sand at the foot of the dunes, and then they heard the first bird calling.

[skelliko]

★-Tokyo revengers

- their insecure

๑-Context: them thinking about their crush (you) but then they start to get insecure and self sabotage about not being good enough

๑- featuring: kazutora, chifuyu, keisuke, seishu, rindou

-for seishu it was so hard because I know that boy is perfect-

°- kazutora hanemiya

• everything, he thinks of every little thing about him but manages to miss the bigger parts about him that does need fixing. his main thought was that no one as good as you would want to be seen around someone like kazutora due to his delinquency, heck even if you've also done some bad stuff he's still afraid that he'd just bring you down and be an awful influence on you.

for someone who went to juvenile for 'accidental' murder and is in quite a dangerous gang, thats a good reputation to hold in terms of strength, but for wanting something other than fights and instead something innocent like feeling what it's like to be loved... that's difficult.

• he also still dislikes how his face looks, to others he's handsome. to himself, he's nothing but a shit show that he looks deep and hard in the mirror with a straight face but then his expression changes to disgust.

sometimes he thinks if you've also felt like that, he's asked his friends about that sort of thing and the response is always 'sometimes' but when he thinks about you being insecure he feels like he's gone mad because to him you're absolutely perfect.

°- chifuyu matsuno

• sometimes he feels as if he can't protect you, there are times where he pictures out scenarios and he's afraid that he can't keep you safe due to where gangs would get the innocent involved even when they have nothing to do with either of the two bickering gangs and that always ends badly.

he doesn't want you to become a target and he's scared that his strength alone wouldn't deal with anything and you'd get involved in something that you didn't have a choice in. due to that he's forcing himself to stay away from you but part of him can't, he calls himself selfish for talking to you and going out in public with you where anyone would be watching.

• he wants to make you his but how can he keep you as his when there's a lot of options to choose from? he's afraid that there's someone better than him, that eventually you'd lose interest in chifuyu and that's not because he doesn't trust your trust but he's seen other guys and how they easily attract and how they can go on the day confident, chifuyu can't and he can't see that it's not because there's something wrong with him but it's just because he's not a player and he can't see that for himself or others.

°- Keisuke Baji

• when it comes to Baji he knows hes a good looker and as well as the heart, but sometimes in school he'd see you walk in the hallways and he gets a little embarrassed that he turns the opposite direction in hopes of you not seeing him in his nerdy disguise just so the school doesn't kick him out or hold him back for his delinquency. his slicked back hair that he honestly spends time on and is proud in the moment, but when he looks at it for too long he has to hold back on scruffing it up and going to school like his normal self.

You're aware of how he looks outside of school but not everyone does, he's nervous that if you're seen talking to him then he'd just embarrass you, and because of that he thinks you're embarrassed to talk to him too and you force yourself to, even if you've held conversations for a long amount of time and you seem to enjoy it with a smile Baji has a little worm in his brain telling him otherwise

• held back a year for him failing his exams, sure someone being smart isn't exactly a top priority for some people but he thinks you're one of them and he curses himself for not having the academic smarts for it, he'd sometimes compare himself to someone else in his class and think 'how the fuck are they able to memories this and I can't?' In all honesty though academics is pretty hard when you've got other stuff going on too

°- seishu Inui

• his burn mark isn't exactly something that bothers him but whenever he thinks of you and gets a glimpse of the mark from a window he can't help but think that it bothers you. he tends to get a little frustrated about it and whenever he thinks too much of the mark his frustration ends up in sadness because all the memories of the fire and his sister come rushing in.

• whenever he looks at you he can't keep his eyes away, he's always in awe at everything you do. but what does seishu do? getting hurt in gangs here and there and making bad decisions for himself? he knows his skills and the good of him but he also knows his flaws and he can't stand that. he wants to do so much more but he can't, he doesn't know how to and he doesn't want to disappoint you in any sort of way yet he always manages to disappoint himself

°- rindou haitani

• sometimes he considers himself to be in his brother's shadow, he hasn't thought of it like that at all but rindou would pick some things out and then look at his brother and that sense of being younger than him equals to being lower, his older brother seems to always do great causing jealousy to grow. it's like regular sibling rivalry, nothing major but it does linger around his brain that maybe at somepoint if given the chance you'd run right over to ran inside of rindou

• rindou knows the reputation that he holds, the dangers that he keeps with his gang. and one of those dangers also happens to the innocent. he's been foolish to be part of those sort of things before and karma always plucks out the ones that finally find something to be happy about. he doesn't want you to accidentally get involved and get hurt or even killed.

considering that the haitani brothers are quite well known if anyone were to see the sentimental value that rindou has for you, then you will become a target from other gangs that want to take the brothers down. rindou looks through multiple of scenarios as to how or where that could happen and in all of those scenarios the date is all unexpected. rindou's afraid that he'd be the reason to you getting hurt from someone else and he won't be there.

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[noirvette]

main 3 + butters! seeing reader in lingerie for the first time!!

first time doing headcanons and a scenario 😋 also i apologize in advance if this is bad, i've written nsfw only ONCE before and hated it so much that i never finished it BAHAHA

cws: nsfw, but nothing too explicit Aged up characters! (College au, early 20s)

♡ STAN MARSH

Thinks he died and went to heaven for a second in all honesty. Like he could not believe you standing in front of him wearing lingerie.

He saw you with it on and had to process what he was seeing, definitely stuttering as he finds the words to say

He's rocking with it though, 100%. Has always had a small thing for lingerie but didn't exactly know how to bring it up so he just never said anything lol

Stan seems to me as a more of a red satin kind of guy, simple sets work for him

Doesn't want to tear it or anything, when taking it off of you he's rather careful, more so into savoring the moment of seeing you in lingerie (and eventually you out of it).

Whether its false bravado or not, he gets over his initial shock rather quickly

"You okay? Babe?" Stan calls out, sitting on the side of your bed tapping his fingers against the frame.

"Yeah sorry, coming out now," You respond, walking out of the bathroom, covered in a simple red satin lingerie set, "you like?"

"Holy shi-, wow you look good. Damn." Stan stutters out, taking you and your outfit in, "you, uh, you didn't have to do this you know. I'm- I'm, not saying you look bad, holy shit you look so good-"

"I know I didn't have to," You giggle, a blush covering your face, walking closer to him before sitting on his lap, "but I wanted this to be special, you know for our first time. I wanted to look good for you."

Stan licks his lips, reaching to kiss and bite at your neck as his hands grip your sides before they slowly make a descent down to your hips. "Well, you always look good, doesn't matter what you got on." His fingers tug at the waistband of the underwear, "but fuck, this is so hot."

♡ KYLE BROFLOVSKI

Doesn't know what to do and he doesn't know what to say either

Definitely whines/quietly whimpers at seeing you in lingerie though

He'd be a fan of dark green lace or floral sets

Another one to be careful with taking it off of you, but its because he's so nervous

Finds the concept of lingerie initially dorky until he sees you in it and now he understands the appeal.

He is so cute bro, he has the biggest blush covering his face and he stutters and he can't make eye contact (kicking my feet and giggling as I write this about him rn), definitely repeats words and phrases as his brain is trying to think of what to say next

Kyle covers his mouth, embarrassed at the whimper that leaves him as you lift up your shirt, revealing the dark green lingerie underneath. You feel him getting even harder underneath you and you slowly roll your hips against his. Kyle quickly grabs onto your hips hard and shakily moans, hands gripping you firmly.

"Baby, baby, baby.." Kyle whines out as he stares at how well the dark green compliments your body. "Mhmm," you hum, "what is it?"

"You look so good, so good.." He looks so dazed as his eyes constantly dart over your body. Kyle is absolutely smitten with the way the lingerie sits on you.

"You like it huh?" You whisper as your bring your hand to his face, cupping his cheek. He nervously swallows and turns his head to press a kiss into your hand, before gently biting a finger while looking up at you.

Turning his head back to face you, he whimpers out a "god yes," as his hips buck up up into you, drawing a small moan out of you, "so so much."

♡ KENNY MCCORMICK

There is one singular phrase going through his head when he sees what you got on and it's "fuck me"

He's so unbelievably hard in like 2 seconds that it's alarming

He's a fan of sheer brighter colors and garters, but really any lingerie set looks good and he's really fine with anything you're putting on.

He'll rip the fabric off of you, he doesn't really care if you make a noise of complaint, he's too invested in getting him in you and making you feel good.

He'll make it up to you later by managing to get you another set later. (That he rips off you anyhow, it's a never ending cycle)

Would love to receive pictures of you in various lingerie sets. So after this whole thing of surprising him by wearing it for the first time, he'll want pictures of you from now on.

"Fuck y/n," Kenny groans, bucking himself against you, "you look so pretty. My pretty baby." His hands wander over your body, feeling the thin material and your skin causing him to become impatient.

Kenny leans forward to suck at your neck, causing you to let out small moans. "I need, need, this off of you. Now." Before you're able to say anything, he tugs at the top half a bit too roughly, ripping the thin material into halves.

"Kenny!" You exclaim, shock and annoyance evident in your tone.

Kenny stops briefly and he lets out a small laugh before kissing you, "I'm sorry hun, can't wait. Need you now. Gotta make you feel good."

You huff, "This was a bit pricey, Ken. How are you gonna make this one up?"

He snorts, before flipping you over and situating you so his face is pressed between your thighs, "Oh I'll make it up to you baby, and then some, promise."

♡ BUTTERS STOTCH

Another blushy and nervous wreck to see you in lingerie.

I feel he'd LOVE white sets, design doesn't matter, but there's something about wearing white in his eyes that just.. gets him going yk?

He definitely has a battle with himself on where to place his hands. Do you want them on your waist, hips, do you want to hold hands? What if he rips the fabric?

Stutters out compliments. Compliments you the whole time actually, his eyes nervously watch your every movement

He loves if you brush your body still clad with the lingerie against his bare skin. The feeling of technical skin contact but thin material between you two has got him in a chokehold for some reason

Calls you his angel because of the white lingerie and how beautiful/ethereal you look to him right now

Butters believes this is how he dies, underneath you, clad in a sheer white lingerie set. You slowly drag your fingers against his skin and he finds himself without a single complaint as to how he would be dying. He finds himself without many thoughts actually and the ones he does have are just about you.

"Oh god angel," Butters shudders, his brain turning into mush at the feeling of your body against his. His hands hovering just above your thighs, as he nervously thumbs at the material draped over them.

You giggle at his behavior, "you can touch me, you know?"

"O-oh, I know honey, but, you.. you just look so gosh darn gorgeous and..." he trails off, adams apple bobbing as your drag your hands along his waist. "..and what, Butters..?" You whisper against his ear.

His hands grip your thighs and bites his lip. "I want you.. please honey, my angel." He shifts underneath you, hoping you catch the hint and quit teasing him.

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Honeymoon*

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summary: you had given birth to your beautiful baby girl just under a year before you and joe got married. to make the honeymoon something to look even more forward to, you decided to wait till then to have sex for the first time since giving birth.

warnings: smut

pairing: joe burrow x reader

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(y/n’s pov)

joe was getting antsy, that's for sure.

it was honeymoon night and he was excited for what was about to happen next.

he was standing behind me, holding our leftovers in his hands as i tried to use the key to open.

i felt him shift behind me. he was looking over my shoulder. im guessing trying to figure out what was taking so long.

"here give me the key." - joe

"no. it's okay, i got it." - you

"give me the key." - joes voice grew stern. he wasn't offering, he was demanding

he handed me the leftovers from the restaurant we had just left as i gave him the key.

joe got the door open and quickly walked in, he moved out of the way so i could follow him and then he closed and locked the door behind me.

i walked over to the fridge and put the food up, knowing joe was watching me.

"baby.. can we go to bed?" - joe

"yeah lemme shower first." - you looked at him innocently, playing dumb

"that's not what i- you know what never mind. i'll be waiting for you in here, okay?" - joe

"okay joey." - you

i left joe alone and walked into the master suite, in all honesty i wasn't about to shower. i was gonna use this time to get ready for what usually leads to a shower.

i turned the water on to be safe, i didn't want him to hear me opening my suitcase up.

unzipping my bag, i dug to the bottom and grabbed the lace black lingerie that had been hiding.

slipping it on, i felt so confident in it but i definitely still had my doubts.

after that i re-curled some pieces of my hair that had fallen.

for the next 10 minutes i just sat in the bathroom scrolling through my phone, not exactly stalling but also trying to kill some time.

i wanted to make sure sam was asleep so i called my best friend, alexa.

"are you and joe not fucking right now?" - alexa

"oh my god, no. i'm in the bathroom alone." - you

"okay.. what's up?" - alexa

"i just wanted to talk, we really haven’t talked since the wedding yesterday." - you

“uhm.. okay?” - alexa

"so like how've you been?" - you

"y/n.. what are you stalling for?" - alexa

"i'm not stalling!" - you

"you just got very defensive, why are you hiding in the bathroom?" - alexa

"okay so.. im literally in the bathroom wearing lingerie stalling because i'm scared" - you

"of what?!" - alexa

"what if joe doesn't like how i look.. my body has changed a lot after having the baby and i'm scared he's not gonna find me attractive anymore." - you

"y/n burrow. you're speaking nonsense." - alexa

"i- i'm just scared" - you

"you really think joe isn't gonna like how you look? you know he's obsessed with you, i'm sure he's already tried to make moves on you today. no way he'd pass up the chance of joining the mile high club with you on your way there." - alexa

"okay yeah he has been making moves, but i'm still worried!" - you

"don't overthink it. are you just going to walk up to him in it?" - alexa

"uh no, i was thinking about putting something over it. i brought one of his jerseys, but i could also use one of the robes here" - you

"no use the jersey, i'm gonna go now. good look, babe!" - alexa

"thanks.." - you

she hung up and i let out a loud sigh.

i turned the water off and quietly slipped into the bedroom, making my way over to my suitcase and unzipping it.

grabbing the jersey i ran my hand over the letters on the back. it was something about seeing my new last name on the back.

i put it on and smoothed it out as i took a deep breath and started down the hallway.

when i got to the end of the hallway i saw joe sitting on the couch shirtless. the tv was on but he wasn't watching it, when i looked over his shoulder i saw that he was looking at the wedding pictures that we had just received.

i put my hands over his eyes, he jumped slightly but he quickly realized it was just me.

"guess who?" - you

"uhhh... i have no idea. is that you coach??" - joe

i laughed slightly before taking my hands off and walking in front of him.

"holy shit." - joes eyes scanned your body

he dropped his phone next to him, making it known that his full attention was on me.

"you like what ya see?" - you did a slow spin

after i did my spin and i was facing him again, seeing the look in his eyes made my stomach drop.

"fuck yeah." - joe

i moved forward and straddled him.

wrapping my arms around his neck as his arms snaked around my waist, i let my lips fall to his.

"you're all mine." - joe mumbled into the kiss

his hands migrated to my hips as he started moving me back and forth, grinding me against him.

still grinding against him, his lips left mine as his kisses wandered down to my neck, there were definitely going to be visible marks.

as he was sucking on my neck i let out a moan and grabbed onto his hair causing him to grip my hips.

"no matter how good you look in my jersey, i need to get it off of ya." - joe

he bunched up some of the fabric and looked up at me, wanting me to either tell him to continue or to stop.

"please joe." - you

"please what baby?" - joe grinned dirtily

"take it off me." - you gripped his biceps

joe pulled the jersey over my head and threw it to the side. when he saw the lingerie i had hidden underneath his eyes darkened to a shade id never seen before.

"fucking hell, you're so beautiful." - joe groaned

"i- i was scared you wouldn't like it." - you

joe’s whole body tensed up and it felt like the whole world stopped, please tell me i didn't just ruin this moment.

"what?" - joe

"i don't know, i'm sorry for saying anything.. it's just that my body has changed since having the baby and i was worried you wouldn't be attracted to how i looked in the lingerie." - you

"baby.. are you being for real? i mean this in the most serious way possible but you know you turn me into a horny teenager." - joe

i laughed slightly before i started rubbing his arms.

"again i'm sorry for even saying anything, i was just a little self conscious." - you

"you're safe with me babe... do you want me to keep going?" - joe

"oh yes of course... i need you." - you

"that's it, can you get up for a sec" - joe

i nodded and stood up from sitting on him. he too stood up and pulled his shorts down, his impressive length flinging free.

"no boxers?" - you grinned

"it's our honeymoon, thought i'd have them off more often then on so what's the point of wearing ‘em." - joe smirked

"you're so hot." - you stared at him open mouthed

"i know, gorgeous c’mere." - joe

he sat down on the couch and grabbed the underside of my thighs, pulling me to him.

joe gently put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto the floor.

once on my knees, he didn't even have to tell me what to do. this position was all too familiar.

joe let his eyes close as he felt my hand wrap around him, his head falling back as he let out a groan when the movements increased.

when my lips wrapped around his tip he dropped one of his hands from the couch and let it find my hair, he wrapped my hair around his hand controlling the depth and pace.

"i don't think you understand.. how fucking good this feels." - joe moaned

i used my hand to continue the movements on his base.

endless groans, moans, and curses flew out of his mouth. thank god there is no one else staying anywhere close to us.

i noticed his breathing quicken as his hands started guiding me with more strength.

"your mouth y/n, holy shit!" - joe moaned

he came not much longer after that. he let go of my hair and leaned forward, pulling me into a kiss.

"get up here with me. it's your turn" - joe breathed out

i suddenly became very nervous, sure i was excited to be brought pleasure and i was glad it was from joe... but i was just so nervous.

when he noticed i hadn't moved from my position below him joe opened his eyes and leaned up.

"you okay? you're safe with me baby." - joe

"i- i know, and uh i'm okay." - you

"are you just a little nervous?" - joe

i nodded and he reached out for my hand, lifting me up to stand.

"that's okay, it's the first time since you gave birth. you know i won't hurt ya, and if i do something that makes you uncomfortable tell me to stop immediately okay?" - joe

"okay.. thank you." - you

"you don't have to thank me." - joe

i stood up from my kneeling position and sat down next to him.

"i love you." - you kissed him

"love you too babe, now what am i gonna do with you?" - joe smirked

joe turned me to where i was laying flat on my back against the couch.

he gently parted my legs and started placing kisses on the inside of my thighs.

"don't tease, burrow" - you

"be patient, burrow" - joe looked up at me with a grin

good lord... this man.

joe moved the fabric aside as he connected his lips to my core, i was seeing stars.

"fuck joe!" - you moaned

i could literally feel him smile against me.

his mouth was literal magic, and it wasn't long till i was practically screaming his name.

the smug look on his face was evident.

he knew the effect he had on me and it turned him on extremely.

looking down and seeing his already hard again and throbbing dick more than ready to be inside of me was exciting.

"i think you're more than ready for me." - joe

"joey." - you whined

"yeah baby? what is it?" - joe

i moaned in response, unable to form words as i watched him slowly pump himself.

"i need your dick in me, please joe." - you

"i forgot how needy you are." - joe

"shut up and fuck me." - you

"don't gotta tell me twice." - joe

he got on top of me, his hands on either side of my head holding himself up.

i wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me, our lips engaging in a filthy kiss as he entered me.

"oh my god- fuck." - joe

we were too busy moaning into each others mouths to kiss.

his thrusts were fast and hard, but i needed more.

"joey." - you moan

"yeah?" - joe breathed out

"harder." - you

"your wish is my command, mama." - joe

his hips met mine with heavy hard thrusts.

i was slowly moving farther up on the couch because of him literally pounding into me.

"damn it!" - joe groaned

with joe on top i could see his facial expression's, those that only showed how good he was feeling.

multiple thrusts later i could feel that unmistakable feeling in my stomach.

"joey, im close." - you gripped his biceps

he acted fast, his already ferocious pace speeding up as i moaned louder and louder.

"that's it baby, just let go." - joe groaned

that and a few more thrusts had me coming apart underneath him.

but the thing is, joe hadn't finished yet.

"babe." - your breathy voice rang out

"yeah?" - joe

"turn us." - you

"baby, you don't have too-" - joe

"i said turn us." - you

joe grabbed me and turned us around with ease, his back was now against the couch and i was on top.

in all honesty i didn't have the energy to ride him, but i wasn't about to let him walk away from this without finishing.

slowly, i started moving on his length. taking every glorious inch of him and then pulling off.

joes neck was rolling in every which way as his nose and eyes were scrunched.

"fuck, baby." - joe moaned

he had his hands on my hips to help guide me at the speed he wanted.

"i'm about to cum, y/n." - joe

i grabbed the back of neck and pulled him up to me, his lips attacking mine.

joe let out a guttural sound into the kiss as i felt him let go inside of me.

i got off of him and dropped next to him onto the couch. joe immediately pulled me to him and rubbed my naked back.

"that was amazing.." - joe

"mhm." - you mumbled against his chest

"i know you already showered, but we should go wash up." - joe

"i never showered." - you giggled as you traced the ridges in his abs

"okay well now you can come take a bath with me. i saw that huge tub in there so i know this is about to be relaxing.” - joe

he stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me up.

i stumbled a bit, my legs were still wobbly from what we had just done but joe guided me to the bathroom.

he lowered in first and then i did, my back against his chest as i sat between his legs.

"i love you so much baby, i'm so happy you're my wife." - joe rubbed your shoulders

"i love you too, hubby." - you

we both giggled at the nickname before he kissed my forehead.

i've never felt so loved.

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authors note: why are imagines so much more fun to write than stories?

hope you enjoyed it!! ❤️❤️

[appleblueberry-pie]

Yandere! Scarface Gojo x afab! Reader who's ovulating and speaks whatever the hell is on her mind.

You could care less about how you got locked up in this beautiful and very isolated cabin surrounded by hundreds of miles of forest trees. And how many times you tried to save your dignity by escaping your captor from hell.

All you could think about was the man in front of you who got into bed with you, shirtless and only in his boxers, getting comfortable. It was silent, and all you could do was.....stare at his.....[very gorgeous body that caught your eyes. But you'd never say that out loud. Or would you?]body.

.............Satoru will admit. It's silent! And you're never silent. He doesn't look at you, he gives it a second before you start calling him very mean names and how his love logic is the worst kind of logic ever and that he should let you go. But it never comes.

So he gives in and turns, a slight smile on his face. But it falters, very surprised.

You have this look on your face.

....he doesn't know what to think. It's so....raw....?

You're staring at him with this look of unfaltering love and trust and....what? Lust? It's almost creepy.

This is a face you only make in his dreams. He thinks back, unsure if he drugged you with something. But nothing comes up.

You haven't scooted away, you're just sitting there, completely turned to him and admiring him.

"Uh....." For once, he doesn't know what to say. "Is there something on my face?"

You actually, like, smile at his joke. Like full teeth and it's gorgeous. And he can't help but mirror your expression.

"That was funny. And yeah, obviously. You got some cute scars on your face. And body." Unashamed, you trail your eyes down to the rest of his body.

Um, woah? You haven't laughed at his jokes since September 20th. He scrunches his eyebrows, really thinking now.

Either this is a joke, or you're trying to find a way to escape again, or someone's holding you at gunpoint.

But he knows no one would find this location, and he'd find them before they would've found you so that's out of the question.

None of the other options matter anyways, he's too impatient to see what else you'd say to him. You got him riled up.

"Oh, yeah?" He sits up a little more, the blanket falls down his stomach, showing his pelvis and legs, intentionally.

You hum in agreement and take this as an offer to trail your gaze even lower. Satoru cocks his head to the side. "What's gotten into you? Tryna escape again, or???"

You look back at him and slowly shake your head. "No, I just.....you look good." You shrug and give him a look of honesty. He's never seen your face so expressive since June 7th(he has videos from before he met you).

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He nods and scans your face once more before a smile slowly makes its way back to his face. "You think I look good?" You nod again. "Tell me how." You look away, thinking about it. "I don't know. You, uhh......even though you didn't have any scars before and looked good then," Oh, did he now?? "Your scars make you seem....wiser and hotter, I guess." Your heart was about to pound out of your chest. But it felt so good finally telling him about these pent-up feelings you've had for a few days now. And it's getting harder to ignore the throbbing in your pussy, anyways.

Satoru nods like he understands exactly what you're talking about, his ego suffocating the room. "Oh, I'm glad you shared that with me, baby." He sighs dramatically. "It must've been so hard for you not to communicate that with me, hm? These past few days, I've been in and out of here." You nod, and he smiles. He looks back at you and points to his side. "Come sit closer to me, I wanna feel you. There's also this new movie I want to watch."

Satoru keeps his eyes on your every move, watching as you slowly crawl your way into his arms and melt into them. He doesn't know what the hell has gotten into you but he fucking loves it. Your left hand on his stomach and your face leaning into his chest. Your legs are starting to tangle with his. This is all he's ever wanted.

He can....feel your heartbeat. Fast and hard to control. He can feel....your relaxed body on his. Your body warmth shared with his. Your soft and squishy skin. He's sure you wouldn't mind his hand going under your shirt, right? He doesn't do it, though. He just listens to your raging heartbeat. But he acts like he's ignoring it as he blindly searches through the streaming channel. Suddenly, he hears your quiet voice. "Hm?" He asks, turning his head down to face you. You look up at him with those large, innocent doe eyes that make his cock twitch. "Can i....I just wanna..." the remote almost cracks in his hand as your soft lips press against his neck. So warm and foreign.

Yeah, you're never seeing your family again. You slowly and surely pepper kisses along his neck. His lips part as your hand trails down his stomach and you lean into him more to reach farther on his face. Behind the ear, on the ear, you're getting to his high cheekbone. Your leg is almost draped over his and his heart beats faster.

You make a sound of happiness as you kiss at his jawline, too. But then you stop and Satoru comes down from his happy place, face red and cock straining his pants. "Wh....why did you stop?" You see his face and look confused. "Huh?" He gives you a dirty glance. Animalistic and unrestrained. "Don't stop kissing me." Before you could act on what he said or even comprehend it, he took matters into his own hands.

He firmly grabs your chin and pulls you into a deep, emotion filled kiss. He shoves his tongue down your throat, emptying your mind in the process. You moan into the kiss, which makes him moan too, and you absentmindedly grind into his side, horny and so needy. Satoru wraps his arm around your side and gropes it like it's the only thing keeping him alive. It actually hurts, and you could care less. It makes you even wetter. You wanna take your shirt off. You wanna feel his skin on yours so bad. Your knee brushes against his hard on. Immediately understanding what it is, your eyes open, and you gasp, separating from the kiss.

You look down at it, sparkles in your eyes. It looks so big! You wonder if it can fit? Or if you can ride it? Would he even let you ride it before creampie-ing you first? "Can I help?" Spills out of your lips faster than you can think. You look back at Satoru, who's a thousand degrees in love. Who is he to disagree? "You can do whatever you want, baby. But first, I gotta taste you." You nod, and Satoru has never been a happier man. Hopefully you won't regret your decision in a few more days.

[mouse-of-dimitrescu]

𝟷𝟸 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 🎄 #𝟼 𝙹𝚊𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚇 𝙵𝚎𝚖 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

BOLD AND BRILLIANT ( NSFW )

Not my gif

WARNINGS: grinding, strap-on, slight overstim, anything else let me know ❤︎

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Two months ago, you joined the Sonic Catering Institute and so far, you have been feeling rather isolated. The three other interns kept to themselves, and when they weren't keeping to themselves they were agruing with each other. Hardly anyone wanted to listen to the helpful intructions of Jan Stevens ( if whom you would happily die for ). In order to avoid any trouble, you kept to yourself too, following instructions and going with the flow. It was also the beginning of December. Almost Christmas. The Sonic Catering Institute was decorated with colourful lights and a Christmas tree even sat in the drawing room. You loved the sight, even though the atmosphere created by the people around you wasn't so merry.

You sat outside in the patio, doing a crossword in one of Jan's food magazines. You scribbles with your pencil in the corner of the page while you were thinking of the next word to write down. You didn't notice Jan approach you and sit down at your side.

" I take that you're doing well?" You heard a sudden voice beside you and jumped, startled. You looked over to Jan and saw that she was wearing her large white skirt with her black short blazer. Her hands were clasped in her lap and her posture made the Queen mediocre.

" Miss Stevens. Uh-huh, yes. Yes. I'm fitting in well." You nodded, closing the magazine, using your index finger as a bookmark.

Jan smiled. " That's lovely. You're a very quiet intern." She noted, examining every feature on your face.

You nodded. " Yes. Yes I am. I'm quite introverted."

" Of course. I only meant that I wish you would be bolder. More of an individual. Less compliant with the decisions of the other interns." Jan explained calmly, gesturing with her hand.

" I don't wish to cause trouble. But I see what you mean." You nodded, going back to your crossword.

Jan smiled when she saw the crossword. " Ah, what word are you looking for?" She asked, scooting closer to you.

" Another word for uniformity." You bit the end of your pencil, deep in thought.

" Homogeneity?" Jan suggested. " Does it fit in the blocks?"

You wrote the word down and it fitted perfectly. " Thanks." You smiled.

Jan got up. Before leaving she turned to you. " Bold is best. Maybe I can...demonstrate one evening." Jan's voice darkened as she said this and you felt yourself blush.

" I'd like that," you nodded. Jan smiled and walked away without saying a word. Your were oblivious to the fact that your pencil had fallen out of your hand and landed on the floor. You gulped and watched Jan walk away, not knowing if she meant the innuendo or if your mind was playing dirty tricks on you.

The following evening, after dinner, Jan and a few other interns were chatting about the next show, you remained at the dining room table, drinking your wine. You didn't want to talk about the next show, in all honesty you were actually dreading it.

Fifteen minutes later, things began to quieten down and the interns left. You heard their footsteps up the wooden stairs and sighed in relief, thankful to be alone fully. No one noticed you — or at least you thought. You heard a pair of footsteps getting closer to you, striding along the wooden floors. You let out another sigh, but this time it was one of disappointment. The disappointment soon ceased when you saw Jan enter the room.

" Hello, dear. You're sitting here all alone. Did you not want to converse with the other interns?" Jan asked, taking a seat beside you and placing her hands in her lap like always.

You took another sip of your wine, thinking about how your should phrase your response. " I just didn't feel like it. I'm not exactly a people person." You gave a fake, dry chuckle, hoping to lighten the mood a little bit.

Jan merely nodded and looked at you quizzically. After a few moments of awkward silence, the woman spoke up, clearing her throat lightly. " Maybe I can give you that demonstration this evening. If you're up for it?"

" T-to work on my b-boldness." You stuttered, feeling as though you had been deprived of air. You had no idea where this would lead, but you were not complaining.

" Yes, dear. Meet me in my chambers in fifteen minutes." Jan gave you a small smile before getting up and walking away.

Your heart trodded in your chest like those damn footsteps you heard — Jan walking upstairs. You knew this wasn't about your ' boldness ' or lack thereof. It was clearly something more — something mercilessly intimate that made your fingertips quiver as they held onto the almost empty wine glass.

You sat there for a short while. It was the longest fifteen minutes of your life. You gulped down the last droplet of wine and walked upstairs, praying to the stars to give you strength. You approached Jan's door and took a deep breath before lifting your hand up, ready to knock.

Before your hand could hit the door, Jan bolted it open with a small smile on her face. She was dressed in her nightly attire and she looked at you for a moment..

" Wait, how do you know I was out here?" You asked, walking inside Jan's chambers and looking around at the large silky bed and the strange, eccentric furniture.

" I heard your footsteps. Now, dear, make yourself comfortable." Jan smiled, gesturing to her bed.

You took a deep breath and sat on the edge of Jan's bed, your leg uncontrollably bouncing, you were clearly anxious for what was to come.

" Nervous?" Jan asked softly, sitting down next to you and taking one of her hands.

" J-Jan, surely this isn't with regards to my boldness." You took another deep breath.

Jan smiled and looked directly at you, maintaining eye contact. " Of course not. I hope you picked up on...what I was actually meaning. I do not wish to give you a boldness lesson this late in the evening." Jan said softly, you heard the high but calm pitches in her voice that made your lips go numb.

" Is this..." You tilted your head slightly.

Jan slightly nodded, playing with the button on your shirt. " If you consent, of course."

" I consent." You said, a little bit too quickly, making Jan smile broadly.

" Good pet. Be a darling and strip for me." Jan said, almost indifferently. She remained sitting while she watched you stand up. You nervously took off your clothes in front of Jan. To hell with dignity. You thought. Once you were in your bra and knickers l, Jan grazed her eyes over your body. It was a painful few moments of self consciousness and doubt. You felt Jan's hand reach for your waist, squeezing it gently.

" Absolutely beautiful." She whispered, not being able to keep her eyes off your figure. Jan stood up and unclasped your bra, letting it slide off you. She smiled and caressed your breasts. You couldn't take it anymore. You needed this woman more than you needed air to breathe. You felt your hands almost wantonly clutch onto Jan.

" Oh...is someone a bit needy?" Jan teased, trailing a line with her index finger down your stomach. You nodded desperately, making Jan smirk. " Words, pet." Jan grasped firmly on your jawline, making you look up at her.

" Yes...I... Please Jan I need you. " You confessed through shortened breaths.

" Good darling. Now, take your knickers off and lie down on the pillows."

You immediately obeyed Jan and removed your knickers, lying down on the silk sheets, your back and head slightly propped up on her pillows. You hoped that you weren't dripping on her sheets. You were already embarrassed as it was.

Jan shuffled through her drawers, collecting a few items before returning to you. She held a strap on red silicone dildo in one hand and some yellow rope in the other.

" Colours of Christmas. Rather fitting, don't you think?" Jan chuckled before coming up close to you. She grabbed your wrist and tied it with rope, tying it firmly to the headboard.

" Do you want this, darling? Are you certain?" Jan asked, genuinely making sure that you were okay before continuing.

You nodded. " Yes, yes, pelase Jan, I want this if you do." You said quickly, not wanting to waste a moment.

Jan smiled and kissed you deeply. " Good, pet. I'm going to have some fun with you. If you want me to stop, say 'chocolate'."

You nodded. " Okay."

Jan smiled and tied your other hand up, standing back and looking at you. " God, you're desperate." She mumbled under her breath, almost in disbelief. On top of that, you whimpered pathetically at her words, enjoying how they made you feel.

Jan smirked and stripped as well. Now it was your turn to look at her. You saw her curved tummy and thighs, shaped by her strong-built and tall form. When she unclasped her bra, her breasts spilled out, her pink nipples were hard and her cunt clearly glistening as much as yours.

" You're... beautiful." You looked at Jan again, unable to take your eyes away.

" Thank you." Jan smiled. " Let me...experiment?"

You nodded. " Okay." You were willing to do anything. Anything at all for Jan.

Jan climbed on the bed, crawled up to you and straddled your waist. She smiled and bent down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss again. You moaned as she but down on your bottom lip and you rugged at the rope, clearly wanting to touch her. Jan smiled at your struggles and patted your cheek softly before pulling away from your face. She aligned her cunt with yours and grinded against you, making you moan out loud.

Jan moaned too and grasped firmly into your shoulders, beginning to grind faster. You attempted to help Jan, bucking your hips up and trying to meet the rythm of her body which seemed impossible because of the restraints and her weight on top of you.

" Jan...oh my God." You moved, feeling Jan's arousal mixing with your own. The way her body moved made your mouth water. You needed more of Jan. You were desperate.

" Oh...fuck, I'm going to go faster." Jan breathed out, increasing the pace of her lips. Moans escaped the both of you, you spread your legs wider, wanting to feel more and more as Jan moved against you, creating a pattern of movements that would soon send you over the edge. Your walls contracted around nothing and arousal leaked down your thighs. You didn't know if it belonged to Jan, or yourself but you were definitely going to ruin the sheets after this night.

Jan's hips were moving at a rapid pace, the need to cum ( for both of you ) was urgent. It was an indescribable hunger that brought you both into a primal state. Your bodies syncing. You tugged at the restraints while Jan gripped firmly on your shoulders, her nails dug into your skin.

" Jan...I'm...going— fuck" you breathed out, feeling yourself approaching your climax.

" Me too, pet. Cum with me." Jan ordered and she came with a cry, which made you cum too. Your slick mixing together, Jan's grinding against you began to slow down as she helped you both to ride out your highs. Your breathing was untamed and your eyes shut in the moment of pure ecstasy.

Jan slowed down to a stop and gently got off you, you both flinched at the feeling and she kissed your cheek. " I'm not done." Jan whispered.

Your eyes widened. You were already so sensitive but you couldn't resist. You needed more. It was always more. More. More. More.

You watched as Jan fetched the strap and strapped it on herself. The dildo end of it was long, wide and extremely detailed. Jan smirked at your reaction and raised your hips, placing a pillow under them for better access. She climbed towards you and forced your legs open wider. You spread them and looked up at Jan, casting your eyes back at the strap and up at her again.

" How many orgasms can I pull from you?" Jan asked.

" Not more than three. But I'll be happy to test that theory." You gave Jan a small but playful smile.

" Oh? Look who's being bold. Good, pet." Jan smiled, using the arousal from your cunt to lubricate the strap, stroking it. She inches her body closer to yours and you felt the large tip moving through your folds and into your tight cunt.

You were breathing heavily. Your chest moving up and down as you prepared yourself to take her.

" J-Jan, what if it's too big?" You asked nervously, feeling Jan slip inside slowly.

" It's not. Especially not when you're so soaked." Jan slapped your cunt, making you jolt and whimper, shutting your eyes. Jan smiled and did it again before thrusting the entire girth inside of you.

You screamed Jan's name and tugged harshly on the ropes again. Your walls cluttered around the faux cock immediately. Jan smirked and massaged your thighs.

" Mm, it's nice to hear your voice. Even if it's just your pathetic screams." She said darkly, in a hushed tone that made your cunt soak in its own arousal even more..

" Please...please move, Jan. Please." You moaned. Jan smiled and made eye contact you, rocking her hips back and forth, you felt the cock stretching you wider upon every thrust, but it was a good pain. A desperate, masochistic pain that made you scream in agony, yelling for more.

" God, you're taking me so well." Jan breathed out, unable to take her eyes away from your dripping sex, she watched as your walls squeezed around it, practically sucking it in.

You moaned even louder at her words and tried to tug at those restraints again. Your cheeks burned, your head moved from side to side as you felt Jan thrust deeply inside of you.

" J-Jan I—" you couldn't finish your sentence, the pleasure was too overwhelming.

" Is my pet going to cum?" Jan asked, teasingly. She made direct eye contact with you and caressed your thighs as she pounded into you.

" Mmm, yes, please....Jan" you mewled, furrowing your browband looking up at Jan desperately. You felt your walls flutterring and clenching around the cock. Your breathing became unbalananced, your legs shook slightly and it was as if your whole body was shivering like a freezing hell.

" Cum for me, pet." Jan said sternly. At that, you let go. The release your body had been begging for had finally arrived. You screamed Jan's name and groaned out vulgar words. Jan watched you intently, she used her hands to steady her legs as she helped you down from your orgasm.

" Good, darling." She said softly, rubbing your thighs in a soothing manner.

You came down from your climax, your eyes were still shut and you were breathing heavily all the same. Jan smiled down at you and removed the strap — the unexpected feeling made you whiner and shut your legs as you rolled onto your side, your body utterly exhausted.

Jan came back to you and held you gently, giving you small kisses of approval.

" Dear, are you alright?" She asked, caressing your cheek. You nodded in response and slowly opened your eyes, looking up at Jan.

" Y-ye-yes. Thank you, Jan." You mumbled against her chest.

Jan chuckled and kissed the top of your head, picking you up.

Jan ran in bath water and she hopped inside the tub, helping you in too. You felt too tired to move, Jan was rough but you loved it.

" You did so well for me." Jan smiled and caressed your hair. " It seems Christmas came early for someone this year." She let out a light chuckle and kissed your cheek. You smiled and kissed her cheek too.

" Mm, almost Christmas." You mumbled happily. Jan smiled and nodded.

" And I think that a little holiday rest will suit you well, won't it, darling? With me? " Her fingers drew lines over your tummy and she squeezed your waist gently.

" I'd like that. " You looked up at Jan who was smiling down at you, slightly amused.

" Me too."

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I hope that was okay, wrote it late last week

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@aemilia19 @winterfireblond @littledollll @blood-red-ocean

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[benkeibear]

☰ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

⧫ Characters: Chifuyu, Nahoya, Souya

⧫ Reader: genderneutral | AFAB

⧫ Summary: How they react when you tell them that you're pregnant

⧫ WARNINGS: mentions of pregnancy and childbirth (and children, oh no)

⧫ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! (This is a repost from my old blog)

☰ Chifuyu:

ꕤ Sweet Fuyu oh dear

ꕤ You would probably just buy a Baby onesie and the dense idiot that He is would put Peke J in it

ꕤ in all honesty, it was adorable but you had to break the news when you saw Peke J actually walk around in that thing

ꕤ “Fuyu, you know… The onesie wasn't for Peke.. It was for your son” you said flustered

ꕤ The cat was his son so what are you talking about??

ꕤ Chifuyu is stuck in a loading screen and then realized that you meant that you're pregnant

ꕤ He would immediately start to cry and ask if you're serious, hugging you oh so right, He always wanted a little family with you

ꕤ from that day on He would join to every doctor appointment to hold your hand

ꕤ Already completely in his dad role, reading books and going to courses with you

ꕤ Craving something at 2am? Don't worry, Fuyu here would drive everywhere at any given time just for you

ꕤ also gives the best massages to your legs & sore feet

ꕤ tries to be there for you as much as He can possibly be, after all it's his child as well

☰ Nahoya:

ꕤ Tricky one

ꕤ He did want a child or two at some point in his life but you two didn't actively try for a child

ꕤ You didn’t exactly know how to break the news or how He would react

ꕤ After 10 pregnancy tests and them all being positive you took all your courage and presented him the test without a word

ꕤ poor man went pale, looking at you with wide eyes and the smile wiped off his face

ꕤ “is this another of your little pranks?” He asked serious, thinking that this is nothing to joke about

ꕤ But when you shook your head, close to crying his smile returned again, pulling you Into his lap to hold you close

ꕤ “i’m really gonna be a dad, huh?” He hummed, sounding happy about it

ꕤ He needed a while to full grasp onto it all, not prepared at all but He was sure that it will all turn out alright, it always did with you

ꕤ joins to most doctor appointments, sometimes He just can't because of the restaurant and all but He tries

ꕤ home cooked meals, always according to your cravings

ꕤ reads up a lot of stuff online, like how to change a diaper or how to properly hold a Baby

ꕤ He is actually very happy with the situation and growing into the father role

☰ Souya:

ꕤ Baby boy oh no

ꕤ always wanted to have twins just like He and Hoya were, doesn't care for the gender

ꕤ did you two talk about children already? Yes. Did you talk about actually having them?...nope

ꕤ when you handed him some Baby plushies He smiled big and then it dawned him, the way you felt sick in the morning and everything

ꕤ immediately bursts Into tears - happy tears “a-am i gonna be a dad?” He sobs and You nod

ꕤ Souya was over the moon, holding you as close as possible

ꕤ He will talk to your bump every day, no matter how small it is in the beginning

ꕤ of course He joins to every appointment and when you find out you have little twin girls He was ready to burst from happiness

ꕤ They end up having SO many plushies

ꕤ He even buys you one of those pregnancy pillow thingies so you sleep better

ꕤ just like with Nahoya you get home cooked meals all the time

ꕤ is nervous about it but He goes to parent courses with you so He can be the best dad

ꕤ overprotective with you but it’s really cute

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Princess Top - By Wacoco Waco (6.5/10)

A comedy yaoi that veers into an aggressive yandere mess? It can't be all bad. I tried to read it. It's got a happy ending so there's that. The creepiness level is pretty extreme.

Mao and Akira are very different guys. Akira is a straight guy who is unfortunately popular with men. One of those is Mao, an extremely girly boy.

Mao kinda forces him into a relationship. Akira is harassed by guys 24/7. Mao says he will protect him.

How?

Mao uses his squad of fans to protect Akira with physical violence.

Disturbing!

Also he admits that he didn't feel pure love at first. Mao was...exactly like the other guys. Actually he was worse. He stalked Akira, and he also daydreamed about attacking him.

Akira's friend turns on him too.

It's kinda sad because he trusted this guy.

Mao is apparently really obvious about the jealousy too. The whole school knows he's possessive.

I...yeah no real friends only enemies I guess...

Mao isn't even officially dating Akira. It's just a creepy protection agreement, but he acts like this.

He gets called out for not being Akira's real boyfriend, and he gets even meaner.

Mao tells Akira everything. Points for the honesty, I guess. Mao might look girly, but he's just a guy. He wants to be in a relationship with Akira. He wants to not...be girly. He wants to be himself around Akira. That self happens to be extremely possessive and horny.

Happy end?????

Akira was so popular that he was basically forced to pick a boyfriend I guess.

[midnight-black2]

hii! im sending in a request for Jann in the Archie Mademay event :) and this is my first time so sorry im nervous😅!

but prompt 11 really piqued my interest, thought about maybe a (before gt academy) nerdy and shy gamer Jann x popular sporty reader? thank you for your time bye bye :] !!

𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒

pairing : jann mardenborough x reader

synopsis : you can't keep neither your mind off of jann nor your hands off of him either

disclaimers : not many, sub!jann, softdom!reader, kissing in public, pretty mild

note : i listened to the song sparks by coldplay while making this, so that's were i got the title, just so it doesn't seem as random lol

most people found it weird how much attention you showed jann. after all, he was close enough to a nobody.

man, society is weird.

all these unattainable standards set by messy, emotional, little humans. i mean, if you wanted to see jann, why should anyone try to stop you? you liked who you liked, and it's not like you could help it. besides, jann was sweet, cute, and ambitious. in your opinion, he was the dream guy.

you two would eat lunch together, walk each other to classes you had during the day, average college couple stuff. you never let anyone give him a hard time, and whenever you attended a social event, he was by your side (whether he wanted to be there or not). he attended all of your [sports] games, etc. the coupley stuff wasn't the weirdest part to people. the weirdest part to people was that you chose to do the coupley stuff with him. you had lines of guys and girls waiting, patiently. stalking and clinging, nagging and hanging--yet you chose him.

people talked, of course they did. negative or positive, they talked.

but over time, it got better. the jealousy never really subsided, but when the two of you walked through the halls, not as many people stared. and when you guys attended parties, not as many people ignored jann.

either way, you couldn't care less. you loved jann more than anything. nothing would change that.

you guys were sat a desk in the back of the library. quiet giggles and whispers could be heard. it was supposed to be a tutoring session, but it always turned out a different way. you always found him more interesting than algebra (or...calculus..?) and simply ended up making out. as jann explained the equation, your eyes lingered on him. you took in his facial features, admiring him not-so-subtly. he didn't notice until he looked over, and his eyes widened slightly. he smiled, before clearing his throat.

"so, do you understand? or do you need me to explain it better?" he asked, and you didn't answer. you didn't quite care, frankly. you weren't failing math, you had a 92%, which is borderline, but far from failing. so, it wasn't your biggest priority. in all honesty, you only kept up with these tutoring sessions to see him. you simply held his gaze, a look on your face he couldn't exactly read.

"were you even paying attention?" he asked, quirking a brow.

"no, not really."

"and by that you mean not at all, huh?" he asked, rhetorically. you nodded, with a small shrug. he laughed, before looking down. "so, uhm, what were you thinking about then?"

"three guesses," you said, smiling. you thought he had to have known by now, considering this is what you do every tutoring session.

"wha-Y/N, you know i'm not very good at this," he replied, cocking his head to the side in slight thought.

"oh cmon, it should be easy," you stated, with a playful eye roll. he lifted his hands up in defense.

"i really don't know," he said, and you couldn't help the laugh the emitted from you.

"gosh jann, you're smart, nerdy, but so incredibly dense."

"well then...just tell me. please?" he asked. and really, how could you say no to him? was it possible if you even wanted to? no. would you really ever want to? also no.

"i'm thinking about how cute you are. you and your perfect pink lips, how kissable they look, and your adorable curls--god, i'm thinking about you, jann. when am i ever not?" you say, leaning in closer as you speak your mind. he was slightly taken aback, before he leaned in as well. he didn't know what to say, so he didn't. he had this look in his eyes you knew all too well.

"can i...?" he queried, reluctantly. you grinned.

"you don't have to ask for a kiss, jann."

"right--sorry." you chuckled, before you kissed him. it was sweet, like honey. he was the one to pull away first.

"you know, you always do this," he said, with a head shake, but with an irresistible beam across his face.

"i know, just can't get enough of you," you said, kissing his cheek. you pecked his lips, nose, jaw, neck, everywhere you could. your hand cupped his face, and he seemed to lean into your touch. you went up for another kiss, which was a bit more feverish this time. your bodies felt hot, and you couldn't wait any longer. or...maybe you could, but you definitely didn't want to.

"let's go to my dorm, yeah?" you said, and he nodded eagerly.

goodness you loved that boy.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[alexiswritingstuff]

Just wanted to let you know that I've been binge reading all of your writings and I love them so much, keep up the good work! :)

I know you might have a lot of Gus requests, so it's okay if you put this one on the back burner for a bit. But I read the "Not So Scary After All" work and I was wondering if you could write a sort of sequel to it?

Maybe Jesse keeps trying to tell GN reader how obvious it is that he likes them. How he's seen him try not to smile when talking to reader, the softer tone of voice, things like that.

Reader obviously doesn't believe him and thinks that Gus is just being nice to his employees, especially the ones that are responsible for the cooks.

Anyways, after a few days of Jesse pestering the reader about it something happens to make them realize he might be right. I was thinking maybe they would make another mistake with the cook and Walter is there to see it. Maybe he gets mad, a little TOO mad, and Gus walks in 🤭 Or anything else works too! I just love the premise of a protective Gus that doesn't like to show how protective he actually is

First of all, thank you for the comment about my writings, I'm glad you have enjoyed them so far! Initially I didn't think about writing a part two, so I hope this does it justice, as well as that I hope it was what you were looking for!

Thank you for sending this in!

Not so scary after all. 2/2

Pairing: Gustavo x gender neutral reader.

Other appearances: Jesse Pinkman, Walter White.

Warnings: arguing, walter being a douche.

also be aware of spelling mistakes, or other errors. I do read these over but I can tend to miss stuff either way!

A/N: my brain has been fixated on other characters recently, so if these guys seem ooc then that may be why. It's hard to write scenes where gustavo is interested in another person because we barely get to see that in either show, so I also hope my portrayal of him just generally feels correct.

I hope you enjoy!

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Taglist- @sukunamybeloved - @viviennemuerte - @miwagila - @marksassybanana

previous part.

It never mattered how many times you had gone through the same routine. Surprisingly, considering your line of work, waking up in the morning was always the most jarring part. 

You could’ve had a great nights sleep, not woken up at any point, had no distractions or noisy neighbours. Yet the second you were in that car to get to the laundromat, it was like you had to force your eyes to stay open. 

Which was apparently the same for Jesse too as there was a series of mumbles and grumbles that would fill the car every few seconds. 

Each time you spared a glance to the passenger seat he would be leant further and further into window, his head bobbing whenever there was a difference in ground level or direction of the wheels. 

It had you amused, but also a little concerned, “Did you wake up too early, or too late?”

Seeking no comfort from the hardness of the glass, and after his temple ended up smacking right into it, Jesse got himself to sit upright in a speed that closely resembled one of those stairlifts. 

He groaned, having to make consistent attempts to keep his body from just slumping all together, “Both?” His hands raised to his head, the sides of his fingers beginning to rub at his eyes as if it would rid them of their tiredness.

In all honesty, outside of the cooking sessions and other shenanigans you found yourself in, you and Jesse never really... hung out. There would be times where you had lunch together, or had to show up to his house if there was something to drop off.

But that was mostly it.

And there wasn’t exactly a reason as to why. You had absolutely nothing against Pinkman, it was like the opposite. The more you spent time with him, the more you felt like some kind of guardian watching over some kid. Even if he also was an adult.

“You had breakfast, though, right?” Your gaze was trained on the lane ahead despite your ongoing conversation.

You had just turned onto a state road, meaning that, regardless of it being early in the morning, people were up and about. Trying to get to their jobs.

It always made it seem busier than it was.

At first, in response to your question, Jesse simply emitted another mumble of something. He was thinking, the intensity in which he rubbed at his eyes increasing for a moment, and then his hands dropped. “Oh,”

“Shit, I don’t... I don’t know.”

You supressed the urge to sigh. It had already happened a few times. Depending on what he did the night before, there would be some mornings where his mind was rattled enough that he would almost forget where he even was, so.

You came prepared. 

“Well, I guess luck is on your side today.” you commented, flexing your fingers against the grips of the steering wheel, “There should be a sandwich or something in the back.”

By now Jesse’s head was leaning into the headrest, definitely having the same problem of trying to keep his eyes open like you did. The heat outside probably wasn’t a helpful factor either. “Seriously?”

You didn’t want to take your attention off of the road. The cars in front were starting to slow, and you needed to keep note of the distance from the ones at the back. “Check.” you told him, adjusting the rear view mirror for better visibility.

Jesse sort of rolled his head to the side after a moment, his chin almost knocking into the bone of his shoulder as his gaze cast onto the few items that were in the back seats.

He lazily blinked for a good few seconds, his eyes trying to adjust to the redirection of a sunlight beam. And then he saw it. Right in the middle.

A brown bag.

“No way.”

The next move he made was so fast that the seatbelt strapped around him had immediately stalled against his body, attempting to keep him in place at the assumption of sudden danger.

But that wasn’t enough to stop him at all. 

He pushed against it once, then twice, and then one more time before simply manoeuvring himself around the belt so that the top half would basically be protecting the car seat instead of him. 

When Jesse leaned himself between your seat and his, it was so much harder to keep your attention on the road. He was reaching out, arm extended as far as it could go and waving almost madly, until eventually, he grabbed the bag.

Jesse practically had to shove himself backwards to sit upright again, but soon he was able to resume his previous position with a big sigh of relief. Your head could only shake. 

Now, there was this sound a rustling paper that filled the entire car as you moved onto the accompanying lane. Something that was definitely not supporting your concentration. “Damn.”

His voice was muffled, the noises coming out of his mouth barely even sounding like a word which in turn made you send him a look.

He had finally gotten to the sandwich. “You make this?”

“Nah, I had too many errands to run.” you informed with a slight sigh, finally beginning to let yourself relax in your seat, “Would’ve done it if I had the time, but I think that is better anyway.”

Jesse didn’t even have to speak for you to know his response. He had taken another bite, nodding his head just slightly in proper approval. If his eyes were closed it would look like he was in pure bliss.

After relentlessly chewing for a hot minute, he attempted to swallow it down, “I didn’t-- I didn’t take you as an early riser.” Yet his voice was still almost unintelligible.

“Well, believe it or not, other people are in fact active in the mornings.” you pointed out, slightly leaning to the side for further emphasis on who the comment was aimed at in a way that had Jesse rolling his eyes. 

You swear you saw a clump of crumbs fly from his mouth when he next spoke, “Yeah, yeah-- You sure your too many errands wasn’t just you making sure that you looked good for a certain Fring?”

Your head snapped in his direction in a way that had looking back to the road immediately after, and probably almost gave you whiplash. But you saw it either way.

That damn grin had taken over his lips.

Again. 

“Please don’t do this right now.”

Jesse had to clear his throat to stop himself from almost choking, “Aw come on, man, it’s-- There’s nothing to be ashamed of if you did.” Your head shook like it had done before, “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

It was always so stupid to you how the indirect mention of someone made your body react the way it did. You were only trying to get to work, yet your heart was acting as if you had just gone for a run. 

“But I do.” The look you sent Jesse almost had him wanting to put his hands up if he wasn’t so focused on his sandwich, “What? I do-- Look, I may not have that much experience, or whatever, but there is totally something going on.”

“Definitely on his end at least.” He moved the sandwich around in his hands, trying to locate the best part to bite as he had finally swallowed the last one, “I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve seen him give you the look.”

Your eyebrows furrowed within seconds, “The... The what now?” You tried to turn in his direction for confirmation, but he seemed a bit too busy to notice your movement.

Due to a junction being up ahead, your foot had moved onto the foot break, watching the lights fully change the closer you drew.

“The look.” Jesse finally repeated, his mouth full all over again in a way that needed real concentration to understand the words coming out of it, “Yeah, he gives you the look, like, all the time.”

Soon, the car in front of you had fully stopped, and then so did yours as you put it into first gear, keeping your feet on the first two pedals.

The moment the car had stopped moving, you turned to Jesse within seconds, eyebrows furrowed more than they had ever been. “What is the look?”

Pinkman gave you a simple glance at first, thinking that you were just messing around as he kept munching away... But no matter how much time went by, you didn't move. Still watching him.

His chewing slowed when his head turned back in your direction. He just blinked for a moment. “You don’t know... You don’t know what the look is?”

Your chin lowered, your eyelids slightly doing the same, “Does it sound like I know what it is?”

“Okay, but... how?” Despite Jesse’s previous complete interest in his sandwich, it lowered with his hands to his lap. There was utter confusion written all over his face while he remained smacking away. “How do you not-- How old are you?”

Your attention went to the road ahead all over again, the back of your head sinking into the headrest as a huff left your lips, “Older than you.” you pointed out, trying to sound more authoritative, but that just seemed to spark an already lit flame. 

“Then how do you not see it, huh? I mean, even I can tell that it’s pretty obvious-- And not just because of the look either,” Jesse fully twisted in his seat so that he faced you, “He like... He wants to actually, like, talk to you, and shit-- I’ve seen him smile-- genuinely smile at you, okay?"

“Now, if he was doing it to me? I would... Man, I would be terrified-- But it’s you, it’s... different.” You were trying so hard not to shake your head again, but Jesse’s voice practically being right in your right ear was making it a lot more difficult. “It’s something else--”

“It’s not...” You regripped the steering wheel, “You do realise we’re talking Gustavo Fring, right?” Your head attempted to turn back to Jesse, though your eyes were trying to keep the attention on the road as one of the final vehicles seemed to cross through the junction. 

“Exactly!” Jesse practically threw his arms up, almost losing his grasp on the sandwich in the process, “You should be caring about this more than you do.”

Your head shook as your gaze fully went back to the road, your foot readying to release the clutch while your fingers tapped against the steering wheel in anticipation. 

You were trying to find something to zone in on, something to distract yourself from the kid sitting in your passenger seat as he was still eagerly trying to get you to see the things the way he did. But you weren’t giving it to him. 

“Fine then.” Jesse reached behind him, grabbing the top half of the seatbelt, pulling it until it was in front of him again, before he ducked himself beneath. 

“But I’m telling you, Y/n.” It was back, slinging diagonally across his torso by the time he was seated properly, and also by the time the lights had finally turned green.

“You’ll see.”

~

There was something about this day that was starting to feel a little familiar. 

You and Jesse had arrived ages ago. You had gone down the windy red stairs, did the whole thing of taking off unnecessary clothing so that you wouldn’t completely boil in the obnoxiously yellow protective suit you would put on next. 

And at first, once you were all geared up, the two of you stood in front of the machines. Your heads were raised, eyes cast up to the walkway above as you awaited the arrival of your usual partner at their usual time...

But the door never opened. 

There was no proper estimate for how long the two of you just stayed waiting as you had set your watch to the side, and the clock was on the other side of the room, however, there was one thing you knew for sure. Someone was late. 

Eventually, the two of you were trying to compensate, finding something useful to do while giving the benefit of the doubt that maybe it was just tough traffic or something going on that made them lose track of time.

Though, the ability to sympathise got smaller and smaller the more minutes began to turn into full on hours. 

You found yourself at your usual table with your hand supporting the weight of your head, attempting to occupy your mind by looking over the paperwork from passed cooks. A habit that you only recently developed. 

“Dude,” you heard somewhere to your side before there was an exasperated sigh, and a quick creaking of a chair, “What the hell is taking him so long?”

Earlier, Jesse had taken one of the other wheeled chairs from the table connected to yours and had rolled somewhere, enough so that you could only see him from the corner of your eye.

His body was slumped back, the seat beneath him creaking with every move that he made. And considering that he didn’t have anything to do, that was like every. Single. Second. 

He had tried out the difference created when he would shift his weight, tested what it would feel like to have his legs hanging over the left side of the chair and then the right, he had pushed his feet onto the floor to roll himself backwards and forwards against the smooth tiles.

And now, as apparently none of that had seemed to have settle his mind, Jesse had resorted to zipping and unzipping the protective suit he was so ready to take off by now. Over, and over... And over again. “Okay,”

“That’s it.”

The pencil held in your gasp was cast to the side of the notepad, you were barely looking at this point, before your hands moved to the edge of the table so that you could push against it enough that your chair started to roll.

You stood up, winding round the seat that was still on the move as you began to walk towards one of the pathways between the machines. Jesse fully planted his feet on the ground, “Yo, Y/n, where are you going?” 

Your fingers grasped onto the zip of your suit and you yanked it down as far as you could without having to bend for the rest, beginning to pulling your arms out one after the other moments after. 

You moved round that damn settling tank and soon ended up at the wall where you would keep or hang up your loose items. “I...” you began, your voice becoming strained as you bent down to free your feet of those big welly boots, “am going to find out what the hell is going on.”

The squeak of a chair echoed somewhere to the back of the room. “Well, don’t-- Don’t leave me in here by myself.” 

Finally, after one last tussle, your, once worn, protective suit was now sprawled on the ground beside the clothing rack. You moved to your usual shoes, putting either feet in their respective ware before tying the laces to make sure they wouldn’t fall off. 

Before Jesse could even appear by your side to complete the same process, you were on the move once again, directing towards those windy red stairs that always made you feel like you were going to fall up and/or down them. 

“Y/n, wait, dude, wait-- Just give me a minute.” You could hear the hurried rustling of plastic suit echoing through the steps you took on the metal staircase. 

Eventually, when your movements had allowed you to arrive at the cat walk, you found yourself complying to Jesse’s words... While the man himself was still trying, and failing, to get the suit off. 

It gave you a moment to catch a breath you hadn’t been able to take all day. You were stood high, looking down at the problems below, and not drowning neck deep in it like you usually did. 

A deep breath sucked into your nostrils as you let your eyes fall closed, the air of the lab starting to cool the warmth that had festered across your skin--

A sharp whistle squealed through from your left before it bounced around each wall one after the other. 

Your eyes had snapped open as soon as the sound appeared, but it wasn’t until your head had started to turn that your brain realised what it had come from. 

It was the door.

Your body twisted in the direction of the man who was almost stumbling across the cat walk, a series of huffs and puffs spluttering from his mouth that would have you worrying any other day. 

But as of now, all you did was cross your arms over your chest.

“Yo, Mr. White! What the hell took you so long, dude?”

“Sorry, sorry,” he began through a slight wheeze that ended with him doing this horrendous cough. And once he was about three steps in front of you, he stilled his apparently over exhausted body, using a hand to shift his weight onto the railing, “There was... car trouble, and stuff with the kids, you-- you know kids.”

“You would think, maybe, after the first one that it was going to get easier and then...”

In the midst of Mr. White stabilising himself, his head had turned to the right in at attempt to locate Jesse, which wasn’t hard to do considering the fact that he was still taking off that damn suit, to further emphasis his... guilt?

But instead, after he did a sort of double take, he began to slowly face you once again, “Why aren’t any of the machines on, why... Why aren’t you wearing your suit?”

“We were waiting for you. I was just about to try and find at least someone to tell us where you were.”

“Wait... Wait a minute,” Mr. White started, holding his hands up while he took a step closer. “You didn’t start?” His chin slightly lowered in a way that made his eyes peer at you over his glasses. 

“No?” you stated simply, your eyebrows furrowing at the sudden change to his demeanour, “After last time... We didn’t think you wanted us to do it by ourselves.”

“But that was-- That was last time, Y/n.” With every word that the man spoke, his hands rose higher and higher until they were inches away from touching his face, “Do you have any idea what time it is right now?”

The urge to scoff was stronger than ever, and you had to hold it back more than you ever had in your life, “I think I should be asking you that question.”

The man before you began shaking his head in a way that was almost not visible. “I told you... I was having problems with my car.” For a moment his expression remained the way it was, a visible attempt at holding back what you were guessing was anger. 

But then it failed. 

“I have... a family to take care of...” His hands dropped to his sides. When he next spoke the corners of his mouth slightly downturned like there was utter distaste for the words coming out of his mouth, “They are not going to be put at expense because, again, you weren’t able to do a simple job.”

Regardless of how loud it usually was when someone walked up the windy stairs, right now, as Jesse began to do just that, it was barely audible to your ears. The sound fading more and more the longer you stared at the man before you. “Guys, can we just--”

“I am doing my job just fine, Mr. White.” you started up with this lack of emotion to your voice, trying to make it as clear as possible that you wanted to get this over and done with, “We just didn’t want to do another batch all by ourselves, simply, because you couldn’t be bothered to show up.” Though it seemed your mouth had other plans. 

There was something that almost satisfactory when you saw a side of his face twitch. But soon, it was one that ended with this sort of smile curling at his lips, his eyebrows raising more than you had ever seen in your time working with him. “Oh.”

“So, you want me to apologise for making a singular mistake? Is that it?” He took yet another step towards you, “You know what, how about we count how many times you have made-- No, caused, a mistake, hmm?”

You couldn’t count the amount of voices that were telling you to take a step back, to move away the closer he got to stand directly in front of you, “But that wasn’t only my fault-- There’s a big difference between actually trying and just not showing up.” 

Your feet remained planted on the ground beneath. Your arms were held tighter than ever across your torso as you tried to maintain the blankest expression possible.  

“Dude, both of you just... just chill out, please.” Jesse tried to insist as he walked up the last few steps, but no one paid any attention to his words, “We can-- We can work this out--”

“You allowed a contamination,” Mr. White began, narrowing his eyes as if in disbelief, “How did you-- Did they not teach you to read, or listen, to instructions in school?”

“My education has nothing to do with this.” you insisted without missing a beat. And regardless of your attempts to keep your composure, it was inevitable that something began slipping into your voice.

You had been up early.

You had been running back and forth to make sure that certain things were sorted for certain people, had to drive all the way to downtown to pick up Jesse and then all the way back up to get here. To work.  

And then, while at work, you weren’t even able do your damn job because your other partner, that was supposed to be there at a specific time by contract, just didn’t show up. 

Which then lead you and Jesse to have to stand and do absolute jack shit for hours on end. 

Walter just shook his head again, even raising his hands like he was about to shove you or something, though he might have wanted to simply point a finger, “Well, apparently it does, because if you still aren’t competent enough to follow something so basic, then--”

“What is going on here?”

Within the next second, the man in front of you had twisted round in a way that almost gave you whiplash just from watching. He stepped to the side, and moved backwards until he was practically next to you. “Oh, Gus, I, uh... We were just... Slow start.”

But, of course, he was still a little ahead. 

Your feet, however, hadn’t moved an inch. In fact the only move you made was to let your arms finally fall free to your sides as you stared onwards. 

It was Gustavo. He was stood in the doorframe, one hand pressing against the weighted metal so that he had enough time to take in his surroundings. And then he took the final step inside. 

It was only when the door closed behind him that you realised you hadn’t even heard it open in the first place. 

The lab was back to what it had been minutes ago. Silent. No sound at all filtering throughout the entire room. 

Gustavo stilled himself not far from the door he had walked through, but enough so that you could feel his presence as well as see it. His arms were unmoving by his sides, a trait that would’ve carried out through his entire body if he hadn’t started moving his head. 

Like Walter had done when he arrived, Gustavo looked at the room below. He studied it, looked from one section to the other while noting the quietness that was effecting even him. 

And then he turned back to the people across from him, the expression on his face unwavering, “Why is that? There’s nothing in the machines.”

“You know, ex-- exactly.” the man to your side suddenly spoke up, snapping your attention from the other guy you wanted to look at a little longer. “I had... countless problems with a lot of things this morning, and I wasn’t able to arrive on time.”

Walter sort of took a step forward, but instead of what you would naturally think of when someone carried out such a movement, he didn’t properly face Gustavo. 

He stood side on, his body turned towards the machines so he could look at you or his boss with a simple movement of his head. And as of now, you seemed to be his main target. “Apparently they couldn’t be bothered to start the batch themselves.”

“That’s not true.” You mirrored his stance, faced directly towards him, instead of the man who was just trying to seek answers, as your eyebrows furrowed as much as they could. 

Walter tilted his head, “You sure?” he asked, using the most condescending voice that would of set you off had you already lost the grasp on your, slowly dissipating, self control. 

“Yes, I don’t understand--” Your hand rose to your face, fingers pressing into the skin beneath before dragging down to your chin. And then they dropped. You took in a deep breath. “Look... I admit it, sure, we could have started the cook. But.”

“Me and Jesse both thought it was smarter to wait after the previous mistake,” you began, emphasising your point by gesturing to the dude who was now stood behind, and his eyes sort of widened at the sudden attention. 

This time it was you who took the step forward. “But yet again,” You made sure to hold yourself back from blinking as you stared right at the man who was trying so hard not to cut you off, your fists clenched at your sides. “You. Weren’t. Here.”

Your heart was thudding in your ears, a sound louder than any other thing in the room. The exhaustion was rampant through your body, continuously attacking system, and at this point testing your patience that had already become thin. 

The ability to control anything was about one minute away from collapsing. 

“Why were you late, Mr. White?”

When Gustavo’s voice caught your ears, you hadn’t even bothered to look his way despite the fact that Walter did. In fact, he took the chance to move away from you, which almost made him bump into the other railing. 

“Car troubles, and, uh... family stuff, too, you know... all that.” he informed, his voice and the look of his face switching into one that you could instantly tell was the fakest attempt of trying to get sympathy. 

“And you didn’t inform anyone of these... troubles?”

Your head turned in about a second, your gaze snapping to the man who hadn’t moved a singular inch since the last time you properly saw him. His attention was only on Walter, his eyes now slightly narrowed. 

“What...” Mr. White started, the shock clear within his voice and the expression on his face, “Are you... Are you trying to say that this is my fault?”

“I am not saying anything, Mr. White.” Gustavo’s turned in the mans direction with such slowness that had a look of regret taking over anything else that was threatening to appear on Walters face. And once he stilled, he had even slightly tilted it to the side, “I am simply asking questions to understand why a job hasn’t been completed.”

Walter let out this sort of scoff of a sound as he gestured with his hands like before, “Well, then your asking the wrong person, Gus.” 

He pointed towards you, this time not even bothering to look unless it was to make sure his finger was actually aimed in your direction, “They... They have been here for who knows how long, I... I-- I mean, the batch could’ve finished by now, if they just--”

“You are putting the blame... on them?” Gustavo’s voice was low, deep in pitch that it was almost gravelly and harsh to any ears that heard it. There was no direct tone, or emotion clear within it. But paired with the slow step forward, anyone could tell that it wasn’t good. 

“You are putting the blame on a person who was actively trying to solve a problem that you created... because you weren’t competent enough to make a phone call?”

You were use to his intimidation tactics. In all honesty, usually, it seemed even more affective when he wasn’t using them, like when he wore that smile that never really reached his eyes. 

But this...

This was different. 

When Gustavo wanted to intimidate someone, or remind them of their place in the bigger picture. He had relationships to maintain, an act to keep up so that nothing could expose him and/or his business, so he never risked insulting a person in case it would backfire, create unnecessary problems.

Gustavo Fring wasn’t a man who directly insulted someone unless he was going to gain something from it... Well, apparently, until now. 

For the next few seconds it seemed that Mr. White couldn’t find the exact reaction he had. His lips twitched almost every way that they could, his mouth would open and close again and again like he was mimicking a fish, all the while his head began to shake once again, “I don’t... I don’t know what to say-- I can’t... Gus, I just--”

“I have heard all I needed.” There were no movements that accompanied his words. No change to his voice a part from a mild show of a tested patience. Gustavo just stared at the man before him, unblinking, “You still have plenty time to cook.”

“You can’t be serious--”

“That’s what you came here to do... Is it not?” Gustavo pointed out simply, his head tilting to the side in a way that almost made him look like a puppy. But his face said all that it needed to. 

Walter sort of cowered, avoiding the mans gaze as he took a moment to think, “I... I-- Well... Yes, but--”

In about a second, though there was almost nothing displayed on Gustavo’s face, everything sort of... dropped? His eyelids lowered in a way that wasn’t enough to hide his eyes but it was still visible, his jaw unclenched, his lips almost looked like they were turning down the way. 

But again. Not once did he blink. 

“Then cook.”

For a solid ten seconds, there was just utter silence. Someone could have drop a pin on the other side of the room, and it would still echo like any other sound. No one moved. No one twitched. No one spoke.

Walter took in a deep breath, his shoulders deflating when it made its way back out. And then he turned, beginning to do just as Gustavo said this time without any argument.

But the moment you started to do to the same thing--

“Not you.”

You froze. Your body hadn’t even managed to twist yet, so after sending a look to Jesse who sent one right back, you simply rocked back on your feet, resuming the same position you were in before. 

His eyes were only on yours. The first time he had fully looked at you since he had entered the room. 

“We have... other matters to discuss.”

~

After you left the room, it was practically silent when you began to walk.

There was the usual sounds that occurred from the machines within the laundromat, and the workers who you were still not sure knew about the giant meth lab beneath there feet, but between you and Gustavo there was nothing. 

No exchange of words and barely even the sound of your own footsteps. 

He was a few steps ahead of you, which may have been one of the main reasons, as he lead you across the paths that had big machines towering over you on each side. 

There would be a few moments were you had to duck, or even completely manoeuvre, around certain objects that were hung, either needing to dry or they were connected to a moving system that would bring clothes from one section to another.  

You had no idea where you were going. The second the two of you had officially exited the lab, his lips had became sealed. He just started walking, and of course, you only had one response to that. 

Your gaze pretty much remained on Gustavo’s back no matter how far you went, only fleeting to make sure that you weren’t going to bump into anything, as you followed the man in front of you like a lost duckling... Though, you felt more like a child getting ready to be told off. 

Eventually, after stopping yourself from getting caught up in the thoughts swirling through your mind, you found yourself walking out of the big vertical door. The entrance of the laundromat. 

If your heart wasn’t pounding before it sure was now. And no matter how badly you wanted to just focus on the feeling of fresh air after being stuck in an underground room for what felt like, and probably was, about five hours... Gustavo stopped walking. 

He was stood at the edge of the paved platform, hands moving to clasp behind his back as he resumed that usual straight posture. 

Your steps grew slower the more close you got to standing by his side. You wanted to gage his mood, predict what was about to happen or what he was going to say, which was a bit difficult considering that you could only see the back of his head. 

You cleared your throat when you had arrived to the right of him. Your eyes were slightly narrowed, adjusting to the sudden presence of the sun, while you gently leaned back and forth on your feet. 

“Sir, I... I’m really sorry about this... Again,” you had begun, but almost immediately your speech planned in your head seemed to have fallen apart. 

You turned your head to the side, trying to properly convey your apology through your face more than your words. “I know it doesn’t help the business, but I really, really, don’t know why this keeps happening--”

“Y/n.” 

You had already been looking at Gustavo throughout your words. And maybe it was because you were too caught up in your mind, or because originally the man before you had been gazing into the distance with the usual expression that barely gave you anything to work with. 

But now he was looking right back at you. 

“Yes?” you answered subconsciously in a way that had your mouth snapping shut immediately after realising that you didn’t need to actually do that. 

This time, Gustavo’s chin lowered, “I’m not going to scold you, Y/n.” His gaze was the most gentle you had ever seen it, along with sound of his voice. He may have said the words simply, and matter of factly, but his face told you otherwise. 

You sort of just stood there for a moment, blinking at him. “You... You’re...” And then your eyebrows furrowed all over again, your body turning so that you faced him directly, “You’re not?”

Gustavo kept looking at you, and finally, since thatsituation with Mr. White, you weren’t presented with an expression of judgement. It wasn’t a look that visibly told that they thought whatever they were seeing was utter stupidity. 

He took in a breath, letting his eyes fall back on the busy town ahead for a split second, before they were back on your own, “I want you to go home.” 

His voice was lighter, the expression on his face no longer holding the tension that had clung to his skin. 

Your lips parted, even if no sound initially came out. You stared back at him for a moment, your eyes a little wider than they were before, almost unblinking, “Did I mess up that badly?”

Gustavo’s eyebrows furrowed so quickly that you hadn’t caught onto it until he turned his body in your direction, “Forgive my phrasing.” he started, his hands remaining behind his back no matter the change of position, “This is not a punishment.” 

With his next words, Gustavo made sure that you were looking at him, right into his eyes, just in case his meaning was conveyed through his voice, “You are not in trouble for the wrongdoings of another man.”

... Were you missing something? Why would Gustavo take you out of the lab? 

I mean, sure, you made the deduction that not starting the batch might’ve not been such a great idea, and honestly at some point expected to get a good talking too because of it. Maybe it would be the final straw... 

But here you were. Theman himself, the big boss, stood right in front of you. Directly telling you that you’re not in trouble.

“Then... I’m going to have to say that I don’t understand, Sir.” The muscles beneath your brows were getting a good work out from consistently changing between being normal and then furrowed within, practically, every thirty seconds, “We still have a batch to do, a deadline to follow.”

Influenced yet again by a man stood before you, “And who is that for?” 

Your whole body felt like it wanted to deflate, fall limp and just collapse on the ground. This time it wasn’t in anger, or fear, or annoyance. It was because after everything, you could exhale the nerves that had clung to your insides. There was no use for them now. 

You lightly nodded your head, the fact of not being in trouble officially processing in a way that had your gaze lowering, “... You.”

Gustavo wanted to smile. He wanted to display his pride of finally cracking the code that was your mind, having created even a bit of equal understanding, but he could still see the ghost of the previous expression that held your face hostage. The genuine concern over possible harming his business.

And him. 

“I am not asking you to leave because I think that you are bad at your job, or that you don’t do anything for this business-- Because that would be entirely wrong.” he started up with this new voice that was difficult to ignore, “I am simply saying that you have the day off.”

“It is... normal in a workplace, is it not?”

By the time your eyes met Gustavo’s, your brows had furrowed once again, though now, it was for a very different reason, “I mean... Yes-- But not in this business, just...” 

There was a huff of air that passed through your lips. Theexhaustion from earlier was presenting itself back into your system, making the want to talk become a lot less than before, “Let me-- Let me go back in there, we can work, we can... we can get it done.”

Gustavo’s head began shaking before you had even finished your sentence, “I can’t do that.”

“And why not?” you questioned, leaning back slightly so that you could fully take in his demeaner, analyse any look that took over his face, “I thought you said that I didn’t do anything wrong?”

“You didn’t.” he insisted almost immediately, the expression he wore going blank the way it usually did. But now wasn’t the time. “Then...” You took in yet another breath to cut off your words, trying to suppress the urges to sigh, scoff, or the sudden want to raise your voice, “Why?”

To say this day felt long was truly an understatement. Things just kept happening one after the other and still you were left in the dark. No answer as to why things progressed into the situations they had. 

“Y/n, I am not... risking the loss of more time to arguing.” It was like you could visibly see the words he chose to say. The pure caution, decisions careful enough so that he wouldn’t set off the things he could see getting ready in your eyes, “I know that if you go back in there, Mr. White will not... let go. Not unless I place someone in there to stand and watch at all times.”

“All I am telling you is that you are free to go while I... sort things out.” Gustavo somehow made himself stand taller, trying to prove the confidence in which was already heard in his voice and to also prepare for the possibility of you finally reacting in the way that your body had wanted to for hours. 

But despite what he had envisioned playing out, or tried to predict, it was pretty much the opposite. In fact, the only proper reaction to his words was your shoulders deflating, ridding your muscles of its constant worry. 

And then you crossed your arms over your chest, sniffing as you did so, “And what about Jesse... Mr. White? What-- What about them?” you questioned, waiting for the words to settle before you looked back into those other pair of eyes, only to find that the look from earlier had repossessed his face, “It may not seem like it, but I assure you, Y/n.”

“Mr. Pinkman and Mr. White can handle it themselves.”

For the first time throughout the entire day, you felt the want to smile. “Okay then.” You nodded your head once, your grip tightening on your arms as you took a step backwards, “Thank you, uh... Mr. Fring. It seems you have saved me again.”

“Gus. Call me Gus, and please, there is no need to thank me.” Gustavo started up before you could even try to turn in the direction of your car, “It comes under being an employee.”

Your body stilled after about one more steps backwards, your eyes narrowing at the man before you, playfully, “Then how come I haven’t heard you getting protective when someone else makes a mistake?”

Gustavo mirrored the look on your face, “I wasn’t... I wasn’t being... protective?” In his case, however, he wasn’t doing it in a teasing sort of manner, he was just genuinely confused at the comment. “I simply understood the situation and acted accordingly.”

Your arms loosened in your hold until they lowered to your sides once again, “And yet you defended me.” If you were close enough to Gustavo you would probably have started circling him, “Even though I was in the wrong... both times.”

Gustavo unfurrowed his brows, “You weren’t in the wrong just because some man has an incorrect idea of authority… and a very poor concept of time.” His tone was the flattest you had ever heard it. There was no emotion behind it until the words of... slight insult. 

The urge to smile grew stronger that had you pressing your lips together to stop yourself from letting out a laugh. “Still,” Though, after a moment, you managed to compose yourself, “If you hadn’t arrived when you did...”

Gustavo huffed air through his nose, bowing his head a tad before he let it shake a few times. When he looked back up it was clear that he was trying to hold back whatever was wanting to take over his face, but you could see it in his eyes. 

“Go home.”

There was this feeling of giddiness begging to erupt in your chest. It spread a warmth to every part of your body until it was a collective feeling. It caught you of guard, causing the smile you were trying to hide begin to curl at your lips.

So, after a sharp breath and a nod as a thanks, you sort of ducked away, twisting yourself around so that you could make your way towards your car. 

However, the nearer that you got to the vehicle, it seemed there was a thought pushing itself further and further to the centre of your mind. It may have been more of a feeling, as you weren’t entirely sure that you wanted to go back to your house.

I mean, sure, being able to take a nice long shower, grab a bite to eat, and completely flop on your bed sounded... Well, pretty nice actually. 

But the next session for a batch was now going to be days away. 

Days from your work and a certain Fring. 

You had completely stilled about a step away from your car. There was a quiet breath that huffed through your nose, one that only you could hear, “You know what, actually.”and then you turned on your heel, the concrete practically scuffing under your shoe. “I’ve worked for you for quite some time now, and yet…”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been inside your restaurant.”

The man your eyes managed to focus on seemed to be closer than he was the last time you saw him. A fact that made your brain almost completely miss the words that came out of his mouth. “Well, it’s not an obligation.” 

There was something about the look on his face. Something about the way he pressed his lips together immediately after he finished speaking. He may have assured that the visit wasn’t needed, but... there might have still been a want. 

“What hours is it open?” you asked, the sound of your voice almost echoing through the parking area, even if the noises from the active laundromat were louder. 

Gustavo’s head slightly rose after a moment, one of his brows slightly twitching as he processed your question. And then he cleared his throat, “That would depend on the day.” he informed, readjusting the hands he still held behind his back. 

You hummed in response, letting your gaze fall into the distance as you thought.

Honestly, after the past few hours you could barely remember what part of the week you were in right now. So, instead, you thought back to what a usual week would look like. 

What was the day that was perfectly set between the times you would possibly be able to see Gustavo at work? Right in the middle?

“How about Thursday?” you suggested, now watching as Gustavo began to make his way across the concrete, slightly nodding his head, “Then... Seven to ten, I believe.” 

“All right,” you breathed out, the speed in which your heart beat increased the more the man approached. “One less lunch to plan for the week.” You practically gulped as you reached backwards, fingers patting against the cool metal of the vehicle for a moment until they located the handle. 

Gustavo stilled himself about three steps in front of you, the look on his face signalling that he was thinking about something as he wasn’t making direct eye contact, “Actually... I would suggest to come around dinner time.” 

Just as you were about to tug on the handle, your hand froze, along with pretty much every other part of your body. 

The man was now looking right at you, his voice sort of timid in a way that caught you even more off guard. And apparently himself too. “It’s... more quiet.” He cleared his throat, “Less people around.”

Your arm slowly moved back to your side, releasing the warm handle from any sort of grasp. 

There was a fight going on in your chest. A want to give into the urge of running away like you would’ve done in a situation close to this as a kid. But you weren’t a child anymore, far from it. 

It took a good moment for any sound to be able to roll off of your tongue. And as soon as something eventually had, it was like your lungs remembered how to properly function. “Will you be there?” 

You felt younger. The two of you may have been stood pretty much right in front of the other, yet neither of you could maintain eye contact longer than a few seconds before you collectively had to look away, no matter how confident either one of you tried to seem.

Gustavo cleared his throat, though it sounded like it had barely done anything. “I believe so.” he finally confirmed, and regardless of the fact that his voice was still quiet, there was this tone that took over his words. 

“Well, good...” That giddy feeling returned, even if it had probably never left. “I think I probably would still go if you weren’t there, but... it would be a lot less... fun.”

The man before you let the slightest smile curl at a side of his mouth, “Well, we wouldn’t want that now would we?” He sounded more breathy this time, a natural progression from his already quiet voice. But it wasn’t because of nerves, or a reaction of his lungs, which you had initially thought. It was intentional.  

“Not at all.” Your voice in question was more full than his, however, there was this slight whisper to it, as if Gustavo should be the only person allowed to hear it. 

“Then it’s settled,” he began, slightly lowering his head in away that had your back pressing into your car. His normal tone had seeped back through his words like he was back in boss mode. But not quite Gustavo Fring just yet. “How does... eight o’clock sound? Unless you eat earlier?”

Your head shook practically without a second of hesitance. The ability to move your lips was barely thereso you resorted to moving to the side, finally pulling on the handle of your car door until it swung out far enough that you could stand behind it. 

You could see Gustavo raise his eyebrows just the slightest as the door had created a sort of separation, and it had you biting back a grin. “It’s perfect.” you insisted, trying to sound as neutral as possible despite the, possibly, clear ways you felt at that moment. 

And then you lowered yourself into the car, having to slightly shifted backwards a little bit to properly get into the drivers seat before you swung your legs inside.  

Your hand grasped the inside of your door, your fingers making certain that they had a good grip, before your eyes landed on the figure through the glass of the window that hadn’t moved an inch.

And then you smiled. 

“Gus.”

[tytoalbatross]

Ranking BG3 Companions Based On Whether I Think They Give Good Advice

1. Halsin

in all honesty, i would put halsin and jaheira tied for first place because it really depends on the way you like advice being given to you. halsin will first drag you outside on a nice hiking trail for The Talk, and depending on whether or not you like the outdoors will greatly impact his placement (at least compared to the other first-place). but his advice is extremely good ! he'll walk you through whatever you're going through (as well as the not-so-well-beaten path in the Woods) and give you ideas for how to approach it based on your personal experience. even if you didn't want to go on the walk and was upset about being dragged on a walk, you'll be even more angry after the walk that it actually kinda worked. 10/10

2. Jaheira

on the other hand, if you want (very good) advice being given to you closer to home, jaheira is undoubtedly your best bet. both she and halsin have the age and the life experience to help you, and she will especially be incredible at being both considerate of your side of things while also giving you brutal honesty whenever necessary. the only downside i can think of is that the whole thing will feel like you're being sat down and being given "a chat" by your usually very cool aunt. another 10/10 though

3. Wyll

what wyll ravenguard doesn't have in years he has in his wide range of experiences and whatever the faerûn equivalent is of binge reading sappy reddit stories. he's Very easy to talk to and even if he doesn't know exactly what to say to you after, he'll definitely sound like he knows what he's talking about. gives pretty general, safe advice and knows the ins and outs of a healthy relationship! however, wyll's advice will lack some credibility because he just. does not follow his own advice. especially regarding family problems

4. Gale

i'd like to mention that i'm rating these characters PURELY on advice. i'm not factoring comfort into the rankings whatsoever. however, if you're looking for comfort AND advice, gale might be decidedly awkward about the former depending on your relationship. which is understandable, considering he barely had any human interactions for a whole a year. no, tara does not count. for advice, gale will listen very intently to your entire problem, and you can see the gears turning in his head. "what" you ask. "well, i can't help but think--" and he just goes ahead and posits an entire gameplan to you. a very pragmatic and thorough plan, yes, but it may not actually be viable for you (pretty hit or miss)

5. Minsc

do i mean minsc or minsc and boo? i couldnt decide on a reliable ranking with boo involved, so this is assuming you caught minsc on the rare occasion that he's without boo. maybe he's taking a nap. minsc almost always suggests you go punch a wall about it. or punch the cause of your problems. it's not the best advice, but you might actually feel better after punching a wall. or punching the cause of your problems. and if he does give you specific advice based on your problem, it can either be surprisingly wise or a good blueprint of what not to do. win-win

6. Shadowheart

all of you people who immediately place shadowheart as the "mom friend" or caretaker of the group simply because she is a cleric and a woman; i am hitting you very hard on the head with a steel bat. shadowheart is unfortunately not socialized beyond her interactions with other sharrans (not an accurate representation of the average group of people), and depending on when in her character arc you ask her for advice, she may not even care to help you. even if she could. however, assuming she is trying to give you advice, she would do her very best to at least talk through the issue with you and suggest some. possibly questionable things. at the end of the conversation it just kinda feels like the blind leading the blind

7. Karlach

karlach is only so low on the list because i think she just wouldn't try to give you advice, at least not in any definitive way. she'd first and foremost trust whatever decision you'll make for yourself (even pre-emptively), and her first priority would be comfort. she'll do her damnedest to give you a hug (which depends on the status of her heart), and she will also suggest punching things. and she will join you ! you solved nothing but you do feel much better at least

8. Astarion

whether astarion even makes an attempt at giving you advice depends entirely on how much he cares about you. if he barely registers your existence, he'll actually try to tell you to do something, but it's godawful advice. closer to a shitty one-liner. if he does care about you though, his "advice" is actually more outlandish and ridiculous. regardless of whether there's another person involved, "have you considered just killing the guy?" and you stare at him like he just grew another head. but hey, you're not upset anymore! he might even be trying to get you to laugh and gape at him because "hey no normal fucking person does that" "but it would work?" etc. and you're even surprised into laughing because what the fuck. astarion will not give you good advice but, like karlach, you will feel at least a little better than you did before the conversation

9. Lae'zel

it even baffles lae'zel that you'd go to her for advice. you trot up to her tent at camp, with everyone else above fully ready and available, asking her for advice. "bold choice." then she proceeds to give you the most brutal, does-not-apply-to-non-gith advice you've ever heard in your life. is she trying? probably. is she used to giving advice beyond simply speaking her mind? not at all. if you're looking for her specific brand of "advice" or you're in the market for combat pointers, you might get something out of the conversation, but otherwise the whole thing just leaves you concerned about how gith society works.

[claymoresword]

I Choose Her | Chp: 7

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of known death eaters from one of the richest and oldest wizarding family. Are you prepared to abandon everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 2.2k

Warnings: lots of angst, reader and hermione are soulmates actually

Note: Apologies for the wait, life has been kicking my ass but i finally found enough motivation to write this chapter and i think its a good one 👀 i actually had this chapter outlined even before i started this story so yeah i'm glad it's finally here! i hope you enjoy and let me know what you think :)

also thanks for all the love shown on this story so far i really do appreciate all of u <33

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"Hermione."

You pleaded, she hasn't spoken a word to you in nearly half an hour.

"Baby, please. Say something. Look at me."

Silence.

Your girlfriend was sat at the edge of the bed, facing away from you.

"My love.." You make one final effort and relief overcomes you when Hermione finally turns around.

"Do you actually?"

Hermione blurts out and your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"What?"

"Do you actually love me? Or am I just a way to past the time? You're abandoning me to serve the Dark Lord now that you have no longer have interest in me."

Deeply wounded at Hermione's accusation, you scoffed.

How could she think so little of you?

"That is not how it is and you know it. My feelings for you are true, Hermione. Everything I'm doing, I do for you."

It was her turn to scowl.

"What does that even mean? Please y/n explain to me exactly how becoming a death eater would work to my benefit." Hermione stands up, raising her voice.

She is understandably upset, losing your own temper would only do more harm.

You remained silent. Hermione's expression grows colder the longer you took to respond. You quickly stood, grabbing your wand. You could say the words 'i love you' a million times over and it still wouldn't suffice. Words aren't powerful enough to express the true contents of your heart.

You needed to show her.

Hermione watches you intently, her eyes welling up with tears, awaiting your next move.

"Expecto patronum."

You say, with a swift movement of your wand. A blue glow appears, circling the room before settling in between the two of you, the bright glow morphs into the shape of an otter.

A discovery you had made merely a few months after recognising your feelings for Hermione. Your own patronus had changed, mimicking hers.

The love you felt for her was true. The one thing you are entirely certain of.

Hermione is crying now, she doesn't attempt to hide her sobs. A sharp pain in your chest, you despised being the cause of her sadness.

You quickly made your way over, wrapping your arms around her. She knows now. You've surrendered yourself to her completely.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Hermione's voice trembling as she suppresses another sob.

"You are the only thing that matters to me."

You admit truthfully and you feel your girlfriend's grip on you tighten.

"My parents knew this. If I don't join the death eaters, they promised that harm will come to you. I can't have that."

Hermione takes a step back to meet your gaze and you release her from your embrace. You watch as realisation overcomes her, too overwhelmed to say anything in response.

You reached out, placing your hand against her cheek, wiping away the fresh tear.

Hermione leans into your touch and you continue to hold her face in your hand as you spoke again.

"I was never afraid before I met you."

Another tear falls and Hermione shuts her eyes, her face contorts as if your honesty physically wounded her.

Your girlfriend quickly leans in, crashing her lips against yours. You kiss her back deeply.

You craved to have her lips on yours forever. If only the two of you could stay in this moment together, without the impending threat of what's to come.

"I can't lose you."

Hermione says, after disconnecting the kiss. Her hands move to grip the collar of your shirt holding you close as if you'd dissipate right then and there if she didn't.

"You won't, I swear this to you. I need you to understand that my true loyalty, it lies with you. I have no faith in the dark lord."

Hermione's gaze softens, her hand moves to the back of your neck, she runs her fingers through your hair soothingly.

You will do everything in your power to preserve what you have, you want to feel her like this until the end of your days.

"What I'm about to tell you is going to sound insane but I need you to bare with me. I have a plan." Hermione's throws you a skeptical look.

Your girlfriend was never one to be easily convinced.

You take Hermione's hand, placing a soft kiss against it peering at her. A shameless attempt to sway her.

"Do you trust me?"

Your girlfriend is not budging.

An amused expression on your face, you lean forward placing a quick peck on the corner of her mouth. You tilt your head, planting several kisses against Hermione's neck, earning a giggle from her.

Her hands resting on your shoulders she shoves you lightly and you lean back, meeting her gaze.

Hermione looks at you in a way that makes your heart flutter. In moments like this you'd be foolish to question whether the feelings you have for her are reciprocated.

She reaches up, running her hand through your hair again.

"Ofcourse I trust you."

You were sat in the great hall, picking at your food. You felt too sick to eat. After sending the owl to your parents telling them about your decision to join the Death Eaters, you basically felt too sick to do anything.

Looking across the room you find your girlfriend engaging in conversation with Harry. She seems to have felt her eyes on you as she quickly catches you staring.

You nod at her as silent reassurance and she gives you one in return. Lifting your hand up slightly, you gestured to your ring. Hermione smiles before lifting up her own hand. The bond appears, stretching from her table to yours. The light only visible to the two of you.

Quickly biting your lip to hide a smirk.

"Good girl." You mouthed jokingly, watching as Hermione rolls her eyes at you. You swear you could see a hint of blush forming across her face.

Your moment of bliss was interrupted when someone harshly places their hand on your shoulder startling you.

Blaise chuckles at your reaction setting his plate of breakfast down next to you. Pansy sits to your right and Draco joins soon after, sitting across from you. He's now blocking your view of Hermione.

"So, when is your initiation?" Blaise asks as he shoves a piece of toast in his mouth.

"My parents will decide that. I should hear back from them soon." You reply before going back to fiddling with your food.

"This is great. Things are finally changing y/n, I can feel it. It's beginning. The dark lord will rise." Pansy states and you suppress the urge to vomit all over the table.

You shift your gaze and see Draco looking just as if not more miserable than you. Head resting in his hand, he makes no effort to acknowledge the conversation.

"You alright?" You ask, nudging his arm.

He merely nods, flashing you a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

"Just had trouble sleeping last night."

You grow more worried. You wish Draco would just talk to you.

"I know a spell that'll knock you right out. Next time you have trouble sleeping just come find me, I'll help you out."

You grimace at the obvious innuendo. Will she ever give it a rest?

"Right, thanks Pansy I appreciate that." Draco says blandly before picking at his own plate.

You watch as Pansy slumps in her seat, upset that she didn't get a bigger reaction out of him.

"Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom."

You stood up abruptly, making your way to the Slytherin common rooms instead. You couldn't be expected to pay attention in Divination at a time like this.

You had spent the entire day in the common room, napping for half the day, the other half was spent going over every detail of your plan in your head.

It was ideally the place to be as nobody ever hangs about during school hours. You'd also ignite less suspicion hanging around there instead of your room.

Although, you had to Obliviate the Prefect that threatened to report you to Snape. Attending classes was truly the last thing on your mind.

You glanced at the clock, 8 pm. Most students should be in the great hall finishing up their dinner. You decided to head up to your dorm, you needed a change of clothes before grabbing a quick bite. Truthfully, your only objective tonight is to see Hermione again.

Making your way down, you soon noticed the stairway was empty. It was past dinner time and it didn't make sense to you that nobody was walking the halls.

You soon hear commotion coming from outside the closer you got to the front of the castle.

Speedily walking out the doors you spotted a large group of people seeming to have gathered to look at something. You begin to hear sobs and recognised that people were crying. A sudden pit in your stomach, you pushed yourself through the crowd and braced yourself for what you were about to see.

You find Harry, leaning over as he cries over Dumbledore's body. Your breath catches in your throat. The headmaster is dead.

How did this happen?

Rapidly making your way further up to the front, you soon spot your girlfriend.

"Hermione." You say, settling behind her.

She turns to look at you, wasting no time she pulls you into a hug. You wrap your arms around her as you struggled to comprehend the situation.

"Where have you been?" She whispers as she removes her arms from the back of your neck.

"I'm sorry."

The only thing you could bare to say.

Hermione doesn't question you further, she stands next to you and leans her head against your shoulder.

You watched as Harry did the same to Ginny, crying as she held him. Your own hands quickly wrapped around Hermione's waist holding her close.

You looked up, spotting the dark mark in the sky. Pansy was right, the Dark Lord has risen.

This really did feel like the beginning of the end.

The notion only urged you to pull Hermione in closer.

Professor Mcgonagall lifts her wand in the air, casting the light spell.

Everybody soon followed, Hermione lifts her wand in the air and you do the same. The dark mark in the sky disappearing, engulfed by the lights being casted at it.

"Do you think Draco would've done it?"

You were stood behind a pillar at your girlfriend's request. Awaiting the right time to approach. She insisted on convincing Harry on your behalf, you knew better than to question her.

"No, he was lowering his wand. In the end it was Snape. It was always Snape." Harry states, venom in his voice at the mention of the Professor.

Hermione begins to read from a piece of parchment and you step forward to listen. Entirely forgetting that you were supposed to be hiding.

Stopped in your tracks as Harry and Ron stare daggers at you. The dark haired boy rushes over, before you could react he had you pinned against the wall, his wand at your throat.

"Stop! Harry, she had nothing to do with it!" You hear the panic in Hermione's voice.

"Why didn't you warn us? I'm sure you knew Malfoy wanted to kill Dumbledore but you didn't say anything!" Harry threatens, his wand pushing further into your neck. You wince at the pain but refused to break eye contact.

"I knew nothing. If I did I would've stopped him."

"Look, I don't have to stand here and convince you of anything."

You grabbed his hand attempting to pry it off you but he holds you firmly in place.

"She knows! She knows about the hocruxes. She can help us. Y/n has a plan she told me it herself. Just listen to what she has to say, Harry." Your girlfriend exclaims.

Harry looks at you for a confirmation and you only raise your eyebrows. Flitting your eyes down to his hand still grabbing your shirt.

"If you'd kindly unhand me Potter, I can tell you all about it."

Harry finally removes his wand and releases you from his grip. You reach your hand up, rubbing at your neck which is now sore.

The trio listened intently as you walked them through your entire plan. You'd essentially be helping them from the inside, it was dangerous but it was a risk you were willing to take.

All 3 of them stayed silent for a moment before Harry finally speaks.

"How do you know all this?"

"Let's just say my parents aren't exactly discreet." You simply respond.

The four of you fall into a silence again.

"How can we be sure that you'll remain loyal to us once you swear your allegiance to him?"  Harry asks again, a fair question. You couldn't blame him for being skeptical.

"Yeah, why should we believe anything you say?" Ron adds.

You stared at him before answering.

"Because I'm your best shot at defeating him."

Ron is taken aback by your bluntless.

You shifted your gaze towards Hermione, taking her in as she was.

"And because I have too much to lose."

You admit earnestly.

Ron's expression shifts, though you did not recognise the look he is giving you. Perhaps it was empathy.

The ginger haired boy merely nods, before turning to look at Harry.

"Fine." The dark haired boy finally says.

You smirked knowingly. How much it pains the chosen one to turn to you for help.

"So we're in business." You quip, holding out your hand.

Harry shakes it in agreement.

[thatoneguydownthestreet]

Houswardens x male reader but reader is from the apocalypse: gas mask edition part 2, the electric Boogaloo

We got azul and kalim today. I was going to do Vil too but it's been a while since I started this and I just need to get it out. I'll do him and idia next time. Maybe malleus too.

Azul Ashengrotto

Leona 2.0

This man took one look at you and said no

He took one whiff of you and said fuck no

And it wasn't just the chemicals this time, no, because there was also the faintest, familiar smell of the sea....

The salty, sweet, familiar smell of his home was mixed with gun powder, plastic, and chemicals

And he hated it

What the hell are you? Why did you snell like the sea? Were you a another merman like him and the tweels?

You weren't, he'd come to find out

This did not make things better

Probably made them worse tbh

And what in hell is on your face

It looks....

unnatural. creepy. Disturbing.

....

Welp.

Time to avoid you at all costs

He doesn't really make it a secret that he doesn't want anything to do with you

And he fully expects you to take the hint and maintain about ten feet of personal space between the two of you at all times

Unfortunately for him, you either don't take the hint, or you've decided you were done with giving fucks, because you just so happen to currently be in the middle of the Monstro lounges' restaurant

....well shit

No but seriously what the fuck are you doing here?

Like, do you want to make a deal? Are you just hungry? Are you going to pull out a gun and start blasting? What.

It turned out to be the second option, but he was still pretty suspicious

You understand right? Of course you do

So, with a heap of fake confidence, he gathered his only two friends (that also doubled as bodyguards), and went out into the lobby to question both his existence and your presence

"Oh hello. I'm sorry to intrude, but what business do you have here?"

"...am I not allowed to be here"

"Oh no no no no! My apologies, I misspoke. I just mean...do you want lunch, or did you come here to strike a deal?"

"..."

"What kind of deal?"

And with that, he panics

He didn't think this far, what could you possibly want? And more importantly, what the hell could he get out of it?!

He looked towards jade

Jade didn't look back at him, and consequently missing the panic in azuls eyes

Instead, jade guides you up from your chair and towars the back

You know, where they do "business"

Azul took a sharp inhale

Can't turn back now

It's OK. He can do this.

He couldnt do this

But by god he could act like it

So calmly, and with a heart that has beating much too fast, he caught up with the tweels, looking calm and collected

And feeling the opposite

...

When he put the contract out in front of you, he was...a bit disturbed to say the least

The mask. It blocked out your face, so he couldn't see your face, or your eyes through the dark lenses

But the tilt of your head let him know that you weren't looking at the contract at all

No, you were looking at him

Oh great seven-

"Is something the matter?"

"No. Well, yes. You never answered my question. Just what kind if deal is this?"

"Well. If you would just look down, you'd see our contract-"

"No. I want to hear this from you directly"

Ah shit. Why.

In all honesty, he hadn't thought about this contract too much. Taking what little information he had about you and making an assumption

The contract was one that would change your face to anything you wanted

I mean, you must be a bit...unsightly, right?

Why else would you wear a mask?

When he told you this, you just stared at him, and he got the sudden feeling that he had made a mistake of some kind

"I'd say I'm rather decent, considering my circumstances."

"Then why, may I ask, do you wear a mask?"

"I don't know how clean the air is here. My sector was right by the ocean, so we had a lot of toxins in the air. You understand"

....

Pause

"Well i... i cant say i do. And toxins? What exactly does living right next to an ocean have to do with toxins?!"

Also sector? What the fuck does that mean?

Azul knew he was losing his cool right now, but honestly he was tempted to take your words as slander

He saw Floyd getting figitty out of the corner of his eye

Oh that wasn't good

You however, looked confused, your body language at least

What?

Azul took a deep, deep breath in

He could question your words another time

Right now, he had business

"OK. So I'll ask again. Why do you wear a mask?"

"...I'm going to assume you don't know what a gas mask is then."

No Y/N. No he doesn't

"The mask I'm wearing right now is a special one that allows me to breathe in toxic or chemical gases without dying, or become terminally I'll at least....I prefer to keep it on thankyou."

Well that explained nothing

But it also explained...everything

Ah, so the air quality were you were from is bad huh?

But how bad? You mentioned people dying, from what he assumes was simply by breathing, so it must have been...terrible

...Damn

But still, how was this because of the ocean?

How was what you were describing, because of his home?

You got up from your seat

Oh?

"I'm sorry for wasting your time, but I have no interest in being in this contract. I think I'll leave the lounge now actually. I need to find ace and duece"

Azul saw jade reach out to touch his brother's arm, stopping him from saying or doing anything too...reckless

...huh.

Azul dispelled the contract

...

Well now he had questions

What type of air do you know

And more importantly, what type of water

Kalim Al-Asim

Social cues and the concept of self preservation completely fly over this man's head

So of course he just straight up gies up to you and asks

Or at least, he tries to

Yeeeaaaahhhh no, jamils not gonna let that slide

Sorry but if kalim dies on his watch, he's the one who takes the blame and...."gets in trouble"

Kalim doesn't really know what to think about the mask

And that only fuels his curiosity, and jamils impending breakdown, that much more

Kalim shares the grand majority of his classes with jamil, so most of the time he's just stuck starring at you when he wants answers

Fortunately for him, unfortunately for everyone else, he still has a few classes without jamil there to keep him alive

Bro sees an opportunity and bro takes it

One moment your trying to do your homework before class starts and the next you're on the floor

Good thing you didn't see him coming because you were about this damn close to rocking his shit

🤏 This. Damn. Close

His smile almost made it worth the panic though

"Y/N Y/N! Can I ask a question? What's with the mask?"

"The mask? Oh. It's to breathe air"

"...huh?"

Now you have to remember, kalim has a lot of siblings, a lot of younger siblings at that, so he's a little used to people saying slightly cryptic things with full confidence that he'll understand

Which, usually, he does one way or another

This is not one of those times

"What do you mean to breathe air? The air's fine?"

"Well maybe to you. But I don't have magic"

"...uh"

You look at his confused face, and quickly begin to realize that the other people in the class, including Mr.Trein are all starring at you.

Oh yeah. You were laying on the floor with Kalim on top of you and talking about the air.

...which you had to say look remarkably clearer than what it was from your world, but then again, people here have magic.

...

Oh yeah, you're still on the floor

"Uh, Kalim. Can you maybe get off of me please?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah!"

I'm sorry what?

What did you not having magic have to do with your ability to breathe air?

Maybe you were merfolk?

No that's not it, if you were merfolk azul wouldn't look at you like you just said the sun was a cookie

So....

Yeah he doesn't know what's going on

Kalim, being kalim, tells jamil

And Jamil, being Jamil, connects the dots for him with one simple sentence

"Maybe the air was really bad where he came from or something"

Everybody praise jamil for being both the smartest bitch on the planet and being able to make the most obvious connect for his oblivious master

No really, praise him, he deserves it

But now that he has a reasonable answer to his question, this is once again, your problem

BECAUSE THE VERY NEXT DAY

"Hey you know the air is clean right?"

"Huh?"

"The air. It's clean. You don't have to wear a mask"

"Kalim. I don't know how to explain this to you any better. I don't. Have. Magic."

"And you don't need magic!"

"Y/N! It's clean!"

"..."

Kalim brought you some of jamils food the next day

You still had your mask on, but you were a bit more figity than usual

And he noticed

____________________

Holy shit I am so glad that's finally done.

I'm going to work on a request and then I'm writing jamil smut....so uh. Look forward to that ig

[shortpplfedup]

Only Friends Character Rankings Episode 10

We're in the final act now, as Jojo n'em focus on 'Redemption'. Last week y'all tapped Nick as the most honest in reckoning with himself, and now it's everybody else's turn for a reckoning.

🔺1. Boeing (2)

You're totally his type. Like an upgraded version of me.

Walk in, fuck shit up, that's the Boeing way, and I am GAGGING for it. I don't have a clue who the target is or what his game is or exactly but he is playing it EXPERTLY. Is he trying to get Top back? Is he trying to get back at Top? Where does next week's Sand diversion fit in? DID HE AND MEW REVENGE FUCK I NEED TO KNOW?! (I ALSO NEED TO SEE!).

🔻2. Nick (1)

Don't we deserve each other?

Nikolai my stalker baby, why did my heart swell three sizes when you got your man? Honesty remains the best policy, and owning your own shit is a fast track to understanding and accepting others. Nick tried, he genuinely gave Daddy Dan an honest and fair chance, and it COULD have been something, but the heart wants what it wants and Nick's heart wants Boston. The look on his face when he saw his photo as Boston's lockscreen, the way he BAWLED when Boston admitted he missed him...peak romance I tell you.

🔺3. Boston (4)

I don't usually take good care of what I own.

I'm not really meta-ing about this show, but the PRECISION with which Jojo n'em sliced and diced the audience's slut-shaming ways via this character got me. I am INCANDESCENT on Boston's behalf that his so-called friends were so willing to believe Atom's nasty little lies. Because Boston might be a slut, and he might have gone a little Top crazy, and he might stir up some drama when he's feeling some typa way, but he's not a sexual predator, and HE DOESN'T LIE. And despite it all people who call themselves friends to him SHOULD know that. He shouldn't have fucked Atom yes, but Atom straight up asked to get fucked. Boston DOES have lessons to learn about controlling his impulses and filtering the things that come out of his mouth, but these hypocrites ain't the ones to teach him. I'm glad that Nick got over himself last week just in time to be there when Boston truly needed him, and I hope that if they decide to try a relationship that Nick keeps the letting-Boston-be-Boston energy he's discovered.

⭐4. Ray's Dad

Ray's Dad in his one prior appearance seemed like a man at the end of his rope, and I'm glad my thinking was borne out. This story keeps telling us that nobody is a monster, nobody is a villain, everybody is just a person, and Ray's dad is a person like all the rest of them: he cared about his wife, he's watched helplessly and increasingly angrily as his son went down the same path, but he didn't know how to get through to him because he's limited, as we all are, so he did a lot of the wrong thing. I don't think paying Sand to get Ray into rehab was the wrong thing though, that was the act of a desperate man. Him giving Ray the straight dope about how to treat people was a long overdue fatherly lesson. Has he been neglectful? Indubitably. But I'm rooting for him.

🔻5. Sand (3)

Do you think I’m a man with no dignity?

Sand is the beneficiary of me being salty about Mew and Ray joining the 'I saw Goodie Proctor with the devil' mini-mob, but I could have TOLD him that a man who continuously and repeatedly calls you a whore is going to believe the absolute worst about you when the chips are down. I'm lowkey mad he gave back the money, because Ray is gonna call him a whore whether or not he's getting paid. I know Sand lives for the drama sparkle Ray brings to his otherwise dull life, but come ON dude.

🔺6. Mew (7)

If you blow it again this time, I'll blame myself for being dumb enough to trust you.

Mew joining in the fun with Boeing is probably gonna bite him somehow but right now I am LIVINGGGGG. Mew keeping Top up at night staring at the ceiling on a regular basis is the only way I'm gonna truly enjoy them being together, because game recognising game is my favourite brand of toxic relationship. If these two spend the next 50 years trying to get one over on each other I will be so satisfied.

🔻7. Ray (5)

I'm not addicted to alcohol. I can stop whenever I want.

Ray spending the entire episode in various stages of denial, his irritation with the idea of rehab and refusal to take it seriously, that explosion that was ALWAYS coming at Sand, and his final, quiet realisation that he has a fucking problem and he needs to fix it to stop hurting the people around him was phenomenal television, anchored by a bravura performance by Khaotung. Ray is gonna have a lot of amends to make once he starts drying out, including saying everything he said to his therapist directly to Sand. Can he truly change? Let's see.

🔻8. Top (6)

I'm sure if he stops being mad at me, we can make it long-term.

I finally figured out why no matter what I'll NEVER like Top and he doesn't pass the vibe check: his instincts and reactions are to lie, hide and cheat when he doesn't feel on top of things. He and Boeing may not be fuckin', but whatever is going on there smells like deceit and mendacity, and he is DESPERATE to hide it from Mew. The look on his face when Boeing is around is exactly how he looked around Boston after that car. Give me an honest slut over whatever this is any day of the week and twice on Sundays. I keep saying that Mew is part of Top's self-actualization, and the way he talks about him with Boeing in this ep just adds fuel to my fire. Is that enough to sustain a long-lasting and successful relationship, absolutely, so many couples are JUST like this.

🔺9. Cheum (12)

Find your own way to graduate. And we will forget we were once friends with you.

OOH this girl pisses me off. Having finally decided to mind the business that pays her, mostly because she's annoyed Atom seems to prefer talking to Boston than talking to her, she's all too willing to believe Atom's lies about Boston and run up pointing her j'accuse finger. I genuinely can't get over how UGLY that scene at Boston's was, how Cheum pulled out some of the same shit that gets levelled at queer men, promiscuous or not, and threw it all at Boston. When she said she didn't believe that Atom was the aggressor because he likes girls, that hit me in the fucking chest. Boston must have done something to Atom. He must have coerced him, blackmailed him, forced him, right? It's so grotesque.

🔻10. Atom (9)

Getting my heart broken by a girl won't kill me.

Speaking of grotesque, what a nasty bit of business this was. Hurt people hurt people, that's kind of the whole ethos of this show, and the lies Atom told were designed to ruin Boston's life like he feels Boston ruined his by GIVING HIM EXACTLY WHAT HE ASKED FOR. I very much doubt Atom is gonna stop at Cheum too, he's out to destroy, and spreading around this kind of shit about somebody who's already judged for being 1) queer and 2) promiscuous is absolutely destructive. This shit was the vilest thing anybody has done on this show by a country mile.

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

Miles Learns why Gwen left Earth 65: Preview

They weren't sure where they were exactly, coming here has been done out of desperation and trying to run away from the nightmare world of Earth 42. They all had agreed it has been a long day (while subtly looking at Miles who was by far in the worse shape,) and had divided themselves into smaller groups.

In all honesty? Now that he didn't need to be running away from somebody, Miles was starting to feel the weight of the day in his body, he isn't even sure how many hours it has been and the closest he had to rest was being knock out flat by his evil counterpart. So he had barely hear past the "Gwen, Hobie and Miles go out to look for a place to rest."

"Don't need to tell me twice." He thought, slowly walking around as he looked at the place.

It seemed like has been once an office building, Miles couldn't imagine what must had happened to left couches, desks and other materials intact on it's place to rot; but he also didn't have the energy care about it.

"Me and Gwendy could move some of these around to make sure we have room for everybody," Hobie mentioned while looking with mildly disgust to the light grey love seats that seemed to be part of some waiting area. Miles wondered if he had something against the furniture, or being in such corporate place was just disgusting for him.

Miles needed a second to realize he hasn't been included, "What about me?"

"You can sit this one out Miles, we will be fine." Gwen mentioned off-hand, lifting one of the couches.

Frowning, he said "I can help you know-"

"Mate," Hobie called up to him, with his calm demeanour contrasting Miles bubbling annoyance. "You look two seconds away from becoming Father Ted, you can lie down."

"Father Ted?" He repeated, the confusion reigning over any residual anger at the idea of being useless.

"He means dead, Miles." Gwen says looking at him, and while he still wasn't sure how to feel about her; Miles noticed the worry in her eyes. "You had gone through a lot today, let us to do this for you okay? Please."

His own lips turned into a fine line, knowing very well he couldn't deny her; not just because he didn't have the strength not to when he was looking at him with such concern; Miles was indeed beaten half to death.

So with a sigh, he went to the love seat, and lie on it. The material was stiff, and even after trying to dusted with his hand the smell made him feel these thing has been here for longer that he has been alive. Closing his eyes, he resolved to rest. Or the best he could considering the circumstances.

What he was going to do? Now he has his friends on his side, which was great, but he didn't want to measure his chances if they needed to fight the organization. Miles had managed to escape, but one thing was leaving on the dust a bunch of unorganized people who didn't even know what was going on; than having Miguel get his forces in order to crack him down.

What would the guy do if they break the canon? Gwen was sure this could be avoided somehow, yet this didn't take into account the other things that were suppose to happen, or how it could break the universe. Hobie was convinced this entire thing was ridiculous and Miguel has his head too far his own ass to see it; while Peter had tried to say there could had been a way to reason-

At least everyone shut him down on that one.

It would be an understatement to say he was stressed out, so despite how he felt like his body begging for rest, his mind refused to cooperate. Gwen and Hobie moving furniture around also didn't give him the silence he normally preferred for these moments; yet he wasn't going to say anything to them since he still didn't feel too happy about being the only one taking it easy. 

So he continue having his eyes closed, and to even his breathing in order to trick his mind into falling asleep.

Miles hasn't meant to overhear, but with super hearing and literally not much else going on in the room? Was impossible not to.

"So, everything back in order with your Pot and Pan?"

"How does anyone understood Hobie?" Miles half-wondered. He liked the guy, specially now that he was the only person Miles felt 100% could trust had his best interest at heart; but it didn't meant his slang was less confusing. Was this how his parents felt like?

"Yeah, we sort things out; I feel a bit silly dramatizing how my dad would react after coming back home." Gwen chuckled awkwardly, hearing it in her tone alongside the furniture being rearranged. The light taps of the wood and the leather barely working as background noise, much less to hide that whatever this was about, wasn't easy.

Miles imagined as such, since he remember Gwen saying how her dad thought he killed Peter the first time she came to his universe. What he didn't expect, was Hobie's next words.

"You are joking, right? That better be a joke. There was nothing dramatic about the way you reacted after what he did."

While still lying down, Miles frowned. What did happen? And why Hobie sounded so worked out all of the sudden? It couldn't had been that bad, right? Is her father after all.

"Don't. Trust me on that." Gwen had said those words not so long ago. Miles hasn't want to debate her, specially without knowing her dad personally; but he has wondered why she was so sure of that. Now even more.

 "It all worked out in the end Hobie, maybe if I had gotten home sooner-"

"No, we are not doing this Gwen." Miles was taken aback hearing Hobie not just saying her name (without nicknames or jokes,) but also that he could hear the bubbling anger in his voice. "What he did to you was inexcusable, end of the story; the only reason I didn't bash his head with my guitar was because you explicitly not to."

A tiny, little part of Miles's brain tried to remind him he wasn't part of this conversation and he shouldn't be eavesdropping (if it could count with him staying in the room and they both knowing about it.) Yet that small voice got shut down as he was starting to actually worry.

Despite their short time together; there hasn't been any moment where he has seen Hobie lost his composure, not even coming close to it really. So whatever happened must had been next level bad if the guy was talking as if he wanted to take down Gwen's father like that.

"He is my dad Hobie-"

"Oh yeah? Well he didn't seem to remember that when you begged him to understand after showing your secret identity," Hobie's voice was picking up in volume, as the rage and indignation in her name seemed to overflown his voice; the next piece of furniture falling a little bit too hard as well; at least they wouldn't need to pay for it.  "After saving multiple people in his face, he cornered you down, force you to reveal your identity; and after trying to explain what happened, what did he do? Ah right, try to fucking arrest you as if you were any other criminal, and try to point his gun at you-

Miles opened his eyes and sat down so quickly you would had believed the couch was burning his back, "WHAT!?" He screamed, appalled.

. . .

I'm struggling to write in general, I had more than this, but for now a little bit of a preview for hype. And because motivation is a bitch lol.

[youthinluv]

our beloved summer

Cause we lost the summer Whеn we lost each other

sypnosis ; videos of zhanghao being part of a documentary during his teens resurfaced and went viral after 5 long years. while many people found him adorable, most people are also curious about his co-star, who he seems to have good chemistry with. what happens when people start to demand their reunion and an interview?

pairing ; zhanghao x gn! reader

wc ; 6175

genre ; inspired by the kdrama of the same name, angst, some fluff

tags ; non idol!reader, academic rivals to friends to lovers, pretty dialogue heavy, kuanjui as their highschool friend bc why not !! zb1 permanent group (real) since i'll have this set in 2015-2021 and 2026 as present day 😜

playlist ; we lost the summer - txt, why didn't you stop me? - mitski

author's note ; mandatory english isn't my first language message here !!!! the backstory (?) for this is actually more lighthearted compared to what u see in the actual kdrama 😭 not rlly happy w how this turned out tbh but i still wanted to push this out. i had to cut a lot down and speed everything to filter out the filler, so it may seem a little rushed/all over the place. the formatting and povs are also kind of a mess so pls bear w me 💔

———

'ZEROBASEONE's Center Zhanghao Goes Viral After Fans Find Him in An Old Documentary From High School'

Sometimes, we can't help but wonder how our favorite idols were back in highschool, or pre-debut, since we know little to nothing about them back then.

But that doesn't seem to be the case for ZEROBASEONE's center Zhanghao, who recently went viral after an old highschool documentary resurfaced, where he starred the films that walked us through his everyday life as a highschool student.

What's even more interesting is that he also had a co-star alongside him, going by the name Y/N L/N. 

While many people found Zhanghao adorable, most seem to be more interested in this mystery person, speculating that they were even dating due to their good chemistry as seen in the documentary.

Fans are now asking for their reunion to see how they're doing and if they are still connected.

———

"Hyung? Who's Y/N L/N?"

Ricky asked, reading through the Koreaboo article that caught his attention after seeing the headline.

Zhanghao, who was on his phone, snapped his head up at the mention of the name.

It was a busy day, they were preparing for one of the many promotional stages they were doing for their debut.

"Huh?" was all he could respond with. He wasn't expecting your name to be mentioned again after so long, especially from one of his own members.

"Oh you didn't see it yet? You're going viral because apparently, people found your old documentary from highschool and someone named Y/N L/N co-starred with you?"

Matthew spoke, he leaned on Ricky's shoulder as he read the article again on the younger man's phone.

Hm. Zhanghao wasn't exactly sure how to answer. In all honesty, he completely forgot about the documentary until now.

Eventually, he settled on a vague answer. 

"Oh, yeah. They were a friend back from highschool."

"Oooh! Do you still keep in touch with them? I'm surprised you never told me about them.”

Matthew leaned forward, now interested.

"Yah! You were friends with Kuanjui back in highschool?"

Ricky suddenly exclaims. The older men both look over and see him watching the documentary in question. Kuanjui, Zhanghao and who they presume to be Y/N were all in one frame together.

"Wow, is this Y/N? They're super pretty."

Zhanghao snatches the phone from the youngest, earning him a whine of protest.

"Do you mind? We're almost up next so you can't be slacking off right now.

Ricky pouts while Matthew laughs at their antics. As if on cue, their manager came in and told everyone else that they had to go soon. Zhanghao returns the phone to Ricky with a warning, and they all make their way to the side stage.

As they do so, Zhanghao's phone gets left behind. The phone lit up and a light 'ding!' signified that a text message got sent to him.

———

Soft music played throughout the room, it was calm and quiet.

Y/N sat near the window, the bright sunlight shining through as they hummed along to the song in the background while she painted calculated strokes on the large canvas.

Just then, Y/N's friend barges in, seemingly frantic.                                 "Hey, Y/N! Have you seen this? Why didn't you tell me you knew??"

Eve stops in her tracks, after seeing the confused expression on their face.

"What?"

"You're telling me you know THE Zhanghao?! And why are people saying you probably even dated him? And you were friends with Kuanjui too?? I'm a fan of theirs, why didn't you tell me?!"

She continued to spit question after question to you, who looked at her with confusion and disbelief.

"Wait, hold on... where did you even get any of this?" Y/N interrupts, causing Eve to trail off from her rambling.

"Oh, so you really haven't seen yet? Apparently you were part of a documentary along with Zhanghao, and it showed you being friends with Kuanjui back in highschool. You're on Koreaboo and Soompi! Why didn't I hear any of this?!"

The mention of a documentary hit them with the realization. Of why Eve was freaking out about this, and everything she said suddenly made sense.

"Wait, what? Documentary? And I'm on Koreaboo and Soompi because of it? Is that why my phone's been blowing up?" they sulk in their seat little.

"I completely forgot I even did that..." they mumbled to themself.

Y/N runs their fingers through their hair. "Okay, fine, yeah it was me. The documentary was all Kuanjui's idea too, since he wanted to pursue being a film director back then before he decided on wanting to be an idol. It's a long story."

"Really? I mean... I have all day." Eve grins, while Y/N shoots back an incredulous look.

"Well good for you then, but I unfortunately don't. I still have to finish this project. It's very important."

"Man! You're such a killjoy!"

Y/N's phone lit up, but this time, with a different tone, which was a relief after the plethora of the notifications they got from random people finding and following their personal social media accounts. 

Looking at the notification, it was a text message from Kuanjui with a simple "hey".

———

"...I'm sorry?" 

Y/N stared at Kuanjui across as if he just told them he lost their most prized possession.

"Look! It won't even be that bad, it's just an interview and you can be done and over with everything by then." he tried to reason.

"Okay, but... why?"

"Why not? The people are curious to see how you're doing, amongst other things."

"Other things like...?" Y/N raises an eyebrow.

"Like how you two are doing as a pair! And I can't blame them, you two really did have good chemistry, everyone can see it, even me! If I didn't know you two personally, I'd also wanna know how the both of you are doing."

Kuanjui leans closer across the table closer to them, a sly grin on his face. "Besides, you'll get paid for it." 

Y/N didn't really have any other counter for that, aside simply not wanting to. And besides, they were at least getting something out of it. After briefly pondering, they let out a sigh.

"...Fine. I'll do it."

Kuanjui almost jumped out of his seat. "Really?! Oh my god!"

"Actually, have you even asked Zhanghao himself yet? Do you think his agency will allow this?"

"Don't worry, I'll get him on board with this. Just trust me."

———

Zhanghao almost choked on his food. Kuanjui had to help him and made him drink water.

After calming down, he tries to distract himself by grilling the meat they had in front of them.

"Are you joking?"

"Nope. And before you ask, both Dispatch and I already talked to your agency about it, they think it'll be great publicity." replied Kuanjui.

Zhanghao sighs. "And here I thought you just wanted to be nice and treat me to dinner. If only I knew you're doing this to try and convince me to this... crazy idea of yours." he pauses. "Why though? You know we're both doing fine even if we don't do this."

"Why not? There's no reason for you to not do it, right? I thought you two ended on okay terms? If there's no bad blood and if you really moved on, then you should have no problem with this." Kuanjui counters, folding his arms and staring at Zhanghao.

The older man looks like he wants to say something back, but no words come out of his mouth.

Zhanghao knows he's right. There really isn't any good reason for him to decline. In reality, he was just avoiding Y/N and wanted to keep that up, even if he didn't know the reason why he was doing that in the first place.

"Please! You'll get paid if you do this, I promise I'll make it worth your time." Kuanjui pleads.

"Of course I did! They said yes too. Unlike you, it didn't take me this much convincing for them to be on board."

Silence followed. Zhanghao clearly seemed to be thinking and considering it, clear enough for Kuanjui to get the hint and attempt to reassure him.

"Look, you don't have to give me an answer right now, so don't worry. But, please please please just think about it and consider doing it."

At this, Zhanghao reluctantly nodded, mentally going through his possible options and ways to approach this situation.

———

"Jiwoong hyung? Can I ask you for some advice?"

Zhanghao asked the man who was making the two of them a cup of coffee. Zhanghao had gotten home quite late and Jiwoong stayed up to wait for him.

"Sure. What's up? Is this about the documentary?"

He replied, placing the mugs on the table.

"Huh? How'd you know?"

Jiwoong chuckled. "Ah, well, I actually overheard Kuanjui talking to some higher ups at the company earlier. Something about you doing an interview with the other person in the documentary?"

"Well... you know how Kuanjui and I had dinner earlier? He actually asked me to do an interview with the other person in the documentary."

"Okay, and you're asking me for advice because...?"

Zhanghao hesitates, before realizing if he doesn't answer honestly, he'll never get the advice he actually needs.

"The thing is, that 'other person' is actually now my ex, and I haven't seen nor heard from them ever since we broke up, so..." he trails off, unsure of what else to say.

As if he read his mind, Jiwoong cuts in "You're avoiding them and now don't know how to handle seeing them again?"

The younger nods, slightly surprised that he managed to almost exactly pin down the situation.

"Well, did you two end and last saw each other on bad terms? Because if that's the case, then I'd probably turn down the offer if that's the case."

"Ah, no..." Zhanghao replies "I actually don't know why I'm avoiding them, especially since it was basically a mutual agreement."

Jiwoong cocks an eyebrow at this. "So you're asking me if you should take the opportunity? Is that it?"

The former nods again, starting to become a little flustered.

"I mean, if you guys didn't have an unhealthy relationship or a messy break up, I don't see why you shouldn't. You said it yourself, it was a mutual breakup. Maybe you two will find some closure too."

Zhanghao lets his head fall to the table, mumbling. "Kuanjui said something along the lines of that too..."

"If two third parties said the same thing, then it's probably best to follow along with it. Trust me, maybe you'll get something good out of it."

———

"I'll do it."

A thud could be heard from the other side of the phone, followed by the sounds of fabric being frantically ruffled. "Seriously?!"

"Yeah. I thought about it and talked to some people, and I've decided that I'll do it."

"Oh my god, thank you so much, Zhanghao! I promise, I'll make it worth your time."

Beep—

And with that, the call between Kuanjui and Zhanghao dropped as the former immediately went to make another call.

"Hello?—"

"Y/N! Zhanghao just called me. He said he'll do it."

"...He did? That's surprising, but good to know."

"Yeah! I still have to make some calls, so I'll talk to you later, but I'll let you know if they'll release more info."

———

"Oh, so you agreed to the interview with Y/N?"

Matthew looks at Zhanghao, recalling the exchange they had a few days before.

"Really?! Oh, I'm definitely seated for that. I binged the episodes they put out and you guys had really good chemistry." Ricky peers up from his phone. 

"Good to know you followed my advice." Jiwoong interjects, stopping himself mid bite, before asking Ricky what he even meant by 'being seated for that'.

"Hm? You asked Jiwoong hyung for advice? Why though?" Matthew asks once again, tilting his head.

"Ah, that's because..."

Zhanghao trails off, stopping himself for a moment.

"Y/N is actually ex. My only one, by the way. I told both the company and Dispatch that so, they might use it as part of the interview. The company didn't seem to mind that though."

The room suddenly went silent, the rest of the members looking at their center, causing him to become flustered.

"Yah! Why'd you guys go all quiet all of a sudden?! You're not supposed to be eavesdropping!"

Then, the room erupted. Now Zhanghao had to endure his members' endless teasing.

Later that night, he sat in his room. After a lot of consideration and debating with himself, he decided to watch the documentary where it all started.

Staring at the screen, he hesitated to press play.

On the other hand, Y/N was also in the same situation. Little did they know that they were both facing the same dilemma.

They both sat in front of their laptops and stared at the screens. In front of them were videos that contained their highschool moments and memories.

After heavy debating, they finally pressed play, all the memories flooding back to them.

—2015—

"Okay, class. I'll be giving back your test papers, so please take note of your scores."

The teacher handed the graded papers back, giving time for everyone to recieve their own.

Y/N recieved their paper. Looking at it, they saw that they got full marks. 

'Yes!'

They cheered to themself, peering across the room to look at Zhanghao to try and see his reaction. 

"Also, congratulations to both Y/N and Zhanghao for getting full marks! Please keep it up."

At that, Y/N had to resist the urge of banging their head against the table.

'Nevermind. Forget it.'

Y/N always saw Zhanghao as an academic rival, but he doesn't know that. He always kept to himself and carried on.

And that's how it always was for them, back and forth. Zhanghao doing his usual, while Y/N did everything to stay on top.

Sometimes it'd work, sometimes it wouldn't. No matter though, Zhanghao never failed to greet them, which in turn made them more irritated about it.

———

"Seriously? I forgot my umbrella..."

Y/N rummaged through her bag for the nth time again, as if by some miracle, the umbrella will show up.

They sighed, looking up and watching the pouring heavy rain.

"You forgot your umbrella?"

Zhanghao came from behind and stood next to them

"Yeah. What, gonna rub it in my face?"

He looked at them incredulously, almost looking offended.

"Um, no? I was gonna offer to walk with you to wherever you were going. I don't think you have an option anyways, since everyone's already pretty much left."

He's right. It was almost 5pm and the school was almost emptied out. If they remained stubborn and turned down his offer, they’d probably have to wait until the rain stopped, which clearly looked like it wasn’t happening anytime soon.

“Ah… I was planning to drop by this cafe nearby before heading home. I’m not sure if you have the time for that, though, so it’s all good if you just go ahead without me.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not leaving you here like this. Besides, I actually have a lot of free time but nothing to do, so I’ll come with you, don’t worry about it.”

Y/N stared at him, unsure of what to feel. Zhanghao then motioned them to go ahead, which they did.

The cafe visit and walk there was silent. Zhanghao didn’t seem to mind but Y/N on the other hand had a lot of thoughts running through their mind. The pair lightly bickered in line, with Zhanghao offering to pay for both their food and drinks while Y/N insisted on covering the expenses instead.

“Please, let me. Just think of it as thanks for helping out tonight.”

Zhanghao then let out a huff in defeat, stating that he’ll pay next time instead and that he’ll walk them home instead. His resolve was made clear and it was obvious he wouldn’t take no for an answer, so they reluctantly accepted.

More silence ensued for the walk until Y/N spoke for the first time since leaving the cafe.

“I’ve been meaning to ask… why are you doing this in the first place?”

“Hm? Why, does it bother you?”

Y/N sighed. “I should be asking you that. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I don’t really like you.” Zhanghao couldn’t help but laugh lightly at that. “Ouch. Is it because you consider me as an academic rival? ‘Cause I feel like the energy you’ve been trying to give me, aside from Kuanjui kind of implying it too…”

“Huh, you knew?” Y/N looked at him shocked, while he returned an amused expression. “You always gave me dirty looks when I’d score higher than you, and you’d always look my way with this smug look when you’re the one who’d score higher than me. It can be pretty obvious you’re rubbing things in sometimes, you know.”

They looked away, embarrassed. Y/N seriously didn’t think they were being that obvious to him about it, but looks like they thought wrong.

The man before them put a reassuring hand on their shoulder as they chewed on their lip trying to come up with an excuse. 

“It’s alright, if it’s that serious for you I can hold back and let you rank 1st every time.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered just a little at the idea of him being willing to do that before they quickly snapped back to reality.

“W–Wait, no! I don’t want you to give all that up just for me, I promise. Besides, if I knew you were doing that, it’ll take away the feeling because it's… inorganic? So please, I’d feel even worse if you did that.”

“...Are you sure?” “Yeah. I’ll just work even harder to keep beating you next time! So you better watch out.”

Y/N nodded, hitting Zhanghao’s shoulder which caused him to burst out laughing.

By the time they both got home, they already considered each other friends and were on much better terms. 

Soon enough, they warmed up to each other and hung out with Kuanjui together. They became an inseparable trio and always were seen together.

“Ohohoh! What’s this, Zhanghao and Y/N talking? That’s a first!”

Kuanjui approaches the pair and they noticed he held a camera in his hand, talking to it.

“Yah, shut up! What are you even doing with that?” Y/N lightly hits his shoulder as Zhanghao bites back a laugh.

“Ow! I’m trying to record as much of our highschool days as I can, like a documentary! What’s it to you anyways?”

He replies, rubbing his arm.

Y/N doesn’t say anything back glaring at him as he turns away and starts rambling to the camera.

Time passed and little by little, Y/N and Zhanghao slowly developed feelings for each other. They grew closer and more comfortable with each other. Glances from across their classroom turned into small, unsure touches, and little gifts with a “it reminded me of you, I thought you’d like it.” [ITALICS]

—2016—

Summer has come. The sun shone brightly and the pair stood at a spot they always came back to. It overlooked the city and they could see the lotus flowers in bloom in the nearby garden.

While Y/N admired the view, Zhanghao admired the person next to him. Silent and looking softly at their smiling face. Y/N felt his gaze and turned their head, slightly flustered once they realized that he’s been staring the entire time.

“You’re staring” “I know.”

“...Are you okay?” At this, Zhanghao gulped, unsure if he should say it. ‘It’s now or never. If you don’t tell them now, when will you?’ he thought to himself. Mustering all his courage, he takes a deep breath and faces Y/N again.

“Can I tell you something? Please promise me this won’t ruin our friendship.”

Y/N looks back at him with a confused expression, unsure of how to respond.

“Um, okay. Is everything alright though? You’re kind of scaring me…”

“I like you, Y/N.”

Just then, it was almost like time stopped between them. Y/N stood in shocked silence for a while before Zhanghao started mumbling.

“Itsokayifyoudon’tlikemebackIjusthopethisdoesn’truinourfriendshipan—”

“Hey, hey! It’s okay!” Y/N took his head between their hands, forcing him to look at them. After noticing he calms down, they continue.

“I, um. Actually like you too, so…” they continue, sheepishly rubbing their arm and looking away, flustered. 

It was Zhanghao’s turn to be shocked and silent. He was visibly processing the information before he looked back at Y/N. “Seriously?”

He gets a nod in response. After realizing that Y/N really was being serious, he couldn’t help but break out into a smile and pull them in a tight hug.

They both laugh and start to excitedly talk about where their relationship goes from here, all while they looked back at the colorful lotus flowers in front of them.

———

“Hey, are you serious about taking the Gaokao so soon?”

Y/N asked Zhanghao, who sat across from them and next to Kuanjui.

“Hmm, well, yeah. I actually meet the criteria and have the qualifications for it. You should go for it, too! You’re just as qualified for that as I am.”

“And leave me here?” Kuanjui cuts in, whining.

“Urgh. I dunno, as much as I wanna do that, I also wanna take it slow and enjoy highschool, y’know? Besides, aren’t you taking up Geoscience? I think I’ll be fine if I don’t rush things since I’m taking Fine Arts.” 

Y/N sighs.

Zhanghao hums. “That’s true, but I’m actually not that sure anymore. I might take music if Geoscience doesn’t work out.”

Kuanjui looks up from his food, speaking with a stuffed face. The table shook at the sudden movement, causing the camera to almost lose its balance.

“What are you even still doing with that camera? You’re still doing that documentary?”

Y/N asks and they only earn a ‘shut up’ from him. He then turns to Zhanghao to ask.

“Seriously? So suddenly?”

“Like I said, only if it doesn’t work out. Who knows?”

“You seem so relaxed about a pretty big decision, Hao. You should take this seriously!”

Y/N lightly scolds and hits him. The trio all burst into laughter as the topic starts to divert to their school and classes.

—2018—

“Wah! I’m so glad we both got into the same uni!” Y/N exclaims as they pull Zhanghao into a hug upon meeting each other. “Still, you’re a year level above me which kinda pisses me off. I should’ve taken the Gaokao when you did, too.” they sigh as the pair pulls away from each other.

Zhanghao laughs at this. “Yeah, yeah. It’s a shame Kuanjui had to go back to Taiwan though, we could’ve had a complete reunion!”

“Well, it’s not like there’s much we can do about it anyways. If anything, I can’t believe you dropped Geosci for music! You play the violin now, right? How’s that going for you?

”It was a pretty big decision, I admit, but I found that I really have a passion for music compared to Geosci.” Zhanghao replies, before briefly changing the topic.

“Hey, why don’t we talk about this over lunch instead? My treat, to celebrate your very first day here!”

“Really? Who am I to turn down free lunch?”

The couple breaks out in a fit of giggles as they walk off, discussing a multitude of different topics.

—2021—

“Baobei.”

Zhanghao quietly calls out. Y/N hums, turning to look at him as they both stood at the same spot where they both got together.

The man before them pulls out a small box, softly smiling as he hands it to Y/N.

“Happy 5th anniversary to us.”

Y/N looks at him in shock, before opening the box and finding a Chai hairpin that were decorated with lotus flowers at the ends.

“I know you don’t normally wear hairpins but I saw it and it reminded me of you. It reminded me of us and how we got together when the lotus were in full bloom back in summer. Well, aside from the meaning of the flower itself.”

Zhanghao explains, lightly chuckling at the end.

“Are you kidding? It's so pretty. I love it. I love you.”

They both lean into each other, and as they gazed at the view overlooking the night city, Y/N whispers.

“Happy 5th to us, love.”

———

“I’m leaving the country soon.”

Zhanghao breaks the silence. They stood at their favorite spot once again, where they’d shared a lot of significant memories together.

“Huh?”

“You know Yuehua, right? I told you about it. The agency’s been following me around for over the past 3 years now. I’ve decided to sign with them now that I got my degree. I want to become an idol.”

Y/N stared at him, wanting to say a million things but in the end, couldn’t bring themselves to say it all. “...I see.”

With a deep breath, they fully turn to him with a sad look.

“Let's break up then.”

“...What?” Zhanghao’s brows furrowed.

“Let’s break up, Hao. We can’t be together like this. If you want to become an idol and leave the country for it, then I’ll let you. You can’t be in a relationship as a trainee and I don’t wanna hold you back from your dreams.” “Wait, can’t we talk about this first?” he slowly becomes more panicked at the situation.

“Baobei. Please understand.” Y/N pleads.

 “I don’t want to hold you back and maintain a long distance relationship. I don’t want to distract you. Believe me, I don’t want this either, but it’s better for both of us.”

The couple stares at each other, either one unable to say anything further as their tears start to fall. Zhanghao swallows.

“I’m sorry.” he says, voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

Y/N hesitates, but starts rummaging through their bag. They pulled out a small box that looked all too familiar to the pair. They take the hairpin out of it, snapping one of the pins off and placing it on Zhanghao’s palm with a small ‘here’.[ITALICS]

“We might not be together anymore from this point on, but promise me you’ll keep this, take good care of it, and carry it around with you when you can, so when we meet again, we can piece them together. Doesn’t matter if either one of us has someone else by then. It’ll serve as a reminder of the times we had and things we shared. I love you.”[ITALICS]

They both burst into tears, hugging each other as if their life depended on it, before deciding to (hesitantly) part ways for good.

That was the last time they saw each other since then.

—PRESENT DAY—

“Kuanjui, was this really a good idea?”

Y/N sighs, as they look in the mirror and restlessly adjust their clothes. They seem to be making sure that something stays in their pockets.

“Don’t get cold feet now, Y/N! It’ll be fine, I promise.”

“When is he coming? I haven’t seen him in ages so I don’t know how to–”

Y/N’s sentence gets interrupted as the studio’s doors open, revealing Zhanghao as he stepped in. He looks around before noticing Kuanjui and Y/N standing and staring at him. Upon seeing them, he gives a polite smile and a small bow.

“Um. I’ll go grab a drink. Stay here.” Kuanjui tells Y/N and before they could even do anything, he was already out of the room.

Traitor!

Sighing, they turn back to Zhanghao and observe him. He approaches them and they hold their breath.

“Hi.” Zhanghao greets.

“Hey.”

“Long time no see, huh?”

Silence settles between them and neither one is sure of what else to say.

“...You’ve changed, Hao.” Y/N musters up a smile, but it’s clear to both of them that it’s a sad one. 

“Yeah. So did you.” 

“So you’re an idol now? Congrats. I’m so happy for you.”

Something inside Zhanghao visibly shifts but Y/N can’t tell what exactly. 

As he opens his mouth to try and give back a reply, a staff member comes in, cutting them both off. They decide to get a chance to properly talk again later as they were both led into the interview room, where the staff member explains the the basics

“You guys will be sitting there and we’ll simply show you questions on a card.You can answer as honestly and freely as possible. Because of that, you only have the flow of the interview.”

They both nod and the cameras start rolling. They do the introductions and read the first question.

‘How did you two meet?’

“This was already pretty obvious but we went to the same school and were classmates.”

Zhanghao starts.

‘What were your first impressions of each other?’

Y/N lightly giggles at this question.

“I considered Zhanghao to be my academic rival but I eventually found out that he didn’t see me that way and only thought of me as a mutual friend thanks to Kuanjui. After he helped me out, we became friends.”

Zhanghao chuckles at this before answering.

“Well, yeah. Like they said, I only knew them because they were friends with Kuanjui. I did think they were pretty nice at first, then I thought they were cold after a while because I thought they hated me .”

At that, the studio’s atmosphere instantly lightened and they were less tense with each other now.

‘We heard that you two used to date. What was the relationship like?’

“Ah, well… we were pretty much inseparable once we became friends, so not much changed and we spent a lot of time together. I guess we were more comfortable and open with each other?”

Y/N answers, careful not to say anything that may cause a scandal. Zhanghao simply nods in agreement.

‘Why did you two break up?’

The room goes silent for a while as the pair looked at each other, gulping. As Zhanghao hesitates to answer,  Y/N cuts in.

“Just differences. He wanted to be an idol and had to move to Korea for that. I wasn’t sure on what to do yet but I stayed behind. I didn’t want to hold him back by keeping a long distance relationship and distract him from his dreams.”

“It was a mutual agreement, so it wasn’t a messy breakup or anything. We were together for over 5 years.”

Zhanghao adds as he nods.

Using past tense to discuss their relationship stung them more than both had expected. You’d think they should be used to it by now.

‘Did you two keep in contact afterwards?’

“Honestly? No. As far as I know, this is the first time we’ve seen each other since we broke up.”

“Yeah. Even though we lived in the same city and ended up moving to the same one as well, this is the first time we've seen each other in person after all that.”

‘Did your lives turn out the way you expected them to 10 years back?’

“No, actually. I wasn’t expecting to end up being on good terms with Zhanghao back then, moreso dating him. I also wasn’t expecting to move out to the country either, so I wouldn’t exactly say that.

“Absolutely not. I wanted to pursue Geoscience at first, but I eventually decided that it wasn’t for me and that I wanted to pursue music instead. So I switched schools and picked up the violin. If you told my 16 year old self that I’d be a K-pop idol 10 years from now, I’d probably think you were crazy.”

The pair laughs at this, knowing that it was true for the both of them.

‘For this segment, we’ll be leaving you alone in the room for 10 minutes. Is there anything you want to say to each other before we wrap up?’

The room went silent and their faces slowly dropped. It stayed like that for almost a minute as the staff all walked out.

“Um…” Y/N starts, turning to Zhanghao, unsure if they should even say this. ‘It’s now or never, Y/N’

Taking a deep breath, they continue. “When I was breaking up with you, I was kind of hoping you’d fight for us a little more. I know that I ended it, but why didn’t you chase after me? Sure, I was trying my best to convince you, but why didn’t you stop me?”

Zhanghao’s eyes turned glassy as he stared at them, watching while they continued.

Y/N takes a deep breath. “I was constantly lying to myself that I was over you, even though I moved to Seoul after you did, and throughout these years I would silently wish that I’d run into you and meet you again.” their voice cracks slightly as tears prick their eyes.

Zhanghao smiles sadly. “I don’t know if you knew this, but ever since we broke up, I’d constantly ask one of your close friends for updates. Everyday, I’d ask them. When they told me you were moving to Korea, I was a little devastated because I knew I couldn't ask them anymore, and finding you would be much harder now.”

“You would constantly look for me?”

“Yeah. When I debuted, I thought about you and how I’ve finally achieved my dreams, but you weren’t there for me anymore. You weren’t with me. And I didn't know how to feel about that.”

“Oh.” 

…

“I watched you though. I watched you on the show, your debut show, all of it. I watched your life through pictures and the videos your staff would upload.” Y/N fidgets with their hands.

“...Do you remember that promise from before? When we broke up? Here.” Zhanghao asks out of nowhere, pulling out the same Chai hairpin from 5 years before and handing his piece.

Y/N looks back and forth between the pin in their hand and the man before them, tears threatening to spill. “You… really kept it?”

“Of course. I’m not one to go back on my promises, you know?”

At this, Y/N pulls out their half, the one they were fiddling with in their pocket earlier.

“I just… didn’t think you would. I was planning to give you my [ITALICS] half instead.”

“Do you still wanna piece them together?” Zhanghao asks, and Y/N contemplates on it. Complete silence once again.

“No.”

“...No?”

“Yeah, no. Here, keep your piece. The fact that you still remembered and even brought your half of the pin already means a lot to me. You can think of it as me giving back to you. This pin already means a lot to me, so I want you to keep it for good now.” Y/N hands back the pin.

“Okay. If that’s what you want.”

At this, the staff quietly open the door and pour back in, indicating the end of the 10 minutes, as well as the interview as a whole.

They both dab away their tears and take the time to calm down. After doing so, they did the outro and were finally free to go.

Y/N checked their phone as soon as they got off and saw that Kuanjui had to leave to take care of something. ‘Let me know how it went’, the text read.

They stepped out of the building and were greeted with the sun shining brightly over them, completely contrasting to the bittersweet feelings they were having at the moment.

“So…” 

Zhanghao breaks the silence, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“I’ll see you around?”

“That’s it? You’re not even gonna exchange socials, numbers, anything?”

Y/N lightly scoffs, and Zhanghao genuinely smiles at this.

“Looks like you didn’t change much.” they exchange both socials and numbers, and couldn’t help but stare at each other in silence afterwards.

Zhanghao’s phone rings. Seeing the caller’s ID, he turns to Y/N. “My members seem to be looking for me now. Let’s catch up some other time, yeah?” he smiles.

“Yeah. We can do that.”

“It was nice seeing you Y/N. In all honesty, I was afraid to see you again, but I’m more reassured now after all this…” he trails off.

“And I missed you. A lot.”

“I missed you too. A lot.” Y/N smiles at him, mirroring his words.

“I’ll see you then. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Zhanghao walks away and Y/N had to resist the urge to chase after him. Watching his figure leave their peripheral vision, they finally allowed a lingering thought to take over them.

“I still love him, don’t I?”