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Things We Know By Heart (Spencer Reid Fluff)

Summary: Reader teaches Spencer how to slow dance in preparation for his wedding. The only problem? Reader’s in love with Spencer, and she isn’t the bride.

A/N: S/O to Kyla who bullied me throughout all of elementary school. Ik you’ve probably changed since then, but you literally traumatized and tormented me for more than six years of my life. So I felt like including you in this story as, “Kayla,” Spencer’s fiancé. Tehe, I’m petty like that. Couple: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid Category: Fluff Word Count: 6.5k

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I think we’d all like to believe that somewhere out there is our person. And somehow, someway, they’ll get to where they need to go, right where they belong.

With us.

That’s what I’d like to believe.

I’d like to think that no matter what happens along our journeys to each other, we’ll arrive at the same destination regardless.

But that isn’t necessarily true, is it?

Because maybe, my soulmate got lost along the way. They met somebody great, someone they think is their person, and they married that person. They had kids and eventually, grandkids with that person, even though, deep down - they knew it wasn’t right. They stayed with them anyway because their fear of being alone superseded their fear of being with the wrong person for life.

And what am I to do when that happens? When my person finds a different person.

Am I supposed to believe that the universe will be so kind as to give my soulmate the courage to leave their relationship behind and forge a new one with me?

Am I supposed to expect that the world will supply me with another person, the person I’m supposed to marry?

Or do I simply wait for my person to come to the conclusion that they’re meant to be with me after all and my naive entitlement to a soulmate is validated?

Is life really that magical?

This is the story of what happens when your person loves a different person.

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With his hand at the nape of my neck to support my head and his other hand flat against the small of my back, he dipped me backward, leaning with me as I arched my back and bent the leg closest to the crowd, pointing my foot to elongate my leg artistically. This was our ending position so I remained in it until the song ended. The two of us bowed to thank the audience and to conclude our performance. Roses fell at our feet while the sound of applause echoed in the room. I was never a fan of being the center of attention, but there was something about this overwhelming praise that was particularly blissful. It was intoxicating.

“I didn’t know you knew how to dance like that.” I gushed to my partner; my cheeks growing pink from the heat and the head rush I got.

He positioned his mouth right beside my ear so I could hear his words clearly over the rowdy cheering. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Princess.” said Morgan.

A gauntlet formed to clap for us both when we walked off the dance floor. Hand-in-hand, Morgan led me back to the table through the double file line of people. The team howled with excitement when they saw me and Morgan approaching.

“So this is what you two were keeping a secret from us? That you’re dance partners?” JJ had to ask.

“Yep. All those late nights and secret rendezvous.” Morgan said, shimmying his shoulders be suggestive of a sexual innuendo, which I was not a fan of. Out of mock offense, I chucked a small towel at him with a grouchy command to “Shut up!”

He took the towel to the face like a champ, laughing it off and dabbing his sweat away.

“I don’t know who was sexier up there - Princess or my Hubba Hubba!” Garcia squealed pretending to claw at Derek, reeling him over towards her.

“You looked like a natural up there, Y/N. Were you a dancer before?” Prentiss questioned while handing me a glass of water that I desperately gulped down.

“My mom sent me to dance classes as soon as I could walk.” I jokingly explained after gathering my hair into a makeshift ponytail and lifting it off of my neck, cocking my head to the side and fanning the back of my neck to cool down.

“Maybe you should teach Reid how to dance before the wedding. He’s got two left feet and I don’t think he wants Morgan to teach him how to waltz.” JJ quipped, making Derek throw his head back in laughter. The thought of Morgan and Reid slow dancing would truly be something - something hilarious. I laughed, too, until Reid’s voice interrupted me.

“Yeah, that’s actually a really good idea. Would you mind, Y/N? Kayla would be so happy.”

I thought he was joking, but his humorless expression told me otherwise.

“You want me to teach you how to dance?”

He pursed his lips and nodded, not understanding why I was so confused.

“Um . . . yeah. I can do that. Sure.” My tone wasn’t very convincing, but Reid’s optimism made him oblivious to my reluctance. He smiled and hugged me with one arm around my shoulder.

“I have to call Kay and tell her the good news.” Reid dashed away from the table, pulling out his phone to dial his fiancé.

I darted toward JJ with fury and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her into the bathroom for privacy.

“What the hell was that? ‘Oh, Y/N, you should teach him how to dance.’ You know how I feel about Reid!”

Rather than giving me hostility back, she broke into a smile. “Exactly! If you spend more time alone with him, maybe he’ll finally admit to himself that he shouldn’t be marrying Kayla,”

I rolled my eyes and turned my back away from her.

“We all know Spence would be happier with you.”

As JJ spoke, I trudged to the nearest sink, holding onto the sides for stability as the ground below me swayed. She followed me, rubbing up and down my back comfortingly.

“You know how he is. He keeps things to himself, until eventually they’re forced to come out. If you dance with him, maybe he’ll finally tell you he loves you without actually having to say it. Do this for him . . . and for you.” JJ gave me one last pat on the back before exiting the bathroom to leave me to my devices.

Normally, teaching a friend how to slow dance in preparation for his wedding would be sweet. It’d be a selfless gesture and an act of service for him that would show how much love there was in our friendship. In this case though, it was anything but.

For the six months that Spencer and Kayla had been engaged, the team was relentless in trying to end it. I tried to stay out of it in case all hell broke loose, but I couldn’t escape it. No - I was at the very center of it.

Before Reid even knew Kayla existed, he was head-over-heels in love with me. He’d ask me on coffee dates, wait by my desk for me, and he would always try to sit beside me at the round table or on the jet. It was sweet, really, but it could never go anywhere.

I was in a committed relationship with my high school sweetheart Patrick. (Maybe Spencer had a thing for unavailable girls).

I moved in with Patrick after graduating from college, and after years of working in the BAU (and years of Spencer loving me) Pat proposed. At first, being engaged brought me so much joy, but halfway into our engagement, something changed.

I was in Wisconsin, consoling a grieving widow. She was hysterical after I delivered the treacherous news of her husband’s gruesome murder. She eventually calmed down and proceeded to ask me about my engagement when she noticed my ring. I gave her the bare minimum, fabricated a couple things here and there, but then she asked me the million dollar question.

“Are you in love?” Her eyes glimmered with hope.

My immediate answer was a habitual “Yes, of course.” But after seeing how deeply this widow loved her late husband, I couldn’t say in good conscience that that answer was actually true.

That night I went to the hotel and lied on the bed, praying for clarity.

Perhaps I wasn’t actually in love with Patrick. Maybe we’d been together for so long that it just felt safe and comfortable and familiar. Maybe it was the fear of disrupting the arrangement of my life that stopped me from ending things sooner.

The fact of the matter was that I’d only ever known a life loving him, but that didn’t mean I was in love with him. Maybe I was settling for something with Pat, because I wasn’t sure if I could have a better relationship with anyone else. With all these doubts, I needed a sign.

A knock on the door interrupted my inner dialogue.

When I opened it, who else was standing there, but none other than Rossi.

“We need to talk.” He ordered.

He followed me back into the room and sat at the foot of the bed. He said he noticed something was off about me, and I admitted that there was. So that night, I took advice I probably shouldn’t have from the man with multiple failed marriages, but it was a sign - and it was good enough.

When we returned to Quantico, I asked Hotch for some personal time, which he was happy to permit. That same night I went home and broke off the engagement with Patrick.

I felt despicably cold when I watched him tear up and ask me, “Why are you doing this?”

There was truly no concrete moment in our relationship that incited my decision, but it was merely the realization that being with him wasn’t right, because how could I stand there watching him beg for a change of heart but still feel nothing?

Maybe I was much less than not in love. Maybe I didn’t feel a thing for him at all. Not hate. Not empathy. Not love. Just . . . nothing.

Completely indifferent.

Within the week of personal time I took, I spent most of it moving into Rossi’s guest house. After I came back from work, it took all of two hours before someone brought up the absence of the ring that I used to never take off, and I’d assumed they’d already noticed it the moment I walked in - they were just too afraid to ask.

“I ended things with Patrick.” I casually stated, not even looking up from my portfolio to give it the attention it probably deserved.

While the rest of the team’s jaws dropped on the floor, Rossi was fighting a smirk considering this wasn’t news to him and having seen everyone else’s reactions was a priceless moment for him.

There was a brief moment of awkward silence on the jet as the team processed my information, until finally Hotch cleared his throat and started debriefing again. In the seat next to me, Spencer was very poorly hiding his enthusiasm. Hearing I broke off the engagement was like a green light to make his move. And honestly, it was.

So I waited.

And I waited.

Then I waited some more for him to jump at the opportunity.

But he didn’t.

He never did.

Instead, he introduced Kayla into our lives, and eventually, they’d get engaged, too.

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t developed feelings for Spencer while I expected him to act upon his palpable affection for me. And because of my newfangled feelings, I could never tell another soul that I sincerely believed Spencer got engaged just to spite me - to show me just how painful unrequited love was.

The strangest part of it all, though, was that there was never a moment following the ending of my engagement and the birth of his own that showed me that his feelings went away. He never treated me differently or stopped talking to me. Even in the early stages of his relationship with Kayla, he continued to act like I was the only girl in his life. He was so consistent with his actions that it confused me.

Did he love me or not? And was I in love with him or not?

Evidently, the team seemed to have my answer.

“He loves you and you love him. It’s as simple as that.” Prentiss explained curtly.

Agreeing nods came from JJ, Morgan, and Garcia, who’d abducted me as soon as I exited the elevator that morning and snuck me into Garcia’s Bat Cave for an intervention.

“We need to stop this wedding.” Garcia demanded.

And since that glorious intervention, the team (minus Rossi and Hotch because Rossi seemed genuinely happy for Reid, and Hotch would definitely tell us it wasn’t our place) began trying to put a wedge in the relationship. I, however, made the smart choice not to be involved.

If I was trying to get him to love me, why would I do something that would surely make him hate me like breaking up his engagement? Plus, the blind optimist in me believed that if I was actually meant to be with Spencer, it would happen regardless of Kayla.

So anytime Morgan, JJ, Prentiss, and Garcia suggested something, I refused to participate. I was able to steer clear of any wedding crasher shenanigans up until JJ’s “slow-dance” suggestion.

If Reid knew the true intentions behind these dance classes, he surely wouldn’t be pleased, but clearly - he didn’t. Because when I walked out of the restroom and back to the table, Reid still had a huge grin that took up half of his face, making his eyes look nearly shut.

“Thank you again for doing this.” Reid beamed.

“Of course! What are friends for?”

Morgan, Prentiss, JJ, and Garcia exchanged satirical glances at my choice of words.

What are friends for if not to purposefully set two people up in hopes of ending one person’s betrothal?

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Later that weekend . .

“Come in!” I called out, buckling the ankle strap of my heels.

The door opened partially and then all at once to reveal the one and only. I peeked my head out from behind a wall that was obstructing my view of him, immediately noticing a bouquet of lavender wrapped in twine.

“Oh my goodness, what is this?” I asked in pure delight as he handed me the pretty purple flowers.

“It’s a thank-you gift for agreeing to help me.” His lips formed a thin straight line, which was his version of a smile. A smile I appreciated whenever I was lucky enough to have caused it.

“They’re lovely, thank you.” I told him, hugging him briefly before fetching a vase from the kitchen to put them in.

“Oh, good, I’ll tell Kayla you liked them. She’s the one who picked them out.”

The glass vase nearly shattered the moment he said that, but luckily, my reflex skills spared the vessel.

How big of a fool was I for thinking that he gave me flowers out of the kindness of his heart because he knew lavender was my favorite? But then again I probably needed that brutal reminder of why he was here in the first place - for Kayla.

As I put the vase on the kitchen island, I spun around, brandishing a fake smile.

“So we should probably get started. I don’t wanna keep you here for too long.”

“There’s no rush. Kayla won’t be home until late at night.”

I tried not to think of the potential innuendo that lied within his statement, but Spencer wasn’t type to be disloyal, and I wasn’t going to be the woman to make him such a person.

“You look really nice, by the way.” I heard him say from behind me, catching a whiff of his cologne that was intoxicatingly sweet.

I did my best to not take the comment personally and let it get to my head, but I’d be lying if it didn’t elicit any response. I smiled to myself, which thankfully, he couldn’t see since my back was towards him as he followed me into my backyard.

“You smell different.” He added.

“Good different?”

“Yeah, absolutely. Is it a new perfume?”

I furrowed my brows. “No, it’s the same one I’ve been using for years.”

“Interesting,” I could feel him taking in this information, and I could hear the gears in his head turning at an even faster rate to spit out more information. “Did you know that you pick your soulmate by subconsciously reacting to pheromones that transmit their genetic compatibility? Yeah, there’s a relationship between attraction and scent, which dates back to our primal instinct. So if someone smells appealing to you, even if you don’t know it, it could relate to your attraction to them and vice versa.”

“Ah, then maybe I should consider changing my perfume to improve my love life.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I love the way you smell.”

In the back of my mind lied the unanswered question I neglected to voice, “But do you love me?”

When we reached the backyard, I heard him gasp in awe.

“It looks beautiful, Y/N. You did great.”

Nestled in my backyard was a dark wooden deck, surrounded by plentiful greenery. Lining the perimeter of the shiny wooden deck were asymmetrical rocks, while above us hung strands of fairy lights that cast a sheer golden glow on the entire scene. The ambiance was not for Spencer specifically, but I was happy that he appreciated it nonetheless.

“You ready?”

He signaled yes by putting his thumb up and so it began.

“Alright, so slow dancing can be broken into four easy steps, but first, you gotta know how to hold your partner correctly.”

Spencer and I took a step towards each other, and I could feel the nervous energy radiating off of him. I tried not to call attention to it, so I simply continued with my process. Outstretching my arms to form a T with my body, I guided him verbally.

“So I’m the follower. And you’re the leader. Got it?”

He nodded.

“Leader puts their right hand under the follower's left armpit and cups their hand around the follower's shoulder blade.”

He understood my instructions, and in the most awkward manner possible, he fumbled his way into the right position, albeit, not perfect.

“Now, hold my right hand as high as my eye level without raising my shoulder.”

Spencer was glaringly anxious, so I gave him a word of encouragement. “Hey, don’t be nervous. It’s just me, okay? And you’re doing great.”

I could see the nerves beginning to settle, translating into the conviction with which he took my hand, raising it at the perfect height.

“Great. Just like that.”

My praise brought out that smile in him that only ever came out on rare occasions. The kind where it’s brief, his teeth showing, a light chuckle escapes him, and he’s looking down as if he’s too shy to look at me.

“Okay, step two is basic footwork. Leader starts with their left foot and takes a step to the left. And then your right foot is going to meet your left foot and tap. The count is one-two.”

I watched as Spencer tried to process what I was saying.

“Do you want me to demonstrate first? And then you follow?”

He nodded rapidly as if saying yes wouldn’t be enough to communicate how much he needed me to lead. We broke apart so that I could turn my back towards him. I felt a cold draft blow under my dress as I spun on the ball of my feet, making my skirt flutter upwards majestically.

I felt him watching.

“Alright, so I’ll start and then you can catch on. It goes one-two.”

Left foot step. Right foot tap.

“Then three-four.”

Left foot step. Right foot tap.

“Then to the right this time. Five-six.”

Right foot step. Left foot tap.

“Seven-eight.”

Right foot step. Left foot tap.

“And back again. One-two. Three-four. Five-six. Seven-eight.”

My eight count continued until the click of my heels on the patio was joining by the sound of Spencer’s feet shuffling behind me. I knew if I turned around to check on him, it would only psych him out and make him more nervous, so I stayed facing forward so he wouldn’t feel that I was scrutinizing his technique.

After a minute or so of following me, I spun back around, catching his lingering stare in the region of my hips. He tried to play it off and pretend he wasn’t, but I felt it.

“You did really well tonight. I’m proud of you. I think that’s a good place to stop for today.”

He thanked me with another hug, the kind where we nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck.

God, I could feel him breathing on my shoulder.

I tried not to not to let myself indulge in it, reasoning that this was just a way for one friend to thank another, but I couldn’t help myself when the hug lasted longer than it should’ve. I tightened my embrace around him, drawing him in closer, and shutting my eyes as if taking my sense of sight away would heighten my sense of touch and magnify this feeling I never wanted to end.

“You take care, okay?” I said, rubbing my hand up and down his back to signal we should pull away, a signal he understood.

I was the first to walk away, merely because of the worry that I might sooner cry if I had to stay under these lights with him a moment longer.

I wasn’t sure I could do this again unless he was mine. Otherwise, I’d just be under the stars, dancing with the love of my life that I couldn’t have - feeling that feeling again, and not being able to act on it.

Is this what happens when your person loves somebody else?

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I know I said I couldn’t do it, but I did it anyway.

I guess that’s what love is. Doing things you don’t want to do because your care for the other person surpasses the discomfort. True love makes you do things like that, even if they aren’t in your best interest.

When he came over the next night, we danced again. Undoubtedly, he stumbled - even came close to falling - and yet, I fell in love all over again. After that, it got harder to separate dancing from my feelings.

The next day, we had a case. He came to my hotel room and we danced in the dim golden light of the hotel room’s chandelier. God, it was so ambient and romantic, I think I fell even harder for him - if that was even possible.

From then on, every time we were in the same place, he leapt at the opportunity to dance with me.

“Guys, look what I learned last night! Come, Y/N! Come on, come on.”

He waved me over eagerly with his hand, even helping me out of my seat in the round table just to speed up the process. All too excitedly, he assumed the leader’s position, and he danced me around the entire conference room in front of our coworkers. He spun me around the table, he dipped me in the doorway, he held me in his arms by the glass board.

Can you really blame me for falling in love?

“Wow, Y/N! I’m impressed. You really whipped him into shape.” JJ remarked with a clap.

I hid behind a faux smile, but Spencer was too elated to recognize the deceit. He was like that now. Maybe love made him more of a fool, more naive and blissfully unaware, whereas love made me more devoted and cognizant.

It went on like that for weeks. Practicing whenever and wherever we could.

He’d pull me into the hotel lobby at midnight to dance - not even batting an eye at the looming presence of the receptionist.

He’d ask me to come to his apartment and we’d dance in his living room or in the narrow hallway, just for fun.

When we were at Rossi’s, he’d drag me to the kitchen, with Rossi’s gentle music playing in the background, and we’d sway by the fireplace sometimes.

We danced once in the elevator when it got stuck. I never thought he’d be so fearless to do that, but he looked like he was genuinely enjoying himself, almost like he didn’t even notice we were stuck in an elevator.

While we waited for the jet, we’d danced on the tarmac, looking like a moving bundle of clothes, our movements stifled by our thick peacoats, layers of clothes, and scarfs.

After a dinner during cases, when we’d split a cab back to the hotel, he’d get me to dance on the sidewalk, even convincing me not to pay attention to the onlookers on the street, the honking cars, or the confused pedestrians. I was always embarrassed to be in the spotlight, but somehow with him, it was easy. It felt like it was just the two of us, dancing under that streetlight.

I never understood why people wanted to live in a moment forever, but for the first time that night, I did. That was a moment I wanted to freeze in time. I wish I could’ve stayed there forever. There in that moment, it really felt like it was our own little world. It was easy to believe we’d end up together, and we were the ones getting married, and we were in love.

But again, that was in that moment. In that singular, fleeting moment. And then life moved on, whether or not I was ready for it to.

The day of rehearsals inevitably came, and I wasn’t originally supposed to be at the wedding rehearsal since I wasn’t part of the ceremony, but Spencer asked me to be there, deliberately neglecting to tell me that the reason he wanted me to come was so that I could fill in for Kayla, which had I known that, I would’ve certainly declined.

When I walked in, the team was all there, sitting in the pews, with their heads turning to me where I was standing at the entrance of the church. It felt like an eerie nightmare that I was living out where I was Spencer’s bride walking down the aisle, and this was our wedding. I couldn’t tell you what was so nightmarish about it - probably because none of it felt right - but I was sick to my stomach when Spencer gestured for me to meet him at the altar.

“What’s going on?”

“Kayla had a last minute dress alteration in Norfolk and got stuck in traffic. She won’t make it for this rehearsal, but she’ll be there in time for the dinner rehearsal.”

“So why am I here?”

“I wanted to practice my vows on you, if that’s okay.”

I gulped hard, trying to swallow the lump in my throat to open up my suddenly-closing airway.

“Um, I don’t really know if -”

“Please, Y/N. I’m just nervous that I might mess up-”

How could I say no? True love makes you do crazy things, even if they aren’t in your best interest, right?

I reluctantly agreed.

Spencer’s hands were trembling and I could see it by the way his notecards were shaking, even from the fact that he brought notecards alone, and that he didn’t already memorize his vows. I wanted to put my hands around his and hold them to settle his unsteadiness, but I knew that wasn’t my place. I figured my words would do a better job at not crossing a boundary that was already crossed.

“Hey,” I comfortingly whispered. “It’s just me, okay?” Calling back those words from the first time we danced months ago. “You don’t need those notecards. Just speak from the heart.”

And sure enough, his heart spoke.

“When people used to tell me stories about what love felt like and what is what, they always said they fell in love with that person. Like it was sudden and all at once, but with you - I walked into love with you. With my eyes wide open, choosing to take each and every step along the way. I never believed in fate or destiny, but after I met you, I finally believed. I believed that we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality. I’d find you and I’d choose you.”

My breath hitched as I got lost in his eyes and how they were looking right at me, completely unmindful of the way everyone around us saw how he spoke to me.

I think he even got lost too, because what he said next, didn’t even seem to register in his mind before it came out of his mouth.

“I love you . . . Y/N.”

Gasps rang through the church, ricocheting off the high ceiling, and in that moment I knew, I knew he was going to kiss me.

He lunged forward in the heat of the moment. Clearly not thinking straight, he held my face in his hands, and I swear to God, I could’ve kissed him back.

I would’ve.

“Spencer?”

Every single head in the church turned toward the small voice, too distinct to misplace.

“Kayla, wait!’

And there I stood, alone at the front of the altar, watching him run after her.

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I sat by my phone the entire afternoon, waiting for someone - anyone - to update me. No one ever ended up texting or calling, so I figured the dinner rehearsal wasn’t cancelled. At least, in that case, my dress didn’t go to waste.

After spending an ungodly amount of time curling my hair and putting on my makeup, even achieving a smoky eye look, I finally slipped on my navy-blue, satin, floor length dress, donning nude heels and a dainty gold necklace with a single diamond pendant that laid right on my sternum.

It was a shame that this was a moment where I should’ve felt at my prettiest, and yet, I’d never felt so ugly.

I was riddled with the guilt of knowing I would’ve kissed Spencer if Kayla hadn’t walked in. I felt even worse that I was so consumed by his speech that I didn’t even hear her come in.

How long had she been standing there? Long enough to watch what I knew everyone else saw? These questions never left me. Not even when I pulled into the site of the dinner rehearsal.

Clutching the front of my dress to walk without resistance, I came to the entrance, and opened the door to reveal . . . nothing.

Staff was removing chairs and tables.

Waiters were collecting plates and utensils.

And Spencer was standing in the very middle of the empty room, watching it all happen silently, like he was just the shell of a man.

“Spencer!” I called out from the entrance, in no hurry to meet him at the middle of the room. He turned on his heels, with his hands sheepishly shoved into his pockets.

“Gosh, I’m sorry, Y/N. I should’ve called to let you know it got cancelled, but um, Kayla broke my phone.”

“Well, it’s time you got a new phone anyway.” I chuckled, which thankfully earned a chuckle from him, too.

“What happened, Spencer?” My voice was quiet, as if it was any decibel higher it would sound more like a scold than genuine concern.

“She, um, she told me she needed some time to think. And I, I told her to come to the rehearsal dinner if she still wanted to get married and,” He mirthlessly chuckled. “Well, you already know.” His words were chosen carefully to deliberately avoid what he hadn’t yet come to terms with.

She didn’t come.

I wasn’t yet sure whether or not to console him or to berate him for what he almost did, but I chose the former.

“I’m so sorry, Spence.”

He looked up from the ground, still managing to avoid my gaze, by looking up at the ceiling, and pretty much everywhere my face wasn’t.

“I understand if you want to leave right now. I just need to pay the owner and I’ll be out of here.”

I shook my head instantly. “No, I’ll be right here. If you want me to be.”

He bit his lip to stop a sob from escaping. “Yeah,” He nodded, cowering his head. “I’d like that a lot.”

As soon as I saw his cheeks get red, I took it as a cue to approach him and hug him. He was grateful for my compassionate touch, immediately opening up his arms to hug me back. His embrace around me was needy and desperate, and it felt like he was clawing at my dress, acting out of anger that the fabric was stopping us from being that much closer.

With his shoulder digging into the spot right underneath my chin, it was hard to utter the words, “You look really handsome, by the way.” I said, finally acknowledging his light beige suit and white button up shirt.

“Thanks.” I heard him mumble into my shoulder.

“Kayla doesn’t know what she’s missing.”

To my surprise, he didn’t recoil, flinch, or so much as react to her name. Instead, he simply pulled away, wiping the moisture under his nose, and straightening out his suit.

“We should . . . we should probably talk about what happened earlier, right?”

I sighed and shook my head. “Not if you don’t want to. We can save that conversation for another day.”

He looked appreciative of my avoidance, but I knew he wanted to talk about it.

“Hey, excuse me,” He stopped a staff member by clutching their arm gently. “Do you mind, actually? Leaving two seats behind.”

The staff member complied, doing as he said, and leaving two chairs behind, setting one right across from the other. I took my seat, and Spencer took his.

“I probably shouldn’t have spoken from the heart, huh?” He joked, finally seeing the humor in his situation.

“No, it was good that you did.”

“You think so?”

“Definitely. I think Kayla would’ve appreciated it.” All too quickly he responded with, “I wasn’t talking about Kayla.”

I was talking about you, his somber eyes said.

I looked away from his gaze immediately, trying to find a reprieve from the conversation that I was doing my best to avoid.

“It was a really good speech. It sounded so natural. Like something you knew by heart.”

“Something I knew by heart?” He didn’t seem to understand what I meant.

“Yeah, some things we just know by heart. Like the lyrics to our favorite song, or a recipe, how to dance,” We both chuckled at the reference. “Or . . . how to love.”

“Do you think we know who to love by heart or do you think we make that choice ourselves?”

“I think it’s both. I think we can’t control the person we’re meant to love. That, by some miracle, we’re handed this person that complements us better than anyone else. But I also think it’s our choice on whether or not we pick them. Maybe we aren’t willing to stand the test of time and wait for our person, so we don’t pick them and settle for someone else. Or maybe we do pick them and we live out the rest of our lives together. I think that’s what makes love so special. It’s a person choosing you over and over again.”

Isn’t that what we all want? To feel chosen?

“And what if we make the wrong decision? What if we’ve met who we’re supposed to love, but we chose to love another?” His eyes were searching within mine for the words that I wasn’t saying out loud. Out of fear that my eyes might expose me to Spencer, I looked away.

“I think -”

Spencer cut me off. “Look at me.”

My head didn’t move, but I shifted my gaze just as he wanted.

“When two people are meant to be, nothing and no one can end them. They may get lost a time or two on their journey, but true, real love will always conquer. Nothing can compete with them. Others can only attempt to fill a void. And eventually, the two will be reunited. That’s the beauty of true love; you always end up with the right person, at the right time, regardless of any other factor.”

Quiet fell upon us two after I said my piece. My breathing slowed down and the knot in my stomach came undone. The lump in my throat disappeared.

All my bodily barriers broke down. There were no more emotional walls up between the two of us anymore. I was completely vulnerable - nothing to hide me. Not even my eyelids could hide the windows of my soul. Spencer had already seen into them.

He saw my soul, my secrets.

“Dance with me.” He extended his hand in the air between us two. With no hesitation, I accepted his offer and followed his lead. He’d never danced so naturally before. Somehow, his stiffness had withered away. The thick tension that used to loom in the air above us two dissipated. Something new replaced the contents of the atmosphere.

Love.

Unbounded.

Unrestrained.

Unbridled.

Limitless love.

Spencer drew me in closer so my head could lay on his chest. Previously, I was looking at his face, but now the view was of our connected hands. My fingers were intertwined with his, and I didn’t even notice how his thumb was rubbing small circles on the back of my hand until I saw it with my own eyes.

Had he always done that, but I couldn’t feel it until I saw it for myself? If so, what else had he been doing that I couldn’t feel?

“Loving you.”

I removed my head from his shoulder after hearing him answer the question that I pondered silently, wondering if suddenly just acquired the superpower of telepathy.

“What?”

“Loving you. That’s all I know how to do by heart.”

A wave of relief came over me when I realized he hadn’t read my mind, he was just simply adding to our conversation from before.

“That’s not true,” I mirthlessly chuckled. “There’s lots you know how to do. You know thousands of chess permutations, you know how to geographically profile - you know how to dance now.” I countered playfully.

He shook his head. “I know how to do those things, but sometimes, none of it makes sense. I used to lose matches against Gideon, sometimes the comfort zone is inaccurate, and until today, I couldn’t dance very well,” He chortled. “But loving you. That always made sense. It never failed me or disappointed me and it’s so all-consuming that if I try to love anyone else - it just doesn’t make sense.”

Of all the words in my vocabulary, each of them were failing me. I was rendered speechless. Spencer cleared his throat and looked away for a moment, before finding the nerve to say it.

“I choose you.” He proclaimed.

So, I was right.

There are some things we know by heart.

Lyrics to our favorite song.

A recipe.

How to dance . . . how to love.

And who to choose.

“I choose you, too, Spencer.”

. . . So to answer my question from before, is life really that magical? . . .

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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hiimsociallyawkward · 3 years

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the wicked day

hey guys. i'm back with my random and annoying merlin thoughts. i should be studying for my bio quiz, but yk- i don't want to :,) love you @lady-ofmagic-andstars✨enjoy✨

literally every time i'm going watching i'm going to comment on john hurt that says young man instead of young boy

it's so subtle but wow. thanks i didn't need to be hurt so early on in the episode

i know i know i'm basically a child but this is so exciting

merlin is so cute

aw no not arthur being pouty abt his big birthday

I LOVE THE 'i heard that' thing so much. i love it i love it

off topic, but i love knife throwing. i've always thought that if i had to choose a weapon that's not a gun, i'd choose knifes. swords? maces? crossbows? sure. but knives?? that's where it's really at

i love arthur not wanting to overburden their citizens

ok uther? i hate him

but here? i love him

he's a good dad here. remembering arthur's birthday? that's so sweet. uther in season 4 is the only time i semi like him

AW ARTHUR AND UTHER AT DINNER

i love them

off topic but i like that arthur is wearing his 'every day' clothes, jacket and a tunic under his cape. that's it. the knights are all wearing his garb but arthur is just wearing his 'regular clothes'

hehe gwen being nervous about arthur being on the wheel is so sweet

idk why but i always get nervous at that last knife.

like of COURSe i know he's not going to get hit but it's scary.

the 'not wearing any trousers' thing omg. bbc really decided to do that

i wish we had more of this parental dynamic of arthur and uther

dam alright arthur. being out of it but still being in it enough to see the guy in the reflection? i stan

SKLFJASLDFJA uther fighting to protect arthur

literally me through his whole scene going 'oh jeez oh jeez oh jeez' on repeat.

so off topic but i kind of like the hairstyle they have for most of the guys in this show?? idk is that weird

oh jeez oh jeez oh jeez uther dying

like, i HATe him. i've been waiting for this since season 1 but this scene makes me sad

ok i don't remember the last episode of merlin so i forget what arthur says when he's dying in merlin's arms??

it's something like 'hold me' right? i feel like that has the same energy as 'stay with me' so while i can't exactly say this is sort of parallel, it's sort of parallel?

i mean, ok 1. dying in someone else's arms. 2. dying in the arms of someone you love? romantically, platonically, familial? doesn't matter. both uther and arthur died in the arms of someone they loved. 3. i'm just gonna say 'hold me' and 'stay with me' have the SAME energy, so if no one has called semi-parallels, i'm calling semi-parallels

bradley's single tear

stfu agarvaine. i'm serious. legit everytime he shows up i wanna pow pow pow him

legit. agaravaine needs to get away from morgana.

DO NOT GRAB HER ARM MISTER. LET GO OF HER

I DON'T CARE THAT YOU'RE SECRETLY IN LOVE WITH HER. LET GO OF HER RN

i've said it once and i'll say it again, i love gwen

not to romanticize death or anything but i like candle light vigils.

ok maybe slightly symbolic but probably not? ok actually i think it is, not to toot my own horn but this is also just really straightforward too.

arthur wearing 'street garb' and his 'knight stuff' sort of differentiates between 'arthur' and 'prince arthur'. the scene where merlin and arthur are looking over the vigil and merlin's talking about how there's nothing that can be done, and arthur mentions using magic, i may be off about this but i feel like he's speaking more from prince arthur rather than arthur, uther is my father.

like of course arthur's hurting, everyone knows he's hurting. but idk. i feel like he feels like he's not ready to be king. he needs more time, and he can't be king yet. so therefore, prince arthur is talking about needing to save their king.

gaius and merlin are both right here. idk what else to say.

wow merlin 'you can't stop me' love that

jeez 'maybe this is my chance to change that' little do you know what's happening soon merlin.

oh shoot.

arthur asking merlin if he would use magic to save his father? i'm just thinking back to merlin crying, but not crying over balinor because he couldn't tell arthur, and merlin having to mourn his father in secret. vs. arthur, asking merlin for advice. sharing all his worries and insecurities with gwen. begging gaius to do something more for his father. this just makes me so sad

arthur TRUSTING merlin. with everything. taking merlin's opinion on things and aw

this is dumb but tbh i really like merlin's outfit. like tbh i think i dress in the same sort of style, just ✨modern✨ sadly, no neckerchief for me but i do have a necklace that says 'heather' despite my name being 'ashley'. ily conan gray

ugh. arthur calling merlin a coward but also calling him brave?? you need to pick a side arthur

LMAO ARTHUR STOP THINKING ABOUT WATCHING MERLIN PEE

bruh arthur breaking the vase. it's so dumb but merlin referring to the vase over and over actually makes me chuckle

ok merlin going 'you have come to kill me?' reminds me of another show but i can't remember but i thought i'd put it out here anyways

oh shoot i just realized/remember that uther got stabbed on arthur's birthday. hell of a gift am i right 😭

hehe arthur 'sweeping' with the broom. silly goose

dragoon sounds so vulnerable asking for the right to use magic freely

i love you arthur. this scene, i'm like YES. arthur i love him

i love the saying 'my word'. like, i don't want people to promise me anything anymore. i want them to give me their word.

HAHA THIS IS SO DUMB. MERLIN SAYING 'QUESTIONS. SO MANY QUESTIONS'. I LITERALLY SAY IT WITH THE SHOW EVERY TIME. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME

aw arthur just sitting there with the cup and trying not to break it HAHA he's so sweet. slightly scared after that vase yk what i mean

ok i don't like morgana and everything but that necklace? that's a stroke of genius. yes girl. make up the plan as you go along

frick you agarvaine. do not scare gwen you PERV

jeez agarvainewas SO rude putting that necklace onto uther. like yes, ik you don't like him but STILL. that's just rude

i'm going to start calling people toads now

hehe arthur closing his door and merlin being right there. it's not necessarily a trope but it totally is and i love it

ah yes. merlin and the tavern. i feel like it's been referred to before but it's still funny.

ok ik arthur carrying merlin is there for kicks for the kids but i laughed anyways

apparently i have the humor of a 10 year old

this is really dumb but the scene with arthur and the two guards. i'm just thinking 'how tall are these guards'. ofc ik that the staging/perception could be doing something that might be making arthur look shorter, but my first reaction was 'bradley is 6' just how tall are these guards??'

merlin's speech about magic makes me sad

aw 'i hope, one day, that you'll see me in a different light'

dragoon has the same effect on arthur as merlin does

uther waking up 😭

AW. UTHER'S LITTLE SIGH AND THEN 'ARTHUR' BREAK MY HEART COVEY. BREAK IT A THOUSAND TIMES.

they're both so happy. this makes me so sad now. oh jeez. oh jeez. oh jeez

oh jeez oh jeez merlin's expression. AW merlin gave arthur his word. oh jeez this is very stressful and i'm only watching this

ok obviously. merlin doesn't want to see arthur in pain. but ALSO this was merlin's chance to change things once and for all. and now uther is dead. #no liam just payne

arthur's face post crying. skf;aldjfa;ldk AW

frick you agarvaine. literally die. i can't wait for merlin to kill you

i think this scene is pretty. the light on the left and the dark on the right? ok actually, i'm going to be making an off base comparison now because that's all i do.

i'm remembering this post i saw on here and it was like, arthur uther and morgana in the throne room. in order of the way they sit in the throne room, first it's arthur, uther, and then morgana

well. the really dumb and off base comparison here is the 'light' goodness of arthur and the 'dark' evil of morgana being mirrored in the picture above.

'light', bravery, doing what's right- being on the left. 'dark', evil, power on the right- and arthur in the middle of it, king

like i said, it's a dumb off base comparison, but at least the picture is pretty

oh jeez this scene

my heart breaks for both of them

merlin not being able to form a sentence at first.

😭😭😭😭 arthur please. you're breaking everyone's heart right now

you already knew i had to include this scene

arthur walking in there all alone

oh jeez he's all alone

dumb parallel number 2. arthur walking into the throne room with uther, father and son. merlin and gaius closing the door for arthur- pseudo father and pseudo son.

'he'll never know who i really am'

i want to do a DEH post soon but jeez. the line that hits hardest for me in DEH is 'i never let them see the worst of me. cause what if everyone saw? what if everyone knew? would they like what they saw? or would they hate it too? and jeez that's all i can think about when i think about merlin and his secrets

again. no liam, just payne

asldkfja;sldkfjas dlf merlin waiting for arthur

i have so many feelings

i love the show of affections for his father. you already know that uther wasn't affectionate when arthur was growing up, but still. forehead kiss? i love it

I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO FEEL THAT YOU WERE ALONE. i hate this and love this so much. i'm not saying merlin is completely selfless, because merlin wants magic to be leagalized and arthur is the way to do that. but omg merlin not wanting for arthur to feel like he's alone breaks me

first, merlin being physically alone while waiting for arthur. arthur was technically alone too, but he was with his father

but also, merlin being alone in the sense of his magic. no one knows except for gaius. lancelot knew and then they killed him. merlin is so alone when it comes to his magic, and morgana's enchantment only pushes merlin into his 'magic shell' more. arthur thinks magic is pure evil, and merlin is made of magic. what does that mean would think of arthur. this hurts me so much i'm so sad

friend 😭

arthur asking if he's hungry and them getting breakfast together

ok this sound track

pendragon red. i actually stan

gwen wearing a purple dress?? color symbolism?? nah i'm over thinking

ASIFA;SDLFJAD HE'S KING OF CAMELOT

IT'S LIKE I WANT TO CRY BECAUSE I'M SO PROUD RIGHT NOW.

oh jeez oh jeez.

and merlin saying 'long live the king' at the end of the episode?

chills

Anyways! I’ll be back next week to rant more about aithusa so I’ll see you then! thanks I love you bye

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1/3 hi, do you happen to have any advice on how to accept and handle "criticism"? Most of the time when I'm given -usually unasked- opinion I immediately get defensive or even angry despite knowing they are not wrong -not always at least- and so when they point out smth which I knew wasn't right and therefore I already had intention of changing I'll most likely not acknowledge it and start arguing with them... tbh it drives me crazy cause it's stupid and I know that's not how it's supposed to go

2/3 but I sincerely don't know how to respond to that kind of stuff? I don't get why am I so stubborn, and I honestly don't want to be the kind of person who can't handle a simple comment and who takes everything personally :( I recently tried being more understanding and at least listening entirely to what the other had to say before making a scene out of it every time I did it I was mocked?? And that only made me even more frustrated because -and ik this doesn't exactly legitimize my reaction-

3/3 , but it wasn't easy for me to swallow my pride so why that attitude?? I don't expect them to welcome my efforts to change, ofc, but man if it ain't discouraging and frustrating, and now I'm realizing this ended up being a rant rather than a question sorry :| (also maybe I overdid the victim's role? Idk, I get told that I usually do it) In conclusion, I would appreciate if you have any suggestions or comments on this, I believe it could be helpful. Hope you have a lovely day :)

I don’t think it’s the criticism you should focus on at first, but I think you’re struggling with your core sense of self and as a result with the establishing of boundaries. I think in short, I'd say your problem is a combination of an unsure and low sense of self which makes you reevaluate yourself completely every time someone critiques you or compliments you. you’re unsure not only of who you are but also of what you're capable of and that makes you reevaluate yourself entirely every time someone comments or critiques your behaviour or a choice. every thought, word and action is in your opinion tied to your core sense of self.

there needs to be at the core of you a sense of worthiness and love for yourself based on which you can receive criticism but also praise and still be certain in who you are and what you’re capable. you’re getting angry and defensive because you think they’re right and you need to cover up a deficit and a lack in you. where with a healthier sense of self you’re able to come from a certainty of self where you can adjust and make improvements in your words and actions but also calmly and rightly reject bullshit and mean comments that people say to you. from experience I can say that people can sense when you feel uncertain about yourself or at least know when you have lower sense of self worth that them. once you strengthen and work on your core belief of being worthy and move towards being more authentic, you learn to draw those boundaries and act more calmly in moments where you receive criticism (also you will attract less people who will phrase their criticism in a mean spirited way). I hope that makes sense, I am really tired at the moment <3

#Anonymous

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Helloo!! May I request for a regular matchup for Haikyuu (male)? My pronouns are she/her, I am Virgo and an INFP, and my hogwarts house is Ravenclaw. I’m 5’3(slim) with long brown hair and brown eyes.

I am that one friend quickly grasps other people’s needs, though even with the “tough mom” energy, my friends always treat me like their baby. I help make people feel comfortable & safe. I’m good at catching really small details!! I am very open-minded (people always ask me for advices), I’m known as the “beauty and brains” acc to people. I am always seen as calm and reserved even under pressure but when you get to know the “real” me, I am quite playful and cheeky which most of my friends don’t know about. I’m actually a lazy perfectionist, I sometimes don’t get motivated but when I do, I get very determined and able to pull it off greatly.

There are times when I get really jealous and insecure of one’s achievement, whether it is good grades or even just having luck on their side. Being a perfectionist made me push myself harder since I want to be the best among everyone (I’m also lowkey competitive). I tend to be really selfish with everything which resulted to gatekeeping and hiding everything from being discovered by someone. I’m not good at expressing my emotions,I have a lot of ups & downs in them, I don’t tell everyone about what I think and keep it only to myself. I do get a lot to admirers while growing up but since I’m a quiet attention whore, I always play really hard-to-get. I lead boys

on then break their hearts after some time (toxic ik, i’m trying on change that habit haha). I hate screaming and fighting as I try my best to avoid any conflict or problems. I am super stubborn and don’t put down my pride. I rarely get angry but once I do, I can give the cold shoulder for months idc.

I love dancing ever since I was a kid, I do watercolor paintings or sketches when I have free time, drinking hot tea is a must for me during studying (I do need someone help me in my studies sometimes), I also love having photoshoots of myself even at home, I would rather enjoy some “me time” in a serene place than draining my energy in stressful & rowdy environment. My music taste is actually diverse! I could listen to alt, pop, r&b, hiphop, etc as long as it’s a good song!

I like people who genuinely compliment me, even the smallest things. I may doubt some compliments but it’ll be on my mind for days. I like people with similar values or good breeding, I appreciate it when someone knows how to initiate everything since I’m not the type to take the first step (plus points if they take care of me). Personal time for me is really important!! I dislike people with anger issues & are close minded and childish/immature. My live languages are words of affirmation & physical touch. It takes me a long time to open my heart, but when I fall in love, I fall really hard. Thank you so much!!!

Please tell me why my mind kept saying Oikawa even if it didn’t work that much

I’m matching you up with Futakuchi!

The two of you both have sort of pig personalities, but god I can see the enemies-to-lovers trope for you two. Futakuchi’s a teaser and always looks forwards to reactions from the people he annoys, so you became some sort of enigma to him due to your lack of strong reactions. Please, you started off as a personal challenge and he ended up falling for you.

I can see you two as a power couple, 100%. You are to be FEARED. People see you as the nicer of the two but little to they all know you can do your own damage if you want, and Futakuchi thinks that’s so fucking hot cool. He initiates things most of the time. It started off as trying to coax reactions out of you/teasing you but now he just does it out of habit, and, sometimes, he does enjoy getting to see you taken off guard or flustered because of him. Although he gets just as flustered if you end up wanting to take care of him or show him that you do care and you listen to him.

#haikyuu #haikyuu matchup #futakuchi kenji

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ncityofangels · 5 years

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NCT 127 + U Reaction : You Being Under Anesthesia and They Tell You Things They’ve Never Told You Before

a/n: this was requested and took really long but it was so fun to write because I’ve never written a reaction before so yay! Anyway....I included 127, U, and Kun in this reaction so have fun. Hope you guys like it :D

Genre : Flufffffff x10

below the cut because I’m nice like that ;)

Taeil

I could definitely see him being one of the more emotional ones whenever you go to get your wisdom teeth out

He’s definitely big worried about you

I don’t think he would really express it to you though

HOWEVER

Don’t think that he won’t be taking funny pictures of you during your procedure to blackmail you with later

Once you were completely under though he’d turn into a big softie

Would wait in the waiting room all night just to make sure you’re okay

Constantly talking to the doctors to make sure everything was going according to plan

“How did I get so lucky?”

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N”

Johnny

Today was the day you got the procedure done to donate your kidney

He comes to the hospital with you (of courseee)

Brings hella snacks for both of you

but like

Not healthy snacks. Probably a lot of chocolate.

Watches YouTube videos with you on his phone while you wait

Once you get called he gets a little nervous

The entire time the procedure is being done he’s like pacing in the waiting room

Doing that knee bounce thingy people do when they’re anxious

After the procedure is done and you’re in your room, the biggest smile erupts on his face

“I totally knew you’d be okay babe”

“You’re the strongest person I know”

Taeyong

first off

big baby 1/4

He was already hella concerned when you broke your leg but when he found out you’d have to get operated on

This boyyyyy was freakin out

I definitely see him being one of the most anxious ones

Highkey tries to teach you a choreo he thought of while you’re in the waiting room to calm his nerves

“Oh right, your leg is broken. Sorry babe. Let’s find something else to do then”

Doesn’t want to be separated from you when they take you back

After the operation they tell him he can go back to your room and he could not get their faster

Definitely has a whole conversation with you while you’re still under

“Hurry up and get back to me”

“I love you too much”

Yuta

Why do I picture him being so chill the whole time

Like not in the way that he doesn’t care

but

He trusts you’re in good hands with the doctors

You’re definitely more nervous than he is

“Babe, you’re just getting your wisdom teeth out, it’ll be okay.”

Plays a game on his phone while your waiting

Or reads one of those magazines they always leave out for patients

Buys flowers after they take you back

I feel like without a doubt he spent at LEAST 15 minutes in the hospital gift shop picking out what kind of flowers to get you

Probably asks the people working there for advice too

The procedure didn’t take too long so he was able to see you pretty soon, even though you were still under

“See babe I told you everything was going to go good”

“You’re so beautiful when you sleep”

Kun

Very similar to Johnny imo

Plays with your hair while you’re in the waiting room

“You don’t need your tonsils anyway”

This makes me soft

Tells you fuckin dad jokes to calm you down like the nerd he is

ALSO

FLOWERSS

this boy will go all out because he really loves your ass

Expect your room to smell good af after you get up

Why do I feel like he’d order take out for you before you wake up so it’s ready for you when you come to

ik thats like kInDa weird but I just feel that in my soul so

ANYWAY

Lowkey wants to cuddle you the whole time you’re under

“I’ll never leave your side”

“You’re so adorable like this”

Doyoung

Alright this is my bias y’all sooo

I definitely feel like he’s kind of similar to Yuta

a LOT more chill than some of the other members

“I’ll see you in a bit”

“What do you want to eat after this?”

Lots of hugs before you go back

Roams the gift shop while he waits

Probably gets you some small little thing that made him think of you

“She’ll like this”

Sings to you in your room while you’re still asleep

WOW im in love with this boy

Checks in with the doctor to make sure things are going well

Doesn’t leave your side once they move you into your room

Not in the way that he is worried, he just likes being close to you

Treats you to dinner after you’re released

“I never knew I could care about someone so much”

“Take your time babe, I have all day”

Ten

veryyyyy touchy

big baby 2/4

not really worried at all though

Will be all over you before you go back

Just very affectionate in general, regardless of the situation

When you told him you had to get your appendix taken out he was like “okay, lets go get that fixed”

brings snacks like Johnny

When it’s time for you to go back he holds your hand and tells you everything is gonna be okay

Brings you food

Updates the members on your condition (idk that’s just something I think he’d do)

Probably ends up falling asleep in the waiting room tbh

“Are you really under anesthesia or are you just messing with me?”

“I’ll always take care of you”

Jaehyun

wow we love ANOTHER bias

Okay so

Brings his airpods and a speaker so yall can listen to music together while you wait

this is so cute i’m literally crying

why do I see him packing a lunch for the both of you

Does the MOST

“Hurry, you have to eat this before they take your wisdom teeth out”

Big softie

A tiny bit concerned, but knows you’ll be fine

Can’t wait for the cuddles that he’ll give you after your release

repeat after me… TAKES. CARE. OF. YOU.

Most likely ends up feeding you at home too because you’re a mess and can’t do anything for yourself

Once they let him back to see you though he just melts

So proud of you tbh (even though you literally didn’t do anything”

“That’s my baby”

“I can’t wait to marry you”

Winwin

big baby 3/4

Would quite literally do anything for you

Lots of backhugs and reassurance

Jokes around with you to calm you down

definitely shows you memes from the NCT group chat to cheer you up

“I’ll be right here the whole time, don’t worry”

Speaks Mandarin for you because you find it relaxing

lil cuddles in the waiting room

I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH

Y’all have the softest relationship

Expect this boy to literally never leave your side during recovery

Won’t let you do anything but rest because his baby has to be in top condition

As soon as he sees you after the operation he gets a little emotional

Most likely just has a regular convo with you while you’re under

“What do you think about this outfit, Y/N?”

“Yeah, I don’t really like it that much either”

“You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met”

“I can’t wait to grow old with you”

Jungwoo

big baby 4/4

a lot like Taeyong tbh

aegyo to make you feel better

For some reason I don’t see him worrying too much though

Like he loves you soooo much and you will never question that but he’s just chillin once you go back

Misses your presence once he’s alone in the waiting room

“How long does it take to take an appendix out?”

Probably is wayyy too into a game on his phone when the doctor comes to tell him that he can go back

“Aw baby, you look so cuteee”

“I just want to hug you until you’re better”

Lucas

honestly

big meme boi

Roasts the shit out of you for having to have your wisdom teeth out

You try and explain to him that it’s literally a common thing but nope

he still make fun

“Don’t worry, even though your body is failing our relationship isn’t”

Asks the doctors soooo many times how much longer it is going to take

Just because he can’t wait to show you some meme he found or tell you some joke he made

Don’t mistake his teasing though because this boy will wait all day in that hospital for you

Goes to get food while he waits

Forgets to get you something and gets mad at himself for being so wreckless

Flowerssss 3.0

idk I just love the idea of Lucas getting you flowers leave me alone

not like this big bouquet tho, very simple. Like maybe a couple roses

Playfully sings to you while he waits for you to wake up

“My ladyYyYyY”

sorry y’all i had to

“I love you so much it hurts”

“I can’t focus when you’re around”

Mark

Jaehyun 2.0 tbh

makes you listen to this new song he found on SoundCloud (yikess we love him tho)

probably raps to it because we been knew he’s a dork

sings to you if you want him to

big cuddler tbh

worries when they take you back

just doesn’t want to be away from you in general

Likes his space but also whiny when he’s in the mood for some time with you

wow i’m really whipped for him, let’s continue

I don’t really see him buying flowers for you but I think he’d roam the gift shop for a trinket you would like

Runs home to get one of your stuffed animals or something to remind you of home and make you feel comfortable

When they let him see you he gets super excited

“Hey baby, long time no see”

“I’m so in love with you”

Haechan

This mans gonna tease you the wholeeee time

Kinda like Lucas but more like a loving tease

Pinches your cheeks a LOT

“My baby is getting surgery todayy”

Your procedure is like a whole event tbh

Gotta pack a lunch

Some snacks for AFTER lunch

lots of drinks

pillows maybe a blanket

Very extra in general

Also very worried when they take you back

Texts the members about how worried he is

“I just love her so much, I don’t want anything bad to happen to her”

Is super relieved when he gets to see you again

“Hello my angel”

“I think i’m falling in love with you”

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changbear · 4 years

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Click Your Heart ~ Yang Jeongin

Description: You’re always in for a treat when hosting the school’s radio station.

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: I AM BACK! I’m so sorry for being inactive for so long. This is inspired by the K-Drama “Click Your Heart”! I thought it was the cutest and I highly recommend it. AND I started this WAYYY before Jeongin got his braces removed. (Ik this kinda sucks :() More coming soon!!

As the lunch bell rings, students scurry out of their classes, in hopes of meeting their friends in the hallways. Despite being shoved by your classmates, you were able to make out your friend in the crowd.

“Jisung!” You exclaimed, hoping to catch his attention. He turned around, realizing that it was you who called his name and motioned towards the end of the hallway, where the lunchroom was located. Knowingly, you picked up your pace in order to catch up with him.

Cafeteria

Students lined up with their trays, waiting for food. It was either the most delicious cuisine or the absolute worst; there was no in between. Sighing out of relief, the school menu had more choices than usual.

“Thank goodness! The food is actually okay to consume today,” Jisung smiled, putting the food on his tray. “By the way, where are you sitting today?’

You hesitantly scanned the cafeteria and noticed that the usual group you sat with was working on a project together, so you decided not to interfere.

“Not my usual group, that’s for sure,” You turned back to Jisung. “Can I sit at your table today?” Jisung’s face lit up at your question.

“Absolutely!” He squealed, hooking arms with you and then dragging you to his table, which caught you by surprise. “There’s someone you need to meet.”

“Need to meet? They must be really important then,” You joked, only earning a scowl from Jisung. “Okay, please don’t kill me.”

At Jisung’s table, you saw familiar faces. There was Chan, Seungmin, Minho, Felix, Hyunjin, and Changbin. However, at the end of the table, you noticed a new yet familiar face. The boy had jet black hair that almost covered his eyes completely, with an amazingly structured face and braces. You made eye contact with the mysterious boy but you broke it, hoping that you weren’t blushing.

Jisung noticed, smiling to himself as he was satisfied with your reaction. ”Y/N, this is Yang Jeongin.” The boy—Jeongin, gave you a smile. You felt your cheeks heat up as you returned the smile and waved.

“From my music class!” I exclaimed, excitedly. Minho and Felix looked at each other, as if it was on cue. The older boy wiggled his eyebrows, earning a punch in the shoulder from Jeongin.

“Hello, student body and faculty!” Chan, your senior, cheerily exclaimed into the broadcasting room’s microphone. “Today’s topic is going to be a little different but we hope you’ll listen! But first, let us start today’s broadcast with ‘Music Reviews by Bang Chan’!”

Skimming down the list of topics for today’s broadcast, you noticed that you were assigned to something new.

‘Confessions with Y/N’ it read. You furrowed your eyebrows and decided that you should consult Chan once he was finished with his part.

‘Maybe the other club members would know.’ You thought, scanning the room to see if anyone else was just as confused as you were. Suddenly, Jisung and your friend, Seungmin, were standing in the corner, whispering to each other and glancing in your direction.

You sat down in the desk chair and pondered as your chin rested in your palm. ‘Let me wait and see.’

Chan exited the booth and handed you the papers that you would be reading from. Music played from inside the booth as the listeners waited for the next part of the broadcast, which was yours.

“I think you should introduce the new topic,” Chan suggested, lending you his dimpled smile. “You might find it interesting.”

You glanced at the paper briefly before turning back to your senior. “Is there something I’m missing here? We didn’t discuss this during last week’s meeting.”

Chan raised his eyebrows, considering he was surprised by your response. “It’s a special request. Not from me, but you’ll see, eventually. Just do it today, okay? Let’s see how it goes.”

Sighing, you nodded, causing the whispers from Jisung and Seungmin to die down. Chan patted your shoulder and wished you good luck. You entered the booth, adjusting the microphone to your comfort and cleared your throat before going back on the air.

“And that was 3RACHA’s ‘Placebo’! Let’s thank the trio for letting us advertise their song and make sure you give them a listen!” You fumbled the papers beneath the microphone, hoping your classmates wouldn’t hear the rustling of papers in the broadcast. “Hi, my name is Y/N and today we will be introducing something a little different from the usual broadcasts. Welcome to ‘Confessions with Y/N’!” Dying to get something off your chest? Submit your concerns to us and we can offer some advice. Stay tuned till next time!” Jisung motions to the time on the digital clock above the door, reminding you that time’s up.

You exited the booth and went back to the broadcasting club members, who were gathered in a circle. Chan dismissed you all, including Seungmin and Jisung. You were going to walk to the bus stop with them. The three of you asked Chan if he was coming along but he agreed to interview the dance club and get an idea for upcoming broadcasts. He had always been so hardworking and you wished he would take breaks and relax more but you didn’t bother anymore. It was almost impossible to convince him to take a break. You bid him goodbye before jogging to catch up with the two boys.

The next day

Grabbing your instrument, you walked into the music classroom and started back to your section, which depended on what instrument you played. In the music storage room, you bumped into Jeongin, who happened to be in your music, causing him to drop his music sheets. Flustered, you apologized.

“I’m sorry! Here—let me help you.” You bent down and started to pick up his papers and he did the same.

He smiled shyly, showing his defined cheekbones. “Really, it’s ok!”

His smile made you blush a little, causing you to break eye contact with him and stand up. You flattened the wrinkled corners of his sheet music and handed them back to him. “Here you go.”

Jeongin thanked you, which then led to the both of you standing there awkwardly, hoping one of you would break the ice.

“Oh!” Jeongin’s face lightened up as if he just remembered something. “Good job on your broadcast yesterday.” His bright smile stayed radiant from before.

How could someone have such a beautiful smile?

“Thank you!” You chuckled, grazing the case of your instrument. “I wonder if anyone will submit anything. Guess we have to wait and see.” You winked at him playfully, causing him to laugh.

He licked his lips and blinked rapidly. “Yeah, we will.”

•

Your teacher stopped the class in the middle of a piece to review a certain section, giving some of the class an opportunity to chat. You turned to your senior, Woojin, who was the only guitar player in the school’s music department. You asked him for help fixing your music stand, which he obliged to. As he was doing so, your eyes scanned the room, only to rest on Jeongin’s, who was not-so-discreetly staring at you. His eyes widened and shifted back to his music as he sat at the piano.

‘Weird.’ You thought before turning back to Woojin and thanking him for his help.

“Yang Jeongin! Your mind seemed to wander after we got to measure 17. Don’t get lost, that’s a very important part.” As the cute boy was scolded, he lowered his head but his gaze focused on you, which you didn’t notice until Woojin pointed it out.

“Sparkly eyes is still staring at you, Y/N,” Woojin chuckled. “Maybe you should talk to him after class.” He smirked, grabbing his pencil to write in music notes on his sheet.

The teacher made you all do two more pieces before the students were dismissed. You quickly put away your music stand and instrument in the crowded music storage room.

‘No sign of Jeongin,’ You thought, frowning a little. Staring at the time, you realized that it was almost time for the broadcasting club to start. ‘I guess I’ll try to talk to him tomorrow.’

The next day

After music class had ended, you waited patiently outside in the corridor, instrument in one hand and folder in other, in hopes that you would see Jeongin. Sadly, after minutes of waiting, you realized that he must have left to his next class already.

Jisung completed his part of the broadcasting which was: “How to make study material into a rap”. After the music break, it would be your turn to do your part; however, you dreaded it since you felt embarrassed reading confessions and not knowing what sort of advice to give.

Seungmin looked up from today’s schedule and motioned to you. “Y/N, you’re up.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you started into the booth and took a seat, flipping to the first page of lines you were given.

“Hello, and welcome back to “Confessions with Y/N”! My dear assistant, Seungmin, will bring them in.”

Seungmin brought in the box, which overflowed with slips of paper and handed it to you quickly, before shutting the door. This is going to take a while.

‘Why so many?’ You mouthed to him. He had a smirk plastered on his face and just shrugged, folding his arms against his chest afterward.

With your eyebrows furrowed, you began today’s “Confessions with Y/N” session.

“Hello everyone and welcome back to “Confessions with Y/N”! It seems like you all have lots to get off your chest but that’s what I’m here for-“ You cut yourself off to look through the many slips in the box. You studied the first one, reading it silently to yourself before repeating it into the studio’s microphone.

“Ok, here’s our first confession! ‘Hello, I’m in my first year and I struggle with finding a friend group. I have select friends from my classes but none of them are really my closest. How can I build a secure friendship?’” You fixed your position in the chair. “Well, I say maybe join some clubs or walk over to a random lunch table and ask: ‘Hey, can I sit here?’ Believe it or not, that’s how I made a couple friends so I don’t think it hurts to give it a shot!” You beamed.

A majority of the confessions were about drama in friend groups, crushes and odd experiences in their classes.

“Here’s an interesting one,” You paused to flatten out the crumbled paper. “It’s titled: ‘Crushing on my best friend’s boyfriend’. ‘Hi. Ever since my best friend got a boyfriend, he’s always around and I can’t help but notice him more. I tried to stop myself from developing feelings for him but he’s just making it harder. How can I stop this?’” Sighing, you put the paper to the side, beside the one confession that was left, waiting to be read.

“To be honest, I think this problem is common but often left unspoken. If I were you, I wouldn’t know what to do except wait and just hope-“ You are cut off by Chan snapping his fingers to get your attention and remind there are two minutes left. You acknowledged that you were pressed for time. “-that eventually they’ll go away. Maybe try to understand your feelings instead of being afraid of them.”

“Oh! It looks like we are almost out of time. I’m going to read one more and then that will be the end of ‘Confessions with Y/N’ for today!”

Reaching over to where the single piece of paper was, you grabbed it and began to unfold it.

Confused, you read the paper over and over again.

On the paper, there was a class number written: Class 503

“I’m a bit confused that this “confession” just has a class on it,” You mumbled. “On that note, make sure to tune in for the next broadcast! Thank you!” Taking off the headset, you placed it down on the table before exiting the room.

Small talk was made among the club members while you sorted the box that was bound to break; however, all the chatting was silenced once Chan walked in. He made his way over to you.

“So,” He cleared his throat, straightening his school shirt. “How’s the club’s newest edition coming along?” He said, excitedly. His dimple was prominent due to his wide smile.

You scratched your wrist lightly. “It’s going! I actually wanted to show you one of the confessions we got–“ You handed him the crumbled slip of paper that read of nothing but a class number. Furrowing his eyebrows at the sudden change of your voice, which seemed confused, Chan took it into his own hands and began to read.

“Hm,” His lips showed a hint of a smirk. “I wonder who could’ve sent it.”

He knows something.

You were not amused. You hated being confused and never liked to be left guessing. Crossing your arms tightly across your chest, you glared at Chan.

Noticing your expression, your elder raised his eyebrows. “What?”

“It seems like you know something,” You got closer to him, stroking your chin, suspiciously. “If I’m correct.”

“Listen, Y/N, I don’t know why you’re trying to accuse me of knowing. I would’ve told you.” Chan’s eyes softened, but his forehead tensed as he raised his eyebrows.

Feeling a little pang of guilt in your heart, you let your arms hang in defeat. “But I hate being confused!”

The class number seems so familiar.

DING! You had a light bulb moment.

“Oh!” Your sudden outburst of excitement surprised Chan. “That’s my class number! The person must be in my music class! Or they’re trying to reach someone in my class.” Chan chuckled at your behavior, patting you on the shoulder before turning to leave.

“Whatever you think, Y/N,” He shook his head playfully. “Anyways, I gotta go. Supposedly, the music club’s moderator couldn’t be at their meeting today so they asked me to do it.”

“But you’re a student.”

Chan cocked his eyebrow. “C’mon, look at who you’re talking to. I’m Bang Chan! Anyone can trust me.”

Rolling your eyes, you shoved your senior playfully towards the door so he can be on his way. You waved farewell to the rest of the club members before singlehandedly grabbing your bag and exiting the broadcasting room.

At the bus stop

Tap. Tap. Tap. TAP.

You couldn’t sit still as you waited for your bus. Jisung and Seungmin already boarded theirs and it seemed like hours ago that you were left by yourself. In one hand, you held the crumpled confession; meanwhile, your schedule was in the other.

‘This person must be in my class!’ You thought to yourself, but shook your head immediately. ‘I can’t just jump to conclusions.’

Frustratedly, you mumbled under your breath, shoving both papers back into your-already-messy backpack. You were beyond lost in your thoughts when someone suddenly joined you on the bus stop’s bench.

“Maybe Woojin can help me.” You whispered to yourself, excitedly slipping it off your back then tossing it onto your lap, not realizing that you have wacked whoever was sitting on the bench.

Suddenly, a sharp breath was taken beside you, causing for you to turn and see who your victim was.

Yang Jeongin!

Eyes wide and mouth agape, you immediately started to rub his head, which is where you had hit him, apologizing frantically and your heartbeat quickening, as well.

“Oh my goodness!” My face feels like it’s on fire! “I am so so sorry! I’m so stupid, I can’t believe I didn’t-“

Softly, the flustered boy grabbed your hands, stopping their actions.

‘He has a soft touch,’ Breathlessly, you sat there, looking into those sparkly eyes that only stared back, making your stomach feel the light batting of butterflies. Noticing what he was doing, Jeongin’s eyes widened and he immediately yanked his hands away.

“I-It’s okay!” He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. You scrunched your forehead with worry.

“Did I hit you hard? I’m so sorry, I didn’t even notice you were next to me.”

He sighed, shoulders slouching. So Y/N didn’t even notice me. Great.

“Not at all!” He tried to disguise his disappointment. “I was just a little surprised, that’s all.”

‘Ah,’ You mouthed, chuckling slightly before looking down at your hands to play with your fingers.

Feeling the bench shift, you noticed Jeongin inch closer to you. Due to the unexpected closeness, you felt your ears burn along with your cheeks.

“This may sound super nosy but,” Jeongin paused, as if he was getting his words together. “Were just talking about Woojin hyung? Is everything okay?”

‘Oh great! He heard me mumbling to myself.’ You mentally rolled your eyes at your carelessness and sighed, turning to the cute boy beside. When did he get so cute? How come you’re just noticing how perfect his hair is, how defined his cheekbones are and how his smile could illiuminate an entire room? My goodness, Y/N, get a grip!

“Do you by any chance listen to the school broadcast?” Jeongin nodded.

“As you know, recently I was assigned to a new feature called ‘Confessions with Y/N’ and let me say this: it is certainly interesting. But there is one thing that is confusing me-“ You paused to open your backpack and pull out the crumbled paper. Normally, you wouldn’t show just anyone the confession but for some reason, deep down in your heart, you had a feeling Jeongin was trustworthy. Plus, this was an opportunity to talk to a cute boy, so why not?

“- It just says our music class number,” You handed the paper to him, which he took into his lightly shaking hands. “When I mentioned Woojin, I was debating if I should ask him for advice or not.”

“Maybe they’re doing a, uh, puzzle type thing! Like, maybe this isn’t their last confession, you know?” DING! What you just heard made so much sense and you couldn’t believe how oblivious you have been this whole time.

“Yang Jeongin, you’re brillant!”

While the two of you were chatting away, you didn’t even notice your bus pull up to the stop. It wasn’t until Jeongin pointed it out.

“Is that your bus?” You shot up, grabbing your backpack and swinging over one shoulder.

“Yes! Thank you!” You started towards the bus but paused.

“Aren’t you getting on?”

“Oh,” He laughed nervously, looking at the ground. “I, um, I don’t need to take the bus.”

“So why were you at the stop?”

“I, uh-“ Jeongin sighed, clearing his throat before declaring confidently:

“I wanted to talk to you.”

•

“HE WANTED TO TALK TO ME, WOOJIN!” I screamed into the phone. “CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS? BECAUSE I CAN’T!”

“WELL, IF YOUR OBLIVIOUS ASS WOULD HAVE NOTICED HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE, THEN YOU WOULDN’T BE SO SHOCKED.”

“First of all, ouch. Second, even if I noticed, I wouldn’t have made a move. I’m way too shy.” You closed your books and shoved them into your backpack.

“What did you do after he said that to you?”

“Um...”

“Oh no. You didn’t just leave, did you?”

“I panicked! I didn’t know what to do. I’ll find him tomorrow, I promise!”

“No school tomorrow, dumbass.”

Monday

Each period dragged and it seemed like music class was lightyears away meanwhile it was only after lunch. You were a nervous wreck the whole day. Your body seemed to shake every time you looked at anyone in the halls, in anticipation that you would lock eyes with Jeongin. Plus, you didn’t even drink that much water! So why does it feel like you have to use the restroom ever five minutes?

Finally, the wait was over and it was time for music class. Lee Minho, your fellow classmate in Mathematics, tried to keep up with your fast and anxious but failed to do so. You apologized and said you would explain later.

Brushing past your classmates, you made your way into the music room and scanned the scene. No sight of Jeongin.

“If you’re looking for sparkly eyes, he’s not here today.” Startled, you sighed of relief when you realized it was just Woojin.

“Great,” You felt your eyes burn with tears. “I scared him away. He probably feels embarrassed. All because of me.”

Woojin patted my back gently. “Don’t worry. There’s still time. Maybe something came up.”

Broadcasting club meeting

“Hey guys-whoa! Why the pouty face, Y/N?” You rolled your eyes at Chan, gathering the papers for today’s broadcast before it was your turn to be on the air.

“Not the best day.” You mumbled, walking into the booth with your head down as Seungmin held the door open.

“Good afternoon, fellow students! I hope everyone had a great weekend. Today, we’re only going to read one confession and save the rest for next week, since we’re a little pressed for time.” Your school was sponsoring a firework show in the neighborhood’s park so a majority of the student body was heading to that part of town right after classes had ended.

“Okay,” You use the corner of the desk to flatten the paper. “‘A teacher of mine gave me a grade that I think is unfair. We did a group assignment and they never specified if we were going to be graded separately or as a group. I was the only one who did work and spent hours on it. Should I speak to my teacher?’”

I fixed my posture in my chair. “I know confrontation sucks but if you feel like the grade you received was not the grade you deserved, talk to the teacher! Try to make them understand that you were unsure how the grading process was going to work and that your partners were not helping you complete the assignment. Let them know where you stand!” Satisifed with your answer, you ended the broadcast feeling slightly better than before. You pushed yourself out of the chair and flicked the lights of the booth off, exiting into the main room.

“Sorry it had to be cut short. You know, with the festival happening later, there aren’t as many listeners as usual,” Chan went to grab his jacket, patting Seungmin on the back before heading out with him; both of them turning back to wave. You forced a smile and quickly closed the door behind them, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

In your hand, there was a confession.

It read: ‘Piano Room #3’.

You’re going to found out who is writing these confessions once and for all.

•

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-DUM.

You swore the whole damn school could hear your heart beat louder and louder within each step you took. Why are my hands so sweaty?

Finally. You take your shaky hand and placed it on the cool, metal doorknob of Piano Room #3. After taking in a few deep breaths, you turned the doorknob and pushed the heavy door open, cursing to yourself about the minor inconvenience.

You couldn’t believe who sat there on the bench, with their fingers lightly stroking the keys of the piano.

Yang Jeongin.

“J-Jeongin?” He jumped in his seat, dropping the sheet music onto the freshly polished wooden floor. Before you could offer a hand, the cute boy quickly grabbed the papers, not caring about the creases he was causing by the way he was holding it.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt but,” You softly closed the door behind you; however, due to its weight, it closed quite loudly, causing for you to wince. “Have you seen anyone come by and wait around or something? Maybe hide something in the room?”

Jeongin stood quiet, prying his eyes away from you and looking down at his hands. You felt a slight pang in your heart as you felt embarrassed for asking such a question.

Shuffling towards the shelves of music books, you could feel Jeongin’s eyes burning holes through your back. Did I do something wrong? You shook the thought and continue to rummage through the books, skimming along their spines. Out of nowhere, two arms, snaked over your arms, pulling them to your chest. They possessed such a gentle yet firm hold and it seemed as if oxygen was suddenly snatched away from your lungs, making it hard to breathe.

“I like you, Y/N,” Jeongin’s voice shook. “I like you a lot. I just couldn’t say it to your face.” Softly and slowly, he removed his arms and placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you around.

Those sparkly eyes of his. The ones that made you stomach fill with butterflies stared into yours, making it harder to focus. “You don’t have to like me back.”

He nodded disappointedly before turning away and heading for the door.

Jeongin placed his hand on the doorknob. It’s now or never, Y/N.

“I like you, too!”

•

The street was filled with colorful lights, stands selling baked goods and objects like blankets, considering it was a brisk, autumn evening.

Not paying attention, a blanket was suddenly thrown onto your shoulders and a churro was placed in your hand.

“My treat.” Jeongin smiled. My goodness, this boy is really making my heart do backflips. After you had confessed to each other, Jeongin excitedly asked you to accompany him to the school festival, which you gladly accepted. Ever now and then, you would share silent moments of the two of you just smiling at each other, simply enjoying the other’s presence and not being able to fathom the idea.

You thanked him, grabbing the blanket and swinging it onto your arm. Suddenly, someone bumped into you quite hard. It was no one other than Han Jisung.

“Sorry, Y/N! The fireworks are starting now and we really wanna find a spot to sit!” We?

You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering who the other person could be. Your question was answered the moment Lee Felix came from behind you and waved. Felix squinted his eyes at you and Jeongin, then widening them. He violently grabbed Jisung’s wrists and motioned to the two of you.

“Do you think,” Felix whispered very loudly in his ear. “Do you think they came here together?!”

“Hyung, you’re a horrible whisperer.” Jeongin rolled his eyes, then turning to face you. “Let’s go find a spot.” He softly placed a hand on your back, guiding you towards the grassy area.

“Oh my goodness, did you see the hand? Our Jeongin is so grown!” You smirked at Felix and Jisung’s banter.

You approached a clearing, with few free spots. Luckily, there was a spot pretty close to the front and was the perfect for the you and Jeongin to squeeze in; though, deep down, you wouldn’t have minded the lack of space.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Please make yourselves comfortable as the firework show will be starting in 2 minutes.”

Glancing out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Jeongin sitting with his knees to his chest, giving you the impression that he was cold. You unfolded the blanket, placing it onto his shivering body. He turned you with a puzzled expression.

“You looked cold.” You smiled, playing with your fingers.

“Ready in 3!”

He stretched the blanket out, letting it fall gently on your shoulders.

“2!”

Then, Jeongin placed his arm on your back, nudging you under the shelter of the blanket.

“1!”

You felt his rapid heartbeat against your arm and couldn’t help but giggle to yourself.

Good to know I wasn’t the only one going crazy here.

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pokemagines · 6 years

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takumi, gaius, henry, robin, & soren + summoner using their confession lines

anon asked: “I absolutely love this blog I'm so glad I found it!!! If at all possible can I have a summoner that has played the games using a characters confession line against them? Like with Takumi, Gaius, Henry, and any others that you like? Oh and what if the summoner creates ones for the characters who don’t have one like Grima/Robin, Alphonse, Corrin, Ect.”

a/n: y’all i am So Tired.... work is really Like That huh? OH and i got a kitten too recently!! we names her loki bc she’s v mischievous lmao --mod touko

also: i was rereading takumi’s confession line for this and i SCREAMED the japanese version he literally calls u sister i’m!!!! that is NOT okay sdkjhgfkfgjls

takumi:

you’ve known about his crush on you for the longest time, as it’s not really subtle. he always gets flustered whenever you get near him, yelling something about you distracting him in order to try and get you to not be so close to him. (it’s embarrassing to him for you to see him all flustered).

so, you decide to confess to him first, but, not knowing what to say, you decide to tease him a bit and use words you know he’s said to corrin in another lifetime. you grab both his hands, making him look you in the eyes while you say it. + “if you were aiming for my heart, you’ve struck true... this was meant to be...”

takumi is quiet for a moment, before laughing. you’re confused, wondering if this is him rejecting you (even though you were sure he liked you... could you have been wrong?) + “i’m sorry but that was kind of cheesy!” he says inbetween laughs, “is this how people confess in your world?” you just kind of... blank out and don’t have the heart to tell him that that is in fact his own line. “you’re such a jerk takumi!” you jest, lightly punching him in the ribs. he ruffles your your hair, smirking down at you. “yeah, but i’m your jerk.” “oh c’mon that was worse than y- i mean, my line!”

gaius:

gaius aka “i have the cheesiest confession line ever” took a while to warm up to you (he’s very skeptical about forging bonds with people). he’s not the best in battle, but he is good at sneaking behind enemy lines and collecting intel for you, which is how the two of you became close. he even gave you a nickname -- “honey” because of your love of the sweet candies he makes. (it’s been misinterpreted by people many times).

one day, the two of you are talking about the worst romantic experiences you’ve ever had -- gaius’s was where he once thought frederick was into him because he wouldn’t stop following him around and staring at him, turns out the knight just thought he was going to break into the royal treasury. + “well, once this guy confessed his love to me by saying “baby you’re a river of chocolate in an ocean of cream... i’m going to steal your heart on a daily basis.” “...what’s wrong with that? it’s kind of sweet, i guess?” “gaius what the heck that’s literally the cheesiest line in the entire world... seriously, you couldn’t have thought up anything... sweeter than that?” “wait, what do you mean by “you”... did i say that when i was drunk or something???”

after you let that slip and explain to gaius that fire emblem is a game in your world he promises to write you up something 100x better than game gaius could ever think of. you highly doubt it.

henry:

henry seems to have taken a liking to you as you both quickly bonded over the sharing of very fatalistic humor (which some of the other heroes found very odd but they were too afraid of henry to point it out). the two of you had a mutual crush on each other, and you thought of no better way to confess than using his own words -- plus, it’d be funny to see his reaction.

you have the perfect opportunity when you see henry outside by himself, talking to a group of ravens. the raven stare menacingly at you as you get closer to the white-haired boy, but you don’t feel unnerved until he actual stands up and smiles at you, then you know what you have to do. + “henry... i’ve been meaning to tell you something all day.” you nervously shift your weight from left to right. taking a deep breath, you swallow your pride and grab his hands, forcing yourself to look into his deep brown eyes. “i’ll love you with every ounce of my blood until i die...” silence. then you hear henry make a tut noise. “aw rats! i was going to say that exact thing to you!” you see him pout, but you doubt he means it. “are you a psychic or something? c’mon tell me! if we’re gonna be together til death do us part, i’ve gotta know all your secrets... even the gross ones!” “yes henry. i can read your mind. everyone in my world has a superpower, you know.” you joke, knowing he’ll take the bait. “no way!! that is so cool! alright can you read my mind now?” “you’re thinking that if you could have a superpower it would be necromancy, am i right?” he looks at you in awe. “no way! no way! ooh, can we go read other people’s minds now! we can find out all their dark secrets... you’re really something special, babe!”

robin:

robin always offered to help you out with tactics. even when she was first summoned, she’d be by your side, helping you draw up routes and giving you advice on how to win the battle while also keeping everyone alive.

it didn’t take long for you to fall for her, hard. she was the full package: smart, sassy, gorgeous beyond belief... everything about her drew you in more, until one day you couldn’t take bottling up your feelings anymore, and you decide to tell her. + “ah! summoner, just the girl/guy i wanted to see! i was wondering if you wanted to eat lunch with me? there’s this really pretty grove of flowers i saw outside and i was wondering if you wanted to see them with me?” she’s not wearing her thick tactician cloak and you can see just how beautiful she really is, dark skin, freckles littered all over her shoulders... she’s breathtaking. you feel your head start to spin. “...if you don’t want to do that we could always--” “no! i-i’d love too! i just have to tell you something first...” she nods, insisting for you to go on, and you take a deep breath: “hm... it seems i’ve found myself in a situation where i must admit defeat. very well, my heart is yours.” robin flushes a bit at your odd confession, before laughing quietly to herself. “i’m sorry, for a moment there i thought you were another version of me!” she puts a hand on your shoulder, “not the way i saw this going, but it was cute!” she leans up and pecks you on the cheek. “so, you want to get some lunch with me, dear?” the way she says the word makes you melt, and you can only answer with a quiet. “mhm.”

soren:

soren and you have a rivalry of sorts, that started from the moment alfonse chose your plan over his. he sees you as a much inferior tactician, as he’s been studying his whole life and you’ve been studying for... well, as long as you’ve been in askr. he sees you as a hack running off luck.

it’s not until he goes to return a book late at night and sees you studying, eyes bloodshot and hardly able to stay awake that he realizes how hard you’re trying. he swallows his pride and sits down, asking about how you manage to come up with strategies despite having little to no knowledge on how the battlefield works. you perk up (as best as you can) and tell him how you come up with your strategies. he listens, and finds you not as insufferable as he once thought... maybe...

you know he has feelings for you. it’s evident how he sticks by your side, despite saying biting words towards you at times, he slowly but surely starts opening up to you. even ike (dense as he can be) seems to take notice, and teases his strategist about it.

of course, you know he won’t be the first one to confess because of how much of a tsundere he can be, so you take it into your own hands to tell him how you feel. + “if you’ve come to pester me again, i’m busy.” he says curtly, but still moves over to where there was enough room for you to sit down. soren doesn’t look at you, but you can see a slight blush creep up on his cheeks. “riiiiiight. so i’m guessing these week-old maps are keeping you busy? wait, is that a drawing of me in the corner?” he flusters immediately, ripping up the maps into little pieces. you chuckle, and he hisses, glaring at you as if to dare you to mention it again. you sit beside him on his work bench. “i came for a much different reason, i have to tell you how i feel--” “why should i care about your feelings? “because i like you. a lot.” “just as you have to like everyone in the army. if that is all you can go now.” you would never have feelings for him, right? “no, gods soren... do you want me to put it in words you can understand?” you put on your best impression of soren’s voice. “how did you do it? you’ve somehow... sorry, i should try and be nice since i-- i like you, okay? don’t make me say it again.” you giggle, “that’s how i think you would confess to someone, anyways.” you look at soren who’s completely flushed. he’s never had someone who liked him romantically before, heck, he’s only had one friend his whole life! what was he supposed to say? “i guess the feeling is mutual.” he pouts, composing himself, “but that impression of me was gods-awful.” “now that we’re dating, get used to hearing bad impressions alllllll day.” you link your pinky in his, and wink at him. “now wait a minute!”

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